sbdcsierra Chapter 126
Chapter 126
Eleven years of Voling.
The twenty-second of the month.
The night is deep, like thick ink.
The cold wind whimpered, blowing up the broken snow like a knife.
There was not a trace of candlelight in the huge Qixia Mansion, and it was as dead as a ghost town.
With the creak of stepping on the snow, Luo Xinghe, the national master of the Wei Kingdom, dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe and carrying a sword, entered Qixia Mansion through the South City Gate.
Old Dao put his hands in his sleeves and walked through the snowy streets.
In the eyes, the corpses were spread all over the ground like wheat.
After the blood and snow melted together, they were frozen together, extremely colorful.
This is not a feast for jackals.
It’s a meal for vicious dogs.
The bellies of countless stray dogs, even if they have been propped up, are still tearing and eating human flesh.
Ground meat, thick blood, and bones, it’s creepy to look at.
“It’s so good to kill!” The
corners of Luo Xinghe’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up with pleasure.
In the entire Wei country, tens of thousands of martial artists, the young man in white did not leave a single living mouth.
“This purgatory blood scene is very much to my liking.
“It’s a pity that it didn’t bury hundreds of thousands of people in this city.”
“In the end, it’s still not cold-blooded.” Luo
Xinghe, who was as light as a swallow, walked out of Qixia Mansion.
Now, the killer hand, the dead chess has fallen.
And wait for the heavenly path to descend on the immortals.
Let the swaggering mountain immortals and the white-clothed boy not die.
“Hmph, how about the land immortals who are high above, what about the descendants of the ancient immortals who eat and drink dew?”
“In this chess game, I Luo someone wins the immortal half-son.” ”
Haha…” the
laughter stopped abruptly.
Luo Xinghe suddenly looked up to the southwest.
In the depths of the Taihang Mountain Range, a little blood suddenly lit up.
The blood was as blazing as a shooting star, pulling out an arc of blood in the night sky.
“This inexplicably familiar breath…” The
blood glow seemed to come straight to him!
Black Death Spear?!”
Luo Xinghe shuddered for a moment.
Instead of choosing to escape, he quickly bit the index finger of his right hand and outlined the ancient mysterious runes in the void in front of him.
The Black Death Spear was a broken ancient immortal weapon, which Luoxinghe brought out of the Wind and Snow Temple.
Once thrown, it will never stop if the target is not sucked clean with the three souls and seven spirits.
The violent wind came in an instant, and the scraping Luoxinghe was hunting in a robe, and his white hair was dancing, as if a city wall was pressing on his body.
The next moment.
The blood fell obliquely.
In a deafening boom.
Endless scorching brilliance bloomed wantonly.
The world is like a second sun.
Zhoushan Cliff Terrace.
With his back to the cave, the Pig Emperor, who was immersed in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes.
Feel the fierce wind and look at the magnificent blazing light at the end of the night.
The pig emperor was shocked and said: “What happened here?!” ”
Is it not the half of the ancient war spear that the worm of Zhou Shan threw out~”
……
Eleven years of Voling.
The twenty-third of the month.
Off.
The snow stopped.
The sky is extremely blue, empty and distant.
The rising sun rises in the east, and the bright sun shines on the innocence of the mountains and rivers, which is very dazzling.
Zhu Jiuyin, who was barefoot in white, walked across the covered bridge and came to the fenced courtyard on the bank of the Taiping River and in front of the Shenmu Forest.
In the kennel with the ‘Chia Da Guang’ plaque hanging above, the sleepy-eyed big yellow dog yawned lazily.
In the stove house, the green shirt and dusty school master, with four fingers on both hands side by side, left hand wrapped in right hand, a total of eight fingers folded and ten.
Two thumbs pressed the three fine incense sticks, and the statue of the king of the stove in the shrine of the king of the stove worshiped three times.
In his mouth, he said: “In the small year sacrifice to the stove, the king of the stove praises it;
“Health and peace, good luck and high light; wishful and smooth, everywhere around.” ”
Rich in food and clothing, full of gold and jade; the treasury is full, and the prosperity is prosperous.” ”
Wangwangwang!”
Zhu Jiuyin came to the door of the stove house.
“The dog hasn’t barked yet, you barked first.”
Tsing Yi inserted fine incense into the incense burner and turned to look at Zhu Jiuyin.
“Oh, rare.
“Don’t go to hibernation on these nine cold days, what are you doing with
me?” “Wake up hungry?” Tsing
Yi pointed in the direction of the kennel, “Don’t eat me, eat rhubarb, dog meat is old and fragrant.” ”
……
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Inside the hall.
Tsing Yi poured a cup of hot tea for Zhu Jiuyin.
Zhu Jiuyin opened the door and asked, “Is Zhao
Xuan’er your apprentice?” “Why did you suddenly ask about her?”
Qing Yi replied: “Didn’t my family Xuan’er return to Liangzhou hometown with your family Cangxue
?” Zhu Jiuyin squinted, “Your family Xuan’er…” Qing
Yi took a sip of tea and said, “A dog raised for eight years will give birth to inseparable emotions, not to mention people.”
“I grew up watching Xuan’er. ”
One day as a teacher, one life as a father.”
Zhu Jiuyin chuckled, “Do you know what your baby Xuan’er did to my girl?”
Qing Yi said without saltiness or lightness: “Didn’t you kiss your family Cangxue little mouth again~”
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Click.
Tsing Yi, who was full of anger, slapped the desk into powder.
“Dog, what a dog!”
the big yellow dog wagged its big furry tail and ran into the house cheerfully.
“Get out!”
scolded Tsing Yi.
The big yellow dog pulled its head and ran away with its tail.
“Unexpectedly, I really can’t imagine that my Qi Qingyan actually raised a white-eyed wolf by his
mother!” ”
Qi Xiu leaves, Qi Xiu leaves, you mother has no eyes and no beads!”
Looking at the seven tips, he almost wanted to smoke, punching the ground to the pounding Qing Yi.
Zhu Jiuyin quietly withdrew from the hall.
……
The town of Wuyi Lane.
Inside the small courtyard of the Chen family.
The girl and the snow lady stay in the stove house to make dumplings.
Zhu Jiuyin sat under the eaves of the west wing house and looked at the east wing room stunned.
The pig emperor stood majestically at the door of the main house, staring down at the sugar melon in his hand.
After a long time, the pig emperor first glanced at the stove house, then uncovered a corner of the bronze ancient mask, and stuffed the sugar melon into the blood basin and mouth.
In the next instant, the big face plate like a water tank suddenly changed color.
Wow, after spitting out the sugar melon, kick it away.
“How could this emperor eat such a sweet thing. ”
This emperor is a top predator inside and outside the Mighty Zhou Mountain, drinking Maoru’s blood. ”
The dumplings are cooked.
The first pot was filled with two large bowls.
The girl first brought two bowls of dumplings to the master.
Zhu Jiuyin brought the dumplings into the main house and placed them in front of Nanjinping and A Feiling cards.
On the offering table, the girl had already laid out most of the table of tributes.
Mother and son, one person and one bowl of sugar melon.
Zhu Jiuyin had never told the story of the mother and son with the girl.
But the girl can also see that her master brother and mother are having a very hard time.
Sugar melons are built into a hill.
It will roll down at any moment.
After arranging the two pairs of chopsticks.
Zhu Jiuyin looked at the mother and son spirit card and said softly: “Little no, I eat dumplings with your junior sister in the world.”
“You and your mother will also be reunited in Hades.”
“Pork stuffed with green onions, gulped and eaten open. ”
……
Zhu Jiuyin, Yatou.
Pig Queen, Snow Maiden.
A large bowl of dumplings for one person.
You look at this dumpling, it’s big and round.
Dip a little vinegar and garlic paste and stuff it into your mouth.
One bite, full of green onion meat aroma.
The pig queen turned his back to the three.
Pour the bowl full of dumplings into the blood basin.
“This pork is not to the taste of this emperor.
“Girl, wait for your Uncle Mo and Brother Xuan to kill someone.” ”
The eleventh year of Fuling, the twenty-third of the month of Layue.
Zhu Jiuyin ate dumplings for the first time.
Time is like a horse and whip, and the sun and moon are like falling flowers and flowing water.
In the blink of an eye, it was the twelfth spring of Fuling.
……
PS: Sorry, watched two XYGs. My stomach is grumbling, and I’m waiting for a late-night snack.
The third is estimated to be one o’clock in the morning, and Ming’er changes three times as usual. Friends and sleep peacefully, let me come to the matter of staying up late.
I don’t know, if you want to understand what is sugar melon, you can go to Baidu.