When I have a cold, my nose squirts so much that my head feels empty.
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The weather is very good.
This is spring, but today the blue sky is so high and far away that it gives people a rare feeling of autumn.
There are very few clouds in the sky. If you look far into the distance, you can faintly see a line of white clouds on the very far horizon.
The clouds were also very loose and thin, just like the bones of Qing Ling's body, dry and without flesh.
"That girl is really heartless."
Yin Xuege wanted to laugh when she thought of Qing Ling, who gritted her teeth and ate a bowl of pork trotters and noodles before going out in the morning, and then looked at the clouds in the sky that were as thin as hers.
The weather was so nice, and there was a stupid girl waiting at home, who had eaten enough pig's feet and noodle noodles, hugging her belly and moaning under the eaves.
"No need for divination, it will definitely bring good luck."
The weather was so nice, and the mood was so good, so Yin Xuege smiled, and smiled warmly towards Herbert Bobo.
Hebo Bobo was stunned, then frowned, raised his head in disdain, and held the sword at his waist with his left hand. If there weren't so many noble people nearby, Yin Xuege felt that this guy would definitely draw the sword three inches out of its sheath.
, intimidate yourself with the cold sword edge.
Touching the skin around her waist, Yin Xuuge smiled even more happily.
A quarter of an hour ago, the drama that the family heads of Weibei County raised their bets in the Holy Temple disappeared not long after it was played.
Under the instructions of Yin Jiuyou, no one of the family heads in Weinan County accepted the challenge, and everyone just laughed and counted.
In the words of Yin Jiuyou's coffin-closing conclusion, those words were really wonderful. Thinking about it, Yin Xuege always felt eloquent.
"The Spring Hunting Festival is a sacred event performed by the Yin family in Weinan and Weibei for future generations to worship their ancestors and comfort their ancestors."
"Children are shapeless, and they engage in gambling and fighting based on grievances and grievances. They talk about fighting for their lives. This is a children's game. How can you, gentlemen, behave like children? If you really bet on the gambling fight between the two children, and the legend spreads, how can it be done?
Doesn’t it seem that I, from Weinan to Weibei, are narrow-minded and just like a child?”
This is so well said, so wonderful, Yin Xuege loves to listen to it.
He continued to beat and beat, which stabilized the hearts of the families in Weinan, and also made fun of the heads of the families in Weibei.
A group of bosses, big and small, are all the masters of the family. They still want to make a fortune from the gambling battle between two juniors. Isn’t it embarrassing if this matter spreads? You Weibei old men can be embarrassed.
We in Weinan County are all among the 'lords', who will accompany you to embarrass yourself?
This is so wonderful and interesting to say, and it suits Yin Xuege’s thoughts very well.
Two children, talking about risking their lives for a trivial matter. These words were said in a calm and calm manner, and the bloody and ferocious smell was absorbed immediately. In Yin Jiuyou's previous life, he must have been a professional sweeper of the streets.
Yin Xuege didn't want to attract attention.
The gambling fight between him and Herb Bobo was over a dragon and a carp, but it turned into a big deal. It can be said that they were two ignorant young people. They had a dispute over a pet, and they met to hunt tigers and wolves in the jungle to hunt prey.
The number determines the ownership of the pet.
Look, how nice is this tune set by Yin Jiuyou?
There is no hint of conspiracy, no hint of sinisterness, it is just plain and simple, and the fresh smell of children playing comes to the face. Yin Xuege likes this smell. Everyone should not pay too much attention to themselves, then
It’s convenient for you to do things by yourself.
After bowing to the ancient saint and making a gambling contract, the great festival music resumed. Everyone bowed to the saint and left the temple.
After completing the complicated etiquette, the sun had moved a foot away from the top of the head to the west, and the figures of the people had tilted eastward for a long time.
The two major Yin families in Weinan and Weibei, as well as dozens of other wealthy families, were divided into two camps. A total of more than 600 children participated in the gambling battle. Among them, the two Yin families in Weinan and Weibei contributed 198 elites.
The other families only dispatched fifteen people at most.
After everyone left the temple and stood in the square in front of the temple, onlookers from all sides came in one after another, and for a while there was a huge crowd and chaos.
In the last quarter of an hour, let the young people participating in the Spring Hunting Festival taste the last warmth of the world and pay homage to their parents.
Out of more than 600 people, 30% survived, which is a very good result.
Most of the young people will stay in the depths of Sijue Mountains and become food for animals. Perhaps this quarter of an hour is the last moment they want to reunite with their relatives.
Yin Xuege stood alone in the crowd, surrounded by crowds of people, but no one was related to him.
There were at least thousands of people with the same surname as him at the scene, but none of them had anything to do with him.
He is Yin Xuege, his name is Yin Xuege.
He looked up at the sky. The blue sky was extremely high, and only a few thin clouds could be seen on the very far horizon. When countless people around him were disturbing and revealing their true feelings, what came to his mind was that he was as skinny as a stick and looked like a monkey.
Qing Ling, and...
Fatter than a pig, Yin Feifei?
That large piece of moving white fat suddenly flashed through his mind. Yin Xuuge felt a chill all over his body and his stomach felt full.
He turned back and glanced at the gate of the temple.
Just forget about that big fat man, why would he think of him?
In the holy temple, the dragon and carp curled up obediently in the birdcage and were used as bargaining chips and enshrined on the incense table.
The Spring Hunting Festival lasts for three months. This event that occurs once every ten years cannot be treated casually. Hundreds of ethnic groups will survive for three months in the Four Jue Mountains stretching for thousands of miles, hunting wild beasts, or transforming into wild beasts to hunt humans.
Or hunted by wild beasts and humans who are no different from wild beasts.
Within three months, this dragon and carp will stay in the temple obediently.
Three months later, Yin Xuege killed Hebo Bobo and left Sijue Mountains. Long Li was his.
"This guy!"
The streamlined figure of the three-inch long dragon carp flashed before his eyes, and he smiled knowingly.
There was a gasping sound, and the big fat man who had just appeared in his mind suddenly appeared from beside him.
Yin Feifei walked on Yinfeng steps, like a fat and proud swan, struggling to break through the crowd and descend gracefully.
He grabbed Yin Xuuge's hand and pulled him to a secluded corner.
Their friendship grew up when they were peeing and playing in the mud together since childhood. Yinxuegesi followed him to a quiet part of the square without hesitation. Behind a big tree with several people hugging each other, a dark iron-wood box was placed heavily in the shade.
Yin Feifei's little eyes quickly darted left and right, and then kicked the box hard.
"Boss, my father has prepared some good things for you."
Being made nervous by Yin Feifei's nervous expression, Yin Xuuge also quickly looked around and opened the lid of the box.
Inside the iron-wood box that was four feet long, one foot wide, one foot high, and one inch thick, nine dark, dull alloy arrows were neatly stacked.
The entire body is made of a secret alloy unknown to Yin Xuege, and the triangular pyramid-shaped arrowhead is as long as one palm. Such arrowheads have extremely terrifying piercing power.
What made Yin Xuuge stunned was the total of thirty-six magic patterns on the arrowhead, arrow shaft, and arrow feathers.
Among the rune weapons, those with thirty-nine French characters and below are considered low-grade rune weapons. The Gale Wind Crossbow with three patterns in the Yinxue Singer is a low-grade rune weapon. The Thunder Bow with nine patterns is a low-grade rune weapon.
The keeper of the Yin Family Manor held a hurricane crossbow in his arms. It only had twenty-seven spells. It was considered a top-notch item among low-grade rune weapons.
The rune arrows in front of me are each engraved with thirty-six magic patterns. They are already mid-grade rune weapons.
What's even more shocking is that these are one-time consumption arrows, not reusable crossbows.
Such an arrow can even kill a qi practitioner who has successfully practiced the skills and opened all the acupoints in the skills. The vitality of the whole body is like a dragon, and the qi flows through hundreds of meridians. If Hebo Bobo was hit by an arrow, it would probably be as big as a slap.
It's hard to find even one piece of it.
"Where did it come from?"
Yin Xuuge stuffed the iron and wooden box into the storage bag, turned to look at Yin Feifei coldly and shouted in a low voice.
Although mid-grade rune weapon-level arrows are not yet officially used by Qi practitioners, they are subject to strict official control because of their special long-range strike effects. Each of these rune arrows has
There are clear numbers. Each number corresponds to the official arsenal of a certain state or county. If there is any omission or loss, the relevant people will be exterminated.
Yin Feifei actually placed this head-destroying thing behind a big tree?
He is afraid that he, his father, his nine wives, fifteen brothers and sisters, the whole family of twenty-eight maids, twelve servants, four gardeners, concierges, and coolies are not waiting to die quickly enough?
"No problem. No problem at all."
Yin Feifei had never seen Yin Xuuge look so fierce in voice and expression. He was so frightened that he was trembling all over. The white flesh all over his body was undulating like waves.
"Boss, my father is not as good as your father. Uncle Jiu Feng is a street patrol officer, and that is an official."
"My father is just a treasurer in Weinan. After working for 150 years, he has earned the title of a canonical official."
"However, officials also have their benefits. Every year, according to the "Law", this warehouse is always damaged and destroyed."
Staring at Yin Feifei's pinpoint-sized pupils, Yin Xuuge grabbed his neck.
"These things are destroyed according to law? Why are they here?"
Yin Feifei carefully looked around and then lowered his voice.
"It's not from the Weinan arsenal, it's the old inventory from the Weibei arsenal. The talisman is about to expire and will be destroyed according to law."
"My father used some tricks to get it from there without knowing it."
After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuuge shook Yin Feifei's body violently.
"Where do you know "qingren"?"
"They're all dead."
Yin Feifei looked at Yin Xuege without hesitation.
"Living on the mountain and eating the mountain, relying on the sea and eating the sea, these things are inevitable no matter how strict the "Law" is."
Yin Feifei quickly described his father's philosophy of survival. Perhaps, this will also be his philosophy of survival in the long life of thousands of years to come.
His father is a canonical official. Since he is an official, according to the "Law", he can be hereditary.
In this world, in countless dynasties, official positions can only be inherited, titles can be hereditary, and civil servant positions can also be hereditary. As the eldest son of his family, Yin Feifei will inherit his father's civil servant position, just in accordance with the law.
He was demoted to use. His father was a canon official, so he just started as a deputy canon official.
This set of survival philosophy, his father began to teach him various tips and tricks when he was sensible.
"A few little guys who don't know the heights of the sky want to get some benefits. This thing is on the black market, and one piece is worth twenty taels of gold."
Yin Feifei smiled kindly, his eyes filled with deep feelings for Yin Xuuge.
"This was an old thing fifty years ago. If there were any future troubles, it would have happened long ago."
"So, this talisman arrow is very clean. When you get to Sijue Ridge and encounter strong opponents, just use it."
"Even if the identity of the talisman arrow is found, it will only be the people of Weibei County who are unlucky, and it has nothing to do with us in Weinan."
After a while of silence, Yin Feifei's plump hands patted Yin Xuuge's shoulders hard.
"Boss. I'm afraid of death and don't dare to go. I don't want you to die, so come back alive."
Yin Feifei is much taller than Yin Xuuge. He is fat, and is a head taller than Yin Xuuge.
Looking at the astonishingly fat Yin Feifei, Yin Xuuge suddenly thought of the nonsense he had with this fat man when he was young.
Because he was fat, he was bullied by children of his own race all day long. For some reason, he fell in love with this fat man and beat those children until they howled like ghosts.
Because he was afraid of death, Yin Feifei didn't pay attention to anything else. He just knew how to walk the Yin Feng Step very well. He was even better than himself.
"Fear of death is a virtue."
"Who is not afraid of death?"
After punching Yin Feifei hard on the plump chest, Yin Xuuge lowered her voice.
"When I come back, come and live at my place. You can't live in my own house with your size. Uncle Jiuban, I can't control your mouth."
He glared hard at Yin Feifei who was about to speak. Yin Xuuge snorted coldly.
"You can only run for your life, but is it useful? I will supervise you to successfully temper your body, open your acupoints, and become a true Qi practitioner."
Looking up at the distant sky, Yin Xuege's tone became very erratic.
"Mortals can live for a thousand years; Qi refiners can still live for a thousand years. Even if the earth is shaking, the sky is shaking, and the stars and the moon are rubbing against each other, if you don't accept the magic pill, you will still live for a thousand years. This is destined."
"Only with the Five Qi Chao Yuan, and only with the Great Vehicle of the Spiritual God, can we go above the blue moon and enjoy thousands of years."
"Follow me. Feifei, follow me. I will take you to have a look at the seven full moons."
Yin Feifei's little eyes blinked wildly. He looked at Yin Xuege pitifully.
"Cultivation is really too hard. If you open the acupoints and swallow the vitality of heaven and earth, if you don't do it well, your body will explode and die. I'm really afraid."
"It would be great for me to be a deputy magistrate. I will have countless gold and silver money. I won't have to worry about food and drink. I can find hundreds of women, and then..."
Looking at Yin Feifei with a lewd smile on his face, Yin Xuuge gave him a hard kick.
"Above the blue moon, the beauties are a hundred times more beautiful than in this Yuanlu world. Moreover, it is said..."
Looking sideways at Yin Feifei, Yin Xuege sneered again and again.
"The legendary art of yin and yang combined cultivation can make men want to die and die again and again. It can only be passed down on the blue moon."
Yin Feifei was sluggish and stiff, and then his fair and tender face suddenly turned red.
Panting, he grabbed Yin Xuuge's shoulder and gritted his teeth.
"Boss, take me up. I want to kill them one by one!"
Yin Feifei patted Yin Feifei's arm in admiration, and Yin Xuuge smiled with satisfaction.
What a simple boy, what a pure dream, what honest words. There is no hypocrisy at all, they go straight to the true heart, and go straight to the road. The word "die on the sun" is remarkable. It can be regarded as the sixteenth anniversary of Yin Xuege's arrival in this world.
Two months and two years old, these are the most incisive and essential words I have ever heard.
Men, as male creatures, have a primitive urge to reproduce. What’s the point of talking about those romantic words?
Go to the nine heavens, go to the seven full moons, follow your heart, and do what you want to do and what you should do.
The high-pitched horn sounded, and the loud shouts of Yin Jiuyou and Yin Baji came from the square.
He hugged Yin Feifei forcefully, and complained that Yin Feifei was too fat and majestic, and he couldn't hold this guy in his arms.
Shaking his head, he walked towards the square without looking back, towards dozens of giant monster birds slowly descending from high altitude.
These demonic birds are clear as water, the 'Moyun Dapeng', with a wingspan of more than ten feet, and can be ridden by twenty or thirty people.
All the disciples participating in the Spring Hunting Festival, as well as the heads of each family and prominent figures, will ride on this thing and rush to the Sijue Mountains 800 miles away.
It is a large mountain range that runs through the fifteen counties of Qizhou, Kunzhou, and Qianzhou in Kunwu Kingdom. The main line is seven thousand miles long. There are towering ancient trees, deep mountains and canyons, cliffs, swamps, and rapids.
There are poisonous insects and fierce beasts, and there are monsters and birds.
Of course, there are also rare flowers and plants from heaven and earth.
The children of all ethnic groups participating in the Spring Hunting Festival will be randomly dropped into the Four Jue Mountains alone. In three months, they will follow the positioning talismans on their bodies, either vertically, horizontally, or in groups to fight.
Or you can snipe alone and kill animals, birds, and humans in the mountains.
The locating charms on everyone's body have a certain range and will notify someone nearby within three hundred miles.
Within a hundred miles, the talisman will vibrate, letting you know the approximate location of the incoming person.
Within thirty miles, the talisman will point out the exact direction and distance of the person coming.
Thirty miles away, for an elite young man with at least the power of a cauldron, he could arrive in a quarter of an hour at most, even in the mountains with complex terrain.
Thirty miles, this is the most dangerous distance between life and death. If it is a meeting of the same race, it is fine, but if it is an enemy meeting, blood will only be spattered within five steps.
Amidst the shouts of countless people of all ethnic groups, the children of all ethnic groups participating in the Spring Hunting Festival stepped onto the back of Moyun Dapeng.
With a clear chirp, the Moyun Dapeng soared into the sky, flying hundreds of feet above the ground towards the due south.
Sijue Ridge is just south of Weinan City, a mere 800 miles away. For Moyun Dapeng, it is only a quarter of an hour away.
Yin Xuuge stood on the back of Dapeng facing the wind, and he did not look back.
Although there are people who care about him in the city, there are stupid girls and maids who are as skinny as firewood, there are also die-hard brothers who are as fat as pigs, and there is even the dragon and carp that he dreams about.
But he didn't look back. Ahead was Sijue Ridge, where he wanted to kill Hebo Bobo.
There, he wants to win over the dragon and carp openly and take back what originally belonged to him.
The strong wind roared, and a quarter of an hour passed in an instant.
Dozens of Moyun Dapeng dispersed and flew towards the white-capped mountains ahead.
Yin Xuege suddenly heard Hebo Bobo's voice. He turned around and saw, dozens of feet away, Hebo Bobo pulled out half of his sword and yelled at him.
"Yin Xuege! Remember me, Hebo Bobo! The next time we meet, it will be your death!"
Pointing in the direction of the Moyun Dapeng flying high under his feet, Herb smiled confidently.
"I'm in that direction. If you have the guts, come over."
"I remember where you are. I, Hebo Bobo, will come to you and kill you first."