Su Bian Cultivation World

The Xie family has settled in Leijie for a long time. They have never competed with the world. They only write books with splashed ink as their career. They are good at painting, love to serve flowers, and are very happy.

At that time, Xie Chuncan’s grandfather made a seven-day gift of congealing gold pills. At the moment when he got the Tao and was close to the Tao, his grandfather discovered an important thing: calligraphy and ink have spirit, can communicate with writing, and can infuse energy. .

A handsome and refreshing travel note can soothe the mind, and a good question can enlighten the mind. Xie Chuncan's grandfather studied hard for hundreds of years, and finally figured out a way to seal the spiritual energy in the ink, and then use the ink Composing essays is a special method of nourishing qi based on essays. This method is called Shuqi.

A sentence inscribed in the clothes, "Originally ten thousand men are brave, carry this life's majesty" can greatly increase a person's strength, and the chivalrous spirit of a six-state singer written in cursive cursive can also make people brave and take the lead.

This method of inscribing poems in clothes, or pure heart, or inflating, or forging a body of iron bones has become famous in just a few years. In more than ten years, it has been prosperous and famous for a while.

However, their family foundation is not stable after all, and the monk with the highest cultivation level is just a golden core. If they can make steady progress at every step, they may be able to rise to a position that cannot be ignored in the world after a hundred years, but they are rising too fast.

It was so fast that he almost offended all the craftsmen and alchemists in this world.

In Xie Chuncan's memory, he was peaceful and stable, and under the auspicious childhood, there was actually a dangerous situation where the entire Xie family was about to come to an end.He had the impression of calling the wind and calling the rain, like an omnipotent family, but in fact, they were already walking on the tip of the knife step by step.

But the young Xie Chuncan didn't realize it.He is a genius that his father deliberately concealed, and he is the youngest son who is loved and cherished by the entire Xie family. He only needs to study literature and compose Fu, and he will not thank the flowers in the yard all day long, let alone other things that don't go well.

So when the night of Miemen came, countless cold butcher knives slashed down, and the amiable uncle in the past turned into a cold corpse, and when all the flowers of the Xie family were burned to ruins by the fire, Xie Unprepared, Chun Can faces the harshest fate.

Those people thought that he was young and hadn't had time to learn the scriptures of the Xie family, and that the person who made him ruin his family was always hypocritical, so they "forgive" his life after teasing Xie Chuncan.But looking at their behavior of sending Xie Chuncan to this ghostly place, one can tell that they never planned to let Xie Chuncan really live.

However, the other party did not expect that the hand that was only used to hold the pen and ink in the past to draw the bow and arrow had the same extraordinary talent.

When Xie Chuncan and Luo Jiujiang met for the first time, he couldn't stop laughing when he said, "Eight generations of great Confucians from the ancestors have given birth to an unworthy descendant who speaks stand-up like me."

He was actually laughing at himself.

The ancestor who gave birth to eight generations of great Confucian scholars was his Xie clan, and that unworthy descendant who was full of hatred, beyond recognition, cruel and cunning enough to kill people without blinking an eye, and cowardly and evasive to the point of not daring to write a single letter of prayer was his Xie Chuncan.

But now he won't run away again.

Xie Chuncan spread out his unlined clothes, his eyes were firm and sharp, Luo Jiujiang's breathing was getting weaker, and every rise and fall of his chest seemed to be a sign of death, but he didn't take another look, only concentrating all his energy on the girl in front of him. A book comes in prayer.

Xie's grandfather had comprehended it for a hundred years before he obtained the book prayer, and every inch of spiritual energy in it was extremely particular.Because the amount of spiritual energy used is sufficient and sharp, if the material for the book is thin, soft and narrow, like the rags that Luo Jiujiang is hanging on his body now, it will not be able to bear even the first stroke.

This is why Xie Chuncan was regarded as a genius when he was able to use paper to make prayers when he was five years old, and it is also the reason why he insists on taking off his undamaged clothes to make prayer materials.

But no matter how concentrated Xie Chuncan was, he had neglected this skill for too long.Shuqi also had extremely high requirements for the writer, Xie Chuncan's spiritual power went astray slightly, and the word "bad" just flashed in his mind, and the unlined clothes he had just taken off turned into pieces of silk in front of his eyes.

With the torn clothes, Xie Chuncan's hope remains.

One more time, the last chance... Xie Chuncan thought silently, this situation was within his expectation, but it was definitely not the result he expected.

The inner garment is the thinnest of the three pieces of clothing. If you want to use it to make prayers, the difficulty is no less than that of paper. However, the blood and ink are stagnant, and the spiritual skills required are complicated, not to mention Luo Jiujiang. His injuries required a large book prayer—although he made a book prayer out of paper, that piece of paper could only carry one word.

Although Xie Chuncan's hands were still as stable as ever, his forehead was already covered with sweat when his upper body was naked.The flesh and blood on his index finger was a little dry, so he cut another cut on his hand without thinking, this time the cut was deeper and more ruthless.

He can't fail, he has no room for another defeat.

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In such a desperate scene, there is no room for mistakes. Xie Chuncan is like stepping on a suspension bridge in the Wanren Valley, surrounded by strong winds, and he is not allowed to be distracted for a moment.

This time Xie Chuncan was extremely cautious, he had to rehearse every stroke in his heart first, and his fingers fell very slowly.Just when a book was about to be completed, Xie Chuncan's forehead suddenly rolled down a drop of hot sweat.

Sweat splashed on the silk material, smearing a smear of fresh blood, and the thin silk undergarment was raised suddenly in the absence of wind and force, and it was broken into two fluttering pieces on the spot.Xie Chuncan was left kneeling on the ground alone, his fingertips had not been lifted from his clothes.

The corners of his lips were still tightly pursed, and he was still concentrating on it, but he realized what happened first in his brows, and every forehead line was full of disbelief.Xie Chuncan raised his head, his eyes were full of dullness.

What a coincidence, what a coincidence.It's as if there is a certain luck in the good fortune, but he doesn't want Luo Jiujiang to survive.

The living will of God tricks people.

Xie Chuncan froze and turned his head, with a blunt daze on his face, he mechanically raised his hand to check Luo Jiujiang's breath.The other party's breath was still weak, but still warm, and there was a muffled throbbing sound under the flesh of his chest, as if even if half of his foot had stepped into the gate of hell, he was still unconvinced and wanted to carry it.

This is indeed Jiujiang's style, but there is no more complete clothes that can be used as a book prayer, and it is destined that I will not be able to save him.Xie Chuncan thought indifferently.

It's all fate, that high above, overlooking the indifferent will of all beings struggling in the world, it determines the rise and fall of a family, observes the split between master and apprentice, judges the life and death of relatives and friends, and records Xie's blood-stained night The destruction of Changjie also wiped out the last vitality of his best friend.

Luo Jiujiang's chest was still beating, and the sound was slow and regular, as if prolonging the time, which only made Xie Chuncan's life extremely painful even for the blink of an eye and the snap of his fingers.

What is my role?What am I living in this world for?Xie Chuncan was thinking in a daze: Just to record how the Xie family died, how did Jiujiang die?Is the meaning of my existence just to die for others?

"...No." Xie Chuncan murmured, a little light slowly lit up in his ashes-like withered eyes, "I already know the way to get out, I haven't reached the end of the road yet, when I will not believe my life .”

He was able to make prayers with paper when he was five years old. He is an immortal genius that the Xie family has placed countless hopes on.What is it without a complete robe for carrying?What about three failures?Even Luo Jiujiang, who is as angry as a silk, is still sticking to it, how can he give up all hope for his friend now?

The light in Xie Chuncan's eyes seemed to be persistent, but also like a madman.

He rushed to Luo Jiujiang's side, turned him over lightly, and pressed Luo Jiujiang's back with his bloody palm.There is no ink here, so he replaces ink with blood, and if there is no cloth, he uses Luo Jiujiang's flesh and skin as materials.

His prayers can also be written on Luo Jiujiang's skin.

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Shanmao Yao stood beside Han Qianling with lowered eyebrows, quietly waiting for the other party's reply.

He was one of the few monster clans who followed this lord from the very beginning, maybe because of habit, or maybe because he handled things neatly, this lord still relied heavily on him.Now that Shenxue Palace has just been completed, many things have been entrusted to him by this lord.

However, Shan Mao couldn't help holding his breath in front of the palace lord. This didn't mean that the palace lord was harsh and harsh, but that he seemed to have a certain special temperament that could not be ignored.This temperament is so clear that people dare not be presumptuous in front of him for a moment.

The lynx demon didn't say a word, and from the corner of his eye, he watched the palace lord casually hold a handful of soft and smooth "silk strips" in the box.

This "silk strip" is one of the means used by the Yueshan Sect to control its subordinates, and it implicates a touch of the soul of the subordinates.If the banner ox that was defeated by Han Qianling not long ago had doubts and just destroyed the silk and satin tied to the opponent's life and soul, the opponent would definitely be killed or injured.

But now all the useful little things in this box belong to Han Qianling.

Shanmao watched Han Qianling grab the "silk strips" and let the faintly glowing instruments slip from his fingers. He felt all the hairs on his back stand up - that's how it feels, Palace Master He fiddled with the lives of others in the palm of his hand, but his expression and attitude were as if he was just grabbing a handful of fine sand.

It seems that all living beings in the world are just insignificant sundries in his eyes.

"The Master of the Five-color Pavilion is also famous in the entire Qingping Mansion. Since it is his invitation, even if it is a Hongmen banquet, you should go and have a look." Han Qianling said flatly, "This Lord of the Five-color Pavilion, someone knows his identity What is the body?"

Shanmao Yao shook his head in shame and said, "This subordinate is incompetent..."

"It's okay." Han Qianling said indifferently.

He had previously killed the leader of the Yueshan Sect, Banniu, in order to win this territory, and he established the Shenxue Palace on his own, changing the banner and changing the flag, and nothing he did was in line with the underlying rules here, so it is no wonder that others wanted to give him this place. "Prickly Head" got off his horse.

It is both human nature and demon nature, so there is nothing to complain about.

Although there is no good banquet if you want to come to the banquet, it is nothing more than soldiers coming to block you, and water coming to cover you.

Three days later, Han Qianling stepped into a feast headed by the Lord of the Five Colors Pavilion, where the leaders of the major forces in the Qingping Mansion gathered.

The owner of the five-color pavilion was a big black man with a height of eight feet. He sat tall at the top with a very solemn and majestic expression. When he heard the news of Han Qianling's banquet, he stared coldly with his eagle-like sharp eyes. Then I couldn't say a word.

The Palace Master Shenxue who stepped into the banquet was well-proportioned and tall, with an ice jade-like aura, his face was beautiful and magnificent, like the brilliance of a bright moon, like the clear waves of a bright lake, his eyes were as calm as stars, and his expression was even more indifferent Merry, not like ordinary people.

The five-color pavilion master held the cup in his hand for a while, but he couldn't fall down.

The servant next to him coughed lightly, wanting to remind him not to forget to sing red and white songs next, to teach the Mistress Shenxue a lesson, but the Mistress of the Five Colors Pavilion shook her head, although her eyes gradually became clearer , but the words he said were still insane and silly, obviously he was so fascinated by the other party's beauty that he didn't know where to go.

"I don't know... that... dare I ask... Does the Palace Master have a favorite Taoist partner? If not, look at me... Well, I am Wu, what does the Palace Master think?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The master of the five-color pavilion watched the astonishing beauty frown, and half astonishment flashed in his eyes.His face was much more vivid because of this surprise, as if he was invited to the world from the sky where there is no smoke and fire, and his face suddenly became seven points more colorful.

The next moment, the other party's clear voice, like broken ice and broken jade, rang in the ears of the five-color pavilion master: "...The main body of the pavilion master is probably an anglerfish*."

The author has something to say: *The anglerfish is a creature. After mating, the male and the female will stick to the female until it turns into the female's seminal vesicle (...).

Jiujiang: Yes!That's right!Familiar formula, familiar taste!This is my family's Qianling scolding style!Call my Qianling Crazy!

Xie Chuncan: ...Lie down, lie down, don't cheat.You're still half-dead in the plot!