Xie Jingsong's premonition did not disappoint her. The two of them opened a new road ahead. After walking for a while, they stepped on countless corpses in the weeds and came to a small bamboo house.
This is a hut that is so simple that it can be described as simple, with a high threshold and a low roof. If a tall man comes to visit at this time, the owner of the house must be bowed to the ground in a physical sense, wishing him a happy life without a red envelope.
The hanging heart finally died, and the words he wanted to say all the way became difficult to say. Zhang Yunqing looked at her and said in a difficult voice: "Well... I don't have any other meaning, I just want to ask, is that really reliable? ?”
Qu Yijiu turned out to be very, very special and didn't care about his living environment to this extent.
Feeling a bit unreasonable, Xie Jingsong patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Well... there is a small town not too far away from here. We can just go there and buy some things and transport them back."
Zhang Yunqing, who didn't expect that the first step in cultivating immortality was to become a pioneer, curled his lips and said with low interest: "The place you mentioned is not particularly far away. Is it the place where we rested not long ago?"
Starting from there, the carriage bumped them like grains of wheat in a dustpan for a whole day before transporting the two men, who had shed countless layers of skin, to a nearby place.
Is this what she said, not particularly far?
Xie Jingsong turned her eyes and took two steps forward: "Ahem, anyway, let's knock on the door first?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Qu Yijiu, who bent down and emerged from the house, looked at the stunned Zhang Yunqing with his eyes bent, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yunqing leaned forward and grabbed Xie Jingsong's clothes, stuffed himself behind her and said carefully: "No, it's nothing..."
After catching the eldest lady who liked to hide behind him when trouble came up, Xie Jingsong raised her hand and said hello: "Hey, handsome... Hello, Master."
"Sorry for the late welcome," Qu Yijiu responded with a smile, shook the book in his hand, and handed it to Xie Jingsong, "I felt you step into the mountain gate formation, so I went to find a suitable candidate for this 'Bagua Tu' The technique is done.”
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Zhang Yunqing's eyes widened, and he reacted for a few seconds before suddenly looking at the book that Xie Jingsong had grabbed, and speaking awkwardly again: "This, this, this?"
Xie Jingsong dusted off the dust on it: "You should know it by looking at the color, but your seniors who gossip about Turingen really like black and white."
This is an ancient book that has been rubbed for a long time. It looks old and has no luster, but the bright black and white colors seem to be sealed here, and it is full of vitality.
Zhang Yunqing said expectantly: "Me, me, me, can I take a look?"
Qu Yijiu looked at Xie Jingsong: "If she masters the way of cultivation, if anything goes wrong in the future, you must be responsible for the entire cultivation world."
"Hey, it makes me look like a scumbag to the whole world. You can rest assured that I can't sign a military order..."
The joke was only halfway through when she saw Qu Yijiu's silent and gentle gaze. Xie Jingsong paused, and invisible pressure suddenly hit her head and face.
She hesitated: "Do you really want to sign a military order?"
Qu Yijiu nodded and said: "Of course, I need to swear by my Taoist heart. If she goes astray in the future, you will clean up the family."
"It's so ungrateful. Even the elders are hesitant to explain it clearly to the person involved," Xie Jingsong sighed helplessly, "You just asked me to guard her like a thief. Isn't it weird if you don't twist it?"
Qu Yijiu was not angry at such a minor complaint, but just shook his head: "This is a necessary measure."
Xie Jingsong took a step back, giving Zhang Yunqing enough room to choose: "Okay... Miss, after hearing so much, what do you think we should do?"
In fact, Zhang Yunqing, who had no choice but to retreat, thanked her for her kindness and said firmly: "Sorry to trouble you."
To reach this point in cultivating immortality is like a moth rushing to a flame, losing all reason. Xie Jingsong didn't quite understand it, but found it interesting.
She didn't feel that she didn't want to get involved in Mo Zhuchou's matter but she helped Zhang Yunqing everywhere. This behavior was actually a double standard. She nodded in agreement.
"It's really troublesome..."
It was so troublesome that she wanted to put a sack on herself, who had become curious before, and find a place to beat her up.
Saying this, the method of swearing by the Taoist heart came to his lips and he asked: "I don't have the Taoist heart now, what should I do?"
Qu Yijiu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it will happen sooner or later."
Xie Jingsong, who figured out what to do, threw the book on the ground under Zhang Yunqing's distressed gaze.
She closed her eyes and was about to swear an oath, but she felt awkward hanging her hands by her side, so she simply put her palms together like a Buddha and became a non-staff nun.
"I swear by my Taoist heart that I will take on the role of supervisor for those who practice the Eight Diagrams. The way of heaven is my witness."
As soon as this half-spoken and half-written words came to an end, a bright silver light wrapped around her right little finger. She clicked it and felt some kind of wonderful power beyond the system.
Ah...I was greatly watched by Heaven.
Xie Jingsong paused in picking up the book.
"Miss, I have paid a lot for you," she faintly handed the book over, "so I have to pay more."
Zhang Yunqing, who didn't understand this situation, whispered: "Thank you, I will try my best not to cause you any trouble!"
"No... forget it, just add more money anyway."
Although she is still a few months away from getting haircut, Zhang Yunqing, who has been chasing after her mother for as long as she can remember, has been running into obstacles for many years. Now she finally has a glimmer of hope in her hands. How can she not be excited?
So Xie Jingsong got a eldest lady who looked like she was thrown into the bottom of the lake in the dead of winter.
She was trembling all over, and the hand she used to turn the book was shaking violently.
"Actually, there is no rush," Qu Yijiu reminded her belatedly when she finally opened the book, "because the book is connected to the secret realm."
Seeing a burst of dazzling white light suddenly emerge from the book, Xie Jingsong, whose heart stopped, subconsciously grabbed Zhang Yunqing's wrist and tried to stop it, but was dragged in by the strong suction force from the secret realm.
Did he do it on purpose? It must be intentional, right? ? ?
Before completely losing consciousness, Xie Jingsong smiled and gave Qu Yijiu a middle finger in her heart.
After falling in the darkness for a while, the blank thoughts were squeezed out by the returning brain. Xie Jingsong opened her eyes in confusion and found that many memories were covered with fog.
Unreasonably, she waved her hand to disperse the things blocking her memory, remembering that not long ago she was dragged into the secret practice realm belonging to Zhang Yunqing.
"..."
Xie Jingsong, who had nothing to say, glanced at the coarse clothes on her body, at the hard bed beneath her, at the empty stove next to her, and at the tattered earthen walls.
It’s just like home, apprentice, four, and wall.
"I shouldn't hate role-playing," she finally muttered, touching her face and being shocked by the rough hands, "I take it back."
What kind of weird practice method is this?
