Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 71 Red Thread
Lixian Mountain towers into the clouds.

The top is called Lixiantai. If you stand on it, you can see the sea of ​​clouds, halo, nature, heaven and earth.

It is completely opposite to the Immortal Platform where countless practitioners yearn for and seek to ascend to heaven at the top of Tianzhou.

There is a stone tablet erected by Taizu himself on Lixiantai. On it are written eight characters: Stay away from the path of immortality and defend your homeland.

This was the first time that Zhao Chengfeng and Wei Huanchu saw these eight vigorous and powerful words full of expectations, both in their previous lives and in this life, so they understood why royal weddings came here to pay their respects to heaven and earth.

Because of the Immortal Path incident, the sect's nest is indeed doing more harm than good to the country and the family. This is a wake-up call for the heirs of the royal family.

Therefore, those in Lixian Sect only regard cultivation as a means and do not seek immortality through cultivation.

This kind of mentality can sometimes allow practitioners to move forward lightly, or it can be used to answer the sentence that sounds very unreasonable and looks even more unreasonable, but occasionally it does make sense - if you ask for nothing, you will return with a full load.

Perhaps this is the reason why there have been so many powerful people in Lixianshan in the past few decades.

In short, especially in the past ten years, a large part of the reason why Zhou Tian has slowly straightened up in the world of Kyushu is because of the existence of this mountain.

After reading these eight words, the third prince and the young princess came to Lixiantai and bent down, kneeling to worship the heaven and earth in the vast misty clouds outside Lixiantai.

After saying: "The ceremony is completed".Under the witness of all the royal relatives, the two people retreated.

Next they would rest for a while and then proceed to the palace.

And this time of rest is naturally indispensable for greetings and socializing.

Fortunately for Zhao Chengfeng, although he was the groom's official, he had just entered Kyoto not long ago and didn't know anyone. Although King Xian wanted to get to know him, he didn't want to get to know him either. His son-in-law was mainly rebellious.

Wei Huanchu was so busy that he felt dizzy, because no matter who saw her, he would hear people exclaim: "I'm fine, I'm fine~!"

Moreover, this was still Lixian Mountain, and the one who apparently cured him was Senior Brother Fang Zhibai, so she naturally wanted to chat with the Taoist priests and Zhou Tian's No. [-] Nian Master.

Fortunately, you will feel much more comfortable talking to them.

After a short break, it was time to go down the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Perhaps on the way back to the carriage, he saw that he had returned to Zhao Chengfeng. It must have been the scholar Aotian who had just killed someone. Seeing that the child still looked like porcelain, the little princess returned to the luxurious carriage. The first thing I just asked Zhao Chengfeng:
"Damn it?"

Zhao Chengfeng was stunned when she heard this, and immediately realized that she was asking whether the people from the three major sects she was going to kill today should die.

So he nodded heavily: "That's damn good."

……

Damn martial artist Fan Yuanhui hasn't realized yet that he is about to die.

But he realized that if he didn't take good care of his current condition, he would be close to death.

His symptoms mainly came from fear and sleeplessness, or more accurately, being disturbed by nightmares for several days.

In the dream, he was watching indifferently from his room in the post house.

I saw women stuffed into black black iron boxes one after another, burned until not even ashes were left.

Then when the scene changes, you will see that the box has a mouth, and all the women who were burned to death come out, carrying fly ashes and faces that were annihilated in the fire to seek their lives.

This is a problem that has been engraved since that day at the North City Gate.

Maybe he had seen too many of the twelve portraits Cui Zhi had placed that day.

But now this is no longer important. What is important is that the dream repeats itself every day, going back and forth, causing him to instinctively not want to close his eyes.

Over the past few days, he has tried various methods, including finding so-called immortals, trying to uncover what people call foreign affairs, burning paper money, folding ingots, and even kowtowing outside the post house, but to no avail.

Closing his eyes out of instinctive fear, coupled with not sleeping for many days, quickly brought his spirit to the brink of collapse.

Therefore, what Fan Yuanhui wants to do most now is to have a dreamless sleep.

But whether he drank decoction or consulted a doctor within the sect, he used various methods, but they could only make him fall asleep for a short time. When he woke up, his fear deepened, and it was obvious that the extreme fear could not help him get rid of his dreams and fall asleep.

Therefore, in the past few days, he started to feel a little sick and rushed to the doctor, looking for people to treat his illness.

Today, he specially found a small courtyard in Pingfang.

There was an aunt living in the small courtyard.

It is said that she has cured many diseases for ordinary people in Pingfang these days, and it is no problem for her to deal with any difficult and complicated diseases.

When he first met this aunt, Fan Yuanhui didn't think there was anything special about her.

But after taking a quick pulse, she said, "I need acupuncture."

Fan Yuanhui naturally tried acupuncture earlier and couldn't help but said: "I've tried it before."

"Trust me."

The aunt's words were short, but they revealed a strong sense of confidence.

This is something that Fan Yuanhui needs very much now: "Can it be cured?"

"I guarantee you'll sleep until you can't even get up."

The aunt patted her chest and took out a box. Seeing her skill in twisting the silver needle, Fan Yuanhui, who had been in the hospital for several days, naturally chose to believe her.So, he stretched out his hand first.

The auntie turned slightly, and the tip of the silver needle gently entered her arm.

Instead of feeling the pain of the puncture, I felt.
The aunt asked: "Are you numb?"

Fan Yuanhui: "I feel numb."

"That's right!"

"what?"

"The other hand."

Fan Yuanhui raised his arm when he heard this, and instantly felt numb again.

Of course, he was not completely vigilant. This degree of numbness and the shallow position of the silver needle entering the acupuncture point were all within control.

With his cultivation level, he can easily fly away with just a slight movement of his true energy, and there will definitely be no accidents.

So, next, Fan Yuanhui allowed his aunt to inject six needles in a row.

Not to mention that I felt a little sleepy. Although I didn’t know what it would be like in the dream, I finally saw some effects.

“That last shot is going to hurt a little bit.”

"Um"

As soon as she finished speaking, the aunt patted the needle box and picked out a slightly long silver needle in mid-air. She twisted it with two fat fingers and the long needle rolled into the palm of her hand.

"Hey~!"

The aunt slammed the long needle into Fan Yuanhui's temple with her palm.

When the needle pierced the surface of the skin, Fan Yuanhui felt alarmed. He subconsciously mobilized his true energy, but found that the six needles that seemed painless and itchy before, as well as the slight numbness, slowed down the speed.

then
"Crack~!"

It does hurt a little
Silver needle into the brain.

Fan Yuanhui instantly lost all ability to move, and only his eyeballs could move.

Then, he saw the calm-looking aunt in front of him and began to look at him carefully.

While looking at it, I saw a long red thread with a very thick needle.

A feeling of powerlessness in the face of death emerged in my heart.

But the only expression can only be the despair in his eyes.

Fan Yuanhui thought of his illness and his dream.

It was also at this time that the red thread, not a silver needle, which seemed to be a needle used for embroidery, was shot between his eyebrows.

The aunt raised a finger and controlled the embroidery needle to move around his body while saying, "Slow down and die. I'll take a look at your life pearl."

Fan Yuanhui, who bowed his head slightly, could not express his agreement or refusal. He could only feel that the life beads in his body seemed to be pursued by an embroidery needle, all the way from his left arm to his right foot.

As if trying to penetrate and bring out the Life Pearl, the embroidery needle attacks continuously.

However, the life pearl has a spirit and moves around.

Then Fan Yuanhui saw one after another red threads sprouting crazily on the back of his hands, on the tip of his nose, and everywhere on his body, like countless weeds sprouting up in Kyoto overnight when spring flowers bloom.

……

At the same time, in front of the palace gate, which was not even covered with weeds, the wedding honor guard procession from the Lixian Sect finally arrived.

In addition to the Huayu carriage, there were many people at the end of the queue who came spontaneously, claiming to be their mother's family, and seemed to be marrying the little princess.

So when Wei Huanchu walked down, Zhao Chengfeng heard countless blessings from the side.

He ignored it and just walked towards the palace gate according to his schedule.

But after a few steps, he noticed that the woman who was about to cross the door did not follow him.

So Zhao Chengfeng turned around and saw Wei Huanchu, a young princess dressed in red, who had just finished waving to the people and found half a short red thread on her new clothes.

Then she put it in the palm of her hand and blew it gently into the air.

The place was already empty, but the wind swept the red thread into the red walls of the palace, which symbolized blood.

Wei Huanchu looked at it and sighed...
"I really don't want to go."

　You know, as a writer, there are a few days every month that are particularly uncomfortable.
　　I have to admit, I'm here.
　　So there are even fewer.
　　I think I've been too tight recently and I can't hold it anymore.

　　I plan to play a game of basketball tomorrow morning, then come back smelly and sweaty, take a shower, and finally have a good night's sleep.

　　Then code again.
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　　Long live understanding
　　
　
(End of this chapter)