The steamship let out a long sigh, and Pang Jian came back to his senses, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and waved his hand at Xi Ping: "I will report this matter to Xianmen, don't worry about it, your master called you here to help me investigate the remnants of evil spirits." of."
Xi Ping immediately said: "Brother, so you don't think it's evil spirits who colluded with the Shu people?"
Pang Jian: "..."
No, I lost my mind.
It's not scary to bring up children, he likes young people quite a lot, and Xiong Dian is actually fine, after all, he himself is not serious.
But just like this, it's so annoying to let him catch the loophole without carefully considering a word! A guy like Xi Shiyong is suitable for spending time with dumb people.
"You..." Pang Jian was dumb for a long time, and said helplessly, "When you shouldn't be smart, you don't have to react so fast."
This matter should be dealt with according to the normal way of thinking. The most reasonable explanation should be this: the evil Liang Chen, who claims to be Tai Sui, is on the surface a mine manager, but in fact he is a national thief. Foreign countries are dark. Eight years ago, Liang Chen left the South Mine for retreat for some reason, and left one of his confidantes—the unknown "Wu Chang Yi" in the mine.
The above causal beasts can all testify.
In this way, as long as the evil remnant headed by Wuchangyi is caught, this appalling case of theft of spirit stones that spanned hundreds of years will be revealed. At that time, the evils that should be punished and the evils that should be eradicated will be clear at a glance, and they will have their own explanations for the souls of the mining accidents that have been floating on the South Mine for hundreds of years.
But obviously, Pang Jian was not prepared to accept this "reasonable explanation".
"I understand that for a long time, such a large amount of spirit stones have been embezzled and man-made mine disasters have never been investigated. It is impossible for a small group of evil spirits to do it. If that is the case, Jinping should change his dynasty." Xi Ping said quickly "Furthermore, I think most of those evil spirits are very poor. They recruit new believers and only feed them green ore powder, which makes all the monks under him indifferent. If the evil spirit surnamed Liang has the ability to get so many spirit stones , still need to mess with those mud legs?"
Pang Jian's face darkened, and he stopped him: "You know a fart, don't talk nonsense."
Xi Ping continued: "The strangest thing is that last night, the people stationed in the mine pretended to be evil spirits to visit the Nanshu garrison. What the hell, the Mining Office can control people, first find out the thieves in your own family, and then go to other countries to ask for an explanation, why bother to go so far away?"
Pang Jian: "You are the only one with a mouth!"
Xi Ping: "So those who colluded with Nanshu must be people they dare not investigate clearly."
The last words of the two were spoken almost at the same time, and Pang Jian's expression was as if he had just been hungover and was smashed by someone, pointing at Xi Ping for a long time, speechless: "...you do me a favor, save the old man Let's do it."
Putting his broken hand in his bosom, Xi Ping selectively "doesn't understand human speech", his eyes are as bright as stars that Jinping doesn't deserve, and he has the youthful spirit of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
It reminded Pang Jian that he had just reached the crown.
Pang Jian looked at him, his tone was involuntarily gentle and stable, and he said patiently: "Shiyong, there are some things in this world that are not as enjoyable as catching evil spirits. Whoever hurts the world and justice will be taken, and everyone will have a hearty fight. … It’s not that easy to walk on earth.”
"I know, someone like Liang Chen and the others has no roots. If it is found out that he has done something immoral, everyone will be happy. Just take it down. There is no difference between Xianmen and the imperial court. Anyone else..." Xi Ping rolled his eyelashes He blocked his view, "For example, those whose surname is Zhao and whose surname is Lin can't do it. If you have to blend up and down, the big and small immortals will drive it a hundred times, and then invite Xingchenhai. When the stars, moon, gods and mortals all nod, Things can only be concluded."
Pang Jian: "... your master doesn't care about you anyway."
Xi Ping asked, "Brother, what are you going to do?"
Pang Jian is not a person who loves to explain, so he didn't plan to say anything to Xi Pingxi. But General Zhi handed him a wild dog without a leash, and if he couldn't see it for a moment, he didn't know what would happen. So he had no choice but to say plainly: "I will investigate to the end and keep it secret."
The purpose of tracing to the end is to break the barrier, and keeping it secret is for the overall situation.
He is the governor of Tianji Pavilion, and he is no longer the little sufferer who lost his life in the mine accident a hundred years ago.
"Then report to Xuanyin Xianshan, and let Xianshan rule."
Xi Ping asked, "Then what if the fairy gate is cut to the wrong size?"
"Speak human words to me, I know you can speak." Pang Jian almost made him lose his temper, paused, and then said almost earnestly, "Shiyong, when I was your age, , I also feel that I am the only one in the world who is most eager to be righteous and righteous, and I am the most reasonable. But in fact, Xuanyin Thirty-six Peaks, the powers above the foundation establishment all have the heart of the Dao, and the heart of the Dao is innocent. Punishment. Immortal Gate... Naturally, there is a reason for Immortal Gate."
"Oh," Xi Ping said calmly, "Understood, Mr. Pang."
"If one day, the justice in your heart is against your family, country, teacher, parents and teachers, what should you do?" Pang Jian sighed, "Be honest, don't mess around, if you really don't understand, just write The letter asks your master... I am about to become your mother. I think your flesh and blood will grow back one day, so you can rest well and don't drink alcohol."
After finishing speaking, he got up and went back to his room. When he walked to the door, he remembered something again: "By the way... that little hapless girl named Wei Chengxiang who committed evil in the factory area in the southern suburbs, do you have any impression?"
Xi Ping: "..."
I was very impressed, I just set off to become a saint in the evil base camp.
Pang Jian didn't pay attention to his suddenly froze face, and just said: "General Zhi asked me to settle her down. I saw that she was not very old, and I wanted to find someone to adopt in Jinghua Village—oh, Jinghua Village, you may not know , that is a place where people walk in the world, a small village transformed with mustard seeds. Practice is lonely, and the family is burdened and heavy. Some people walk in the world and pretend to be a mortal family. The descendants of the family live there, which is convenient for protection. The place—then it caught up with the explosion in the southern suburbs of the factory that day, and the Tianji Pavilion was also in a mess, and the subordinates were not doing their job well, and people were lost. I have already sent someone to look for it."
Xi Pingping said indifferently: "It's okay, forget it if you can't find it, maybe you went back to your hometown to find relatives."
Wei Chengxiang wanted that if there was a human-like relative, no matter if they were old, weak or sick, she would not be alone in the southern suburbs, burrowing into the stinking mouse alley every day to keep warm.
Pang Jian was as careful as a hair, and logically he would immediately feel that something was wrong, but when he heard this, he just nodded and said with a sigh: "It's good to have relatives."
Xi Ping watched his back, and said in his heart: Brother Pang's flying spirit hasn't come back yet.
The half-immortal... the half-immortal half has both the Dao heart and the overall situation, and it is hard to calm down in the human heart.
His injured hand jerked, and Xi Ping hissed. But he saw Xi Yue running over with an old book without a leather cover, turned it to the middle, and pointed to a monster to show him. The monster's shoulders were raised high, and the place where the long hands should have turned into a pair of sharp blades. The face and scalp were covered with magic circles, and there was no room for the five sense organs. Thousands of miles, tireless, still alive, killing enemies.
Xi Yue: I want to change it to this. I have memorized the magic circle, and the young master can just follow my thoughts in the dragon taming lock.
Xi Ping waved his hand: "Get out."
Xi Yue begged him: I want to be more useful.
Xi Ping scoffed at Xiao Banou's ambition. He himself is an interesting and useless person, and he doesn't understand at all why he must pursue "usefulness" in life.
"The steam engine is the most useful. I'll send you to the factory to blow it up. Oh, I'll let you find out how to change it so that you can talk, grow taller, and look more human. Find out how to become an ugly monster!"
Xi Yue fell silent, he didn't want to talk at all, there was no need to talk to others, it was enough to "talk" to Xi Ping with the dragon taming lock... He always suspected that once he could talk, Xi Ping would remove the dragon taming lock destroy.
Xi Ping said: "If you dare to grow up like this, I don't want you."
Xi Yue closed the booklet with a "snap", and carried it behind her back in horror.
Xi Ping wanted to smile, but when he pulled halfway through his smile, it hurt and changed shape, and the broken finger bones began to gather together.
Ten fingers connected to his heart, his trembling fingertips seemed to elicit pain all over his body, and even his back began to feel numb. But he still tried his best to keep silent because Xi Yue was there.
In his opinion, Xi Yue is a little thing with incomplete intelligence, except when he is lying in bed until he is unconscious, the young master also wants to save face.
He gritted his teeth and breathed lightly and slowly, leaned on the couch and closed his eyes to sleep, thinking about the one-day trip to the eighteenth floor of hell the night before, and thinking about Master for a while.
It's already past 10 o'clock today, and the master didn't give him any homework, so he must have known that he was in the underground palace of the Shu kingdom at that time. Xi Ping thought: Master's spiritual consciousness can watch this place... this ghostly place full of dangers and evil spirits.
For so many years, that person has been sharpening his sword alone in the ice and snow, and sometimes casts his eyes on the land of chaos, seeing everyone fighting for the spirit stone made of blood and flesh of the people of chaos, seeing the people of chaos living carelessly... What does it feel like in his heart?
Xi Ping suddenly felt a little regretful, he shouldn't be in a hurry to go down the mountain, at least he should spend a new year with Master at Feiqiong Peak.
At this time, Xi Ping was inspired and felt that Senior Brother Pang next door had released "Wen Tian" and headed towards Xuanyin Xianshan.
If one day, the justice in your heart is contrary to your family, country, teachers, parents and mentors, what should you do
Xi Ping smacked Senior Brother Pang's words, and said that Senior Brother Pang looked like a bandit, and his integrity was so upright that it was admirable.
But the admiration is the admiration, he is not convinced - he has rebelled against all the kings, relatives and teachers of the world, isn't that evil
Since this is the case, why not wait for evil things.
For example, this time he came here for the surname Zhao. Does it need to be publicized so that the whole world knows about such a trivial matter? In his opinion, there is no need to seek justice from the teacher, let alone seek redress from the court... Anyway, Miss Chen's family doesn't even have a handful of ashes, let alone a living person, and it is impossible to seek justice after all the hardships. I don't know who will be cheaper in the future.
As long as it is confirmed that Zhao Zhenwei is the culprit and the debtor, then he will kill him quietly and put the blame on Xie Chong.
Under the Nine Springs, the whole Chen family in Ning'an has been waiting for a long time, and let them figure out what is outstanding in the world.
"Uh..." Just as his mind was twisting his mind, the broken bones of another finger came together unexpectedly, and Xi Ping seemed to have been whipped by an iron whip from his shoulder to his hand, and he was rolled in pain, "Xi Yue ...Xi Yue..."
Hearing that his voice was not right, Xi Yue poked at the side at a loss, wanting to touch him but not daring to touch him.
Xi Ping barely heard: "Bring me wine."
Xi Yue hesitated for a moment: that Pang Dutong just now seemed to say...
Xi Ping hit the bed with his good hand: Is he right or am I right? Are you towards him or towards me
Xi Yue was afraid that his movements would hurt the wound, so she hurriedly covered his hand that hit the bed, and nodded hurriedly: You are the best to you, so I will take it for you.
He ran to get a small jug of wine, and handed it to Xi Ping before he vaguely realized that something was wrong—whoever has a reason to follow whom... Is this the same thing
Xi Ping drank half a jug of wine in one gulp, and the suddenly heated blood seemed to open his numb meridians. He breathed a sigh of relief, and a doubt suddenly arose in his heart: By the way, why did Senior Brother Pang suddenly remember Ah ringing
After Pang Jian sent out "Wen Tian", he cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts and sat down in meditation.
It is said that among the eight hundred psychedelic formations, none of them can trap Pang Jian in the Tianji Pavilion. Because the Tao of Breaking Obstacles always seeks the truth, and is never trapped by confusion, the mind of Breaking Obstacles is tempered by breaking free from illusions one after another.
The sea of consciousness that he honed his Dao Xin was surrounded by clouds and mists, full of illusions... just like the miasma that lingered on the South Mine for months when he opened his spiritual aperture.
When a mining disaster occurs in the Ling Mine, the spirit energy scurrying among the spirit stones will often excite Shi Xue, forming a special kind of miasma called "Qiong Fang Miasma". Those priceless snow brew ingredients are hallucinogenic when untreated, stronger than any snow brew.
Pang Jian is actually not a "survivor" of the mining disaster. When the collapsed Ling Mine buried the miners' resident below, he happened to go to the pier with his partner to pick up the merchant ship, and he was not inside.
That unprecedented mine disaster created a miasma like a hill, and the miasma lingered for more than a month, and those precious and deadly spirit stones continued to slide down, even the half-immortals stationed in the mine did not dare to approach. Only he crazily broke in while the stewards were not paying attention.
At the beginning, he also knew how to cover his mouth and nose with wet clothes, holding a glimmer of hope to find someone in the miasma and ruins.
However, he found that he was exhausted, his fingers were bloody and bloody, and he only pulled out distorted corpses, all of which were people he knew before he was alive.
When the young Pang Jian dragged out his parents who could no longer see their original appearance, he finally couldn't help crying.
At this moment, he heard a faint call for help: "Brother..."
Pang Jian was shocked. He had a younger sister who was two years younger. She grew up later than ordinary girls. She was still a child at the age of thirteen. Because of her small size, she was stuck in a corner where adults could not enter by the door beams and stones, and survived.
The girl who survived gave him a boost of energy, and Pang Jian changed from a desperate fatherless boy to an indomitable big brother in no time. It took him two full days to calmly and patiently dig her out with his hands against the rocks that might fall down at any time.
At this time, Qiong Fang miasma has become a maze, the outside cannot get in, and the people inside cannot get out.
Pang Jian said: "It's okay, no matter how big the miasma is, one day it will dissipate. I will take you out. After my parents are gone, I will support you. In two months, I will be old enough to go to the mine... The stewards all know each other. I won't want me."
He took his younger sister to survive and searched for food from the ruins, and within a few days there were no grains left. The boy had no choice but to carry his little sister behind his back, and quietly cut the flesh from the corpses that died in the mining accident, pretending to be animal flesh and taking them back to eat... In the miasma of Qiongfang, the corpses are neither rotten nor rotten.
In the end, there was almost no food to eat, and the miasma had not dissipated. Pang Jian was at a loss for what to do, but found a live deer that somehow ran in.
He took out a pair of bows and arrows from his body, he was ecstatic and dizzy from hunger, he didn't have the energy to think about where the bows and arrows came from. He shot the deer with a bow and shot it down in one go, and happily shared the deer's leg with his sister.
That night, for the first time, he saw the blurred shadow of the moon in the miasma of Qiongfang, and thought optimistically: if there are living creatures running in, the miasma must be dispelled.
Pang Jian's premonition was right, the miasma that had lasted for two months was finally going to be digested by the spirit mine formation.
Two days later, the monks rushed in wearing miasma-repelling charms and masks, and soon someone found him and exclaimed: "Look, there is a man here! There is a living man!"
"No..." Pang Jian thought in a daze, "There are two."
They were chattering about "the spiritual orifice filled with Qiongfang miasma". Someone stuffed a elixir into his mouth and kept asking him what his name was, who his parents were, and where his family was. Someone, tell him not to get confused, and keep the Lingtai clear.
Pang Jian didn't know what "Lingtai Qingming" meant, but felt that the elixir was so bitter that the root of the tongue was numb. He swallowed with difficulty, and the elixir began to drive away the miasma accumulated in his body, and his seven orifices were filled with Shi Xue's special floral and fruity fragrance.
The fragrant Pang Jian grabbed the corner of the other party's clothes: "My sister..."
"what?"
"My sister... is also... she is young, the elder will save her first, and she is..."
The resident manager of the mine changed his expression when he heard this, he was silent for a moment, and said falteringly: "You...don't worry, my colleagues have already..."
His words came to an abrupt end, because at this moment, two miners who didn't know anything lifted a small corpse out and hit Pang Jian's eyes—at this time, the cruel elixir had already blindfolded him Eyes of sweet dreams blown away.
The little girl's body had been stiff for a long time, her head was deformed, and a spirit stone was still embedded in her skull. But other places are well preserved, the clothes are even neat, and someone has been taking care of her as a living person... only the corpse is missing a leg.
Next to the extinguished fire, there is a clean leg bone lying there, human.
It turns out that the little girl, the little deer, and the longbow that can be hit with one blow... are all a dream in Qiongfang's miasma.
After waking up from the dream, his spiritual aperture connected to the heaven and the earth, and he vowed never to be confused by any illusions again.
But this day he almost lost his skills. After entering meditation, he couldn't get out of the miasma in the Lingtai. Just when Pang Jian began to feel anxious, the sound of the piano suddenly pierced the fog in front of him.
It is an unlucky revival tune.
Pang Jian followed the sound of the piano, opened his eyes, but did not move. He sat there quietly, listening to the sound of the piano next door that could penetrate the altar.
As the night fell, the ship trembled slightly, and the small window of the cabin was swept by the lighthouse, and they finally arrived at the Dawan station.
At the same time, Wei Chengxiang and his entourage who traveled by land were also taken to the Dawan resident—Dawan has well-developed commercial routes, with the most merchants traveling to and from chaotic places, and the resident is more like the world than other places. A lively town has almost developed near the pier, and many inns have hung Spring Festival couplets in response to the occasion.
Although it is not as good as compared with domestic ones, it still looks good... Anyway, it is the best inn that Wei Chengxiang has ever stayed in.
The mysterious person who came to pick her up arranged her in a separate room with tea and fruit.
She studied for a while to figure out how to peel the fruit, took a bite but spat it out.
Snow Brew—she knew it, it was lychee.