Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 440 The Poor Master

Blood continued to flow from the crack of the door, but there was no movement inside the door.

Is the bird dead?
Open the door and see?
Think more.

What's so good about this?
If he is not dead and opens the door, I will suffer.

If he died, I wouldn't be in the mood to collect his body.

The Qi machine was about to run out, and the six knives on the door gradually disappeared.

Didn’t Tsukazai say that all concrete things can be materialized?

Is it just a temporary materialization?

What is the origin of the iron chain and iron lock on the door?
Is this the manifestation of Master?
Master is Yu Duo XingXiu, his personality is so high, and his concrete existence must have been longer than me.

But no matter how long it takes, I'm afraid it will disappear one day.

This guy better die.

If he is not completely dead, I will come back tomorrow and let him die again.

Xu Zhiqiong fell to the ground smoothly, tied himself on the bed, and fell asleep.

At dusk of the next day, Xu Zhiqiong woke up, quietly went to the Xingxiu corridor, and squatted in front of the cell door for a while, but there was no movement inside.

Is this guy really dead?
"Huh~" Xu Zhiqiong sighed, but there was still no movement inside.

Assuming he didn't die, and suffered such a big loss yesterday, he would definitely not be fooled today.

Forget it, there's no need to waste time here, just find someone to see if the creepy soul gnawing skill on your body disappears, and you will know if this guy is dead or not.

Xu Zhiqiong went back to the small black room, and went to the master's bedroom with the lantern.

Master lay quietly on the bed, still sleeping peacefully.

Xu Zhiqiong picked up the brush, and while drawing plum blossoms, he talked to his master about his thoughts.

I have painted both the left and right sides of the face, and this time I drew the center of the eyebrows.

"Master, why on earth did you arrest Judan Zhongzai? Is it because he practiced the Dao?
If he's a sinner, why don't you just kill him?

I will keep your mask for the time being, the disciples face too many powerful enemies, without a magic weapon, it will be difficult to deal with after all.

Besides masks, what good things do you have?You love your disciple so much, all your things are reserved for him, and I won't feel sorry for you if I take it..."

After Xu Zhiqiong finished drawing plum blossoms, he covered the master with a quilt, and began to look for treasures in the "little black room".

Xu Zhiqiong was the first to fall in love with that silver mirror, that evil mirror stand more than nine feet high.

He hugged the mirror stand, tried to move it, and temporarily gave up this unrealistic idea.

This mirror table seems to weigh dozens of tons, and it seems to be rooted, growing firmly on the ground.

That book case is also good.

Xu Zhiqiong tried it, and found that the weight of the desk and the mirror table were about the same.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.

The things Master uses must be unusual, just take out a piece of paper and kill ordinary people, it's nothing to worry about!

But what Xu Zhiqiong first discovered was not paper, but a pen.

The judge's pen is obviously a symbol of top-level weapons.

He was going to pack and take away a few brushes first, but one brush was accidentally dropped on the ground. After Xu Zhiqiong picked it up, he looked at the dim light, and there was a line of small characters on the pen holder: Lin Wangyuan's family paper pen.

Lin Wangyuan?
This is a paper and pen shop in Washi. Xu Zhiqiong is a customer there and has bought a lot of paper and pens.

Lin Wangyuan's paper and pens are not considered a big shop in the capital.

That's it……

Xu Zhiqiong discovered that all the brushes belonged to Lin Wangyuan's family.

He put the big and small writing brushes back into the pen holder, touched the white paper on the table, and felt a special feeling of grinding his hands, which made Xu Zhiqiong understand the origin of the paper.

It's from Lin Wangyuan's family. This kind of paper is rougher than high-grade paper, and much better than ordinary paper. Every time Xu Zhiqiong goes there, he buys it for a dollar.

Neither the paper nor the pen was of much value, so Xu Zhiqiong turned his attention to the inkstone.

The carving of this inkstone is not bad, and the stone material is also high-quality, Xu Zhiqiong was about to put it in his arms, when he suddenly felt that this carving seemed familiar.

He turned the inkstone over, and saw a line of small characters engraved on the bottom: "Buy paper and pen for free for thirty pennies!"

The signature is Lin Wangyuan's family.

The translation of this sentence means that if you buy paper and pen at Lin Wangyuan's house, if you spend more than [-] yuan, you can get an inkstone as a gift.

Xu Zhiqiong seems to have a similar inkstone...

Master, is the cheap stuff on your table worthy of the status of Xingxiu Gallery?
The only thing left to remember is the Qingyu Meihua Brush Washer.

Even if this pen washer is not a magic weapon, it is still a valuable thing just by looking at the craftsmanship and materials used.

In the middle of the petals, the ball of clear water is still there, and it seems that it will never dry up.

Xu Zhiqiong picked up the brush and was about to take it to the mortal world, but seeing the clear water in the center of the petals swaying, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly felt that his thoughts were also swaying.

During the shaking, Xu Zhiqiong's hands were unsteady, and the brush was shaking even more violently, and Xu Zhiqiong's thoughts also shook more violently.

In this way, a vicious circle was formed, Xu Zhiqiong might fall down at any time, and the water in the brush washer might spill on the ground.

What will happen if the water is spilled?
Xu Zhiqiong couldn't imagine it either.

That's all, I don't want this brush washer.

Xu Zhiqiong put the brush washer back on the desk, and his thoughts calmed down immediately.

He searched the anteroom again carefully.

Seeing that he couldn't lift the valuable things and that the things he could lift were of no value, Xu Zhiqiong turned around and went back to the bedroom.

If you look carefully, Master's life is actually quite poor, and there is nothing decent in the bedroom.

Do you want to take Master's quilt away?

Or take off your clothes?
Master is so kind to me, I don't even keep a piece of clothes for him, is there something wrong?

Xu Zhiqiong searched for a while, and finally found a good thing under the bed.

It was a brass teapot with a short and thick spout and a large belly. Such a special shape should be a magic weapon.

Rubbing the ancient brass-colored pot, Xu Zhiqiong felt the unique sense of vicissitudes and heaviness, but Xu Zhiqiong played with it in his hand for a long time, and found that this pot has a characteristic.

It doesn't have a lid.

There is no lid, the spout is still so thick, and it is placed under the bed...

Could it be that this is not a teapot?

Could it be a chamber pot?

Xu Zhiqiong thought for a while holding the chamber pot.

Since it is the chamber pot of Xingxiu, it must have a certain spirituality, so bring it to the mortal world!
But if Master wakes up and finds that the chamber pot is gone, will he be very angry?

Forget it, the chamber pot was left to the master, and Xu Zhiqiong only took away the mask of the master in the end. As for the brush and wash, it won't be too late to get it after research.

Xu Zhiqiong returned to the mortal world, took a good wash, ate something, and went to the Department of Yin and Yang.

He wanted Tai Bu to help him find out if the horror in his soul was still there.

Tai Bu stared at Xu Zhiqiong for a while, shook his head and said, "My eyes may be dim, but I can't see it."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "If you can't see it, then it's gone?"

Tai Bu Dao: "The skill of horrifying breath and soul gnawing is of the same origin as the caster. If the caster is healthy, the horrifying breath will also be strong. If the caster suffers serious injuries, the horrifying breath will also be severely damaged.
I can't see any trace of horror on your body, so I presume that the caster is no longer alive. "

Dead, really dead!

Xu Zhiqiong was very happy, Tai Bu blinked his bloodshot eyes, waved his hands and said: "I have other important matters, so I won't keep you."

Xu Zhiqiong bowed and resigned, and went to Tao Huayuan's room to sit less.

Tao Huayuan said anxiously: "I heard from Master that you won the fourth-grade skill of Wuwu, but you are about to lose your soul. What's going on now?"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Tai Bu showed me, and said that the breath is no longer visible, and the 梼杌 cultivator should be dead."

Tao Huayuan was skeptical: "How can a fourth-rank cultivator say that he will die when he dies? Thief boy, Master's eyesight has been bad for the past two days, but yesterday he regarded Xianyue as Tong Qingqiu."

"Impossible! No matter how bad it is, I won't misjudge men and women!" If this is the case, then Tai Bu's conclusion may not be credible.

Tao Huayuan said: "To be on the safe side, you'd better go to Painter Li to have a look."

Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go to the teahouse again and ask Princess Fanghua to go with me."

Xu Zhiqiong and Tao Huayuan kissed for a while, and then went to the Pingzhang Military and State Affairs Office. He Fang was very happy when he heard the news: "I was still worrying about what to say to my mother, but I didn't expect that the news had dissipated." .”

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "It's hard to say whether Taibu is wrong, or let Painter Li take another look."

He Fang immediately went to Li Qi Tea House with Xu Zhiqiong using the magic circle. Li Shabai stared at Xu Zhiqiong for a while, nodded and said, "It's true that there is no trace of horror."

He Fang smiled and said: "Since that's the case, the ability to stop listening can also be solved!"

Xu Zhiqiong wanted to get rid of his listening skills a long time ago, but his ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton these days.

But Li Shabai has a hidden worry.

The fourth-rank cultivator of Wuwu died too suddenly.

Xu Zhiqiong couldn't tell the truth, besides, he was not sure whether Juan Zhongzai was really dead.

He took out six copper coins from his pocket and said, "Let's take a divination to see whether it is good or bad. Six sides of pure yang are good luck, five yang sides are middle auspicious, and four yang sides are little auspicious. When the time comes Make a decision."

Li Shabai shook his head and said, "Your method of divination is too hasty."

Xu Zhiqiong tossed the copper coins casually, and the six copper coins were lined up in a line, all of which were negative.

Not a single sunny side.

According to Xu Zhiqiong's own rules, this is a bad omen.

Li Shabai blinked, looked at Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Are you serious about divination, or are you just throwing it around?"

He Fang pursed her lips and said, "Painter Li is right, it was too hasty. Brother Zhiqiong, you should try to figure it out again!"

"It's hard to say that sloppy is not allowed..." Xu Zhiqiong looked in a daze.

The last time she used copper coins for divination, she just threw them away. Tao Huayuan saw that there was a disaster in the divination, and Fuzhou really suffered a catastrophe.

The result of casual divination seems to be more effective.

Xu Zhiqiong pondered for a long time and said, "Let's keep the art of blocking listening, and talk about it in a few days."

At nightfall, Xu Zhiqiong left Li Qi Tea House and walked along the street alone, always feeling uneasy.

Judging from the hexagrams, the autocratic Zhongzai should not be dead, but does my hexagram really work?
Both Tai Bu and Li Shabai have seen it, but the breath is still gone, am I being too cautious?
I have to find a way to verify this matter, even if I don’t cancel the blocking listening skill temporarily, if the horror does not dissipate, it will still eat away at the soul all the time...

There seems to be noise over there.

It seems that there are still many people watching.

This ear is not working, and I can't hear anything.

……

"Does it hurt?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy slapped a seven or eight-year-old girl.

"I ask you, does it hurt?"

Another slap.

With tears in her eyes, the girl didn't dare to cry, she lowered her head and said, "It hurts."

"Speak louder, does it hurt?" The boy slapped him again.

The girl amplified her voice a little: "It hurts!"

"You are blind, why are you stepping on my robe?" The boy slapped the girl again.

The girl couldn't help crying, and the boy shouted: "Howl, howl, I will slap you, and count for me!"

The girl's mother lay on the ground and howled, she wanted to rush down to save her daughter, but was pinned down by two servants: "Young Master Bao, hit me, I'm blind, don't hit my daughter, I beg you. "

"Howl, howl so much!" The boy stared at the woman and said, "Since both of you are blind, why keep your eyes open? If you howl so much, I will slap her ten times."

After the young man finished speaking, he returned and slapped the girl again: "Does it hurt you? Can't you hear me when I ask you to count?"

The girl bit her lip, not daring to cry out, the boy waved his palm and said, "You're so deaf, I'll let you count."

Suddenly someone patted him behind him, the boy turned his head and said, "Who is it, you're blind too..."

Bang!
A punch came from behind, hitting the young man on the right cheek, the young man's neck tilted, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Who, who dares, who are you..."

Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and punched again, still hitting the right cheek.

The young man's neck fell to the ground.

Xu Zhiqiong stepped on the boy's face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The boy shouted vaguely: "You want to die so badly, do you know who I am? Fuck me all, beat me to death!"

Several servants rushed forward, Xu Zhiqiong kicked them all down one by one.

A servant drew out his saber, and Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and broke his wrist.

The servant hissed and wailed, Xu Zhiqiong pointed at the servant and said, "Howl, howl, howl, I will kick your master ten more times."

Xu Zhiqiong kicked the boy ten times in the face: "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"louder please!"

"pain!"

"I'll let you count, are you so deaf? Can't you hear?"

Xu Zhiqiong kept controlling his strength, otherwise he would have kicked the boy to death with one kick.

The criminal karma on this young man's head was less than two inches, Xu Zhiqiong wanted to save his life.

After kicking ten feet, the boy's face was covered with blood, and he cried, "You hit me, I'll sue my father, and you wait for the punishment department to deal with you."

Xu Zhiqiong asked in surprise, "Your father is from the Ministry of Punishment?"

A servant shouted: "Are you afraid? It's too late! This is Bao Jingzhong, the son of Bao Shilang."

"So it's Bao Shilang's son!" Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and kicked again, "For Bao Shilang's love, I will give you ten more feet, does it hurt? Count it! Louder! Tell someone to take you Daddy find me!"

(End of this chapter)