The time has reached Xu hour.
For Tianxuan City, this time is not too late.
On Tianxuan Street, the business of various wine shops has just begun.
The gorgeous girl was dancing with her sleeves upstairs, and the melodious music of the piano came from various luxuriously decorated attics, echoing endlessly.
There are also waiters in various costumes who are standing at the door greeting customers for their owners.
This was a job reserved for the most discerning clerk in each store.
Their characters are to find the guests from the inner sect among the pedestrians on the street, and use every possible means to bring them to their own wine shops - compared to most of the outer sect disciples, these wine shops prefer the generous inner sect. Disciple.
The crowds of people passing by and the bright lanterns illuminated these busy areas of Tianxuan City like daylight.
But in Shanshui Valley, which is only about ten miles away from the bustling city, it is completely dark. For the residents in the shanty town, oil lamps and candles are luxury items that can be saved at any time.
Compared with these, they are more willing to spend their only money on purchasing some inferior elixirs and inferior cultivation methods.
To pursue that one-in-a-million opportunity to enter the inner gate.
It seems that after entering the inner gate, they can soar into the sky, become masters, and change their own destiny.
This hope is elusive and meager.
But for those in the gutter, he is the most important rope that keeps them alive...
Dark, damp, dirty.
This is almost synonymous with the Shanshui Valley in the eyes of outsiders, especially the inner disciples.
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At this time, a candle lighted up somewhere in the dark shantytown.
The surrounding residents glanced at that place, and there was not much surprise on their faces. After just one glance, they all withdrew their gazes.
Unlike most residents who still dream of becoming inner disciples, there is an old couple living in that shack.
The family was well off in their early years, but later their son who entered the inner sect died suddenly outside. In order to seek justice for him, the couple sold the family property and took care of things. In the end, they died without any illness.
Without a place to live, they moved to a shanty town and made a living by selling pies.
It is said that their son was afraid of the dark, so no matter how poor they were, the couple would light a candle at night and place it next to their son's spiritual tablet.
The surrounding residents have long been accustomed to this.
Bai Qingqu slowly lifted the steamer, wiped the oil stains on the door with a rag, and then placed the steamer on the ground section by section, covering it with a cloth to avoid being contaminated by dust.
He is really too old.
It took him a full quarter of an hour to finish such a simple thing.
His arms were a little sore and his waist ached slightly.
He thought that the painkiller prescribed by the doctor half a month ago still had some dregs. Adding water and boiling it for a while might still have some effect. He turned around and wanted to go to the stove to pick up the medicine stove, but the thought just came up and was suppressed by him again. Down——
Mr. Meng said that you should not eat anything with medicinal properties in the past few days, otherwise it may affect the final result.
That's a big deal.
Compared with this, the old problem on my waist seems inconsequential.
Thinking of this, he reached out and picked up the lamp on the side, and slowly walked into the shack.
The furnishings in the shack are simple, with a bunk on the floor and hay placed underneath to isolate the moisture from the ground. There is a box next to it with some sundries. And the thing that takes up the most space in the whole room is a wooden table.
But the wooden table is not used for eating or reading and writing.
There is a spiritual tablet on it, with the words "The position of my beloved son Bai Zian" written in large characters.
When Bai Qingqu walked into the house, his wife was sitting on the floor, wiping a wooden doll with a handkerchief. There were several similar dolls in a small box next to it.
This was his son's favorite toy when he was a child, many of which were made by Bai Qingqu himself.
When Bai Zian was a child, he liked to arrange these puppets in the shape of little people into square formations to simulate two armies. He also vowed that he would be a general and a hero when he grew up.
After their son left, Bai Qingqu and his wife Xu Chen sold all their property, but they were reluctant to throw away these old puppets that had been used by their children when they were young.
These were my son’s toys when he was young.
Now it has become the couple's treasure.
Over the years, whenever he had free time, his wife would sit there and wipe these dolls over and over again.
Xu Chen raised his head and glanced at her husband who walked into the room. After just one glance, he lowered his head and wiped the puppet again.
Bai Qingqu looked at his wife like this and sighed in his heart. Since his son left, his wife has become taciturn due to the shock.
Bai Qingqu also tried to do something to make her better, but almost all of them had little success.
He placed the candlestick on the wooden table.
"Come closer." The woman on the floor finally said her first words after the couple met, her voice hoarse.
Bai Qingqu was stunned.
"Zian is afraid of the dark, so stay closer." Xu Chen's voice sounded again.
Bai Qingqu smiled bitterly when he heard this, but he still followed the instructions and sent the candlestick inward again.
Xu Chen had already wiped the last puppet clean at this time. She carefully put the dolls back into the wooden box one by one, locked the wooden box, and placed it in the most conspicuous position on the bedside, and then He stood up and walked to Bai Qingqu.
"It's almost time," she said.
Bai Qingqu's face changed slightly after hearing this.
The old woman walked to his side, took out a porcelain bottle from the bag on the side, and poured two white pills out of it.
"Mr. Meng said that this medicine will take effect in half an hour at most. At this time, the big shots are being entertained..."
Bai Qingqu showed hesitation and said: "But Tianxuan Street is the most prosperous street in Tianxuan City. There will definitely be many people present, and we may hurt some innocent people..."
When Xu Chen heard this, he glared at his husband fiercely, with a look of resentment like an evil ghost on his old face.
"So what?"
"Who among those in those areas of Tianxuan Street is not an inner disciple of Tianxuan Mountain?"
"It was their collusion that killed our children back then!"
"They all deserve to die! None of them are innocent!"
"Bai Qingqu, if you are afraid, just hide away! I want to avenge Zian!"
After the old woman said this, she raised her head and took one of the pills into her mouth.
Bai Qingqu never expected that his wife would be so decisive. When he saw this, he quickly grabbed the old woman's hand and said, "Ah Chen..."
But at this time, the old woman's throat moved, as if she had swallowed the pill.
She didn't even look at Bai Qingqu, but turned to look at the spiritual tablet in front of her.
At that moment, the resentment on her face dissipated and became gentle and kind.
She stretched out her hand to touch the spiritual tablet and whispered, "Zian..."
"Don't be afraid."
"Mom has avenged you and will come down to accompany you soon..."
