fifth form

"Four directions up and down say Yu..."

Lying on the cold ground of Chang'an City Official Street, Rong Tianding muttered, repeating what Shi Wudao had chanted.

As a practitioner of the Shijiao School, what Shi Wudao recites is useless to many people, but to him it is another sense, even his sense is extremely strong.

The universe and the extension of the universe are constantly lingering in his body, and destruction and vitality are constantly intertwined and staged.

The inclusiveness of space, the forward and backward flow of time, are constantly evolving in the teaching of Shiwudao.

"Is time flowing backwards?"

Rong Tianding's eyes widened, and the fear of death continued to spread in his heart.

No one can be completely calm in the face of death, but if he wants to escape his death crisis, he may need to actually fall into death.

Only death can get rid of corpse gas and Nanminghuo, but because he still has a physical body, maybe there is a chance to breathe back that breath.

Rong Tianding is not a peerless genius, but he is not stupid if he can enter the country with the superficial content passed down by Taoist Mu, and he can learn Nan Minghuo from Dong Zhongshu.

"Cousin...cousin...I...I want...I want to die first!"

Rong Tianding opened his mouth.

The cultivator's self-help was more of his own. When Zhang Xuezhou's many methods failed to work, Rong Tianding finally chose to gamble his life.

"Clear qi has not risen, turbid qi has not subsided, wandering mind has not yet spirited, five colors have not been divided, there is something in it, the spirit remains in the dark..."

He muttered in his mouth, and the vajra talisman supported by his body's mana was gradually extinguished.

Corpse Qi still remained in the pores of his body, and Nanminghuo penetrated into the gaps to burn.

But with Rong Tianding's abandonment, Nan Minghuo gradually went out.

"Cousin? Cousin?"

Half-kneeling on the official street of Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou looked terrified.

It's not that he has never seen people die, but he has never seen his close relatives die in front of him.

In particular, his cultivation was a lot ahead of Rong Tianding, and he had been out of the world for several years. Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that Rong Tianding would die in front of him due to an accidental negligence.

He began to hate himself, regretting why he hadn't traveled far on horseback.

Even as long as they were tens or even hundreds of miles away from Chang'an City, Rong Tianding might not be affected by the aftermath of this top monk's battlefield.

"What is fate, what is luck?"

Zhang Xuezhou roared angrily.

He stared wide-eyed at this familiar yet unfamiliar world.

Whether he's aggressive or cautious, he doesn't seem to be free from bad influences.

The one moment he was laughing, but the next moment he couldn't even cry.

Zhang Xuezhou hated the celestial demons from outside the territory for making his life a mess, hated Emperor Jing's blessing for making his fate bumpy, and even more hated himself for being involuntary.

The drift of life makes it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to be stable, and it is also difficult to calm down.

But Zhang Xuezhou found that he had to stabilize himself.

He needs to figure something out, and he needs to have the ability to do it.

No matter what happened, he had to stop.

He needs to study clearly everything about himself, and also needs to study clearly Huang Lao's theory involving "fate" and "luck", as well as the theory of physiognomy that may change fate.

He wants to calm down and study, even if this kind of research is a long way.

This is not only to save himself, but also to avoid affecting those close to him.

Today it may be Rong Tianding's death, tomorrow it will be Zhang Manqian, the day after tomorrow it will be Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, and whether it will affect Ren Anran and others in the future.

"No noise is allowed on the street, where are you from and what's your name?"

Zhang Xuezhou picked up Rong Tianding's body with a gloomy face until the guards patrolling the official street in the distance scolded him.

Gradually sinking into a cold body made Zhang Xuezhou's heart also cold.

He walked slowly along the long street, and fell into the darkness of the street.

The figure receded, and the guards who scolded him from a distance did not dare to step forward to investigate.

This is not just a matter of leaving the patrol range without authorization, but that many people have encountered the attack of corpses tonight, and it is already hard for people to have the courage to go around to investigate.

Everyone is waiting for the dawn, and then let the sun sweep away all the filth.

"come here!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know how long he walked while holding the corpse in a daze.

When the sky was twilight, he only heard a familiar hoarse sound, and a pair of hands grabbed the back of his neck.

"Heal me!"

The hoarse voice became normal after two coughs, and it also became the voice of a young woman.

Zhang Xuezhou looked up slightly, and saw in the twilight of the morning, the woman who had been seeking healing in front of their booth grabbed him and stood at the corner of the Dong Mansion's wall again.

"Your healing technique didn't cure me." The woman said, "I paid the money, and you will be responsible to the end!"

She glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, and then at Rong Tianding who Zhang Xuezhou was holding.

When she stretched out her fingers at Rong Tianding's nostrils, the woman's attitude softened quickly.

"It's quite remarkable that he survived the attack of Wudao's corpse aura and left the whole body behind." The woman said, "But people cannot be resurrected after death, so why don't you save me, a living person, instead of hugging the dead and being depressed?"

"Do you know the person who attacked the palace?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I know him, and that's all I know. I don't even know why he has become so terrifying and difficult to deal with," the woman replied.

"Tell me some ways to save my cousin, and I will stop the bleeding for you," Zhang Xuezhou said.

Zhang Xuezhou stared at the woman.

Before Shi Wudao attacked the palace, it was the women who caused trouble.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to know why these people retaliated against the imperial court, but he knew that these people represented some high-end school forces.

Any school has a few hands-on work, and the other party may not be able to save the life, but a piece of information may be useful.

"I didn't... Hey, wait, how about you let him bask in the sun, the heat of the sun should be able to sweep away the filthy corpse, and maybe bring him back to life!"

"goodbye!"

The woman made a suggestion, which is similar to drinking more hot water when you are sick.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't care about the woman's possible attack, and walked towards the guest house with Rong Tianding in his arms.

"Hey, just wait!"

The woman looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who had a gloomy face, and knew very well that this kind of person would hardly have any motivation to help her heal when she was depressed, and even the other party's mentality was almost at the stage of collapse, even if he forced him to death, it would have very little effect.

"I have another way to try!"

"any solution?"

When the woman spoke again, Zhang Xuezhou quickly turned his head back.

"It's cheap for you... Huh, I have a treasure that has the power to remove filth and filth, but I will give it to your cousin to remove filth and corpses, and you must also cure me." The woman said: "You must at least cast spells on me More than ten times!"

If you can't go out through the main entrance, you can only climb over the walls of Chang'an City.

The short areas of these walls are more than 40 meters high, and the high ones are nearly [-] meters.

This is not a height that ordinary people can climb. The woman tried several times in the middle of the night. Not only did she never climb over the city wall after forcibly performing the light body technique, but it also caused her uterine bleeding again.

No shop owner's medicines came as quickly as Zhang Xuezhou's surgery.

The woman hoped that Zhang Xuezhou could heal her quickly.

The innocent corpse attacked Chang'an City at night, and the scene created by this kind of thing is far bigger than their actions.

If she guessed correctly, the enthroned little emperor might try his best to investigate everything in Chang'an City.

The personnel patrolling Chang'an City today may not only be the imperial guards, but may also involve a certain army that has been transferred to guard Chang'an City.

It's hard for her without a "festival" to escape this kind of city-wide inspection.

She needs to escape from Chang'an City in the fastest way in the shortest time.