Drums and music are blaring, and torches are blazing.
Sihuang City and the Bandit-breaking Army set up a huge ceremony to welcome the heroes who returned late.
The etiquette soldiers lined up in the snow five miles away, and the four generals all came out to greet him with smiles on their faces. They led their horses into stirrups, bowed and bowed, and Liu Zhirou cooperated with him by pushing and giving way, and finally entered the city together with arms and legs.
In the past, when the Four Wastelands attacked Beirong, they had never achieved such an amazing result.
Liu Baiyi only had 9,000 soldiers, most of them infantry. They fought in all directions and attacked in the east and west. It was like entering an uninhabited territory in Beirong. He captured more than 20,000 young men and gained mountains.
I heard that even Old Ghost Hong of the Crystal Bone Realm suffered a big loss this time. He and Old Ghost Qi were both defeated and failed to gain any advantage from Liu Baiyi.
Therefore, several of their generals were willing to condescend and go out to meet him, just to keep Liu Baiyi.
General Dong of the Bei'an Army was still old after all, and he did not dare to let the young people wander.
This is also the bloody advantage of Sihuang City, which dares to use talents in an eclectic way.
Chang Si Zao regained some energy on the way back to the city, got off the boat and mounted his horse to be alert to the guards.
In order to prevent another Crystal Bone Realm master from breaking through the defense line and threatening the general of the Chinese army, and this has already happened twice, the three governor commanders each sent two cultivators to assist the remaining guards and strengthen the protection of Liu Zhirou.
After finishing the reward banquet at Yanwu Hall, he and Yi Shangyan laughed and talked and returned to their silent residence. It was already very late.
The first Yuan Chen Festival in Qingyuan Realm started with great vigor and then passed quietly.
After Chang Siguo washed himself and put on his new robe, he walked around the main room with his fingers on his chin under the candlelight, thinking that the general would call him to talk to him tomorrow at the latest. During the banquet, General Fang specially asked him to have a drink alone.
There are praises, a few words of encouragement, and unabashed appreciation in the words, even in front of outsiders.
He also noticed a lot of hidden glances, but he didn't care anymore.
With a flick of his wrist, a cloth bag containing a small copper bottle and a small copper box appeared in his sleeve pocket.
He pulled open the thin string at the mouth of the bag and dug out the two palm-sized, thin and soft pieces of old yellow silk with written text. He leaned close to the candlelight and used some of his recovered mental power to add his breath and open his clairvoyance to observe closely.
When in the wild, there is no time to relax and there are too many people to see.
He didn't want people to know about this scroll of text. Just by the occasional flash of colorful light on it, he knew that this thing was not ordinary.
He considered using a brocade handkerchief to outline the golden tripod text on it, keeping it just in case.
Under the unique "sight" of the Heavenly Eye, this ball of silk exudes brilliant brilliance. When the angle is changed, the colored light also changes. The dark brown text on it is covered by the brilliance, etc. I have often thought about "seeing" something jumping. Purple-red flames appeared in the middle of the silk text, moving and moving, looking mysterious and unusual.
After Chang thought about it, he took a closer look. Apart from the colorful light that was still changing, there was no flame anywhere.
Could it be the reflected candlelight?
Chang Siguo glanced at the candlelight, then at the silk in his hand which was three feet away from the candlelight. If he felt something, he slowly brought the silk closer to the candlelight.
At a distance of more than a foot, he once again "saw" the purple-red flames looming on the silk.
Threads are like smoke, appearing in the middle of the silk fabric closest to the fire.
I see
Chang Siguo realized that the golden tripod text on the silk was just a deception to disturb people's eyes. If he really followed the "secret technique" recorded on it, he would probably go astray without realizing it.
The real secret is those purple-red flames that are invisible to the naked eye.
The silk in his hand is getting closer to the candlelight.
The purple flames became clearer and clearer, and they were as bright as stars.
When you get very close, the old yellow silk changes color at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it is about to burn. First, smoke will appear on the surface, and the middle part will become burnt red. If you change it, you will quickly pull the silk away and stay away. Fire, so as not to burn the shining treasure.
Chang Siguo felt the heat coming from his fingers, and the tiny purple flames in his "sight" were rushing towards the candlelight. He put the silk fabric towards the fire in a flash of thought.
"Boom", the silk fabric was instantly engulfed by the fire, and a large ball of flame floated upward into the sky.
And in Chang Siguo's "sight", what he saw was the true face of the silk silk, as bright as clouds, and what burned were the words written on it. In the flames, there were countless tiny flames, from the bright veins and texture of the silk silk. Released, active, twisting and merging with each other.
As the flames rose to the highest point, all the tiny flames condensed into a wisp of purple fireworks that was more than an inch long. They swam happily in the flames. As the flames slowly fell downwards, they quickly turned from bright to dark. Erratic and dark.
A flash in the pan, the beautiful moment is about to pass away.
I often think about the blessings in my heart. When the flames fall to the height of the table, I stretch out my right hand and touch the soft, as if nothing, flame with my palm. Burning pain radiates from my palm.
He "saw" the purple flame swimming in his palm, seemingly unable to get in.
As the flames burning on the silk gradually dimmed and converged, the purple flames became smaller and weaker, and their color gradually faded.
I often think of being in a hurry, and I don't care about anything. I activate the body-nurturing skills, the body-tempering skills, and the Black Turtle Internal Breathing Technique in turn. The breath, true energy, etc. are poured into the palm of my right hand to cover it, and I feel a little nervous.
Is this what the old saying means that you are lucky but have bad ideas?
That old crow's mouth can't say anything good about him.
He obviously found an opportunity, but he wanted to watch it slip away from his hands.
Chang Siguo was very unwilling, sweating profusely, and just tried to say hello to the palm of his hand with whatever he knew how to do, and even used Fu Hu Jin in a hurry.
I don't know if it was the purple flame that touched the hair as thin as a hair, or if the opportunity came.
I saw the swirling purple flames piercing into the skin, condensing into a faint purple light spot, entrenched in the Laogong acupoint in the palm of my hand, and remained motionless.
The remaining firelight on the ball of silk, like a flash of light, left an inconspicuous lavender mark on his palm, and then went out.
Chang Siguo wiped a handful of sweat with his left hand and gently placed a ball of dust in his right hand on the table.
Knead it with your fingers and rub it again. The silk fabric is no longer there. It has been burned completely and only a few residues are left.
Until now, Chang Siguo still didn't know what the purple flame lurking in his palm was. He still had little knowledge in spiritual practice.
He just felt that he should do it, so he did it. In mysterious words, he followed his original intention and understood his nature.
There was no room for him to think too much at that moment. The opportunity was fleeting and there was no time to act cautiously.
After sensing it for a moment, I didn't get a reply from Zi Yan, and I didn't feel anything wrong.
Chang thought about it and ignored it. He couldn't run away. He checked several other items for a while, including the two battle knives he captured used by the disabled old cultivators of Beirong. He was kidnapped by the killer, and Lao Wan went to the earth wall specifically. Collect them for him and give them to Liu Zhirou for safekeeping, as well as a few dozen white jade coins.
Chang thought that he would never dare to touch a few small copper bottles and small copper boxes. He would ask the village pharmacist to help him identify them tomorrow.
Sweeping the ashes to the ground, Chang Siguo practiced boxing for a while, then went to bed to meditate and restore his cultivation.
Nothing happened all night.
Early in the morning on the second day of the second grade, Chang Siguo was in high spirits after finishing his morning classes. Outside, Yi Shangyan was calling him to have breakfast. He opened the door and saw another foot-long icicle hanging from the eaves, as bright as crystal.
There is a light cold fog in the yard, and the remaining snow is as new as new.
Yi Shangyan stood on the bluestone road, looking at the main house to the north with his hands folded, looking a little sad.
Chang Siguo also looked at the main room strangely, where there was no door open and no movement coming out. The maid with dark cheeks couldn't be so lazy. It was too late last night and she didn't disturb Song Mu's rest, so she asked, " what happened"
"Mu Mu went back to the Haoran Sect, riding in a carriage and taking his servant girl with him. Yesterday morning, he got the news of the victory at Paoma Ling, so he bid farewell to the general and lost a limb. He no longer has to go on missions in the future, which is a relief."
Yi Shangyan shook his head, walked to the east wing, and said depressedly, "Mumu doesn't want brothers to see his miserable state often. He feels bad, Namu."
Chang Siguo was stunned for a while and cursed, "It's too much. No matter what, we have to wait for us to come back and have a dinner before going back. It's not good for him to be like this. He's still not a brother."
"Yeah, that guy has such bullshit virtues. Let's go and eat. Don't talk about him anymore."
Chang Siguo rarely stopped chattering all the way, scolding him until he stopped talking.
He didn't have many friends in this world. After drinking, Mu Mu got along well with him and taught him a lot about body and footwork. He was a cold-faced guy but hot-hearted. After drinking too much, he would walk drunkenly around the yard and sing loudly. , dance to clear the shadow.
Let there be more excitement in the heart that often misses loneliness.
Friends are like the spring breeze, suitable for dispelling the unknown suffering.
The little maid Qingya wore a festive red jacket and red skirt, dressed as beautifully as a bride. She bent sideways and knelt down to salute, with a smile on her face and a crisp voice, "Wish you good luck, Mr. Chang."
"Oh, oh, let's get green buds up."
Chang Siguo suddenly felt that this was a bit like the Chinese New Year, and he hurriedly took out a red paper envelope from his arms. He had specially prepared it. He didn't know if he was interested in the New Year's red envelope from his previous life.
Hei Wa had been hanging out in the military camp before, and Hei's father had never given him a red envelope. Hei and his son were contented to have a big meal of fat and greasy meat during the Chinese New Year.
Qingya looked at Yi Shangyan in surprise, her ears were a little red, and she didn't dare to reach out to take the gift.
Yi Shangyan laughed and said, "Take it, they are all our brothers."
Qingya then took the red paper bag with both hands, smiled and thanked her, and shyly turned to the kitchen.
Yi Shangyan sat at the table and winked unceremoniously, "I just collected Qingya's room last night. Brother, you gave me this gift in time. It's the first one."
Chang Siguo ate a handful of dog food that was caught off guard.
It was early in the morning and he was already full.
Yi Shangyan didn't notice it at all. He had a great appetite and said while eating, "Brother, this time we brought thousands of young women from Beirong, and there are many chicks among them. They will be cleaned up in the market in a few days." I’ll pick out two good ones for you first, otherwise we’ll sell the detasseled Beicheng Beian City and Fucheng, and there won’t be many good ones left.”
"Forget it, you go buy two and keep them for yourself. I'll stay clean alone."
Chang Siguo took a bite of the bun. The meat fillings were filled with fat and thin meat, and his mouth was full of delicious flavor. He shook his head and refused.
He had seen the scenes of Beirong women and girls being tied up and dragged by soldiers until they were howling and rolling in the mud and blood stains of the snow. He really had no interest in enjoying the wife and daughter of a man whose family had been destroyed.
He didn't have many limits in his mind, and still had some persistence.
"Brother, what's the matter with you?"
Yi Shangyan stared and almost suspected whether this brother had a habit of cutting off his sleeves. When he saw the little maid coming out with hot dishes, she looked at him quietly with her eyes. He changed his words at the edge of his mouth, "Hei baby, don't talk nonsense, I have a young man." Just one serving of buds is enough, why would you buy so many and add chaos to the house? You just like to chew your tongue, and you are not very kind."
The little maid's eyes sparkled as she placed the dishes in front of her master and walked briskly back to the kitchen.
Chang Siguo picked up more than ten big meat buns in a row, got up and left. There was no way to finish the meal.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"full."
"Put down the buns when you are full."
"Hungry."
"You must have done it on purpose, leave two for me."
"No",
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