Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh: How to bear it
Chen Changsheng spent some days pondering this formation.
Although Mo Yu said it is simple, it is not easy to learn it from scratch.
Yunshang Mansion is located in the sky and is particularly quiet. Therefore, Chen Changsheng is not disturbed by the outside world and concentrates on it.
Within three days, initial results have been achieved.
Without the need for an order, Chen Changsheng was now able to construct a small spirit-gathering formation using the formation flags.
After reaching this level, Chen Changsheng stopped studying further.
After you die, you will have plenty of time to think about it.
There are still important things to do, and these hard-earned days cannot be wasted.
Chen Changsheng found a tree in Yunshan Mansion and placed all the flowers that had trapped evil spirits on the tree.
The full moon naturally stayed here.
She wanted to help Chen Changsheng look after and 'take care' of these flowers. She didn't have any complaints. She also took a lot of advantage from Chen Changsheng.
"Are you leaving again?" Man Yue asked.
Chen Changsheng said: "There are not enough flowers."
Man Yue looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Don't be too obsessed with this matter. The Netherworld Mansion cannot be accomplished just by saying it."
"Chen knows it well."
Seeing that Man Yue couldn't persuade her, she didn't say any more.
Chen Changsheng set up another killing array outside Yunshang's Mansion, but it did waste some of his thoughts. The first time he made a mistake, he destroyed two array flags.
Mo Yu was a little unhappy and said: "I don't have any formation flags here. If you want to use them again, you have to go to the Immortal Cultivation World to buy some. There is a place that sells formation flags."
"It turns out that this formation flag is still a consumable item..."
"That's right. In fact, it's not difficult to make, but it's a bit time-consuming and labor-intensive, so most of the time I buy it from outside. The same is true for talismans."
"Thanks for letting me know."
"..."
Mo Yuan glanced at him and said thank you so many times, but it never had any substance.
The civet cat poked its head out from behind Mo Yu and asked, "Good man Chen, do you want to go out to play?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "It would be great if we really went out to play."
The civet cat jumped up and down and said, "Take me with you."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "The raccoon flower will fall to death."
"!"
The civet cat was startled and said: "How can I be so weak? I am also a monster after all."
"Whenever you become more powerful than Mo Yu, Chen will take you out to play."
"oh oh……"
Lihua Mao thought about it carefully, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to take Lihua Mao out to play?"
"Where is it?" Chen Changsheng said.
The civet cat snorted softly and said: "Civet cat won't go out anymore, civet cat will stay here with Mo Yu."
Chen Changsheng nodded and smiled, and then said: "Chen will come back in a few days. Could you please help look after Yunshang Mansion."
Mo Yu waved his hand and continued to sleep.
Cihua didn't seem to hear it, and went to chase the insect again.
Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly, thinking that it would be better to tell Miss Man Yue next time.
After leaving Yunshang Mansion, Chen Changsheng plunged into this world of immortality.
He will be very busy next time.
Wherever there is an evil figure, he will run there.
After all, it has to stop.
………
For Chen Changsheng, it is not so easy to be indifferent to the years of living. It is probably just because there are too many years of death that he has such an illusion.
However, from the perspective of those who know Chen Changsheng, as three years pass by, they seem to know what Mr. Chen has done with just a snap of his fingers.
It’s another year of flowering in Qingshan City.
Now the green hills are as green as ever, and they are as calm and peaceful as they were then.
The Tangji Tea House was still bustling with people.
The stories Mr. Cao told became more and more exciting, thanks to the stories Mr. Jin Sanye sent back one after another.
Over the years, Jin Sanye's writing has improved a lot, becoming more and more like Mr. We, and the stories he writes have become more and more amazing.
But Mr. Cao became more and more worried, because the stories written by Jin Sanye were becoming more and more sinister. In addition, the exact date of the beginning was no longer available, and he could not tell which one was true and which one was false.
Cao Fa hoped that he would not receive a letter from Mr. Jin, and was even more afraid that he would never receive a letter from Mr. Jin.
In the blink of an eye, Shopkeeper Zhuang's hair has all turned white, his body and bones are getting worse year by year, and the frequency of settling accounts has become much less frequent. Recently, it seems that he is also looking for someone to take over.
Behind the teahouse, there is a woman wearing a light blue dress listening to Mr. Cao's story. This woman is the owner of Tangji Teahouse.
Shopkeeper Zhuang stood by and listened quietly.
"squeak……"
Cicada's voice came from outside.
Yunxiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly murmured: "It's the beginning of another year..."
Zhishu, who was beside Yunxiang, replied and asked, "Miss, you feel hot? Zhishu, can you give me a fan?"
Yunxiang shook her head and said nothing.
She looked at Shopkeeper Zhuang and asked, "Shopkeeper Zhuang."
"Miss." Shopkeeper Zhuang called out respectfully.
Yunxiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What stories did Mr. Chen tell back then?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang then talked about those pieces and said: "Miss, I heard Mr. Cao talk about several of them before, and what Mr. Cao is talking about now is also the piece "Rouge" that he gave on stage for the first time that year."
This has been the case over the years. On a certain day, Cao Fa will tell a story called "Rouge" on that day. For the teahouse guests, this is a story that will never get older.
"Is it an old story?"
"Exactly, but Mr. Cao is grateful for Mr. Chen's kindness, so he tells the story Rouge every year at this time, because it is the first time Mr. Chen takes the stage to tell the story."
Yunxiang paused and asked: "Mr. Chen happened to be on stage today?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang nodded.
Yunxiang came back to her senses and said: "There are many people who miss Mr...."
Shopkeeper Zhuang didn't seem to understand, so he didn't answer.
Yunxiang lowered her head and glanced at her fingers, which were no longer as moist as before, and couldn't help but sigh.
Now she can no longer be said to have grown up, but has truly aged.
I don’t know if Mr. Chen will recognize her when he comes back. Life is short, and Yunxiang also knows whether she can survive until that time. If there is any accident or change, she may never see her again...
This time is not three years, nor seven or eight years, but more than ten or even twenty years...
Yunxiang sighed and seemed a little tired. She sat on the chair and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
She was thinking.
In Qingshan City, Mr. Cao is thinking about you, and he is also thinking about peace and happiness. There is a girl in Taoyuan who also remembers you, and the small courtyard diagonally opposite the door...
How could you be so cruel that you never come back?