Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 142 Snow on the Umbrella and Salt on the Umbrella

"At this hour, Lao Qin is still lying on the bed, and you won't see anyone even if you go."

Yu Zui groped around in the cabinet, then turned his head and explained to Bian Qi.

In her hand was an oiled paper umbrella of the same color as the thick blue pine flower robe she was wearing. The umbrella surface looked very dirty, but luckily there was no damage.

Seeing her standing behind the stone gate, Bian Qi was a little confused, "Aunt Zui, what is this?"

"I will go with you."

Yu Zui pushed open the stone door, held up the umbrella in his hand, and said naturally, "Since it's raining and snowing, it's natural to take an umbrella when going out."

Bian Qi looked at the almost translucent oil paper pasted on the umbrella, and the corners of his mouth and eyes trembled unnaturally.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up."

Yu Zui greeted the white-haired boy who was standing there in a daze.

Bian Qi only straightened his loose long hair, put away his baby headband and hurried forward.

He stretched out his hand towards the handle of the umbrella held by the beautiful woman, adding a little more caution in his words.

"Let the streamer come."

The indigo pine flowers were swaying in the wind and snow, Yu Zui pressed the empty skirt under him, and said expressionlessly: "I don't need you to come, I have hands and I can do it, so I won't get half of my body into the soil, so why not?" The reason why I asked the junior to hold an umbrella for me?"

She should naturally do things like hold an umbrella.

The whole face of the man in black was covered with ice windows, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the figure under the blue umbrella.

The oil paper fluttered under the strong wind, and it looked like it would be torn apart at any moment, but it did not affect the blue mountain under the umbrella to form a self-contained land.

"The sky and the earth are all white, and I saw the blue mountain stepping on the snow again." The man in black sighed, "It's as stable as a mountain, as firm as a pine, it's really amazing."

He looked back at the man in the purple shirt behind him, and asked, "Sir, tell me, how did she stand up?"

"I've always been unable to understand this matter. Everyone here can't use spiritual power or spells. Isn't the drunken lady's legs gone?"

Once there was a snowstorm in Beiyuan, healthy people like them would not dare to go out at will. One reason was that their spiritual power would be drained, and the other reason was that they were afraid that they would be taken away from the town by the moody wind and snow.

If one can't do it right, in the depths of the snow field, it is really easy to survive and die.

On the other hand, Yu Zui, lacking legs and feet, can walk and run normally, but he is more stable than anyone else in the wind and snow.

It's not that the people on Liushui Street are ruthless, letting a child who grew up under his nose walk alone in the dangerous wind and snow, even if people walked half the street, no one dared to call him into the house to avoid the wind and snow .

They really dare not, and it is useless to say hello.

As the disciple of Xuanshuang Sect Master, Bian Qi is the direct descendant of Xuanshuang Daozun. He also practiced the same "Tianshuang Emperor Jue" as Xuanshuangzi, and possessed the sharp weapon of the Yin Spirit Body. Xueyuan, and perhaps the patriarch who died under the snowfield, always have a little preference for him.

Even though the usual snowstorm would make Bianqi at the current state uncomfortable, it was only uncomfortable.

There is no doubt that Beiyuan himself will definitely not send him, the next-generation master of Beiyuan that everyone agrees to, to a dead end.

Bian Qi has a preference, but everyone in the small town does not. Facing the brutal snowstorm, only Yu Zui dares to push open the black stone gate, which looks small but weighs as much as three mountains.

Even Yu Zui would only dare to open a small crack in the door, never daring to let Fengxue into the house.

Feeling the sight of him falling on him for a moment, the blue veins on the man's forehead twitched.

He got up, through the thick ice window, facing the passing blue figure, respectfully saluted a disciple.

"Meet Mr. Blue Mountain."

The figure under the umbrella paused slightly.

Yu Zui looked at the purple-clothed man who looked vaguely behind the ice window, and said in a neutral voice, "Ling Yun, I have told you many times, I am no longer the teacher of the tower, you don't need to call me gentlemen."

"Although Mr. is not a teacher of Pagoda, Ling Yun is no longer a student of Pagoda, but Mr. is still Mr.

The purple-shirted man called Ling Yun stood upright, not daring to raise his head, and his tone was full of stubbornness.

"Ling Yun dare not forget the kindness of teaching in the past."

He grabbed the man in black who was watching the show, and said in a deep voice, "Swing, apologize to sir."

"Ah, what are you apologizing for?" Qiu Qian was full of doubts, and the stone bowl in his hand fell heavily on the table in shock, "Did I say something wrong?"

His innocent eyes met Yu Zui's calm eyes outside the window, but he didn't feel scared, but showed her a hearty smile.

"Drunk lady, drunk lady! You see, I had a good meal today, will you take me into the snow field with you later in the afternoon?"

He always felt that Yu Zuisheng was very beautiful, and the extra gaudyness in her attire could not hide her peerless face under her clear eyebrows.

She was the prettiest person in the whole town.

Also, Yu Zui would act like an ordinary mother, telling herself to eat well, and would take herself into the snow field.

If he can't find food, Yu Zui is willing to give half of his own to him.

Therefore, he was very happy.

But he didn't realize when and when some of his words would have a bad influence on certain people.

One is one, two is two, black is black, and white is white.

No legs means no legs, a lost dog is a lost dog, in the heart of Swing, it has always been the same thing, what can't be said?

He never cared about it, even if Yu Zui fed himself with meat, he would really be able to bark a few words, completely confirming his reputation as a defeated dog.

Come on, whoever feeds the mother is the mother, don't you just cry a few times, don't lose face.

Seeing the husband's face getting colder and colder, Qiu Qian felt aggrieved, but his brows and eyes were really sharp, and his face was also sharp-edged. When the sad emotion came to his face, it seemed a bit nondescript.

He really didn't understand why his husband suddenly wanted to apologize.

"Why are you doing this?" The beautiful woman under the umbrella sighed helplessly, "I never cared."

Yu Zui glanced at the broken bones left in the stone bowl, and frowned slightly, "If you really don't forget the old feelings, then leave Beiyuan as soon as possible, this place is not suitable for you."

"Sir, entering Beiyuan is also a helpless move for Ling Yun." The purple-shirted man said bitterly, "They all said that the student made a mistake, and the student had to escape."

"This is not an excuse for you not wanting to eat well. Since you are saving your life, why waste your life in vain?"

"Why should a child's ignorant words be taken seriously? When will the world's words count?" Yu Zui glanced at the dejected man in black, without any emotion in his expression.

Perhaps judging from the figure and face of the man in black, he absolutely cannot be called a child, but the one who said this was Yu Zui, no matter how unreasonable it was, it became reasonable.

"The only one who cares about right and wrong is you who dare not look up at me, Ling Yun."

The sound of going away faded into my ears accompanied by the wind and snow, and seeing Yu Zui's figure completely disappear in front of the window, Ling Yun raised his head with a lonely expression.

The conversation only took place in a few breaths, and in the eyes of outsiders, Yu Zui just stayed in front of their window for a moment.

"Hey, don't be bored, sir."

Swing gave Ling Yun a push, "She's gone far away."

Ling Yun was stunned for a while, and then he stared fixedly at the ineffective little disciple in front of him, and said with a sneer, "It seems that you have forgotten the principle of not slapping people in the face and not spreading salt on wounds."

"Sir, there is no salt at home, and you are not allowed to beat up people in the town." Swing twitched at the corner of his mouth and responded to him with a smirk.

Hearing this, Ling Yun's face was ashen, grabbed his ear, and cursed in a low voice: "Are you really stupid or fake? Can you control your mouth?"

As the saying goes, misfortune comes from the mouth, but the swing doesn't take it seriously.

"Sir, my mouth grows on me. I didn't kill my whole family and I didn't cut off my fortune. Why can't I just say whatever I want?"

"If not, then what's the use of opening my mouth?" He tilted his head.

"Maybe, it can also grow on others?"

"However, Qiuqian doesn't want to spend his whole life just following other people's wishes. I think that's probably what no one wants."

"It's also your luck, kid, to meet a group of people who don't want to argue with you." Ling Yun was angry and let go of his hand.

Qiuqian rubbed her ears and said with a smile, "Of course it is."

Those who insist on fighting with him, just let them disappear.

How troublesome is that?
The two were silent for a long time.

Hearing the sobs from the wind and snow, and seeing his little apprentice who wanted to speak again, Ling Yun said coldly: "I can't control your mouth, but out of the love of master and apprentice, I will remind you one last time, ten You are not worth a finger of a dumb woman."

"Stop your questioning thoughts as soon as possible. Whether it's about drunkenness or something else, it's far from something you can get involved in now."

As the saying goes, a dog that bites does not bark, and the calmer the person on the surface, the more likely they are to become ruthless.

Most people in the town know who is the quietest person in the town.

Amid the rustling wind and mournful sounds, Bian Qi knocked on the door of the restaurant at the end of the street.

No one answered.

Bian Qi knocked again.

Still no answer.

Yu Zui really couldn't see it, "I've never seen you so polite."

She put away her umbrella, stepped forward and opened the door of Baiwei Pavilion.

Baiwei Pavilion is different from other stone houses on the street. Its doors and windows are just ordinary wood. In addition, as the only owner and cook of the restaurant, Qin Jian never locks the doors and windows, and only needs to be pushed lightly to open them.

As for why only the doors and windows of Baiwei Pavilion are made of wood, it is said that when the stone house was being built, because it happened to be at the deepest part of the street, there was not enough stone materials. wood instead.

Another theory is that the Qin Jian insisted that craftsmen build a cellar for themselves under Baiwei Pavilion.

And when everyone came to Beiyuan, there was a certain number of triple stones that could be allocated, and the construction under the ice was even more difficult and dangerous. It was difficult for him to ask the craftsmen to teach directly.

There were not enough stones on the ground, so the craftsman asked the cook, where did he live?

The cook replied, living in the cellar.

In this way, the craftsman only used the triple stone as the beam as the roof, and built the only two-story building in the whole town for him.

For decades, it is also very miraculous not to be overwhelmed by the wind and snow in Beiyuan.

There was no one in the lobby except some messy tables and chairs, Yu Zui went straight around the back kitchen and headed for the cellar, Bian Qi hurriedly followed her footsteps.

Below the cellar entrance, there were already people waiting here.

The fat cook patted his black apron to remove the powdered sugar from his palm.

"I already know why you are here." His expression turned serious, but he still spoke slowly, just like his appearance.

"It's really a big problem for children who don't want to eat."

Bian Qi was also respectful, while Yu Zui stepped back a few steps, leaving the open space in the arena for the two of them.

Qin Jian looked at the white-haired boy in front of him, with only peace in his eyes, and said slowly: "You know, the rules of Beiyuan."

"No matter what you do, as long as you are not caught by the big guys on the spot, both of you will act as if nothing happened."

"Yes." Bian Qi nodded.

"There is no fairness in this place. As long as Beiyuan remains Beiyuan, that thing didn't exist in the past, doesn't exist now, and won't exist in the future. The talk of equivalent exchange in your mouth is simply absurd."

"Yes."

Bian Qi felt bitter in his heart, this place is indeed as the cook said, it is a fierce place, and all actions and reasoning are based on fists.

There may be old and young, sick and disabled in the town, but no one is weak—not even a mortal.

How can a mortal who can survive in such a place be simple?
"The world will look like Beiyuan in the future. She can't live like that." The fat cook thought for a while, and then continued, "Although the inside of the mountain gate is a good place, it's better to let her come here now and cleanly. .”

The cook said these words very seriously. He has always been honest and honest, and he can't utter bad words.

"Liuguang is reluctant to give up, and please ask Uncle Qin to complete it." Bian Qi said sincerely.

"It's not a question of whether I'm perfect or not." Qin Jian shook her head, very embarrassed, "You are really bad, you put me in a difficult situation, you want me to be a good person, but you have to force me to I'm being a villain."

"Have you ever thought about your behavior, how should I accept Mr. Zheng's reprimand in the future?"

If he completes the disagreement, he will have to face the possible anger.

Not to mention, based on what he knew about the little girl's situation, Qin Jian sincerely believed that leaving earlier would be a relief.

The boy's long white hair, which was always neatly tied behind his head on weekdays, was extremely rarely scattered on his shoulders, and he met a certain figure in the memory of the fat cook, so he was speechless for a while.

After struggling for a long time, Qin Jian seemed to have finally made a decision.

He looked at Bian Qi with an expectant face, and said in a muffled voice, "If you insist, then we will follow Beiyuan's rules."

"One of the rules of Beiyuan, what you can't see is what you don't see."

"The second rule of Beiyuan, whoever has the biggest fist will set the rules."

The fat cook looked serious and clenched the knife in his hand.

"If you want me to fulfill you, you must either find a way to keep your brother's eyes from falling on me, or find someone who can set the rules."

"Other than that, there is only one way left."

(End of this chapter)