Tai sui

Zhi Xiu is really self-restraining, after hearing his speech with a face as big as a vat, he was able to hold back without saying a word of ridicule, and just shook his head calmly: "No."

Xi Ping said with a shy face: "Master, I am doing this for the country and the people—why do you think I can't do it? Didn't you say that during the awakening period, walking in the rivers and lakes mainly depends on foreign things..."

Zhi Xiu corrected in a good-tempered way: "Rely on experience and knowledge."

"Then you won't gain much knowledge if you follow Master." The traitor started to go to Jiewa again, "I think you have almost forgotten it. If you ask you anything, you have to observe the sky temporarily."

Zhixiu: "..."

"Besides, I still have spirit bones..."

"You still have the face to mention your half-baked spirit bone, how many times do you say it's 'spirited'?" Zhi Xiu sighed and raised his hand.

Xi Ping's eyes flashed, and he was thrown into a mustard seed by his master.

Suddenly, Xi Ping felt that his feet had dropped a thousand weights. He tried to lift his feet, and with all his strength, he couldn't lift them as high as a mouse: "Master, are you going to sink me into the pond?"

Zhixiu's voice came from "outside the sky": "Look up."

When Xi Ping looked up, he saw seven candles hanging above his head from near to far, and the nearest one was ten feet away from him: "Even the mourning hall has been decorated..."

"What nonsense, you can't climb high, you can't hold a sword, you can't throw objects, and the inscriptions on the amulet are all forbidden. You can only use the bone harp to extinguish the candle. When can you control the bone harp and extinguish seven candles with one string? When will I let you go down the mountain." Zhi Xiu said leisurely, "Don't worry, Xi Yue will bring you food, and you won't be hungry—of course, if you promise to stop messing with me and practice hard on Feiqiong Peak, you will be a teacher. I can let you out anytime."

Xi Ping: "..."

In the southern suburbs of Jinping, Pang Jian took back the broken fairy artifact. Although he was used to it, he let out a long and depressed sigh.

"Clean up, check if there are any casualties—that little girl, follow me." Pang Jian called Ah Xiang over, and said to the blue clothes, "Check the batch of snow wine on the boat... No, just in case In case, let me pay attention to all the snow brews on the market recently, and if they don’t work, I’ll chase them all back.”

Naturally, Pang Jian would not make things difficult for a half-grown child, so he was very polite to Ah Xiang, first took her back and gave her a meal, and then asked a few questions in a good voice, and Ah Xiang followed what Xi Ping taught her.In fact, Pang Jian knew that she had concealed it as soon as he heard it, but General Zhi didn't say anything, and only asked him to help arrange the girl. He expected that Fei Qiongfeng should have a lot of things she concealed.

Knowing that there are opportunities in the autumn, and there is no need to rush to be smart when it is time to be confused, so Pang Jian lightly let go of the fearful Ah Xiang, and only said: "Someone is looking for you, and this kind of thing will inevitably happen in the future. Don't be there." You're messing around in the smoky factory area. So, after a while, you go back and pack your things, and I'll send you to the countryside early tomorrow morning, and arrange an identity for you."

Ah Xiang is not qualified to have an opinion, so he asked cautiously: "Senior, what do you want me to do?"

"What can you do?" Pang Jian laughed, "I'm looking for someone to adopt you as an adopted daughter, so you can be someone else's daughter, change your name in the future, live a good life, and find a good family in a few years. Just be more vigilant, Forget about the past."

Ah Xiang was stunned for a long time, unable to believe that such a good thing happened.

She... doesn't even need to be a worker anymore?

A Xiang is not afraid of working hard, she can write and count, she can learn new machines as soon as she learns, she can do a little rough carpentry, and she can manage a large pot of rice for dozens of people, and it is good to work hard to eat.

But in Dawan, what is the reputation of a "female worker"?When you say it, others think that it is vulgar in words and deeds, hangs out with a group of men day and night, and is a man who is as good as a husband, and it is similar to a prostitute.

That's why grandpa kept letting her dress up as a man.

Ah Xiang opened his mouth, almost weeping with joy.

Suddenly, she remembered something again, and murmured anxiously: "Master, can I take my 'mother' away."

Pang Jian: "What mother are you?"

Ah Xiang became nervous, the elder said that she was going to find someone to adopt her, and if she wasn't an orphan, she must have died.But since her grandfather left, she and Chunying, an old woman and a young woman, have almost become dependent on each other. She left innocently, leaving Aunt Chun alone in that kind of place?

So she gritted her teeth, still ignorant and said: "It's...the aunt who has been taking care of me, she is..."

"Whatever," Da Dao didn't even finish listening, and waved his hand indifferently, "You can do it yourself, just keep your mouth shut."

At this moment, a man in blue walked over quickly and whispered something to Pang Jian.

Ah Xiang was young with sharp ears, and vaguely heard what the elder said, "Snow brew...not good...many people...", remembering the white-faced man told her, "Be careful with people who drink snow brew recently", and said in his heart: Could it be that the snow wine was mixed with something by them.

But she didn't think much about it, since she had nothing to do anyway, even if she was sold by the catty, she wouldn't be able to buy a glass of snow wine.Even if the nobles get sick from drinking, how can they still have no money to take medicine like her grandfather?

After hearing this, Pang Dutong left in a hurry, only arranging a blue suit to send Ah Xiang off.

In the car, Ah Xiang slowly recalled the thrilling day, sighed secretly for a while, then put it aside.

People, it would be nice to live a good life, why think so much?For now.

Lan Yi perfunctorily threw her at the south city gate and ignored it: "There was such a big commotion on the canal today, the evil spirits probably wouldn't dare to come for a while, there's no danger, you can go back by yourself."

Ah Xiang thanked sensiblely and got out of the car, and ran to the factory area.At one o'clock when people were about to close, she used the money she saved for meals to buy a gold plate lottery.It doesn't matter if she wins or not, she can't wait for the lottery anyway, so she can keep it in mind.

She planned to go to Mouse Alley to find Aunt Chun first, and if she met a client, she would have to yell and yell at her today, anyway, they were leaving this damn place!Ah Xiang is not very good at swearing at the market, the grandfather who brought her up is a scholar after all, so if she forgets a word due to excitement on the spot, she will start bouncing around to get ready on the road.

I don't know who is busy with what kind of work, the smoke and dust in the southern suburbs are bigger than usual, Ah Xiang can't help coughing a few times, thinking: It's almost Chinese New Year, why is it still day and night...

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong, and heard shouts and cursing in the wind.

A gust of north wind blew in, and the scorched smell hit Ah Xiang's face.

The sky in the south changed color.

Someone shouted heart-piercingly: "The factory building is on fire!"

"Run! Go..."

"boom--"

There was a loud noise, and the ground shook people's legs.

Ah Xiang was a little dazed, and saw a huge black cloud rising from the ground, shaped like a mushroom, and rushed towards the sky.

A man covered in blood staggered over: "Don't watch the excitement! There's an explosion over there!"

Ah Xiang was pushed and shoved by the fleeing people, stretched his neck and asked, "Where is it on fire? Where is it blown up? What happened?"

Someone replied: "I don't know, it started from the cotton mill..."

Another loud noise covered the other party's reply, and the hot wind brought sand and gravel, which slapped Ah Xiang's face fiercely.She covered her burning cheeks, her ears were buzzing, and she felt blood.

"The gold melting furnace exploded too! The moon gold-plated gold melting furnace exploded!"

The cotton mill... isn't it very close to Mouse Lane?

Ah Xiang raised his leg and was about to rush into the flames.

Xi Ping, who was locked in the mustard seed, was picking his hands out of boredom, and Xi Yue was by his side.

The half puppet is like a loyal little tail, play with him when playing, and always let him win; accompany him when being punished, and do most of the work for him.He didn't leave after the meal was delivered, Xi Ping practiced the bone qin, half-occasionally picked up a branch and put it in the mustard seeds, and wrote big characters on the ground stroke by stroke.

"It's wicked, only sword cultivators and jugglers can come up with such harmful tricks." Xi Ping seemed to have nails growing under his buttocks, blowing into the sky with his cheeks puffed up, and making trouble for Xi Yue with his head, "I said Yue Bao'er, your word... hiss..."

Before he had time to comment, a heart-piercing scream suddenly exploded in his ears, and the flames shot up in front of his eyes.

Xi Ping was shocked.

Nansheng Temple rang the alarm.

The blue clothes of Tianji Pavilion rushed out of the city with their swords, and the canal water was directly used by the half-immortals to throw it at the fire.

And the karmic fire that seemed to be the end, was still dancing wildly against the strong wind and rain.Thick smoke billowed from the place where the life-and-death clash of water and fire flowed into Jinping City, and covered the dark sky of Jinping with a thick canopy.

On the west side of Lingyang River, the inscriptions hidden in various places gradually lit up, and King Zhuang, who had been sleeping lightly, was startled by the dim light.

A piece of paper floated in through the window, dusting even Bering's body.

"what happened?"

Bering coughed a few times, and said quickly: "The cotton yarn factory in the southern suburbs, the owner's brother-in-law or someone else, drank too much snow wine, led a group of people to set off fireworks in the factory area, and lit the shacks where the migrant workers lived. The fire didn't stop at once. Jumping to the warehouse next door, the warehouse is poorly managed, a pile of 'silver powder' (note) is accumulated there and no one cares about it, and it explodes when it encounters an open flame. Just in time for the nearby moon-plated gold melting furnace to work overtime, chain all the way past, the whole The land in the southern suburbs has been blown up."

"Changing clothes for me." Zhuang Wang knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight, so he pushed his quilt up, "Snow wine? Wouldn't that stuff just smirk after drinking two cups? Why is it going crazy?"

While tidying his outer robe, Bering said, "Early this morning, evil spirits sneaked into Jinping via a cargo ship of snow brew. Double stone snow, richer, and the smell will tempt you to drink too much. The drug testing methods of the owners of Xueniangzhuang are comparable to Tianji Pavilion, and they know it in their hearts, but they are happy to push the boat when they see the business is good, and they are 'not intoxicating' Raising the price for a gimmick...Drinking too much of this kind of super strong snow wine, people's words and deeds are indeed the same as sober, but it hurts the mind, and often has amazing things. Because of this bane."

Zhuang Wang's thoughts turned very fast - the shacks in the southern suburbs of the factory area were overcrowded, and the warehouses with "silver powder" must have been cleaned up, and the factory area could not escape the crime of mismanagement.Jing Zhaoyin was full of bags and didn't mention it, but the factories in that area were all inextricably linked with the Water Transportation Department.

But behind the largest snow wine supplier in the capital is the Ministry of War... This is a bit of a hassle.

At this time, the white jade that Zhuang Wang put on the bedside table lit up.

Zhuang Wang glanced back, and saw a line of words floating on it without beginning and unsigned: How is home?The smoke is too heavy, third brother and grandmother must not go out!

"He's everywhere, it's not enough for him to worry about..." Zhuang Wang was filled with a thousand people and a thousand things in his heart, so he didn't look carefully, just smiled in his busy schedule.

However, before the corners of his mouth could be put down, King Zhuang paused suddenly: How did he know?

The people of Tianji Pavilion travel up and down, suppressing dragon veins and fighting evil spirits. They never imagined that a group of demigods would be so embarrassed by the firecrackers of the prodigal sons.

There are too many flammable and explosive things in the factory area in the southern suburbs, and the wind direction is not perfect. When a spark goes down, there is a fire burning for [-] miles!

All the steamships in the Grand Canal evacuated urgently, and half of the water in the river was covered in the factory area. It took a whole hour for the fire to stop.

And the heavy rain brought by the people walking in the world has not stopped.

From Xi Ping's perspective, he could only follow Ah Xiang, but could not see the whole picture of Nancheng.He used Ah Xiang to look at Jinping for a while, and for a while to see if there was a reply from his white jade closet, his eyes were too busy.

The people who survived the catastrophe had painted faces, and they couldn't tell who was who.Ah Xiang staggered, and stopped when he saw someone whose appearance was similar to her acquaintance.No one thinks she is abrupt, and all the souls wandering on the ashes are the souls of shame, with the same desolate look as her.

A howl came from nowhere, pushed her, and wandered all the way to Mouse Lane.

Standing at the mouth of Mouse Alley, Ah Xiang was almost stunned for a while, suspecting that he had found the wrong place.

The dark and damp alley in my memory disappeared, and the surrounding vision suddenly brightened, and I could see the Grand Canal at a glance.

Several city defense officers and soldiers who cleaned up the mess pushed her away politely, pinching their noses and plowing randomly on the ruins.

"Here's a... 54," they would yell to count when they found the body, "come here and help."

"55, 56, 57—these are all stuck together, let's count it as 57... Hey, this secret door is quite open."

"58, 59, [-]... [-], [-]!"

The officers and soldiers were still carrying the corpse at first, but then they were too busy and dragged the charred corpse around on the ground lazily.I don't know which adult asked them to count the number of casualties, and the curled up corpses had their own numbers.

A female corpse named "Sixty" was thrown at Ah Xiang's feet, her face was burnt, her mouth was open and she was facing the sky, dripping with rain.

He must have been very thirsty during his lifetime.

She may or may not be Chunying.

The canal water is stinky, and so is the rain that falls from the sky. Everywhere is stinky.

A Xiang didn't come to her, but in the heavy rain, she followed the sight of the female corpse and looked up to the sky, holding the reincarnation wooden sign in her hand.

Xi Ping yelled a few times, but she shouldn't.

Xi Ping turned his head anxiously, and saw Xi Yue's worried face and his bad words.

Xi Yue was originally writing his own name, but there were too many strokes for "Xi", he couldn't write well anyway, a bunch of characters with separated body and head crawled all over the ground, like a charred corpse at the entrance of a mouse alley.

And Bai Yuzhiji hasn't replied yet.

The women struggled to survive in the dark alleys, and he watched with cold eyes; the desperate people kowtowed to the evil gods, and he was indignant;

However, the wreckage and charred corpses all over the ground finally let the young master know that things hurt other people.

Ah Xiang raised his head, and Xi Ping, together with her, saw the unfathomable and inviolable destiny that rested on the heads of all living beings.

At this time, a dusty old beggar came over knocking on the board, and sang vaguely: "Lingyang Wei, Lingyang Wei, auspicious clouds fly high, and silver moons fall. Rich men drink snow, poor ghosts get drunk... Here, I will reward you with two copper coins, the little old man will give you a tablet of longevity... I will reward you with two copper coins..."

"Go away," the battered official rushed forward, and kicked him staggeringly, "Where is the old beggar, he can drill everywhere, why didn't you be cremated with you yesterday, bad luck!"

The old beggar was submissive, the official spat and left without touching the ground.

"Reward two copper coins..." The old beggar faced the mud and his back to the sky, knelt on the ground and bowed, and murmured, "The rich men drink the snow... the poor ghosts are drunk... the rich men drink the snow..."

Hearing these two familiar words, Ah Xiang turned her head slowly, and through the rain curtain, she met the naked eyes of the old beggar.

"Ah Xiang," the voice of "Uncle" came from the Reincarnation Wood, and that person spoke to her in a friendly voice for the first time, "There is something wrong with this person, he is with those evil spirits, and the Tianji Pavilion is nearby to take care of the aftermath. Call someone, immediately!"

Ah Xiang looked at the old beggar without blinking. After a long time, she said quietly, "Uncle, that huge man said that he wants to send me to the countryside to change my face and live a better life."

"I know……"

"But I don't want to go. Change something, change something, isn't the sky above my head still the same... It's useless."

"Wei Chengxiang, what are you going to do? You have been humiliated once, why don't you have a long memory! Didn't you see what those evil spirits are like? Mixing with them, you should be as disfigured as that 'old mud'! Do you want to be with me?" Like a mouse in the gutter, was it chased to death by the Tianji Pavilion? Maybe these birdmen bombed your house!"

"I have a long memory, really long." Ah Xiang murmured to him, "Uncle, even if they bombed me, I have to be like them to take revenge."

Pedestrians walking by the muddy water always have to worry about being splashed by the muddy water...unless they also jump down.

Anyway, she can't be the master in blue, why not jump off.

"Wei Cheng rings!"

"Uncle, you're right, Nan Sheng doesn't appear, so where are the gods in the world?" Ah Xiang resolutely stuffed the reincarnation wooden tablet into his arms, and stopped chanting the name of the god in her imagination. Also out of sight.

He was so depressed and angry that he slammed on the ground, and the bones of his fingers let out a short shriek like cracking silk.

choke!

Zhi Xiu, who was meditating on the cliff, opened his eyes suddenly, and the next moment, he landed beside the mustard seed at the door of the hut.

There was a scratch full of hostility on the mustard seed, and it broke.

Xi Ping suddenly fell into the snow and almost lost his footing: "Master! I..."

Zhi Xiu took back the mustard seeds, waved his hand at him, touched the scratch, and suddenly felt something, he frowned and looked at the clear and cold sky on Feiqiong Peak.

The night sky before dawn told him about the hell on earth in the southern suburbs of Jinping at this time, and a shadow passed over Zhixiu's face.

After a while, he turned his head and said to Xi Ping, "Your family is well. There is a fire-preventing inscription buried in the west of Lingyang River."

Xi Ping didn't feel better after hearing this.

There is an inscription on avoiding fire, so avoid water?Shock absorber?

Back then, the Lancang North criminals were not full of pigs and dogs, and no inscriptions would work?

Those charred corpses were lingering in front of his eyes, if he and Ah Xiang changed places... Xi Ping didn't dare to think about it.

"I know why your bone qin sometimes doesn't work," Zhi Xiu said, "You use the bone as the qin, and what you play is the sound of the heart. The heart doesn't move, and the strings don't move."

Therefore, when the sword repairer plucks the "string", what comes out is the sword intent.

Xi Ping himself is careless most of the time, playing the bone qin can only disturb the people.

Every other person's spirit bone has a natal magic weapon born, Xi Ping's natal magic weapon is hidden in the finger bone and cannot come out, probably waiting for his Taoist heart.

Flying Qiongfeng is frozen for thousands of miles, and no heart can grow out of thin air.

"Northern Kunlun is famous for its swordsmanship. All the disciples go up to the mountain to practice hard at a young age. With one sword cultivator, he can walk unintentionally or unintentionally." Zhi Xiu stood with his hands behind his back. For a moment, he was a man who rarely spoke loudly It is as sharp and isolated as the sword marks on the surrounding stone walls. "In the way of swordsmanship, your bone qin will probably become a qin sword. The sword is like a lamp, which can keep you isolated from the outside world. You don't have to look around or look back. You can only pursue Sharper and deeper sword intent, until breaking the sky and shattering the void——Shiyong, are you sure you don't want to follow your master into the way of the sword?"

Xi Ping didn't hear the deep meaning in his words, and asked utilitarianly: "I'm good at sword practice, can I protect my relatives and friends?"

"Friends and relatives," Zhi Xiu smiled, and looked back at the young disciple. His eyes were obscure, and his voice was soft and loving. "Shiyong, the road leads to heaven, and there are no relatives or friends on the road."

"Then why should I go?" Xi Ping said decisively, "Master, you should teach me something useful, I'm going down the mountain to kill these evil spirits!"

Zhi Xiu looked at him strangely, as if seeing himself many years ago.

"That's all," he sighed, "you come with me."

Zhao Ting took his master up to Feiqiong Peak, Xi Ping was taken aback, quickly picked up the imperial sword he had just learned, and stumbled to follow, then heard a soft sound, his master opened the mountain seal.

"Cultivators in the enlightenment stage can only use enlightenment-level fairy artifacts. You can't control the advanced ones. You can take a mustard seed, pick up the predestined ones, and pick a few to take away. Among the immortal artifacts, there are also tempers and conflicts. You choose Be careful not to let them fight in your pocket in the future, and don't exceed five."

"Only five..."

A pine cone rolled down and bounced Xi Ping's head.

Zhixiu's voice came from the top of the mountain: "Do you think anyone can be like your Senior Brother Pang, with a whole body of bits and pieces? He is the accumulation of life and death for a hundred years. It's not bad for you to fiddle with four or five celestial artifacts." .I have brought too many things. When something happens, it is not enough for you to pick up the fairy weapon. I will ask you when you grow up."

"Engraving inscriptions requires foundation building, but you need to know the common inscriptions. Take a book and read it on the road."

"A magic circle can be regarded as a low-level inscription. It just needs spirit stones, is easy to delete and modify, and is not as powerful as an inscription. However, although the operating rules are different, the general idea is similar. Don't let go of your homework. There is no other shortcut for getting started. gone."

"As for talismans, sword repairers don't often draw talismans, and I don't know much about spells. Take the "Tales" with you, and draw the ones you need. If you forget, you can check them again. If it fails, it means that the aura is not well controlled. Try a few more times. It will be done. It is easier to draw on talisman paper, and you can directly draw it out of thin air if you are proficient."

"And this one, catch it."

Zhi Xiu's voice fell silent, and Xi Ping's hairs suddenly stood on end.

The next moment, a sword qi hit his eyebrows, and half of Fei Qiongfeng trembled.

However, the unparalleled sword energy didn't hurt him at all, it just got into the center of his eyebrows and melted into his bones.

Xi Ping looked at his hands in surprise.

"You take this sword energy away and melt it into the bone zither. You can pop it out to bluff people in times of crisis. It's just that half-immortals don't have real energy, and the sword energy of ascending spirits can't be supported by a little bit of spiritual energy in the mortal world. You have to pump two pellets once you play it. Bai Ling. Take it easy and don't blow up those mines in your house."

Xi Ping: "..."

Cui Ji's young cousin also felt his knees go limp.

"I haven't returned the order to go down the mountain, so you take it, just say that I sent you to track down the evil remnants." Zhi Xiu said, "Shiyong..."

He seemed to have something else to say, but it finally melted into a sigh.

The sky is still not visible in Jinping City, but the rising sun on Feiqiong Peak has dyed the vast snowfield red.