Huoping turned around and was hit by a gust of fragrant wind. He hurriedly dodged and half of his body was embedded in the wall before he escaped a slap.
"Like a mouse drilling a hole, very slippery?" The young lady was dressed in black, her face frosty, and she stood tall and graceful. No need to show any "gold leaf order", he also knew who this noble person was, Duanmu Jinxiu, the treasured daughter of the city lord.
The two faced each other face to face, Duanmu Jinxiu raised his eyebrows, "I remember you, Mr. Huo's nephew, a playboy who has accomplished nothing."
Of course, Huo Ping also remembered that he often read and played with her many years ago. At that time, the young lady was shy and cute. Now that she has grown up, she has a beautiful appearance, but is extremely unruly.
"Xiu'er?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Duanmu Jinxiu interrupted angrily, "You brat, don't call me that!" He raised his delicate hand and was about to start a fight, but Huo Ping dodged again, pretending to be innocent. "When old friends meet, don't fight and kill them. If you're not happy, I'll just leave!"
Jinxiu swept with another palm, and Huoping walked through the wall, leaving the young lady stamping her feet outside and cursing. There was a storage room inside. He found a soft corner and lay down with his clothes on, which was quite comfortable. Okay, this will be my secret base from now on.
He was not worried at all about provoking Duanmu Jinxiu. His uncle had great powers, so this matter could still be settled. As he thought about it, he fell asleep. While half asleep and half awake, there was a sound of pain, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes short and sometimes long, as if coming from hell, drilling into the eardrums.
Huoping jumped up. There was silence all around. The small window was white, nothing unusual.
When work was done in the morning, his uncle arrived and only asked him if he was used to his new position. He did not mention the two nobles who had collided with him last night. It seemed that the disaster was over and everything was fine.
Then I was still on duty at night, the moon was bright and clear, but I was bored. Huo Ping came to the Quhe River, where the moonlight was broken and flowing with the ripples of light. A wisp of faint blue drifted from the water, spread out with the light of the waves, and turned into shining stars, which looked very beautiful against the shadow of the moon.
Huo Ping was extremely curious and searched for it. He found a pipe by the river from which blue water accidentally overflowed.
He was contemplating, when a white light flashed before his eyes, heading straight for the Yin Yang Bridge. The guards guarding the bridge were unprepared. The white light carried a gust of wind and passed through the bridge. When it reached the opposite side, it was suddenly blocked by the barrier. The light shone in all directions, stirring the clouds. Scattered.
Huo Ping flew over, and the guards guarding the bridge were stunned. Then they woke up and hurriedly stopped him, "Commander, this is a forbidden area, don't come near."
Hoping loudly rebuked: "Obviously a monster broke in, which is my duty."
The guard hesitated, but Huo Ping pressed forward, "If a monster breaks into Dead Leaf City, can you afford it?"
The guard had no choice but to get out of the way, and Huo Ping stepped onto the bridge. He felt like stepping on clouds under his feet, floating and silent. His mind was in chaos, and strange pictures flashed through him from time to time. He was confused and didn't know why.
At the end of the bridge, he was also blocked by the barrier. He gently parted the clouds and saw that the city opposite was filled with mist, the pavilions were dim, and the figures were erratic, as if in a dream.
The guard shouted from the opposite side: "Commander, come back quickly. You have violated the city rules. You and I can't bear it."
After several urgings, Huoping came to his senses. He checked that there was nothing else at the bridge, and then returned to the original route. He told the guards, "Don't mention this matter to anyone, you know the consequences!"
The guard was dejected and thought: "You have a backstage, we will be in trouble!"
Huoping huddled in a secret den, unable to calm down. What on earth was that white light? And what does Dead Leaf City look like? Doesn't this seem to have anything to do with you? Why so curious?
When he started work the next day, Huo Ping felt uneasy. After the staff gathered together, they explained a few words and each performed his or her duties. When they were about to disperse, a servant in brocade clothes came quickly with a piece of red silk cloth on the tray in his hand. Everyone looked at each other in shock and looked at each other.
The man rolled his eyes at Huo Ping, opened the silk cloth, and began to read aloud, "Huo Ping, the commander of the inner city guards, had evil intentions and broke into the forbidden area of Yin Yang Bridge last night. The evil thoughts in his heart were unforgivable, but thinking of his new achievements, If this is the first offense, he will be given a red card for three days and given a stern warning. If he commits the crime again, he will be punished according to city regulations."
The attendant handed the silk cloth to Huo Ping and said in a strange tone: "Commander, don't blame me, I am also acting under orders. The steward has explained that it was all the fault of the guards guarding the bridge, and those two people have been removed immediately." The implication of this is that someone I took the blame for you, just take care of yourself.
His subordinates were whispering to each other, secretly watching his joke. Huoping waved the crowd away. When he was frowning and thinking, a figure flashed before his eyes, his collar tightened, and he was pressed against the wall.
The uncle was furious and said, "You little bastard is so obsessed that you get into trouble one after another. If I hadn't given up my shame, you would have been beaten out of the city with a stick. Isn't it in vain that I have been organizing activities for you and paving a bright and smooth road for you for so many years?"
Huoping tried his best to break away, "Uncle, listen to me, I am also very upset about what happened last night, but for some reason, my curiosity has increased sharply recently and I can't control myself at all."
Huo Ting was a little confused, and he secretly practiced his skills. The light flashed from his fingertips and touched Huoping's body. There was nothing abnormal. "Strange, you are not contaminated with evil spirits. What's going on?"
When Huo Ping saw him concentrating on thinking, he wanted to take the opportunity to slip away. The manager was furious and forced him into a corner again, "You want to pretend to be mysterious and get through? How can I be worthy of my deceased brother if I don't teach you a lesson?"
Huo Ping frowned when he saw that he was repeating his old tune. Huo Ting finished his emotion and said seriously: "Uncle comes from a small sect and has no special skills. How can he climb to the top?"
"The city lord has the ability to read minds and cannot tolerate the 'three hearts', that is, the heart to do evil, the heart to be unfair, and the heart to be disobedient. Those who offend the first two hearts will still have a chance to repent. If there is a disobedient heart, there will be no recovery. It’s my day to come forward! Only by always reflecting on myself and getting rid of the distracting thoughts of the ‘Three Minds’ can I be where I am today.”
"But I couldn't help it. I couldn't control the curiosity in my heart."
The uncle sighed: "I thought everything would be fine if I taught you the 'wall penetration' technique to save your life, but if you can't control Yi Dong's heart, disaster will still befall you." He was silent for a moment and said, "It seems that my family can only be destroyed. Only by teaching you the art of 'suppressing the mind' can you be safe."
"What is the technique of 'suppressing the mind'?"
"This is the unique mental method of our Laoshan sect. It was originally used to help eliminate distracting thoughts when practicing. My uncle upgraded it. Daily exercise can eliminate your bad memories."
He taught Huoping the formulas and essentials of the mental method and urged him to memorize them by heart. Before parting, Huo Ping suddenly asked: "Uncle, if I erase today's memory, how can I remember to use the 'mind-suppressing' technique again tomorrow?"
Huo Ting smiled bitterly and said: "Some memories have to be retained no matter what. It's difficult. You have to rely on yourself. I can only give you a little inspiration." He held his arm and there was a row of words tattooed on it.
"Also, the city lord's 'mind reading' relies entirely on the sensing gems on the city gate and the surrounding city walls, so you are safe if you don't get close to the city walls and city gates. I have an ultimate secret to tell you." He whispered to Huoping. He finally warned: "Don't try it until it's a matter of life and death..."
Today's rest coincides with the Qingming Festival, light rain falls one after another, and passers-by lose their souls. Huoping was also in a depressed mood. Thinking about his parents who passed away early, he felt sad. He went straight to Xiaodie's grocery store. From a distance, he saw his future father-in-law lowering his head to settle accounts. He looked at him coldly and looked down upon him.
Xiaodie knew the purpose of his visit and quickly put the wrapped incense paper money into his hand and motioned for him to leave. The future father-in-law's small eyes squinted slightly, he stroked his beard and sneered: "Idle and idle, accomplishing nothing, it's really mud that can't hold up the wall."
Huo Ping was afraid of the ceremony and hurriedly withdrew. A poor and humble man could not even straighten his waist.
On the wild slope in the south of the city, there is a desolate patch of fragrant grass, with graves hidden in it. People are coming in an endless stream, and the green smoke is curling up, which makes people feel sad. When we returned from the memorial ceremony, the light rain had stopped, and we walked to a lonely grave adjacent to the woods, with several clusters of daisies placed there, which was very eye-catching.
There was a young man, dressed in white, standing in front of the grave. Just by looking at his back, Huoping's heart moved. He was hesitating whether to step forward when the man whispered calmly, "Since we met by chance, how about catching up on old times?"
This man has bright eyes, white teeth, and extraordinary bearing. Huo Ping stepped forward and held his hand, "I looked familiar to you that night. Since the young master is back, why don't you enter Shuangye City with integrity?"
The man smiled bitterly and said: "I am no longer the young master, and I am no longer the Duanmu Yunyang of the past. I don't want to step into that sad place again."
Huo Ping glanced at the solitary grave, but there was no inscription on it, "The past is over, why do you care so much?"
"Whether you love it or hate it, some things can never be forgotten."
"Back then, the young master fell in love with Luo Yu, a disciple of Quan Qing Guan, but Quan Qing Guan was the sworn enemy of Shuangye City, so it was reasonable for the city lord to object. Later, Miss Luo Yu passed away due to an accident, and the young master became depressed and left sadly. The city lord Regretful and anxious, you sent people to search in many ways. You should not blame the city lord for Miss Luo's death..."
"I only blame myself. If I could have been more decisive and left everything behind to fly away with Luo Yu, she would not have died!" Speaking of sadness, Duanmu Yunyang flicked his sleeves and turned around to give him a back view.
"But Young Master..." Huo Ping still wanted to persuade him, but Yun Yang sighed and interrupted him: "I came here just to find a very important thing, and then I will leave and have nothing to do with Shuangye City anymore."
While speaking, Yun Yang's eyes suddenly froze, he waved his robe sleeves lightly, and a soft force pushed Huo Ping a few feet away. At the same time, the white shadow was as fast as lightning, there were several crisp sounds of weapons impacting, and fireworks were everywhere. Splashing, Yun Yang took a few steps back, raised his sword, and shouted: "Who is it? Why did you sneak attack on me?"
The man was dressed in white, with flowing hair, and his face was covered with white gauze, only revealing a pair of smart eyes. The sword in her hand is black and white, separated by a gentle curve, making it very agile. Yun Yang took a breath, "Tai Chi Sword? Are you from Quan Qingguan?"
The man struck out with several swords quickly, forcing Yun Yang to scramble. He raised his sword and let out a dragon's roar, forcing the woman back, "What do we have to do? Do you insist on killing me?"
Next to him, Huo Ping sighed deeply, "Obviously, I'm here to collect my debt from you, young master!"
The woman unveiled her veil, her face was as beautiful as ice, and Duanmu Yunyang's breathing stopped.
"Does this face look familiar and surprising? I came from hell to recover my blood debt from you!" Her figure shot out like lightning, and her sword was like a flying rainbow, but Yun Yang seemed to be in a state of insanity and didn't even know how to dodge...
