Fairy Banxia is a Sanxian. There are thousands of ways of cultivating immortals in the world. Some people cultivate immortals for the purpose of becoming princes and ministers, wealth and glory, and some people cultivate immortals just to pursue the Dao.
Pinellia is her honorary name, and she was born to cut Qiuluo. She got the name because she has a weird temperament, she can cut off people's tongues if she disagrees with her, and she is as poisonous as the dumb medicine Pinellia.
The pointing of the small sword changed from time to time, and the Spring Mark Sword traveled quickly for half a day, and finally stopped at a barren mountain after spending a full ten taels of deer glass.
"Master, over there!" Lin Xin pointed to a fallen tree.
Dwarf trees were broken in the middle, and scorched marks were everywhere. Zhu Xingli fell down and picked up a broken arm on the ground to check. It was a man's right hand, shriveled and bluish-white, still warm, and the dried blood had coagulated the cloth on the severed arm into lumps, and the original color could not be seen.
Throwing away the arm and replacing the little sword with a piece of deer glass, the little thing that was about to run out was like a live fish in the water, shaking its head and tail.
This little sword, named Moyu'er, is a secret treasure of the Zhu family in the Southern Region. To be able to get a fish, it must be Zhu Xingli's life-and-death acquaintance.
Touching the fish can find a specific person and bring them back, but only if there is enough deer glass.
With Lin Xin on his back, Zhu Xingli followed Moyuer through the forest, making several turns and turning around to the back of a rock, and a strong smell of blood came over his face.
"Zhu Yixiao, you crawled all the way here, I'm afraid I'm not dead!" Among the gravel and weeds, half-lying a woman with a delicate face, her skirt was stained with blood, holding a long sword with a gap in her hand. , with tense muscles and one leg curled up, he might pounce on someone and cut the throat of someone coming at any time.
"I think you're quite energetic, why don't I go down the mountain to buy a jug of wine?" Zhu Xingli said, but his movements were not slow, and he quickly sealed the opponent's vital points like a lotus flower, and pinched Give her the spiritual power of the pulse wrist.
"Who!" The young man who was running towards the spring wrapped in leaves shouted vigilantly, and drew out the dagger at his waist to rush over.
"Don't move!" A rapier protruded from behind and pressed half an inch to the neck. The young man Jianzhong was startled, and raised his head to avoid it, but bumped into Lin Xin who was holding a sword, and was locked tightly by him like a monkey hugging a tree.
Jian Zhong froze, and recognized that the one who healed his mother was Zhu Xingli whom he had met before, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you Uncle Zhu's apprentice?"
Tsk, so clever! Lin Xin let go of his sword, and looked up and down at this senior brother whom he had not seen for a lifetime. When I saw Jian Zhong for the first time, he had been with Zhu Xingli for a year. Maybe it was too hard to beg for food with the master's fortune telling, and he looked much thinner than now.
Now she still follows her mother's surname, she is about the same age as Shen Lou, and a little older than Lin Xin, she obviously hasn't started to twitch, and the sides of her cheeks are fleshy.
"Ahem, it's alright, don't bother." Jian Qiuluo pushed Zhu Xingli away, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and waved his hands to prevent him from infusing more spiritual power.
Seeing his mother vomit blood, Jian Zhong didn't care to talk to Lin Xin, and ran over quickly to support Jian Qiuluo, who was already unable to sit still.
Zhu Xingli's eyes turned red, he didn't know whether he was sad or angry, "You are really capable, you dare to cause trouble with your children."
"Who caused trouble? My mother has too many enemies, I don't even know who it is! Bah!" Jian Qiuluo spat out a mouthful of blood, and tightly grasped her son's hand, as if she had used all her strength, the back of her pale hand bulged With blue veins all over his body, he clenched his scissored hand to produce a circle of bruises, "Ahem... this little bastard will be handed over to you in the future..."
"Guarding doesn't care about living." Zhu Xingli didn't try to comfort her at all.
Jian Qiuluo laughed loudly, the laughter seemed to come from a bellows, with a whirring sound, "If he doesn't look for it, don't look for it, if he finds it, don't stay."
I didn't understand a sentence that didn't match the preamble, but Lin Xin knew it. Jian Zhong is the child born to Jian Qiuluo and Ren Chunfeng once, and this "he" should refer to Jian Zhong's father.
"Okay." Zhu Xingli responded in a low voice, and put the Gap Sword back into its scabbard.
"Cough cough cough... Nine deaths without regret, little bastard, remember mother's words..." Jian Qiuluo squeezed out the words from between her teeth, and then looked at Zhu Xingli, "Remember to burn the paper for me."
"..." Zhu Xingli did not speak, watching Jian Qiuluo suddenly close his eyes, his spiritual energy was cut off, and his soul returned to the sky.
"Mother... Mother!" Jian Zhong hugged her mother's corpse and cried bitterly.
This senior brother seldom cried, he always smiled as if he didn't have any worries, the only time in his previous life he was crying so sad was when his master died.
After dealing with the funeral of Jian Qiuluo, Zhu Xingli took the two children and continued to run around.
"From now on, I will be your senior brother." Lin Xin stood on tiptoe and patted Jianzhong's shoulder.
Jian Zhong gnawed on a piece of sesame seed cake, looked down at him, "But, I'm older than you."
"Senior brother is the one who gets started first, ask the master if you don't believe me!" Lin Xin looked at Zhu Xingli proudly.
Zhu Xingli was pouring wine into his mouth with the jug, and nodded indiscriminately, "Well, your senior brother is right, whoever gets started first is the senior brother."
Lin Xin, who felt he had taken advantage of his senior brother from the previous life, was very happy for a while.
Winter goes to spring, and the four seasons rotate.
The barbarian tribes in the Northern Desert gradually merged in the war with the Northern Territory, the small ones were wiped out by the big ones, and the big ones were annexed by the bigger ones. Not only did he not lose because of the war, but he was like a pack of wolves competing for food, and the wolf was selected in the fight.
There were intermittent battles, one dozen for six years.
"The prince is back!"
"The prince has returned to the Huan Xinghai!"
As soon as he turned back from the battlefield, Shen Lou jumped down from the spirit sword with a murderous aura all over his body. Yu Yuan, the natal spiritual sword, swirled in the air, and the vast spiritual power was like a rainbow piercing the sun, pressing down several mortals who came out to welcome the son to their knees.
With the sword in hand, Shen Lou stepped into Huan Xinghai with a cold expression, and a cold arrow suddenly pierced through the air.
"Om—" Yu Yuan set in the sun, and the aura turned into thousands of rainbow shadows, instantly shattering the iron arrow into three sections. The arrow without Luli clattered on the bluestone slab without making a sound.
"Brother!" Shen Yingying, who came flying with a quiver on her back, was amazed, "Why are you stronger than last time?"
"Nonsense!" Shen Lou frowned, turned and walked towards Fengjin.
"Hey, don't go," Shen Yingying quickly followed, walking backwards facing her brother, "I just came back from Yongdu, don't you ask me where I got?"
"Fourth." Shen Lou took off his armor, threw it to Zi Shu who was coming up, turned his wrist, and lay down on the soft couch with a plop, closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Got it right again! Shen Yingying pursed her lips, "You didn't go to hunt in Xianchi this year. It just made that kid from the Lin family show off. Zhong Youyu almost made my ears feel cocooned. You must go and see him this year."
"Miss, the son just came back, let him rest for a while." Zishu came over with a bowl of soup and advised Shen Yingying to leave.
When Shen Yingying saw the soup, she immediately shut up.
The son of Xuan Guogong was brave and unparalleled on the battlefield, and he was victorious in every battle, but he became a sick child when he got off the battlefield. I have seen doctors all these years, but I can't see why, I can only watch Shen Lou's body getting worse day by day.
Shen Lou slowly opened his eyes, took the medicine from Zishu's hand and drank it down.
With the growth of spiritual power, his body is getting worse and worse. After using spiritual power, there will be long-term pain waiting for him. The elixir that was originally used to replenish the body indiscriminately was replaced by a decoction that calms the nerves and relieves pain.
After drinking the medicine, Shen Lou's complexion improved obviously. He sat up and took Zhong Youyu's letter to read.
The brothers of the Zhong family were trapped in the capital, studying and practicing with the prince. Three years ago, their uncle Zhong Suifeng crowned the two of them at the age of fifteen in the name of setting up the family earlier when his father died young. He wanted to use this as an excuse to let Zhong Youyu return to the Western Regions to inherit the throne bit.
However, the emperor kept the record of the memorial to the duke of the state, and he insisted on detaining the two in Yongdu, so that Zhong Suifeng, who was in a hurry, continued to govern the Western Regions. The Zhong family gradually declined, and there was already chaos in the Western Regions.
Shen Lou rubbed the center of his brows and sighed softly. In this life, he had used his experience to end the Beimo Rebellion two years ahead of schedule, but he had no time to take care of the Zhong family. He now has more important things to do.
"Huang Ge, last time you said that Yanqiu has already been bought?" Shen Lou raised his eyes and asked Huang Ge who was standing in the corner.
"Yes, I moved in a year ago." Over the years, Huang Ge has been ordered to search for Zhu Xingli's whereabouts, and every time there is news, he has disappeared by the time he chases after him. Six years ago, the Shizi asked him to buy Yanqiu, saying that he was waiting for someone to buy it. After waiting for so many years, someone finally came to ask him last year.
The person who asked for the price happened to be Zhu Xingli.
Huang Shiwei admired the son's predictions like a god, and ran back happily to report the news, but the son went to the battlefield again.
"Qiu Ting, come with me to see father." Shen Lou changed into a black brocade robe, the black background with silver patterns made his face even paler. Eighteen-year-old Shen Lou, with a slender figure and a dignified appearance, does not look thin at all, but that handsome face that has never had a healthy color has always made people feel uneasy.
"Where are you going?" Shen Qirui looked at his son in surprise.
"To get medical treatment," Shen Lou lowered his eyes, "six years ago when Zhong's family was in a coma, I vaguely heard Zhu Xingli's words that he could be cured."
"Really?" Shen Qirui stood up suddenly.
Shen Yingying on the side stomped her feet angrily, "Brother, why didn't you say it earlier!"
"Zhu Xingli's whereabouts are uncertain, and he will not return to the Southern Region during the Chinese New Year. I have been looking for him for six years before I get any news," Shen Lou said with mixed truths. If there is a war, my father can take Qiu Ting there. She has already won the fourth place in Xianchi Hunting, so she can go to the battlefield."
Shen Yingying didn't know the meaning of her elder brother bringing her here just now, so the one who was waiting for her here suddenly cried, "Brother, I don't worry about you, let me go with you."
"No need." Shen Lou said lightly, turned and left, leaving only the old father with eyes full of relief and his own sister who wanted to cry but had no tears.
Wild Goose Hill is a small hill located at the junction of the Southern Region and the Eastern Region. The scenery is beautiful and the climate is pleasant. Zhu Xingli and his two apprentices wandered outside for four or five years, and finally settled in this area.
Zhu Xingli, who was so poor that he was begging for food, didn't even bat an eye when he bought the land, and he gave away boxes of gold and silver.
"It turns out that Master is so rich." Jian Chong gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun bought with fortune-telling money, looking at the vast land with emotion.
Lin Xin pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, the deer glass we cultivated in the future will be available, so go and ask Master for a piece."
Jian Zhong smiled and stretched out his hand to Master.
"Crack!" Zhu Xingli slapped back, "Whatever you want, our family is so poor that we can't get rid of it. You have to rely on yourself in cultivation, don't always think about relying on Luli."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Master: Poor, poor, poor
Lou Lou: If there is a chance to make money, do you want it
Master: What
Lou Lou: Sell Lin Xin to me
Master: Hehe, who do you think my Zhu family in the Southern Region is, who would sell their apprentices for your stinky money... How much will you give
Xinxin: (╰_╯)#