Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 141 The Judgment of Mistake and Sin
Bian Qi was finally dragged into the house by a woman in a thick blue pine flower robe.

Yu Zui pulled him to sit by the stove, took a dry and thick flannel to wipe off the snow crystals accumulated on his face and hair, then turned around and went into the inner room to bring out a bowl of steaming hot soup.

The white-haired boy let the woman wipe his hair, picked up the blue pine flower porcelain bowl in front of him, and stared blankly at the wind and snow outside the window.

In this kind of place, if you can save your spiritual power, you can save it. Beiyuan is fair to everyone. If anyone has a high level of cultivation, if he uses one point of spiritual power, Beiyuan will get three points. If he uses three points, Beiyuan will get nine points. .

If you want to use very strong force, it depends on the fast speed of the cultivator, or the fast speed of the big formation under Beiyuan to draw inspiration.

The porcelain bowl is filled with boiled snow water, with a little chopped turmeric added to remove cold and dampness, and it smells spicy and pungent.

Because of the existence of the most yin spirit body, Bian Qi is actually not afraid of the cold, and the breath of the most yin and cold is just a piece of cake for him, but he was hit by the ice particles as big as sugar cubes carrying the wind blade one after another. On the body, it will still hurt after all.

The brows are cold and easy to brush, but the frost on the heart is hard to dispel.

Facing the blazing stove, feeling the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, Bian Qi still felt a little cold.

He stared blankly through the smooth ice window at the figure behind him who was retying his hair.

The thick blue pine flower robe looks very old, full of traces of mending, the big blue pine pattern on it looks gorgeous and vulgar, and the gold thread at the stamens has fallen off in many places. Some are slightly blackened.

But the woman is really good-looking, this robe on her body, on the contrary, adds a lot of peace and simplicity, and makes a restless heart unconsciously quiet down.

No one knew when she came to Xueyuan, and why she chose to settle in the small town, but Bian Qi dared not disrespect her.

Or rather, in awe of her.

Just because of her one name.

A bit of bewilderment was evident on the handsome face of the white-haired boy who still had a bit of childishness.

He slowly drank a few mouthfuls of ginger soup in the bowl, and said with a gloomy expression, "Aunt Zui, Liu Guang seems to have done something wrong."

"What interesting thing did Xiaoguang do again, why don't you tell me?" Yu Zui looked at the boy's neat hair for a while, and smiled at him in the ice window.

The white-haired boy blushed in a rare way, "I...I..."

For a long time, I couldn't speak.

The beautiful woman didn't make fun of him, but seeing his appearance was a little strange, she teased and said: "Yesterday, Lao Qin said that a little mouse took away the honey pot from his back kitchen. Xiaoguang has seen that little mouse gone?"

Bian Qi was silent.

Everyone is a neighbor on the street, and the young man is a child that everyone watched and grew up with. They are very familiar with his character and behavior, and today's behavior is so abrupt, it is not difficult to guess what happened.

"What are you ashamed of now?"

Yu Zui sighed.

"It's not like you."

It's not that people on the street don't know about Bian Qi's behavior in the past, but since he has the ability not to be caught on the spot, everyone let him go.

Come by ability, go by ability, get by ability, let go by ability.

These are a small part of the rules that belong to Beiyuan, and everyone in the town acquiesces to their existence.

Who in the small town has no food at home today, and can bounce away after scooping a spoonful from another's pot, this is called relying on skill.

There is enough food in the pot for others to scoop up, and the pot is not taken away after the work is over, and you can eat enough and sleep well. This is called giving up according to one's ability.

When Bian Qi heard Yu Zui asking him, he was silent for a while, pursed his lips and said, "Aunt Zui, do you have any relatives?"

He asked this question because among the many people on Liushui Street, only Yu Zui has always been alone.

Even the fat cook, who is lonely on weekdays, will have his nephew to accompany him for a while in summer, and he will leave before autumn.

Yu Zui pressed his shoulder, and the pair of thin eyebrows became much softer, "It used to be there, but now it's probably gone."

"Xiaoguang, you know that practitioners of my generation need to get rid of the hardships and be different from the common world, so as to enter the immortal gate."

"Those insignificant things, when Aunt Zui chose to embark on this path, she had already let go."

Bian Qi put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, turned to look at her, forced a smile and said, "What is that insignificant matter?"

"For me, it's everything except eating and living." Yu Zui answered easily, and met the young man's gaze, "Xiaoguang, what troubles did you encounter in your practice?"

She knew how amazingly talented the person in front of her was and a mind far beyond her peers, but no matter what, if she wasn't a person who was cut off from love and sex, she wouldn't be able to escape the eight sufferings.

It really happened, no matter how smart you are, there is a possibility that you will get deeper and deeper.

Rather, the more you see and think, the deeper you sink.

"It's not a confusion in practice." Bian Qi shook his head, denying Yu Zui's words.

He hesitated for a while, then said in a muffled voice, "Aunt Zui, Liu Guang has a younger sister."

"Are you unhappy?" Yu Zui was a little surprised.

In her impression, although the young man in front of her was a bit naughty on weekdays, in general, she was definitely not a jealous person.

She thought about it, and then asked, "You don't like her?"

"I like it, how can I not like it?"

Bian Qi became even more depressed, looking at his tattered sleeves became more and more annoying, "She is in poor health, and was sent to the mountains by the elders of the family before, Liu Guang often accompanied her."

If you don't like it, how can you take care of it day and night without complaint?
"Then why are you bothered? Is she bad?"

Asked by Yu Zui, Bian Qi really thought carefully.

In terms of the level of noise, Xiao Shengqi is definitely the quietest one, the one that is almost silent.

To say that she is not well-behaved, looking at it these days, she doesn't look like she will cause trouble to others.

Apart from saying something they didn't understand, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Where is the problem?
Bian Qi's brows were wrinkled, and he said in distress: "It seems that there is nothing wrong."

"As the elder brother, Liu Guang treated her very well, but the younger sister didn't appreciate it, so he was troubled."

Yu Zui was also silent, and after a moment of stupefaction, he said, "Why doesn't she appreciate it?"

"Liu Guang never knew."

The conversation didn't go smoothly, coupled with Bian Qi's stiff words and expressions, Yu Zui felt more and more serious about the matter.

What exactly happened to make a person who is usually very eloquent and doesn't care about face, so confused and entangled, even hard to speak?

Yu Zui thought for a while, and changed the way of asking.

"Why did you go down the mountain before the wind and snow stopped?"

Bian Qi replied: "Go to Baiwei Pavilion to find Uncle Qin."

"What's the matter looking for Lao Qin?"

"Exchange some Xuanshuang nectar to Uncle Qin."

"Didn't you take everything away yesterday?" Yu Zui wondered.

Bian Qi just nodded.

"Then why do you still want it from Lao Qin?" Yu Zui looked at him incredulously, "Why do you want this?"

Bian Qi gave a difficult answer: "My little sister is seriously ill, there are not many things I can eat, and most of them are unbearably bitter, so Liu Guang wanted to find some sweet things for her."

"I came to look for Uncle Qin again because I put Xuanshuang nectar in front of her, but she didn't want to eat it."

Hearing this, Yu Zui's eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the table, "Why don't you want to eat!"

"Little sister said that it is not Liuguang's property, and Liuguang can't make decisions for others without authorization."

Seeing the excited appearance of the beautiful woman, Bian Qi couldn't help laughing wryly: "You also said that we are all robbers and bandits, so I don't understand."

"But Liu Guang really can't, the little girl hasn't eaten for several days."

Bian Qi could see that the little girl was a little moved by Xuanshuang's nectar. It was hard for her to have a meal she could accept, and he had to trick her to eat it before his brother came back. Can you not be in a hurry? !

"How many days is this?"

The expression on Yu Zui's face was complicated and difficult to discern.

"Little girl, what kind of cultivation is she?"

Even leaning against the stove, Bian Qi felt chills on his back at this moment, so he got up, and stepped back a few steps facing the gloomy eyes of the beautiful woman.

"Should it be three days?"

Bian Qi pressed his hand on the stone door, swallowed, and said uncertainly: "If you are cultivated, the mortal body has not yet drawn the spirit into the body?"

Yu Zui's eyes were extremely oppressive, she looked at the white-haired boy leaning against the door, with a faint smile.

"Xiaoguang, what do you call this—treat her very well?"

"Auntie Zui, did I hear wrong, or did I hear wrong, or did I hear wrong?"

The soft smile on the beautiful woman's face disappeared, and she stretched out her hand with a sneer.

"However, Aunt Zui is very happy."

Seeing that the stone door behind him could not be pushed open no matter what, the white-haired boy drooped his mouth, turned around and asked in a low voice, "What is Aunt Zui happy about?"

"As the child grows up, he finally knows how to write the word "sorry."

……

……

The blind man put down the carving knife and candy again, and covered his ears in pain.

"Mute, dumb, what do you think that bastard Aqin can't think about, and wants to provoke that crazy woman?"

The dumb woman ignored him, she just squeezed the candy in her hand, and only glanced at him when the blind man mentioned the word "crazy woman", her eyes were heavy.

The solidified sugar cubes on the table gradually melted from the corners.

The air is filled with the wet and fishy smell of tears, accompanied by the extremely sweet and rotten smell that grows on the candy, quietly sinking into the bottom of my heart.

The blind man was startled, and hurried to her side.

He took the candy from the dumb woman's hand, as gently as if he were treating a bud on a branch.

Even though there has been no spring on the snowfield for a long time.

He held the dumb girl's cheek with one hand, and gently stroked her hair, her eyebrows, and her eyes with the other hand, with a soft voice.

"It's because the blind man is ignorant, it's because the blind man said something wrong, don't get angry, dumb woman."

"It's easy to get wrinkles when you are angry, and it doesn't look good."

The blind man opened his arms and embraced the dumb woman who was unmoved no matter how much he coaxed her.

The dumb woman's face was still very calm, and the red apron on her body was equally docile and docile.

She doesn't look angry.

The blind man hugged her and began to cry, his brows were full of worry and anger, it was the hatred and regret that no amount of sweetness could dissolve and wash away.

Those things didn't belong to him from the beginning to the end, but he was still in pain.

"Mute, my dumb, my favorite dumb."

don't cry anymore.

It was all his fault.

……

……

"Sir, why is the drunken lady angry?"

The man in black put down the stone bowl in his hand, chewed and swallowed all the broken bones in his mouth, and then asked the man in purple shirt by the window.

"Because mortals will die if they don't eat." The man in purple shirt answered concisely.

The man in black was very puzzled: "What is there to be angry about? It's none of her business whether others die or not."

"You can ask her face to face."

Hearing the sound in his ears, the man in black shook his head repeatedly, "Then I dare not."

"It's right if you don't dare, your husband and I don't dare either."

The purple-shirted man was silent for a while, looked at the broken bones in the stone bowl at hand, and began to wonder whether to eat them to torture himself, or choose not to eat them, and wait for others to torture him.

In fact, he still thinks that someone dares to try it.

As long as that person is not yourself.

The purple-shirted man's face changed again and again, and finally looked at the young disciple who was eating very deliciously, turned his eyes away, and poured all the broken bones in the bowl into the young disciple's bowl.

The man in black was also dumbfounded, "Sir, you don't want to eat today? You want me to go out to find food by myself later?"

There was a bit of disgust in his eyes, but the speed of picking up the food in the bowl was not slow, and he spoke in a slurred voice.

"Sir, I really didn't say that if you don't eat or go out like this all the time, you still have to wait for someone to bring you food. After a long time, the big guys will look down on you, really."

"Either shut your mouth, or I will break your leg and let you go and keep her company."

"Come on, sir, it's really not possible."

The man in black rolled his eyes, "I don't have the supernatural powers of a drunken lady. I can run and jump without legs. You really broke my legs. I just wait until my spiritual power is exhausted and I can't get replenished or eat. , will end up being sucked to death by the big formation!"

"But there is one thing I've been curious about for a long time, sir, do you know?"

Before the husband got angry, he asked another question to stop him. The man in black said he was very familiar with this matter.

The man in the purple shirt said impatiently: "Ask."

"What did Yu Zui do wrong to be driven here?"

"She did nothing wrong."

"But she is so strong, if she did nothing wrong, why did she escape here? Who can force her here, and dare not set foot outside?"

"She's not wrong." The purple-shirted man put away the impatience on his face, and said lightly, "You think everyone is like you and me, who ran away like a bereaved dog because of something wrong, and in this bitter cold live on earth?"

"In this town, the only ones at fault are me and you."

The man in black murmured: "Then why do they stay here and suffer?"

"They stayed to atone for their sins."

"There's nothing wrong, so what's the crime?"

"They think they are at fault, and they are guilty."

The man in black was puzzled, and was about to ask again.

In the wind and snow, the dumb sobbing of the sugar shop was faintly heard.

(End of this chapter)