Gengzhao remembered that night, the Qin Demon once said this.
What you are given is your stuff.The old man's hoarse voice seemed to echo in his ears again:
My agreement with the kid of the Han family has nothing to do with you.Whether you are happy to love or not.
(Is what I gave me...is it my stuff?)
Heng Shuying was speechless when she saw him, she couldn't help but smile, and did not be aggressive. She continued to flex her pen at her desk. Occasionally, she reached out to flip through the file. A few strands of hair on her temples were soft and drooping. Her tender white cheeks showed a faint pink orange color. Her skin was warm and made her skin look like cream. It almost made people want to pinch it lightly, then put her fingertips close to her nose and savor it carefully.
Her thoughts were unpredictable, and she became more and more stunned. She couldn't tell whether she was talking and joking casually or seeing through her hands and feet.After a stalemate for a while, Heng Shuying still spoke first: I guess, when Senior Wei Wuyin handed you the knife, he also made you swear to the swear. You should not tell others about the secrets easily, right?
She covered up a volume of accounts, spread out another book, hurriedly browsing two lines, couldn't help but frown and murmured in a low voice: Who wrote the footnote?A word for dog crawling!Put the pen on the inkstone, read it carefully, and gently tap the table with your jade fingers: Grind some red ink.Will you finish it?
Geng Zhao had seen Zhong Yang and others serving the pen and ink in front of the hall, so he quickly set up a new inkstone, took out the golden dragon cinnabar ink presented in the brocade box, and grind it carefully. He also took a small tube of purple wolf hard hair from the pen holder, moistened it while washing the pen, and placed it next to the inkstone for later use.
Hengshuying uses the best cinnabar tribute ink, and the price of every half tael of silver is ten taels, and the value of the ink strip is twenty times that of the equivalent silver.The documents she approves every day are filled with her tables, and she can use one in less than ten days. Sometimes she encounters major events in the city such as festivals, competitions, and convening alliances, which is even more expensive.
She picked up the pen and dipped it in red, and started writing quickly on the book paper. The wide robe with thin and half-sleeved sleeves slid down her elbows, revealing her snow-white wrists like a crane neck. Although her handwriting was graceful and soft, she looked a little angry when she bit her lips and lowered her head to shake her wrist.It seems that the owner of this book is careless in his actions, which really violates the Second General Manager's rebellion. Zhu Bi's criticism must have nothing good to say, and maybe he will call him to scold and punish him tomorrow.
This was the first time Geng Zhao saw the second general manager like this at such a time and a place. She suddenly felt that she was so cute that she was so arrogant. She was not as obedient as usual. Instead, she was like a sister next door who was staying in the boudoir and muttering about daily trivial matters.When I was young, I always looked forward to the scene where she brought cakes and candies to Changshengyuan and ate and talked to him, as if it was back in front of me.
He thought to himself: I am a subordinate of her. She wants to beat and scold her. It's just a word. Why ask me if it's right?As the thought came to mind, a long-lost sense of intimacy arose.Hesitated for a moment and said carefully:
Before his death, Senior Qin Demon handed over the Red Eye Knife to me.
I'll just say it!Heng Shuying raised her eyes and glanced up like a angrily, burst out laughing, then lowered her head to continue working, as if this matter was irrelevant, and she could only write and chat.Yes, Wei Wuyin, the zither demon, was an important figure in destroying the demon sword thirty years ago.If he said that the Demon Sword was reborn, he was afraid that this matter would be true.
As soon as the most difficult part was spoken out, Geng Zhao was under a slight pressure. Seeing that Heng Shuying did not actively ask, he felt more at ease and nodded: The knife is real, and the knife holder is also the killer.I've seen it with my own eyes, and it's true.He then said what Wei Wuyin once said about the characteristics, nature, possession conditions and response of the demon sword.
He was born cautious and always avoided the Dafa of taking over the body and the poisoning and losing chastity in the section on Ran Hongxia, without showing any verbal words. He knew everything about Wei Wuyin's oral words.
As he spoke, Heng Shuying stopped writing and turned her head, biting her plump lip beads and listening quietly, never saying a word.
After Geng Zhao finished speaking, she was silent for a moment before sighing and staring into his eyes: You Ah, you have caused a big trouble.But there was no reproach in his eyes, his eyes were full of light, and there was still a bit of love in his helplessness, like a sister looking at the troubled young brother, who was both angry and funny.
Geng Zhao's heart was moved, and he felt a little closer, and he whispered: The villain knew his mistake.
Heng Shuying couldn't help but smile.
Where did you know that you were wrong?I'm still thinking about calculating me!Have you wronged?
Geng Zhao was stunned and dared not touch her.
Before Wei Wuyin died, he would entrust such important information to you. I hope that all the martial arts fellow practitioners in the East China Sea can be vigilant and not repeat the mistakes they had thirty years ago. He caught the demon sword off guard.
Heng Shuying squinted her eyes and stretched, like a cat, her snow-white and plump breasts kept shaking lightly, trembling with a tempting wave of breasts.
Her fingers were tangled, her soft and white hands were holding her cheeks, and her malicious smile was still like a cat. Her sharp eyes grabbed Geng Zhao: You feel that your identity is low, and no one is willing to believe it when you say it, and maybe you will get into trouble.So I told you to me, hoping to spread the news through my mouth and win the trust of the other six major sects.Yes, right?
Geng Zhao was told about it and did not dare to look up. This time, even the villain knew his mistake and felt embarrassed to say it.
Heng Shuying bit her lip and sighed again.
I really want to slap you and teach you a lesson. But your concerns make a lot of sense. I have nothing wrong with it. She bit her plump lip beads lightly, pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said: Xiao Jianzhi is highly respected in the martial arts world and enjoys more than 30 years of reputation. He sent a message to all major sects in the East China Sea to warn that the Demon Sword will be reborn in the near future. Everyone thinks he is old and makes fun of him behind his back. Even Xiao Jianzhi is like this, let alone you and me?
Geng Zhao was thinking about this issue along the way, but he still had no firm view and hesitated rarely.
This...but what should I do?
Instead of warning, it is better to point out the source and let the six major sects discover it themselves, so that they can gain trust.It is said that the initiator of the Demon Sword disaster thirty years ago was a fox sect in the Seven Profound Realm. These demons and ghosts were originally remnants of the Shuyuan Demon Sect, and they were all involved in it. It is not surprising that there was collusion.Heng Shuying pondered:
After the Demon Sword Disaster subsided, the six major sects of the East China Sea united to wipe out the Fox Sect in one breath as a punishment.In the past fifteen years, there has been few news of Fox Yimen moving in the East.Did Senior Wei Wuyin say that about the rebirth of the demon sword this time, who might have done it?
Geng Zhao shook his head.
This is a problem.Heng Shuying bit her lips and frowned her eyebrows, and knocked on the table lightly, as if she was trapped in a long exam.
Only now is to bite the bullet and pass on the last words of the piano demon to the East China Sea.Judging from the situation of the Broken Heart Lake and the Lingguan Hall, regardless of the buried sword tomb of the Emperor, there are people who witnessed the demon sword. Xu Ziyi and Lu Biejia are the leaders of the sect, and they should be able to distinguish the authenticity and respond.
Bai Riliu Cinema has Geng Zhao and the demon sword red eyes, so she will not be out of the matter.In this way, among the seven major sects of the East China Sea, only Qingfengzhao and Chi Liantang have not yet been heard from.Whether it is Xiao Jianzhi who takes action personally or Xu Ziyi and Crane wear clothes to clear the situation, it is easier to convince the two families than to convince the Six factions.
I will hand over the Red Eye Knife to a more suitable person, such as Xiao Lao Taicheng.If the He Zhenren from the Haitian Gate or the Lord Han from the Jianqi Palace is interested, it doesn’t matter if he gives it to them.She saw Geng Zhao's doubts, but just smiled faintly:
Do you know that thirty years ago, among the three major castings in the East China Sea, there was no one called Bairiliu Cinema?
Geng Zhao shook her head in shock.
About thirty years ago, far before the Demon Sword Rebellion, the most famous sect of the East China Sea was called Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion, which is known as a history of more than 500 years. It has served as a metallurgical officer in the East China Sea for all dynasties and manages the iron mining and metallurgy affairs of the East China for the dynasty of the Yangtu.Even though the country is easy to change and changes from generation to generation, the person who holds the East China Sea to cast the cow ears has always been the disciples of Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion for the past five hundred years.
The same is true for the Burying Emperor Sword Tomb on Baicheng Mountain.
No matter how the Central Tu regime changes, the tomb of the Emperor's Sword is always the altar where the emperor buried his sword and begs for military luck.Over time, a symbol of land spirit was formed, and even transformed into a martial arts sect.
Just like the Emperor's Sword Tomb.Geng Zhao whispered.
Heng Shuying smiled with satisfaction and continued: Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion has a long history and has even witnessed the first demon sword war. They can use the extremely precious strange thing Tianying to create an unparalleled magic weapon. Even Qingfengzhao and Chiliantang cannot stand it.The Fireworks faction, which has such a huge force and such excellent weapons, was completely removed from the martial arts world thirty years ago.
Is it caused by the demon sword?
Um.She said in a silence:
The burned ruins, broken weapons, and even corpses... were left behind.
The gentle voice was a little confused, as if he was talking about irrelevant myths and legends, but Geng Zhao heard it and felt a chill of his back, and a thorny coldness rushed straight from the soles of his feet and his forehead.
I have worked hard for ten years, and Liu Cinema has today.Heng Shuying squinted her beautiful eyes like a cat, bit her lip, and said softly: I will never let this city be involved in the storm and repeat the mistakes of Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion back then.The demon sword must not be kept red eyes, and must be handed over immediately; you cannot stand on the alliance of the seven major sects in the East China Sea and admit that Wei Wuyin has told you all the relevant secrets.
She bit her tender red cherry lips and showed a look of unwillingness to reveal her feelings, as if the matter was agreed upon and could not be argued.Although she was not satisfied with the result, she could barely accept it because it was in line with the little interests in her chest.
Geng Zhao didn't expect her final conclusion to be that you wouldn't be allowed to say it. She was dumbfounded for a while and said:
Then...the demon...the demon sword should do?
fool.
Heng Shuying held his pen and lowered his head, continuing to deal with the mountain of business, implying that the conversation had come to an end.For the Heng Er General Manager, who has made complete plans, this matter has been settled and there is no other better solution.
If you can't say it, just let others say it.
Let...who said to go?
Who else can be there?
She took advantage of the ink dipping her head and smiled sweetly, with a hint of naughty joke in her smile.
Of course it is your dyed red clouds and dyed girl!Who else can be there?
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The wooden buckles in the distance suddenly rang out, mixed with the fine cold wind in the mountains, echoing the empty distantness and loneliness in the silent night.
Before I knew it, it was already ugly.
After ordering Gengzhao to leave and rest, she handled the business for a while. When she came to her senses, her back felt aching and she felt sore and she felt so uncomfortable.
The horizontal and sparse shadows relaxed their arms, and couldn't help but say a light whisper, and the small waist that was both plump and fleshy and tight and elastic twisted into a seductive curve like a bow-like bow-like curve. This is definitely not the elasticity and softness that a young woman who holds her boudoir and never leaves the house and is about to miss her youthful tail.
It can be imagined that when she bent her long legs and twisted her waist in bed, her mature and beautiful body was enough to be twisted into various unimaginable amazing angles, twisting, and holding the hard and hot male penis in her tender vagina, wrapped in warm water, bringing an incredible scrubbing pleasure to men...
As for a woman who doesn’t know any martial arts skills, she is very proud of her body.
Looking at the martial arts world, not every woman who practices martial arts can be as beautiful as dyed red clouds. She also has excellent martial arts skills and soft curves. She loses the unique slimness of a woman during the arduous exercise process, and is forced to compete with the man for his strong muscles, thick shoulders and neck, and bulging waist and legs.She often imagined them looking at themselves in the mirror, and she sighed in her heart.
Thinking of Ran Hongxia and Geng Zhao's face just now, Heng Shuying couldn't help but chuckled with a big red persimmon face.
Even the blind man could see that the relationship between the two was not simple.I'm afraid that even Hu Yanzhi, who seems to be rich, could not hide the ambiguous feeling.
With Ran Hongxia's martial arts attainments, since her legs are not injured, she has a subtle sense of delay when walking, which is clearly a sign that the melon will be broken soon... Did Geng Zhao steal her red pill?The disciples of Shuiyue have always attached great importance to the chastity of their disciples. With the huge difference in their identities, how can they be?
absurd.Heng Shuying tapped the table, pursed a bitter smile, and shook her head as if she was self-deprecating.
--We are obviously bad people!I actually think it is very confusing?
absurd.She whispered softly and walked into the inner room with the candlestick.
This is her daily changing place, with no windows on all sides, and there is a jade screen outside the only entrance; after putting the curtains, there is no danger of being peeped at.In the inner room, apart from the embroidered mirror table and the screen wardrobe, there is only one comfortable ebony gum.
Heng Shuying picked up the single clothes, bellybands, etc. draped them on the bed frame, and pulled them a few times under the dressing table. With a low sound, she opened a small mezzanine chest of cabinets, took out a small ebony box and opened it.On the blue and purple satin in the box, there is a wonderful mask like a facial makeup.
The mask is carved from wood and polished extremely smoothly. The beautiful wood grain seems to be covered with a layer of foggy and refined beeswax, which reveals a clear and detailed texture from the moisturizing. It is completely different from the shiny and oily feeling of lacquer. It is deeper and more delicate, as if the vitality contained in the wood has been suddenly condensed and has been maintained at the moment of living.
The wood made of masks is not easy to identify. Heng Shuying has been used to luxury life and has even seen many precious woods that are priceless, but there is no such thin and tough texture.The mask is only about a little thick, but it is not like a piece of paper or cloth of the same size or thickness. Although it is not as heavy as it is, it feels like it is slightly sunk in an instant-
That's the feeling of feeling at ease when worn on the face, as if it's protected by something.
The mask carved into a delicate woman's face, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a slightly pouted little mouth has a wild beauty.Compared with the exquisite face carving, the temples on the forehead are drastically and are extremely heroically chiseled, and are chopped into a wild lion's mane; the rough and wild mane, like a tree root, stretches into the corners of the cheeks and eyes, forming strange spots like tiger patterns.
--If the legendary mountain ghost transforms into an entity, would it be like this?
When Heng Shuying saw this mask for the first time, she couldn't help but tremble all over, almost thinking that it was a ghost made from a living person, like wax corpse skin.But now I don’t feel scary anymore. This is how people are. Over time, I will get used to everything.
There is a small diamond-shaped protrusion embedded between the mask's forehead, which looks like jade. It is carved into a raised eye, but there are two overlapping pupils in the eyes. The parts of the suspected whites of the eyes are filled with abstract bronze marking patterns, which looks indescribable.
This is double pupils.The person who gave her a mask once said: According to legend, the eyes have double pupils, which is a sign of becoming an immortal.Only by wearing this mask can you become a member of us.
Are we... also considered immortals?
She remembered that she hugged her shoulders with her hands, trembling, and struggling to resist the extremely biting wet and cold water in the underground cave.That was the second time in her life, she hated herself for not understanding martial arts.
And the man just looked at her coldly, and two cold lights shot out from his eye hole, as if her seductive body shrank under her thin wet clothes was nothing, and it was not more precious and delicious than the salt-pickled corpse beside the road.For the first time in her life - perhaps the only time - she felt that her most proud body was useless in the eyes of men, and the last fortress in her heart that she could rely on finally collapsed.
After resurrection from the dead, there are only two ways to go; either an immortal or a ghost.
The man said, slowly covering her face, and wiped her tears through the holes in his eyes.
The rough and tingling scrub feel has the frost-like touch and smell, and a hint of weathered decay...
--Then, are we immortals... or evil spirits?
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Heng Shuying suddenly came to her senses, bit her lip, carefully picked up the mask and put it aside.
The man has not summoned tonight, and it is not time to wear this mask.But that moment is coming soon.
On the blue and purple silk mat under the mask, four copper tubes that are slightly thinner and shorter than the woman's tail finger are neatly pressed. The carved patterns on the tube are exactly the same as the double pupils between the mask's forehead. The exquisite protrusions and depressions are densely covered with the entire copper tube. There is a ring on the body of the tube, and there is a buckle at the connection point, which can adjust the height of the copper ring at will.
She picked up the copper tube and shook it lightly, confirming that there was a very subtle shaking sound in the tube. Then she moved the surface ridges to the correct position according to the memory.
The concave and protrusion embedded in the pipe surface are connected to the tiny springs in the pipe. Once they are not turned on according to the steps, or if the copper pipe is destroyed with brute force, the lime and water stored in the pipe will immediately mix, and the rolled straw paper rolled up in an instant will be destroyed.
Q: Q: Answer!With a crisp sound, the horizontal sparse shadow returned all the reeds on the tube surface, and a small copper needle-like shaft popped out from the tube gap, pulling out three-inch-long light green and crisp paper like a scroll.
This special sausage paper is soaked in medicine, and writing does not require pen and ink.She pulled out her hairpin, and wherever the tip of the hairpin passed, a navy blue handwriting appeared on the paper: Although the demon of the piano died, his knowledge still existed, and it was in my hand for the time being and it has not been leaked yet.If you have no master in your red eyes, you must move it out first; as soon as possible, you can decide.After taking off the double pupils from the mask, it turned out to be a seal carved from Dzi beads. On the end of the straw paper, the four seal characters "Conglin Ye Gui" were printed, and the dark red marks were painted like blood.
She rolled the copper needle back into the tube and pressed it. The surface of the copper tube was spinning like a machine spring, and the uneven and strange patterns returned to their original scattered appearance.This is the evil ghosts... no, it is the way the immortals who are Gushe pass on messages.
Copper pipes are placed in the stone room of the backyard garden.
The lonely tube lies on the rugged rock surface, and the secluded corner is hidden in the shade of the night. From a distance, only a trace of metal dark light reflecting the thin stars and moon can be seen.After all, it is a shameful thing. Heng Shuying never dared to take it lightly. She stood behind the window wearing a cloak, waiting quietly.
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How do I contact you?
She questioned the man so much, and said something fiercely, as if she wanted to get back to her previous timidity.
Since it is an alliance, we can't always wait for you to come to me.If so, how should I find you?
Use the Ghost Bird.
The man gave the Ghost Bird - the name of the delicate copper tube, she guessed.
At night, place it outside the house with no light.A sharp light like a cold moon burst out from the hole in the eye above the sharp beak, and it was indescribably cold and ruthless.It was a bird-shaped mask with a hooked beak and a fine carving that was full of horror.If it weren't for the rough and abstract bird feather engravings around the mask, it would almost make people live!The terrible illusion.
Then what?
I will send an envoy to take the copper tube away.
She sneered and used contempt to hide the inexplicable terror and uneasiness inside her heart.
Your messenger will definitely not be able to wear the five thousand elite armors of the White Rise Cinema!you……
Remember, there are no living things near the copper tube.Don’t get close to cats, dogs, livestock, cattle, sheep, horses, and even your maids and servants.The more remote the location, the better.The man ignored her weakness and provocation, carried her hands on her back and walked away slowly. She had a human figure on her back, but she didn't look like a human at all.
...Because the ghost bird is about to get hungry, and can eat anything in his stomach.
Ghost sparrow?She laughed bitterly, trembling until she kept shaking, and it sounded particularly shrill in the wet and cold cave:
You said... this pipe can eat people?It's really... it's really outrageous!
Copper tubes are copper tubes, and there is no such thing as copper tubes in the world.She could no longer tell how far the man had walked and where he was going, but the lingering sound still echoed, chasing the gradually longer and fading figure, as if the tunnel carved out of the rock wall had never ended, extending to the ground of endless ignorance...
And the ghost bird is the ghost bird.The ghost bird is hungry and can eat anything.
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The loud wing sound fell from the sky.
(Come...come!)
Heng Shuying grabbed her cloak and shrank behind the wall. In an instant, an indescribable sense of horror grabbed her, and her trembling legs began to become weak.She leaned against the brick wall with no movement and slowly slid downward. Only her clear eyes were still staring firmly at the shadow of the courtyard stone, the huge black shadow falling from the sky.
It was an extremely large red-eyed crow.The dark feathers, the dark sharp beak... It never made any sound, so the horizontal and sparse shadows could not be imagined, but the sound of its flapping its wings was like a dozen big men waving their flags in the wind, and even the roaring wind coiled in the canyon of Zhucheng Mountain could not be concealed.
She remembered what the man said, never approached the place where the copper tube was placed.
But from a distance of ten feet, the crow's body was still terrifyingly large, far larger than any falcon raised by the Duoshka. Its sharp beak was like a grinded hoe, with a pair of black claws ferocious and ferocious upper limbs bulging muscles; in Heng Shuying's eyes, its claws were larger than the hind limbs of the hunting dog in the Cinema, which was the terrifying body that could easily grab a calf...
The strange crow had a circle of weird silver hair around his shoulders and neck, shining under the moonlight.Sometimes it would not pick up the copper tube immediately and leave. It would squat on an oversized stool like a giant squatting on a stool, flapping its wings and swaying its head. The horizontal shining shadow endured the horror and looked at it for a few more times. It suddenly found that the strange bird had particularly developed muscles on its beak. Just looking at the shadow of the moonlight, it seemed to have an expression, just like a human...
(This is the ghost bird! It turns out... this is the ghost bird!)
No matter how many times you have peeked, you cannot reduce the shock and fear of sightings.This... this is not something in the world; but what kind of person is the one who can control such monsters?
--If it weren't for an evil ghost, there would be only immortals.
This bone-bone sense of horror strengthened her confidence again and again, making her feel that nothing in the world cannot be done when she put on the mask of Konglin Night Ghost.
Finally... it will definitely succeed.Because, I am on the same side as the immortal.She leaned against the wall and slowly slid on the ground, her round shoulders wrapped around her hands trembled, and she whispered to herself until her hair was out of the window and she could not see anything.
(No, I only need this face of Guzhao, I... I am also an immortal!)
She bit her trembling lips and couldn't help but smile.Suddenly, a huge tornado-like whine swayed, and a shadow suddenly slid across the window, the faint moonlight suddenly appeared, and the leaves in the courtyard were rustling.But it was obviously rare outside the house, without any wind.
So is it on the stone.There is nothing.
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Geng Zhao opened her eyes.
In the dark big bunk bed, even the outline of the fingers that were approaching in front of you could not see clearly. You could only clearly feel the damp and hot energy coming out of your palm, as if you were putting your face in front of the furnace.Around them, heavy snoring sounds rose and fell, and the air was filled with a thick and humid smell of man, like a beast.
This is the most remote corner of the entire dormitory.
There are doors at both ends of the dormitory, and there are long sleepers arranged on both sides against the wall. One side extends from the front door to the back door, but the other side is short of six or seven feet of couch. It is closed before the back door, leaving a space with flat mud. Originally, I wanted to put some tables and chairs and other things. Later, I was about to live in, so I put six dilapidated benches together and barely set up a low and uneven bed.
Geng Zhao was young and slept with another disciple on the bench. He gradually got used to it over two months.
The bench bed is next to the wall, close to the ground, exuding a cold and musty smell.At night, no matter who gets up and gets out of his hands, he has to pass by. Sometimes it’s dark and accidentally touches the foot of the bench. The older disciples kick their feet and spit out phlegm and curse.When he was just transferred to the front hall, Geng Zhao often woke up in his sleep and then opened his eyes until dawn.
how?Have a nightmare again?A low murmur came from behind, a slight vibration coming through his back, as if he was murmuring.
Geng Zhao felt a little sorry, but the space on the stool was very small. Both of them were sleeping on their backs with their arms against each other, without any extra room to shake their heads and turn around, and whispered: No...no.The man said no, and stopped talking.
I don’t know who was woken up by the noise, and growled in a hoarse voice: Fuck Rijiu!Try barking at me again!A shout came with something, like shoes, socks, and coats.
Although the dormitory is large, it is still cold in February. The windows are mostly closed to block the wind. When the man yells, 30% of the people in the room wake up, and curses: Why are you quarreling?Will you give it to others to sleep?The man who started was blown by the wind, his mind was mostly clear, and he knew his reason and said stubbornly: Where is me?That guy Rijiu made trouble!What are you talking about?
Bao Chang, who was sleeping at the front door, was the oldest and highest-ranking disciple in this Gengyin room. Everyone said that there had been a long time since the inner hall, saying that he had the chance to be promoted to the walking position this year. He like He Xu, Zhong Yang and others followed the second general manager to do things. They all cursed him and followed his advice.
Bao Chang rubbed his eyes and sat up with his clothes, without lighting the lights. He shouted from afar, "Okay, shut up."Those who don’t sleep, all of them go out and count the stars, count them before coming back to sleep!Everyone was silent.
The man who had previously yelled about causing trouble was named Wen Jingtong. He was the son of a gentry in Wanghua Town, at the foot of the mountain. He had an uncle who served as an official in Pingwangdu.The family sent a poor student from Liu Cinema, but the purpose was nothing more than qualifications. I only had to stay in Zhi Jingsi for a year or two, and I had to walk in the royal palace. In the future, no matter whether I went to Beijing to take the military exam or entrusting my uncle to find a job in the army, it was very different from being a white-hearted person.
With family background, he was the only one in the bedroom who was not afraid of Bao Chang, and he was still talking and refused to give up.
Bao Chang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and shouted from the air: Geng Zhao and Rijiu, you both go out.Everyone was stunned: Do Geng Zhao's basic business?Yes, only he can speak on the same day, and the two of them were originally in the same position.
Wen Jingtong was a little surprised when he heard his quick decision and expelled the two of them at the same time. He was discouraged in one breath and said viciously: Fatty Changsun, let me hear you barking again, be careful of your dog legs!He covered his head with a quilt, deliberately breathing heavily, and frowned everywhere.
Geng Zhao is still waiting to be argued. The disciples called Rijiu and Changsun Fatty have already stood up, and their body wrapped in the quilt is even more bloated. They are wearing an old thick-soled black cloth boots, and one hand stretches out the quilt and lifts the curtain, and walks out of the back door with a snap.
Geng Zhao sighed and walked out with her clothes.
His eyes gradually got used to the night, and the stars and moon outside the room were brighter, which was brighter than the indoor room.When he saw Chang Sun Rijiu wearing a quilt, he walked to a big tree in the yard to sit down, like a fat white silkworm. He laughed without realizing that he walked to him and sat down, looking back to the stars side by side.
Still having nightmares?Rijiu took out a pot of drowning from the shadow of the tree like a magic trick, and raised his head and drank it.
Geng Zhao widened his eyes and saw him taking a few mouthfuls with relish. He handed the bottle to the tip of Geng Zhao's nose. The sweet and glutinous rice wine smelled.
Where did the wine come from?Without thinking, he took it and took it with a mouthful. He felt it was sweet and smooth, which was very smooth, but the wine taste was not very strong.Just by looking at the moonlight, the pot is as thick as soy milk, with a fine white color, which is different from the white balsamic wine common in the wine shop at the foot of the mountain.
Rijiu narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and then picked up the pot and said.
Just drink yours!What if you care about so much?After a while, I smacked my lips and smiled: The hunters on the hillside made their own brew, saying that they were steamed with glutinous rice, and mixed with a few flavors of cooked fruit to make music.Isn't the taste bad yet?Drink carefully, don’t think it doesn’t smell much, it’s very strong.
The standards for Heng Shuying's selection of the department are quite strict. In addition to family background, reading, writing, riding, shooting, martial arts, etc. are no problem. They must also be proud and upright, with a dignified appearance, which is no less than the conditions for choosing disciples in the Zhijianqi Palace.Looking at the current Zhijingsi, the only two that do not meet the standards are Geng Zhao and Changsun Rijiu.
Although Geng Zhao has a baby face, she is definitely not handsome.
He is a sturdy, taciturn, dull, and not good at socializing. Even the dark skin created by staying by the Honglu for many years is like a rude craftsman who makes black hair in the room - this is exactly the type that the powerful young men from Zhi Jingsi who come from wealthy families look down on the most.
The situation of Changsun Rijiu is even more miserable than that of Geng Zhao.
On the first day he entered Liu Cinema, when he was collecting robes, shoes and socks from the weaving department, the old clerk who was in charge of the service only glanced at it and threw two single clothes, two outer robes, two pants... From head to toe, everything was thrown in two pieces.
Since the city has Ji Jingsi, I have never used a product like you.The old crewman squinted at him and snorted: "Your master's carriage, just sew the two pieces into one by one."With one more piece of material, maybe you can stuff your dragon body in!The disciple of Zhijingsi who led him to laugh first, and countless contemptuous eyes were cast in the hall.It is said that Rijiu also giggled and put his unfit clothes in his arms without saying anything.
This joke has been circulating for a long time, and whenever a newcomer comes, it will be brought up. So in just two months, Geng Zhao has heard it on different occasions and in different people's mouths no less than ten times.
Later, how did you get the clothes?After getting familiar with Rijiu, Geng Zhao couldn't help asking once.
Spend money to buy it!Rijiu shrugged and smiled, looking indifferent.My mother brought me 150 taels to Liu Cinema, and it was all spent in less than three months. I still think it was not fast enough!When they were sure that I had no one inside or outside, they found an excuse to hang up and beat him up, and they would be safe in the future!No one has ever made any idea about me.
Changsun Rijiu has no friends in Zhi Jingsi. He was white and fat, and his pair of squinting phoenix eyes could hardly see his pupils. He seemed to be dozing off at any time. He could not pick his shoulders or lift his hands. He had to step on the stool on the back. He ran a little further and immediately became angry, as if he had lost half of his life.
Wu's is not good, Changsun is good at writing, and he can still plan his plans.Before the front hall is closed every month, Changsun will disappear for a few days, and then he will appear red again. When he asked where he went, he just smiled mysteriously and did not mention the inside story.
No one can tell the origin of this person.He claimed to be a famous prince in the south and the Changsun clan of the country in the poor mountain, but he spoke with a strong northern accent, which no one could say was nonsense.There seems to be a character Xu in his name. The old man from Zhi Jingsi deliberately played tricks on him and divided Xu into Rijiu, calling him Wan'er as a nickname; the pronunciation of Nanlingdao with the dirt accent of Nanlingdao is no different from the Dog.
Geng Zhao was quite unhesitant after understanding it, but Changsun himself didn't care at all.
If someone says you are a dog, are you really a dog?He shrugged.It is not difficult to make a living here. If you encounter anything that cannot be solved, you will say that the villain knows his mistake.Let them do whatever they like and don't be as knowledgeable as them.
It was a chilly night, and the two of them sat side by side. The pot of drowning came and went, and they finished drinking half of the pot.
sorry.After a long time, Geng Zhao whispered.
Ah?Changsun Rijiu took the pottery pot, was stunned for a moment and felt it was overwhelming, so he waved his hand.
Are you stupid?When will others ask you for trouble? When will you still choose the day when you look at the calendar?To put it bluntly, the Second General Manager sent you to a good place like Broken Heart Lake. You dare not return to the camp at night. I heard that I brought a few beautiful girls back to the city and set up a patrol officer... You kid are so vigorous, we can only chew maggots here.Not to mention Wen Jingtong, I want to find something, and I have to do it for you to be comfortable.
Geng Zhao thought about it, and smiled bitterly.
Changsun snatched the pottery and smiled with ill intentions.
Don’t think about drinking in vain, I tampered with this wine.He swayed his hand and spoke seriously, and his twisted white quilt like a fat caterpillar.The man from this mountain only needs to recite a mantra, and the monk is full of wine and immediately returns to his original form.It took me two days to get such a big pot. Don't waste it, kid.
Geng Zhao held his stomach and punched him. Although he didn't accumulate much energy in his hand, he still beat Changsun's bow into a live dumpling.The two of them bent down, gritting their teeth and not daring to make a sound. Look at me, look at you, and they are trembling all over.
Finally, Geng Zhao explained what happened in Shuiyue Tingxuan in detail, and even the incident of meeting Hu Yanzhi and the two of them working together to subdue Wanjie was not missed. In addition to the beautiful love affairs with Ran Hongxia in Hongluoyu, it can be said that it was the most detailed explanation, and the more erect version of Hengshuying is even better.Changsun Rijiu drank and listened, and unknowingly killed a whole pot. He was amazed and said for a moment: This demon sword is so terrifying. How could such a thing be found in the world?No wonder you guys have nightmares.
Changsun guessed wrongly, Geng Zhao thought.Although he slept very late, he actually had no dreams all night.
As I thought about it, my face was calm and I looked at the mountain edges that were gradually whiter in the distance.
--Nothing can be dreamed of, it is the source of his nightmare.
Geng Zhao has always been dreamy.
After coming to Liucinema, he often woke up from nightmares. When he woke up, his whole body was sore, as if the pursuits, chopping, swords and swords in his dreams... were all real, so that he still left his body with his long absence from the dream.Sometimes the ironwork trick taught by Uncle Qi is too difficult and cannot be learned for a while, but it can be understood suddenly after a moment of sleep. Some Uncle Qi has not taught it, but has only seen it vaguely in his dreams, and he can get started with it once he learns it...
He hoped that after a night, he would think of more things related to the Dafa of the Body-taking or the Demon Sword, but his mind was empty. On the contrary, the tragic sea of blood after the devil sword was raging, and the strange figure of Bihu, which was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it could not be removed, as if mocking his powerlessness.
hateful!
Geng Zhao hugged her head, bent her knees and sat down dejectedly. Suddenly, she had the impulse to tell Changsun everything, and no longer wanted to keep the secret of Dafa of taking over the body alone, and the endless and powerless feeling like the sea...
Changsun Rijiu looked at him and suddenly turned his head and turned his back toward him as usual.
You... The sticky mumbled like a little warm and humid wine. The northern boy who claimed to be the son of the Marquis of the South curled up. His comfortable sleeping position almost made people mistakenly think that under him was not a weed field of dew, but a soft mattress covered with thick animal skin....You shouldn't think you are a big shot in the current situation?Just leave that kind of thing to the people who are superior to do, and we don’t need to stand up.
I……
Even if the demon sword kills all over the world, it is not our turn to die in line.How many opportunities do you think are the demon swords going to kill rural places like Longkou Village?
Geng Zhao was shocked and suddenly there was nothing to say.
A sword can kill people, but tofu is not. Do you say that tofu is useless than a sword?Changsun Rijiu muttered to him with his back, feeling so comfortable that he rolled into a ball.Useless use is also a purpose.If you mix vegetables and cook a pot of clear soup, swords are not as good as tofu - demon swords, etc., you have those big guys to take care of. You kid just take care of your father and sister, don’t worry about anything else.
--What you said about useless use also includes the Dafa of taking over the body?
(How can you say that the senior Qin Demon entrusted his life and entrusted it to say that you don’t care? All this... is not as easy as you say. If you know the truth, then...)
Geng Zhao was about to speak, but was interrupted by Changsun Rijiu's sleepy words.
No, don't say anything.He muttered, his voice gradually subsided: I don’t need to lie when the Second General Manager asks about it tomorrow.I was very happy to be tofu and didn't want to have any prospects at all. You kid are the same, Geng Zhao... Think about your father and sister.
--Dad...and sister.
--I told the second manager, what else did she ask?
--Even if you have to ask, how could you ask?
Geng Zhao was full of doubts, but thunderous snoring sounds were heard beside her.The biggest difference between Changsun Rijiu and Gengzhao is that Changsun can always sleep soundly and heavily no matter where he or she is. Even if dawn is approaching, even if he only sleeps for a while, Changsun Rijiu will never let go.
What you are given is your stuff.The old man's hoarse voice seemed to echo in his ears again:
My agreement with the kid of the Han family has nothing to do with you.Whether you are happy to love or not.
(Is what I gave me...is it my stuff?)
Heng Shuying was speechless when she saw him, she couldn't help but smile, and did not be aggressive. She continued to flex her pen at her desk. Occasionally, she reached out to flip through the file. A few strands of hair on her temples were soft and drooping. Her tender white cheeks showed a faint pink orange color. Her skin was warm and made her skin look like cream. It almost made people want to pinch it lightly, then put her fingertips close to her nose and savor it carefully.
Her thoughts were unpredictable, and she became more and more stunned. She couldn't tell whether she was talking and joking casually or seeing through her hands and feet.After a stalemate for a while, Heng Shuying still spoke first: I guess, when Senior Wei Wuyin handed you the knife, he also made you swear to the swear. You should not tell others about the secrets easily, right?
She covered up a volume of accounts, spread out another book, hurriedly browsing two lines, couldn't help but frown and murmured in a low voice: Who wrote the footnote?A word for dog crawling!Put the pen on the inkstone, read it carefully, and gently tap the table with your jade fingers: Grind some red ink.Will you finish it?
Geng Zhao had seen Zhong Yang and others serving the pen and ink in front of the hall, so he quickly set up a new inkstone, took out the golden dragon cinnabar ink presented in the brocade box, and grind it carefully. He also took a small tube of purple wolf hard hair from the pen holder, moistened it while washing the pen, and placed it next to the inkstone for later use.
Hengshuying uses the best cinnabar tribute ink, and the price of every half tael of silver is ten taels, and the value of the ink strip is twenty times that of the equivalent silver.The documents she approves every day are filled with her tables, and she can use one in less than ten days. Sometimes she encounters major events in the city such as festivals, competitions, and convening alliances, which is even more expensive.
She picked up the pen and dipped it in red, and started writing quickly on the book paper. The wide robe with thin and half-sleeved sleeves slid down her elbows, revealing her snow-white wrists like a crane neck. Although her handwriting was graceful and soft, she looked a little angry when she bit her lips and lowered her head to shake her wrist.It seems that the owner of this book is careless in his actions, which really violates the Second General Manager's rebellion. Zhu Bi's criticism must have nothing good to say, and maybe he will call him to scold and punish him tomorrow.
This was the first time Geng Zhao saw the second general manager like this at such a time and a place. She suddenly felt that she was so cute that she was so arrogant. She was not as obedient as usual. Instead, she was like a sister next door who was staying in the boudoir and muttering about daily trivial matters.When I was young, I always looked forward to the scene where she brought cakes and candies to Changshengyuan and ate and talked to him, as if it was back in front of me.
He thought to himself: I am a subordinate of her. She wants to beat and scold her. It's just a word. Why ask me if it's right?As the thought came to mind, a long-lost sense of intimacy arose.Hesitated for a moment and said carefully:
Before his death, Senior Qin Demon handed over the Red Eye Knife to me.
I'll just say it!Heng Shuying raised her eyes and glanced up like a angrily, burst out laughing, then lowered her head to continue working, as if this matter was irrelevant, and she could only write and chat.Yes, Wei Wuyin, the zither demon, was an important figure in destroying the demon sword thirty years ago.If he said that the Demon Sword was reborn, he was afraid that this matter would be true.
As soon as the most difficult part was spoken out, Geng Zhao was under a slight pressure. Seeing that Heng Shuying did not actively ask, he felt more at ease and nodded: The knife is real, and the knife holder is also the killer.I've seen it with my own eyes, and it's true.He then said what Wei Wuyin once said about the characteristics, nature, possession conditions and response of the demon sword.
He was born cautious and always avoided the Dafa of taking over the body and the poisoning and losing chastity in the section on Ran Hongxia, without showing any verbal words. He knew everything about Wei Wuyin's oral words.
As he spoke, Heng Shuying stopped writing and turned her head, biting her plump lip beads and listening quietly, never saying a word.
After Geng Zhao finished speaking, she was silent for a moment before sighing and staring into his eyes: You Ah, you have caused a big trouble.But there was no reproach in his eyes, his eyes were full of light, and there was still a bit of love in his helplessness, like a sister looking at the troubled young brother, who was both angry and funny.
Geng Zhao's heart was moved, and he felt a little closer, and he whispered: The villain knew his mistake.
Heng Shuying couldn't help but smile.
Where did you know that you were wrong?I'm still thinking about calculating me!Have you wronged?
Geng Zhao was stunned and dared not touch her.
Before Wei Wuyin died, he would entrust such important information to you. I hope that all the martial arts fellow practitioners in the East China Sea can be vigilant and not repeat the mistakes they had thirty years ago. He caught the demon sword off guard.
Heng Shuying squinted her eyes and stretched, like a cat, her snow-white and plump breasts kept shaking lightly, trembling with a tempting wave of breasts.
Her fingers were tangled, her soft and white hands were holding her cheeks, and her malicious smile was still like a cat. Her sharp eyes grabbed Geng Zhao: You feel that your identity is low, and no one is willing to believe it when you say it, and maybe you will get into trouble.So I told you to me, hoping to spread the news through my mouth and win the trust of the other six major sects.Yes, right?
Geng Zhao was told about it and did not dare to look up. This time, even the villain knew his mistake and felt embarrassed to say it.
Heng Shuying bit her lip and sighed again.
I really want to slap you and teach you a lesson. But your concerns make a lot of sense. I have nothing wrong with it. She bit her plump lip beads lightly, pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said: Xiao Jianzhi is highly respected in the martial arts world and enjoys more than 30 years of reputation. He sent a message to all major sects in the East China Sea to warn that the Demon Sword will be reborn in the near future. Everyone thinks he is old and makes fun of him behind his back. Even Xiao Jianzhi is like this, let alone you and me?
Geng Zhao was thinking about this issue along the way, but he still had no firm view and hesitated rarely.
This...but what should I do?
Instead of warning, it is better to point out the source and let the six major sects discover it themselves, so that they can gain trust.It is said that the initiator of the Demon Sword disaster thirty years ago was a fox sect in the Seven Profound Realm. These demons and ghosts were originally remnants of the Shuyuan Demon Sect, and they were all involved in it. It is not surprising that there was collusion.Heng Shuying pondered:
After the Demon Sword Disaster subsided, the six major sects of the East China Sea united to wipe out the Fox Sect in one breath as a punishment.In the past fifteen years, there has been few news of Fox Yimen moving in the East.Did Senior Wei Wuyin say that about the rebirth of the demon sword this time, who might have done it?
Geng Zhao shook his head.
This is a problem.Heng Shuying bit her lips and frowned her eyebrows, and knocked on the table lightly, as if she was trapped in a long exam.
Only now is to bite the bullet and pass on the last words of the piano demon to the East China Sea.Judging from the situation of the Broken Heart Lake and the Lingguan Hall, regardless of the buried sword tomb of the Emperor, there are people who witnessed the demon sword. Xu Ziyi and Lu Biejia are the leaders of the sect, and they should be able to distinguish the authenticity and respond.
Bai Riliu Cinema has Geng Zhao and the demon sword red eyes, so she will not be out of the matter.In this way, among the seven major sects of the East China Sea, only Qingfengzhao and Chi Liantang have not yet been heard from.Whether it is Xiao Jianzhi who takes action personally or Xu Ziyi and Crane wear clothes to clear the situation, it is easier to convince the two families than to convince the Six factions.
I will hand over the Red Eye Knife to a more suitable person, such as Xiao Lao Taicheng.If the He Zhenren from the Haitian Gate or the Lord Han from the Jianqi Palace is interested, it doesn’t matter if he gives it to them.She saw Geng Zhao's doubts, but just smiled faintly:
Do you know that thirty years ago, among the three major castings in the East China Sea, there was no one called Bairiliu Cinema?
Geng Zhao shook her head in shock.
About thirty years ago, far before the Demon Sword Rebellion, the most famous sect of the East China Sea was called Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion, which is known as a history of more than 500 years. It has served as a metallurgical officer in the East China Sea for all dynasties and manages the iron mining and metallurgy affairs of the East China for the dynasty of the Yangtu.Even though the country is easy to change and changes from generation to generation, the person who holds the East China Sea to cast the cow ears has always been the disciples of Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion for the past five hundred years.
The same is true for the Burying Emperor Sword Tomb on Baicheng Mountain.
No matter how the Central Tu regime changes, the tomb of the Emperor's Sword is always the altar where the emperor buried his sword and begs for military luck.Over time, a symbol of land spirit was formed, and even transformed into a martial arts sect.
Just like the Emperor's Sword Tomb.Geng Zhao whispered.
Heng Shuying smiled with satisfaction and continued: Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion has a long history and has even witnessed the first demon sword war. They can use the extremely precious strange thing Tianying to create an unparalleled magic weapon. Even Qingfengzhao and Chiliantang cannot stand it.The Fireworks faction, which has such a huge force and such excellent weapons, was completely removed from the martial arts world thirty years ago.
Is it caused by the demon sword?
Um.She said in a silence:
The burned ruins, broken weapons, and even corpses... were left behind.
The gentle voice was a little confused, as if he was talking about irrelevant myths and legends, but Geng Zhao heard it and felt a chill of his back, and a thorny coldness rushed straight from the soles of his feet and his forehead.
I have worked hard for ten years, and Liu Cinema has today.Heng Shuying squinted her beautiful eyes like a cat, bit her lip, and said softly: I will never let this city be involved in the storm and repeat the mistakes of Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion back then.The demon sword must not be kept red eyes, and must be handed over immediately; you cannot stand on the alliance of the seven major sects in the East China Sea and admit that Wei Wuyin has told you all the relevant secrets.
She bit her tender red cherry lips and showed a look of unwillingness to reveal her feelings, as if the matter was agreed upon and could not be argued.Although she was not satisfied with the result, she could barely accept it because it was in line with the little interests in her chest.
Geng Zhao didn't expect her final conclusion to be that you wouldn't be allowed to say it. She was dumbfounded for a while and said:
Then...the demon...the demon sword should do?
fool.
Heng Shuying held his pen and lowered his head, continuing to deal with the mountain of business, implying that the conversation had come to an end.For the Heng Er General Manager, who has made complete plans, this matter has been settled and there is no other better solution.
If you can't say it, just let others say it.
Let...who said to go?
Who else can be there?
She took advantage of the ink dipping her head and smiled sweetly, with a hint of naughty joke in her smile.
Of course it is your dyed red clouds and dyed girl!Who else can be there?
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The wooden buckles in the distance suddenly rang out, mixed with the fine cold wind in the mountains, echoing the empty distantness and loneliness in the silent night.
Before I knew it, it was already ugly.
After ordering Gengzhao to leave and rest, she handled the business for a while. When she came to her senses, her back felt aching and she felt sore and she felt so uncomfortable.
The horizontal and sparse shadows relaxed their arms, and couldn't help but say a light whisper, and the small waist that was both plump and fleshy and tight and elastic twisted into a seductive curve like a bow-like bow-like curve. This is definitely not the elasticity and softness that a young woman who holds her boudoir and never leaves the house and is about to miss her youthful tail.
It can be imagined that when she bent her long legs and twisted her waist in bed, her mature and beautiful body was enough to be twisted into various unimaginable amazing angles, twisting, and holding the hard and hot male penis in her tender vagina, wrapped in warm water, bringing an incredible scrubbing pleasure to men...
As for a woman who doesn’t know any martial arts skills, she is very proud of her body.
Looking at the martial arts world, not every woman who practices martial arts can be as beautiful as dyed red clouds. She also has excellent martial arts skills and soft curves. She loses the unique slimness of a woman during the arduous exercise process, and is forced to compete with the man for his strong muscles, thick shoulders and neck, and bulging waist and legs.She often imagined them looking at themselves in the mirror, and she sighed in her heart.
Thinking of Ran Hongxia and Geng Zhao's face just now, Heng Shuying couldn't help but chuckled with a big red persimmon face.
Even the blind man could see that the relationship between the two was not simple.I'm afraid that even Hu Yanzhi, who seems to be rich, could not hide the ambiguous feeling.
With Ran Hongxia's martial arts attainments, since her legs are not injured, she has a subtle sense of delay when walking, which is clearly a sign that the melon will be broken soon... Did Geng Zhao steal her red pill?The disciples of Shuiyue have always attached great importance to the chastity of their disciples. With the huge difference in their identities, how can they be?
absurd.Heng Shuying tapped the table, pursed a bitter smile, and shook her head as if she was self-deprecating.
--We are obviously bad people!I actually think it is very confusing?
absurd.She whispered softly and walked into the inner room with the candlestick.
This is her daily changing place, with no windows on all sides, and there is a jade screen outside the only entrance; after putting the curtains, there is no danger of being peeped at.In the inner room, apart from the embroidered mirror table and the screen wardrobe, there is only one comfortable ebony gum.
Heng Shuying picked up the single clothes, bellybands, etc. draped them on the bed frame, and pulled them a few times under the dressing table. With a low sound, she opened a small mezzanine chest of cabinets, took out a small ebony box and opened it.On the blue and purple satin in the box, there is a wonderful mask like a facial makeup.
The mask is carved from wood and polished extremely smoothly. The beautiful wood grain seems to be covered with a layer of foggy and refined beeswax, which reveals a clear and detailed texture from the moisturizing. It is completely different from the shiny and oily feeling of lacquer. It is deeper and more delicate, as if the vitality contained in the wood has been suddenly condensed and has been maintained at the moment of living.
The wood made of masks is not easy to identify. Heng Shuying has been used to luxury life and has even seen many precious woods that are priceless, but there is no such thin and tough texture.The mask is only about a little thick, but it is not like a piece of paper or cloth of the same size or thickness. Although it is not as heavy as it is, it feels like it is slightly sunk in an instant-
That's the feeling of feeling at ease when worn on the face, as if it's protected by something.
The mask carved into a delicate woman's face, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a slightly pouted little mouth has a wild beauty.Compared with the exquisite face carving, the temples on the forehead are drastically and are extremely heroically chiseled, and are chopped into a wild lion's mane; the rough and wild mane, like a tree root, stretches into the corners of the cheeks and eyes, forming strange spots like tiger patterns.
--If the legendary mountain ghost transforms into an entity, would it be like this?
When Heng Shuying saw this mask for the first time, she couldn't help but tremble all over, almost thinking that it was a ghost made from a living person, like wax corpse skin.But now I don’t feel scary anymore. This is how people are. Over time, I will get used to everything.
There is a small diamond-shaped protrusion embedded between the mask's forehead, which looks like jade. It is carved into a raised eye, but there are two overlapping pupils in the eyes. The parts of the suspected whites of the eyes are filled with abstract bronze marking patterns, which looks indescribable.
This is double pupils.The person who gave her a mask once said: According to legend, the eyes have double pupils, which is a sign of becoming an immortal.Only by wearing this mask can you become a member of us.
Are we... also considered immortals?
She remembered that she hugged her shoulders with her hands, trembling, and struggling to resist the extremely biting wet and cold water in the underground cave.That was the second time in her life, she hated herself for not understanding martial arts.
And the man just looked at her coldly, and two cold lights shot out from his eye hole, as if her seductive body shrank under her thin wet clothes was nothing, and it was not more precious and delicious than the salt-pickled corpse beside the road.For the first time in her life - perhaps the only time - she felt that her most proud body was useless in the eyes of men, and the last fortress in her heart that she could rely on finally collapsed.
After resurrection from the dead, there are only two ways to go; either an immortal or a ghost.
The man said, slowly covering her face, and wiped her tears through the holes in his eyes.
The rough and tingling scrub feel has the frost-like touch and smell, and a hint of weathered decay...
--Then, are we immortals... or evil spirits?
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Heng Shuying suddenly came to her senses, bit her lip, carefully picked up the mask and put it aside.
The man has not summoned tonight, and it is not time to wear this mask.But that moment is coming soon.
On the blue and purple silk mat under the mask, four copper tubes that are slightly thinner and shorter than the woman's tail finger are neatly pressed. The carved patterns on the tube are exactly the same as the double pupils between the mask's forehead. The exquisite protrusions and depressions are densely covered with the entire copper tube. There is a ring on the body of the tube, and there is a buckle at the connection point, which can adjust the height of the copper ring at will.
She picked up the copper tube and shook it lightly, confirming that there was a very subtle shaking sound in the tube. Then she moved the surface ridges to the correct position according to the memory.
The concave and protrusion embedded in the pipe surface are connected to the tiny springs in the pipe. Once they are not turned on according to the steps, or if the copper pipe is destroyed with brute force, the lime and water stored in the pipe will immediately mix, and the rolled straw paper rolled up in an instant will be destroyed.
Q: Q: Answer!With a crisp sound, the horizontal sparse shadow returned all the reeds on the tube surface, and a small copper needle-like shaft popped out from the tube gap, pulling out three-inch-long light green and crisp paper like a scroll.
This special sausage paper is soaked in medicine, and writing does not require pen and ink.She pulled out her hairpin, and wherever the tip of the hairpin passed, a navy blue handwriting appeared on the paper: Although the demon of the piano died, his knowledge still existed, and it was in my hand for the time being and it has not been leaked yet.If you have no master in your red eyes, you must move it out first; as soon as possible, you can decide.After taking off the double pupils from the mask, it turned out to be a seal carved from Dzi beads. On the end of the straw paper, the four seal characters "Conglin Ye Gui" were printed, and the dark red marks were painted like blood.
She rolled the copper needle back into the tube and pressed it. The surface of the copper tube was spinning like a machine spring, and the uneven and strange patterns returned to their original scattered appearance.This is the evil ghosts... no, it is the way the immortals who are Gushe pass on messages.
Copper pipes are placed in the stone room of the backyard garden.
The lonely tube lies on the rugged rock surface, and the secluded corner is hidden in the shade of the night. From a distance, only a trace of metal dark light reflecting the thin stars and moon can be seen.After all, it is a shameful thing. Heng Shuying never dared to take it lightly. She stood behind the window wearing a cloak, waiting quietly.
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How do I contact you?
She questioned the man so much, and said something fiercely, as if she wanted to get back to her previous timidity.
Since it is an alliance, we can't always wait for you to come to me.If so, how should I find you?
Use the Ghost Bird.
The man gave the Ghost Bird - the name of the delicate copper tube, she guessed.
At night, place it outside the house with no light.A sharp light like a cold moon burst out from the hole in the eye above the sharp beak, and it was indescribably cold and ruthless.It was a bird-shaped mask with a hooked beak and a fine carving that was full of horror.If it weren't for the rough and abstract bird feather engravings around the mask, it would almost make people live!The terrible illusion.
Then what?
I will send an envoy to take the copper tube away.
She sneered and used contempt to hide the inexplicable terror and uneasiness inside her heart.
Your messenger will definitely not be able to wear the five thousand elite armors of the White Rise Cinema!you……
Remember, there are no living things near the copper tube.Don’t get close to cats, dogs, livestock, cattle, sheep, horses, and even your maids and servants.The more remote the location, the better.The man ignored her weakness and provocation, carried her hands on her back and walked away slowly. She had a human figure on her back, but she didn't look like a human at all.
...Because the ghost bird is about to get hungry, and can eat anything in his stomach.
Ghost sparrow?She laughed bitterly, trembling until she kept shaking, and it sounded particularly shrill in the wet and cold cave:
You said... this pipe can eat people?It's really... it's really outrageous!
Copper tubes are copper tubes, and there is no such thing as copper tubes in the world.She could no longer tell how far the man had walked and where he was going, but the lingering sound still echoed, chasing the gradually longer and fading figure, as if the tunnel carved out of the rock wall had never ended, extending to the ground of endless ignorance...
And the ghost bird is the ghost bird.The ghost bird is hungry and can eat anything.
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The loud wing sound fell from the sky.
(Come...come!)
Heng Shuying grabbed her cloak and shrank behind the wall. In an instant, an indescribable sense of horror grabbed her, and her trembling legs began to become weak.She leaned against the brick wall with no movement and slowly slid downward. Only her clear eyes were still staring firmly at the shadow of the courtyard stone, the huge black shadow falling from the sky.
It was an extremely large red-eyed crow.The dark feathers, the dark sharp beak... It never made any sound, so the horizontal and sparse shadows could not be imagined, but the sound of its flapping its wings was like a dozen big men waving their flags in the wind, and even the roaring wind coiled in the canyon of Zhucheng Mountain could not be concealed.
She remembered what the man said, never approached the place where the copper tube was placed.
But from a distance of ten feet, the crow's body was still terrifyingly large, far larger than any falcon raised by the Duoshka. Its sharp beak was like a grinded hoe, with a pair of black claws ferocious and ferocious upper limbs bulging muscles; in Heng Shuying's eyes, its claws were larger than the hind limbs of the hunting dog in the Cinema, which was the terrifying body that could easily grab a calf...
The strange crow had a circle of weird silver hair around his shoulders and neck, shining under the moonlight.Sometimes it would not pick up the copper tube immediately and leave. It would squat on an oversized stool like a giant squatting on a stool, flapping its wings and swaying its head. The horizontal shining shadow endured the horror and looked at it for a few more times. It suddenly found that the strange bird had particularly developed muscles on its beak. Just looking at the shadow of the moonlight, it seemed to have an expression, just like a human...
(This is the ghost bird! It turns out... this is the ghost bird!)
No matter how many times you have peeked, you cannot reduce the shock and fear of sightings.This... this is not something in the world; but what kind of person is the one who can control such monsters?
--If it weren't for an evil ghost, there would be only immortals.
This bone-bone sense of horror strengthened her confidence again and again, making her feel that nothing in the world cannot be done when she put on the mask of Konglin Night Ghost.
Finally... it will definitely succeed.Because, I am on the same side as the immortal.She leaned against the wall and slowly slid on the ground, her round shoulders wrapped around her hands trembled, and she whispered to herself until her hair was out of the window and she could not see anything.
(No, I only need this face of Guzhao, I... I am also an immortal!)
She bit her trembling lips and couldn't help but smile.Suddenly, a huge tornado-like whine swayed, and a shadow suddenly slid across the window, the faint moonlight suddenly appeared, and the leaves in the courtyard were rustling.But it was obviously rare outside the house, without any wind.
So is it on the stone.There is nothing.
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Geng Zhao opened her eyes.
In the dark big bunk bed, even the outline of the fingers that were approaching in front of you could not see clearly. You could only clearly feel the damp and hot energy coming out of your palm, as if you were putting your face in front of the furnace.Around them, heavy snoring sounds rose and fell, and the air was filled with a thick and humid smell of man, like a beast.
This is the most remote corner of the entire dormitory.
There are doors at both ends of the dormitory, and there are long sleepers arranged on both sides against the wall. One side extends from the front door to the back door, but the other side is short of six or seven feet of couch. It is closed before the back door, leaving a space with flat mud. Originally, I wanted to put some tables and chairs and other things. Later, I was about to live in, so I put six dilapidated benches together and barely set up a low and uneven bed.
Geng Zhao was young and slept with another disciple on the bench. He gradually got used to it over two months.
The bench bed is next to the wall, close to the ground, exuding a cold and musty smell.At night, no matter who gets up and gets out of his hands, he has to pass by. Sometimes it’s dark and accidentally touches the foot of the bench. The older disciples kick their feet and spit out phlegm and curse.When he was just transferred to the front hall, Geng Zhao often woke up in his sleep and then opened his eyes until dawn.
how?Have a nightmare again?A low murmur came from behind, a slight vibration coming through his back, as if he was murmuring.
Geng Zhao felt a little sorry, but the space on the stool was very small. Both of them were sleeping on their backs with their arms against each other, without any extra room to shake their heads and turn around, and whispered: No...no.The man said no, and stopped talking.
I don’t know who was woken up by the noise, and growled in a hoarse voice: Fuck Rijiu!Try barking at me again!A shout came with something, like shoes, socks, and coats.
Although the dormitory is large, it is still cold in February. The windows are mostly closed to block the wind. When the man yells, 30% of the people in the room wake up, and curses: Why are you quarreling?Will you give it to others to sleep?The man who started was blown by the wind, his mind was mostly clear, and he knew his reason and said stubbornly: Where is me?That guy Rijiu made trouble!What are you talking about?
Bao Chang, who was sleeping at the front door, was the oldest and highest-ranking disciple in this Gengyin room. Everyone said that there had been a long time since the inner hall, saying that he had the chance to be promoted to the walking position this year. He like He Xu, Zhong Yang and others followed the second general manager to do things. They all cursed him and followed his advice.
Bao Chang rubbed his eyes and sat up with his clothes, without lighting the lights. He shouted from afar, "Okay, shut up."Those who don’t sleep, all of them go out and count the stars, count them before coming back to sleep!Everyone was silent.
The man who had previously yelled about causing trouble was named Wen Jingtong. He was the son of a gentry in Wanghua Town, at the foot of the mountain. He had an uncle who served as an official in Pingwangdu.The family sent a poor student from Liu Cinema, but the purpose was nothing more than qualifications. I only had to stay in Zhi Jingsi for a year or two, and I had to walk in the royal palace. In the future, no matter whether I went to Beijing to take the military exam or entrusting my uncle to find a job in the army, it was very different from being a white-hearted person.
With family background, he was the only one in the bedroom who was not afraid of Bao Chang, and he was still talking and refused to give up.
Bao Chang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and shouted from the air: Geng Zhao and Rijiu, you both go out.Everyone was stunned: Do Geng Zhao's basic business?Yes, only he can speak on the same day, and the two of them were originally in the same position.
Wen Jingtong was a little surprised when he heard his quick decision and expelled the two of them at the same time. He was discouraged in one breath and said viciously: Fatty Changsun, let me hear you barking again, be careful of your dog legs!He covered his head with a quilt, deliberately breathing heavily, and frowned everywhere.
Geng Zhao is still waiting to be argued. The disciples called Rijiu and Changsun Fatty have already stood up, and their body wrapped in the quilt is even more bloated. They are wearing an old thick-soled black cloth boots, and one hand stretches out the quilt and lifts the curtain, and walks out of the back door with a snap.
Geng Zhao sighed and walked out with her clothes.
His eyes gradually got used to the night, and the stars and moon outside the room were brighter, which was brighter than the indoor room.When he saw Chang Sun Rijiu wearing a quilt, he walked to a big tree in the yard to sit down, like a fat white silkworm. He laughed without realizing that he walked to him and sat down, looking back to the stars side by side.
Still having nightmares?Rijiu took out a pot of drowning from the shadow of the tree like a magic trick, and raised his head and drank it.
Geng Zhao widened his eyes and saw him taking a few mouthfuls with relish. He handed the bottle to the tip of Geng Zhao's nose. The sweet and glutinous rice wine smelled.
Where did the wine come from?Without thinking, he took it and took it with a mouthful. He felt it was sweet and smooth, which was very smooth, but the wine taste was not very strong.Just by looking at the moonlight, the pot is as thick as soy milk, with a fine white color, which is different from the white balsamic wine common in the wine shop at the foot of the mountain.
Rijiu narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and then picked up the pot and said.
Just drink yours!What if you care about so much?After a while, I smacked my lips and smiled: The hunters on the hillside made their own brew, saying that they were steamed with glutinous rice, and mixed with a few flavors of cooked fruit to make music.Isn't the taste bad yet?Drink carefully, don’t think it doesn’t smell much, it’s very strong.
The standards for Heng Shuying's selection of the department are quite strict. In addition to family background, reading, writing, riding, shooting, martial arts, etc. are no problem. They must also be proud and upright, with a dignified appearance, which is no less than the conditions for choosing disciples in the Zhijianqi Palace.Looking at the current Zhijingsi, the only two that do not meet the standards are Geng Zhao and Changsun Rijiu.
Although Geng Zhao has a baby face, she is definitely not handsome.
He is a sturdy, taciturn, dull, and not good at socializing. Even the dark skin created by staying by the Honglu for many years is like a rude craftsman who makes black hair in the room - this is exactly the type that the powerful young men from Zhi Jingsi who come from wealthy families look down on the most.
The situation of Changsun Rijiu is even more miserable than that of Geng Zhao.
On the first day he entered Liu Cinema, when he was collecting robes, shoes and socks from the weaving department, the old clerk who was in charge of the service only glanced at it and threw two single clothes, two outer robes, two pants... From head to toe, everything was thrown in two pieces.
Since the city has Ji Jingsi, I have never used a product like you.The old crewman squinted at him and snorted: "Your master's carriage, just sew the two pieces into one by one."With one more piece of material, maybe you can stuff your dragon body in!The disciple of Zhijingsi who led him to laugh first, and countless contemptuous eyes were cast in the hall.It is said that Rijiu also giggled and put his unfit clothes in his arms without saying anything.
This joke has been circulating for a long time, and whenever a newcomer comes, it will be brought up. So in just two months, Geng Zhao has heard it on different occasions and in different people's mouths no less than ten times.
Later, how did you get the clothes?After getting familiar with Rijiu, Geng Zhao couldn't help asking once.
Spend money to buy it!Rijiu shrugged and smiled, looking indifferent.My mother brought me 150 taels to Liu Cinema, and it was all spent in less than three months. I still think it was not fast enough!When they were sure that I had no one inside or outside, they found an excuse to hang up and beat him up, and they would be safe in the future!No one has ever made any idea about me.
Changsun Rijiu has no friends in Zhi Jingsi. He was white and fat, and his pair of squinting phoenix eyes could hardly see his pupils. He seemed to be dozing off at any time. He could not pick his shoulders or lift his hands. He had to step on the stool on the back. He ran a little further and immediately became angry, as if he had lost half of his life.
Wu's is not good, Changsun is good at writing, and he can still plan his plans.Before the front hall is closed every month, Changsun will disappear for a few days, and then he will appear red again. When he asked where he went, he just smiled mysteriously and did not mention the inside story.
No one can tell the origin of this person.He claimed to be a famous prince in the south and the Changsun clan of the country in the poor mountain, but he spoke with a strong northern accent, which no one could say was nonsense.There seems to be a character Xu in his name. The old man from Zhi Jingsi deliberately played tricks on him and divided Xu into Rijiu, calling him Wan'er as a nickname; the pronunciation of Nanlingdao with the dirt accent of Nanlingdao is no different from the Dog.
Geng Zhao was quite unhesitant after understanding it, but Changsun himself didn't care at all.
If someone says you are a dog, are you really a dog?He shrugged.It is not difficult to make a living here. If you encounter anything that cannot be solved, you will say that the villain knows his mistake.Let them do whatever they like and don't be as knowledgeable as them.
It was a chilly night, and the two of them sat side by side. The pot of drowning came and went, and they finished drinking half of the pot.
sorry.After a long time, Geng Zhao whispered.
Ah?Changsun Rijiu took the pottery pot, was stunned for a moment and felt it was overwhelming, so he waved his hand.
Are you stupid?When will others ask you for trouble? When will you still choose the day when you look at the calendar?To put it bluntly, the Second General Manager sent you to a good place like Broken Heart Lake. You dare not return to the camp at night. I heard that I brought a few beautiful girls back to the city and set up a patrol officer... You kid are so vigorous, we can only chew maggots here.Not to mention Wen Jingtong, I want to find something, and I have to do it for you to be comfortable.
Geng Zhao thought about it, and smiled bitterly.
Changsun snatched the pottery and smiled with ill intentions.
Don’t think about drinking in vain, I tampered with this wine.He swayed his hand and spoke seriously, and his twisted white quilt like a fat caterpillar.The man from this mountain only needs to recite a mantra, and the monk is full of wine and immediately returns to his original form.It took me two days to get such a big pot. Don't waste it, kid.
Geng Zhao held his stomach and punched him. Although he didn't accumulate much energy in his hand, he still beat Changsun's bow into a live dumpling.The two of them bent down, gritting their teeth and not daring to make a sound. Look at me, look at you, and they are trembling all over.
Finally, Geng Zhao explained what happened in Shuiyue Tingxuan in detail, and even the incident of meeting Hu Yanzhi and the two of them working together to subdue Wanjie was not missed. In addition to the beautiful love affairs with Ran Hongxia in Hongluoyu, it can be said that it was the most detailed explanation, and the more erect version of Hengshuying is even better.Changsun Rijiu drank and listened, and unknowingly killed a whole pot. He was amazed and said for a moment: This demon sword is so terrifying. How could such a thing be found in the world?No wonder you guys have nightmares.
Changsun guessed wrongly, Geng Zhao thought.Although he slept very late, he actually had no dreams all night.
As I thought about it, my face was calm and I looked at the mountain edges that were gradually whiter in the distance.
--Nothing can be dreamed of, it is the source of his nightmare.
Geng Zhao has always been dreamy.
After coming to Liucinema, he often woke up from nightmares. When he woke up, his whole body was sore, as if the pursuits, chopping, swords and swords in his dreams... were all real, so that he still left his body with his long absence from the dream.Sometimes the ironwork trick taught by Uncle Qi is too difficult and cannot be learned for a while, but it can be understood suddenly after a moment of sleep. Some Uncle Qi has not taught it, but has only seen it vaguely in his dreams, and he can get started with it once he learns it...
He hoped that after a night, he would think of more things related to the Dafa of the Body-taking or the Demon Sword, but his mind was empty. On the contrary, the tragic sea of blood after the devil sword was raging, and the strange figure of Bihu, which was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it could not be removed, as if mocking his powerlessness.
hateful!
Geng Zhao hugged her head, bent her knees and sat down dejectedly. Suddenly, she had the impulse to tell Changsun everything, and no longer wanted to keep the secret of Dafa of taking over the body alone, and the endless and powerless feeling like the sea...
Changsun Rijiu looked at him and suddenly turned his head and turned his back toward him as usual.
You... The sticky mumbled like a little warm and humid wine. The northern boy who claimed to be the son of the Marquis of the South curled up. His comfortable sleeping position almost made people mistakenly think that under him was not a weed field of dew, but a soft mattress covered with thick animal skin....You shouldn't think you are a big shot in the current situation?Just leave that kind of thing to the people who are superior to do, and we don’t need to stand up.
I……
Even if the demon sword kills all over the world, it is not our turn to die in line.How many opportunities do you think are the demon swords going to kill rural places like Longkou Village?
Geng Zhao was shocked and suddenly there was nothing to say.
A sword can kill people, but tofu is not. Do you say that tofu is useless than a sword?Changsun Rijiu muttered to him with his back, feeling so comfortable that he rolled into a ball.Useless use is also a purpose.If you mix vegetables and cook a pot of clear soup, swords are not as good as tofu - demon swords, etc., you have those big guys to take care of. You kid just take care of your father and sister, don’t worry about anything else.
--What you said about useless use also includes the Dafa of taking over the body?
(How can you say that the senior Qin Demon entrusted his life and entrusted it to say that you don’t care? All this... is not as easy as you say. If you know the truth, then...)
Geng Zhao was about to speak, but was interrupted by Changsun Rijiu's sleepy words.
No, don't say anything.He muttered, his voice gradually subsided: I don’t need to lie when the Second General Manager asks about it tomorrow.I was very happy to be tofu and didn't want to have any prospects at all. You kid are the same, Geng Zhao... Think about your father and sister.
--Dad...and sister.
--I told the second manager, what else did she ask?
--Even if you have to ask, how could you ask?
Geng Zhao was full of doubts, but thunderous snoring sounds were heard beside her.The biggest difference between Changsun Rijiu and Gengzhao is that Changsun can always sleep soundly and heavily no matter where he or she is. Even if dawn is approaching, even if he only sleeps for a while, Changsun Rijiu will never let go.
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