When I have a cold, my nose squirts so much that my head feels empty.
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The weather is great.
It was originally spring, but today the blue sky was so high and far away that it gave people a rare feeling of autumn.
There are very few clouds in the sky. If you look far into the distance, you can faintly see a line of white clouds on the very far horizon.
The clouds were also very loose and thin, just like the bones of Qing Ling's body, dry and without flesh.
"That girl is really heartless."
Thinking of Qing Ling, who gritted her teeth and ate a bowl of pork trotters and noodles before going out in the morning, and then looked at the clouds in the sky that were as thin as hers, Yin Xuege wanted to laugh.
The weather was so nice, and there was a stupid girl waiting for her at home, who was full of pig's feet and noodles, hugging her belly and moaning under the eaves.
"No need for divination, it will definitely bring good luck."
The weather was so nice and the mood was so good, so Yin Xuege smiled, and smiled warmly towards Heb Bobo.
Hebobo was stunned, then frowned, raised his head in disdain, and held the sword at his waist with his left hand. If there weren't too many nobles nearby, Yin Xuege felt that this guy would definitely draw his sword three inches out of its sheath and use the cold edge to intimidate him.
Touching the skin around her waist, Yin Xuuge smiled even more happily.
A quarter of an hour ago, the drama that the family heads of Weibei County raised their bets in the Holy Temple disappeared not long after it was played.
Under the instructions of Yin Jiuyou, no one of the family heads in Weinan County accepted the challenge, and everyone just made a fuss about it.
In the words of Yin Jiuyou's coffin-closing conclusion, those words were really wonderful. Thinking of it, Yin Xuege always felt eloquent.
"The Spring Hunting Festival is a sacred event performed by the Yin family in Weinan and Weibei for future generations to sacrifice to their ancestors and to comfort their ancestors."
"Children are shapeless. They make bets and fights based on their grievances, and talk about fighting for their lives. This is a children's game. How can you, gentlemen, behave like children? If you really bet on the gambling fight between the two children, and the legend spreads, how can it be done? Don’t you think that I, from Weinan to Weibei, are narrow-minded and just like a child?”
This is so well said, so wonderful, Yin Xuege loves to listen to it.
He continued to beat and beat, which stabilized the hearts of the families in Weinan, and also made fun of the heads of the families in Weibei.
A group of bosses, big and small, are all the masters of the family. They want to make a fortune from the gambling battle between two juniors. Isn't it embarrassing if this matter spreads? You old and dishonest people in Weibei can embarrass you, but we in Weinan County are among the 'princes'. Who will accompany you to embarrass yourself
This is so wonderful and interesting to say, and it suits Yin Xuege's thoughts very well.
Two children, talking about risking their lives for the sake of trivial matters. He said this in a calm voice, absorbing the bloody and ferocious smell in one go. In Yin Jiuyou's previous life, he must have been a street sweeper.
Yin Xuege didn't want to attract attention.
The gambling fight between him and Herbert Bobo was over a dragon and a carp. It can be said that it was two ignorant young people who had a dispute over a pet and met to hunt tigers and wolves in the jungle. The number determines the ownership of the pet.
Look, how nice is this tune set by Yin Jiuyou
There is no hint of conspiracy, no hint of sinisterness, it is just plain and fresh, the fresh smell of children playing is blowing in your face. Yin Xuuge likes this kind of smell. Don't pay too much attention to yourself. This will make it easier for you to do things.
After bowing to the ancient saint and making a gambling contract, the grand ceremony resumed, and everyone bowed to the saint and left the temple.
After completing the complicated etiquette, the sun had moved a foot away from the top of the head to the west, and the figures of the people had already tilted eastward for a long time.
The two major Yin families in Weinan and Weibei, as well as dozens of other wealthy families, were divided into two camps, with a total of more than 600 children participating in the gambling battle. Among them, the Weinan and Weibei Yin families contributed 198 elites, and the other families only sent out 15 people at most.
After everyone left the holy temple and stood in the square in front of the temple, onlookers from all sides came in one after another, and for a while there was a huge crowd and chaos.
In the last quarter of an hour, let the young people participating in the Spring Hunting Festival taste the last warmth of the world and pay homage to their parents.
Among the more than 600 people, 30% came out alive, which is a very good result.
Most of the young people will stay in the depths of Sijue Mountains and become food for animals. Perhaps this quarter of an hour is the last moment they want to get together with their loved ones.
Yin Xuege stood alone in the crowd, surrounded by crowds of people, but no one was related to him.
There were at least thousands of people with the same surname as him at the scene, but none of them had anything to do with him.
He is Yin Xuege, his name is Yin Xuege.
He looked up at the sky. The blue sky was extremely high, and only a few thin clouds could be seen in the very far horizon. When countless people around him were harassing and revealing his true feelings, what came to his mind was Qing Ling, who was as skinny as a stick and looked like a monkey, and...
Fatter than a pig, Yin Feifei
That large piece of moving white fat suddenly flashed through his mind. Yin Xuuge felt a chill all over his body and his stomach felt full.
He turned back and glanced at the gate of the temple.
Forget about that big fat man, why would he think of him
In the holy temple, the dragon and carp curled up obediently in the birdcage and were used as bargaining chips and enshrined on the incense table.
The Spring Hunting Festival lasts for three months. It is an important event that occurs once every ten years and cannot be treated casually. Hundreds of people of all races will survive for three months in the Four Jue Mountains stretching for thousands of miles, hunting wild beasts, or transforming into wild beasts to hunt humans, or being hunted by wild beasts and humans who are no different from wild beasts.
Within three months, this dragon and carp will stay in the temple obediently.
Three months later, Yin Xuege killed Hebo Bobo and left Sijue Ridge. Long Li was his.
"This guy!"
The streamlined figure of the three-inch long dragon carp flashed before his eyes, and he smiled knowingly.
A gasping sound came, and the big fat man who had just appeared in his mind suddenly appeared from beside him.
Yin Feifei walked on Yinfeng steps, like a fat and proud swan, struggling to break through the crowd and descending gracefully.
He grabbed Yin Xuuge's hand and pulled him to a secluded corner.
Yinxuegesi followed him to a secluded part of the square without hesitation. Behind a big tree with several people hugging each other, a dark iron-wood box was placed heavily in the shade. Yin Feifei's little eyes quickly darted left and right, and then he kicked the box hard.
"Boss, my father has prepared some good things for you."
Being made nervous by Yin Feifei's nervous expression, Yin Xuuge also quickly looked around and opened the lid of the box.
Inside the four-foot-long, one-foot-wide, one-foot-high, one-inch-thick iron-wood box, nine dark, dull alloy arrows were neatly stacked.
The entire body is made of a secret alloy unknown to Yin Xuege, and the triangular pyramid-shaped arrowhead is as long as one palm. Such arrowheads have extremely terrifying piercing power.
What made Yin Xuuge stunned was the total of thirty-six magic patterns on the arrowhead, arrow shaft, and arrow feathers.
Among the rune weapons, those with 39 or less French characters are low-grade rune weapons. The Yinxue Singer's Gale Crossbow with three patterns is a lower-middle-grade rune weapon. The Thunder Bow with nine patterns is a low-grade rune weapon. The keeper of the Yin family manor held the hurricane crossbow in his arms. It only had twenty-seven spells. It was considered a top-notch item among low-grade rune weapons.
The rune arrows in front of me are each engraved with thirty-six magic patterns. They are already mid-grade rune weapons.
What’s even more horrifying is that these are disposable arrows, not reusable crossbows.
Such arrows can even kill qi practitioners who have successfully practiced the art, all the acupoints in the art have been opened, the vitality of the whole body is like a dragon, and the qi flows through hundreds of meridians. If Hebo Bobo were hit by an arrow, it would be difficult to find even one piece of it that would be as big as a palm.
"Where did it come from?"
Yin Xuuge stuffed the iron and wooden box into the storage bag, turned to look at Yin Feifei coldly and shouted sternly.
Although medium-grade rune weapon-level arrows are not yet officially used by Qi practitioners, they are subject to strict official control because of their special long-range strike effects. Each of these rune arrows has a clear number, and each number corresponds to the official arsenal of a certain state or county. If there is any omission or loss, the relevant people will be exterminated.
Yin Feifei actually placed this head-destroying thing behind a big tree
He was afraid that he, his father, his nine wives, fifteen brothers and sisters, a whole family of twenty-eight maids, twelve servants, four gardeners, concierges, and coolies would not die quickly enough
"No problem. No problem at all."
Yin Feifei had never seen Yin Xuege look so fierce and stern. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his white flesh undulated like waves.
"Boss, my father is not as good as your father. Uncle Jiu Feng is a street patrol officer, and that is an official."
"My father is just a treasurer in Weinan. After working for 150 years, he can be regarded as a canonical official."
"However, officials also have their benefits. Every year in this warehouse, according to the "Law", there are always damages and destruction."
Staring at Yin Feifei's pinpoint-sized pupils, Yin Xuuge grabbed his neck.
"These things are destroyed according to law? Why are they here?"
Yin Feifei looked around carefully, then lowered his voice.
"It's not from the Weinan arsenal, it's from the Weibei arsenal's old inventory. The talisman is about to expire and will be destroyed according to law."
"My father used some tricks to get it from over there without knowing it."
After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuuge shook Yin Feifei's body hard.
"Where's the insider?"
"They're all dead."
Yin Feifei looked at Yin Xuege unambiguously.
"Living on the mountain, eating the mountain, relying on the sea, eating the sea, these things are inevitable no matter how strict the "Law" is."
Yin Feifei quickly recounted his father's philosophy of survival. Perhaps, this will also be his philosophy of survival in the long life span of thousands of years to come.
His father is a canonical official. Since he is an official, according to the "Law", he can be hereditary.
In this world, there are countless dynasties where official positions can only be inherited, titles can be hereditary, and official positions can also be hereditary. As the eldest son of his family, Yin Feifei will inherit his father's official position, but he will be demoted according to the law. His father is a canonical official, and he will just start as a deputy canonical official.
This set of survival philosophy, his father began to teach him various tips and tricks when he was sensible.
"A few little guys who don't know the heights of the world want to get some benefits. This thing is on the black market. One piece is worth twenty taels of gold."
Yin Feifei smiled kindly, his eyes filled with deep feelings for Yin Xuuge.
"This was an old thing fifty years ago. If there were any future troubles, it would have happened long ago."
"So, this talisman arrow is very clean. When you get to Sijue Ridge and encounter strong opponents, just use it."
"Even if the identity of the talisman arrow is found out, it will be the people of Weibei County who are unlucky and it has nothing to do with us in Weinan."
After a while of silence, Yin Feifei's plump hands patted Yin Xuuge's shoulders hard.
"Boss, I'm afraid of death and don't dare to go. I don't want you to die, so come back alive."
Yin Feifei was much taller than Yin Xuuge. He was fat and even a head taller than Yin Xuuge.
Looking at the astonishingly fat Yin Feifei, Yin Xuuge suddenly thought of the nonsense he and this fat man had done when he was young.
Because he was fat, he was bullied by children of his own race all day long. Only he, for some unknown reason, fell in love with this fat man and beat those children until they howled like ghosts.
Because he was afraid of death, Yin Feifei didn't pay attention to anything else. He was very familiar with the Yin Feng Step, even better than himself.
"Fear of death is a virtue."
"Who is not afraid of death?"
After punching Yin Feifei hard on the plump chest, Yin Xuuge lowered his voice.
"When I come back, come and live at my place. You can't live in my own house with your size. Uncle Jiuban, I can't control your mouth."
After glaring hard at Yin Feifei who was about to speak, Yin Xuege snorted coldly.
"You can only run for your life, but is it useful? I will supervise you to successfully temper your body, open your acupoints, and become a true Qi practitioner."
Looking up at the distant sky, Yin Xuege's tone became very erratic.
"Mortals can live for a thousand years; Qi refiners can still live for a thousand years. Even if they reach a state where the earth is shaking, the sky is shaking, and the stars and the moon are touching each other, if they don't accept the magic elixir, they will still live for a thousand years. This is destined."
"Only with the Five Qi Chaoyuan, and only with the Great Vehicle of the Spiritual God, can we go above the blue moon and enjoy thousands of years."
"Follow me, Feifei, follow me, I will take you to have a look at the seven full moons."
Yin Feifei's little eyes blinked wildly, and he looked at Yin Xuege pitifully.
"Cultivation is really too hard. If you open the acupoints and swallow the vitality of the world, if you don't do it well, your body will explode and die. I'm really afraid."
"It would be great for me to be a deputy magistrate. I will have countless gold and silver money. I won't have to worry about food and drink. I can find hundreds of women, and then..."
Looking at Yin Feifei with a lewd smile on his face, Yin Xuuge gave him a hard kick.
"Above the blue moon, the beauties are a hundred times more beautiful than in this Yuanlu world. Moreover, it is said..."
Looking sideways at Yin Feifei, Yin Xuege sneered again and again.
"The legendary art of yin and yang combined cultivation, which can make men want to die, die again and again, can only be passed down on the blue moon."
Yin Feifei was sluggish and stiff, and then his fair and tender face suddenly turned red.
Panting, he grabbed Yin Xuuge's shoulders and gritted his teeth.
"Boss, take me up. I want to kill them one by one!"
Yin Feifei patted Yin Feifei's arm in admiration, and Yin Xuuge smiled with satisfaction.
What a simple boy, what innocent dreams, what honest words. There is no hypocrisy at all, it goes straight to the heart, and it goes straight to the road. The two words "Sun Death" are remarkable. They are the most incisive and essential words that Yin Xuege has heard in the sixteen years and two months since he came to this world. word.
Men, as male creatures, have a primitive urge to reproduce. What’s the point of talking about those romantic words
Go to the nine heavens, go to the seven full moons, follow your heart, and do what you want to do and what you should do.
The high-pitched horn sounded, and the loud shouts of Yin Jiuyou and Yin Baji came from the square.
He hugged Yin Feifei forcefully and complained that Yin Feifei was too fat and majestic, and he couldn't hold this guy in his arms.
Shaking his head, he walked towards the square without looking back, towards the dozens of giant monster birds slowly descending from high altitude.
These demonic birds are clear and watery 'Moyun Dapeng', with a wingspan of more than ten feet, and can be ridden by twenty or thirty people.
All the disciples participating in the Spring Hunting Festival, as well as the heads of each family and prominent figures, will ride on this thing and rush to Sijue Mountains, eight hundred miles away.
It is a large mountain range that traverses the fifteen counties of Qizhou, Kunzhou, and Qianzhou in the Kunwu Kingdom. The main line is seven thousand miles long. There are towering ancient trees, deep mountains and canyons, cliffs, swamps, and rapids. There are poisonous insects, fierce beasts, and monsters and birds.
Of course, there are also rare flowers and plants from heaven and earth.
The children of all ethnic groups participating in the Spring Hunting Festival will be randomly thrown into various places in the Four Jue Mountains alone. In three months, they will follow the positioning talismans on their bodies, either vertically or horizontally, or fight in groups, or snipe alone, killing animals, birds, and living people in the mountains.
The locating charm on everyone has a certain range, and it will notify someone nearby within three hundred miles.
Within a hundred miles, the talisman vibrates, letting you know the approximate location of the incoming person.
Within thirty miles, the talisman will point out the exact direction and distance of the person coming.
Thirty miles away, for an elite young man with at least the power of a cauldron, he could arrive in a quarter of an hour at most, even in the mountains with complex terrain.
Thirty miles is the most dangerous distance between life and death. If it's a meeting of the same clan, it's fine, but if it's an enemy meeting, it can only be blood-splattered for five steps.
Amidst the shouts of countless people of all ethnic groups, the children of all ethnic groups participating in the Spring Hunting Festival walked onto the back of Moyun Dapeng.
With a clear chirp, Moyun Dapeng soared into the sky, flying hundreds of feet above the ground towards the south.
Sijue Ridge is just south of Weinan City, a mere 800 miles away. For Moyun Dapeng, it is only a quarter of an hour's journey.
Yin Xuuge stood on the back of Dapeng facing the wind, and he did not look back.
Although there are people who care about him in the city, there are stupid girls and maids who are as skinny as firewood, there are also die-hard brothers who are as fat as pigs, and even the dragon carp that haunts him.
But he didn't look back. Ahead was Si Jue Ridge, where he wanted to kill Hebo Bobo.
There, he wants to win over the dragon and carp openly and take back what originally belonged to him.
The strong wind roared, and a quarter of an hour passed in an instant.
Dozens of Moyun Dapeng spread out and flew towards the white-capped mountains ahead.
Yin Xuuge suddenly heard Hebo Bobo's voice. He turned around and saw that dozens of feet away, Hebo Bobo pulled out half of his sword and yelled at him.
"Yin Xuege! Remember me, Hebo Bobo! The next time we meet, it will be your death!"
Pointing in the direction of the Moyun Dapeng flying high under his feet, Herb smiled confidently.
"I'm in that direction. If you have the guts, come over."
"I remember where you are, and I, Hebo Bobo, will come to you and kill you first."
(End of chapter)