sbdcsierra Chapter 213
Chapter 213
In the cold winter moon, the drowsy cave suddenly lit up with frost and snow.
Zhu Jiuyin Buddha sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, while his divine soul floated away from his body, about a foot away from the ground barefoot.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Jiuyin, who was in the state of divine soul, plunged headlong into the suspended scales.
The red scales trembled slightly.
It immediately turned into a ray of blood.
With a roaring sound of breaking the sky, it shot out from the cave, rolling up thousands of piles of snow on the cliff platform of Zhoushan.
The scenery of the northern territory, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.
Looking inside and outside the Zhou Mountain, only reckless; Up and down the great river, suddenly lost its gushing.
The scales were suspended high in the sky, emitting a hazy blood light, like a round of blood-colored little sun.
Zhu Jiuyin in the state of divine soul floated out from within the scales.
Don’t dare to trespass the blood-colored light mass.
Think about it with your ass, but if you get out of the range of blood light emitted by the scales, it will definitely lead to the suppression of ancient rattan, six-character mantras, immortal emperor statues, and four ancient artifacts.
The blood light of the scales is no more than one square meter.
And it is scales, not birds such as sparrows, and walking beasts such as hares.
If you want to control the scale flight, you need to consume a huge amount of divine soul power.
Zhu Jiuyin didn’t stop breathing, and it was estimated that he could fly three or four hundred miles away.
If the power of the divine soul is replenished again, it is inevitable that it will fall into a deep sleep for two or three months.
No problem.
Isn’t Han Taiping longing all day long to leave Qingping Town, go to the outside world, and ‘bow down to the toiling sentient beings’?
Zhu Jiuyin has never been so urgent.
After determining that the scales can carry the spirit.
Immediately control the scales to fly back to the cave.
The soul enters the Buddha-figure.
Zhu Jiuyin, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his upside-down red pupils and reached out to hold the scales in his palm.
I was about to get up, but I heard a subtle click.
His face changed, and Zhu Jiuyin stared down at Jiao Scale.
The natural scales burst into an extremely fine meandering crack like a porcelain bottle.
“The scales can’t even carry the Candle Dragon Divine Soul of the Fine Snake Period?!”
Zhu Jiuyin didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh.
Although the scales cannot perfectly carry the Zhu Jiuyin Divine Soul at this stage, it is still no problem to hold out for two or three years.
Put away the scales as if it were life.
Zhu Jiuyin’s heart moved, and the system panel immediately appeared.
[Host: Zhu Jiuyin
Shouyuan
: Immortal (immortal, immortal, immortal) true body: Candle Dragon (Fine Snake Stage
) Cultivation: 132.5 meters (867.5 meters after advancing to the fierce stage)]
[Apprentice’s Name: Cangxue
Talent: Immortal Blood
Age: Twenty years old
Cultivation: Martial Dao Internal Refining Second Grade Moving Mountain Realm (33.1/100)].
The girl has been away for two years, and I don’t know when she will move to the mountain realm.
While practicing for the right path of heaven and earth, his own cultivation realm has not fallen, and he must have suffered a lot.
[Apprentice’s name: Han Xiangbone
talent: no
age: sixteen years old
cultivation: Martial Dao external refining five-grade realm (33.7/100)]
“When I worshiped the master two years ago, I was at the peak of the sixth grade realm, and under the terrifying understanding blessing of such a envious land immortal, the realm only cultivated so much in two years?!”
Zhu Jiuyinjian’s eyebrows frowned slightly.
[Remaining free time: 48 hours in total.] Voling
received one day in fifteen years, one day in sixteen years, that is, two days.
Zhu Jiuyin: “Ten hours of free time.” After
two years, Zhu Jiuyin walked out of the cave again.
The cliff platform of Zhoushan was covered with snow.
Zhu Jiuyin used the scarlet snake letter to collect the surrounding breath.
The blue-shirted boy’s smell was extremely faint and almost dissipated.
“It’s been a long time since I came~”
In a soft voice, Zhu Jiuyin’s soles lightly stepped on the snow, and his long body was like a white horse, jumping off the cliff platform.
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The north wind whimpered and roared, and the white breath exhaled from the lungs quickly annihilated.
Goose feathers and snow flew one after another, gradually burying the footprints and blood stains of the thin tiger and the teenager.
The skinny skin wrapped in dry bones of the tiger is in front, and a sharp arrow runs diagonally through the abdomen.
The tiger blood dripping on the snow was dazzling red.
Three feet behind the skinny tiger.
The boy with the bow in the coarse linen shirt and straw shoes also followed suit.
There is no master, or the master has been dead for two years, and the young man has had a very unsatisfactory life.
For silver money, a large amount of silver money, in the past year, Han Xianggu has almost hunted and extinguished the large wild beasts of the Taihang Mountain Range.
Looking at the rough wind crack, I don’t know how many living beings are stained with the blood of the palm.
The young man couldn’t help but say to himself: “People like me are destined to die a miserable death. ”
There was a muffled bang.
The skinny tiger, who had lost blood along the way, could no longer hold on and fell crooked in the snow.
Han Xiangbone stepped forward and squatted down.
In the face of death, the skinny tiger did not struggle.
Yellow tiger eyes, black pupils, quietly looking at the boy in front of him.
The abdomen heaves violently and shortness of breath.
The hot air that spews out melts a large piece of snow on the side of your mouth.
Draw the dagger tied to the calf.
Aim for skinny tiger hearts.
The boy fell coldly.
When scalding sticky blood splattered the boy’s face.
When looking at the thin tiger, the belly is not undulating, and the mouth is not breathing.
When watching the thin tiger’s black pupils slowly spread and lose focus.
The boy was suddenly enveloped by a great sadness.
“People like me will definitely die a miserable death~”
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Han Xiangbone carried the corpse of the thin tiger back to Qingping.
After giving the body to the Huang family hunter in the town, the young man took the silver money in exchange, first went to the Yang family medicine store to grab two pairs of medicines, and then bought door gods, spring couplings, lanterns and other festive objects in the market.
After returning to the small courtyard of the Chen family in Wuyi Lane.
The young man first swept the snow in the courtyard, then built a fire and boiled water, and scrubbed the main house and the east and west wings twice.
Immediately stirred half a bowl of batter with warm water, and pasted the spring coupling, door god, and window flower one by one.
Finally, he brought a ladder and tied the lantern to the courtyard door.
After doing this, the young man hurriedly left Wuyi Lane with another copy.
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Half an hour later.
Wash Sword Lane, Ma Jia.
The blind old lady lay on the wooden bed, covered with a thick quilt, and her expression was full of peace.
After sweeping the snow in Ma’s house, and then pasting the spring coupling door god window flowers, and hanging red lanterns, the young man is boiling medicine in the stove house at the moment.
“Who are you the old man in the house?”
The voice suddenly sounded behind itself.
Han Xiangbone’s action of shaking the fan froze, and he slowly turned around and looked at Zhu Jiuyin who was standing at the door of the stove house.
“Master, are you out of customs?”
“What was the outcome of the retreat?”
After not seeing it for two years, the young man faced Zhu Jiuyin, and his face bloomed with joy from the inside out.
Zhu Jiuyin was silent for a while, “I’m a little unaccustomed to you like this, so let’s change it back.”
Han Xiangguo’s desire to slowly disappear with fake joy.
“Master’s retreat has achieved gratifying results, no wonder there is leisure to come down the mountain.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “Aren’t you curious about why Shi Ming was suppressed under Zhou Shan, why can he get down the mountain?”
Han Xiangbone shook his head, “I’m not curious.
“The apprentice has already learned from Sister Feng.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “Who are you the old man in the house?”
Han Xiangbone: “It’s not a relative.”
Glancing at the thin coarse linen clothes on the young man’s body, as well as the tattered straw shoes, Zhu Jiu vaginalized: “Hunted so many large beasts.”
“The Huang family hunters are about to become the richest man in Qingping, but you are not even willing to buy a new dress and a new pair of shoes.”
“Why is it not a relative? So much so that even the practice was put on hold~
” Han Xiangbone: “The old lady was infected with the wind and cold in the spring, and she has not seen well.” ”
The prescription opened by the Yang family medicine has several precious medicinal herbs, and the amount of money required is huge, and the apprentices have to hunt.”
“As for why the apprentice treats the old lady like a mother…” the
young man paused and said, “For inner peace.” Zhu
Jiuyin: “Are you troubled and chaotic in your heart?” The
boy nodded.
Zhu Jiuyin: “Why?”
Junior: “Secret.”
“Zhu Jiuyin:”…”
“Ready, after this year, Master will take you out of the mountain.”
In the spring of the fifteenth year of Fuling, the day he set foot in Qingping, Han Xianggu was eager to get out of the mountain all the time.
Now that he really waited for this day, the teenager did not feel happy and excited.
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After Zhu Jiuyin left.
Han Xiangku poured the boiled medicine into a white porcelain bowl.
Immediately, as usual, he added two spoonfuls of cane sugar to the medicinal soup, and then brought it to the main house.
Ma Liu’s blind old lady asked softly while drinking the medicine that was not so bitter: “Son, how much is it today?”
Han Xiangbone scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, and while blowing, he replied, “It’s twenty-seven.” The
old woman: “Son, the mother is a burden, the mother is sorry for you.”
Junior: “The person who should say sorry is me.” ”
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ps: I’m recovering two changes tomorrow, I’m about to be tortured by the title of the book.