The sky was gray and still covered with wind and snow, making it hard to tell whether it was early morning or evening.
Inside the Zi Fang.
Xiang Shu placed one corner of the two formation disks under the lamp and looked at them carefully.
The "Deception" array disk fragments are special and cannot be found with spiritual consciousness. With the help of the power of the Earth God to control the underground magma, she will repel all foreign objects left in the magma.
There are not many things that can remain intact in extremely high temperatures. In addition to the fragments of the formation disk, there are also some black debris, which should be left behind after the destruction of Mo Spider's storage ring.
After picking out all the formation disk fragments, Xiang Shu took out the ones from Duan Chengtong's body. The fragments immediately fused together and turned into a formation disk horn that was the same as the one in Xiang Shu's hand.
However, when Xiang Shu placed the two formation horns on the table, they did not continue to merge.
A complete formation plate has eight formation corners. Perhaps these two formation corners are not adjacent parts...
Xiang Yu was thinking in his heart, and suddenly he saw a dark shadow flashing out of the corner of his eye. Wang Tuo jumped up to the table and took a closer look at the formation disk. His eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath of air: "The "Slaying Heaven" formation disk?!"
"Shatian?"
Xiang Shen looked surprised. She took out the formation disk and took a closer look. She originally intended to let Wang Tuo know the existence of the formation disk, but she didn't expect that the other person would spit out another name.
"You don't know what this is, yet you dare to bring it back?"
Wang Tuo scratched his head in pain, "This object blocks the detection of spiritual consciousness. Where did you find it?"
"The magma underground."
Xiang Shen's voice was a little low.
At this moment, she realized that the two formations could not be integrated. Perhaps it was not because they were not adjacent to each other, but because they were simply two different formations!
"Kill the Heaven" and "Deceive the Heaven".
These two formation disks, you can tell at first glance that they were made by one person.
But in Wang Tuo's inherited memory, there is "Killing the Sky", but there is no "Deceiving the Sky", otherwise he would not have said it so simply.
The origin of "Deception" may be more shocking than she imagined.
When Wang Tuo saw that Xiang Shen looked wrong, he thought he had spoken too harshly, so he quickly slowed down his tone and said:
"You don't have to worry too much. The warning in my inherited memory is the complete Sky Killing Formation. You only have two incomplete ornaments in your hands, so nothing will happen."
Xiang Shen hummed, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "Why is this object subject to a warning?"
"I do not know either."
Wang Tuo looked troubled, "The inherited memory only told me that this object is extremely dangerous, but did not explain the reason."
Xiang Shu nodded, put away the two formation disks, and asked no more questions.
Kill the sky, bully the sky, conquer the sky...
Everything that Senior Qingtian left seems to be related to "Heaven". Does the "Heaven" here refer to the way of heaven? Or someone?
If it is the way of heaven, why should Qingtian go against the way of heaven? Jiang Yi clearly said that the way of heaven is just a bunch of unconscious rules, relying only on instinct...
wrong!
Xiang Shen pursed his lips, suddenly thinking of the ancient catastrophe that had been covered up, and the heavenly punishment mentioned by the old demon king.
Can the way of heaven... also be refined?
Xiang Shen looked up at the sky and squinted her eyes slightly. She had become an earth god. If someone refined the way of heaven, they would definitely have a reaction.
Dongzhou Tiandao is still in a state of ownerlessness.
The Pantheon must have used the rules of heaven in some way to send down heaven's punishment and destroy the puppet sect.
In this way, what the leader of the Puppet Sect did back then was probably an offense against the law of heaven, and seemed to have the same purpose as senior Qingtian.
Senior Qingtian, is he really the puppet sect Tianqing?
Thinking of this, Xiang Shu took a deep breath and pulled back his somewhat distant thoughts.
Speculation is speculation after all and cannot be confused with facts.
Senior Qingtian and Tianqing seemed to be inextricably linked, but she always felt that they were not the same person.
For the next period of time, Xiang Shu was not in a hurry to study the "Slaying Heaven" array. He spent most of his time investigating the disasters in Dongzhou and summoning the Sky Mirror, leaving only a trace of his mind in the city.
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In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.
In the past ten days, the heavy snow in Dushui City has not stopped, and the snow has reached a height of more than ten feet, almost submerging all the houses in the city.
Click! Click——
Tiejiang Chen, carrying Fengfeng on his back, was panting and shoveling the last snow path leading to the hospital. He stepped forward and knocked anxiously on the door, "Uncle Lin, open the door quickly, life is at stake!"
The knocking on the door was so loud that the people inside naturally heard it and opened the door without saying a word, allowing Blacksmith Chen to enter the house.
Dr. Lin is over seventy years old and is extremely skilled in the art of Qihuang. He is a famous doctor in the east of the city.
At this moment, he touched Fengfeng's hot forehead with his left hand, pressed his wrist pulse with the other hand, and auscultated it for a moment, then he suddenly frowned.
"This little baby is too weak."
Doctor Lin didn't have a good look towards Tiejiang Chen and scolded him directly, "Chen Laosi, how did you become a father?!"
Tiejiang Chen had already panicked. When he heard this, he knelt down without saying a word. His voice was choked and full of regret: "It's my fault for not taking good care of Fengfeng! Uncle Lin, please save me." Save her! As long as she can get better, I will definitely..."
Doctor Lin raised his hand to stop Tiejiang Chen from writing down. He shook his head and sighed, saying, "If you don't say it, I will save her. It's just that this little girl is weak and needs to be nourished by century-old ginseng. Our clinic It’s not there.”
Tiejiang Chen was stunned when he heard this, "Centennial ginseng?!"
He gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Please ask Uncle Lin to take care of Fengfeng. I will go into the mountain right now."
"stop!"
Dr. Lin's old face turned even darker, "You pighead, what's the difference between going into the mountains now and dying? How can Fengfeng live without her father?"
With that said, Doctor Lin opened the drawer, took out a bag of silver, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Blacksmith Chen, "I still have some savings, just take it to Guirenfang in the west of the city and buy some."
Chen Tiejiang's eyes suddenly turned red, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Uncle Lin, I used to be a bastard! I'm so kind and kind today that I will never forget it! If you need me in the future, just ask."
Dr. Lin took a puff from his pipe, a look of relief flashed across his face, and he squinted with a smile and cursed: "Get out of here."
Tiejiang Chen wiped away his tears and stood up, grabbed his money bag, and picked up the snow shovel by the door, "Uncle Lin, I'll be right back."
After saying that, Tiejiang Chen rushed into the wind and snow without looking back.
Fengfeng, who was lying on the hospital bed, blushed and murmured: "Daddy..."
"Life and death are really irritating."
Wang Tuo watched Tiejiang Chen trudging forward in the snow and marveled: "This kid is completely different from what the neighbors say."
With that said, Wang Tuo poked Xiang Shen, who was still exploring various places in Dongzhou, with his tail, "Since this kid is truly repentant, why don't you give him some convenience?"
"He deserves to suffer."
Without opening his eyes, Xiang Shen responded calmly: "After suffering, you realize that everything is hard to achieve."
"What about Fengfeng?"
"It's okay, I've nursed him back secretly."
"Tsk, these few words of yours remind me of the time when you used the pseudonym Zhu Lu, brother. You had such a bad temper that you almost suffocated me."
Xiang Shen opened his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Brother, I feel lonely. How about I bring you another female cat?"
Wang Tuo's eyes widened, "Mei Shu, why don't you listen to what you are saying first? I am the Demon King!"
He jumped off the table with his tail swaying, and lay down on the rocking chair in the cat's nest that Xiang Yu had sewn by himself. A glimmer of light flashed under his golden eyes.
He noticed that Xiang Shu was deliberately changing the topic.
The name Zhu Lu didn't match Xiang Shu at all, but he was indeed someone she cared about. You can't even mention it. Most of these people...
Wang Tuo squinted his eyes and yawned, thinking no more.
Xiang Shu has a deep mind and hides many secrets. He knows that he actually doesn't understand her at all.
But he doesn't care. As a sworn brother, he should be tolerant and understanding of his younger sister, rather than asking for the truth for his own selfish desires.
Tiejiang Chen bought someone from the west of the city
It took a full day and night to get back.
Doctor Lin got the ginseng and immediately made a decoction for Fengfeng to take.
Not long after the decoction was poured down, Fengfeng's fever subsided and she fell into a deep sleep.
Tiejiang Chen immediately burst into tears of joy, and then he felt tired and passed out from exhaustion.
It snowed heavily for eighteen days, and the disaster caused by the center of the earth was gradually coming to an end.
On the nineteenth day, the snow finally stopped.
As soon as the sky cleared up, an order came from the city lord's palace to shovel the snow throughout the city.
Xiang Shu also picked up the shovel and walked out of the house.
In the past half month, charcoal has been in short supply in the market, and many charcoal dealers have deliberately hoarded it in order to sell it at a high price.
The city owner, Zhao Qiong, has been running Dushui City for many years and had already predicted this.
The charcoal merchants had just purchased most of the charcoal on the market before he ordered them to be arrested. All the charcoal was confiscated and distributed together with food and quilts to the poor in the city.
Zhao Qiong has average qualifications and has practiced for more than 150 years, but in the early stages of foundation building, he is truly at the bottom of the cultivation world.
His family knew about his family affairs, and after taking over the important task of city lord from his father, he never thought about leaving. He just wanted to guard his three-acre land and live a stable life.
Thirty years ago, he accidentally discovered a child with good qualifications in the city and recommended him to practice in Guimu Valley. As a result, he received a large number of rewards from the Shangzong and successfully built a foundation to extend his life.
It is precisely because of this that he attaches great importance to the mortals under his jurisdiction. Naturally, he cannot bear to see them die of cold, which saves Xiang Shen a lot of effort.
However, in the entire world of cultivation, there are very few city lords like Zhao Qiong. Most of them just watch with cold eyes, and even take advantage of the suffering of mortals to practice some cruel demonic methods. Chinese website
This situation gradually improved as Jiang Yi led the three major sects to intervene and massacre a large number of demon cultivators who took advantage of the situation.
After such interference, a large number of mortals were able to survive, and the rate of increase in resentment was greatly reduced. If Xiang Shen did not sense carefully, he would hardly feel the increase in resentment.
The next day, the snow was cleared and the streets of Dushuidong City returned to their former glory, and shops eagerly reopened for business.
People who had been cooped up at home for nearly twenty days walked out of their homes one after another. There were many more pedestrians on the street than usual. Even Xiang Shu's Zifang occasionally had people visiting.
However, there is not a single one who really wants to buy a painting.
After watching another guest go, Wang Tuo lay in the cat's nest with his ears drooped and his tail wagging, with a sad look on his face.
"With this trend, when will I be able to have a sip of good wine..."
