When Xu Qingmu came down from Baizhang Mountain, he saw Xu Luo smiling.
The two people who were already holding hands looked at Xu Qingmu and noticed something different, but it was difficult to say what. They only felt that the young man's eyes seemed to be brighter.
After Xu Qingmu said hello to the two of them, he entered the house alone. After instructing Ye Qingxian to refuse any interruption, he reached out and pulled out the red coffin given by Chen Yehan in white. The four nails on the coffin were not completely smashed in, half of them were broken.
An inch was left outside the coffin. The brick-sized red coffin was extremely hard. Xu Qingmu tried hard to break it several times, but it didn't move at all.
He lifted it up and shook it by his ear, but he was surprised to find that there seemed to be a river rushing inside the coffin, and the water was hitting the shore with huge waves.
Very strange.
After some research to no avail, Xu Qingmu put the red coffin into a nearby object, calmed down, and began to practice the lost thirty-six weeks of Beiming again.
The second uncle in white is right. What if the Dengxian Bridge is broken? What if the cultivation is slow?
After all, it's just an excuse to deceive yourself and others.
Ever since he learned that the Dengxian Bridge was broken, Xu Qingmu had to admit that the intensity and time of cultivation were far worse than before. The kind of psychological relaxation due to having an excuse was once used by Xu Qingmu to numb himself
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Anyway, the reason for my slow cultivation is because I broke the Dengxian Bridge. What’s the point of being a little lazy?
Therefore, there is the shameful question and answer on Baizhang Mountain.
Chen Yehan in white clothes looked at the long river with his hands, which made Xu Qingmu feel chilled in his heart. If it was really like what he saw in the long river, how could he avenge the old beggar? How could he go to the sea of fire to find Lin Zhenbei's spirit?
It requires strength, not luck.
So in the morning, the second half of the sentence "Wind and rain meet heroes" was carved on the stone tablet.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Xu Qingmu, who was immersed in cultivation, was interrupted by the fat man's knock on the door: "Xu Qingmu, there is a lantern festival in Baimang City tonight, why don't you go and see it together?"
Then Ye Qingxian's voice came again: "Master, I also want to buy some clothes."
Xu Qingmu, who was about to refuse, suddenly remembered that he had been on the road these days and had neglected the people around him, so he opened the door immediately, took some copper coins from something nearby, and left the Chen Mansion with Fatty and others.
As if by chance, Chen Rong, accompanied by the noble lady, went to the lantern festival with Xu Qingmu and others.
Everyone on the road looked at their noses, noses, and hearts, all silent. Only Chen Rong gradually became lively. When she was happy, she naturally took the fat man's hand, pulled him to run back and forth, and looked left and right.
Xu Luo is like a maid.
Really unable to bear this staggering sense of depression, Xu Qingmu handed the money to Ye Qingxian and sneaked away alone at a dimly lit corner.
Xu Qingmu also had some things he needed to buy, such as the talisman paper that Li Chengru took out on the Book Burial Mountain.
Ever since he saw the talismans that Li Chengru drew casually and easily protected the entire ruined temple, and the monk Shouyuan casually threw the triangular chess piece and attracted hundreds of walking corpses, Xu Qingmu had the idea of learning talismans.
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At that moment, after searching a few streets and asking a few people, I finally found a rather shabby-looking small shop at the end of a street called Luxiang.
When Xu Qingmu walked in, the owner of the store was dozing off. When he saw the visitor, he stood up with great enthusiasm. After seeing Xu Qingmu dressed up, he sat down with interest and dragged his eyelids and shouted:
"You can only see and touch things in the store. Don't wander around if you don't want to buy something."
Xu Qingmu is a little funny. Does he really look that poor? Can't even afford a few pieces of paper?
But when he saw the price marked on the counter, Xu Qingmu was completely dumbfounded:
The cheapest yellow paper costs one hundred taels per piece!