Chapter 382: Adding Female Bones, Yu Yu Changsheng Soup

The small boat that had been drifting in the center of the lake for nearly four years was very dilapidated. The reed shed was covered with wild grass, the rotten boat boards were covered with moss, and the rotten wooden oars hung at the stern. A year or two later, Qian Chen was afraid that he could only find this boat at the bottom of the lake!

"Already outside the city, should I go into the city to see Si Ning Ning Shimei?"

Qian Chen stood at the bow of the boat holding an iron sword, looking at the shadow of Zhong Shan, the imperial city located in the White Tiger Lesser Yin position, and thought secretly.

Now that Qian Chen has cultivated the Five-Colored Divine Light, in Jiankang City, with the help of the formation, although he is not Sima Shi's opponent. But if he wants to leave, Sima Shi really can't keep him.

After all, the Five-Colored Divine Light is not only a top-notch divine ability for fighting, but also unparalleled in the world in terms of five-element escape techniques.

After all, the root of this series of great divine abilities of the Five-Colored Divine Light is the Five Elements Great Escape in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Methods, which is the root that cannot be separated from the escape technique.

"Forget it! Although Sima Shi can't help me, Ning Ning Shimei still has to stay in the Sima family! I won't cause her trouble!"

Qian Chen pointed with the iron sword in his hand on the lake surface, and a water mark like a green lotus bloomed on the water surface, driving the small boat to shoot out like an arrow from the string. Xuanwu Lake has a waterway to the north that leads directly to the Dajiang, and the south is connected to the Qin Huai through the Qingxi at the foot of Zhong Shan. Qian Chen wants to go overseas, and the most convenient way is to go down the Dajiang waterway and go straight to the East Sea.

In the East Sea County, three thousand miles outside the estuary of the Dajiang, there is the most prosperous Floating Boat Sea Market between the Central Lands and overseas.

Although this year is not a Jiazi year, even if the flying boat market is not a Jiazi big market, there are nearly a hundred flying boats building an immortal city on weekdays. The oldest flying boat has not been activated for four thousand years.

Qian Chen, Ning Princess Qingcheng, and Yan Shu agreed to meet here at the big sea market in the Jiazi year three years later.

He thought to himself, if there is nothing else, starting early and staying at the Floating Boat Sea Market for two years is not impossible. And the other big market that is as famous as the Flying Boat Sea Market, the Chaoyang Palace market in Jiankang City, is located on a sandbar near the Dajiang in Jiankang City. If he wants to see it, he can just go upstream along the river for a while.

The imperial city of the Sima clan was right next to it. In order to avoid being shocking and attracting the Primordial Spirit True Person in the imperial city, Qian Chen just protected the reed boat with magic power and went north leisurely.

Facing the evening breeze, the small boat sailed for half an hour in the moonlight before leaving Xuanwu Lake and entering the small waterway. At this time, the Ear-Dao God, who had been released from the Samsara Land to run around, flew back and whispered in Qian Chen's ear.

"Oh?" Qian Chen said unexpectedly: "I can actually see an acquaintance! Let's go, let's go see..."

He stopped the small boat by the river, set up the Flying Cloud Pocket, let the Ear-Dao God lead the way, and went to the direction it pointed.

The place where the Ear-Dao God landed was an inconspicuous village outside Jiankang City.

In the largest residence in the village, the high walls stood tall, the vermilion gates were tightly closed, and it still retained the characteristics of a fortress during the war. There were few windows on the walls, but there were small holes left for shooting, and between the high and low, various key points for defense were formed. But these arrangements could not give Xin Old Master a trace of security. He was full of coldness, sitting in the main hall, staring at the door.

There were white banners hanging everywhere in the hall, written with the word "funeral".

The main hall was silent, and the huge residence, with dozens or nearly a hundred servants, was terrifyingly quiet.

A young man knelt under the hall, trembling, crying: "Grandfather, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

The white funeral banners set up in the main hall were suddenly scraped by a wind coming through the hall, blowing the candle flame dim, swaying and reflecting the shadows of the two people behind them, making people feel more uneasy.

"She's here, she's here!" The man screamed.

"She killed Mother, and came to us for revenge!"

Xin Old Master stared at the man with bloodshot eyes, staring so hard that he couldn't speak.

"Shut up!" Xin Old Master whispered: "The Daoist priest invited by the Daoist Academy is in the inner courtyard, don't mention that woman to me! Remember... this is an outside lonely ghost, offending our family. Wuyou Wuyou Naihe it became a ghost has nothing to do with us!"

He looked around at the many yellow talismans pasted in the main hall and lowered his voice: "This place is covered with spirit talismans that I spent a lot of money to ask from the Daoist Academy! There will be no safer place in the village than here! If you scream again, get out!"

At this time, the laughter of a child came from outside the door.

The man trembled all over, and even Xin Old Master felt his feet go soft.

It was the Ear-Dao God walking on the wall on tiptoe. It whispered, making a vague sound like a child, and the tiptoe steps were also light, only making a slight friction sound, all of which were transmitted to the two people through the copper bell red thread tied in the main hall.

The man listened carefully and clearly heard the rustling footsteps and the meaningless murmurs of a child.

The hair on his back stood up, his whole body stiffened in place, and he nervously covered his mouth and nose.

There were no children in the courtyard!

Since that day when his mother, who had been pampered and stingy, was dragged out and hung on the big locust tree in the backyard, even the boldest servants had sent their children away, trying every means to foster them in relatives' homes. And the several grandsons of the Xin family were all entrusted to the Daoist Academy. If the Daoist Academy was unwilling to accept the father and son, they should have been entrusted to the Daoist Academy or the temple.

Standing under the window edge, the Ear Dao God listened to the silent telling from the dark. This little monster, who usually only chirps and chirps, sang a nursery rhyme again.

"Ding dang dang, no one to pack

Who is looking, where to hide

Gu lu lu, head soup

You drink first, don't dislike it hot

Wuhu hu, drink it all

Ah Nu is looking, you come to hide

Xi ha ha, don't panic

Add female bones, longevity soup!"

In the nursery rhyme, the man's hands and feet went soft and he collapsed to the ground, his face pale. The candlelight reflected Xin Old Master's face, half ferocious, half shadow, and a trace of ferocity appeared on his face, his eyes like a wolf, staring straight at people's bones.

He picked up the man with one hand, and his body, which had been pampered for a long time, erupted with powerful strength, actually lifting a man of 180 jin. With the other hand, he held the peach wood sword of the magic artifact that he had spent a lot of money to worship the Daoist Academy, standing in the hall, facing the front door, with a trace of ferocity on his face.

"You were just a lowly person when you were alive, what can you do when you are dead?"

"I was a wicked man when I was alive, and I will be a wicked ghost when I die. When the time comes, we will be ghosts, and I will eat you alive. Do you dare not fear me?"

He lowered his voice and roared like a wolf.

The Ear-Dao God outside the window didn't care what he said, just jumping around, playing on its own. This kind of little demon usually can't speak, but once it makes a human voice, it is like singing a song, possessing extraordinary power. It can predict the future, or reveal the past, can omen ominousness, and can also reveal certain mysteries of fate.

The Ear-Dao God is an orthodox god conferred by the divine talisman, and this ability is much stronger than ordinary spirits. The things it sings have more strange power.

"Add female bones, longevity soup!"

The nursery rhyme sang in a low voice, getting further and further away, gradually leaving the house and walking out of the courtyard. Xin Old Master breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed in the chair, still holding the peach wood sword in his hand.

At this time, a white shadow appeared at the door. Xin Old Master hurriedly stood up, holding the sword, the flesh on his face bulging, but after seeing the white shadow clearly, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and put down the sword: "Wang Young Master, why are you here?"

Wang Longxiang stood in the courtyard, staring at the direction the Ear-Dao God left, silent.

Xin Old Master's second son ran out of the inner hall like grabbing a life-saving straw and said to Wang Longxiang: "Immortal Master, you heard it too! That is an evil ghost, it has already harmed several people. My mother, my brother, were all harmed by it. Immortal Master comes from the Daoist Academy, there must be a way to deal with it!"

Wang Longxiang only said four words: "No ghost qi!"

Xin Old Master slapped his son away and smiled flatteringly: "Wang Young Master comes from the Langya Wang family, generations of officials, and the Daoist Academy he worships is also dedicated to pure cultivation, so he doesn't care about small things like catching demons and ghosts! Don't disturb the Young Master's cultivation with such vulgar matters!"

"I am ordered by the Daoist Academy, not disturbing!"

Wang Longxiang was still sparing of words, just staring at the direction the Ear-Dao God left for a long time, his expression a bit strange.

He was puzzled in his heart, in the nursery rhyme just now, there was no Yin qi or illusion, but it carried a trace of extremely obscure and mysterious power, even he was touched. That thing didn't look like a ghost, but like a god announcing certain things.

As one of the twenty-eight characters of the younger generation in the Central Lands, it was unbelievable that he couldn't see through a little ghost in the countryside.

After the Battle of Zhu Que Bridge three years ago, the Wang family did not let the news of Wang Longxiang's defeat spread. Because the subsequent events involved the Great Jin's town-country Nascent Soul, the Sima family's ancestor, and even the Northern Wei Li family, the situation was extremely complicated. "Li Er" sword-subdued Longxiang, shocked Jiankang, and even faced the Nascent Soul directly, and escaped calmly after the sword challenge, so wanton, simply pressing the Sima family's face to the ground.

Because of Li Er's life experience, this matter involved the two countries of Wei and Jin, the imperial family and aristocratic families, and the situation was extremely complicated.

Although the Wang family tried their best to calm the impact of this battle, but when Wang Longxiang won the twenty-eight characters of the Divine State, and even sword-challenged the eight dragons of Sima, how many people did he offend? Among the aristocratic families, there were also countless people who wanted to see him make a fool of himself. The result of this battle was not spread to the world, but those who should know, all knew.

So for three years, Wang Yan sat withered at home. This pure talk celebrity was like a living dead during this time. Even if Si Princess Qingcheng did not care about him, he did not dare to appear in front of her again.

Wang Rong visited several times with Sima Daofu, and said some soft words.

Qian Chen heard Si Princess Qingcheng mention it once. When Sima Daofu visited for the first time, she was restless, which was quite satisfying, making Si Princess Qingcheng happy for a long time.

Wang Longxiang, the elders of the Wang family all understood him, saying that the "Li Er" might be a great power reincarnated, who obtained the arrangement of the predecessors of the Louguan Dao of the Daoist tradition, and only then had such creation, which is the kind of character that is an exception in the Central Lands. Even Nascent Soul True Immortals could not help him. Wang Longxiang had such a small setback, which is also reasonable. The matter of proving the Dao, don't compare with others, it's all your own effort!

Every day, so many people persuaded him, and when the younger generation in the family talked to him, they were all careful, for fear of mentioning this matter and violating his taboo.

But Wang Longxiang actually had no taboos.

He just reflected on the fact that among his peers, there were such sword techniques, divine abilities, and even cultivation bases.

He was not talkative by nature, and others didn't know what he was thinking, just treating his preoccupation with sword techniques as the gloom and loss of soul after failure. Many people laughed at him behind his back, saying some cold and sarcastic words, and were cleaned up by Wang Dun again, and some people came to plead for him, causing endless trouble, which made him very annoyed, so he asked his grandfather for a errand and came out to hide from trouble.

The gate of the residence rang with a banging sound.

Xin's second son trembled, scurried back to the inner hall, Xin Old Master was secretly angry, kicked his butt, and scolded: "It's just someone knocking on the door, the Daoist Academy's cultivators are all here, what are you afraid of?"

Xin Old Master summoned two servants, opened the corner door of the residence, and saw a young man holding an iron sword, dressed in arrow-sleeve casual clothes, standing outside the door. Seeing someone open the door, he held his sword and clasped his fist: "In the next Li Taibai, I have learned sword technique since I was young, and heard that there is a ghost here, so I came to slaughter the evil ghost to change some travel expenses."

Xin Old Master looked at him, nodded and said: "There is indeed some trouble in the residence. If the Dharma Master can remove the evil ghost, I will have many family assets to offer here. Please come in..."