sbdcsierra Chapter 200
Chapter 200
Looking at the red-eyed Taoist.
Cang Xue couldn’t help but be stunned, “Dao Chief, you… Are you okay?
The Taoist gently wiped away the blood and tears with his sleeve, “Do you look like I’m fine?” ”
The poor road sees a corner of the future.”
“About a corner of your future.”
Cang Xue was curious, “What did the Dao Chief see?”
Taoist: “I see a corner of your future.” ”
Cang Xue:”…” ”
I was asking what I saw.”
The Taoist pondered for a short while, “In your life, there have been four life and death calamities.
“Now that we’ve survived the first three times, haven’t you?”
Cang Xue nodded lightly.
The first life and death calamity was a storm in Qixia Mansion.
The second life and death calamity is the Dragon City incident.
The third life and death calamity is to cool and remove demons.
And the fourth and last.
The Taoist looked extremely serious, “I saw an extremely miserable bloody battlefield.
“I see that the person you hold dear is only half cut off, and the bloody intestines are flowing to the ground.”
“I see those whom you hold dear, rolling in pain, crawling like humble maggots, stretching out your bloody palms.”
The Taoist stretched out his finger and pointed to the wind cut and frost on the waist of the girl’s hanging waist.
“I saw this narrow knife on your left waist shattered.”
“I see you crumbling, supported by another narrow knife full of cracks.”
“I also saw your body buried deep under the cold loess, and your master stood in front of the tombstone like a porcelain vase about to shatter.”
“I also saw your master stepping on layers of bones and ascending to the throne.”
“Child,”
the Taoist sighed lightly, “you are destined to die in the fourth life and death calamity.
“No one can change.”
After a pause, the Taoist added, “God can’t either.” The
girl in red was stunned for a while, before she smiled slightly at the Daoist, “Daoist, I’m still alive now, isn’t it~” ”
Give life to time, not time to life.”
The Taoist was stunned, and then extended his thumb at the girl.
Praise: “Transparent!
After paying the silver, the girl with the burden and lucky bag in her arms had just left the stall and suddenly
turned her head and asked, “Dao Chief, where have I seen you?” How does it feel so familiar~
” The Taoist chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart, “Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Cang girl, poor Dao can’t understand what you are talking nonsense.” ”
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One year old in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su.
Thousands of doors and thousands of households, always exchange new peaches for old charms.
Fourteen years of Voling, Chinese New Year’s Eve.
Zhu Jiuyin, who had just gained free time for a new day, went down Zhoushan and came to the town.
Downstairs at the town entrance arch.
A few urchins in the town covered the cannon under the dog basin, or stuck it in a snowdrift or in cow dung, and they made a lot of fun.
Zhu Jiuyin, who was barefoot in white clothes and tied with white ribbons in his eyes, came to the bare old locust tree at the entrance of the town.
In front of the old willow head, caressed the dust that did not exist on the white clothes.
The old willow head who was smoking a dry cigarette was stunned for a while before reacting, “Yo roar, the ancient god has put on new clothes.”
Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: “The girl bought it for me, how?”
Old Willow put down the dry cigarette stick and extended two thumbs, “Jundi is very good, with the demeanor of the younger generation.
“By the way, Ancient God, I want to say something to you.”
Zhu Jiuyin looked at the wooden pier, then at the stone pier, and finally chose to stand.
“Say.”
Slightly worded, the old willow asked: “Ancient God, your third apprentice, it’s almost time to Qingping Town~
” Zhu Jiuyin nodded, “What’s wrong?”
The old willow head said in a condensed voice: “The junior suggests, the ancient god should not accept it.”
“Even if you accept it, you have to let that child die in our Qingping Town in this life.”
“Otherwise…”
Zhu Jiuyin Jian’s eyebrows frowned slightly, “How else?” Old
Willow stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky.
“The heavenly machine must not be leaked.”
“In short…”
the old willow head said in a deep voice, “If the ancient gods can’t do it, then the child will lead to the Wei kingdom that lasts for nearly a thousand years… Ashes!
“The innocent lives that died in vain because of that child are far more than the people of the Chen family’s county, and the more than 100,000 soldiers of the snow girl.”
“It’s more infinity than millions.”
Zhu Jiuyin looked calm and said, “I will take these words to heart.”
“Would you like to try the dumplings in the girl’s bag?”
“Forget it, you have bad teeth, I will invite you to eat Ma Da Niang’s tofu in three hundred years.”
Looking at Zhu Jiuyin, who was carrying his hands behind his back and gradually moving away.
Old Willow sighed helplessly.
Obviously, the ancient gods did not pay attention to their own well-intentioned warnings.
“Doomed, the thin force of non-me can be twisted and changed~” –
Wuyi Lane.
Chen Family Courtyard.
There is a door god on the courtyard door, and a lantern under the eaves.
There are spring couplings on the door and flowers on the windows.
Big red, extremely festive.
“Master, wait a minute, it’ll be fine right away.”
The crisp voice of the girl came from the stove house.
“Good.”
Zhu Jiuyin replied and pulled off the ribbon, and his red pupils quietly looked at the pig emperor on the threshold of the squatting room.
“I heard that the bad old man who sells sugar gourds is going to take the girl to practice what shit righteousness?”
Pig King asked.
“Yes.”
Zhu Jiuyin nodded.
The pig emperor said displeased: “Aren’t you afraid that the bad old man will have evil intentions?” Zhu
Jiuyin: “I’m afraid, so I’m ready to let you accompany the girl.” ”
Together?!”
Pig Emperor: “That old man is more terrifying than you, I am a little Yin Wonderland…”
“Nan Candle, although relieved, with this emperor here, Mo Yan’s surname Liu is old and immortal, even if the heavens are immortals, they don’t want to move a hair strand of the girl.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “I believe you.” ”
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The first bowl of dumplings belonged to Zhu Jiuyin, the master.
Zhu Jiuyin gave Nan Jinping first.
The second bowl is still Zhu Jiuyin’s.
Gave small no-point.
Zhu Jiuyin ate the third bowl.
Wei folk custom, in addition to the old welcome festival, will wrap copper plates in dumplings.
Those who eat copper plates will be full of blessings and fortune in the new year.
A bowl of about twenty dumplings, until there were still three left, Zhu Jiuyin still had not eaten the copper plate.
Take advantage of the girl to serve the noodle soup.
Zhu Jiuyin dialed the remaining three dumplings into the girl’s bowl.
So, the girl ate a bowl of dumplings and ate a full five copper plates.
The Pig Emperor has only three pots in two pots.
The small whirlwind sucked in five or six bowls, not one of them.
“Master, the apprentice is going to make a fortune this year!”
The girl cheered.
Zhu Jiuyin did not speak.
Just looked at the girl and smiled gently.
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went to the peach blossom forest and looked at Nanjinping and Xiao Budian.
As the sun set, Zhu Jiuyin carried the food box and returned to the Zhoushan cave with the little whirlwind.
Open the food box and open the snow maiden’s mouth.
After pouring two bowls of dumplings into the python’s mouth, Zhu Jiuyin looked at the small whirlwind.
“The girl is going to travel around the countries for three hundred years, do you want to follow?”
Little Whirlwind asked, “Won’t you go back for three hundred years?”
Zhu Jiuyin: “It should be.”
Little Whirlwind: “Master, how many years do I still have?” ”
Little Whirlwind is inherently unpracticable.
Rats live for three or four years.
And the little whirlwind bone age is nearly thirty years.
All rely on the thousands of red fragrant fruits swallowed.
But the power of the spirit fruit is mysterious, and there is also a time when it is exhausted.
One day, it will no longer be possible to increase the life of the small whirlwind.
And the little whirlwind Mo Yan Zhu Jiuyin heart blood, even an ordinary drop of blood can not bear.
If you swallow yourself, you will explode and die.
Zhu Jiuyin said softly, “About eighty or ninety years.” After
thinking about the girl, he stared at Zhu Jiuyin’s face for a long time.
Little Whirlwind said: “If I leave, who will steal tobacco for the master to smoke and drink wine.”
“So I’d better stay with my master.”
Zhu Jiuyin smiled happily.
Reached out and rubbed the little whirlwind’s hairy head.
In the early hours of the morning.
The girl and the pig emperor go up the mountain.
Leave the old and welcome the new night.
In front of the cave of Zhoushan, the fire trees and silver flowers of the cliffs are full of mountain trees.
In the gunpowder smoke and brilliant fireworks, Zhu Jiuyin quietly looked at the girl’s bright and smiling face.
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The fifteenth year of Fuling, the third day of the first lunar month.
Wei.
A corner of the imperial city of Weidu.
The dim light of the candle flame filled the cold stone room.
A dry corpse that was pierced through the heart by a half-cut black ancient war spear suddenly opened its eyes.
Crumpled human skin, sticking to dry bone.
Luo Xinghe slowly stretched out his palm and held the ancient war spear.
In the suppressed snort of pain, Lao Dao withdrew the black death spear from his body little by little.
“South Candle~”
With a bang, Luo Xinghe plunged the black death spear into the floor.
In a hoarse voice, he struggled to stand up.
A quarter of an hour later.
Luoxinghe came to the ground.
What catches your eye are dozens of children jumping around in front of the hall, playing and playing.
The youngest is only three or four years old, and the oldest is only seven or eight years old.
Boys and girls are almost half-open.
“Nan Candle, don’t you like taking apprentices!”
“These eighty-one children, but the old man I carefully selected for you.”
“Stabbed by the apprentice you cherish…” ”
This questioning situation, the old man wants to make your heart full of sorrow.”
“Qiu Ling~”
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fifteen years of Fuling.
The seventh day of the first lunar month.
The green is far and wide.
Downstairs of the archway in Qingping Town.
The girl held the little whirlwind and kissed and touched.
The old willow head in a coarse linen shirt and wearing a cloak reminded him: “Girl, it’s time to go.”
“Good.”
The girl handed the small whirlwind to Zhu Jiuyin.
“Master, let’s hug it too.”
Zhu Jiuyin smiled, put the small whirlwind on his shoulder, and opened his arms.
The master and apprentice hugged each other tightly.
Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t help but be in a trance.
Back then, the little girl with thin yellow muscles, barefoot and lost everything, who was only seven years old, did not realize that she had grown so big.
Old Willow tugged at the sleeves of the pig emperor’s robe.
The Pig Emperor frowned, “Raben Emperor Ganha? ”
Wow~”
In the scream, the old willow head grabbed the pig emperor’s big ear first.
Long.
Zhu Jiuyin said softly: “Girl, the hour is not early.” The
girl who buried her head in Zhu Jiu’s chest took two steps back.
Bend your knees and fall to your knees.
Gently kowtow.
“Master, goodbye~”
A touch of red clothes floated away.
This time, it was the turn of the little whirlwind to put his arm around Zhu Jiuyin’s neck.
Hot tears slid down your skin.
“Master, can I see the girl again?”
Zhu Jiuyin gently patted the small whirlwind, “It will.” ”
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crunching.
Zhu Jiuyin pushed open the door of the Chen family’s small courtyard.
The courtyard is clean and tidy, and there is no snow or fallen leaves.
Zhu Jiuyin walked into the stove house.
The same is clean.
Uncover the towel.
On the steamed bun plate are neatly placed dozens of yuanbao-shaped, dumplings waiting for the pot.
East and West wings, main house.
As far as the eye can see, it is all the figure of the girl.
Finally, Zhu Jiuyin held the small whirlwind and sat on the threshold of the courtyard.
Little Whirlwind was tired of crying and fell asleep, his throat snoring slightly.
The wind caresses two red lanterns and two festive door gods.
Also caressed Zhu Jiuyin and Little Whirlwind, who closed his eyes slightly.
When the bright spring light falls.
Lanterns, door gods.
Juveniles, rats.
Peaceful as a yellowed old photo.
“Cangxue Chapter, End”
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Ps: The second article can be considered finished, make a summary.
I never thought that this book would make money, after all, before the 80,000-word verification period, there were more than 30 readers in total.
Including the last day of the verification period, the amount of book city is only six or seven hundred.
That’s why Ah Fei arranged a box lunch, because the original plan was to prepare to leave after writing “Flying Bird” in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, on the first day of the debut, the book city released 40,000, and the highest reading during the debut once rushed to 700,000.
There is no way, I can only write hard.
This also caused the connection between the flying bird chapter and the snow chapter was not smooth, and there was no hook left at all, resulting in a waterfall in the completion rate at this stage.
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Take a breath and continue.
The reason why “Cangxue Chapter” is not as good as “Flying Bird Chapter” is because the start is too sudden, and the outline of Cangxue Chapter is not prepared at all.
The second is that the Cangxue chapter cut part of the early plot.
In fact, after Cang Xue ran out of Dragon City, he did not want to go to the protagonist, but to Weidu.
Because the protagonist did not come out in twenty or thirty chapters, he was sprayed with dog blood by many Taoists.
Reluctantly cut the almost most essential Weidu plot of the Cangxue chapter.
As a result, there is almost no way to write later, you are uncomfortable to read, and what I write is also uncomfortable.
Of course, the most important thing is that I floated after making a little money.
When writing the Asuka chapter, I was thinking about the plot all day long.
When writing the Cangxue chapter, I was thinking about how to improve the combat power of the game characters all day.
The game mistook me!
The third part is the “Taiping Chapter”, and the outline is a whole seven, seven, eight, eight.
The protagonist of this one will be completely different from Ah Fei and Cang Xue.
There is not the slightest emotion, only almost cold-blooded rationality for the sake of the end.
Believe me, the character of Han Xianggu will not disappoint everyone.
In addition, the original arrangement was Ah Fei, the master brother, as a string, to string the subsequent protagonist apprentices.
Since Ah Fei is dead, the work of that string can only be done by Cang Xue, the master sister.
Rest assured, Fei will come back.
In the end, Ming’er is Qixi.
As a single aristocrat, Qixi and I, and all the Taoists, have no woolen relationship.
So, Ming’er has more.