When Ding Ning pulled a full cart of wine jars and the brewing utensils back to the yukata wine shop, the afterglow of the sunset had dyed the eaves of the green tiles into black color, and the roll of silver-gray mushrooms just floated to the door of the wine shop and landed gently on his shoulders.
Ding Ning reached out and grabbed it. The touch was cold and delicate, like a thin jade as a cicada's wing, but it had an indescribable vitality, as if he was holding a living world.
Changsun Qianxue leaned on the door frame of the back kitchen to peel pears. The peel of the frost blade slid into the pottery jar and happened to fall on the surface of the fermented wine marinade. The myceliums that were enlightened by "Taixu Jade Arts" suddenly jumped up and decomposed the pear skin into fine jade star seeds.
Hearing the door, she raised her head, her eyes fell on the mushrooms in Ding Ning's hand, and her brow raised slightly: "Is this what Zhao Qing sent?"
Ding Ning nodded and spread the mushrooms. The silver mycelium trembled slightly in the air, emitting a faint light of inspiration.
He browsed it briefly: "This is the second skill of "Taixu Zodiac Art", which is more mysterious than the first level. It emphasizes the condensed yin and yang talisman seeds and simulates thousands of changes in true qi..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, and a smile appeared on his face. He bent down and pulled out a bundle of bacon wrapped in oil paper from the bottom of the basket. The steaming heat wrapped in the aroma of pepper and salt spread across the counter, but when it touched the three-foot range of Changsun Qianxue, it condensed into frost particles and fell to the ground.
"The newly made smoky ham from Zhang Butcher in the west of the city." Ding Ning pulled the hemp rope and the paper pages soaked in the oil peeled off. "Now I can finally 'discover wealth', so I went to Dongcheng to buy 300 kilograms of bitter buckwheat and the hump charcoal from Lao Hu in Xishi. When I passed by, I bought a few foods."
Changsun Qianxue used the tip of a knife to pick up a transparent pear meat: "The sound of the tiger and wolf army's iron hooves quarreled for three hours." She stared at the boy's side face reflected by the fire, "You have the leisure to stroll around."
Ding Ning broke apart the pine wood and threw it into the stove. Mars splashed in the cracks of the blue bricks and whispered: "The patrol camp has sealed seven streets, and even the fishmongers on Zhushui Bridge are spreading-" He suddenly lowered his voice and imitated the slang in the market, "It is said that Chu Manzi was punished by God!"
The pottery jar on the stove rose white mist, and the sourness of the fermented wine koji mixed with the newly added spiritual energy passed through the window frame.
Ding Ning scooped up a spoonful of wine and molting, and a silver light like star sand floated in the amber slurry: "The 17 silk and satin shops on Chuguan Street sealed red lacquer seals, and I don't know how many foreign merchants have captured. It is said that secret letters colluding with Qi people were seized."
"Is this torture and force confession? If I lose the chess piece of Li Lingjun, I will use the interrogation to lead the disaster to the Qi Dynasty?"
Changsun Qianxue watched the other party pour half a bag of millet into the jar. The originally gray grains radiated a bronze luster when they touched the bacterial blanket: "What can I ask for under the torture instruments that have been quenched with red flame sand?"
"Zheng Xiu's common method is to fill in the shortcomings and check for leaks, and to squeeze out the last value of the dead..."
Ding Ning smiled coldly, and he bent his fingers to flick the bacterial species. The rustling sound of spring nibble in the jar sounded in the jar: "At the third hour of Shen, the storytellers in the south of the city began to sing "Li Ling's Soul Lie" and said that many royal families of the Chu Dynasty were crazy. From beggars in the East City to Hu Shang in Xishi, twenty-seven versions emphasized that 'when the attack occurred,'"
"Mr. Liling has always done good deeds and virtues, and only does some pickled things when he is sick - do you believe it?"
"I've heard of it, and I'm really good at making up stories, but the theory of the two souls happens to explain his capriciousness."
Changsun Qianxue frowned slightly and took two bundles of newly purchased purple frying: "But Zheng Xiu dared to use the heart-killing theory of 'the princes of the Chu Dynasty are often disabled', so why would he not be afraid that the Emperor of Chu would be furious?"
"This is the cleverness." Ding Ning spread the mushrooms on the table soaked in wine. The silver sand showed the second level of skill as the water stains appeared, and while reading, he said: "This morning, I mentioned to you the thirteen princes who were granted by Emperor Chu in recent years..."
Changsun Qianxue's pupils shrank slightly: "I remember what you pointed out in particular is that seven of them died before they could reach the crown?"
"To be precise, six people died suddenly and one person disappeared."
Ding Ning nodded with a serious expression: "The newly circulated prophecy of 'Li Zhu Huaji, swallowing the star and committing suicide' is just Zheng Xiu's secret that Emperor Chu fears the most. It not only confirms the madness of Li Lingjun, but also makes the people of Chu suspect their own royal family, especially the bloodlines of the Chu emperor of this generation, which contains curses."
"At the same time, this theory of soul-leaving hysteria and schizophrenia left enough room for the future reversal of the case. When the lost Chu Zhengzi became a pitiful person who was sometimes crazy and sometimes crazy, no one could explore his true position. The madman, loyal minister, and martyr were all changed by Yuanwu's needs."
"It's both holy and crazy - it's so holy that it can gather the hearts of the people in Chu, so crazy that it can pour dirty water at any time." The dusk wind blew the noise of the market and squeezed into the crack of the window. Changsun Qianxue listened to the sound of the clapper in the distance and suddenly raised her eyebrows: "If this Liling Jun has a posthumous child..."
"To be precise, I must have a 'leftover', whether it is genuine or fake."
Ding Ning carefully corrected the wrong statement of "Xiao Aunt": "The dead can no longer speak, and the living can inherit hatred and power. Therefore, the orphans of Lilingjun will surely appear in time and become a banner set by the Qin Dynasty."
Changsun Qianxue nodded thoughtfully and immersed the purple firewood in her hand into the wine: "In this way, Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu's next move is to launch this 'orphan'? But will Emperor Chu cooperate so much and admit his existence?"
Ding Ning sneered: "It is not to make Emperor Chu believe it, but to let the powerful and tyrants in Chu Jing get a suitable excuse - it is impossible to say that the orphans who were fabricated this time will be packaged as rare people who are not contaminated with "curses", and turn into the only 'hope' that will clear the pure bloodline."
The rustling sound of mycelium growing from the deep cellar came from, and the newly cultivated Taixu yeast was gnawing on the pottery jar.
After a while, Ding Ning read the main text and annotations of the entire ritual: "I didn't expect that this second chapter originally used the brewing process to interpret Zhoutian's transportation. In the appendix, some training was also written, which cultivates 'different yeast' and brews medicinal wine Linglu, and are all low-cost formulas."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The 'Qinghua Yuzhen Liquid' corresponding to 'Shaoyang Biochemical Bacteria', the 'Dunfu Zhenyun Fungus' corresponding to 'Duanfu Zhenyun Fungus', and the 'Sutian Mujiang Fungus' corresponding to 'Shaoshang Sujiang Fungus' corresponding to 'Sutian Mujiang Fungus' are all more in line with the skills you and I practice... It seems that I have to buy some mulberry branches tomorrow, sorghum comes back to serve as raw materials for brewing."
He suddenly approached a wine jar on the side, and the void outlined the "three steamed and three brewed" runes needed to make wine. The mycelium suddenly burst out with bright silver light, and the liquid in the jar began to layer.
The upper layer was as clear as glass, the middle layer was filled with light golden mist, and the bottom layer was precipitated with crystals like black jade. Ding Ning scooped up a spoonful of golden mist and poured it on his left hand. The wine condensed into a nephrite-like cream, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
"Is this the first jar of spiritual wine brewed using the "Taixu Jade Art"?"
Changsun Qianxue came over curiously, and saw the "wine jade" in the other party's palm gradually melting and seeping into the pores along the skin texture. She couldn't help but look surprised, "Can it be absorbed directly? Is it the kind you just said?"
"It is the 'Guangyin Mixing Fungus' left by Senior Zhao Qing in the morning, and the best 'Taixu Chong Heyin' is brewed..."
Ding Ning felt the warm current transformed by the wine jade and wandering through the meridians and the sea of ​​qi, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction: "This spiritual wine can harmonize the yin and yang of the internal organs, and is most suitable for your practice of the coldest method. If you spooned it, you are afraid that it would be worth the spiritual pill priced at 100 taels of gold in the 'fish market'."
"But the fire in Lilingjun's Mansion has not yet been extinguished." Changsun Qianxue suddenly said.
Ding Ning added some newly bought water and water into the wine songs, and looked up when he heard this: "But the people of Changling have already smelled the fragrance of wine." He bent his fingers and popped open the window frame, and the evening breeze wrapped around the noise in the market...
"Have you heard that? When Li Lingjun got sick, he tore his face!" The old man selling wontons at the entrance of the alley was knocking on the edge of the pot with a colander, "It was said that red tentacles emerged under the skin, which was possessed by demons! He had to burn more than a dozen stacks of cinnabar "rebirth mantra" every day!"
"Why did I hear that Li Lingjun will become a woman after he gets sick?" Three porters squatted under the eaves opposite to eat cakes, and their saliva and starfish were mixed with cake dregs: "In the afternoon, the dead man floated in the river with headless corpse, wearing a python-patterned brocade robe from Chu Zhengzi's mansion! This must be a golden cicada to escape from the shell!"
"You're an old calendar!"
The peddler shook the rattle and said that Li Banxian, a fortune teller, said that the prince of the Chu Dynasty must be born at the junction of yin and yang... Each one is hermaphrodite! Haha, it is simply a group of inhuman monsters! It was caused by the anger of heaven and the fire."
"No wonder Chu Shang wanted to secretly prepare secret medicine for him..."
"Mother-in-law, hanging silver shuttle, black crows fly out of Chu Palace..." This is a nursery rhyme sung under the eaves of the neighboring house.
The man who was selling cooked cakes parked his cart opposite the wine shop, and the glimmer of the monitoring talisman array was hidden under the linoleum cloth.
Changsun Qianxue suddenly sneered, frost flowers condensed from her fingertips, and all the noises that penetrated into the wine jar were frozen. The cold air of the Nine Nether King Sword quietly climbed onto the shaft of the other party, but was stopped by Ding Ning before touching the talisman formation.
"Is it the one Li Lingjun who assassinated last night?"
He winked his aunt, and while dipping in wine and writing "Taking the news to spread rumors and confuse the public", he deliberately amplified a few sounds. With Ding Ning's current cultivation level, he could not take into account both voice transmission and normal speaking at the same time:
"In my opinion, red tentacles on their faces may not be fake. Three years ago, there was a case of wormwood in Julu County. Chen Moli, the guest of his mansion, happened to go there..."
"There is still such a thing?"
"A few days ago, didn't Chen Moli compete at my doorstep? I went to check it out." Ding Ning explained.
Changsun Qianxue sneered knowingly, picked up a piece of pear meat and threw it at the wine jar with her fingertips: "The day before yesterday, the wife of the blacksmith of the Dongcheng King was caught in an evil spirit, saying that she saw a three-eyed crow flying out of the Liling Jun Mansion in the middle of the night. The ghost witchcraft of the Qi Dynasty was really learned by this group of Chu people."
The boy suddenly raised his voice and slapped the pottery urn to the ground: "I want me to tell you, the Chu people are used to pretending to be a god!"
The secret agent of the God-Master who sold the pancakes casually fiddled with the pancakes with his right hand, and his left hand drew an inconspicuous hook on his sleeve with dipping sauce. Then he continued to sell it in Wutonglu for a while before pushing his cart towards the alley.
As the night gets darker, the mycelium on the eaves of the wine shop begins to secrete luster dew. These spiritual dews containing the energy of Taixu fall into the pottery jar that is connected to the water, converting ordinary well water into marrow-cleaning spiritual liquid.
Ding Ning set up a newly bought bronze steamer in the backyard, and the bacteria surging in the steam are transforming buckwheat into foundation-building rice.
When the morning light pierces the clouds, the last grain of silver sand seeps into the wine, the whole sparrow falling from the paulownia suddenly cries in unison, and the metallic luster of the wings is shocking that the guards of the patrol camp are stalking around. This ordinary alley is nurturing a glimmer of light that subverts the world.
...
Thousands of miles away, the moonlight was as frost as it soaked in the hazy fog of Yunmengze.
The waist-high reeds rolled up waves in the night wind, revealing the slump of beacon tower deep inside. The rammed earth wall has long been mottled like a python, and only sixteen bronze rings under the base are shining in the darkness.
As soon as Zhao Qing touched the last beast's head, the heavy bronze giant door slid silently, and the coiled dragon pattern suddenly turned alive: the long-tailed dragon beast scales peeled off and stood up one after another, as if thousands of silver snakes suddenly raised their heads, greedily sucking the moonlight leaking between the clouds.
In a moment, the green light burst out from the cracks in the door, and the blue brick corridor seemed to sink into the ice river, with countless fine edges cruising on the stone surface.
When you pass through the twelve-meter-long drip corridor and step into the inner room, the condensed sword energy flows over your ankles like a cold spring.
Thirty-six bronze pillars of the dragon lingered from the ground, and the bronze lamp tree held by the dragon's mouth hung in the air. Thousands of gold-shaped copper lamps suddenly ignited one after another. The wicks were fragments of the sword tip wrapped in red talismans.
The flame light is not ordinary orange-red, but it looks like an extremely cold silver star jumping at the blade, illuminating the four walls with a bright and transparent light.
The dome is covered with dark patterns, with 3,600 totems raising their heads and breathing. The broken gold-like spiritual sand is slowly flowing along the tortoise shell pattern, like an frozen star map.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The jade pendant in the middle is still buzzing, and the plain jade face is covered with seven interlaced sword marks, just like the bones of dragons nailed to death in the air.
Back then, the ancestor of the Lu family awakened the evil spirit of Chiwen with three drops of blood in his heart. The jade pendant could capture the sympathy of sword intent a hundred miles away. At its peak, the fluorescent light could almost illuminate the entire Yunmeng Lake.
Now the sword marks are still there, but only the dark green marks are left, like the withered vines in the tomb.
Occasionally, fireflies floated near, and were instantly crushed by the black air at the cracks of the jade pendant, and fell into ice crystals that scattered as soon as they touched the ground.
There are three gilded beast-foot boxes under the jade pendant. The cover of the box has turned into a copper-green green, but the Lu clan emblem is still tightly clasped, the double dragon-holding sword pattern is tightly clasped.
The black dragon on the left has a single eye as red as fire, and the Que sword in his mouth was outlined with dragon blood ink. When he looked closely, the golden silk pattern on the sword body was still slowly flowing; the green dragon on the right has a scale upward, and the shadow of the onion sword piercing with fangs is almost transparent, as if it will collapse in the old dust at any time.
The cover of the "Tai'a Sword Book" in the box was cracked, revealing half of the sword hilt wrapped in gold foil. The East China Sea crystal embedded in the sheath was covered with spider-web-like white cataracts. The silk book, which was more than a footer, was filled with cinnabar annotations, and the blood of some of the dragon's feet was still slowly smudged.
The gilded pavilion in the main room is located in a three-foot thick shark silk curtain half-covered the seven-layer pine sword niche. Several ancient sword scores hanging in the air are scrolling in a certain rhythm. Tens of thousands of fireflies condensed from the sword energy emerge from the pages of the book, and a flowing star man is weaving above the Qingshuang sword tomb.
The box of gold piled in Xige has fallen, and the silver-eroded crossbow machine is mixed with the moss-covered gold.
The bone-eroded leech swimming in the underwater channel swam along with fresh blood. As soon as it ejected into the air, Zhao Qing picked up and grabbed it in his hand and handed it to Song Chaosheng, who was waiting behind him and Guo Dong.
"The Lu family in Changling in the past should be descendants of Jiang Qi's royal family."
After stepping into this secret place that integrates Bashan Jianzang and Lu Family Zuku, she spoke for the first time:
To be continued...