Water, are you soaked? "
Xuan Min took a step and made an incision on his fingertips, squeezed out a string of blood beads without any hesitation, and drew a seemingly simple rune on his palm. In an instant, all the water around him was squeezed clean, and not a drop was left. The thin linen monk's clothes were dry in an instant, as light as clouds and snow, and even Xue Xian's body did not leave any traces of water. .
Xue Xian's goal was achieved, and he was quite satisfied.
What made him even more satisfied was that the position of Xuan Min's waist seemed to help his digestion, and he could clearly feel that the things he had sucked in from the black soil were merging with the golden beads little by little.
When his mind was unclear before, he sucked it in without even seeing what was buried under the black soil. Now, when they were mingling with each other, he had some feeling—what was buried under the black soil should be It was a part of his body, or blood, or several vertebrae, or a piece of dragon tendon.
Not much, not whole. But when it slowly melted into the gold beads, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, so much so that he suddenly felt that his spine, which had been empty for more than half a year, finally began to feel some touch and warmth.
Whether it is nourishing qi or nourishing bones and meat, there must be a starting point. Just like planting flowers and trees, there is always a seed.
Xue Xian had previously spent more than half a year refining his Qi transformation, barely pulling a line around his spine, so that his upper body could move like a normal person. After all, qi is different from bone, and what is empty is not real. This time, he really had the feeling of planting a seed.
Xuan Min didn't know what Xue Xian was thinking about in his secret pocket, as long as he didn't act like a demon.
There were too many stone statues lying across the stone bricks of the pool, and it was impossible for him to check them all. He only picked the damaged ones.
The appearance of these stone statues is not static. In fact, he saw a dozen of them, and there are three appearances. One is glaring, one is crying with upside-down eyebrows, and one is grinning with a high nose and a wide mouth. on. And the bodies wrapped in these three kinds of stone statues are also different.
In the statues with angry faces, the corpses are missing their heads; in the statues with sad faces, the corpses are missing both feet, and in the statues with smiling faces, the corpses are missing both hands.
"Did you see anything?" Xue Xian asked, "What are these stone statues wrapped in corpses for? Yin looks very evil."
Xuan Min frowned and said, "I know a little."
Xue Xian's tone was rather puzzled: "Why do you know so much about everything?"
Xuan Min said indifferently: "Perhaps I have seen it in the book before and left some impressions."
These hundreds of stone statues are not casually made to be buried with them. There must be a purpose in doing so. In this kind of place, things related to the three always have some fame. Although Xuan Min couldn't remember where he saw it, he did remember this statement—
It is said that there is a feng shui formation for changing the Universiade, called the Bai Shi Tui Liu Bureau. If you do it well, you can avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters and ensure a hundred years of success. It is an excellent game. The only problem is that it is too yindu. hand.
Because this Bai Shi push flow bureau will cost 300 people's lives.
One hundred evil generals, one hundred miserable people, and one hundred jiān people.
The stone statues with different faces are exactly the same: those with angry faces are evil generals, those with grief-stricken faces are bitter people, and those with grinning faces are Jiān people.
"Three hundred people..." Xue Xian was taken aback by the mighty evil formation, "It's really good to toss, mortals are no worse than me when they act like demons. Where do these three hundred people go? This is not a small thing. The number, even if it is cut in half, it will cause some sāo movement, right? There are no traces of hundreds of people, even the blind should be aware of it.”
Just as he was talking, something fell from the stone statue Xuan Min was looking at with a "jing dong" sound. Listening to the tone, it is mostly a copper-skin iron piece or something.
After all, it was something carried on the corpse, not to mention some rotten pickles, Xuan Min frowned, and couldn't help tearing off a small piece of white linen from the hem.
Xue Xian sneered when he heard the sound: "If you tear it down like this, this monk's robe should be shortened."
Of course, this is an exaggeration. Xuan Min's robe is not sticking to dust, but it is actually quite long, covering almost all of his feet. It almost touches the ground when walking, but it is always separated by such a small distance. And every time he ripped it off like this, it wasn't even half a slap. Even if he ripped it seventeen or eight times, it wouldn't necessarily be much shorter.
But Xue Xian just couldn't keep his mouth shut and wanted to provoke him from time to time.
Through the white linen cloth, Xuan Min picked up the falling object in his hand, and looked at it carefully against a faint light.
It was a small piece of iron, carved on one side