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

night falls, and the moon is clear.

in front of Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

In the small fenced courtyard, Tsing Yi stood under the eaves, looking down at a pair of slender palms, hesitating.

“left-handed, or right-handed?” So tangled ~

” can hold a sword in his right hand and can hold chopsticks, Tsing Yi finally chooses his left hand.

enter the main hall and lift the lid of the golden silk nan coffin.

two swords come into view.

iron sword and red blood.

there is also a string of brightly colored, blood-curdled sugar gourds.

Tsing Yi counted, a total of nine red fruits.

leaned down, gently broke the boy’s left and right hands, and Tsing Yi took the sugar gourd and the iron sword away and put it aside.

he immediately picked up the headless body of the teenager and placed it on the long table.

gently hold the young man’s head out.

staring at the dead gray face close at hand, Qing Yi’s heavy pupils bloomed with cold light, “Killing a thousand knives of insects, Ling Chi executed, crushing thousands of corpses, not enough to vent anger.” < p idx="14"> placing the human head on the long table, Tsing Yi’s movements were gentle and slow, and the coarse linen clothes and tattered straw shoes on the boy’s corpse were removed.

then beat half a basin of warm water and took a clean towel.

After wringing the cloth wet, wipe the body carefully for the teenager.

about two quarters of an hour later.

body scrubbed three times, Tsing Yi brought the fourth basin of water, and gently removed the green hairpin.

lifeless hair like dead grass.

Tsing Yi washes the hair and wash the face of teenagers.

In two quarters of an hour, after washing the young man’s lead, Tsing Yi took out the newly bought life clothes and shoes.

like the moon, like frost and snow, white without a trace of variety.

Tsing Yi is like a father, put on life clothes and shoes for teenagers.

hair is not yet dry, and you have to wait a long time in a bun.

Qing Yi came to the golden silk nan wooden coffin, staring at the string of crystal sugar gourds.

“How does it feel weird?!”

I always feel that something is wrong.

but I pondered for a long time, but I couldn’t think of a reason.

……

when the hair is all dry, Tsing Yi skillfully coils the hair bun for the teenager and inserts a jade hairpin.

then picked up the wind sword and walked out of the main hall, sitting on a small bench under the eaves.

a bang.

long sword unsheathed.

Tsing Yi holds a sword in his right hand and extends his left hand.

place the bladeless blade against the base of the little finger.

suddenly came into power.

Yin Hong fell to the ground brightly, splashing into a burning blood flower.

Tsing Yi looked as usual, leaned over and picked up his little finger.

sewing corpses, needles and threads are essential.

but ordinary dead things, you can sew corpses, but you can’t sew souls.

Tsing Yi thought for a long time, but decided to replace the silver needle with his land immortal bone.

Remove the flesh and skin, Tsing Yi’s left thumb bone, right hand listening to the wind sword.

click and click, sharpen bones with a sword.

……

it was not until the middle of the moon that Tsing Yi stopped moving mechanically.

getting up from the bench, Meimei stretched.

“whew~”

“48”> let out a long breath of turbid gas.

palm swiped in the void in front of him.

‘benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith

‘< p idx="51"> ‘sincerity, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and ti'”52″> ten honmei characters such as ten rounds of little sun.

Tsing Yi pointed to the word ‘loyal’.

the void shook, the golden light was restrained, and the word ‘loyalty’ slowly eased the body, reforming a very thin and extremely long gold line.

pinched slightly, twisting the gold thread.

Tsing Yi immediately threaded the needle.

needle is the bone needle of the land gods.

line is the golden thread of Confucian Confucianism.

Qing Yi waved his sleeve robe, and the nine characters of his life disappeared.

entered the main hall and placed the young man’s head on the broken neck of the headless corpse.

Tsing Yi has a serious face, and the bone needle point pierces the dead gray skin.

each needle has a strong feeling of grasshoppers shaking trees and praying arms as cars.

like a grass trying to pierce an iron plate.

extremely difficult!

after just two stitches, Tsing Yi was pale and sweaty.

the heart in the chest is beating wildly, and the blood in the whole body is almost boiling.

gritted his teeth, Tsing Yi’s palm pinched the needle was as stable as a rock, and the third needle fell.

to complete the mutilated souls of the dead who have been dead for most of the month, this is against the sky.

must not be done by land immortals.

……

in the blink of an eye, the sky is slightly white.

In the main hall, Tsing Yi finished the last stitch, forced himself to feel dizzy, and held the edge of the table to look at the teenager.

The boy who was separated from the body yesterday is now flawless.

The golden thread gradually fades into the flesh and blood, repairing the corpse and repairing the soul.

Qing Yi, whose face was as pale as paper, smiled bitterly, “Sorry, child, the half-master is only a land immortal, so I can only do this.” ”

……

when the sun is high in the center of the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin faced the cold wind, holding a shovel in his left hand and carrying two granite tombstones on his right shoulder, to the peach blossom forest in the western boundary of the town.

there are lonely graves deep in the peach blossom forest.

long irregular stone slab as a tombstone, with the inscription ‘Tomb of Nanjinping, Loving Mother’.

lower right ‘Unfilial son Chen Mengfei stands up’.

muffled sound, two brand new tombstones landed.

Zhu Jiuyin inserted the shovel into the frozen soil and came to the woman’s grave.

The cold wind blows and the clothes fly.

I couldn’t help but think of a woman’s scrawny appearance.

the pair of clear and bright eyes that are always tender like water, similar to Xiao Budian and more like God, Zhu Jiuyin has not forgotten to this day.

stared at the grave bag for a long time, his heart was full of thousands of words, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn’t spit out a single word.

Zhu Jiuyin pulled out a shovel, shoveled the crazy dead grass on the grave, and filled it with new soil.

immediately began digging a hole next to the woman’s grave.

after one hour.

burial pit dug.

when Zhu Jiuyin also came, he walked towards the peach blossom forest with a shovel in his left hand and two tombstones on his right shoulder.

something suddenly flew obliquely from a high altitude.

Zhu Jiuyin in thought turned his head sharply.

I saw a yellow sparrow standing on the new monument.

two round, water spirit.

seems to have seen it somewhere.

……

in front of Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

Zhu Jiuyin walked into the fenced courtyard and placed two tombstones lightly under the eaves.

enter the main hall and come to the golden silk nan wooden coffin.

looking at the body inside the coffin intact, there is no trace of suture marks on the neck.

Zhu Jiuyin gave a thumbs up to Qing Yi on the corpse bed, “Fierce!” < p idx="104"> his face was as white as paper, and Qing Yi, who was almost breathless like a gossamer, said in a thin voice: “The eighth day of the first lunar month of Ming’er La is this child’s birthday, and it is also a good and auspicious day.” ”

“Burial at noon, what do you think?”

Zhu Jiuyin nodded, “Yes.” ”

“In addition, I put the small tombstone under the eaves, and the work of engraving is up to you, after all, it is a big Confucian who learns rich and has a rich belly.”

Tsing Yi corrected: “It’s an ordinary reader. ”

Zhu Jiuyin smiled, closed the lid of the coffin, and left with the coffin on his shoulder.

……

day thin.

not under the mountain.

Zhu Jiuyin put the Xuantie epee and soft sword that Xiao Budian had used into the coffin.

then carry the small body out of the coffin.

the master and apprentice duo sat on the edge of the cliff and quietly watched the burning clouds in the sky.

inside the Netherworld Abyss, heart-rending screams wafted from time to time.

Little whirlwind is not a person, and mice will also drink Maoru blood, and they are so hungry that they even eat their own cubs.

so torturing the human soul body not only does not have the slightest psychological burden, but enjoys it.

“Xiao Bu Dian , in this life, I will accompany the teacher to see the sunset one last time.”

“In the next life, you must come earlier.”

“Even if the sea is over, Buzhou Mountain will always be here.”

“Master will always … Always waiting for you. ”

Soon, night shrouded Shino.

Zhu Jiuyin picked up Xiao Budian’s corpse, lightly toed his toes, and jumped straight to the top of Buzhou Mountain.

……

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