Cold Mountain Bells to Passenger Ships

[-]. Four Elephant Allied Forces Dingheshan

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Tianzheng five hundred and three years, Jiangdong Changsha, Yinshi -

There was a huge explosion in my ears.

Hundreds of steel arrows were shot at the huge barrier, bursting out intertwined orange and red flames, the darkness was pierced by the steel arrows, and reflected on the young faces of the other side of the barrier who were sealed, and more than 100 Tianxiao sect disciples were all ashamed , Many people were somewhat bloodstained, their hair was disheveled, and their apricot-yellow Taoist robes floated in the smoky air with the smell of blood.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Come on top of me! Three more from East and West! Brother Lin is dead! Come here first to make up for it!"

"Is there anyone?! Junior brother Fang was hit by an arrow! We can't hold on here anymore! Come and help!"

"Who the fuck is in charge here?! Why is there no one to occupy the vacant seat?!"

"Line up! Line up first, the enemy's strong crossbow team is about ten miles ahead to attack! Ask the Guo side to lead people there, and I will go up there first!"

"Don't stand here! Get down! Everyone who doesn't occupy a place gets down!"

The disciple of the Shuiyun Sect whose shoulders were scorched by the demon fire squatted in the pit. His left shoulder was blackened and smelled of burnt flesh. With blood and mud on his face, he raised his sword and shouted to the senior brother on the observation platform: "I am Shui Hong Zhien of Yunzong! This is not a good place! The main command position is ready to retreat [-] miles to the rear! Sect Master Ye, Master Lu and Master Youjun Yue are preparing to join forces. Where is Chu Zijing?! Take me to find him !"

"What?! What did you say?!"

"I'm Hong Zhien from the Shuiyun Sect! It's not working here! Sect Master Ye, Lu Weiran and Yue Baichuan! It hurts! Damn it! Where is Chu Zijing?!"

"You don't stop in one place! It's dangerous! Don't stand! Get down! Ahead..."

"Get out of the way! Those who don't have a sword go to pick up the corpses on the ground, just use one hand, the five over there go to Xishou to seal, and the rest rush out with me!"

The disciples of the Tianxiao sect on the edge of the pit kept knocking down the steel arrows that fell from the sky with their swords. The swords in their hands couldn't support them and broke, so they went to rummage through the corpses. If there were any magic weapons that could be used, they all turned out and put them on top of each other. , there are rumbling artillery sounds all around, deafening, the barrier is constantly being hit by the magic breath, a little crack has appeared on the top, the wind is howling, stones are flying, and there is a burst of magic fire. When Hong Zhien heard the sound of the artillery, it almost exploded in his ears. , The whole person hid in the pit with his head in his arms. .

The disciples on the observation platform concentrated on killing the Dan Sihu who had rushed into the barrier. Those extremely ferocious giant monsters slapped the blade away with one claw, and the other one climbed up from the wooden ladder below, and killed the disciple on the stage with one bite. After being disembowelled, blood and viscera poured down from the sky, and sprinkled on the face and body of the disciple who had formed the seal below. Dozens of disciples were poured on their heads, and continued to hold on with pain and numbness.

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Hong Zhien pushed away the bombed dead body on his body, wiped the blood and flesh on his face, grabbed Dan Sihu's hind legs, and stabbed fiercely with his sword. A steel arrow pierced through the barrier and pierced the disciple of Jiefayin. Taking advantage of the situation, Hong Zhien slammed into Dan Sihu's head, and the steel arrow pierced it.

Hong Zhien didn't have time to get out of the way, the huge tiger body fell down, and with a click, a left leg was broken.

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A row of green flames exploded, dozens of disciples were torn apart, and the corpses flew in the mud splashing with mud.

A disciple had a leg broken and fell into the pit. He struggled to turn over, propped himself up with his hands, crawled out of the pit, and shouted to Hong Zhien who was lying on the ground to avoid the artillery attack: "Chu Zijing is in front of the river bank. From here, I will open an exit for you, you can find him and ask him to bring the disciples ahead to join us, and let me cover you!"

The disciple picked up the long sword on the ground, grabbed the crossbar of the observation platform and stood up. The trouser leg of the broken leg was torn, and the blood was mixed in the mud. ! Go!"

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Hong Zhien stumbled to his feet, and was pushed out by the other party. A ball of green fire was about to explode in front of his eyes. He was kicked out and rolled seven or eight times before stopping. The gap was sealed by another disciple just now. , and the fire burst from behind him, and the sharp needles pierced through and nailed to the ground.

Hong Zhien didn't have time to look back at others. He held his sword and turned his legs, dodging left and right. When a steel arrow shot out in front of him, there was a sword light flying from behind to knock down the attack.

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He hid beside the pile of corpses, the dust was blown up, the sand and stones fell on his head, the hair was covered with dirt, and the sweat was mixed, turning into brown muddy water. A burst of white sword light rushed out from behind, and he used The cover cat leaned over and continued to rush towards the river bank.

The footprints that fell one moment ago were blown into pits the next moment, and all around were the mutilated corpses of the Xinghuang Taoist robes of the Tianxiao School. Around him, he lowered his head only to find a ferocious human head rolling down at his feet.

In the sight of black smoke and blue flames intersecting, he saw a figure standing in the middle of the river with flames all over it, beside the huge Tai Chi flag fluttering, even though the flag was burned off at one corner, that figure stood upright holding the Tianwen matching sword, steel swords in all directions The arrow and the Dongsha demon soldiers with ghost faces were all blocked by one person. About 100 people of the pitch-black Dongsha demon soldiers activated their magic breath at the same time. Hundreds of people, and the Tai Chi flag fluttering in the artillery fire.

"Chu Zijing! The spiritual veins here are controlled by the demons! All sound transmissions have been cut off, our army has been betrayed, and this main battlefield has been lost! Ye Zhentian ordered the entire army to retreat!"

"What betrayal?! Tell me clearly!"

"The magic army already knew that we were planning to transfer the battlefield, and cut off all the spiritual veins here in advance. It was a fake victory for Yue Baichuan's troops in Yiling! They had already expected that we would pretend to attack Yiling, and they pretended to retreat first, breaking our legacy." Yin, trapped us in Changsha, they want to annihilate our main force in Changsha in one fell swoop!"

"Damn it... how can this be reasonable! Where's my senior brother?!"

"Que Yuying has to wait for your side to come over to help, it's not working here! Give up!"

Chu Zijing's young and mature face was covered with soot. He closed his eyes and unleashed his sword energy. Instantly, the river rushed up, forming a water wall, separating the hundred demon troops who were about to kill them.

Only then did Hong Zhien notice that the water wall was cast by a small man, and the water wall blurred the shadow of the sword light. Chu Zijing stretched his legs, picked up the little man, and held it under his armpits. More than 500 disciples of the Shuiyun Sect He rushed forward, raised his sword, and under the resistance of the water wall, he slashed and killed the roaring demon army holding his sword.

"A Ye! Didn't I ask you to hide?! Why don't you hold the flag and rush to the front line?!"

Chu Zijing said to the little man, his voice was loud, but he didn't blame fiercely, he was more worried and anxious.

"The brothers are all dead, I will help you!"

Only then did Chu Zijing realize that the Taiji flag was still planted on the river bed, and just as he turned his head, Hong Zhien was swinging his sword and chopping down the attacking steel arrows, when a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect shot the Taiji flag towards them.

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Chu Zijing flung himself on the little man's body to protect him, while Hong Zhien fell on top of a corpse that had been blown up to the ground. The rotten smell filled his nostrils, and his stomach was filled with nausea. Internal organs, he vomited sour water, wiped the corners of his mouth, Chu Zijing picked up the Tai Chi flag, and said, "Aye, go!"

The little man was pushed onto the Tianwen Sword, and he was still holding the flagpole. Chu Zijing sent out the last bit of spiritual power from his whole body to hit the sword. He ran wildly, the two of them were covered in mud and wounds, dodging the steel arrows flying from behind, pulling two horses through the forest and galloping towards the east gate.

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The man whose horse was blasted by the green fire stood up, his head raised and neighing, Lao Gao was sprayed with mud, Hong Zhien's mouth was full of sand, Chu Zijing wiped away the blood stains, looked up at the direction of Tian Wenjian, and shouted: "Go to the hill ahead! "

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The two of them were whipping their horsewhips, lying on the side of the horse's neck to avoid the stray bullets, all the way dodging and falling down the green fire crazily, there was a short bush on the hill, and the Tianwen sword was stuck on the ground, Chu Zijing leaned sideways on the horse's belly, grabbing it with one hand He pulled out the hilt of the sword, bit it sideways in his mouth, wrapped the rein with his left hand, and grabbed the little man's left hand with his right hand. The movements were fast and smooth, and the three of them rushed to the hills and temporarily avoided the attack range of the Dongsha Demon Army.

The barrier by the river had been broken, and the dark demon army easily killed the disciples who had exhausted their spiritual energy. When all the standing disciples fell down, the river surface was dyed red.

"Look! Is that him?"

In the sky, the Regent of the Dongsha Demon Army wearing a Shura mask was fighting with a man in Tsing Yi. Below, tens of millions of Dongsha Demon Army continued to wave their guns and let out a sky-shattering roar.

Seeing that the man in Tsing Yi blocked more and more strenuously, he was finally cut off with a single blow, and the demon army below retreated loudly, Chu Zijing was shocked, threw the little man into Hong Zhien's arms, and frantically whipped his horse with the Tian Wen Sword, A person rushed into the demon army, constantly slashing and killing the man in Tsing Yi who was trying to get close.

In the sky of Changsha, behind Ye Zhentian are the only son Ye Liang and the disciples of the Shuiyun Sect. Lu Weiran leads the Feng family behind him on the right, and standing below is the head of the Danyang Temple, Yue Baichuan. The disciple stood up.

Ye Zhentian roared: "Has the Hekou troops not appeared yet?"

Lu Weiran's fingertips turning white while holding the Seven Star Sword, his forehead dripped with blood on his right eye, his left eye stared at it for a while through the single-sided brass lens, and said solemnly: "I only see Chu Zijing, Hong Zhien, and Wan Yesan. people, and the remaining 800 people by the river were killed."

The entire mountain was surrounded by the Four Elephant Allied Forces, and there was a moment of silence, with the sound of rumbling blue flames exploding in the ears, the roar of the magic army, and the interlacing sound of weapons and swords.

Ye Zhentian's brows formed the shape of a river, and his rebellious spirit was soaring, Tianxiao sent Lou Jingxiang to raise the Xiaoxiang sword, and raised his voice: "Tianxiao disciples obey orders!"

"Rain or shine! Mountains and rivers are free! Volunteer warriors from all over the world! I am the only one at Tianxiaomen!"

"Rain or shine! Mountains and rivers are free! Volunteer warriors from all over the world! I am the only one at Tianxiaomen!"

"Rain or shine! Mountains and rivers are free! Volunteer warriors from all over the world! I am the only one at Tianxiaomen!"

"Rain or shine! Mountains and rivers are free! Volunteer warriors from all over the world! I am the only one at Tianxiaomen!"

"Rain or shine! Mountains and rivers are free! Volunteer warriors from all over the world! I am the only one at Tianxiaomen!"

At the beginning, only Tianxiao's disciples who were following Lou Jingxiang shouted, then Shuiyunzong, Fengmen, Danyangtan and other sects raised their swords and shouted in unison, more than [-] people, the momentum was majestic and magnificent!

Ye Zhentian raised his sword, pointed condescendingly at the large pitch-black Dongsha demon army below, and shouted: "The Four Elephant Allied Forces will suppress Zhongtu! Let me go to the immortal gates of the world!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The man in Tsing Yi was still tenaciously resisting the King Regent's blade, and the two hit the ground from the sky. Chu Zijing, despite being covered in sword wounds, shouted: "Senior Brother Yuying!" Kill a bloody path that never returns.

The Four Elephant Allied Forces with Swords in the sky are all over the head, the four flags cover the sky, the sun is covered, and the sight is dimmed. The top of Wang's head slammed down fiercely.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Four Elephant Allied Forces and the Dongsha Demon Army met, and the spiritual power and magic breath exploded instantly!

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A huge light exploded, and everyone raised their hands to block the bright light, or covered their sight with weapons.

The sky was full of dust, Tianxiao sent Que Yuying, Lou Jingxiang and Chu Zijing to hold the Holy King Sword, Xiaoxiang Sword and Tianwen Sword respectively, and the three of them took turns to attack without any delay. With the sword light between them, the banners of the Four Elephant Allied Forces kept retreating. Ye Zhentian and Ye Liang kept slashing and killing the enemy with solemn expressions. Hong Zhien and Wan Ye joined forces to kill the demon army on horseback. Boom, push forward in a slow way.

The demon army stepped on the mountain of blood and corpses of the Four Elephant Allied Forces, Que Yuying's right wrist was pierced by a steel arrow, with a loud roar, a sharp pain, the Holy King Sword fell to the ground, and Lou Jingxiang stood in front of Que Yuying , the Xiaoxiang sword pierced the regent's right shoulder, Chu Zijing pierced the opponent's left foot with the Tianwen sword from behind, and the Tianwen sword penetrated obliquely into the leg, nailing the opponent firmly.

The regent bent forward, and the Xiaoxiang sword pierced three inches more. He punched Lou Jingxiang's ribs with a raised fist, and then leaned over and knocked Lou Jingxiang away with his shoulder.

Lou Jingxiang was supported by a disciple. The regent kicked Chu Zijing away and held the knife. Que Yuying fell beside the corpse. Can't get up.

When the Allied Forces of Four Elephants retreated steadily, the sky was pierced with silver light, the magic breath was shaken away, and the smell of blood, rust, and rot were all washed away by the breeze.

Everyone looked up.

"Sect Master Ye, look!"

"What's that?! What's going on?"

"Heavenly general! He is the heavenly general of heaven!"

"Mr. Qingping! Heavenly Court sent Mr. Qingping to save us!"

"Kill the Demon Army! Kill the Demon Army! Kill the Demon Army!"

"Mr. Qingping! Kill the demon army! Help the world!"

"Mr. Qingping! Kill the demon army! Help the world!"

"Mr. Qingping! Kill the demon army! Help the world!"

"Master! We won! Lord Qingping is here!"

"Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping!"

"Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping!"

"Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping! Mr. Qingping!"

The Four Elephant Allied Forces shouted in unison, and everyone raised their swords to welcome the unprecedented victory of reversing the battle!

Unbelievable miracle, no, it is the Allied Forces of Four Elephants obeying God's will, and God bestowed a miracle!

Whether it is the Four Elephants Allied Forces, the Dongsha Demon Clan, or even the entire world, everyone will never forget this moment!

A young man in white clothes with bamboo patterns and wide sleeves, wearing a bronze mask, with white jade tassels flying, carrying a long sword, holding a moon-chasing dust-cleaning bow in his left hand, and raising his right fingers horizontally, three spicas formed from the four fingertips Arrows, floating clouds under the feet, shining with silver light.

In the ninth year of Tianzheng 490, Canglong Mengzhang and the white tiger guards fought against each other. The heaven and earth shook, the Canglong Temple collapsed, the opposite sex on the top of the mountain, the river flowed backwards, and the fire and meteorite impacted the six realms. Together with the heads of the Tianxiao Sect, Shuiyunzong and Danyangtan Sect, they went to Hanshan to pray, and worshiped the sky with the stone statue of the Yefan female emperor of the Dongsha Demon Race. The bell will ring loudly when there is a catastrophe in the sky and the blessings of the earth, which represent the alliance agreement, so it is called the alliance of Sixiang Bian in history.

In the 500th year of Tianzheng, there was a war between Xianmen and Dongsha demons in the world. Three years later, the son of Xinghe Tianzun came down to earth, and the world respected him as Qingping Jun. After that, Qingping Jun expelled the demons with three arrows, ending the troubled times.

In the 81th year of Tianzheng, because one of the seven pillars of the Canglong Temple was chopped down by the supervisor with a tiger-headed golden sword, the heavenly court believed that the world was doomed, and there was nothing to do. , to support a pillar so that it does not fall into the world and cause people to die. Qingping Jun used his own strength to support the Canglong Temple for [-] years with both hands on the pillar.

In the fifth year of Tianzheng 580, the cold bell suddenly rang loudly for seven days and seven nights, and then the divine pillar fell to the world, Qingping Jun lost his immortal power and fell. Cold Mountain View, Silent Hill" so the Central Plains will no longer ring the bell.

The cold bell of Hanshan was completely isolated and became a symbol of unknown disasters.

Because during the period of the war between the two sides, everyone in the comprehension world was in danger, and everyone was afraid of being caught and killed in public as the Dongsha demons. For "right body", and has the determination to show that he is incompatible with the demons.

In order to prevent themselves or their juniors and uncles from being "rectified", no one dared to form a family of their own, and all expressed their positions, except Mr. Qingping.

At that time, he was alone, and he was a teacher from the gate of the snow-capped mountain. He had no name and no surname, and he embraced the benevolence and righteousness of helping the world and saving the common people. When the World Honored One called him "Qingping Lord", the immortal king always wore a bronze mask, and no one saw him. His face, but besides his swordsmanship and archery, chasing the moon and cleaning the dust bow, he is most famous for his voice.

Mr. Qingping's voice is very magnetic, like a guqin, vast and far away, vast and rich, very fascinating. Anyone who has heard his voice will praise the ancient fairy music, this voice is really a tune of heaven.

When Lord Qingping was purging the internal affairs of the Hundred Families of Xianmen, Tianxiao sent Chu Zijing to capture a child who was suspected to be from the Dongsha Demon Clan. Swearing their lives to protect him, all the immortals unanimously agreed because of Lord Qingping's benevolence and chivalry, and it became a good story.

On the first day of September, at noon, on the wooden platform at the east gate, the League of Four Elephant Changes supervised the beheading. During the battle, the Xie family of Shuiyunzong, Xie Cheng, Wang Shi, Xie Shun, and my daughter Xie Ting knelt with their hands behind their backs. They were disciples from various sects, and they all watched them being executed indifferently.

After the matter was over, Lord Qingping returned to the Heavenly Court.

A hundred years later -

In the Yongde Hall of Shuiyunzong, Hong Zhien, the acting suzerain, is sitting in the main seat in a black robe with python pattern, and the hall is magnificent.

Standing in front of him was a young man, his hair was tied into a ponytail with a headband, a few strands of hair hung down his shoulders, he was dressed in black with a red scarf, and he had a Qiankun bag on his waist. She had a delicate face, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, a little girly, and her eyes were floating around, as if she was thinking about something.

Hong Zhi'en, acting suzerain, said: "Xiang Yaoze, you have worked hard all the way. Since you are here to attend the inauguration ceremony of Linqi Building on behalf of Fengmen in Lushan, you can rest here for a few days. I will send someone to show you around. Just say anything you need."

Yao Ze picked up the tea and took a sip, said: "The suzerain is too polite, I should apologize. I broke in when you were encircling the Linghuang, and almost let you miss. I'm really sorry!"

Acting suzerain Hong Zhi'en said: "I am the acting suzerain, my niece is new here and doesn't know her way, so I don't blame you."

Yao Ze said: "Speaking of which, who is that person? If he hadn't made a move to help block the sword of the suzerain, I would probably be split in two by the suzerain now."

Acting suzerain Hong Zhien corrected: "I am only acting suzerain, that person... I recruited here half a month ago in response to the completion ceremony of Linqi Building, many banquets, and a serious shortage of manpower. He is not a great person. .”

Yao Ze said: "Really? Can you take me to him? I always repay my kindness. I am different from some great sects who belittle others because of their own reputation, right? Sovereign."

Acting suzerain Hong Zhien couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, and said: "I'm the acting suzerain, that's fine, but that person was sent to Hanshanshuiyunguan a few days ago, you might have to wait until today's ceremony is over before looking for him. "

Yao Ze clapped his hands and said, "That's it, then I'll go out first, thank you, suzerain."

Acting suzerain Hong Zhi'en said: "It's the acting suzerain."

Yaoze turned his heels and left Yongde Hall without looking back.

The disciples next to him went back and forth, and when Yao Ze passed by, he took the mung bean cake casually, while looking around, he heard other people doing things, chatting non-stop.

"Hey! A little to the left, that's it."

"Hey, you said that Hanshan is broken and rotten, why was that guy sent there?"

"Hey he! Not long after he came here, he rescued a representative of Lushan Fengmen in the hunting ground. Ha, he said it was a rescue. Sect Master Hong himself has a high level of cultivation. He insisted on standing up for Lushan Fengmen and blocking Hong The sword thrown by the suzerain was injured, and he was sent to Shuiyun Temple to watch the bell a few days ago, so you take these lanterns out and hang them by the door."

"Master Hong Zong is a little strict, why is the shot so light and heavy?"

"You are new here, so I can't follow you. I and all the young masters of Xianmen Baijia have seen that the stupid man was cut by his own sword. He wanted to block Sect Master Hong's sword, but he couldn't stop it. , The sword edge scratched my arm, but I still have to fight it hard, there is such a cultivator, there are all kinds of strange things these days, hey, why is this cup so dirty? It was all removed and rewashed!"

"No way! Seeing that he looks good and is quite gentle, he is so stupid."

Next to Shuiyun Sect Master's hall, a group of disciples took melon and fruit offerings and offered them on the altar of Emperor Jinyu, chatting from time to time about the new temporary worker "Stupid Su" this month, with mockery and contempt in their tone.

Outside the high wall of Hanshan Shuiyun Temple, on the back hillside, you can overlook the Tianjiang River flowing slowly. The sky shines on the water, and a young man walks under the tree. He looks gentle and elegant, dressed in old white clothes. Taoist robes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his steps are like walking on floating clouds, and his temperament is as light as ink and wash Zhongyuan Mountain.

Qin Su was in a good mood, admiring the scenery near Shuiyun Temple. The bed in his hut was made of a wooden board, rickety, the wooden table was loose, the bookcase was empty, the wooden paint was peeling off, and the ground was dusty. The small dormitory, which can only accommodate spinning horses, was quickly cleaned by Qin Su.

A mother-in-law who lived here for a long time moved out a stool and was basking in the sun facing the courtyard. Her son is an outer disciple of Shuiyun Sect and is in charge of the weapons storehouse.

Because the cold bell of Shuiyun Temple has never been sounded for a hundred years. At the beginning, everyone naturally increased their vigilance by 12 points, but people are forgetful animals. When the scars are healed, they forget the pain. rest assured.

After all, the cold clock is ominous, no one wants to get close, and the nearby shops and vendors can retreat as far as they can, so the surrounding area of ​​Shuiyun Temple is very quiet, different from the quietness of the fairy mansion on the other side, it is really quiet without a doubt.

For the aristocratic families of various sects and cultivators, Lingshan Xiushui, dragon veins and phoenix nests, and the contention of a hundred schools of thought are interesting, but unfortunately, Shuiyun Guan does not fit any of them.

Qin Su liked it here very much. The sleeves of his robe were cut, so when he returned to his small room, he forgot that he didn't have any needles and threads at hand.

So he went to the courtyard, and when he saw his mother-in-law, he gestured. It was a sign language blessed by mana, called "Pingjun Chuanyu Style", which could be understood by any ordinary person. Therefore, it is also possible for people who do not know sign language to communicate.

The mother-in-law opened her eyes, and said with a groan, "I remember it seemed to be in the cabinet... Wait, I'll get it... Alas! It's a pity that he is not bad, but he is dumb, Wang Auntie has a pretty good daughter, next time I will take you to a photoshop, ah...I'm going to get a needle and thread."

Qin Su stood in the courtyard and waited. His mother-in-law gave him a needle and thread, and Qin Su said, "Thank you, please trouble mother-in-law."

The mother-in-law continued to sit down and said: "No, no, you can cook and mend clothes, repair roof leaks and do carpentry. It's amazing. Nowadays, children rarely do this kind of thing. They just let the servants do it. .”

Qin Su said: "I used to be taught by my master, and I feel more down-to-earth when I do it myself, and I have a sense of accomplishment."

The mother-in-law said: "You are really a nice young man. Remember to visit Liu's family with me tomorrow. Their daughter is very nice! She is quiet and dignified, and she doesn't talk too much. I have inquired about it. Mute and disabled are not a problem. Don't worry. "

Qin Su nodded with a wry smile, turned and went back to the hut to mend clothes.

Facing the short-burning candle, he mended the small hole in the cuff of his coat by the candlelight, copied the Tao Te Ching he had brought with him for a while, and went to bed when it was midnight.

Qin Su’s daily life is very similar, cooking three meals, cleaning, repairing door panels and repairing roof tiles, washing quilts, drying clothes, reading and writing. The peddler's books were scattered all over the floor, and the cart was overturned on the grass next to it.

The other party complained: "Oh, it's unlucky. Sure enough, there will be no good things around here. It's okay to walk like this. Today, the axle got stuck here. It's unlucky to die."

When Qin Su saw it, he typed: "Pindao is the Taoist priest who lives in Shuiyun Temple, don't you mind if Pindao can help you take a look?"

The peddler was sweating profusely, sitting next to him drinking water, asking for nothing: "Okay! Thank you so much, when did you come? Didn't there be only one mother-in-law living on the mountain before? There is a cold clock inside, very It’s unlucky, you’ll be unlucky if you get close, if you’re cheated, I advise you to find another place to live! My brother-in-law lives nearby, and I can catch earth dragons when I go fishing, and my uncle, walking nearby I can break my leg in Pingchuan, step on a banana peel and lie down for three months, and all the rich people in the vicinity have moved away, and those who have no money would rather cross the river to find a house first, this place is too fucking bad."

Qin Su raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the peddler swearing, then raised his hand to wipe his sweat, turned the cart upright with one hand, and said, "Okay, it's just a stone stuck in it."

The peddler widened his eyes and said, "I'll go! You are too strong."

He took down a story book and said to Qin Su: "Thank you, this is a very popular one recently, I finished reading it, you can use Shangguan to pass the time!"

Qin Su thanked him and took it, with the words "Xia Ke Mou" written on it.

So Qin Su added a new entertainment, which is to be able to watch Jiang Bo Miaomiao outside his small house with "Xia Ke Mou" at dusk and dawn, and experience various interesting stories in the book.

However, his dull and leisurely life was broken by a wooden box.

In the morning, Qinsu re-painted the bell tower with fireproof paint, and cleaned it inside and out. The mother-in-law was basking in the sun on the deck chair, eating broad bean buns, and said: "I received your package today, I will take it to your cabin Put it on the table, right, the vegetable cutting table in the kitchen will shake, and the table legs are damaged by moths.”

Qin Su put down the broom and said, "Okay, I'll fix it later. You said you received my package? Are you sure it's mine?"

The mother-in-law said: "Of course it belongs to you. The person who sent the letter said it was the Taoist leader. Besides you and me, who else is there? Or other good brothers who can't be seen, well, that can't be counted."

Qin Su thought, he had only been here not long ago, and he had no acquaintances, let alone family and friends, so how could he have a package?Maybe it was sent by mistake.

He pushed the hut away while thinking, and there was a red sandalwood box on the wooden table inside, with a magic talisman pasted on it, and the post said: "..."

I can't understand it, it's too scribbled, and the receipt field reads: "..."

I still can't understand it, and it's even crazier than just now.

Qin Su thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of anyone he knew. This wooden box seemed to be very valuable. He stood by the table and paced back and forth, then looked at the posted column, and tried hard to recognize someone who looked like: "Qin Su .”

Why is the person who sent the package in my name?Wait, wait, then he lowered his head and tried to read it again, that is

...No, I can't see it.

Qin Su sat down and stared at the wooden box, the talisman was shining on the wooden box, he also had such a similar and powerful spiritual power, he didn't know how he could send a package to himself.

There are two brass rings on the back of the wooden box, which can be tied with a belt, so Qin Su found a belt in the cabinet, and carried a box that looked a bit like a long sword on his back. He wore a small ivory white purse and an old cosmos bag.

Qin Su went to chat with her mother-in-law first: "Grandma, this is not my package. I'm going to the Linqi Tower of Shuiyunzong to ask. There is a lovesickness room over there, which will register the sect and name of the sender of the letter package. Please trouble your mother-in-law first."

The mother-in-law yawned and said, "Then go quickly! I thought it was your package!"

Qin Su walked to the river, bent down to unload the rope, jumped into the boat, and passed another oncoming boat far away.

Qin Su rowed across the river, and the small boat slid across the river. He glanced at the back of a young man in black on the boat, turning the lid of the cup with one hand, and stepping on the pedals with the other, looking like a son of an aristocratic family.

Qin Su thought that it was a rare visitor to go to Shuiyun Temple, but he didn't think too much about it. When he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, he tied the cable and went in the direction of Linqi Tower.

Qin Su was full of doubts, the street was very lively and noisy, people came and went, many cultivators all went in the same direction, Qin Su was wearing a white Taoist robe that was washed to a certain extent and the cuffs were unthreaded, thinking about the box that looked like It's not an ordinary thing, and it's not good to carry it behind your back for fear of being pushed around by people.

Qin Su then removed the wooden box and put his hands on his chest to protect it. He bowed his head and didn't take a few steps before bumping into it.

Brand-new and bright black boots, with dark patterns embroidered on the hem, tall and tall, looking up, it is a young man in an indigo robe with narrow sleeves and black dragon-lin wristbands, with black hair scattered on his shoulders, very handsome, with a calm demeanor, and fair skin , Seeing Qin Su's stunned expression, the corners of his mouth curled up, his whole demeanor suddenly became more charming, and his bright face attracted a lot of attention.

The other party is holding a bamboo stick with his right finger. It is a yellow sugar figure, holding a bow and shooting three arrows upwards. "Exorcism" story.

He has his left hand behind his back, and Qin Su is taller than him, but he always walks with his head bowed, and he has a slight bad back, but the other party still looks up at him. The young man's clothes are tailored and tall, his pupils emit purple light, Playing Qin Su.

Those eyes were miraculous and flickering, Qin Su's heartbeat accelerated, and he lowered his head guiltily thinking: "Why am I so careless, this man is dressed luxuriously and has an extraordinary temperament, he should be a son of some fairy sect, it is really troublesome, what am I doing?" , can be distracted while walking."

Qin Su hastily raised his hand to play the "Passing Words from the King", just as he raised his hand, he thought of the wooden box in his arms. Before the wooden box fell to the ground, in the blink of an eye, the young man calmly dragged his right foot and stretched out his left hand to eat two Refers to the brass ring that hooks the wooden box.

Qin Su wanted to dig a hole to get in, and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, I didn't hit you on purpose, I'm really sorry, how are you doing?"

The young man looked at him with his head tilted, and his eyes revealed emotions that he couldn't understand or guess.

Why is he looking at me like that?My clothes are dirty?Mud on your shoes?Or does it smell fishy?

Qin Su only has two pieces of the same clothes, and a pair of shoes that have been mended many times, but he has a good habit. He always takes a bath and does laundry on time every day. He is poor and ambitious!

A woman stood ten steps away, stopped in front of the kite vendor, and shouted, "Master Zhongli, what's wrong?"

It turns out that his surname is Zhongli...Which fairy family has a son named Zhongli?Can't remember, what a talented person.

The young man smiled and said, "Master Taoist, be careful walking, I'm leaving!"

The tone was a bit upbeat, high-pitched but not harsh, very clear and clean, like the voice of a jade pendant hitting.

Qin Su took the wooden box, and the other party suddenly stuffed the ate sugar man into his hand, then blinked his right eye at him, grinned, turned and left.

What a naughty boy.

Qin Su was infected by the cheerful atmosphere of the other party. Looking at the sugar man, he felt a little complicated, and he still ate slowly mouthful by mouthful. Ten thousand heads moved. The largest three-story vermilion roof tile on the street, the head of the Danyang Temple, Yue Baichuan helped to choose the name, which is called "Lingqi Building" for short.

However, the name was too long, and the plaque couldn't fit it, so I had to shrink it into Linqilou, which sounded strange, and I couldn't tell which adjectives were condensed into it.

Lin Qi Building is very extravagant. There are two huge paintings on the left and right of the hall on the first floor.

In the front is a simulated indigo blue bow body, the black ox horn bow slightly chasing the moon and cleaning the dust bow and the silver light horned arrow are placed on the crystal seat.

These two paintings and exquisite bow and arrow masterpieces are the treasures of Linqilou. Even if they are imitations, their appearance is lifelike. Except that they do not have the blessing of fairy magic, the rest of the details are exactly the same.

Qin Su stretched his neck, wanting to see the familiar high-grade fairy artifact, but there were really too many people, and the inner three floors and the outer three floors were crowded by young disciples from hundreds of families.

On the west side of the main hall is the Acacia Room, which has a counter and file cabinets in the back, where you can send letters and large items.

The room is very large. There is a sky-circle and place-recognition mirror hanging above the center. It looks like a disc with a square hole in the center. In the mirror, you can see the letters sent by all the registrants.

Words keep appearing on the mirror surface of the outside, and the old words keep running up, and the words