I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

The moon is splashing, and the heaven and earth are clear.

The blue clothes standing on the roof fluttered, as if they were about to soar away.

The three lacquered pupils silently stared at the woman who slowly crawled away.

On the ground, pull out a long bloodstain.

“Why can’t the young phoenix flutter its wings?!” Qing

Yi Jian’s brows furrowed.

The woman who gathered the spiritual energy of the town for three hundred years had such a miserable life.

If it were in the outside world, a woman could cultivate into a land immortal in a hundred years.

If the birth is left in the swaggering mountain where immortals are everywhere, a woman will not be unable to become the next mountain master.

The Lord of the Swaggering Mountain is the sky above the Xiangang Continent.

“Could it be… What is there in this town that can crush this young phoenix?!”

……

The ninth and final day of the Day of Devotion.

For the first time in his life, and the last time in his life, he lost tens of thousands of taels of silver ingots.

The townspeople staked their entire wealth, and happily closed their mouths, shouting ‘I am the God of Gamblers’.

Those who only bet on a few copper plates, beat their chests with remorse.

One son did not bet, and he wanted to open his stomach with a knife, wanting to see with his own eyes whether his intestines were cyan.

……

The tenth day of the festival of dedication.

For a moment, the moon was cold and starry.

The deepest part of the Divine Wood Forest, in front of the ‘Kill Ghost’ Divine Tree.

Xiao Budian couldn’t kneel anymore, and his knees pierced as if they were rotten.

I had to lie face down, lying on the ground, with my arms straight and my little hands folded together.

“Divine Master,”

Xiao Budian didn’t know how to call the gods.

Since every resident of the town saw Xueju Qi Fuzi, they all showed great respect, so let’s call it Fuzi.

“Shenfuzi, can you hear me?”

the kid called Chen Mengfei.

“God, the boy has been kowtowing here for nine hours a day, and he has been kowtowing for nine days.

“The boy is not greedy, and he is afraid that you are tired of the god master.

“The boy does not ask for the sweetness of the ninth mother.

“Sweet one, one life is good.” Xiao

Bu struggled to get up, his legs trembling.

Open your arms, stretch out two small hands, and gently hold the body of the Divine Tree, the fierce twisted face of pain, as if it is being cut by a thousand cuts.

“Thank you, Shinfuko~”

….

On the bank of the Taiping River, at the gate of the fence courtyard.

Looking at Xiao Budian safely after the last day, little by little crawling towards the town.

Tsing Yi stretched out a palm towards the sky.

In the sound of breaking the air, the wooden sword hanging high above the sacred wood forest flew obliquely.

Grabbing the wooden sword and hanging it around his waist, Tsing Yi returned to the house.

Lying in bed tossing and turning, I couldn’t sleep.

About an hour later.

The fake sleeping Qing Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

Sat up abruptly, pushed the door and walked out of the courtyard.

I happened to see the woman who had lost her legs climbing across the covered bridge.

In front of the Shenmu Forest.

The woman struggled to raise her head and look at the huge smiling face on the tree’s body.

“Is it you who my son knocked?”

and soon, the woman shook her head and said to herself, “No.” ”

The second divine tree.

The third.

Fourth.

……

Up to the twenty-seventh.

The woman was about to ask, but slowly turned her head.

What came into view was a delicate and clean blue clothes.

Pointing to the extreme depths of the Shenmu Forest, Qing Yi said indifferently: “Your mud puppet is in the innermost part, that ghost.” The

woman said softly, “Thank you.”

“My surname is Qi, my name is Qingqi, and I am a small-town schoolmaster. ”

Tsing Yi can’t remember how many years he hasn’t revealed his ‘words’ to others.

“The concubine is called Nan Jinping, Wuyi Lane Chen Family Chen Nan Clan.

The woman smiled and slowly crawled towards the depths of the Shenmu Forest.

……

Two quarters of an hour later.

The woman finally climbed in front of the Dead Ghost God Tree.

The voice was soft: “Is it you that my son?” In

the eyes of the hideous face, two bright strands suddenly flowed, like red blood.

The woman smiled and said, “It’s you.” ”

Hold yourself up with one hand and start digging with the other.

After about a blaze of incense, the woman dug out the clay puppet that her son had pinched for herself.

“My son’s craftsmanship is so skillful~”

Take out the note with his name written on the mud puppet’s empty stomach and stuff it into his mouth.

The woman quickly chewed and swallowed into her stomach.

Immediately bit his index finger and wrote the words ‘Chen Mengfei’ on the clay puppet with blood.

“That kid will be very sad when he finds out.

Tsing Yi’s voice sounded behind itself.

While burying the clay puppet, the woman whispered, “Mr. Qi, I don’t feel bitter.

“It was my son who really suffered.

“I’m a cripple and have never cooked a meal for my son.”

“When I was so young, I had to step on the bench to boil my medicine, prepare meals, wash my clothes, and go into the mountains every day to dig for herbs.”

“And only when it rains and snows can you lie in my arms and pestering me to tell stories.”

“Mr. Qi, I want to die.

“When I die, the mountain that weighs down on my son’s spine will fall apart.”

“He’s so tired that I just wanted him to make it easier.” The

woman’s eyes were red and said, “But I can’t bear it.”

“I’ve only been watching him for six years.

“I just want to keep watching.”

Tsing Yi sighed slightly.

“Look again.

“Wait until the kid grows up a little more.”

“When he can be on his own, he can dig a deep pit and hold your body.”

“Wait until that time to die.” ”

……

The sky is shining.

The woman crawled back into the black clothes lane.

The east wing of the Chen family courtyard.

The woman climbed to her son’s side.

Stretch out your thin palm and gently rub your son’s little face.

The woman’s eyes were full of tenderness, “Niang doesn’t want any wealth and well-being in the ninth life, Niang has you is enough.”

“Jiushi Tian, how can you be worth a smiling face from me.” The

woman gently leaned down and touched her face with Xiao Bu Dian .

Listen to my son’s heartbeat and breathing, and feel the warmth of my son.

The woman muttered: “Such a kind and well-behaved cute child, it is my Nan Jinping’s son~”

……

Memories stop.

Qi Qingyan stood up and stared at the distorted old man’s face on the body of the Divine Tree.

“Within a month, if that woman, or that child, doesn’t give me a dream, I’ll cut you down and burn you as firewood!”

In a small courtyard in the town of Sword Washing Lane.

The old willow, who was brewing syrup, stretched out his little finger and buttoned the ear hole.

“This little ghost surnamed Qi is quite angry. ”

……

After returning to the fenced courtyard, Tsing Yi walked into the main hall and looked at the wall.

A sword hangs on the wall.

The name of the sword is ‘Listen to the Wind’.

“Is it just half a master?!” Qing

Yi untied the wooden sword and placed it on the desk.

Immediately remove the wind and hang it around your waist.

“Half a master is also a master. ”

Feed the big yellow dog to the point of almost death.

Tsing Yi walked out of the fenced courtyard and locked the courtyard door.

“Child, and slow down, Qi Banshi will send you the last ride~” Tap

on tiptoe and jump dozens of feet.

The figure of Qing Yi soon disappeared between the mountains and valleys.

……

Qingping Town is hundreds of miles away from Lingshi County in Yunzhou.

People traveled for most of the month, and it took seven or eight days to ride a horse-drawn carriage, mainly because the mountain road was rough.

The third day of descent.

Between the lofty mountains, Zhu Jiuyin jumped a hundred times, and the wind whistled in his ears.

“Little no, wait a minute~”

….

PS: The sword is called a little blood, from the red stove of “Sword Come” to point blood, the back is wrong, make red blood, my pot.

Moreover, thank you for the large reward, thank you to all the Taoists who gave gifts, thank you to all the Taoists who read the text, thank you for your support, and hug your fists.

As for the group, it seems that only a thousand fans can be opened, and there is no hurry.

Finally, without further ado, Ming’er kills.