Tai sui

On the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the third prince, King Zhuang, toured the south.

The Third Highness is not in good health, and he doesn't usually leave the capital. People are not sure what his route is. They only know that there are generally two types of weak and sick people: either because of illness, weak and sad, or because of illness, they are surly and unpredictable.I don't know which one this one is.

But soon, they found that King Zhuang set out in a hurry and didn't go fast. Before he left Jinping City Gate, the itinerary had been made public, leaving enough time for everyone to prepare.

Officials and merchants everywhere breathed a sigh of relief - King Zhuang is a decent man.

It's good to be a decent person, the prince is decent, and the subordinates have room to be appropriate, and the two good things are good, so everyone is happy.

"As expected, there is a muddle over there with the prince." The boat was too swaying, Zhuang Wang couldn't read the words, so he asked Bai Ling to read to him the secret report from various sources, "Your Majesty didn't say anything."

"Well," King Zhuang nodded slowly, "No surprise."

For some reason, he felt a little uncertain in his heart.

There was both a turbulent undercurrent and a subtle tacit understanding between Emperor Taiming and Xuanyin, which he could not fully grasp.

Zhou Ying is a person who is used to hiding behind the fog and seeing everything clearly. At this time, he was pushed to the front desk unexpectedly, and he had a vague feeling of losing control.

Bai Ling looked at his face, changed his voice, and said: "The prince and Pang Du of Tianji Pavilion left the capital today, and the Qinglong Pagoda is temporarily handed over to Zhao Yu for coordinator, so I didn't say what I went there for."

Closing his eyes and resting his mind, King Zhuang opened his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "It should be to go to the land of chaos."

"Investigate about Liang Chen?" Bai Ling immediately reacted, "following Pang Dutong, with Fei Qiongfeng watching, this journey should not be dangerous. It's just that the land of chaos is not as good as Dawan, and the prince has some experience .”

King Zhuang rubbed his brows: "I guess he was not sent by General Zhi. What can he do when he is sent out? Pang Wenchang has 'asking the sky' in his hand. It's not that he can't contact Peak Master Feiqiong if something happens."

Bering: "That's..."

Zhuang Wang said: "It must be that he himself is arguing to go down the mountain to play."

Just as Bai Ling wanted to say, "How is that possible, what a decent way to do it", then he thought of that strange man, Prince Yongning, and swallowed his words again—it's not impossible for that guy to do it.

"General Zhi became a sword cultivator by the sea of ​​stars. He ascended to the spirit in less than 200 years. His sword heart is better than iron stone. I don't think Shi Yong may be able to catch his Taoist heart. It's fun for that kid to cultivate his heart and seek Taoism. Make some heresy..." King Zhuang stopped suddenly when he said this, and involuntarily clasped the blooming snow lotus around his neck, and after a while, he sighed, "Tell him to go there and see with his own eyes what happens to the powerless."

In a chaotic place, a group of steam passenger ships sailed through the silent river, with a long sound of "woo", throwing billowing thick smoke.

The side of the ship is inlaid with red copper flower reliefs, surrounded by two rows of animal head cannon muzzles, and rows of fourth-class inscriptions are pressed underneath, and it looks like a Dawan official ship.

On the second quarter of the first lunar month, before dawn, the crew of the morning and evening shifts had already begun to hand over. These "crew" were all wearing armor, and there was even a firecracker team on board.

It turned out that this was not an ordinary official ship, it was sailing from the border of Dawan to the chaotic land to change defense.

After Nanhe destroyed the country, it became the so-called "land of chaos", which was divided up by the four countries-mainly the division of the Lingshi mine, and no one cared about the broken place full of demons-it was called "co-governance".

Each country has its jurisdiction, and the jurisdiction has its own post station and garrison, assisting in the transportation of spirit stones and the placement of domestic business travelers.Except for the Ling Mine Area, mortals could easily injure their bodies if they stayed here for too long, so the garrison adopted a rotation system, and the Dawan District changed its defense every two months.

Although the land of chaos is dangerous, there are also many rare treasures, especially some exotic flowers and plants that are said to be able to strengthen yang, which are very popular among Jinping's gang of rich people who are free to fart.Businessmen who want money but not life come here for profit, and those who can find a way, spend money to buy a guest room on the defense fleet, and use the garrison's ship. It's expensive, but at least it's safe.

However, it was the end of the year, and not many people came out to do business, and all the boat riders lived on a steamboat at the end of the queue.

Maozheng, a room in the corner of the third floor was lit.

A servant with hands and feet as light as a civet cat opened the window and let Chen Feng in. He looked back at the master who was covering his head with a quilt on the bed, with a helpless expression on his face.

I saw a scroll floating in the air like a ghost, poking the head underneath through the quilt.

The head wrapped in the quilt pretended to be dead, no matter how poked it was, it would not move.

Unable to cry out in an elegant way, the scroll suddenly raised three feet, ready to use force to slap him.The person on the bed is like a maggot that has been tempered for thousands of years, every time when the scroll is about to be drawn to him, he twists it away, not an inch more, not an inch less.

The servant sighed, hung up the bed curtain, and respectfully "pleased" the scroll down.

A page first fell out of the volume, full of incomplete magic circles, and a line of small characters on it: Yesterday's homework exam, complete the magic circle on the paper-Xi Yue is not allowed to write.

The servant—it was Xi Yue, who pressed the invisible dragon-training lock on her neck, and passed the test paper to the maggot's brain on the bed.

A moment later, a warm paw was stretched out from the quilt, and after a while of groping, it grabbed Xi Yue's clothes.

Xi Ping: I'm so happy, Bao'er, you did it for me.

Ban Ou: Young master, this is your homework, the peak master said that I will not let me write it as a ghostwriter.

The young master buried himself in the quilt without saying a word, shaking the hand holding his clothes.

Xi Yue refused righteously: "If the peak master finds out, he will definitely cure you. Get up quickly, young master!"

The big maggot named Xi Ping rubbed a foot into the bed wrapped in the quilt, saying that he felt sick when he saw the magic circle, and he couldn't afford to be beaten or die.

When Xi Pingren went down the mountain, the lingering homework did not let him go.

Zhixiu himself never sleeps, nor does he let his disciples sleep. Every day, he passes a small scroll to him.

The scroll marked his homework for the day, and attached a volume of exam questions to test what he had learned before.

I have to study every day, take the test every day, and go crazy.

If he had known, he would rather bury himself in Feiqiong Peak than make a fuss about going down the mountain.

Xi Yue couldn't help him begging twice, so she had to obediently write for him.

His young master, who was so muddy and unable to support the wall, succeeded, poked his head out, turned over contentedly, fell asleep and went back to the cage, and dreamed happily: If only Xi Yue could change the magic circle for herself in the future, it would be great Now, he doesn't need to worry about anything, let the semi-even grow into a great power on its own.

Xi Yue has a photographic memory. Although she hasn't practiced her handwriting yet, she draws the magic circle very quickly. In less than a stick of incense, she completed all the magic circles on the examination paper.However, before he could put down his pen, a line of small words floated up in the corner of the test paper: Infuse spiritual energy.

Xi Yue: "..."

You have to inject spiritual energy, he doesn't know how to inject spiritual energy.

So Ban Ou took the paper to find Xi Ping, and before he got to the bedside, the calm note disappeared, and the test paper was replaced with wild words: I knew it, traitor!

Xi Yue's current avatar was not advanced enough to use aura like a monk, so he didn't realize that there was an invisible magic circle on the back of the test paper, which happened to be connected with the circle he completed.Because the spiritual energy was not injected in time to block it, the paper of the magic circle suddenly flew into the air, rolled into a paper sword, and a spiritual energy chopped down towards the dreaming Xi Ping.

Half even: "..."

As soon as Pang Jian, who was meditating, opened his eyes, he felt spiritual energy rushing from the next door, and knew that General Zhi had started training his apprentices again.

The matter of Tai Sui has been kept secret until now, and this time when I go back to Nankuang, I have to deal with the inner ghost, so Pang Jian took Xi Ping to the border of Dawan secretly, disguised as a businessman, and got on a defense ship—mainly because Pang Jian was disguised, Xi Ping would not Okay, no one knows him anyway, and he doesn't look like a serious person.

Although the steamship was fast, it would take a few days to cross the chaotic land to reach the Dawan garrison, so Pang Dutong was able to watch a frenzied drama every morning.

The two masters and apprentices can be described as "the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high", and the struggle is very exciting and quite interesting.

The aura in the paper sword has some supernatural powers. It only chases living things, and it will bounce back gently when it hits doors, windows, walls and cabinets.The rebounding aura didn't dissipate, and he turned around and joined the veterans who were chasing and beating the rebels.The more Xi Ping dodged, the more he played, and the more he played.

Xi Ping, with disheveled hair, was forced to jump up and down by the spiritual energy in the room, and wiped his palm, and there was a coil of silk-like thin thread in his hand, which stretched out like a snake letter, and scattered three or four spiritual energy that were chasing after him.

This is one of the five celestial artifacts that Xi Ping picked up on Feiqiong Peak. It's called "Lingling Silk". But it can break up the aura.

The master said, this thing is like a wire for picking a lock, it is useless if left there, but in the hands of a thief, it becomes a magic weapon for breaking a door.How useful it can be depends entirely on the owner.The owner can't do it, even if he hangs it, he can't die; but if the owner is sensitive enough to the aura and the timing of his strikes is precise enough, this enlightenment-level fairy weapon can sneak around in the foundation building and even higher battles.

Xi Ping is obviously not very good at it yet, there are too many auras chasing him, he is a half-baked guy who just learned how to control a sword, and he is not at the level of a "God Thief", and soon he is struggling.

Pang Jian happily listened to the excitement next door, and when he heard a few gasps, he knew that Xi Ping had been beaten, and he wanted to applaud Xi Ping and say, "Good lesson"—I've never seen someone who has a spiritual aperture and sleeps late. beat.

Xi Ping was being chased and beaten by the spiritual energy, when he heard a chuckle from the next door, he suddenly became angry, and said in his heart: "Look at my joke, just wait for me."

He shook the Lingsi, and knocked out the few strands of spiritual energy that were in front of him. Taking the opportunity, he took out another fairy artifact from his bosom——it was a Tianhuang Xianzhang, engraved with "We are at this moment at the end of the world", the author is unknown , Xi Ping fell in love with it immediately.

He is willing to give this thing a nickname "Huashuidong Yinzhang". It is used in this way: use it to stamp a seal on land A first, and then build another seal on land B before the aura of the seal has dissipated. Lands that are within a mile of each other can be connected together by this chapter.

The day before, Xi Ping took the pretense of visiting around and left a stamp for Senior Brother Pang.

"Since senior brother is so happy..." Xi Ping jumped, and he was almost stuck on the roof. The dense spiritual energy brushed past him, hit the wall, and bounced back twice.When he landed, he didn't look back, and "slapped" on the wall to build "The end of the world is at this time".

The spirit seal took effect immediately, and the two rooms were instantly connected.

Xi Ping: "Then share the blessings hahaha!"

Pang Jian was leisurely "listening" to the fire across the bank, when he was caught off guard by a poke on the "opposite bank", and the raging "spiritual energy arrow" hit him head-on and face-to-face.

Long live!

It was too late to say it, but Pang Dutong was worthy of being the No. 1 under Foundation Establishment. In a flash, he had already retreated behind the door, pulling out a long sword from nowhere.

The body of the sword "woo" blocked the aura that filled the sky. Pang Jian twitched the veins on the back of his hand and swung the long sword. The aura that rushed to his face was swept up by the sword.The true essence aura from Feiqiong Peak Sword Cultivator was naturally close to the sword, wrapped around the blade with a layer of chilling frost, and stopped.

Pang Jian took a deep breath and put the sword back into its sheath. When he raised his head, he saw the place where the Huoshuidong Yinzhang was connected. The bastard surnamed Xi grinned at him: "Morning, senior brother Pang, I send you a Wushuang sword energy, thank you!"

The voice fell, the spirit of the Lingzhang was exhausted, and the two rooms belonged to everyone.

Pang Jian: "..."

Shuzi!

Pang Dutong couldn't get used to him, so he quickly put back the things in the room that had been lifted up by the aura, rolled up his sleeves and walked through the wall to the next door, ready to deal with the little bastard.

Xi Ping put on his coat, and while the half-marion combed his hair, five of them looked through the new homework Zhixiu had given him.Seeing Pang Jian barging in, he didn't panic at all, pushed the scroll forward, and said with a smile, "Master asked me to thank Senior Brother Pang for his help."

Pang Jian took a closer look, and saw that the first line of General Zhi's neat characters on the scroll read: Familiar with the usage of "winding silk" and "share this time seal", the aura has been sent.If you can't clean it up, just go to your Senior Brother Pang.

Pang Jian: "..."

Before Pang Dutong managed to squeeze a smile on his murderous face, suddenly, the big ship stopped suddenly, and the water on the table was splashed out.

Xi Ping picked up the scroll quickly with his eyes and hands, and heard a low beast roar.

It was not yet dawn, the morning star was hanging alone, and the water vapor on both sides of the river was still there.Xi Ping poked his head out from the boat and saw a huge figure in the depths of the morning mist, crossing the Grand Canal.

The giant beast is shaped like a pangolin, with a pointed head and long tail, and its back is covered with golden scales. Its limbs slide leisurely in the water, and the only part exposed to the water is about the height of a large ship!

A fleet of small boats followed it, rising and falling with the waves drawn by the giant beast.The special fog lamps on the boat are carried by long poles, emitting a gentle milky white halo in the night, illuminating the back of the giant beast, which is as graceful as a continuous ridge.

Seen from the boat, the scene looked like a fantastic dream.

Xi Ping heard someone talking outside, presumably the other passengers were alarmed by the sudden breakdown and came out to inquire.

The changing garrison on the ship replied: "This is the garrison of the Kingdom of Shu. You can often see them grazing spirit beasts. We have a fourth-class beast-repelling inscription given by the immortal gate on our ship. It will be fine if you don't get too close."

The Kingdom of Shu teaches Lingyun, who is good at controlling beasts.

Xi Ping once followed Cui Ji's caravan to Zhaoye City, the capital of Shu, and the "spiritual beasts" he saw were all as big as ordinary cats and dogs, and it was the first time he saw such a magnificent sight.

"The pets you said were bred by traders with a little bit of alien animal blood. They are pets for children to play with, not 'spiritual beasts'." When Pang Jian heard about it, he said to him, "The dragon taming lock is from them." To control spirit beasts, do you think such a grand fairy weapon is needed to tie a cat or dog?"

Young people can be happy for half a month with a good horse, and there are very few people who don't love exotic animals, and Xi Ping is no exception.

He almost leaned his upper body out of the window, and asked Pang Jian repeatedly: "Brother Pang, what is the name of this big spirit beast? It looks very gentle, how spiritual is it? Is it human? Speaking of which, Shu Is there not enough space in the country, why do we bring spirit beasts here to raise them..."

At this moment, the leisurely giant turned its head towards him.

Xi Ping's eyes lit up, but before he could take a closer look, the giant beast suddenly showed a big mouth, and bit a small boat next to it!

Its mouth is full of sharp teeth that are more than ten feet high, and the cold light penetrates the morning mist, and it can only take a mouthful of people and boats.Xi Ping was caught off guard, and his ears covered with inspiration caught the sound of big teeth piercing through flesh and blood!

"It's not that there's not enough space," Pang Jian replied calmly, standing by the window with his hands behind his hands amidst the creepy chewing sound, "It's because the 'artificial work' in Chaotic Land is cheaper."

Xi Ping reacted slowly, and his hand on the window lattice tightened suddenly.

Pang Jian grabbed his shoulders: "This is the residence of another country. This is the official ship of Dawan. What are you doing?"

The cabins on the steamer were lit up, and despite the inscriptions, the garrison on deck quietly raised their muskets.

Like a goat chewing a leaf, the spirit beast unhurriedly finished eating the man, and then continued to swim forward. The boats still kept up, as if nothing had happened just now.

It wasn't until those fog lights went away that Dawan's steam fleet blew its whistle and continued on its way.

"That spirit beast is called 'Golden Armor'. Its body is full of treasures. Its scales are used in almost half of the body armor. Its flesh and blood can be used as medicine, and it is very valuable." Pang Jian said slowly, "It's really not too much. Fierce, except for the occasional cannibalism, everything else is fine. However, after the fall of Lancang, the Nanhe Kingdom has been broken for 200 years, and the "hundreds of chaotic people" are not considered human beings."

Pang Jian let go of him: "Welcome to the town of monsters, young man."

A beast's roar woke up Wei Chengxiang who had just fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and adjusted to the sunlight for a while. Through the broken window of the car, she saw a huge monster walking by in the distance.That big guy was carrying a golden armor, which was extremely brilliant in the morning light.

"It's Jinjiaxiong, raised by the resident of the Kingdom of Shu. There are many spirit beasts in this area, and those beasts go crazy and deny their relatives, so be careful." One person said, glanced at Wei Cheng through the car window, and dragged the carriage beside him. The cold corpse nodded at her with a smile, "'Unping Chan', there are two things."

Wei Cheng didn't say anything - she had a spirit stone in her mouth.

The aura in that sapphire has been exhausted, the stone has turned into soft ash, and the tongue shatters when pressed.She didn't waste it, swallowed the stone powder, and reached out to touch the broken magic circle in the carriage.

The "uncle" in Reincarnation Wood said that even if she was determined to go away with those evil spirits, she must not be like those refugees without names.This gang of evil spirits swept people back with a broom like they were sweeping fallen leaves, and they would definitely push these people out when something happened, it was up to fate.She bought so many gold pans and never won a single copper coin, so how could she steal the good luck to save her life?

She has to pretend, pretending to have backers and accomplices, so that people don't know her falsehood, if she can't speak, don't speak, I really can't help but speak secretly to the reincarnation tree.

She is a "guest" not a believer, and those evil spirits known as "Zhaoxue people" are really polite to her.On the boat, Wei Chengxiang had a separate room. When she went ashore in the chaotic land, others slept in the open, and she had a carriage... There were many magic circles hidden in the carriage.

According to Wei Chengxiang's guess, the magic circle may be a separate study. Anyway, the uncle in Reincarnation Muli claims to be a "sword repairer", so he doesn't know much about it.

The night before when I got into the carriage, the uncle passed through the Reincarnation Wood and stared at the book for half the night before he studied the magic circle in the car to a great extent—some were watching her, some were using attacks to kill people.The latter is not connected to start, it should be a backup just in case.

With so many "eyes" in the car, those evil spirits must test her. The uncle asked her if she dared to change and modify the magic circle in the car according to his instructions.Ordinary people who have not opened their spiritual apertures, even if they practice formations, the effect is very limited, so they can only use ready-made ones.

The uncle said that as far as his own magic circle foundation is concerned, it is purely learning and selling, and there is no guarantee of success. If something goes wrong, he can blow her and the car to pieces without waiting for others to do it.

"Then why not dare?" Wei Chengxiang thought to himself.

What else can she not give up?

In the middle of the night before, the two of them moved their mouths and hands one by one, reconstructing the magic circle in a thrilling manner.Then Wei Cheng gritted his teeth like a bet, and installed a spirit stone in the magic circle.

The magic circle flowed through the blue light quietly, without killing her on the spot.

In the early morning, the reformed magic circle broke, leaving her with two corpses, and the spirit stone used by the magic circle entered Wei Chengxiang's stomach.

Outside the carriage, several refugees sleeping in the open died. It is said that they were attacked by rioters last night.

Wei Chengxiang didn't take a close look at the two corpses that died in her hands, and he didn't have time to lament the companions whose lives were lower than earth.

While Xiesong collected the corpse, she seized the time to lean on the carriage to recharge her energy.

I lived another day.