I Am A Snake, Teaching A Bunch Of Ghosts Is Very Reasonable

the moon is splashed, and the heaven and earth are clear.

the blue clothes standing on the roof fluttered, as if they were about to soar away.

three lacquered pupils, silently staring at the woman who slowly climbed away.

on the ground, pull out a long bloodstain.

“Why can’t the phoenix flutter its wings?!”

Tsing Yijian’s brows furrowed.

A woman who has gathered three hundred years of spiritual energy in a small town has lived such a miserable life.

If it is in the outside world, a woman can cultivate into a land immortal in a hundred years.

If the birth is left in the swaggering mountain full of immortals, a woman will not be unable to become the next mountain owner.

swaggering mountain lord, that is, the sky of the Xiangang continent.

“Is it… What is there in this town that can crush this young phoenix?! ”

……

the ninth and final day of the dedication festival.

for the first and last time in his life, Old Master Zhao lost tens of thousands of taels of silver ingots.

the townspeople staked their entire wealth, happily closed their mouths and shouted ‘I am the gambling god’.

only bet a few copper plates, and beat his chest with remorse.

Ichiko did not bet, and he wanted to open his stomach with a knife, wanting to see with his own eyes whether his intestines were cyan.

……

tenth day of the festival of dedication.

Yin is a moment later, and the moon is cold and starry.

deepest part of the sacred wood forest, in front of the ‘Kill Ghost’ sacred tree.

Xiao Budian can no longer kneel, and his knees are piercing as if they are rotting down.

I had to lie face down, lying on the ground with my arms straight and my small hands folded.

“Divine Master,”

> Xiao Bu Dian does not know how to call the gods.

since every resident of the town has seen Xueju Qi Fuzi, they all show great respect, so let it be called Fuzi.

“Can you hear it?”

“The kid is called Chen Mengfei.”

“God, the boy has been kowtowing here for nine hours a day, and he has been kowtowing for nine days.”

“The kid is not greedy, I am afraid that you are tired of the god master.”

“The kid does not ask for the sweetness of the ninth life.”

“Sweet one, one life is good.”

Xiaobu struggled to get up, his legs trembling.

opened his arms, stretched out two small hands, and gently hugged the body of the divine tree, the fierce twisted face of pain that seemed to be being cut by a thousand cuts.

“Thank you, Shinfuko~”

“35”>….

on the banks of the Taiping River, at the gate of the fence courtyard.

looked at Xiao Budian to finish the last day safely, and climbed towards the town little by little.

Tsing Yi stretched out a palm towards the sky.

In the sound of breaking the air, the wooden sword hanging above the sacred wood forest flew obliquely.

grabbed the wooden sword, dangled it around his waist, and returned to the house.

lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

about an hour later.

Tsing Yi, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

sat up sharply, pushed the door and walked out of the courtyard.

just in time to see the woman who lost her legs climb across the covered bridge.

in front of the sacred woods.

woman struggled to look up at the huge smiling face on the tree’s body.

“Is it you who my son knocked?”

Soon, the woman shook her head and said to herself: “No.” ”

the second sacred tree.

the third tree.

the fourth tree.

……

up to the twenty-seventh.

woman was about to ask, but slowly turned her head.

what comes into view is a delicate and clean Tsing Yi.

pointed to the depths of the Shenmu Forest, and Qing Yi said indifferently: “Your mud puppet is in the innermost part, that ghost.” < p idx="58" > woman whispered, “Thank you.” ”

“My surname is Qi, my name is Qingqi, the character is Xiujiao, and I am a small-town scholar.”

Tsing Yi can’t remember how many years he hasn’t revealed his ‘word’ to others.

“The concubine body is called Nanjin Ping, Wuyi Lane Chen Family Chen Nan Clan.”

woman smiled and slowly crawled towards the depths of the Shenmu Forest.

……

two quarters of an hour later.

woman finally climbed in front of the ghost tree.

voice was soft: “Is it you who my son knocked?” ”

two bright streams suddenly flowed from the eyes of the hideous face, like red blood.

woman smiled and said, “It’s you.” ”

braced himself with one hand and began digging with the other.

After about a blaze of kung fu, the woman dug up her son’s clay puppet for herself.

“”My son’s craftsmanship~”

> took out the note with his name written on the mud puppet’s empty stomach and stuffed it into his mouth.

woman quickly chews and swallows into her stomach.

immediately bit his index finger and wrote the three characters ‘Chen Mengfei’ on the clay puppet’s body with blood.

“That kid will be very sad to find out.”

Tsing Yi’s voice sounded behind itself.

woman buried the clay puppet while whispering: “Mr. Qi, I don’t feel bitter. ”

“It is my son who really suffers.”

“I’m a cripple who has never cooked even a meal for my son.”

“When I was so young, I had to step on the bench to boil medicine for me, prepare meals, wash my clothes, and go into the mountains every day to dig for herbs.”

“Only when it rains and snows can you lie in my arms and pestering me to tell stories.”

“Mr. Qi, I want to die.”

“When I die, the mountain that weighs down my son’s spine will fall apart.”

“He’s so tired, I just wanted him to make it easier.”

woman’s eyes were red and said, “But I can’t bear it.” ”

“I’ve only seen him for six years.”

“I just want to keep watching.”

Tsing Yi sighed faintly.

“Let’s look again.”

“Wait until the kid grows up.”

“When he can be alone, he can dig a deep pit and hold your body.”

“Wait until then die.”

……

the sky is bright.

woman climbs back into Wuyi Lane.

East wing of the Chen Family Courtyard.

woman crawls to her son’s side.

stretched out his thin palm and gently rubbed his son’s little face.

woman’s eyes were full of tenderness, “Niang doesn’t want any wealth and well-being in the ninth life, Niang has you is enough.” ”

“Nine Sweet, how can it be worth a smiling face from me.”

woman gently leaned down and touched her face with Xiao Bu Dian face.

listen to his son’s heartbeat and breathing, and feel his son’s warmth.

woman muttered: “Such a kind and well-behaved cute child, is my Nanjinping’s son~”

“104”>….

memories stop.

Qi Qingyan stood up and stared at the distorted old man’s face on the body of the Divine Tree.

“Within a month, if that woman, or that child, does not give me a dream, I will cut you and burn you!”

Say nothing, Qing Yi led the big yellow dog away.

in a small courtyard in the small town of Wash Sword Lane.

the old willow who was brewing syrup stretched out his little finger and buttoned the ear hole.

“This little ghost surnamed Qi is quite angry.”

……

After returning to the fenced courtyard, Tsing Yi walked into the main hall and looked at the wall.

there is a sword hanging on the wall.

sword name ‘listen to the wind’.

“Is it just half a master?!”

Tsing Yi untied the wooden sword and placed it on the desk.

immediately remove the wind and hang it around the waist.

“Half a master is also a master.”

feed the big yellow dog to the point of almost death.

Tsing Yi walked out of the fenced courtyard and locked the courtyard door.

“Child, and walk slowly, Qi Banshi will send you the last ride~”

> tap on tiptoe, jump dozens of feet.

Tsing Yi’s figure quickly disappeared between the mountains.

……

Qingping Town is hundreds of miles away from Lingshi County, Yunzhou.

people traveled for most of the month, and it took seven or eight days to ride a horse-drawn carriage, mainly because the mountain road was rough.

the third day of descent.

Among the lofty mountains, Zhu Jiuyin jumped a hundred zhang, and the wind whistled in his ears.

“small, wait~”

>….

Ps: The sword is called a little blood, from the red stove of “Sword Come” to point blood, the back is wrong, make red blood, my pot.

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