no signs of spirituality

"Brother, you are here!"

"Ah."

"Brother, go this way—hey! Why did you get so much blood on your body?"

"Killed a person, splashed. There is nothing in the cell, I dare not use the fairy art rashly, so I used the wire to make it up."

"Hey, as expected of senior brother, killing one or two demons is easy."

"Stop talking nonsense, where is the Babel?"

"Brother, don't be impatient, I will lead you there!"

Eighteen miles behind Yingtai Mountain, there is a Tongtian treasure mirror. Behind the mirror is the refining room, which has a Tongtian furnace.

Auspicious clouds are engraved on the top of the Tongtian furnace, and auspicious signs are engraved on the bottom. Ten out of ten spiritual weapons in the heavenly court come from here. They went around looking for the craftsman beside the furnace.

He didn't say much, and after a short salute, he handed over a letter in his hand.

The master craftsman looked down and saw that there was the seal of Panlong on the seal of Law Enforcement Venerable, and the book said "this disciple is quite gifted in refining weapons" and "please help me a lot." Said: "What do you want to forge?"

Without saying a word, Cheng Lingqi took off the yellow cloth bag on his back, and opened it carefully, revealing the snow-cutting sword that was broken in two.

The craftsman was dazzled by the silvery snow light, his eyes lit up, but when he touched the cut, his face was full of regret: "Xiao Xianjun's sword is only broken because of love, and it must be cut to make up for it. Even if you get it I’m here, and I can’t do anything.”

"Having said that, but according to the meaning of Law Enforcement Venerable, this is not the only dead end." Cheng Lingqi sneered, "Take a look at this?"

As he spoke, he took out a small white jade bottle from his pocket and placed it in front of the craftsman.

The craftsman only took one look, then his face turned pale: "It must be done! Although I don't know where you got this thing, but it is no different from the immortal body of Yingtai Immortal Monarch, how dare I blaspheme it!"

Cheng Lingqi said proudly: "I obtained this thing following the instructions of Law Enforcement Venerable. This letter was written by Law Enforcement Venerable himself. Although he never stated the meaning in it, don't you understand?"

The craftsman trembled, shaking his head, Cheng Lingqi grabbed his collar, lifted his thin body, and pressed the blood-stained steel wire on his left wrist against his thin throat: "Old man, I Let me tell you, I’d better follow the instructions from above, otherwise I’ll stab you to death now—oh, why are you crying? That old monster just now has more backbone than you, I stabbed him ten times There are eight holes, and he doesn't make a sound..."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" the craftsman yelled in panic, "It's just that Immortal Yingtai tracked it down—"

"You can rest assured." Cheng Lingqi let go of his hand, dropped the steel wire, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, "Xiao Xianjun has made a death oath, what purpose is this fairy bone used for, he will never will know."

After that, he turned the same way out of the refining room, facing the disciple who led him in earlier, when the disciple saw him, he came up to him and asked: "Brother, you are so powerful! That thing can fall into your hands. "

Becoming a spiritual tool has become a big event, and he was very satisfied, and said with a smile: "The two half-immortals on the receiving platform are not immortal, and they don't have the slightest vision. I will do it after a little bit, but that The old monster, with a bit of loyalty, was afraid of dragging down Xie Lingzheng next door, gritted his teeth and endured it, and insisted on shouting, 'I stabbed myself!' 'I don't want to live!' Hahahahaha! Funny, funny!"

The appearance of his shrill imitation was quite ferocious, which made the leading disciple tremble in fright, and he only responded in a weak voice: "Success, senior brother Cheng Yingwu! Then Xie Lingzheng, I think you can also solve it together?"

"How can he be so cheap?" Cheng Lingqi snorted, "The old law enforcement officer knows that he must dirty his hands, don't I know? On the Tianhuo Terrace, Xiao Wuyin wants Xie Ling to register his name and cancel his immortal registration, starting from the beginning, but who cares whether the head is the south end or the north end?"

The disciple suddenly realized that he was full of compliments, his dream of becoming a spirit weapon was about to come true, and he was proud of the spring breeze, so he took his newly found little follower and went away carefree.

On the way to escort, it was getting hotter and hotter.

Xie Lingzheng didn't feel uncomfortable, but because his body felt refreshed in the past two days, he also had the energy to look at the flowers and plants outside every day.

The two guards laughed at him for walking Huangquan Road happily, and he was not annoyed. He picked up some flowers and grass seeds when he got off the car to prevent the wind, mixed them together and threw them casually to feed the birds resting by the roadside.

In the old days when he was still at Mount Yingtai, he used to feed Abi with this recipe.Abi's temperament is half like Xiao Wuyin's, he does not eat unless it is clean, and does not use it unless it is clean, so he went to Yingtai Mountain every morning, found some fruits and seeds mixed together, washed it with Lingquan and fed it, Over time, Abi became very close to him, otherwise she would not have disobeyed Xiao Wuyin's order and carried him to the top of the floating clouds that day.

The weather in Yingtai Mountain is cold all the year round, and it is even colder in the winter these days. Therefore, most of the flowers and trees in the mountain are covered with frost and snow. Even the bamboo forest is light and snow-green, with little color. lonely.That's why Xie Lingzheng always likes to go to the mud road in winter, accompanied by Liu Yaoyao, tailor his clothes, make a bright red shirt and wear it, and then return to Yingtai Mountain, beckoning Xiao Wuyin to go to his Yuntai Palace overnight.

Xiao Wuyin seldom rejects him, and there are only a few days every year when he is allowed to enter the inner hall of Yuntai Hall.The inner hall is as clean as a snow cave, dazzlingly white, Xiao Wuyin is wearing plain clothes and casual clothes as usual, reading and drinking tea in front of the desk, occasionally playing the piano, Xie Lingzheng is tilted upright, his red clothes are burning, his eyes are shining , the corners of the eyes and the brows are set off a bit glamorous, especially young and handsome.

Earlier, when he was more mischievous, he would put his chin in front of him, pretending that he was a red plum tree in the courtyard, pretending to be tired, and then falling asleep, he could notice Xiao Wuyin in a daze. Take off his shoes and socks personally, pick him up, or cover him with a brocade quilt, or put him on his knees, the breath of pine wind and bamboo is lingering in his nose, and he will never forget it for a moment.

Thinking this way, Xie Lingzheng pulled the weeds up to his nose and smelled them, and suddenly smiled helplessly.

He realized that he was not as fearful of the past as he was in the earlier days, perhaps because the weather in this world was hotter and the sun was brighter, his heart like cold ashes gradually stretched and became more active like the sunny flowers and trees.

"There are a lot of flowers and trees here, and the colors are gorgeous." He asked the two guards, "But why are there so few people, no one comes to see this magnificent scene?"

The guard who gave him wine that day laughed and said, "If you knew why there are so many flowers here, you wouldn't ask this question."

Xie Lingzheng said: "I would like to hear the details."

"The road from the receiving platform to here is along the edge of the sword marks that Xiao Xianjun cut when he was fighting with the ghost priest a hundred years ago," the guard said, "This sword goes up to the nine heavens and down to the ten houses. , to create a path between the supreme spirit of the heaven and earth and the chaos and mud, so the spiritual energy and the turbid air are mixed, giving birth to many foreign things, such as the flowers and plants you see, the bright red and thick purple ones are famous in the ghost world The soul-invigorating incense is different from ordinary flowers and trees. The soul-inducing incense likes to devour the souls of the dead, and the stronger the resentment of the dead souls, the bigger and more beautiful its flowers will be."

"So that's the case. In this way, it's not surprising that there are Primroses singing on the receiving platform." Xie Lingzheng nodded, and he saw the soul-invigorating incense next to him, and he couldn't help but wonder, "It's just that this place is still in the heaven, why? Have many resentful souls?"

The guard smiled and didn't answer, Xie Lingzheng suddenly recalled it, and also smiled: "It seems that it is inconvenient for me to ask more questions."

It was night, the moon was bright and the sky was clear, and the group of people walked through the night, the further they went, the more rustling the wind became.

From the north came screams and wailing, ghost cries and god's horns. Although the wind was cutting like a knife, it was still getting hotter. Going further north, it seemed to be stepping on fireworks.

Xie Lingzheng opened the curtain, and saw from a distance the giant pillar towering into the sky, with dense black spots clinging to it. He knew that these were thousands of death row prisoners assigned by the heaven, and they were painting and repairing endlessly. This wide, boundless, towering punishment pillar, until one day, the thunder from the sky ignited fire, burned their bones and torch skins, and burned them to death, and finally became the food in the belly of the roadside incense, and turned into a fire that opened all the way. Brilliant flowers.

Xie Lingzheng lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, closed the curtain, curled up in the car, set up a candle with a little spiritual power, and continued to write the letter in his hand. Just now he asked for a pen and paper from the guard.

He thought that he didn't have much time left for himself, so he concluded hastily:

"...As I said above, I am in love, respect, ignorance, or fear. There are all kinds of tastes in the world. Let me calm down and put it in a few words. In fact, when I think about you, I laugh, and when I see you, I am happy. However, the immortal king is to me, the way to go, the wish is very different, the sky and the moat, and it is difficult to get rid of each other. Now the mountains are long and the water is wide, and they go their own way, and they live in peace. It’s not bad. Self-abased, self-abandoned, self-pity, and self-sorrowful, I also hope that the immortals will not be entangled by spiritual signs, and will not be troubled by spiritual signs.

No matter where my soul returns or where I am, the thoughts in my heart will never leave Xianjun's well-being. Even if we are apart and never see each other again, Lingzheng will spend the rest of his life praying for Xianjun, and I hope Xianjun is safe, happy and blessed long.

Attached are two or three fairy species of spirit grass, send my regards to Bi Xiao, all the previous things were caused by me, I hope the immortal will not be harsh.

Abandoned disciples have unworthy spiritual signs, and bow down again and again. "

He wrapped the paper with grass seeds, folded it into small pieces and hid it in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep amidst the low ghost crying and the thick smell of rust.