Lingxi Peak.
Xia Wushuang led the two deer, and used the teleportation stone to quickly reach the place. As soon as he looked up, he saw a bustling crowd. A large black mass was pressed against the foot of the mountain, making it very noisy.
Xia Wushuang patted someone on the shoulder, "Hey, brother, this is..."
"They all came to Xia Wushuang to ask for an explanation." The man glanced at her, looked at the two deer in her hands, and turned his gaze back to the group of people indifferently. , it's been almost half a month and there is no answer. Yesterday, the two fierce fights on the mountain finally scared them away, and today they are surrounded again... Really, if people want to see you, don't you come down early? Who can go up the mountain with the barrier of protecting the mountain? It's nothing to shout at the foot of the mountain... But Xia Wushuang is indeed a tortoise with a shrinking head."
Xia Wushuang, the head-shrinking turtle: "..."
She smiled embarrassingly, "Then... Are those two powerful ones finished yesterday?"
The man said impatiently: "Who knows, I think I'm afraid that the mountain will collapse and go to fight elsewhere? Anyway, the fight was quite fierce yesterday, and there was no sound for a long time today, and I don't know the outcome. "
"Oh... That's it." Xia Wushuang thought for a while, this situation couldn't be dragged on forever, she had to find a way to solve it.
"What are these people here for? Just want an explanation?" she asked again.
The man listened to the strange question she asked, and looked at her strangely, "Where did you come from, girl?"
Xia Wushuang subconsciously wanted to reply that I came from Dongtu Tang... Later, I felt that the style of painting was not quite right, so he smiled and made a random excuse, "I came from Chang'an not far to watch the fun."
The man glanced at the two deer in her hands again, and said, "Girl, this deer looks good, and she came from Chang'an again, so she is also a rich person."
After he finished speaking, he explained to her: "There are so many requests, some are asking for money, some are asking for survival, and some are just asking for an explanation... It depends on the person. After all, it makes no sense for a living person to fight for a salary. Don't be a puppet. The purpose of lending people out is to reunite the family after the war and be with the United States and the United States? After the war, people die... If you die on the battlefield, you can still win glory for the country. , there is nothing, and suddenly a large number of people die at home is nothing."
Xia Wushuang lowered his head, his black hair covered his eyes, and his mood was complicated.
She thought of what the old man said, paused, and said to the man:
"This little brother, this little girl, please trouble you, help me watch these two deer, and I will go ahead and take a look."
The man smacked his tongue: "These two deer are precious at first sight, are you not afraid that I will lead them away?"
Xia Wushuang smiled and took out the spirit stone for him, "If you run away, it will be a spirit stone. If you don't run, I will give you the spirit stone at the value of a deer, how about it?"
The little brother was stunned, holding the reins of the deer in his hand, and took the spirit stone in a daze: "Oh..."
Xia Wushuang thought, the old man asked her to keep the deer with her... As long as she is within sight, it shouldn't matter
When the deer watcher found it, Xia Wushuang tidied up his clothes and flew up the mountain.
"Who is that?!"
"The protective barrier of Lingxi Peak didn't stop her..."
"...It's Xia Wushuang!"
"Master!!"
Xia Wushuang found a place where he could see the people under the mountain clearly, and said loudly, "I am the head of Lingxi, Xia Wushuang!"
Big uproar underneath.
"Xia Wushuang, you finally came out!"
"Return my son!"
"The little girl and her husband made a promise of ten years. After so many years, she finally treated people back. She did a red thing on the first day, and she has to do this white thing the next day! ... You must give an explanation today!"
"My brother participated in the war for ten years, and Ben was honored to return to his hometown. Before the new monarch was enthroned, he was rewarded according to his merits, and suddenly died suddenly the next day - what is this?!"
"… "
Behind the naked anger lies the despair shattered in an instant after the joy of welcoming the return of their loved ones.
If there was no hope in the first place, then maybe it wouldn't be so painful.
Obviously there is a bright dawn, and you walk towards the dawn full of hope, only to fall back to the same place with one foot in the air... This is often the most desperate.
Xia Wushuang stood silently on the spot and became the target of public criticism.
It was her fault.
What she thought was foolproof, what she thought she could do, in the end, it was just what she thought.
Perhaps the letter from the King of Chu was just a fuse, and what really pushed her to the present was her conceit and self-righteousness.
The one who was holding the deer before was at the farthest point, looking at her in amazement, feeling that the spirit stone and reins in his hand were like a hot potato, neither taking it nor throwing it away.
"...I'm sorry." Xia Wushuang lowered his head, and his voice came out clearly, "Because I was in retreat before, the news was blocked, and the people around me didn't handle this matter well... Actually, I don't know how to deal with it. But I am sorry."
"Is it enough to apologize?!"
"You return my husband - aren't you good at puppet art?! Let him revive!"
"What about my brother's military merit?!"
"… "
Xia Wushuang waited patiently for them to finish, and then said: "As for the compensation afterwards, you can ask Lingxifeng for money, and as for military merit... After the king of Chu ascends the throne, I will give her a handwritten letter, and the reward will be doubled according to the merit. compensate."
Something was getting hot around his waist, Xia Wushuang accidentally rubbed a hand, only to find out that it was the Qingqing Sword.
Why is the love sword getting hot? It seems that I have been hot a few times before...
Xia Wushuang looked at the black people below, and put down the question first.
… will see later.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xia Wushuang continued: "About the question of whether it can be resurrected again... It's a very simple truth that people can't be resurrected from the dead. It's just that at that time, there were internal and external troubles, and the King of Chu urgently needed troops to fight externally, but in the final analysis, it was at that time. I am too conceited." Xia Wushuang's voice was slow and clear, "If you still have relatives of the puppet, even the corpse is fine, please send it here, I will comfort their souls..."
"What are you talking about?!"
"How long! Everyone has been buried! Do you want us to dig up the body for you?!"
"Is this the way?! I waited ten years for this?! I don't want your money, I don't need military merit, and I can dig up the corpse for you! Can you let my husband come back alive?!"
"Their souls, I'm afraid they don't want to see you again!"
"… "
The abuse was overwhelming, and Xia Wushuang also lowered his head and said nothing.
In fact, she also knows that the possibility that the people below will send the puppets is very small. It's like a very important person in the family has been killed. Now, the person who harmed people suddenly appeared and said, "I don't think it's a thing for me to kill people. Why don't you dig up the body and I'll ask the best monk in Fengyue Continent to do a trick to help him escape?"
If people don't beat your head out, they are considered good-natured.
Underneath, there is a Lingxi Peak disciple whispering: "Master, come down, say what you need to say..."
"Don't worry about it, it's already a dead person. Ten years of lifespan is already cheap. I still want more... Is it really a god to be a puppet master? People don't have enough people to swallow elephants..."
"… "
Xia Wushuang listened to both sides, but couldn't say anything.
Because these ten years of life are not given by her.
Instead, the puppets consumed their souls and earned the last chance for themselves.
After death, you will be transformed into evil spirits, or you will lose your soul.
The only plan now is to collect the puppet corpses, and then ban the puppet technique.
Xia Wushuang said: "... I hope that everyone who can send puppets will send them here. Also, Lingxifeng will not teach any puppet arts anymore."
The Qingqing Sword seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. For some reason, Xia Wushuang stood on a high place and suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The heart also beat a little faster.
Xia Wushuang said the last sentence, and the disciple behind her exclaimed: "Sect Master!! Think again!"
In the past ten years, Lingxi Peak has become the birthplace of puppet arts. The most elite puppet masters in the entire Fengyue Continent are here, and the most prominent among them is Xia Wushuang—
Now that Xia Wushuang said that Lingxifeng would no longer teach puppet art, how could it not make these disciples pale in shock!
The people below looked at each other in dismay.
After all, although Xia Wushuang had an accident with these puppet soldiers, the puppet technique also opened the door for ordinary people. As long as there is a spirit stone, some small mechanical puppets can do small things for them, such as serving tea and water. A monk's addiction.
The little brother who was holding the deer was listening while pulling the reins, but he felt that his rope was tight. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the two deer moving their hooves a little anxiously, with two pairs of eyes and four eyeballs staring at Xia on the top. Wushuang, for some unknown reason, he actually felt anxiety on the faces of the two deer.
The young man clutched the Lingshi and thought in confusion, he was hallucinating, how could he see anxiety on the deer's face...
Cold.
Someone below asked-
"Sect Master Xia, does the tide of evil spirits these days have something to do with you?"
It was quiet for a while, and then everything exploded.
After all, it was just a rumor at the beginning, and there was no real evidence. Now that someone pointed it out, people suddenly discussed in a low voice like mosquitoes and flies, but they did not dare to be too public. Thousands of burning eyes stared at Xia Wushuang. Waiting for her answer.
However there was no answer.
I don't know when, Xia Wushuang was wearing a snow-white gown, covering his eyes with one hand, his body trembling slightly, as if he was enduring something.
Neither speak.
Everyone looked at each other.
Someone below asked: "Sect Master Xia, does the tide of evil ghosts have anything to do with you? Why did the tide of evil ghosts appear after the puppet accident?"
On the mountain, the wind blew coldly.
The slender Xia Wushuang slowly moved his hand away, and a strong, subtle murderous aura permeated.
The disciples behind her all took a step back subconsciously, and some boldly whispered tentatively, "Master...?"
Black hair fluttered in the wind.
The slender snow-white hand moved away, Xia Wushuang's eyes were tightly closed, and one hand supported the Qingqing sword at his waist, and the slender petals of the other side's flower blood red faintly floated on the corner of the snow-white clothes.
"kill… "
The mountain wind was strong, and the disciples at the bottom couldn't hear clearly, "... Sect Master?"
"Xia Wushuang, the tide of evil spirits..."
It is said that more people are more powerful. Although I feel that Xia Wushuang is a little wrong, but relying on his own reasoning, Xia Wushuang is the leader of the faction and will not do anything too extreme. "Give an answer!"
The cold wind is rustling.
The rolling murderous aura spread from Xia Wushuang's body in an instant. The next moment, the snow-white long sword was unsheathed, and a icy and sharp cold light streaked in the air. The black hair flew up, and it unintentionally covered the girl's icy bloody pupils!