Wen Guying added: "The injuries on the souls of Junior Brother Gong and the other Junior Brothers have been almost relieved by listening to the sound of the Tianyin Pot. Once their cultivation level increases, they will be completely fine."
This was good news. Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I knew I should have let Brother Jin stay a little longer." He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Guying. "Then I will knock the Tianyin pot for him later. Will it be useful?"
"Of course it works." Wen Guying confirmed Li Chuan's guess.
"That's good." Li Chuan decided that after returning to Xiushan County and finishing this matter, he would go to the capital and knock on the pot. He calculated the time in his mind. He would have to go to the Xuantai Spiritual Light Association later. Time was a little tight, and he probably wouldn't be able to go back to Yunqiao Township to rest for a few days.
Kind of thinking.
Before going to the capital, it’s better to go back and rest for a few days.
So he asked Wen Guying: "Does the Immortal Boat of the Four Gods Palace have a base in or near the capital?"
Wen Guying understood Li Chuan's plan as soon as he heard it. He said: "Of course you can't enter the capital directly, but we can send you to Feiyang County, which is far from the capital and takes about two or three days by carriage. Junior Brother Gong and Junior Brother Peng Everyone knows the location, just show the Skylark Knot when the time comes."
With that said, Wen Guying took out another package from his sleeve, opened it, and shook out a dusty cloak from inside.
He said: "This magic weapon was originally made by the Dragon King of the North Sea for his little daughter. His little daughter is a mortal..."
"How could the Dragon King's daughter be a mortal?" Li Chuan was a little confused.
"Reincarnation." Wen Guying explained.
"so……"
Wen Guying continued: "This cloak can hide the aura. From a defensive angle, the Immortal cannot block it with one strike. I can strike with all my strength and cannot penetrate it."
Although Li Chuan didn't know exactly what kind of strength Wen Guying was, judging from the high praise he received from the demon cultivators and the disciples of the Four Divine Palaces, he should be ranked high in Xuanmen.
He immediately felt the full sense of security brought by the cloak.
Wen Guying added: "It can also avoid water and dust, but other than that, it has no other functions. Therefore, although many precious materials are used and the refining techniques are very clever, it is only a top-grade magic weapon."
Li Chuan thought it was very suitable and said, "For me, it is a fairy."
Every time he used the "Pattern Sutra" to block him, he actually felt guilty.
Wen Guying said with a smile: "Brother Li, just think it's good. It's a few days late because I asked the refiner to re-refine it and changed its style. After all, it was originally for girls to wear, bright red, with the top Many flowers were embroidered and decorated with colorful gems..."
"Good change, good change..." Li Chuan said hurriedly: "The current style is just right for me."
Li Chuan took the cloak and put it on immediately.
The two men looked around and said yes in unison.
A few days later, after Wen Guying finished the matter at hand, they returned to Xiushan County together.
Li Chuan and Wen Guying separated into two groups. Wen Guying went to get the Xianghuan and thoroughly purify Xialin Mountain; Li Chuan went to the Yamen to find Liu Canjun and settle the case.
When Liu Canjun saw Li Chuan, he said repeatedly: "Brother Li, you are finally back! Why are you alone? Where is Mr. Jin? Where is Mr. Guan Zhongqiu and Taoist Wen? By the way, Xialin Mountain has disappeared for more than a month. What? Rumors have come out, and the county governor has come to me several times to ask what happened to this matter. I don’t know, so I can only deal with it reluctantly. "
"There's no rush, no rush, don't worry, it's been solved," Li Chuan comforted Liu Canjun and said, "Brother Jin will go back to Qintian Prison first. Taoist Wen is in Xiushan County now. It is estimated that today or tomorrow at the latest, next day Linshan will be able to see the light of day again."
Hearing this, Liu Canjun breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked again: "What about Crown Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Brother Guan is dead." After saying this, Li Chuan told Liu Canjun the lie he had made up.
"It turns out that it's all caused by strange ghosts..." Liu Canjun nodded and said: "Anyway, this matter involves Xuanmen. It's enough to have an explanation to stop the rumors. Now there are Qin Tianjian and several Xuanmen experts. Guarantee, I can explain it to the county guard." He sighed and said with a wry smile: "Chaobing County has always been peaceful, but last year there was a demon disaster, and this year another ghost killed someone, I always feel that this The world is going to be in chaos again.”
"Anyway, it'll be good if the case can be closed." Li Chuan said.
"You're right," Liu Canjun, who is also a free and easy man, said, "Now that the case is over, I will still be the host today. Let's go to the boat to have dinner. We won't come back until we get drunk."
"Okay, let's go together when Taoist Wen comes."
In the evening, Wen Guying showed up and said, "Xialin Mountain is now clear."
Liu Canjun also got the news of Xia Linshan's reappearance and felt relieved.
Eat and drink.
Li Chuan asked Sheriff Wu, "Has the Sheriff gone to inspect the county again?"
Liu Canjun smiled bitterly, "Master Wu never likes to deal with monks. He... He feels that monks are not engaged in production and cause trouble everywhere, and no one can cure them... He is not referring to you, but..."
"I understand, I understand." Li Chuan toasted Liu Canjun with a glass of wine.
The boat is rocking, the water is swaying, and the stars are shining.
Listening to Liu Canjun's anecdotes about the Yamen, reviewing old stories and telling various deeds in Xuanmen, and watching the women singing and dancing outside the box, eating food and drinking freely, I felt peaceful and calm in my heart.
Suddenly there was a splash, and then a chicken flew up from the lake, flapping its wings vigorously and screaming, and the water droplets on its wings were thrown on Li Chuan's face.
It was Gong Er who was drunk and wanted to catch the moon, but he fell down.
Wen Guying stretched out his hand and took the boy back. His eyes were hazy and he was obviously still drunk.
He patted the chicken's head and said, "Junior brother, wake up."
Gong Er suddenly woke up and immediately felt ashamed, "Elder brother..."
"Nothing, nothing," Wen Guying put him on the chair, looked at the moon in the sky, and said, "That's it for today. Brother Li, brother Liu, two junior brothers, we will meet again tomorrow. "
Before Brother Li Chuan Liu could speak, he walked to the bow of the ship and flew away.
"Daochang Wen is truly a god." Liu Canjun sighed as he watched Wen Guying's back disappear into the shadow of the moon.
"Well, Wen Shen." Li Chuan said.
…
On the morning of the next day, after breakfast, Li Chuan also said goodbye to Liu Canjun and rushed to Yunqiao Township with his father and three others.
On the way, he took out the Tianyin pot and looked at the bottle carefully. He gently plucked the leaves on the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, and a soft sound came from the pot, gentle and gentle.
Little mice, little mice, little mice.
Li Chuan thought silently in his heart.
After a while, a little gray-furred mouse squatted on the small table. He rubbed his eyes with his paws, as if he had just woken up. When he saw the Tianyin pot, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You've patched it up? It's amazing." Is it really repaired?"
The little mouse jumped into Li Chuan's hand and looked around the Tianyin Pot. "The quality has improved? No... Well, this is a rune? I can't understand it." The little mouse shook his head, "You are still a bit powerful. !”
"Didn't you know when it was repaired?" Li Chuan asked tentatively.
He was quite curious whether this little mouse could sense the outside world in his sea of consciousness.
The little mouse held his head and frowned, "I fell asleep and had no idea. Why didn't you call me?"
"Then, can you copy it?"
"That's no problem." The little mouse happily arched forward, closed his eyes, and hugged his front paws together. A little light came out from his forehead and shone on the Tianyin pot.
Li Chuan felt that Tianyin Pot seemed to "resist" for a while, but not very much. Later, he saw the shadow of a pot appearing in front of the little mouse. The shadow gradually became solid. Not long after, an identical Tianyin pot appeared in Li Chuan's field of vision.
The second male and the third male came over to take a look.
"Two Tianyin pots?" Gong Er exclaimed.
The little mouse opened his eyes and said with some pride in his voice, "How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" He came closer to Zhen again. Tianyin Pot, "I don't understand this pot, Li Chuan, what is its function now?"
Li Chuan replied: "I'm also exploring."
Although the replicas are exactly the same, there is no sense of mental connection.
The little mouse hugged the replica and sighed, "It would be nice to have more of them. Li Chuan, would you like to open a shop specifically for repairing magic weapons?"
"There is nothing wrong with cultivating, but what should I do if I want to practice and recognize my master?"
"Recognizing the owner means that you are destined to the magic weapon; when the time comes, can we just make a copy and return it to the original owner?"
"I remember you said that replicas can only be used three times, right?"
"Not everyone will find out. We can go to the black market to set up stalls and trade anonymously. No one will recognize anyone, and we can just make a one-time deal."
"Do you still know about the black market?"
"Isn't there a black market?" The little mouse was shocked.
Li Chuan really doesn't know.
"Just be peaceful." Li Chuan opened the curtains and looked at the scenery that was gradually becoming familiar. "You are so timid. You dare not say this or mention that. How dare you try to deceive others?"
"Who said I'm timid?" The little mouse was unconvinced.
"Then tell me, what's ominous about the Four Gods Palace?" Li Chuan looked out the window.
"This..." Mouse's body faded, but when he saw Li Chuan just looking at the scenery and not caring at all, he solidified again, "This is not what I said, it was said by Master Yingfeng."
"I bet you don't know anything, you're just a repeater?" Li Chuan still didn't turn around.
"Who said...I, I..."
"Do you know Wen Guying?"
"I've never heard of him, he's just a nobody."
"Where's Gong Wuguang?"
"Have not heard."
Li Chuan mentioned a few more famous names in Xuanmen, but the little mouse commented that they had never heard of them and were unknown.
Suddenly, the little mouse said: "I remembered it. Master Yingfeng said that the Four Gods Palace was blind and drove the most talented disciple out of the sect and gave it to Shuangye Sect in vain. When he was five hundred years old, he After enlightenment and becoming immortal, his disciples also ascended one after another... On the other hand, in the Four Gods Palace, no one has ascended in thousands of years. Isn't it ominous?"
"What is this disciple's name?"
"Let me think about it, it seems to be called Mid-Autumn Festival."
Li Chuan counted the time. In the world in the little mouse's memory, it seemed that the Frostleaf Gate had not been wiped out, and Guan Zhongqiu's identity as a White Walker had not been revealed.
What will happen after the White Walkers inhabit a monk? These words flashed through Li Chuan's mind.
History has been changed.
This change may be traced back to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no Tiansu creating the "Ling Jing", no Tiansu Ran Huanshuo, nor the destruction of Shuangye Sect, nor the destruction of Xialin Village.
There must be many more changes that he doesn't know about.
History has changed long ago and has nothing to do with him, Li Chuan.
"Crown Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Ah, yes!"
"He died not long ago."
"ah?"
"Maybe you slept too much," Li Chuan finally turned his head and looked at the little mouse and said, "What you remember is just a dream."
"Impossible!" After saying this, the little mouse stamped his feet and looked at Li Chuan, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Then he disappeared.
Li Chuan looked out the window again. Not far away, many women were doing laundry by the river, and he vaguely seemed to see Pan Xiaohua.
The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, indicating that Yunqiao Township has arrived.
(End of chapter)
