no signs of spirituality

At the entrance of the Snake Stove Tavern, a lunatic said that he would exchange the fairy bones for wine.

Looking closely, this half-crazy beggar is a handicapped beggar, with his left hand on a crutch and his right ankle tied with thin strips of strips. He stepped over the threshold tremblingly, walked to the counter, and said that he was going to have a cramp. Change the pot of peach blossom wine made in early spring.

The bartender sneered, and said, three years ago, a peach blossom swordsman came with the most precious sword in the world, and wanted to exchange for a prostitute's long-winded tune. If you are a beggar, you want to imitate others, so at least you should clean yourself up first.

But the beggar laughed loudly and told him that even the best swords are vulgar, but the fairy bones are real fairy bones. He untied the cloth strips wrapped many times around his wrists, revealing the horrible bones and blood under the rotten flesh and sores. The guests all retreated a few feet, the bartender only said that he was coming to tear down the table, and was about to get angry, but saw that the bloody wrist was emitting a spiritual energy, and the unhealed flesh and blood buried the spirit of the Taoist bone fairy marrow leisurely, in the presence of the monster. Crowds of mud tunnels are as eye-catching as delicacies.

When it comes to the way of the mud, I have to mention the snow-slashing sword of Immortal Yingtai, which is used to kill demons and demons.

A hundred years ago, demons and ghosts were tyrannical in the world, and the immortal way and the ghost way were fiercely fought for a while. Killing Wuji alarmed the vicious and reclusive Immortal Monarch of Yingtai Mountain.

Xiao Wuyin personally went out of the mountain and held a silver wisp whisk to fight with the ghost priest. After a few moments, Immortal Yingtai couldn't smell the foul stench from the demons and goblins, so impatiently he pulled out the snow cut. Thunder and lightning cut down from the nine skys, swept across the ten mansions, and crushed the ten ghost mansions into dust and silt. The sword marks were a thousand meters deep. The depth of the sword marks known as "the way under the mud" cannot be found for a hundred years.

The scars of cutting snow are rooted in their souls and bone marrow like tarsal maggots, imprinting the imprint of divine punishment on the dead souls of evil spirits, so that they will be reincarnated as demons and ghosts, locked up in this narrow and dark muddy road for life and death, forever. Turn over the day.

However, it is not completely impossible to break the Snow Slashing Sword Curse.

Immortal debts must be repaid with immortal bones, and to heal the wounds of Zhan Xuejian, it is necessary to slowly refine the entire immortal bone of an ordinary immortal to melt away the curse marks, and this immortal bone is easier said than done, unless the talent is different, then No matter how hard you work, it will not be impossible for thousands of years, but if a fairy bone is taken out, he will be no different from a mortal from then on.

The group of demons in the tavern smelled the aura-filled blood, and suddenly became agitated. Few of the crooked melons and split dates had no old wounds in their souls.

The beggar was standing lazily leaning against the counter, with one corner of his mouth raised slightly, he took a small wine cup with his intact hand, and threw it in front of the bartender: "Is this a good deal? Can you change it?"

The bartender's expression changed unpredictably, he stared at the young beggar in front of him for a while, and then suddenly came to his senses: "You you you—you are Xie—"

"Shhh." Xie Lingzheng raised a finger to his lips, "Be careful if you shout too loudly, it will startle my master."

"Why are you here?" The bartender lowered his voice, "Didn't it mean that you were crippled by Xiao...who?"

Xie Lingzheng smiled: "Do you think I'm not useless enough?"

The bartender looked at him. This Peach Blossom Swordsman was also a frequent visitor to the Clay Dao in the past, so he didn't know what to think. He didn't dare to look him in the eye, and after a few times, he realized that he was indistinguishable from his master—Xie Lingzheng loves to laugh, loves to be lively, is not afraid of dirty or smelly, and especially likes to hang shoulders with a group of old devils and goblins to drink in brothel gambling houses He listened to the music and drank the fine wine, his eyes flashed with peach blossoms, there was no other immortal in the whole heaven who was so lively and detached.

It's just that at this moment, the beggar standing in front of the counter with a hunched body, unkempt, bloody, limping, doesn't seem to be at ease at all, only a pair of tricks are a little brighter, and there are still eyes in his black pupils. A little bit of fireworks.

"You, you escaped." The bartender said awkwardly, "Do you really want to sell fairy bones?"

"It's really for sale." Xie Lingzheng said, "I heard that Mr. Bohu had a wedding ceremony, he is a good raccoon slave, and has similar interests with me, so I often wanted to meet him for a drink. It's just that I didn't dare to get acquainted because of my master's order, so I just got this right now. By chance, I also heard that his beloved daughter was wounded by a sword in her mother's womb, and she has searched for a fairy bone for hundreds of years, but if I don't sell it, I will lose a pot of wine and a friend, and I will lose a lot."

The bartender stared: "You really have Xie Lingzheng. I said that your master has beaten you so many times and you still keep running this way. This time he directly crippled you and you still don't change your nature. How dare you Sell ​​the fairy bones to the ghost general casually, and meet him next time, don't be so tired that you can chop them clean together."

"He won't." Xie Lingzheng suppressed his smile, and his tone was light, "Since he kicked me out of the teacher's school, he will no longer discipline me."

"What's wrong with that, he's just holding you back." The bartender dismissed it, and suddenly waved his hand at a group of monsters and goblins around him, "It's all gone, it's all gone, my master is going to do this business, and it's not up to you guys." of."

As soon as this remark came out, the group of demons who were still rambunctiously quieted down. The Snake Stove Tavern was the territory of Lord Bohu. When the fairies and ghosts were fighting, Lord Bohu was the only ghost general who survived under Xiao Wuyin's sword. When the sword light fell to the ground, his wife and child were giving birth. The poor woman died suddenly on the spot, and the daughter she gave birth was also affected by the sword light, and her life was dying. Leaving a sigh of relief, it is rumored that the girl's body size has been less than three feet for a hundred years, she has only been awake for three days, and her condition is getting worse day by day, maybe she will die soon.The demons and goblins in the Nixia Dao are often under the care of Mr. Bohu, and they all know that he loves his daughter dearly. At this time, there is no reason to rob anyone's business with him. Even if they feel regretful, they grit their teeth and walk away. Then I will be greedy for the things in other people's pockets.

The bartender was so impolite that he chased away the guests, closed the doors and windows and locked them, and led Xie Lingzheng to sit at the table, and recruited the waiter to send a message to Bohu Gong Feige, and then asked, "I heard that you have been sent to prison. , but ran out for you?"

"That's not the case." Xie Lingzheng frowned, "It's a disgrace to Yingtai Mountain that my family can fight each other. I can't say more about the reason, sorry."

The bartender understood, and took a long breath: "What are your plans next?" He picked up the jug and filled the small cup in Xie Lingzheng's hand steadily.

The aroma of the wine dissipated, Xie Lingzheng frowned, and he smiled softly: "I don't have any plans. I took out the fairy bone and ruined the fairy body, and I can't stand the torture when I go back to the prison. I can't relieve my master. Why don't you find a paradise to visit the mountains?" Water, after these more than ten years, he may be a crane feather on Fuchen, the Immortal Lord of Yingtai, in his next life."

The bartender twitched his mouth: "Why are you doing this?"

"Huh?" Xie Lingzheng was puzzled, "Master will change a dust whisk every ten years. To be honest, he treats that thing much better than me. He thinks I always have filth, so he won't let me step into it." The Yuntai Palace where he rests is the Fuchenzi, he can never leave his body."

"Come on, I can't talk to you about who." The bartender waved his hand helplessly, "I will take you to take a bath and change clothes when Mr. Bohu sees you, so as not to scare his little girl."

Peach Blossom Swordsman has been a world-renowned handsome young man since he was 15 years old. When he was 20 years old, he dealt with all the demons in the mud. Every frown and smile is romantic.

Wherever he walked, it is inevitable that girls will lose their hearts, but in the past many years, no flowers have really approached him. Firstly, the name of Xiao Wuyin's big disciple is there, and secondly, anyone who is in the same position as Xie Lingzheng Those who know him well know that he has a heart for him.

Mr. Bohu looked at the young man in front of him who had been with him several times. After bathing and changing his clothes, this handsome young man looked the same as when he saw him last time, but his brows were a bit haggard. His face turned pale, and he was no longer as bright as before.

Bo Hugong's eyes shifted to his extremities that were still bleeding profusely, the freshly wrapped bandages were already turning red again, and he knew it in his heart.

The elder ghost general said softly: "Nephew Xie Xian came all the way, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Xie Lingzheng smiled and bowed slightly. This simple etiquette caused his right foot, which was supported by bamboo strips, to stagger, and almost fell to the ground. His right hand was inconvenient, so he had to hold the door with his left hand Lan, with a strange posture, quite embarrassed.

"Nephew, you don't need to be too polite." Duke Bohu got up to support him, Xie Lingzheng was not embarrassed, he sat down at the table with his arm, smelling the aroma of wine, he couldn't help twitching his index finger.

Bohu Gong laughed: "Just then Hu Er told me that you are a glutton for wine, and now it seems that it is true. There are few people with a temperament like you in the immortal world. I really want to talk to you a few more times to have a good time with you, but I am afraid at the moment. It's an inconvenience."

"It's okay." Xie Lingzheng said, "You should go and see Miss Ling first."

Duke Bohu nodded, and ordered Hu Er to help Xie Lingzheng, and the three of them walked slowly to Bo Lingyu's residence.

"My little girl has not been very good these days." Bo Hugong said as he walked, with a hint of sadness between his brows, "I can't get out of the mud, so I have to ask my old contacts to search for elixir, but no matter how many panaceas are It's just a day and a half of life, and the longer the time is dragged on, the less effective it will be."

"There is no cure for Xuexue's injury." Xie Lingzheng pointed to his bloody right hand, and smiled faintly, "Even if it is an elixir that can heal human flesh and bones, it can only stop the snow-cutting sword mark at most. It's just blood."

"I've got a little dizziness here, although it won't do much, but it can make you feel better." Bohu said fairly, "I have just sent someone to get it."

"Thank you, senior." Xie Lingzheng thanked him, he thought for a while, and then said, "To tell you the truth, although I intend to help you, using my fairy bone is not the best choice. It's not that I deliberately shirked, but the benefits and harms are worth it." You think it through beforehand."

"I understand." Bohu said fairly, "No matter how you say it, you are still the eldest disciple of Immortal Lord Yingtai."

"Once." Xie Lingzheng corrected.

Bohu Gong glanced at him delicately: "Even if Yingtai Mountain has changed your name now, it may not allow your fairy bones to be used by us and others. You are worried that Xiao Wuyin will settle accounts after autumn, aren't you?"

"Master hates ghosts so much, if he still has something like me in his heart, it's not impossible." Xie Lingzheng said, "No matter how much I spend with him day and night for more than 20 years, he will always know when I die. If you are not at ease, I am going to write a letter, imploring him not to implicate others in the [-]-year master-student relationship, and forget my last wish."

"Your words are too disheartening and lazy." He intentionally agreed, but Bohu Gong frowned, "Xie Xian, you are still young, even if you don't have the fairy bone, you still have a lot of time-you people in the immortal way pay attention to closing your eyes. I practice asceticism, and regard ten years of life as a fleeting moment, a flash in the pan, and a short period of time is naturally as cheap as dust. But my ghosts have always pursued the bliss of the world, the snow, the moon, the wind and the flowers, and every moment in this world is as precious as gold and jade. As the saying goes, but You have three days to live, don't say anything depressing. Since you have a destiny with me, this muddy way, why do you want to lose all hope because of these decades of life?"

After Xie Lingzheng listened in a daze, he smiled slightly: "Your Excellency's words are true and I like them very much. I should make you my friend."

Having said that, there was a bit of sincerity missing in his answer after all, and the voice at the rakugo was a little light. Bohu knew that he hadn't listened, so he didn't try to persuade him any more, he just took the first half step and quietly led the way.

A group of people walked to Bo Lingyu's boudoir in a dull manner. Xie Lingzheng stepped on the bluestone walkway in the corridor with one foot deep and one foot shallow. ", "All thoughts go to ashes", and the "worldly bliss" and "Snowy Moon Wind Flower" flashed by in a blink of an eye.

After walking a few meters, he stopped suddenly. Hu Er supported his movements and asked with concern: "Xie Lingzheng, you can't walk—"

His words came to an abrupt end, Bohu Gong turned his head, and saw Xie Lingzheng holding the mahogany pane beside him with one hand, trembling hands and feet, disheveled hair, red eyes, no longer the appearance of being neither humble nor overbearing, and casual.

Like water in a Wa Ou, it will overflow after being stored for a long time, Xie Lingzheng's throat trembled slightly, and two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"He doesn't want me anymore." He said with a choked voice, "I don't even have any interest in living."