Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

In the 33rd year of the Qing Dynasty, it was near the end of the month.

As the New Year approached, the owner of Langfeng paid double the monthly money to the servants and let them go back to reunite with their families.

As a result, many people went to the mansion, but they did not appear cold.Thanks to the girl in the family, the round red lanterns were hung under the eaves of the Jiuqu corridor, and tassel jade beads were strung together in five steps, which is elegant in the bustle.

Each lantern is printed with the Luanfengditang flower of the Langfeng family, swaying gently in the wind.

Most of the servants who stayed in the mansion were poor homeless people. The head of the family subsidized the spirit stones and asked them to buy new clothes and stay in the Langfeng family for the new year.

Wearing new coats and shoes, the maids gathered in the corridor to choose the hairpins and hairpins that the young master sent.

These headdresses are all made of spiritual wood, wearing them can nourish the skin and refresh the spirit, so I don't know how much they like them.

When choosing, always have to say a few words.

The topic must not escape "Today, the young master has been put in confinement by the owner again", "The young master has not finished his homework again", "The young master can't resist, babbling and singing music is so good" and so on.

The Langfeng family originally had two young masters, but currently there is only one in the family.

The eldest young master who was pinned on high hopes eloped with a casual cultivator outside more than ten years ago, and hasn't come back for many years.

Now when the Patriarch mentions this matter, he still trembles with anger.

"It turns out that raising a son is also at risk of being abducted!"

This knowledge made the head of the family strictly guard against the other son, wishing to pin him on his belt and watch him every day.

However, the second young master is incomprehensible, he doesn't read books well, he doesn't pay attention to his cultivation, and he can only see his face all over his body.

The face is like a crown jade, gentle and elegant, with curved eyebrows and smiling faces.

This young man loves beautiful people the most, and he loves to go to Fengyuefang to listen to music and qin, and a thousand pieces of money throws down a piece of music just for the qin lady.

However, the young man has not had an easy time recently.

In the past, there was a big brother on top, and he lived a happy and free life.

Anyway, from now on, the Langfeng family will be taken care of by the elder brother, and it's not his turn to worry about it.

Dad promised him back then, as long as he didn't do bad things that violated the family precepts and rules, if he wanted to visit famous mountains and rivers and listen to all the wonderful songs in the world, then he was allowed to go.

But ever since his obedient and honest elder brother wandered around the world with that mountain ghost, his father began to criticize him in every possible way.

Guan He is practicing formation and Taoism in the yard, and he hears chickens dancing every day, so he must hurry up and catch up with his elder brother's cultivation progress.

"But he never cared about me before."

The young master was indignant.

He doesn't have so many ambitions, Taiqingzong Hanshan doesn't want to worship even one, Jindan Yuanying don't need to mention it, he just wants to be a non-doing casual cultivator and make those beautiful gadgets he likes.

Everyone said he was a prodigal, but in fact his money was not from his family, he had a lot of connections.

Just relying on the skill of being a female nun and mending headgear is enough for him to exchange enough spirit stones to eat wine and listen to music.

He had copied the family motto so many times that he had a headache and hands.

The young master was locked in the yard, resting his chin on the camellia and freesia outside the window in a trance.

In a few days, the Qianfeng family and other famous families will come to visit. This is the banquet of the big cultivation family that he hates the most.

At every meeting, I always have to be compared, compared to the cultivation base, the Dao heart, and the magic weapon, which is so boring.

Especially the head of the Qianfeng family, who always puts on a posture, except for seriousness, there is no other expression on his face.

He said sullenly: "It looks really stinky, like a little old man, it's not fun at all."

But this year is a little different.

The young master felt a little happy, and said to himself: "What kind of gentleman is serious and dignified, if I tell others, the young master of this Qianfeng family will also visit the Qinlou Chu Pavilion behind his back!"

Then he remembered the "child of someone else" from Qianfeng's family that he met at the Liangfeng Terrace in Chunqi more than ten days ago.

Thinking of this, the young master will be happy again.

Everyone was listening to the music, why did he listen with a serious face as if he was about to fight Le Xiu?

The Patriarch of the Qianfeng family probably found that his son was too aloof, which was not conducive to dealing with the major families afterwards, so he asked him to communicate with his peers from other families and exchange ideas.

However, that single-minded person only heard "communication" and didn't hear "communication".

With an unpredictable formation, he beat his peers to pieces.

Everyone threatened to sue him, but this man was still holding his own in a daze with a dazed expression.

In order to apologize to the young masters of the aristocratic family who were inexplicably beaten up, the young master Qianfeng decided to pay out of his own pocket to treat them to where they want to play.

The spirit stone is enough, and I will accompany you to the end.

With such a good opportunity picked up for nothing, those aristocratic masters had to let go and play for the last time.

It's just that they didn't dare to take Qianfeng's heir to Hualou for a drink, so they chose the Liangfeng Terrace under the name of Chunqi to listen to those songs that they usually don't listen to.

Chunqi is a well-known brand in the cultivation world. It has everything under its umbrella, and there are branch owners in all walks of life.

The owner who took over the Fengyue business is obviously a business genius, and what he does in Fengyue is a combination of elegance and vulgarity, and it is by no means unconventional.

Looking at the Liangfeng Terrace, all monks played the piano and sang.

Even if his cultivation base is not high, it is not an exaggeration to call him "Lexiu" with the aura all over his body.

These people belonged to Chunqi, and they were not so much a show, but a transaction.

They use their imprints to distinguish | their identities. Those without imprints are day laborers or cultivators who come to aid the field. They have a purely business relationship with Chun Qi, and they want to get some benefits from Chun Qi.

The ones with imprints on their bodies are the monks inside them, and most of them belong to Chunqi completely for various reasons.

However, since Emperor Taiqing took the case of a local boss cultivating furnaces without permission in the early years, their inscriptions have been strictly scrutinized, and they are no longer similar to the existence of slave seals, but more like a document for entering the clan.

It symbolizes non-school and non-casual practice. If there is a need in the local area, I will go to support on behalf of Chunqi.

When Young Master Langfeng went there, he was looking for a singing girl with an imprint, named Cha Niangzi.

It is rumored that her music is very wonderful, and it has the charm of Jingjun playing the pipa in Chunqi before the Emperor Jingjun was excavated by the suzerain.

Chun Qi borrowed Jun Jing's past events to make a name for her, and there were a lot of people who came to listen to the tune. Listening to her alone would cost hundreds of top-grade spirit stones.

The young master doesn't have that much money in his pocket, so he can only fight with others once.

Among the people who joined the table was the young master of the Qianfeng family.

The other party squeezed Yi Rong, but didn't ask him to recognize it.

The tea lady has slender fingers, and the song "Youth Tour" is followed by "Qing Ge Slow".

The whole audience clapped their hands and praised, saying that the name is well-deserved.

Exaggeratedly, it seems that I have really listened to Jing Jun's music before, and I deliberately want to comment on it.

Langfeng's young master frowned slightly.

This girl's style of music contains fierceness, but also hides a trace of loneliness. Compared with cheerful tunes, it is better to play some towering sounds.

He was about to ask the tea lady to change the song, when the silent black-clothed monk not far away suddenly asked, "Would it be 'snow stepping on the pass mountain'?"

The tea lady seemed a little surprised, she was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes firmly, "Yes."

At that time, the young master didn't know that it was the son of the Qianfeng family who had been compared to him countless times, and wished to tie the villain so that his hair would fall out.

At that time, he secretly said in his heart: "It's rare to be a bosom friend."

"Xue Taguan Mountain" is a three-note song, one song is unsuccessful, the second is a long way to sing, and the third is asking for old friends.

This is the only time they have had an intersection in the past.

All kinds of youthful spirits have sunk into the three spectrums.

As well as their whole life.

"What happened later?" Shen Zhexue asked.

"Later, the evil trend fell, and the little catastrophe came." Leng Wenshu hastily brought this cruel ending.

"The entire army of the Qianfeng family who came to support was wiped out, naturally including the Qianfeng's eldest son, and the young master of Langfeng sent out the younger generation of the family with a formation, and was eroded by the evil mist. Died in the catastrophe."

Leng Wenshu seemed to be in better spirits than before. He leaned halfway against the wooden door, looking at the gradually cracking blue sky, "Someone reunited the remnants of the dead in battle from the evil stream, refined them into ghosts and spirits, and chose two from them. The formation cultivator acts as the twin phantom of this formation, and what happened to Mr. Shangui in the past is the past of this formation.

"There are a lot of weird stories in the lower cultivation world. If it weren't for this frequent occurrence, seven or eight people would lose each year, which is nothing to the southern realm... It's just that the past is all dust and dust, and my spiritual roots are not useless. "

Leng Wenshu's spiritual roots are extremely special, and the outside world knows that he has dual spiritual roots. Due to his congenital insufficiency, it is difficult to improve his cultivation.

However, in a coincidence, Leng Wenshu discovered that he had something strange.

After rummaging through Zangshu Pavilion, he got another person to point him out. Only then did he realize that his spiritual root is compatible with the formation, and has the same effect as the mutant spiritual root that Emperor Zi Jiangxi spent so much time looking for.

The emperor descended to see the future, but he was able to see the past.

He saw these long-dead souls wake up from the torrent of evil.

The other party deliberately made them fight each other, deceiving them that as long as they swallowed their souls, they could be brought back to life.

In fact, it is easier to control the resentment of the people for the sake of the people's spirits, and the power of treachery practiced at night is more powerful.

However, in the end it was the common people who became ghosts, resulting in extremely low fighting power at night, while the monks became the possessed spirits during the day, and their souls were completely "dead" in the repetition day by day.

The evil cultivator intends to reap the evil results of the darkness, but these dead souls fight against the army and win a chance to break the formation.

There was an exception to the human heart that should have been the most unbearable test.

The young master of Langfeng's family doesn't understand anything, let the mirror owner choose at will, and the young master Qianfeng becomes a virtual image in the mirror array.

Most evil cultivators think that young people are always easy to deal with without wind and rain.

The two teenagers formed the formation and became the only conscious people in this false Langfeng City.

The young master of Langfeng extradited the soul that should be put in the daytime, and there are too many faces he is familiar with.

He still remembers the day when the Xieliu was empowered, and the spiritual sound of the music of Chunqi Lexiu. He also remembered the little girls who shared the head flowers he made, and more monks from the Langfeng family.

That was his family, the people he thought would support him through thousands of rivers and mountains.

In the time gap of only half an hour, these people smashed all the mirrors in the city and swallowed them all.

But what they can do is too limited. When they enter this phantom formation, they may be noticed by the real mirror owner at any time.

They are struggling, but this struggle is weak like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Before the magic mirror was completely closed, the young master's father, who had indulged him at first, but later hated iron and steel, stood in front of him.

He originally thought that his father was going to tell him not to forget the group training, but the always serious Patriarch was choked up for a while, and only said one sentence.

"I'm sorry, my son, for your hardship."

The young master has copied so many family precepts, but at this moment, he really understands the meaning of the first page of Langfeng's family precepts.

"Reading aims to help the world, not to tell the truth; practice is to protect the world, not to use force to be strong."

"Like a peaceful and prosperous age, you don't seek to be famous; like a place of death, you don't seek to turn the tide.

"It's enough to be worthy."

"Throughout our clan, we must not forcibly rebel against the fate of heaven. When the wind blows through the corridor, you can hear the sound of the phoenix."

At the same moment, the young master Qianfeng led his complete soul into the night, and all of them were refined into ghosts.

Those were the ordinary people he had wanted to protect with his array, those ordinary people he had walked through the streets and alleys and greeted him warmly.

He also thought that the Qianfeng family would go in a new direction under his leadership.

A young man with lofty aspirations is always fearless of everything, and his aspirations can be as high as the clouds.

He also thought about how long the years of cultivation have been, and he can always slowly get over his twisted temperament.

Then he became friends with the gentle-looking, bright-tempered, somewhat arrogant little Zhenxiu from Langfeng's family.

"They never met again after that." Leng Wenshu laughed at himself.

No name, no surname, with utter devotion.

It was circulated in the guise of the lingering romance between the mountain ghost and the son, but in fact they never met each other again.

Shen Zhexue was silent after hearing this.

"The crisis of the emperor's descent and the old affairs of Langfeng City, I have left a letter to Pei Jing through the secret method, so that they will not be completely submerged behind the conspiracy of Fenghua Xueyue."

Leng Wenshu said: "Through the synaesthesia outside the mirror, they can no longer kill themselves, and they have to die to break the formation. We each get what we need, but it's true..." He was short of breath, unable to continue.

The cracks in the sky were very fine, Leng Wenshu opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Save what you can, and don't ask too much.

Shen Zhexue shook her head, helped him up, and after a moment of silence, said in a low voice: "They will be relieved once they die, and they have exhausted their last effort, but...we have not yet."

Shi Yuan and the others were fanned out of the mirror array.

Leng Wenyan has already woken up, she hasn't seen her brother come out for a long time, when she sees Shi Yuan at this time, she rushes to him and asks him, "Where's my brother?!"

Shi Yuan seemed to have lost his soul, and there was a tearing pain in his heart.

Fusang Spirit Wood Puppet's heart is fake, but why does he still feel pain.

Blood oozed from Pei Jing's palm, and he sensed that the blood contract between him and Leng Wenshu had already been broken by the other party.

Seeing this, Yu Ting's thoughts changed sharply. The eldest son of Sect Master Leng died inside. This matter was extraordinary. He stepped forward and patted Pei Jing's shoulder: "My condolences..."

"Look!"

As soon as the words fell, the mirror door that had disappeared actually reappeared in place.

Shen Zhexue fell out carrying Leng Wenshu.

The phantom of the long sword in his hand was shining with blue light, and it was about to scatter.

This inexplicable Bie Changting seems to have a arrogant personality, and he wanted it to come out before, but he couldn't do it. As a result, after the fragments merged, Shen Zhexue found that he could use this sword again.

But with his current aura, he needs time to recharge, and there is only one chance.

The Biechang Pavilion was like opening a door directly in the mirror array, and it was because the sword was fast enough that Shen Zhexue was able to bring Leng Wenshu with him before the mirror array completely collapsed.

After the two fell out, their eyes were closed tightly and they were unconscious.

Xie Zhuchun actually still has the time to joke: "Oh, the number of coma is two, it seems to be a constant number."

At this moment, spiritual waves surged in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Everyone, I have been waiting for a long time."

Yu Ting's expression changed drastically.

Others may not be aware of it, but he is the one with the highest cultivation level among the monks present, even if his cultivation base is based on the pile of spiritual grass, he is at least a golden core cultivation base.

Now the voice resounded directly in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the strength of this person should not be underestimated.

Xie Zhuchun immediately broke down and wanted to cry: "This will not let people rest!"

I saw a grey-clothed monk with a gauze mask, half floating in the air, holding firmly in his hand the body of the divine mirror that was half covered with cracks.