Advise Qingshan

Ye Zhuo said he had something to do, but he really had something to do.After they finished their meal, Ye Zhuo led a group of people to the west of the city.

Jian Qing asked, "What are we going to do?"

Ye Zhuo hissed, "Secretly, it's not something glorious. Let's go to the grave."

Jian Qing was at a loss.

Unlike the east of the city where the Song family is located, the order in the west of the city is much more chaotic. They walked through the slums all the way, and Ye Zhuo led them around and knocked on several doors. I asked them a few words, but no one answered.

After leaving the west city gate, the outskirts of the city are mostly dilapidated fences and courtyard walls. The low earth walls have collapsed and no one has repaired them, and the branches of old trees stretch out from the gaps in the huts.It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

——If you can still see living people in the slums, and you can hear the voices of hawkers yelling, there are probably only groups of ghosts talking about their parents playing mahjong.

At this time, the sky was already dark, except Wen Xing and Jian Bai, who were highly cultivated, and Wen Mang, a dog with an unusual background, the rest of the people could only see from the gray and black sky far away that there was no reason on the flat land. The uplifted mounds gave off a creepy atmosphere.

"Where is this place?" Jian Qing grabbed Jian Bai's sleeve and probed his head, "There are so many mounds standing in front, this can't be a cemetery."

"Yes." Ye Zhu looked at the soul streamers fluttering in the distance, some of them still had snow-white streamers, some had been bald by the wind and rain, and stood alone by the grave with a stick, as if they were wronged. Birds bully the crying Scarecrow.

"Are you afraid?" He looked back at Jian Qing, winked and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of. Jingcheng has produced beauties since ancient times. If there is a beautiful ghost sister here who takes you away, maybe you will become a 'peony flower. What about the next-die affair?"

Jian Qing argued with him, "You know whether there is a man or a woman in the grave, why isn't it Brother Beauty Ghost?"

Ye Zhuu let out an "...if you like it, Brother Beauty Ghost is not out of the question."

Jian Bai rewarded Jian Qing with a chestnut.

Xianjun is not used to speaking. When someone asked him to be the master of ceremonies in the early years, when the bride and groom bastard paired mung beans, he could also make a Cowherd and Weaver Girl for others. Wen Mang was too lazy to talk to him, but Xuesong The elder had never heard pornographic jokes since he was a child, and he couldn't even hear a single sentence. He was walking in the front, and when he heard this suddenly, he couldn't help but said, "People who practice the Tao have dirty minds, what are they thinking?"

Xianjun bowed his head to be taught.

However, Ye Zhuoyang was used to it, and when Wen Xing turned his head, he and Jian Qing got together again, threatening the children in a serious manner. "You must be careful. I heard that girls in Jingcheng are more bold and unrestrained, and they prefer fragile and beautiful boys like you. Maybe you will catch them at night."

Jian Qing also winked at him, "Why me, arresting you is also arresting you."

He complained, "In terms of appearance, you are a fragile and handsome young man, and your cultivation is even worse. I can still fight two swords, what should you do? Hey, don't you have no cultivation at all?"

Ye Zhuo said in his heart, "How can this be reasonable, my majestic fairy was ridiculed for being low in cultivation one day?"

The young man was outspoken, but Wen Mang, who was nestled in Jian Bai's arms, was suddenly startled, and immediately looked up to see Ye Zhu's face.After all, Xianjun suddenly lost his cultivation, which is tantamount to falling from the clouds, and he fell in an extremely disgraceful manner. It is by no means a pleasant thing.

However, Ye Zhuo's face remained the same, he didn't seem to notice it, he was still smiling, and he kindly helped Jian Qing correct his mistake, "It's old age."

He said, "Don't look at me as fair, handsome and charming, but I'm almost dead. Girls won't like an old man like me who has no passion."

——It is a waste of emotion to worry about such a heartless libertine.

Wen Mang breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back lazily.

Jian Qing was still arguing with him, and he looked suspiciously at Ye Jue's skin that couldn't see a single wrinkle, and felt that he was so thin and tender that he could be a good boy, and said suspiciously, "What kind of old are you? You are at most older than me Three or four years old."

I don’t know where this sentence hit. Longyan Dayue, who is actually three or four thousand years older, immediately laughed out two thick forehead lines. He patted Jian Qing’s shoulder and praised, “As expected of Xiaquan Palace You really have a vision, my master."

Jian Qing held her head high.

Wen Mang watched coldly, "I think Xiaquangong's generation will not be able to get better."

Ye Zhuo said, "Hey, isn't there still Wen Xing, there can be no mistakes within three generations."

Ta Ling was in a strange mood, "You are interested in him, and you never leave him."

Ye Zhuo said, "That is."

He never concealed his extraordinary interest in this cheap apprentice.

This demon cultivator who should be "utterly devoid of conscience" has not only become the envy of everyone in the cultivating world, but also a disciple of the immortal king, and also has a coffin face that is most suitable for the status of a Taoist cultivator. Ye Zhu accidentally pried open the coffin lid, I also feel that what is underneath is not a traditional Taoist cultivator.

To make an inappropriate analogy, he felt that Wen Xing was like the deep-fried dough sticks he bought earlier without enough oil. The appearance was twisted by the outside world into a standard Taoist appearance, but the dim sum inside was still soft and clean. Even if you put a grain of sand on it, you may be afraid that he will be stunned.

These elements are already interesting enough, not to mention that Wen Xing is a serious beauty.Ye Jue turned sideways to peek at him, he has handsome and slender eyebrows, his eyes are shaped like willow leaves and the end of his eyes is slightly curved, just looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he is already very good.

Ye Zhuo concluded to Wen Mang, "Do you believe it or not? These eyes... I think he will look like lying silkworms when he smiles. They are cute and beautiful."

Wen Mang "?"

Ye Zhuao said, "Whether you bet or not, how about this, if he laughs like a silkworm, you can call me daddy. And vice versa."

Wen Mang "?"

He was at a loss, "Xianjun, don't tell me if you can make him laugh, we were just discussing why you care so much about this cheap apprentice, right?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Hey, it doesn't matter whether you care about it or not." With his hands behind his back, he said to himself, "Just wait, in a few days, I will definitely make him laugh."

Wen Mang "...?"

He took a deep breath, "No, Xianjun, in fact, I don't think this is important, but that just now is very important..."

However, Ye Ju had already left him and walked forward.

Even after thousands of years, Xianjun is unpredictable, and there is still a way of speaking that makes Ta puzzled.

——Fortunately, as a tower, he has no head.

After a few people walked into the grave, Ye Zhuo took out the booklet Zhang Xuan gave him, which recorded all the children in Jingcheng who had the aptitude to cultivate immortals in recent years.He circled a few red circles on it with a Chinese ink pen and pointed it out to the two juniors.

"Have you seen these names?" Ye Ju said, "Look for the new graves around, and see if there are any with these names written on them."

Jian Qing was puzzled, "What are we going to do?" He said cautiously, "Why do we need to check other people's graves?"

Seeing the puzzled expressions of the two juniors, he explained, "I asked Zhang Lingguan for this at the Song family just now, and all the children circled are children who have spiritual roots but have not worshiped the fairy sect over the years. I knocked on the doors of these children one by one, but no one answered."

Ye Zhuo pondered, "If it was a child who died normally, there should be a grave, but even the family members are gone..."

Jian Qing suddenly shuddered, wrapped his clothes around his clothes, and whispered, "Then what about their family..."

Ye Zhuao said, "Isn't it telling the child to sever ties with his family, so that he can become a lonely soul and use it as an eye? But not all families will do this. Some refuse to cooperate... You know, evil spirits have no right to deal with them." Ordinary people who are not powerful will not be as gentle as they are with Song Sizhu, and those family members have probably been killed."

Jian Qing's eyes widened.

Ye Zhuo rubbed his head, "The dead are gone, now it's more important to track down."

He knocked on the record in his hand, and said, "Looking at these tombs, we can see when there were no more tombs for these gifted children, and then judge who the children who were the most victimized and died early can probably deduce who those people are." It's time to start acting."

Jingcheng is the largest city in Yishan area except Jiangchuan. The west of the city is very close to Yishan, the highest mountain in Zhongzhou, almost at its feet.

People here may feel that relying on the fairy mountain can gain two points of fairy spirit, bless their ancestral tombs to smoke more, and let future generations pick up two pies for nothing. Searching.Otherwise, they might have to repair along the mountain road all the way to Guangyu Yuanjun's nose.

Because of these wonderful reasons, many people are buried here every year, except for those with ancestral graves, most of the rest are buried here.The roster given by Zhang Xuan is also full of people every year.Ye Zhuo originally scratched four pieces and asked everyone to search separately, but Jian Qing was too timid, so he tremblingly grabbed his brother's sleeve and refused to let it go.Ye Zhuo wanted to tell him to let go, but he yanked his brother violently, as if trying to tear his brother's robe off.

Jian Bai, a monk with a standard configuration, was deserted and his face was disfigured. The veins on the back of his hands were twitching violently, and he took two deep breaths to calm down.

Because Jian Qing refused to cooperate, Xianjun was extremely disgusted at first, but when he turned his head, he suddenly realized that his external image is almost the same as Jian Qing, and he is a pure and innocent young man.

So the noble Immortal Chongning gave a very disdainful cut, expressing his disdain for this timid junior, then turned his head and pulled Wen Xing's sleeve.

"Elder." He was insincere, "I'm afraid too."

Wen Mang watched Wen Xing suddenly froze, and didn't know whether he believed Ye Zhu's nonsense, he pulled out his sleeves without doubt, turned around and paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "Follow me, don't run around. "

Ye Zhuo was satisfied.

Wen Mang said, "I'm serious, Xianjun, I think your Xiaquan Palace generation is really going to end. The kind that Wen Xing can't save."

At this time, Ye Zhu fully demonstrated the qualities that a dandy who only knows how to eat, drink and gamble should have when squandering his own money. He said very freely, "It's over, it's over, ups and downs are determined."

After a round of blanket search, they got together and made a summary.

The first child without a tombstone appeared 17 years ago.If this child grows up smoothly and enters the immortal sect, he will have average aptitude, and his cultivation should be as good as Jian Qing's.

Ye Ju marked a seventeen on the booklet, staring at the two small characters for a while, trying to recall what happened at that time.However, this is really useless.Chongning Xianjun’s life in the world is extremely rich and colorful, as if he wants to play back the hard times he used to practice in the past. In short, in 17 years, he was either learning to make ramen noodles or setting up fried dough sticks, or learning from a master who walked around the streets. Maybe sugar painting.In short, I don't know anything about the world of cultivating immortals.

"Okay," Ye Zhuo said thoughtfully, "Ask cheap apprentice."

However, before he could speak, Ta Ling suddenly sent a voice transmission, "Xianjun, if I remember correctly, someone pretended to be you to accept Wen Xing, and he fell into the tower with him, exactly 17 years ago."

Ye Zhuo couldn't help being startled, turned to Wen Xing subconsciously, but saw Jian Qing put half of his head between him, and asked in a low voice, "Elder, Fellow Daoist Ye, did you hear any strange sounds?"

The four of them fell silent for a while, only hearing the whistling wind in the barren tomb.

Ye Zhuo calmed down and felt it carefully, only to find that the wind was mixed with faint gongs and drums, like the sound of ghosts walking together at night, and the footsteps of their feet when they wandered aimlessly in the world.

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I’m really long-winded, why haven’t I gotten to the point in Chapter 3_(┐「ε:)__(:[-]」∠)_