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

The fourth day of descent, early in the morning.

The cold wind is like a knife, straight into the cracks of human bones. Everything is bleak, and the sky is gray.

At the top of a big mountain, Zhu Jiuyin, who was hunting in white, overlooked the mighty river with the rumbling sound of the waves outside.

“The White Horse River in Xiao Budian’s memory~”

At the beginning, Xiao Budian fled to this river day and night from Buzhou Mountain, and it took nearly two months.

For the third month, he had been hiding in a cave to heal his wounds, and he was injured by fire poison.

At the end of the month, the qi is drawn into the body, causing the fire poison to recoil, just like the beast’s counterattack before death.

Unbearable to bear the pain of burning his body, Xiao Budian jumped into the White Horse River.

Drifting from the middle of the river to the downstream, he was rescued by the girl who called Lan Xiang.

He spent his fourth month in Xizhuang Village, Lingshi County, and the last month of his life.

Suddenly, the system panel opened on its own, and it was met by Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes.

[This time domination free time: 40 hours consumed: 38

hours countdown: 03:59:44

] [remaining free time: twenty days (240 hours)

] [Ding, detected that this domination free time is less than one hour, will it dominate again?]

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: “Dominate another

100 hours.” ”

[Two free time: 140

hours consumed: 38 hours

countdown: 403:59:21]

….

After a blaze of incense kung fu.

In the cave under a certain cliff, Zhu Jiuyin looked around.

The rough and cold ground was littered with the bones of wild beasts, and a little hay was piled up in the corner.

The red vertical pupils under Zhu Jiuyin’s white ribbon suddenly saw his eyes closed, his teeth biting his lips, and he was forcibly enduring the pain of burning his internal organs.

After standing in the cave for a long time, Zhu Jiuyin turned and left.

After half a blaze of incense kung fu.

In a mountain stream a hundred zhang away from the cave, Zhu Jiuyin found the place where Xiao Budian had chosen for Liu Cui’er.

Under the thin ice, the clear stream babbles straight to the confluence of the Hakuba River in the distance.

The surrounding peaks are handsome, and the rocks are rugged.

In front of the slightly raised grave, an irregular long thin stone slab pierced deep into the earth like a sword.

The stone tablet is inscribed ‘The Tomb of My Sister Liu Cuier’.

The bottom right ‘Foolish Brother Chen Mengfei Standing’.

Zhu Jiuyin’s mind couldn’t help but think of that dusk.

The girl in the emerald green skirt, with red eyes, talked a lot to herself under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town.

Those words, every word, Zhu Jiuyin still remembers in his heart.

“Miss Willow, I’m sorry.

“I promised you to keep the little ones well.” ”

……

The sixth day of descent.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the north wind roars.

In the Yan family’s coffin shop in Longwu Town, Yan Shouzhong, who was dressed in cotton jackets and pants, picked up the fire tongs and poked the charcoal basin.

“This ghost weather is cold and dead, they are almost closed for the year, and the sky master has not yet snowed. ”

On the small red clay stove, the purple clay teapot spout gas column punched the beam. Yan Shouzhong’s wife poured two cups of hot tea with a towel.

“It is said that Ruixue Mega Harvest Year, already dry land, months without water moisture, next year’s crops can be planted, so high grain taxes to pay.”

Yan Shouzhong stared at the red charcoal fire, worried.

The woman handed the blue and white porcelain tea cup to the man, and gently encouraged her: “We still have a coffin shop, and many old people in the town can’t survive this harsh winter.”

Holding the hand warming tea, Yan Shouzhong sighed lightly, “The elders are withering one after another, like leaves falling in the wind.

“Every side, every look, can be the last side, the last look.”

Suddenly, the thick curtain of the coffin was lifted.

The cold wind instantly poured in wildly, killing the insignificant heat in the shop to pieces.

What caught the eyes of Yan Shouzhong and his wife was a barefoot boy dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist and a white cat lying on his shoulder.

“Do you have a jade coffin or sarcophagus here?” Yan

Shouzhong felt the young man’s voice be like a cold current outside, completely cold.

Withdraw your gaze from the boy’s bare feet, which are as clear as jade and not stained with the slightest dust.

Yan Shouzhong hurriedly replied: “Without a jade coffin and a sarcophagus, the best and most expensive is the golden silk nan wood coffin.”

“Dare to ask… Little brother, who in the family died?”

“Our Wei country funeral customs, we need to engrave the name of the deceased on the inner wall of the coffin lid in advance, including the eight characters of birthday.

“When the black and white impermanence of the Yin Cao Di Mansion comes to lead the soul, the soul of the deceased can still remember who he is before he leaves the world.” The

boy was silent for a moment.

Shaking his head, he whispered: “I won’t let black and white impermanence take away my apprentice’s soul~”

….

After a cup of tea.

Looking at the young man who carried more than a thousand pounds of golden silk nan wooden coffin on his shoulder and slowly left the shop, Yan Shouzhong and his wife’s four eyes almost fell to the ground.

It was as if it was not a coffin, but a leaf.

“Seventy years later, this town shop can be considered a sale of golden silk nan wood coffin. ”

Mo Zi’s hand used to belong to a young man, and from now on it will belong to a large piece of old dragon jade of his own, strictly guarding Zhongle’s closed mouth.

“Seventy years, Xianggong, there won’t be any problems with that coffin, right?” ”

The eyes under the young man’s ribbon always gave me a shuddering feeling. ”

It won’t… Nothing will happen, will it?!”

the woman said in shock.

“Don’t worry, that coffin is the most proud work of my grandfather’s life, the golden silk nan wood of the Eight Classics.

“Mo said that seventy years, even if it is seven hundred years, will not rot in the slightest. ”

Strictly abide by the oath of faith.

……

Seventh day of descent.

On the ancient road, a jujube-red horse pulled a wooden cart smoothly.

The car reels crushed the cold wind, and the golden silk nan wood coffin was speckled with snow.

“Master, it’s snowing~” Zhu

Jiuyin, who was sitting in the front of the car, slowly opened his eyes.

Slightly raised his head and looked at the bits and pieces of broken snow.

Snowflakes fell in the eye sockets and were quickly melted by the red pupils of golden candles.

Cold snow water, gushing out of his eye sockets, slipped down Zhu Jiuyin’s pale face.

Like people crying~

……

Before you know it, night falls.

The night was not dark as the snow was getting heavier.

On the ancient road, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Zhu Jiuyin stepped on the fine salt on the ground barefoot, walked into the forest, and took out a hat from the snow.

A tiger hat.

“I never blame the pig’s intestines, because it is as timid as a rat, and only dares to steal chickens and ducks raised by the people, and I have seen that humans run faster than the wind. Zhu

Jiuyin gently patted the snow off the tiger’s head hat clean and put it on the little whirlwind’s head.

“I know that after Xiao Budian jumped into the Hakuba River, the pig’s large intestine lost its smell.

“I also know that when the pig’s intestine is found again, he has already become a corpse.”

“I never wanted to be angry with the pig’s intestines, so I let it stay in front of the small grave and wait for us to come.”

“I don’t even blame it for running away, because in the eyes of your rat race, I am a cruel and fierce bloodthirsty snake.”

“It can obviously leave the tiger head hat in front of the small grave.” Zhu

Jiuyin slowly stretched out a palm and immediately clenched it heavily.

A small whirlwind squatting on the shoulder, a rat’s heart suddenly jumped.

‘Did the master kill the pig’s intestine with a death spell?!’

the carriage hit the road again.

With the tiger head hat to protect against the cold, the little whirlwind instantly felt much warmer.

Couldn’t help but be curious and asked: “Master, this tiger head hat is what you gave … Didn’t you buy it?”

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, “It was his mother’s stitch and thread, sewn by hand, and gave Xiao Budian a gift for his tenth birthday.” ”

Also the last gift~”

….

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

The eighth day of descent.

Zhu Jiuyin finally saw the vague outline of the small village.

……

PS: I haven’t eaten the meal after work, fill your stomach first.

What I wanted to say and the second chapter was around half-past eleven.

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