The first little white face in the Three Realms

Xie Randeng carefully moved the hand on his arm away, and just after moving his hand, he met a pair of clear eyes.

The other party didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

In fact, it is just a dream, he is wearing good clothes now, but the inexplicable Xie Randeng feels a little empty: "I just want to clean my hands."

He glanced at the veil blown up by the wind: "It's getting late, you should wash up first."

When he reached the threshold, Xie Randeng was stabbed in the eyes by a light.

He subconsciously reached out to block it with his hand, and when he calmed down, he took a closer look and found that it was a piece of mirror lying under the acacia tree.

Today is also a sunny day. The sun shines on the broken mirror, and the flowers are scattered with extremely bright spots.

Xie Randeng originally wanted to see that Luo Qingyao's eyes were staring behind him.

Just now he used the excuse of being urgent, if he stayed here leisurely, it would look like a lie just now.

Xie Randeng could only let go of his curiosity and wash his hands in a hurry before turning back.

When he came back again, the servants took the broom and dustpan and came out to clean up the dead branches and leaves in the yard.

After all, the sound of sweeping the floor was not small, and they didn't dare to make too much noise if the master didn't come out.

Xie Randeng walked over and saw the mirror fragments swept out by these servants.

The mirror surface is actually very ordinary, it is a brass mirror, and the polishing technique is not superb, and it looks a little dirty because of the dust, and it is so foggy that no human face can be seen.

He bent down and turned over the culprit who had been shining into his eyes before. The material of the mirror is very special, and the patterns are carved very beautifully.

This is obviously not the mirror at home that he brought here, nor is it what Luo Qingyao wanted.

It is even more impossible for servants in the mansion, the small yard outside the room where they live, the servants can't easily come in, it is impossible to bring a mirror, come here to look at themselves, and throw the good mirror here.

What's more, if this mirror is intact, it may be worth more than these servants bought by his family.

"What are you looking at, sir?"

Luo Qingyao's voice suddenly sounded from behind Xie Randeng, but fortunately, he was used to his little wife's disappearance and was not frightened by him.

Xie Randeng took out his handkerchief and put away all the fragments of these mirrors: "Is this Qing Yao's thing?"

The latter leaned over, took a look and shook his head: "No."

Xie Randeng pondered: "Who entered this yard yesterday?"

"Back to the master, it's Peach Blossom, Chunxing, and Li Niu."

Several servants were called, but each shook his head, saying that he had never seen the mirror before.

They have also lived in this place for some time, and they have seen everything on the bright side of the house, but they have never seen this strangely patterned mirror.

There was still some dirt on the mirror, a few petals were pressed, and there were even a few dead ants, which may have been accidentally crushed to death when the mirror fell.

One of them is particularly weird, with a big head and an ugly face, giving people an inexplicable look of dying.

But because it was crushed by ants, Xie Randeng didn't look at it carefully. The mosquitoes, ants, and little spiders that were slapped to death were all ugly, and it hurt your eyes to see too much.

He wiped off the ants with a handkerchief. Their blood had dried up not long ago, and the yard was inspected, and there was no sign of loose soil.

Since no one recognized the mirror, there was only one possibility—there was a thief in the courtyard!

Xie Randeng frowned tightly: "Qing Yao, did you hear any strange movements last night?"

His sleep is relatively heavy, and unless there is a lot of movement, he will not be disturbed by anything.

Luo Qingyao is different, he will wake up if there is a disturbance.

But this time, Luo Qingyao shook his head: "I didn't hear that."

The corners of his lips curled up: "I had a lot of dreams last night, and I even dreamed about my husband."

He would dream of himself every eight days out of ten, so many times, it was not unusual at all.

Xie Randeng wiped the mirror clean, squatted down and put it together on the snow-white handkerchief.

This looks like an ancient mirror, which has been broken into such a shape after a long history and wind and frost. It is a pity.

It's just that it's hard to fix a broken mirror. Xie Randeng knows how to appreciate it, but he doesn't have the means to repair it.

He planned to wrap the things in a veil first, and send them out later to see if there is anyone in Shangjing who can repair them.

Luo Qingyao suddenly said: "I seem to have seen this mirror somewhere."

"where?"

"I seem to have seen it in a dream. An old man with a white beard is holding it. By the way, that old man with a white beard was the one I dreamed about two days ago!"

It is definitely not a coincidence that the mirror in the dream appears in reality.

That's right, if it was an ordinary robber, it would definitely alarm other people in the yard.

Although their place is well-managed, they don't have any valuables outside, so that they won't be targeted by those legendary thieves.

And Luo Qingyao didn't hear anything, which means that the person who came to the yard is probably not a human being.

Xie Randeng suddenly felt that the mirror in his hand was a little hot.

"Husband, do you think that old man with white beard is the mirror monster you mentioned?"

Xie Randeng caught Luo Qingyao to read and read. Luo Qingyao learned things quickly, but he didn't like boring things, and he was a little interested in weird stories.

Like paintings, ancient mirrors are utensils that often produce ghosts in picture books, but no matter what the ghosts themselves look like, they basically turn into weak and charming young women, and they never turn into old men with white beards.

Having said that, being interrupted by Luo Qingyao, Xie Randeng's nervousness was swept away.

Forget about soldiers coming to block it, water coming to cover it with earth, if it is really a great golden crown, there is nothing he can do if he is in a hurry here.

Xie Randeng packed the mirror, and then took out a talisman to paste on it.

When I went to the temple, I bought this talisman from the master.

It's no worse than the treasure left by his elder brother.

There are a lot of talismans consecrated by the master, and he doesn't feel bad about it.

"By the way, let's go to Jining Temple to have a look. I heard that the abbot there is very good."

The most effective thing in Jining City is not hosting, but marriage.

One of Luo Qingyao's favorite activities is to hang a small sign with two people's names on the marriage tree of the temple with her husband, praying that they will be together for a long time.

"it is good."

It's not good to stay in the house all day, and occasionally go out to relax.

"But we have to go eat first."

They are not like bigu monks, they will easily get dizzy from hunger if they don't eat a meal.

Luo Qingyao took two steps and stepped on the ugly ant that was brushed off.

Not only is it ugly, but it is also quite hard, and it is a bit harsh under the feet.

Luo Qingyao stomped hard, crushing the little ants to pieces, completely unrecognizable, and then raised his heels.

He smiled like a flower, and naturally held Xie Randeng: "Husband, wait for me."

When they were traveling, Xie Randeng passed by the bookstore and came down to buy two new books.

The steward's earnest recommendation: "Ding Huo's new work, would you like to see it? Is this book selling well?"

When I entered the bookstore, there was a row of these books on the most conspicuous shelf, and I knew they were selling well.

The corners of Xie Randeng's lips raised, but he shook his head: "No, I already have it at home."

Ding Huo is none other than him.

A few years ago, he became interested, wrote a book, and asked someone to publish it, but he didn't publicize it, and even deliberately concealed his identity.

After all, writing a storybook is not very worthy of people's attention.

At least for the Xie family, there is nothing to praise.

After returning to Shangjing, he resumed his old business. In fact, he had written the book long ago, and kept throwing it in the storage ring, and only dug it out later when packing up.

But this time, he still acted in a low-key manner. On the one hand, he didn't have enough status in Shangjing and didn't want to cause trouble.

On the other hand, he was also worried that the first time was just a matter of good luck. If there was too much trouble and no one bought it, he would also want to save face.

Fortunately, he still lives up to expectations, without using the connections of the Xie family, and his work has been liked by others.

There was a noise outside, talking about the one who made trouble before

madman.

"Have you heard that people die in ruined temples, their eyes are blank, and they look like they have lost their souls."

"Anyway, he is a lunatic, so he should die early."

And the people in the bookstore breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, don't worry about him deceiving others."

Shangjing is very prosperous, but people die quietly every day, especially those beggars who live outside all day long and rely on begging for a living. It is not uncommon for them to die.

But within the realm of comprehension, the Nine Stars Valley, the lineage of Jianfeng, the people guarding the life lamp stumbled towards the suzerain's room: "The suzerain is in trouble. Elder Qingxu, the elder, he has fallen!"

All inner disciples and elders will have a special life lamp, as long as the life lamp is not extinguished, the soul will not be extinguished.

"Didn't Qingxu go to the mortal world to cross the tribulation? What could happen?!"

The very majestic suzerain stood up and crushed the life lamp.

The broken life lamp itself is part of the retrospective mirror, which can play the last scene of the deceased before his death.

But the picture made the suzerain of Nine Stars Valley puzzled, the pink giant fell, and then there was an extremely terrifying feeling of suffocation.

Qingxu was crushed to death, no matter how you look at it, the things in the picture don't look like magic weapons?

The murderer couldn't be found, and Jiuxing Valley didn't even have a target for revenge.

Since it wasn't someone who murdered someone for money, it was a failure to clear the void and cross the catastrophe.

"That's it."

The suzerain sighed deeply: "Let's keep this matter a secret for now, and deal with the disciple's matter first,"

Losing a Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen elder, their strength has been reduced by a few points, and they have to recruit more good seedlings.

The author has something to say: Second update!

Should be able to change the map tomorrow