"Brother, you said before that after death, people will turn into stars in the sky. Is this true?" Ye Qingyu sat quietly, wearing a white dress, her face was quiet and graceful, and it looked like she was falling under the moonlight. Mortal fairy.
"Brother, hurry up! There are a lot of fun things over there!"
Just when Ye Qinghan turned around, a familiar voice came from a distance. Ye Qinghan was stunned, and suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide, filled with shock... This was his sister's voice.
Ye Qinghan put the book in his arms, but the man suddenly swooped in that direction like a mad leopard.
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All right! Dropping blood doesn't work, so let's try another method. So it was roasted by fire, smoked again, and finally he even ran to the latrine and threatened to throw the ring away if it didn't work.
Huh? There are actually many books for sale here!
Ye Qinghan was depressed at this time and couldn't help muttering in a low voice. When he was bored when he was young, he told his sister some fairy tales, but this simple sister still believed them to be true.
So he took the simplest method and confessed his master by shedding blood.
After messing around all afternoon, the ring is still the same, but a little darker... due to the fire. In desperation, Ye Qinghan finally gave up. Since this was the only thing left by his father, he thought about it and didn't throw it away. He had nothing to wear and it could be used as a souvenir.
After he spent an afternoon appraising this ring, he finally determined it to be a "three-in-one brand" ring with no magical function, no economic value, and no ornamental value. To put it simply, it is an ugly broken copper ring, a piece of waste that has been left on the ground without being inspected.
In the afternoon, after the ring fell to the ground and the golden faucet dropped, he concluded that it was a fake. But he was still unwilling to give up, imagining that there would be miracles. So he carefully hung up the golden surface on the outside of the ring. I got this bronze ring that looks extremely ordinary.
"Well, I will definitely do it. People as good as my father and mother can turn into stars in a while and never fall. If my father didn't adopt me back then, Qingyu would have long ago gone to nowhere. My father left long ago, and my mother will wait for me. I am like my own child. He raised me, loved me and taught me. Even if Qingyu died, he would not be able to repay the kindness of the two elders. Unfortunately, if Qingyu failed to repay the kindness, they would be gone... "
Ye Qingyu, who was next to her, flipped through a few books at random, but felt that they were boring. She said something to Ye Qinghan and walked forward. In front of them were several female red rouge stalls. This was something that all little girls liked.
The master's father, who is number one on the Earth Ranking and is a third-level expert in the imperial realm, left him two "heavy treasures". One item is a "semi-finished product", and it is not known whether there are any dangerous "semi-finished products". The other one is a complete knock-off. It looks bright on the outside but is a bag of straw on the inside. That's why he was depressed all afternoon.
The next day, the wind was calm and the sun was beautiful, with no clouds in the sky.
In the distance, Ye Qingyu's figure was vaguely visible, and a white figure next to her actually grabbed her hand. Ye Qingyu was struggling there while shouting loudly towards Ye Qinghan.
But Ye Qinghan didn't believe in fate and always thought about miracles happening. I have read a lot of online articles in my previous life, and the artifacts and fairy weapons in them all seemed very ordinary, requiring special means to activate and recognize the master.
Ye Qingyu held Ye Qinghan's hand and looked left and right on the street, like a bird that had been released from a cage after a long time, filled with joy.
"Let me go! Brother..."
The sun sets in the west, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are like naughty children, twinkling in the starry sky to tease the world.
"One five crystal coins." The old man said coldly without even raising his head.
call out!
"kindness!"
Ye Qinghan panted heavily from time to time, rubbing a bronze ring on her ring finger with her fingers, feeling extremely depressed.
He was thinking that if he had three strengths and two weaknesses, he would be fine. A person who had already died once would close his eyes, kick off his legs, and float away to the west. But what should my sister do? She is a mentally retarded woman with no martial arts skills and no means of survival. Living in this world of the weak and the strong, living in this indifferent and cold-blooded Yejia, helpless and drifting with the tide...
"Geography of the Continent", "Summary of the Imperial War", "Summary of the Three Jedi"... There are a dazzling array of books in various genres, which made Ye Qinghan's eyes dazzled. Although the Ye family has these books, with Ye Qinghan's qualifications, he definitely has no chance to read them. And most of the books in his father's house are poems and songs. So Ye Qinghan was very happy to see it.
Ye Qinghan let out a long sigh, but her heart became more and more melancholy and confused.
Ye Qinghan picked up a book "An Overview of Mansion War" and read it with great interest. In the past, he only knew about the Youfu War, but this book summarizes all the contents and rules.
My sister saw that he was very depressed and troubled these days. So I made an excuse to say I wanted to buy something and took him out for shopping. He knew that. I am also happy to have such a gentle and considerate sister. Although my sister was diagnosed as a child, she has been with her mother since she was a child. Her temperament is exactly the same as her mother's, quiet, gentle and caring.
"Brother, you choose here. Buy a few if you like. I'll buy something over there."
He gritted his teeth, fearing that there wouldn't be enough blood, so he squeezed hard and continued dripping.
After dripping more than half a bowl of blood, he finally had a reaction... The ring was fine, something was wrong with him - his head started to feel dizzy, he was top-heavy, and his eyes were filled with stars. It was obvious... he had lost too much blood.
Forehead! Women are indeed made of water. Ye Qinghan sighed in her heart, patted her back gently, and comforted: "Okay, the deceased is gone. You still have me as your brother! From now on in this world, we will depend on each other." !”
So I endured the pain, cut my finger open with a knife and dripped blood on it, but there was no reaction at all.
In the small courtyard, Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu sat side by side on stone chairs, leaning on each other, looking up at the stars, each thinking about their own thoughts.
The ring is made entirely of bronze, and is black and numb. There is no blue dragon, fire or phoenix engraved on it, it is just engraved with a big word "soul". Generally, rings will be marked with calligraphy when they are made, which is very common.
"Uh!" Ye Qinghan's face was calm and his expression was peaceful. He seemed to have forgotten all his worries and just walked around quietly with his sister.
Forehead! Ye Qinghan turned his head and glanced, responded, and continued watching.
Sudden!
Ye Qinghan stood next to a small stall, which was set up by an old man who looked like a scholar. The stall is small, but there are many books on three floors. The old man was sitting behind the bookstall, holding a book and reading it with relish. When a visitor came to the door, he did not say hello, but took a glance and continued reading his book.
A man and a woman were walking towards the intersection. The man was dressed in green and had a delicate face, looking like a frail scholar. Although the woman was younger and slightly smaller, she was already showing her beauty like a budding lotus. She was here to relax. Ye Qinghan brother and sister.
Well, Ye Qinghan threw thirty crystal coins and ignored the old man's unreasonableness. Wrap the six books in a cloth bag and leave.
"Fu Zhan, which arose three thousand years ago, is a divine oracle promulgated by the city to quell the constant wars between the three provinces. Once every thirty years, each of the three provinces sends people to fight, and according to the points earned by the participants, they are rated as superior. The upper-level mansions, the middle-level mansions, and the lower-level mansions. The upper-level mansions enjoy annual tribute from the middle-level mansions and the lower-level mansions. Those who participate in the battles accumulate points and can exchange them for rewards from the divine city... "
As Ye Qingyu spoke, her tone gradually became choked with sobs. He lowered his head slightly, put his head close to his arms, and cried softly.
"well… "
"Well, old sir, I want these books. How much do they cost?" Ye Qinghan selected six books, raised her head and asked the old man.
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"It's more like turning into stars or mud..."
In Cangcheng, Niulan Street is very busy with people coming and going. On both sides of the street, various vendors set up stalls and shouted at passers-by.
Ye Qingyu nodded gently and looked at Ye Qinghan with dreaming eyes. That tearful and pitiful look touched the softest part of Ye Qinghan's heart. At this moment, Ye Qinghan felt that nothing mattered anymore. Even the oath he made in front of his mother's soul was a little confused. He was thinking about it, was his decision really the right one? Apart from anything else, he didn't even remember the secret book of divine blood left by his father at this moment.
Whoops!
But when he turned around to look at his sister's eyes, which were as dark as black pearls and without any impurities. She felt that she couldn't bear to destroy the beautiful fantasy in her heart, and tilted her head and said: "Uh... I mean, if the body turns into spring mud, and the soul ascends to the sky and turns into stars, people as good as our mother and father will definitely be able to Turn into stars!”