In the early morning in Linhe City, there was still a faint cold mist hanging over the sand and water.
Looking along the long street, the broadest and straightest street in the center of the city is in line with the long bridge. The red lanterns hung high on both sides have not yet been lit, and they are sleeping together with the ancient city in the early morning.
Ning Xiaoling and Ning Jiujiu still lived in a house apart from each other as before. When Ning Xiaoling got up, she had already seen him moving a chair and sitting outside, with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.
Ning Xiaoling threw a quilt onto him and said angrily: "Cover me with more quilts. We have spent so much money. If senior brother catches a cold again, he will look down on the doctor."
Ning Jiujiu wanted to take a nap again and find a chance to take advantage of the atmosphere of the past life here. At this moment, Ning Xiaoling woke him up for the rest of his life, and the glimmer of insight he finally touched was also smashed back.
Ning Jiujiu raised his eyelids and glanced at her, knowing that she was still angry about the fact that he had spent money to buy a lot of antiques yesterday. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he tucked in the quilt and covered himself tightly: "Thank you, junior sister. take care of."
Ning Xiaoling pulled the quilt off him again and said, "Senior brother, please don't pretend to be dead, or I will tell her about your bad words about Sister Xiang'er behind her back."
Ning Jiujiu was unconvinced and said, "When did I say that?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "You said it's mine that Sister Xiang'er believes in you."
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said, "Then we won't go to the imperial city."
Ning Xiaoling was slightly shocked and said, "Why don't you go?"
Ning Changjiu's voice came through the quilt: "I don't want to go."
Ning Xiaoling sighed and softened her tone: "Okay, okay, I don't blame you for buying those messy things. Senior brother, just be happy..."
Ning Changjiu said: "I want to celebrate the New Year in Linhe City."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Senior brother, why are you so petty? Why don't I just make a few jokes..."
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said, "I just feel that this Linhe City feels like home. Once you come here, you won't want to leave."
Ning Xiaoling rubbed her stiff cheeks and sighed: "Yes, there is still the smell of that old thing squeezing us here..."
Ning Changjiu said: "This Linhe City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the people are simple and honest. When we come back after we have successfully cultivated Taoism, we can settle here."
Ning Xiaoling felt like she had seen a ghost so early in the morning, and said in shock: "Brother, you are not really possessed by evil, are you? You gave money to the kid who assassinated us, and you bought a lot of useless things. Thing, now he says he likes it here, how good is it here... oh... "
Ning Xiaoling suddenly showed a look of realization: "Senior brother! Don't you dare to go to the Imperial City and see Sister Xiang'er?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why do you say that?"
Ning Xiaoling said confidently: "Because of the three-year agreement, you agreed to meet three years later. What's going on now? Meeting on New Year's Eve this time is equivalent to opening an opening. In the future, there will be three days during the New Year's Eve. If the two ends get together, after three years, will you still fight? What's more, with the current state of senior brother... I'm afraid he won't have the face to see Sister Xiang'er."
Ning Jiujiu took off the quilt, looked at Ning Xiaoling, and said with a smile: "No matter how much you stimulate me with words, junior sister, I can't improve my level."
Ning Xiaoling curled her lips and said, "Then you stay alone in Linhe City to look after the house, while I go to the Imperial City to find Sister Xiang'er."
As she said that, she walked towards the hall, took off a rag from the shelf, and wiped the dust on the tables and chairs. She looked around, looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar, and then looked back at the half-dead courtyard. Senior brother, who was lying as usual, sighed, thinking happily that it doesn't matter if there are many disasters, as long as people are alive...
She looked at the singing maid with red cheeks and dark green clothes. Their eyes seemed to be looking at each other.
Yesterday, her senior brother swore to her that this was an antique from the country of Gui two hundred years ago and was very valuable.
"Are you the only one who is a two-hundred-year-old antique from Jin Kingdom?" Ning Xiaoling looked at her. The more she looked at her, the uglier and angrier she became. Finally, she sighed and wiped it... But this porcelain servant was new enough. It's so new that it doesn't have any of the self-cultivation of an antique, and there doesn't seem to be anything to wipe off.
Why don't you put the doorman at the door that the old lady gave you last night to look after the house? At least the New Year's Eve looks more festive... Ning Xiaoling comforted herself.
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Shubai delivered the white-copper carvings from house to house according to what was written on the list. These things were very heavy, so because he often carried them on his back, his back was a little hunched at a young age. Every time he bent down, his back was bent. At that time, the rugged ribs became more distinct.
Shubai turned around the empty baggage with great ease.
After delivering this order, I can spend the New Year’s Eve with peace of mind. In the past, I would always eat a bowl of noodles in the shop on New Year’s Eve, listening to the old smoker smoke and talk about some old things that happened in an unknown era. This year, I finally have a good time. You can go to the city to participate in the Lantern Festival.
He swung his bag and jumped up and down. When passing by an antique store, he did not forget to take a look. Suddenly he found that the ugly singing maid that had been in a conspicuous position was missing. He once thought that this antique store The lack of business is closely related to the eye-catching singing maid.
After all, if such fake things dare to be put up for sale, how can other things be real
It's just... Why is it missing today? There are people who want this kind of thing. Is there such a person in Linhe City
The white trees were amazed.
But for some reason, the singing maid disappeared, and after the position was vacated, I still felt a slight sense of loss in my heart.
"New Year's Eve... Lantern Banquet..." Shubai howled twice, then sighed: "It would be great if Sister Bai was still here."
If Sister Bai is still here, she must be at the age to get married now... Sister Bai is such a beautiful and kind-hearted person. When he recalled the screams that day, he subconsciously covered his ears and cursed evil Taoists. Damn it.
Shubai couldn't help but think of the pair of senior brothers and sisters yesterday, and couldn't help but spit: "Why are you pretending to be good people?"
When I returned home, my teacher and father were still lying in the chair. I don’t know why these days, the old man is very lethargic. He often can’t wake up after closing his eyes for a whole day. If his breath hadn’t been cut off, Shu Bai would have put his coffin in the air. Touched it out.
"Master..." He shouted softly.
The old man didn't sleep deeply today. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Have you given everything away?"
Shubai nodded and said, "It's finished."
The old man hummed and tapped the cigarette rod in his hand. His voice was dull and deep: "Just give it away."
Shubai sighed and said: "Master, I was obsessed with revenge in the past two months. I squatted in that old Taoist's house for nearly two months, but I didn't show you proper respect. It was in vain that you taught me martial arts. I want to understand. From now on, I will honor you well, learn the art conscientiously, and pass on your skills."
The old man shook his head and said: "There is nothing to learn. With your current martial arts skills, if you practice for a few more years, it will not be a problem to open a martial arts gym in the city."
Shubai felt even more guilty, remembering the days when the old man taught him boxing and kicking skills, and asked, "Was Master also a martial arts practitioner before?"
The old man just tapped the cigarette rod, and the clear sound echoed in the lifeless room, as if the light outside was all rain hanging under the eaves, and no matter how strong the wind was, it could not blow in.
When Shubai saw that Master didn't answer, he smiled and said to himself: "Master's bronze paintings are so wonderful, moving and lifelike. I must have traveled through many rivers and lakes when I was young and seen many great things in the world. I have never seen the monsters and monsters here." But the portrayal cannot be so vivid."
The old man smiled silently and spoke slowly: "It's just hearsay. If you go out more in the future, you may be able to see many such stories."
Shubai responded and said: "Anyway, revenge can't be avenged. When I can safely support my master in old age, I can learn from the men of the world and walk around the world with their swords on their backs, acting chivalrously and righteously."
It took a long time for the old man to reply: "I've told you a lot of stories over the years."
Shubai nodded and said: "Are those stories all true? Are there really gods in this world who have magical powers that can move mountains and seas? And those great practitioners who wield swords and guns don't sound like the masters in the martial arts hall. What’s the difference? How can one hit the mountains and rivers with a stick..."
The old man couldn't help laughing and said: "Of course they are all fake, and only a kid like you can believe them."
Shubai scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I believe everything Master said."
The old man sighed and said: "What's more, the people in those stories are not necessarily very powerful. Even if they can kill a city with one sword or break a mountain with one sword, so what? A strong man may be able to lift it. Even if something is several times heavier than him, if it encounters a force that is a hundred or a thousand times stronger than him, it will be like a person crushing an ant."
Shubai asked curiously: "This isn't great yet... Then what will it take to become great?"
The old man smiled and replied: "Of course you have to be the best to be the best."
Shubai also smiled: "Master, did you go to a temple when you were young? Why do you talk like a monk?"
The old man asked, "Am I wrong?"
Shubai replied: "It's true that it's wrong... but isn't this nonsense?"
The old man stopped tapping the cigarette rod and said, "Isn't the most powerful person in the world the God in the sky? Have you ever seen God kill people, but who dares to say that he is more powerful than God?"
Shubai said dissatisfied: "God is not really a person, and there is only one God. Even if you don't obey him, where can you find him?"
"No need to look for it..." the old man said slowly, "If you encircle a piece of land, no one else can enter, and no one can enter, then you will be the only one in this land."
Shubai thought for a while and asked, "What happened to Master today? Why did he suddenly talk about this?"
The old man smiled and said nothing more. He just said, "Let me tell you another story today."
Shubai became more energetic and said, "Master, you said it, I'm listening."
The old man opened his eyes and looked at the light shining under the eaves. His eyes were in a trance and he said: "A long time ago, there was a bone of a big demon, which gave birth to spiritual wisdom, re-derived a skeleton, and built it." The complete monster also obtained an isolated ancient book, which records a secret path that can transform into a physical body after being cultivated. The bone monster is extremely talented and can transform into all things in just a few years... "
Shubai couldn't help but ask: "A big monster's bone is so powerful... How powerful must that big monster be in life."
The old man smiled and said: "The monster has also been looking for his own body... But the corpse is said to be hidden in an extremely secret place, buried thousands of feet underground. Ordinary people are not even qualified to fall into the abyss and commit suicide, so it is difficult to find it. After he gained spiritual intelligence and crawled out of the abyss, he could never go back. Later, the bone demon gained a reputation and became a well-known corpse demon, even if some were in higher realms. The immortal wanted to kill him, but because of his magic, he failed repeatedly. But suddenly one day, a rumor came out from somewhere. After those rumors, the white-bone corpse demon who was supposed to be a demon with a promising future finally provoked A fatal disaster is coming."
A rumor can kill an extremely high-level corpse demon
Shubai didn't believe it and asked, "What rumors are they?"
The old man spoke slowly: "The rumor is very simple. It says that as long as you make a thick soup with the backbone of the bone demon, and drink it, you can live forever."
Shubai laughed dumbly: "How can such a thing exist in this world? Does anyone believe this?"
The old man sighed: "But many people believe it..."
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Across the street from Ning Qinshui's old house, several young people knocked on a dilapidated ancient door and shouted: "Grandma Wang, Grandma Wang... Can't you sell lanterns today?"
Ning opened the door for a long time and watched the scene from a distance. Until those young people left, the door of the old house was not knocked open.
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