Chapter 106: The Past of God's Eyes (Thanks to Acacia Qingluo for the monthly pass)
"Speaking of Zhao Yu, the Marquis of Zhenbei, he was unparalleled in bravery. Three thousand cavalry could stop Yue Yan's 100,000 army. Fifty years ago, in the battle of Cheyang Pass, one man and one cavalry killed eighteen enemy generals, and the generals of Yue Yan were frightened by the news...
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In the tavern, a storyteller holding a folding fan was telling the story of Zhenbei Hou fighting against the invasion of Yue Yan.
The witty storytelling method is very contagious, and when it comes to the wonderful points, all the spectators in the audience can't help but applaud.
Chai Jiangcui was sitting in a corner of the restaurant, eating side dishes, and occasionally applauding, like a lady sneaking out of the house. Although she attracted a lot of attention, she seemed very comfortable.
After taking care of the dental shop matter, Miss Chai did not continue the search.
The evil cultivators who could be found easily had been cleaned up in the morning, and the remaining ones were all old yinbi, each one more stubborn than the last. It would take a lot of effort to find them out.
She was invited by the Yuwen family to take charge. She didn't necessarily have to clear out all the evil monks. She just wanted to ensure that no big troubles occurred in the city. There was no need to run around all the time.
With a few plates of side dishes and two bottles of wine, you can spend half a day listening to books and listening to music.
To be honest, Chai Jiangcui really likes this feeling. Only by observing the fireworks of the world can one know what the general trend of humanity is. The so-called world of mortals tempers the heart, and I think this should be one of them.
Xu was shocked by the previous summons. In the following days, Hexi City seemed particularly peaceful, and not a single evil cultivator dared to show his face.
Chai Jiangcui is also happy with this. In addition to the necessary spiritual practice every day, she just climbs up the stairs and walks in the alleys to look at the scenery and taste the delicious food.
The only thing that worries Miss Chai is that despite her continuous practice these days, her cultivation has not changed at all. No matter how she runs the Qingmu Jue, the total amount of spiritual power in her body has not increased.
The practice of monks in the Qi Qi stage is to continuously refine their spiritual power and compress the spiritual vortex in the Dantian. When the spiritual vortex is compressed to the extreme, they can imprint the vision of the sea of consciousness onto the vortex and try to form a pill.
However, no matter how much spiritual power Chai Jiangcui refined, the vortex in his Dantian did not change at all. All the spiritual power disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.
For this reason, Chai Jiangcui also went to the Yuwen family library to check, but there were tens of thousands of books in it, but not one of them recorded such a strange phenomenon.
Fortunately, Chai Jiangcui is not in a hurry. She has a vague feeling that this situation may not be a bad thing, but the time has not yet come.
The daily practice will not be interrupted. If the spiritual power is transformed a lot, there may be some new changes.
But the peaceful time is always short-lived. Hexi City is at the center of the storm and is destined to attract the attention of countless people.
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At midnight on the sixth day after Master Wangyou left, a black shadow passed over the city wall and landed steadily on a high tower in the center of the city.
"Hexi City is such a nostalgic place."
The vicissitudes of sound drifted away with the night wind, and the moonlight fell on the roof, reflecting the figure's face full of ravines.
The God-Eyed Mother-in-Law, who made countless monks frightened by the news, arrived quietly while thousands of families were sleeping.
Looking at the city in the darkness in the distance, a somewhat inexplicable look flashed in Granny Shenmu's eyes.
More than four hundred years ago, there was an eight-year-old girl who was about to freeze to death in Hexi City. The girl's parents died young, leaving only a two-year-old sister to depend on her.
Hexi City is bustling with prosperity, but the flowers and flowers do not belong to the sisters.
What can an eight-year-old girl do?
I have no strength, no skills, and my only source of food is to pick up some rotten vegetable leaves when the vegetable market is gone; I usually beg for food on the street and kneel down for a long time just to get the little food to fill my belly.
The little girl hopes that she and her sister will grow up quickly so that they can have enough strength to support themselves.
Life is hard, but there is hope in the end.
But unfortunately, bad luck always likes to find the miserable.
The little girl's sister was targeted by a trafficker who was among the beggars. Children without parents to take care of them are undoubtedly a good target.
On an evening when people were usually picking up vegetable leaves, several traffickers took the opportunity to create chaos and secretly hugged their sister in the crowd.
The trafficker's method was not very clever, and the little girl noticed it quickly. So the little girl shouted desperately and chased the trafficker to get her sister back.
Many people along the street also heard the cry, but no one was willing to help. Only the little girl was chasing her.
It's hard to imagine how such a thin body can explode with such strong endurance. The little girl chased the trafficker for two streets until she blocked the trafficker in an alley.
Looking at the girl who looked like a ferocious beast, the trafficker was also annoyed. He threw the kidnapped sister towards the little girl, then took out a rusty dagger from his arms and stabbed her hard.
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Seeing her crying sister in mid-air, the little girl was so anxious that she subconsciously wanted to reach out to catch it. But the dagger had already been pierced into the girl's chest as soon as she took a step forward.
The younger sister fell heavily to the ground, unable to even utter a scream. Blood mixed with brains and covered the girl's body.
The girl fell to the ground, struggling and trying to hug her sister on the ground, but all her strength seemed to be pulled away by the dagger, and she couldn't do it after trying for a long time.
My body gradually became colder, and the world became black and white.
Just when the girl thought that she would leave with her sister, she encountered the biggest turning point in her life, a deacon of the Heart Refining Sect who happened to be passing by...
The memory of the past has long been blurred, and even my sister’s face can’t be remembered clearly because she had not yet embarked on spiritual practice at that time.
Nowadays, Grandma Shenmu has completed a major cultivation of alchemy, but when she sees He Xicheng again, her heart is still a little complicated.
Missing, confused, and the hatred buried deepest.
This is why she insisted on rushing here after hearing that the Yuwen family had left.
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to earth. Oh, then you have to turn into earth before you can return to earth."
Dispersing a tear that overflowed from the corner of her eyes, Granny Shenmu murmured softly. Then she took a cloth bag from her waist and pulled the gold rope ring on it hard.
The gold string that tied the bag tightly fell off, and countless gray lights and shadows quickly emerged from the bag and disappeared without a trace.
The Ancient God Sect likes to create evil gods, but the secret skill of the Lianxin Sect is to create weird things.
What is sealed in this cloth bag is all the weird things that Grandma Shenmu has refined over the years. Now in order to resolve the hatred in her heart, Grandma Shenmu has released them all.
As the absolute top leader of the Heart Refining Sect, Grandma Shenmu has refined so many weird things over the years that even she herself can hardly explain clearly.
"Go ahead and have fun."
Looking at the gray stream of light that was disappearing, a look of joy appeared on Granny Shenmu's old face.
Although the blood of the past has become dim with the rendering of time, as long as she is still there, she will definitely wash it away.