At the end of an alley somewhere, Jingtian looked at the strange young man standing in front of him with a look of fear. He wanted to shout loudly, but found that he could not make a sound at all. He wanted to follow the low brick wall
Climb away, only to find that the wall gets higher and higher as you climb.
Of course, there was another thing that frightened him even more. He clearly remembered that he was running towards Yong'an, but when he crossed the threshold, he came to this alley where he and Mao Mao Biping often pee.
Seeing the white-clothed figure approaching, Jingtian felt as if his beating heart was about to pop out of his throat. His little face turned pale with fright, and he sat down on the ground.
Jingtian cried miserably, and his pale face was filled with tears. If he could turn back time, he would definitely choose to work hard in Yong'an, or in other words, he would never call himself a master in front of this white-clothed ghost who is not afraid of the sun.
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At a certain moment, he backed into the corner of a dark alley, his tall figure in white blocking the last ray of light from the setting sun.
The trembling Jingtian wiped the tears from his eyes, but the tears still kept coming out. He suppressed the fear of death and looked at the pale and handsome face in the shadow.
"Brother Ghost, I actually believe in chance."
"It's a pity that I don't want to give you a chance now. Go to hell, little brat."
Hearing the words of the white-clothed ghost, Jingtian rolled his eyes and exposed the whites of his eyes, twitched his body and fainted as expected.
On the side, Ye Chao looked at Sedum who was lying on the ground, clapped his hands, and said to himself: "No one has ever dared to call himself a master in front of me. If I don't teach you a lesson, you are really lawless."
After saying that, he held Sedum's dirty little hand.
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Sedum had three very long dreams. In the first dream, he dreamed that he had grown up and was fighting a red-haired weirdo with two horns. In the second dream, he seemed to have grown up.
He became the crown prince of the Jiang Kingdom, which had been extinct for more than a thousand years, and had a very cute sister. He vaguely remembered that he wanted to forge a magic sword, but he didn't know why.
The third dream was very clear. The fierce ghost I met in the evening gave me a torn book called "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao", saying that this was a miraculous skill that could make me a great hero. Afterwards, he looked at me sinisterly.
He laughed for a long time, and that smile was terrifying.
In a room next to the woodshed in Yong'an, Maomao put his head on the table and squinted at Sedum lying on the table. A faint snore came from the tip of his nose.
Suddenly, a startled roar came.
"Ghost! Ghost!"
Maomao suddenly woke up, stood up and looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out that the boss who was unconscious for some reason had woken up.
"Boss, are you okay?" Maomao walked to the bed and asked with a worried look on his face.
Jingtian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I met a ghost. Do you think something's wrong with me?"
Maomao looked around and confirmed that there were no ghosts in the room except himself and the boss. He shook his chubby face and said, "But boss, there are no ghosts in the room."
"Nonsense, if there was a ghost, you and I would have died long ago. The ghost I am talking about is the person who is all white during the day. That person is a ghost!"
Maomao thought for a long time, then shook his head and said: "Boss, he is a good man."
Jingtian got out of bed and kicked Maomao angrily, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, drank a few sips of water and said, "Didn't you hear Uncle Ding say that ghosts and people who have practiced for thousands of years are the same, and you don't even know that?
Boss, I was taken to the West Alley by him, and I was almost eaten by him."
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, looked at Maomao and asked: "How did I come back?"
Maomao said: "Boss, you have forgotten that you fainted when you returned to Yong'an. It was the big brother in white who saved you at that time, otherwise your front teeth would have hit the threshold."
Jingtian looked at Maomao's serious look and knew that he would never lie to him. Could it be that that time in Xixiang was also a dream?
But at this moment, Maomao picked up an ancient book placed beside his pillow and asked curiously: "Boss, what is this?"
Jingtian looked up and saw the exact same ancient book that appeared in his dream. He ran beside Maomao and stretched out his hand to twist the fat around Maomao's waist. After hearing the familiar cry of pain, he snatched the ancient book away.
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"It turns out that what is most needed to cast the magic sword is not the royal daughter of the Jiang Kingdom to sacrifice the sword, but the gathering of powerful Yin spirits to suppress the evil spirit in the world. This is similar to the method of forging swords in Shushan.
The two aspects are the same, except that the latter uses true energy to channel the sword, while the former uses secret methods to directly transform the Yin spirit into the sword spirit." In the upper room of an inn in Yuzhou City, Ye was lying on the bed.
Chao Zi said.
He came to Yuzhou City to find Jingtian not to have some relationship with the protagonist, but to need the sword-making method of the magic sword, so in the west alley of Yuzhou City he awakened the memory of Jingtian's previous life, and also saw the dragon
Yang’s memory about the casting method of the magic sword.
Picking up the wine gourd on the table and pouring the last sip of Drunk Spring Breeze into his mouth, Ye Chao looked at the street where the number of people was gradually decreasing under the wooden window.
"According to the sword-making method that I just deduced, a powerful Yin spirit is needed. However, I just have to go to Fengdu City to solve the problem. It shouldn't be difficult to find the Yin spirit."
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Fengdu City is a scandalous place in Shu, because there are many rumors about ghosts and strange things circulating in the city. There are also more rumors that there is a Jiuyou under Fengdu City, and the souls of people will be destroyed after death.
The black and white impermanence enters the ghost world from here.
An ancient book in the Shushan Library records that because Fengdu City is connected to the ghost world, evil spirits often come out from the ghost world to disturb the human world. I don’t know which dynasty the monarch came from in order to quell the evil spirits in the ghost world.
Ling, he built a city here with a lot of construction work.
The wide gate of Fengdu City is open, and a large blood-red flag with flames is flying high on the city wall. However, there are no soldiers to defend it. Of course, generally no one will come to Fengdu City with nothing to do. Naturally,
There is no need for soldiers to defend the city.
Ye Chao looked at the three characters "Fengdu City" carved on the city gate for a while, then touched the hilt of the sword on his waist and walked into the city.
There were many black wooden coffins on the wide street. There was no bustle of people like when entering Yuzhou City. Occasionally, when one or two people were seen, those people were in a hurry.
When people come to a strange city, they naturally need to find a place to eat and stay. If that person likes drinking but happens to be drunk, they also need to find a place where they can drink.
But the problem is that all the inns and restaurants on the street have closed signs. If you want to find a place that is open, you need to ask someone for directions, but there is no one on the street, and even if there is someone, they will definitely not speak.
Ye Chao touched the empty wine gourd in his hand and sat on the stone steps in front of a certain wine shop with confused eyes, dazed.