Chapter 412

The wine in the peach forest was bottoming out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Yingying, who was making paper offerings on the dam at the bearded man's house, immediately stood up to move the offering table out and set up the wine jars.

The person inside would drink wine whenever happy, and the happier they were, the faster they would drink.

The large jar of wine just placed on the offering table turned into clear water before long.

Qing An held the wine jar, the mouth of the jar facing down, the wine flowing down; rather than saying he was drinking, it was more like he was showering.

As long as the offerings over there didn't stop, the wine jar in his hand would never be empty.

Having followed Wei Zhengdao once, he actually had no obsession with the second Wei Zhengdao.

But an existence capable of surpassing Wei Zhengdao of the same period made him happy from his "countless hearts."

Even this self-suppression of his that had lasted for a thousand years seemed to have been given a new meaning.

As long as the beginning and the end were exciting enough, this long middle section was a wait worth it.

Learning things fast doesn't just refer to cultivation techniques and secret manuals.

Last time when the big turtle brought a typhoon ashore, that kid was passively waiting and had to make a desperate fight for survival.

By this time, when facing this kind of terrifying existence that surpassed what he could control, he started to take the initiative and seize the initiative first.

Walking the river and riding the waves, climbing higher step by step—nothing more than this!

He once told the boy that he could become the boy's last two or three waves in the future, giving an achievement and seeking a release.

But now, the scale and level of the boy's wave had reached such a point.

His residual body under this suppression was becoming less and less presentable.

That group of people who followed Wei Zhengdao to walk the river had their deeds completely submerged in the long river of history; Qing An didn't care about these empty names.

But he couldn't accept that he, in his sloppy state, would end up in a situation where he wasn't qualified to be selected for the dining table.

The wine jar was put down, and Qing An's gaze was cold.

Su Luo's body shook.

In the next moment, different faces appeared on all the peach trees around.

They were all very quiet, expressionless.

Qing An's mouth curled into an arc, and he said slowly:

"You just keep growing, just keep walking; as long as you don't die and still stand on the river, when the time is right, I will lift the seal myself, pour all the evil qi I've suppressed in Nantong for years down my throat, and pursue the extreme of becoming a demon.

I can savor it myself, and you can take a look at what kind of style this generation of Long Wang team, which doesn't exist in history, really has."

"It's going to rain, time to go home and collect the clothes."

Liu Liu Yumei looked up at the sky.

Liu Jinxia, Auntie Hua, and Wang Lian immediately put down their cards and packed up their things to leave.

But it was strange; the three old sisters had just walked off the dam and hadn't even reached the village road along the path when they suddenly felt bright sunshine overhead.

Looking back from afar, it just happened to be that patch of dark clouds, exactly covering Li Sanjiang's house.

Liu Liu Yumei stood up to leave the card table, intending to walk towards the back of the house, but her footsteps stopped immediately.

She sat back down at the tea table silently, holding her teacup in her hands.

Liu Yi and Qin Shu moved closer to Liu Liu Yumei unconsciously.

Liu Liu Yumei: "Do what you need to do; if you don't have the heart to work, then just sit here and blow the wind, it's just right without the sun, cool."

Liu Yi stepped back a few steps and sat on the well cover.

Qin Shu sat directly on the ground.

Since the head of the house didn't give an order, they couldn't act rashly.

This was the rule established in everyone's heart after the last typhoon.

On the dam, it was very quiet.

Only the snoring sound from the coffin in the living room of the main house, made by Lu Runsheng who had practiced in the dojo in the morning and had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he simply took a nap.

Liu Liu Yumei scraped the tea foam with the cup lid while looking up at the sky.

The first time Little Yuan was messing around, and he failed;

The second time he changed to a slightly normal one, but it suddenly became extremely abnormal again.

As an accomplished expert in the field of feng shui, she was very familiar with the weather patterns overhead.

This posture is... it's going to thunder!

A perfectly quiet afternoon, suddenly a thunderclap from a flat ground.

Hmm.

Liu Liu Yumei was just about to lower her head to drink tea when the sun came out under her feet again.

The old lady immediately looked up, and the clouds that were just gathering scattered again.

Is it over? Did he stop? Or was it resolved?

Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scattered clouds gathered again, blocking the sunshine on the dam once more.

Is it going to thunder again?

Then, it scattered again.

Immediately after, it gathered again.

Over and over, cycling back and forth, gathering and scattering.

Qin Shu reached out, tugged at Liu Yi's trouser leg beside him, and pointed overhead:

"What's going on?"

Liu Yi: "I'm surnamed Liu, but you know, what I specialize in isn't the Liu family's feng shui Great Dao."

Qin Shu: "Told you not to study properly when you were young."

Liu Yi couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "If you ask me, you might as well ask the Mistress."

Qin Shu leaned forward to take a look, then sat back, shaking his head.

Liu Yi also turned her head to look, only to find that the Mistress also had an expression of having seen a ghost.

In Liu Liu Yumei's life, she had seen countless feng shui weather patterns, but this was truly the first time she had seen thunderclouds present such a posture.

To strike or not to strike, hesitant—this will of heaven is simply like playing around.

Inside the dojo.

A Li's gaze had been falling on the boy.

The main scenes the boy arranged for her, she had already finished acting, leaving only the final closing.

But whether that final segment could be performed smoothly depended on whether the boy could continue the play next, and whether the person in the "Wordless Book" would cooperate.

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Evil beast!"

The jiao spirit's entry point was very critical, just at the moment the silver python evil spirit was taking shape; it swallowed the silver python's residual thoughts, equivalent to replacing the silver python's current ecological niche, wanting to replace the silver python and become an evil spirit.

Whether it succeeds or not, whether it's willing or not, the choice has to be made in this short time.

Is it to tear off all disguises, break out from the "Wordless Book," and bury the layout it had worked so hard to manage? Or is it to acknowledge that this is an accident and take out its own status to feed this jiao spirit and upgrade it to a fierce jiao?

The time left for "it" to consider and weigh was already running out.

At this time, Li Li Zhuiyuan continued to add fuel to the fire.

The boy began to take the initiative to dismantle and interrupt the progress of this evil technique, expressing an anger that the situation was out of control.

The surrounding dojo layout changed according to the boy's will, wanting to suppress and even eliminate the influence of this evil technique as much as possible.

This wasn't faking it, because the boy was indeed doing so, and he was doing his best.

This series of dazzling operations not only transcended the cognition of ordinary Xuanmen people but also made the formation master sweat profusely.

Who knew, the jiao spirit suspended in the center of the altar actually began to rotate its body, and an invisible force scattered.

First, the restrictions at the entrance and exit of the dojo were changed, and then every link in the dojo began to reverse the boy's will, carrying out offset and resistance.

The "Evil Book" had been placed by Li Li Zhuiyuan at the central platform of the altar as a sparring partner for the past few days; it naturally knew that the embedded layout of this dojo already had a place reserved for this jiao spirit.

This was custom-made for himself when the boy repaired and upgraded the dojo for the second time, for simplicity and laziness.

But this jiao spirit not only utilized this architectural layout at this time but also showed extremely strong control over this dojo; it was actually able to contend with the boy here.

This jiao spirit, in order to wait for this opportunity, was truly painstaking!

It had indeed almost succeeded, because no matter how hard the boy tried, he couldn't interrupt this evil technique for a while and had to let it continue to run.

At this time, deep in Li Li Zhuiyuan's consciousness.

The main body was in the dojo behind the great-grandfather's house here.

However, unlike the position where Li Li Zhuiyuan was currently in reality, the main body was standing at the position of the jiao spirit, and the ritual layout around it was the same as in reality.

The main body's hands kept pinching, controlling the formations in the dojo.

Yes, how could this jiao spirit be painstaking and sleep on brushwood and taste gall? When Li Li Zhuiyuan subdued it, he stripped it apart and collapsed it completely; the jiao spirit's fear of the boy was almost soaked into the depths of its soul.

Taking a step back, even if it really rebelled, it didn't have the brains to mobilize the dojo formations to fight Li Li Zhuiyuan.

The one truly representing the jiao spirit doing these things was Li Li Zhuiyuan's main body.

Now, from the perspective of reality, the battle between Li Li Zhuiyuan and the jiao spirit was essentially Li Li Zhuiyuan engaging in "left-brain vs. right-brain fighting."

And this was the script Li Li Zhuiyuan wrote for "it"; the boy wanted to make "it" believe that this was a pure accident.

You just have to endure it, don't tear your face off; you know that even if this thunder really strikes down, Grandma Liu and the others sitting outside will ignore the backlash of karma and help you block it at all costs.

You only need to sacrifice this bit of status; when it becomes a mess here, I will no longer have other choices, and I will be better lured by your carrot.

If you don't endure small things, you will mess up big plans; you are going to trick me into the Goguryeo tomb, I am of great use to you!

The evil technique was still in progress.

The jiao spirit was gradually undergoing transformation.

It was originally like a small red snake; now, black dots were soaking out on its body, and when these blacks settled to a certain extent, they slowly hallucinated into existence like scales.

The jiao spirit opened its mouth, revealing fangs it hadn't had before.

It was step by step, impacting a new status.

This meant that at least so far, the person in the "Wordless Book" hadn't torn their face off.

It was silently enduring and making a nameless contribution.

And the further it went, the less likely it was to tear its face off, because its sunk cost was getting bigger.

Li Li Zhuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but the anxiety on his face, especially in his eyes, was still intensifying.

The transformation of the jiao spirit continued to deepen, and hideous patterns appeared on its body.

Since he had finally caught a sucker, he naturally had to fleece him hard; once this village was passed, there really wouldn't be this shop!

"How could this be? It shouldn't be, how could it really succeed!"

The necessary incredulity still had to be expressed, because under such extremely simple conditions, the success of the jiao-refining evil technique had a probability comparable to striking oil when digging your own porcelain vat.

The necessary fear also had to be expressed; this didn't need to be faked, because the warning signs in Li Li Zhuiyuan's heart were almost boiling to his throat.

This was the highest-spec evil technique Li Li Zhuiyuan had ever developed and used, far crushing the past.

And at this time, an invisible pressure from above had already descended here, sealing all external perception within this dojo.

About to be struck by thunder!

The boy was completely relieved; although it hadn't ended yet, it could almost be concluded now that it had succeeded!

The gaze of Heaven had already been attracted here.

At this moment, even if the person in the "Wordless Book" suddenly went crazy and ran out to tear up the script, they could just wait to be struck by thunder together with himself!

An existence of this level, "White Dragon in Fish Clothes," had extremely great limitations; even the powerful Fengdu Emperor had to call him to Fengdu, and the domineering big turtle could only project its gaze from across the river.

Having been ravaged, toyed with, and used too many times by such terrifying existences, Li Li Zhuiyuan had figured out some of their hole cards.

This scene of being about to be struck by thunder was also within the boy's plan; he needed this to make it shrink back completely to avoid the gaze of Heaven, which made it temporarily unable to investigate the outside world.

By the boy's ear, a certain auditory hallucination appeared; it was his own brain-filling sound... Ding ding ding ding!

Like countless gold coins hitting the ground, scattering rapidly; that was his merit being frantically deducted.

Even if he didn't go out to look up at the sky, Li Li Zhuiyuan could imagine the scene above at this time; those clouds must have gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered.

This is the backlash of karma from using the taboo of evil techniques, rapidly offsetting with his own merit, equivalent to paying high-frequency fines.

Li Li Zhuiyuan:

"This matter is strange, I suspect there is a black hand behind this jiao spirit, helping it evolve into a fierce jiao! A Li..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan took a deep breath and continued in a heavy tone:

"You go out and tell Grandma that I am the hope for the future of the Qin and Liu families, I cannot die!"

A Li stood up expressionlessly and walked to the entrance of the dojo.

Li Li Zhuiyuan's gaze swept over, his fingertips pinched, and he reopened the dojo entrance and exit restrictions that had been changed.

And this distraction also gave the jiao spirit a chance to complete the final step.

Head horns sharp, black scales fully exposed, claws vigorous, aura released.

It began to roar, began to rejoice; it was celebrating its rebirth!

A Li walked out of the dojo.

On the dam, Liu Liu Yumei, Liu Yi, and Qin Shu looked at A Li who walked out as if nothing had happened.

Liu Liu Yumei wanted to speak but stopped.

A Li crossed the dam, entered the living room of the main house, and came to Lu Runsheng's coffin.

The closer A Li got, the smaller Lu Runsheng's snoring became.

When the girl stood still, Lu Runsheng opened his eyes, sat up, and pointed to his own nose again.

A Li nodded.

Lu Runsheng climbed out of the coffin.

Little Black, whose injuries had improved, smacked its lips; for this period, it had been sleeping with Lu Runsheng.

A Li reached out and pointed to the broken straw mat in the corner that had been deliberately covered by a paper man, and then pointed to Lu Runsheng's mountaineering bag.

Lu Runsheng understood, walked over to pick up the straw mat, and then walked to his mountaineering bag.

The straw mat was too long even when rolled up, and the mountaineering bag couldn't fit it.

Lu Runsheng found a few fertilizer bags, covered the straw mat, wrapped it up, and tied a small knot to fix it, and then tied a large knot for his arm to pass through and carry it on his back.

He even specifically performed for A Li how to carry it well, turning around in place for this.

A Li turned and left the main house, passed by Grandma, Liu Yi, and Qin Shu again, walked into the east room, entered the bedroom, bent down, dragged out the sword box, and picked up Grandma's sword.

When walking out, passing the offering table, she picked up a candlestick on the offering table.

Walking out of the east room, A Li placed the sword and the candlestick on the tea table in front of Grandma.

Afterwards, A Li reached out and pointed to the clouds that were constantly gathering and scattering in the sky, and then pointed to Liu Liu Yumei's face.

At this moment, Liu Liu Yumei felt like a marionette.

However, she didn't feel disgusted by this treatment.

The responsibility of the head of the house isn't about harmony and being nice to each other, but about bringing the value of the family members to the extreme.