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

Night falls, and the moon is clear.

In front of the Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

In the fenced courtyard, Tsing Yi stood under the eaves, looking down at a pair of slender palms, hesitant.

“What about the left hand, or the right hand? It’s so tangled~” The right

hand can hold the sword, can hold the chopsticks, Tsing Yi finally chooses the left hand.

Enter the main hall and lift the lid of the golden silk nan wood coffin.

Two swords came into view.

Iron sword with red blood.

There is also a string of brightly colored sugar gourds that look like blood coagulation.

Tsing Yi counted a total of nine red fruits.

Leaning down and gently breaking the boy’s left and right hands, Tsing Yi took the sugar gourd and the iron sword away and put them aside.

Immediately, he picked up the headless body of the boy and placed it on the long table.

Then gently hold the young man’s head out.

Staring at the dead gray face that was close at hand, Qing Yi’s heavy pupils bloomed with cold light, “Killing a thousand knives, Ling Chi is executed, and the corpse is broken into ten thousand pieces, which is not enough to vent anger.” Placing

the human head on the long table, Tsing Yi’s movements were gentle and slow, removing the coarse linen clothes and tattered straw shoes from the young man’s corpse.

Immediately beat half a basin of warm water and took a clean towel.

After wringing the towel cloth, wipe the body carefully for the teenager.

About two quarters of an hour later.

The body was scrubbed three times, and Tsing Yi brought the fourth basin of water and gently removed the green hairpin.

Lifeless hair like dead grass.

Tsing Yi washes the teenager’s hair, shampoos and washes his face.

After another quarter of an hour, after washing the young man’s lead, Tsing Yi took out the newly bought life clothes and shoes.

Like the moon, like frost and snow, the white is not mixed with a trace of variety.

Tsing Yi is like a father, put on life clothes and shoes for the teenager.

The hair is not yet dry, and the bun has to wait for a while.

Tsing Yi came to the golden silk nan wood coffin, staring at the string of crystal sugar gourds.

“How do you feel weird?!” always

felt that something was wrong.

But after pondering for a long time, I still couldn’t think of a reason.

……

When the hair was all dry, Tsing Yi skillfully coiled the bun for the teenager and inserted a jade hairpin.

Then he picked up the wind sword and walked out of the main hall and sat on a small bench under the eaves.

Boom.

The long sword is unsheathed.

Tsing Yi held the sword in his right hand and stretched out his left hand.

Place the bladeless blade against the base of your little finger.

Sudden force.

Yin Hong fell to the ground brightly, splashing into a burning blood flower.

Tsing Yi looked as usual, leaned over and picked up his little finger.

Sewing corpses, needles and threads are essential.

However, after all, it is only ordinary dead things, which can sew corpses, but cannot sew souls.

Tsing Yi thought for a long time, but decided to replace the silver needle with his land immortal bone.

Remove the flesh and skin, Tsing Yi’s left hand little finger bone, right hand to listen to the wind sword.

In the sound of clicking, sharpen bones with swords.

……

It was not until the middle of the moon that Tsing Yi stopped his mechanical movements.

Standing up from the bench, Meimei stretched.

“Whew~”

let out a long breath of turbid air.

The palm of his hand swiped fiercely in the void in front of him.

The ten essential characters of ‘benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom

, and faith’ and ‘sincerity, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and timidity’

are like ten rounds of little suns.

Tsing Yi pointed to the word ‘loyalty’.

The void shook, the golden light was restrained, and the word ‘loyalty’ slowly eased the body, reforming an extremely thin and extremely long golden line.

Pinch slightly, twist the gold thread.

Tsing Yi immediately threaded the needle.

The needle is the bone needle of the land immortals.

The thread is the golden thread of Confucianism.

With a wave of the Qing Yi sleeve robe, the nine characters of the original life disappeared.

Walk into the main hall and put the young man’s head on the broken neck of the headless corpse.

Tsing Yi’s face was serious, and the bone needles pierced into the dead gray skin.

Each needle has a strong feeling of a grasshopper shaking a tree and a mantis as a car.

It’s like a stick of grass trying to pierce an iron plate.

After only two stitches, Tsing Yi was pale and sweating.

The heart in the chest was beating wildly, and the blood in the whole body was almost boiling.

Gritting his teeth, Tsing Yi’s palm pinching the needle was as steady as a rock, and the third needle fell.

To complete the mutilated souls of the deceased who have been dead for most of the month is a move against the sky.

Non-terrestrial immortals can’t do it.

……

In the blink of an eye, the sky was slightly white.

In the main hall, after the last stitch, Qing Yi endured the dizziness and held the edge of the table to look at the teenager.

The boy who was separated from the body yesterday is now a flawless body.

The golden thread gradually faded into the flesh and blood, repairing the corpse and repairing the soul.

Qing Yi, whose face was as white as paper, smiled bitterly, “Sorry, child, half a master is only a land immortal, so I can only do this.” ”

……

When the sun hangs high in the heart of the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin faced the cold wind, holding a shovel in his left hand and two granite tombstones on his right shoulder, and came to the peach blossom forest in the western boundary of the town.

There are lonely graves deep in the peach blossom forest.

The long irregular stone slab is used as a tombstone, and the inscription ‘The Tomb of Nanjinping, the Mother of Mercy’.

The bottom right ‘Unfilial Chen Mengfei Standing’.

With a muffled bang, two brand new tombstones landed.

Zhu Jiuyin inserted the shovel into the frozen soil and came to the woman’s grave.

The cold wind blows, and the clothes fly.

The woman’s scrawny appearance couldn’t help but come to mind.

Those clear and bright eyes that are always as tender as water, similar to Xiao Budian and more like God, Zhu Jiuyin has never forgotten it.

Staring at the grave bag for a long time, his heart was full of thousands of words, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn’t spit out even a single word.

Zhu Jiuyin pulled out a shovel, shoveled the crazy dead grass on the grave, and then filled it with new soil.

Immediately, the digging beside the woman’s grave began.

One hour later.

The burial pit was dug.

When Zhu Jiuyin also came, he carried a shovel in his left hand and two tombstones on his right shoulder, and walked towards the peach blossom forest.

Something suddenly flew obliquely from a high altitude.

Zhu Jiuyin, who was thinking, turned his head sharply.

But I saw a yellow sparrow standing on the new monument.

The two eyes are round and watery.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

……

In front of the Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

Zhu Jiuyin walked into the fenced courtyard and placed two tombstones lightly under the eaves.

Enter the main hall and come to the golden silk nan wooden coffin.

Looking at the complete body in the coffin, there is no trace of suture marks on the neck.

Zhu Jiuyin gave a thumbs up to Qing Yi who was lying on the corpse bed, “Fierce!” His

face was as white as paper, and Qing Yi, who was almost like a gossamer, said in a thin voice: “The eighth day of the first lunar month of Ming’er La is this child’s birthday, and it is also a good and auspicious day.”

“Burial at noon, what do you think?” Zhu

Jiuyin nodded, “Yes.”

“In addition, I put the small tombstone under the eaves, and the work of engraving is up to you, after all, it is a great Confucian who is rich and full of meridians.”

Tsing Yi corrected: “It’s an ordinary reader.

Zhu Jiuyin smiled, closed the lid of the coffin, and left with the coffin on his shoulder.

……

Nearing one’s end.

Not under the mountain.

Zhu Jiuyin put the Xuantie heavy sword and soft sword that Xiao Budian had used into the coffin.

Then carry the little Budian body out of the coffin.

As before, the master and apprentice sat on the edge of the cliff and quietly looked at the burning clouds in the sky.

In the Netherworld Abyss, heart-rending screams wafted from time to time.

Little whirlwinds are not people, mice will also drink hairy blood, and they are so hungry that they even eat their own cubs.

Therefore, torturing the human soul body not only does not have the slightest psychological burden, but enjoys it.

“Xiao Bu, in this life, I will accompany the master to see the sunset one last time.”

“In the next life, you must come earlier.”

“Even if the sea is over, Buzhou Mountain will always be here.” ”

Master will always… Always waiting for you. Soon

, night shrouded the four wilds.

Zhu Jiuyin picked up Xiao Budian’s corpse, lightly toed his toes, and jumped straight to the top of Buzhou Mountain.

……

PS: Asuka chapter tomorrow the last two chapters.