The next morning, we visited Shuicheng.
Xiang Shu moved the door panel with both hands like a mortal, looked at the white snow on the street outside, and exhaled a white breath.
The previous owner of the shop left a lot of utensils behind, so Xiang Yu found a broom from inside, came to the door and started sweeping away the snow.
After sweeping for a while, the shops along the street opened their doors one after another. When they saw Xiang Shu who had gotten up early to sweep the snow outside, they all looked surprised and then picked up the broom and joined in.
The snow in the sky was still falling, and Xiang Chu stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound.
She swept away pieces of snow, as if sweeping away some of the haze in her heart, and relaxed her brows slightly.
What she and Jiang Yi said was not false.
Since time travel, in order to survive, she has been like a string being tightened. She has been fighting with each other all day long, life and death, and has never truly relaxed. How can she not be tired?
Although this seclusion is just to avoid the attention of the cultivation world and solve the hidden dangers of the earth and gods, it is not what her heart wants.
If one day she can figure out the cause and effect, she will definitely find a peaceful place and live peacefully.
Half an hour later, the snow on the streets was completely clear.
Xiang Shen put away the broom and was about to go back to the house when he saw Widow Wang walking over with a bowl of steaming porridge and said with a smile:
"Sister Xiang, come and try the Laba porridge made by my aunt to warm you up."
Xiang Shen subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then he thought about it. Now that she has retreated into the world, she is in contact with them as a mortal, and there are very few causes and effects that can be contaminated.
And she has to stay here for a long time and build good relations with her neighbors, which is not a bad thing.
With this thought in mind, Xiang Shu immediately stopped refusing. With a smile on his face, he took the porridge bowl from Widow Wang's hand and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
"It's just a bowl of porridge."
Widow Wang waved her hand, then took a look at Xiang Shen's thin clothes, frowned and said, "Sister, the outside is not as good as the inside. You should wear more clothes. It will be bad if the wind and cold get into your body."
"Okay, just listen to Auntie."
Xiang Shu nodded, raised his head and drank the Laba porridge in his hand, returned the empty bowl to Widow Wang, and praised: "The Laba porridge you made is really delicious."
"That's not true."
Widow Wang put her hands on her hips and hummed, "The Laba porridge on East Street is the best in my family! It is booked out every year. If you are not a new neighbor, you may not be able to drink it."
"Auntie is absolutely right."
Xiang Shu smiled warmly and agreed, but Widow Wang frowned slightly when she saw this. She looked around and saw that the neighbors were almost dispersed. She pulled Xiang Shu back to the bamboo pavilion and said in a low voice:
"Sister Xiang, it's not my aunt who is talking about you. I don't know why you came here alone to stay in this cold winter. But if a woman is away from home and is too easy-going, she will suffer."
Widow Wang spoke very fast. Before Xiang Shen could speak, she was interrupted by another sentence, "Also, you have a good-looking face, but if you are too ostentatious, you can easily get into trouble."
Xiang Shu touched his face.
The last time someone said this was when he first joined the Blazing Flame Sect as an attendant. Because of his beauty, rumors spread all over the sky.
Now that her cultivation has improved, she shows her true face in front of many sects, but no one dares to arrange her appearance in the slightest.
Beauty is not the original sin, weakness is.
"Sister Xiangjia?"
Aunt Wang waved her hand in front of Xiang Shu.
Xiang Shen came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Auntie, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."
Widow Wang's face was full of doubts. How could this girl have any sense of propriety at the age of just reaching her hair age?
Despite this, Widow Wang didn't say much this time. She turned around and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room. She couldn't understand them, so she shook her head and left.
Xiang Shu returned to the room, and with a thought, the cassock instantly changed into a cotton-padded style. Then he pointed at the charcoal pot, and the cold charcoal suddenly rekindled, creating a sense of warmth.
He sat down in front of the long table and spread out a new piece of paper. Just when he picked up the pen, he suddenly felt that it was hanging on his chest.
The Secret Realm Bead shook for a while, and then a familiar voice came out:
"I don't know how to leave some Laba porridge for me, brother."
There was surprise in Xiang Shen's eyes, "Brother?"
A mysterious light flashed on the surface of the secret realm bead, and a black light suddenly escaped from it and landed lightly on the table.
This is a black tiger the size of a cat. The hair on its body is as shiny as silk.
He opened his eyes, his golden eyes shining brightly, revealing the majesty of the royal bloodline.
Xiang Shu looked at "Wang Tuo" in front of him with shock in his eyes, "Brother..."
"it's me."
Black Tiger mouthed human words, stretched out his tongue and licked the soles of his feet, "I can barely wake up, but my demon power is not enough to maintain a human body."
Xiang Shu immediately touched the storage ring and took out many miraculous elixirs, including Yuanquan.
When Wang Tuo saw this, he waved his paws and said, "I don't need these. The demon clan cultivates bloodline instead of spiritual power. I have just initially accepted the bloodline left by the old man, and it will take a long time to digest it."
"I see."
Xiang Shen suddenly realized, waved his sleeves and put away the bottles and jars on the table, and said with a warm smile: "That's fine, what I don't lack most now is time."
Wang Tuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Mei Shu, you seem to have changed."
"People are subject to change." Xiang Shu started painting and said with a smile without raising his head: "No one is immune to vulgarity."
Wang Tuo was silent for a moment and sighed bitterly: "You are right."
Things have changed, and he is no longer the young man who could carelessly sneak out and travel around the world.
"Brother, let's see if my painting looks like it?"
Xiang Shu's words pulled Wang Tuo out of his memories.
He looked up and saw the lifelike version of himself on the paper, and immediately stared, "They say that drawing tigers is not anti-dog. Why did you draw a cat?!"
"Cat?"
Xiang Shu took a look at his new work and hung it on the wall with satisfaction, "It looks pretty good too."
"not good!"
Wang Tuo stretched out his paw to grab the painting, but Xiang Shu grabbed the back of his neck and touched the soft fur.
Wang Tuo was furious immediately.
"Sister Chuan, are you too brave? I'm your big brother!"
"Is it wrong for me to be close to my eldest brother?"
"...It's wrong, yes, but it just doesn't work!"
Wang Tuo's resistance was obviously ineffective, but later he found that Xiang Shen's touch was quite comfortable, so he didn't bother to resist anymore and lay down and purred in comfort.
"This ice and snow makes me want to drink. Sister Chuan, do you have any good wine?"
"No."
"...I don't care, I want to drink!"
"..."
With Wang Tuo making trouble, Xiang Shu's Zi Fang gained a little more popularity and was finally not so deserted.
The food in Chengdong Restaurant was mediocre, but fortunately neither of them were picky. Xiang Shu bought some casually and started eating and drinking around the stove.
Although Wang Tuo had been in a deep sleep during this period, he was not completely ignorant of what was happening in the outside world. After two or three glasses of wine, he asked directly: "Are you an earth god?"
Xiang Shen paused with his chopsticks, looked up at Wang Tuo in surprise, and then chuckled: "Brother has a good eye."
"It's not about my good eyesight, it's about the old man's inherited memory."
Wang Tuo nodded a tuft of white hair between his eyebrows, "Thanks to his old man, my knowledge is much better now than before."
As he spoke, Wang Tuo knocked Erlang's leg in a humane manner, touched his chin with his paw, and said with a tut, "You are so full of resentment."
Xiang Shu opened his palms, and a palm-wide red mist suddenly appeared. He ran away crazily in his palms, but he could never escape the control of his palms.
"I am suppressing it as the Earth God, so there is no big problem for the time being. But..."
Xiang Shen frowned slightly, "The number of grievances has been growing slowly, and I haven't thought of a solution for a while."
Wang Tuo carefully pulled out a trace of resentment to check, but his claws felt as if they were burned when they only touched the surface of the resentment.
Quickly let go, letting that trace of resentment return to Xiang Yu's palm.
"It is not difficult to resolve resentment. If you are not a Shinto monk and the cause and effect are not serious, you can resolve it easily."
When Wang Tuo said this, his tone was low, "But now you have become half an earth god, your path is more divine than Shinto, and you are too entangled with incense, so you are in trouble."
"I can only find a way out."
Xiang Shen sighed softly, "But I was desperate at that time. If I didn't do this, I'm afraid I won't even be able to find my bones now."
"I don't mean to blame you."
Wang Tuo chuckled, "In my inherited memory, there are many people who have refined the earth's core and become earth gods, but in terms of human race, you are still the first!"
"really?"
Xiang Shen became interested, "I have asked people before, and it seems that apart from the puppet sect master, no one else has tried to refine the Earth God in ancient times."
"Can I still lie to you?"
Wang Tuo held the wine glass with both paws and leaned back on the chair, "The demon clan has a long-lasting memory and ignores space and region.
Those guys who refine the earth gods in my mouth are not from Dongzhou, but from a place called Tianyao Kingdom.
All the monsters there have a trace of ancient monster blood. The ancients are connected to heaven and earth. Only through this connection can it be possible to refine the earth god. "
"The Sky Demon Kingdom?"
Xiang Shu then asked, "Do you know the specific location?"
Wang Tuo shook his head repeatedly, "Inherited memory is extremely streamlined. How can we remember useless information."
He took a sip of the bad wine and continued: "I have a lot of records about Shinto in my inherited memory. You have a good brain, so I will spend some time transcribing them for you. You can study them yourself."
"Thank you, brother."
Lifting the cup to Xiang Shen, Wang Tuo laughed and drank it all in one gulp, "How can you and I thank you?"
Xiang Shen also smiled and glanced at the dishes on the table casually, his eyes thoughtful.
He didn't eat any of the meat or vegetables.
After drinking and eating, Wang Tuo went into the back room with a pen and paper in hand. The demonic power controlled the brush to write quickly. In just one afternoon, he finished a book.
After Xiang Shu studied it for three to five days, he finally got something.
The monks compete with heaven for their fate and are no longer involved in the calculations of Shinto.
But if a mortal dies in vain, the strong unwillingness will break through the seven orifices and turn into a trace of evil spirit.
This is resentment.
The moment the earth's core shook and ruptured, countless people died in vain in the secular world, and thousands of grievances poured into the earth's core.
As the Earth God, she carries suppression, but there is a limit. If her resentment continues to grow, and one day, the limit of the Earth God's pure energy is exceeded, the center of the earth is destroyed, and all life in the East Continent becomes extinct. What will happen to her as the Earth God? , you know it without even thinking about it.
"So the top priority is to avoid more resentment."
Xiang Shu put down the book in his hand and looked at the wind and snow outside, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.
No more deaths.
