All in all, the results are gratifying—
The gangsters who had been in trouble for several months in Sanfang and Twelve Alleys were completely resolved on the first night they stayed.
The people in the alleys didn't know what happened at first, after all, there was an enchantment in the house. They didn't hear the cry or the cry. I just felt that the murderer was uncharacteristically, and didn't go down the mountain for some days.
It wasn't until the robbed property returned to their own courtyard inexplicably that the people realized it belatedly: the murderer was probably wiped out nine times out of ten.
It didn't take long for a saying to spread here.
It is said that before the murderer was eliminated, someone was knocked on the door by a doll dressed like a fairy boy and asked, "Why do people here close their doors?"
The man replied, "Because there are bandits."
If you think about it this way, then it's on the string!
It must be the little fairy boy or the little fairy boy's master who got rid of the bandits and kept safe.
People in the southwestern area like to study thaumaturgy, and because of this murderous incident, a kind of thing became popular at that time——
That is the result of adapting the legacy puppet technique and mixing it with folk law. It is to carve a villain out of wood, or draw a villain out of paper rags, and wrap them with silk ropes. It can be manipulated, and it can also be hung at the door as a door god.
I hope it can also be like that little fairy boy, with a spirit in the dark, protecting its master and keeping the house safe.
The people in that area gave this kind of thing a name, "Wooden boy".
Many years later, a person who also looked like a noble son passed by the southwest area, and saw the "Wooden Boy"'s practice, and he could see through it at a glance. Later, after several refinements by him, he came up with a strange method called "puppet".
But that's another story.
In the current Southwest Three Lanes and Twelve Alleys, "Mu Boy" is still quite a new and lively thing.
On the bustling long street again, you can often see some warlocks holding square flags, sitting cross-legged and helping people carve such things.
Lord Ling Wang likes such interesting things.
Even if he can pinch a row of lifelike real boys in the blink of an eye, it doesn't prevent him from seeing someone's warlock carving this on the street, so he can look at it with relish for a while.
Generally speaking, he just watches and doesn't mess around.
But that day, he and Xiao Fuxuan met a sorcerer outside Zhaixingfang, that carver... that was really a miracle.
Master Ling Wang looked at it intoxicated for a while, then he couldn't walk immediately, he tugged Xiao Fuxuan's sleeve, and said, "Wait a minute."
Xiao Fuxuan had a hunch that something was going to go wrong, and didn't really want to wait.
But Master Tianxiu's legs are more deceptive than others, once someone pulls his sleeves, he can't take a step, so he can only wait.
Wu Xingxue squatted down and said to the warlock, "Sir, do you have any spare time? We also want one."
The warlock waved his wooden knife and said, "Some are free!"
The people here are quite particular about carving wooden boys, and they usually describe them to the warlock based on the appearance of their own children or an ancestor. Therefore, warlocks often sculpt, listen, and confirm with each other.
The sorcerer was no exception, and asked, "What kind of sculpture do you want? You don't need to be too detailed, just talk about it in general."
Wu Xingxue let out a "huh", and her eyes fell on Xiao Fuxuan.
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
It can be said that it is no surprise.
as predicted.
He could see the end just by stopping.
He moved his lips and said, "Wu Xingxue."
Wu Xingxue gave him two "hmm" and said to the warlock, "Sculpt the head first?"
Warlock: "Yes, you understand quite well."
Wu Xingxue said: "Then tie your hair and wear a crown."
Xiao Fuxuan closed his eyes.
Hearing the sorcerer say "Okay", everything started to grind.
After a while, Tianxiu Shangxian held the sword and glanced at——
The warlock carved a ball head.
Row.
Just like that, the sorcerer still had the face to show Wu Xingxue the carved head, and asked, "Is that so?"
Wu Xingxue obviously laughed, and said, "Sir, continue."
The warlock asked again, "Where's the body? And the clothes."
Wu Xingxue glanced at Xiao Fuxuan again, his eyes were like bright crescent moons in a lake, and said, "Broad shoulders, narrow waist. The wrists are tucked away, and boots are on the feet."
Warlock said "Okay" again, and Rusha got busy.
As for his uncanny skill...
Naturally, the waist was not narrowed, and the wrist could not be restrained, so there was no need to mention long-legged boots.
In short, he was carved like a pier.
The warlock's wooden knife finally hesitated for a moment: "Well..."
In the end, Lord Ling Wang encouraged him without hesitation: "It's very good, you're so naive."
When he said this, Xiao Fuxuan saw that his shoulders were moving slightly, and obviously couldn't help laughing.
In this way, he is not enough.
He said to the warlock: "My house has eight eaves and two gates. You can carve more and more shapes and postures."
When the warlock heard that a big family had come, he felt that today was a good start. Immediately, the shadow of the knife flew, and while carving and returning, he pretended to confirm: "Or is it the wide shoulders and narrow waist?"
"Yep."
"Soap-coloured boots?"
"That's right."
"The one on the head is a white jade gilt crown?"
"yes."
The warlock was carving, and when changing the knife, he glanced at Xiao Fuxuan again from the corner of his eye. The point of the knife paused as it landed on his soap-coloured boots. Then his eyes slowly turned upwards, and he saw his tightly girded narrow waist, and the black wristbands that were revealed when holding the sword...
Then there's his deadpan face.
Warlock: "..."
So fucking scary!
At this time, it was too late to stop, and there was already a row of finished products in front of him.
There are all kinds of things, in various shapes, and all of them are charmingly naive.
The hands of the magician who finished the calf trembled.
But Lord Ling Wang was not at all, he accepted those "wood boys" with great satisfaction, and when he couldn't make a move, he turned his head and said to Xiao Fuxuan, "Lord Tianxiu, give me the money."
Xiao Fuxuan looked at him, and said in a low voice: "If you make fun of me, I have to give you money."
Wu Xingxue: "No way?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "OK."
They came through the door with the bunch of bric-a-brac.
The little boys gathered around to look at it curiously, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"
Wu Xingxue said: "Master Tianxiu of your town house."
Little boy: "?"
They stared blankly at the pile of things, and before they had time to ask again, they were taken away by a gust of wind that connected the world.
Then, Lord Lingwang personally experienced what is meant by "doing" and what is meant by tying the waist and wrists.
In the end, he was so confused that he couldn't hold back his panting while biting the loose straps.
…
***
It was past noon the next day.
The little boys who were potted came out of the pavilion, stretched and yawned.
The little boy transformed by Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu hung around his neck the spiritual object Xiao Fuxuan brought back from Haishi, and sat cross-legged on the wooden platform in the courtyard basking in the sun. The other dozen or so little boys couldn't stay still, and they were scattered all over the place in piles of three or five. Not to mention they looked very similar, and their clothes were pretty much the same.
Often at first glance, the number is innumerable.
One of the little boys was really counting with his fingers stretched out, his face wrinkled as he counted.
At this time of year, there is much rain in the southwest. It is rare to have a sunny day, and the light is bright. The windows of the main room were wide open, and Wu Xingxue was dressed in a cloudy white dress, leaning lazily on the side of the desk, watching Xiao Fuxuan wipe his sword.
Just like the little boy, the Immortal Spirit Sword also needs to be exposed to the sun and the moon at the right time.
He looked at it for a while, then raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the confused little boy, and asked, "Why are you frowning?"
The little boy said: "My lord, the number of boys in this courtyard is wrong."
Wu Xingxue was in a half-lazy and half-sleepy state at the moment, her voice was still a little hoarse, and she didn't like to make any effort to speak, so she asked, "What do you mean by counting incorrectly?"
Little boy: "There should be fourteen boys here, including me, right? But I counted them this morning and there seem to be fifteen. There is one more boy for no reason. What's going on?"
These little boys often commit a little foolishness, and when they are all in a state of restlessness, it is normal for them to count incorrectly.
Wu Xingxue didn't take it seriously, she raised her head and said nonsense, "That's the evidence that your lord had a good night."
Little boy: "?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "?"
Lord Tianxiu paused for a moment while wiping his sword, then turned his head to look at Wu Xingxue deeply, and was about to speak when he heard another boy by the window sill say, "Hey? My lord, there seems to be strange marks on the hilt of this sword."
Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue turned their heads together, and saw the little boy squatting aside, pointing to the word "free" on the hilt of the sword in a serious manner, and said: "This is here, it seems that someone has changed it."
Even though the traces are so faint, ordinary people can't even look at them. But after all, the little boy is pinched by the fairy aura, or the fairy aura of the former Lingwang, so his eyes are always sharper.
Xiao Fuxuan wiped the hilt of the sword with his thumb, then glanced at Wu Xingxue and said, "Well, someone changed it."
Everyone in Xiandu once knew that the magic weapon of the immortal is the most important thing, and it affects the vitality, so how can I let people other than myself touch it. So the little boy widened his eyes when he heard this, "Who is so bold?"
His Master Tianxiu moved his lips and said, "What do you think?"
The little boy and the Spirit King met each other's eyes, and after a while, they let out an "oh" out of nowhere.
Then this one can really touch casually.
When he was in Xiandu that year, Tiansu's sword was indeed moved by King Ling at will. But King Ling didn't mess around... that is, when he was teasing Xiao Fuxuan, he changed the word "free" a few times.
"Mian" was originally Xiao Fuxuan's name, tampering with the word "Mian" is like giving Xiao Fuxuan random nicknames.
Lord Lingwang likes to joke and enjoys it.
It's not that big of an impact...
That is to say, Xiao Fuxuan often took Tianzhao to go to the world to do business. On the way, he drew his sword and saw that the name on the hilt of the sword secretly changed at some point. "Unhappy" is written on the front, and "Can't be coaxed" is written on the back.
And so on, all kinds.
Sometimes Tianxiu has colorful expressions, and sometimes he shakes his head and smiles.
But no matter what kind, it's just a private conversation, "you know and I know".
There was only one time when Xiao Fuxuan allowed it to mess around and forgot to change it back. Just like that, he went back to Xiandu with the sword in his hand, and when he went to the Lingtai along the jade steps, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Sang Feng. That broken mouth was very worried, and immediately said: "Master Tianxiu, your sword seems to have been tampered with. How do you feel that the hilt... er... is different?"
Naturally, Xiao Fuxuan would not let others see someone's nonsense, so he covered the hilt of his sword and said softly, "It's just an alias."
Unexpectedly, this made-up excuse has been spread one after another, so that it is often mentioned even in the world, but no one has ever been able to say one or two.
And then forget each other...
This sword is like the magic weapon of other people, and no one has used it indiscriminately.
***
Because of the boy's question, Xiao Fuxuan was taken aback for a moment.
His expression was always very calm, and it is logical that no one should be able to see this moment of ecstasy. But there was a person beside him who never existed "reasonably speaking".
So Xiao Fuxuan regained his senses under the influence of the spirit sword.
And the reason why he was affected by the spirit sword was because someone moved the words on the hilt of his sword again after hundreds of years.
When he lowered his eyes, he saw that the hilt of the sword really changed...
"Xiao Fuxuan" is written on the front.
"My back hurts" was written on the reverse.
Tiansu: "..."
He turned his head angrily, and saw King Ling resting his head, immersed in the light, looking at him half sleepily and half smilingly.
Xiao Fuxuan was silent for a moment, leaned over, and fell into the enchantment smoothly.
…
The next day, there was another little boy.
Boys: "?":,,.