Chapter four hundred and thirty seventh poor master
Blood continued to flow from the crack in the door, but there was no movement inside the door.
Is the bird dead?
Open the door and take a look?
Thinking too much.
What's so cool about this?
If he is not dead and opens the door, I will suffer.
If he died, I wouldn't be in the mood to collect his body.
The energy is about to be exhausted, and the six knives on the door gradually disappear.
Didn’t Tsukazai say that all concrete things can be materialized?
Is it just a temporary materialization?
What are the iron chains and locks on the door?
Could this be the embodiment of Master?
Master is the one who has captured the stars. His status is so high, and his physical existence must be longer than mine.
But no matter how long it lasts, I'm afraid it will disappear one day.
This guy had better be dead.
If he's not dead yet, I'll come back tomorrow and let him die again.
Xu Zhiqiong landed gently on the ground, settled on the bed, and fell asleep.
At dusk the next day, Xu Zhiqiong woke up and quietly went to the Xingxiu Corridor again. He squatted in front of the cell door for a while, but there was no movement inside.
Is this guy really dead?
"Hoo~" Xu Zhiqiong sighed, but there was still no movement inside.
Assuming he is not dead and suffered such a big loss yesterday, he will definitely not be fooled today.
That's all, there's no need to waste time here. Let's find someone to see if the Soul-Breaking Skill on your body has disappeared. Then you will know if this guy is dead.
Xu Zhiqiong returned to the small dark room and went to the master's bedroom with a lantern.
Master lay quietly on the bed, sleeping peacefully as before.
Xu Zhiqiong picked up the brush and painted plum blossoms while telling his master what was on his mind.
I have painted both the left and right sides of my face, this time I painted the center of my eyebrows.
"Master, why did you arrest Duanzhong Zai? Is it just because he practiced the Taoism?
If he's so sinful, why don't you just kill him?
I will keep your mask for now. The disciples face too many powerful enemies and without a magic weapon, it will be difficult to deal with them.
Apart from the mask, what other good things do you have? You love your disciples as much as you want, and all your things are reserved for your disciples. You won’t feel bad if I take them away..."
Xu Zhiqiong finished drawing the plum blossoms, covered his master with a quilt, and started looking for treasures in the "little dark room".
Xu Zhiqiong was the first to fall in love with the silver mirror and the nine-foot tall mirror stand.
He hugged the mirror and tried to move it, temporarily giving up the unrealistic idea.
This mirror platform seems to weigh dozens of tons and seems to be rooted firmly in the ground.
That bookcase is not bad either.
Xu Zhiqiong tried it and found that the weight of the bookcase and the mirror stand were about the same.
There are pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase.
The thing the master used must be unusual. If you just take out a piece of paper, you can easily kill ordinary people!
But what Xu Zhiqiong discovered first was not paper, but a pen.
The Judge's Pen is obviously a symbol of top-notch weapons.
He was going to pack up a few brushes and take them away, but one brush accidentally fell to the ground. After Xu Zhiqiong picked it up, he looked at the dim light and saw a line of small words on the pen holder: Lin Wangyuan's Paper and Pen.
Lin Wangyuan?
This is a paper and pen shop in Wa City. Xu Zhiqiong is a customer there and has bought a lot of paper and pens.
Lin Wangyuan's paper and pen shop is not considered a big shop in the capital.
That's it……
Xu Zhiqiong discovered that all the brushes belonged to Lin Wangyuan's family.
He put the large and small brushes back into the pen holder and touched the white paper on the table. There was a slight special touch that made Xu Zhiqiong understand the origin of the paper.
It's from Lin Wangyuan's family. This kind of paper is rougher than fine paper, but much better than ordinary paper. Xu Zhiqiong buys one every time he goes there.
Neither the paper nor the pen were of much value. Xu Zhiqiong turned his attention to the inkstone.
The workmanship of this inkstone was good and the stone was of high quality. Xu Zhiqiong was about to put it in his arms when he suddenly felt that the withered flower seemed familiar.
He turned the inkstone over and saw a line of small words engraved on the bottom: "Free paper and pen for thirty hangings!"
It is signed to Lin Wangyuan's family.
The translated meaning of this sentence is that if you spend more than thirty bucks to buy paper and pen at Lin Wangyuan's house, you will get an inkstone as a gift.
Xu Zhiqiong seems to have a similar inkstone...
Master, are you, the cheap guy on the table, worthy of being in the Xingxiu Corridor?
The only thing I can remember is the jade plum blossom brush.
Even if this pen washer is not a magic weapon, it is still a valuable thing based on its craftsmanship and materials.
In the center of the petals, the clear water is still there, and it seems that it will never evaporate.
Xu Zhiqiong picked up the brush and was about to take it to the mortal world, but when he saw the clear water in the center of the petals shaking, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly felt that his thoughts were also shaking.
During the shaking, Xu Zhiqiong's hand was unsteady, the pen was shaking more violently, and Xu Zhiqiong's thoughts were also shaking more violently.
As a result, a vicious cycle has been formed. Xu Zhiqiong may fall down at any time, and the water in the pen wash may spill on the ground.
What will be the consequences if this water is spilled?
Xu Zhiqiong couldn't imagine it either.
That’s all, I won’t use this pen until I wash it.
Xu Zhiqiong put the brush back on the bookcase, and his thoughts immediately calmed down.
He searched carefully in the front hall again.
Seeing that the valuable things could not be taken, and the things that could be taken were of no value, Xu Zhiqiong turned around and returned to the bedroom.
If you look closely, you will see that Master actually lived in poverty, and there was nothing decent in his bedroom.
Why don't you take Master's quilt away?
Or take off your clothes?
Master is so kind to me, and I don’t even leave him any clothes. Is there something wrong?
Xu Zhiqiong searched for a while and finally found a good thing under the bed.
It was a brass teapot with a short and thick spout and a large belly. With such a special shape, it should be a magical weapon.
Rubbing the ancient brass-colored pot body, Xu Zhiqiong felt the unique sense of vicissitudes and heaviness. However, Xu Zhiqiong played with it for a long time and discovered that this pot had a special feature.
It has no lid.
There is no lid, the spout is so thick, and it is placed under the bed...
Could it be that this is not a teapot?
Could it be that this is a chamber pot?
Xu Zhiqiong held the chamber pot and thought for a moment.
Since it is the chamber pot of the stars, it must have some spirituality, so let’s take it to the mortal world!
But if the master wakes up and finds that the chamber pot is gone, will he be very angry?
Forget it, the chamber pot was still left with the master. Xu Zhiqiong only took away the master's mask in the end. As for the pen washer, it won't be too late to get it after research and understanding.
Xu Zhiqiong returned to the mortal world, took a good wash, ate something, and went to the Yin and Yang Division.
He wanted Taibu to help him see if the fear in his soul was still there.
Taibu stared at Xu Zhiqiong and looked him up and down, shook his head and said: "My eyes may be dizzy, but I can't tell."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "If you can't tell, it means it's gone?"
Taibu said: "The soul-biting skill of the Horror Breath is of the same origin as the caster. If the caster is healthy, the Horror Breath will be strong. If the caster suffers severe injuries, the Horror Breath will also be severely damaged.
I can't see any trace of fear on your body, so I can infer that the person who performed the spell is no longer alive."
Dead, really dead!
Xu Zhiqiong was very happy. Taibu blinked his bloodshot eyes, waved his hands and said, "I have other important matters, so I won't keep you any longer."
Xu Zhiqiong bowed and resigned, and went to Tao Huayuan's room to sit for a while.
Tao Huayuan said with an anxious look: "I heard from Master that you were hit by the fourth-level Taozhu technique, but you lost your soul. What's going on now?"
Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "The fortune teller showed me and said that the breath of terror is no longer visible, and that Taoist cultivator should be dead."
Tao Huayuan was doubtful: "How can a fourth-grade cultivator die just because he wants to die? You bastard, my master has been suffering from poor eyesight for the past two days, but yesterday he saw the crescent moon as a child."
"No way! No matter how hard it is, it will not lead to mistaking the man and woman!" If this is the case, then the conclusion of divination may not be credible.
Tao Huayuan said: "To be on the safe side, you'd better go to Painter Li's place and have a look."
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to the tea house again and ask Princess Fanghua to go with me."
Xu Zhiqiong and Tao Huayuan kissed for a while, and then went to the Pingzhang Military and State Affairs Office. He Fang was very happy when he heard the news: "I was still worried about what to say to the queen, but I didn't expect that the scary news had dissipated.
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Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "It's hard to say whether the fortune teller made a mistake. It would be better to let Painter Li take another look."
He Fang immediately used the magic circle to go to Li Qi Tea House with Xu Zhiqiong. Li Shabai stared at Xu Zhiqiong for a while, nodded and said, "There is indeed no trace of the horror."
He Fang smiled and said: "In this case, the listening skills can also be solved!"
Xu Zhiqiong had long wanted to unblock his listening skills, but these days it felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton.
But Li Shabai had a hidden worry.
This fourth-level cultivator of Yongzhao died too suddenly.
Xu Zhiqiong could not tell the truth, and he was not sure whether Dujuan Zhongzai was really dead.
He took out six copper coins from his arms and said: "Let's guess the last hexagram to see if it is good or bad. Six pure yang sides are great good luck, five yang sides are medium good luck, and four yang sides are also small good luck. When the time comes,
Make a decision again."
Li Shabai shook his head and said, "Your divination method is too hasty."
Xu Zhiqiong tossed the copper coins casually, and found six coins lined up in a row, all of the same color, with negative sides.
Not a single sunny side.
According to the rules set by Xu Zhiqiong himself, this is a bad omen.
Li Shabai blinked, looked at Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Are you serious about divination, or are you just throwing it away?"
He Fang pursed her lips and said, "Painter Li is right, he was too hasty. Brother Zhiqiong, please make another prediction!"
"It's hard to say that it's not allowed to be hasty..." Xu Zhiqiong looked confused.
The last time she used copper coins for divination, she threw them away casually. Tao Huayuan saw that the divination indicated disaster, and Fuzhou really suffered a disaster.
The results of casual divination seem to be more effective.
Xu Zhiqiong thought about it for a long time and said: "Save the art of blocking and listening for now, we will talk about it in a few days."
At nightfall, Xu Zhiqiong left Li Qi Tea House and walked alone on the street, always feeling uneasy.
Judging from the hexagrams, Doudozhongzai should not be dead yet, but do my hexagrams really work?
Both Taibu and Li Shabai have seen it, but the fear is still gone. Am I being too cautious?
We have to find a way to verify this matter. Even if the hearing-blocking technique is not released for the time being, if the terror does not dissipate, it will eat away at the soul all the time...
There seems to be a noise over there.
It seemed like there were quite a few people watching.
The ears are not working properly and cannot hear anything.
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"Does it hurt?" A fifteen or sixteen year old boy slapped a seven or eight year old girl.
"Let me ask you, does it hurt?"
Another slap in the face.
The girl had tears in her eyes but did not dare to cry. She lowered her head and said, "It hurts."
"Speak louder, does it hurt?" The boy slapped him again.
The girl amplified her voice slightly: "It hurts!"
"You are blind, why are you stepping on my robe?" The boy slapped the girl again.
The girl couldn't help crying, and the boy shouted: "Howl, howl, and I'll slap you, and you'll count the times!"
The girl's mother lay on the ground wailing. She wanted to rush down to save her daughter, but was pushed to the ground by two servants: "Mr. Bao, please hit me. I am blind. Please don't hit my daughter. I beg you." "
"Howl, keep howling!" The young man glared at the woman and said, "Since you two are blind, what are you doing with your eyes open? If you howl again, I will slap her ten more times."
After the boy finished speaking, he slapped the girl again: "I ask you if it hurts? Can't you hear me when I ask you to count?"
The girl bit her lip, not daring to cry. The boy raised his hand and said, "You are so deaf, I will let you count."
Suddenly someone patted him behind him, and the young man turned around and said, "Who is it? You are blind too..."
Bang!
A punch flew from behind, hitting the boy's right cheek. The boy's neck tilted and he staggered back several steps.
"Who, who dares, who are you..."
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and punched him again, hitting his right cheek.
The young man's neck crooked and he fell to the ground.
Xu Zhiqiong stepped on the young man's face and asked, "Does it hurt?"
The young man shouted in confusion: "You really want to die, do you know who I am? Come on, beat me to death!"
Several servants rushed forward, and Xu Zhiqiong knocked them all down with a kick.
One of the servants drew his sword, and Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and broke his wrist.
The servant howled, Xu Zhiqiong pointed at the servant and said: "You howl, you howl, if you howl I will kick your master as many times as possible."
Xu Zhiqiong kicked the boy in the face: "Does it hurt?"
"pain."
"louder please!"
"pain!"
"I asked you to count. Are you so deaf? Can't you hear?"
Xu Zhiqiong kept controlling his strength, otherwise he could kick the young man to death with one kick.
The crime on this young man's head was less than two inches, and Xu Zhiqiong wanted to spare his life.
After being kicked ten times, the young man's face was covered with blood and he cried: "If you hit me, I will sue my father. You just wait for the Ministry of Punishment to deal with you."
Xu Zhiqiong said in surprise: "Your father is from the Ministry of Justice?"
A servant shouted: "Are you afraid? It's too late! This is Bao Jingzhong, the son of Bao Shilang."
"It turns out he's Bao Shilang's son!" Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and kicked him again, "Just because of Bao Shilang's affection, I have to give you ten more kicks. Does it hurt? Count! Louder! Ask someone to kick you. Daddy, find it for me!"