Seeing that Xie Jingsong's joyful mood before going to bed was ruined by this note, Zhang Yunqing took a deep breath and sighed: "What's wrong?"
"There is always some ominous premonition," Xie Jingsong raised the incoming disaster in his hand at her, "Someone asked me to go to Qingping City to have a look. Do you have any impression of Qingping City?"
Zhang Yunqing asked doubtfully: "Don't you know?"
Xie Jingsong had learned before that the rights in this world were divided among three representatives, namely the monks, the mortal family, and the mascot royal family. But the entanglement about power is always unclear. Just like plants are hybridized and grafted, so is power.
The most classic product is Qingping City.
If it weren't for the profound impression he had when he first met him, Zhang Yunqing would have doubted whether this man was a savage who came out of some deep mountain forest.
"Led by the Bai family, there are more than thirty aristocratic families, large and small, in Qingping City. Because many monks have been trained here, many people will apply to the sect to be stationed in the city in order to support their appearance."
"... There was some serious internal fighting in the city, but when something really happened, they immediately united... In short, it was a very complicated situation,"
The more she talked, the clearer her mind became, and she suddenly came back to her senses: "Who invited you there?
Xie Jingsong didn't hide this from her: "...Don't worry."
Alarm bells blaring in his heart, Zhang Yunqing expressed his strong resistance by shaking his head wildly: "The man in black who took away the Skinner? No! You can't go! He must be holding back some bad tricks!"
In Zhang Yunqing's eyes, Qingping City was like "water deep" in capital letters. Why didn't Xie Jingsong feel that Mo Zhuchou was like sticking his head out of a dug hole, smiling and waving his malicious little hand at her?
She pondered for a moment, shook her head slightly and said, "I still have to go."
The reason for going is also very simple. Mo Zhuchou aroused enough interest in her, a salted fish that was too lazy to turn over while being fried in the pot, so she was willing to stir up troubled waters and fish for a fish.
After thinking for a while, she asked again: "How is your marksmanship going?"
Zhang Yunqing moved her eyes away uncomfortably. She put her hands on the table in front of her, and her toes began to work secretly again: "I have practiced the marksmanship of the Kan gun, but I still can't control it without the gun. I can't hold the two guns at all..." Can’t get up.”
"Then you go back to the mountain to practice first, don't worry," Xie Jingsong folded the note and stuffed it into her sleeve pocket, looked at her, and said with a smile, "I will remember to bring back a cook from the mountain!"
Zhang Yunqing was too busy refuting her and had no time to dig at the ground: "No, you've always wanted to be a cook, right?"
He politely shook the skeleton's hand, sent it to the window, and then pulled down the window. Xie Jingsong climbed back onto the bed with a flutter of feet, lay down and began to skillfully pretend to be dead.
Zhang Yunching ran to the bed angrily, leaned half over and pinched her face: "Okay, you have become a mute corpse again, right? Then if you don't go back, what will I tell the master?"
Xie Jingsong said nonchalantly: "Just say someone wants to play with me and come back in a few days."
The hand that was pinching her face paused and applied harder.
Judging from his previous actions, Qu Yijiu is not the kind of strict parent who demands to go home before midnight, right?
With his carefree attitude, maybe after hearing this, he squeezed out a faint "hmm" from his throat and went to make tea without even bothering to raise his eyelids.
She yawned, closed her eyes and patted the side: "Go to sleep, I'll go there tomorrow to see what's going on."
It was still a dreamless night, which was an incredible gift for Xie Jingsong, an unlucky guy who was always haunted by nightmares before traveling through time.
After spending some gold coins on the eldest lady and sending her away from the inn, Xie Jingsong did not rush to Qingping City, but ran to renew the room with the shopkeeper for a few more days.
After all, you have to be strong to strike the iron, and it is not advisable to rush to death.
She could take this opportunity to figure out what the light green fluorescence Zhang Daoxin planted in her brain was. If she missed it because of this, it would definitely be fate that would not let her go.
With her fingertips dipped in some water, she recalled the defensive formation that Qu Yijiu demonstrated in front of her. She closed her eyes and meditated, wrote with concentration, and quickly drew a miniature version of the formation on the table.
When the star-like light dotted on the night shone in the room, a gentle force that could soothe the exhausted body and mind surged out of the room and enveloped Xie Jingsong.
It worked.
She leaned back on the chair and returned her thoughts to the small space containing the dictionary.
As soon as she came in, the light green fluorescence was like a puppy that hadn't seen its owner for a long time. It swooped over and covered the light green on her forehead, and even hugged her and rubbed her around.
Xie Jingsong sat down, pinched the light and rubbed it: "What the hell are you?"
The little green fluorescent trembled with difficulty.
Xie Jingsong, who had been a bull for a while, sighed: "I think the two of us communicating like this are playing the piano to each other."
The little green fluorescent person shrank.
The salty fish monster who wanted to have sex for free poked it: "I mean, if you can understand what I say, why don't you just be more conscious and do whatever you want?"
...and then she was really knocked unconscious by the little green fluorescent ball that came from one end.
I don't know how long it took, but she woke up leisurely. Her eyelids trembled as she glanced around and found that she was still lying in the sea of consciousness.
A light female voice spoke gently in her ear: "This is my secret technique, with jade eyes. This technique can see all the evil spirits in the world, and can detect the good and evil in the world. It is only given to...the people who are destined." "
"It must be remembered that evil and evil can be seen, and good and evil cannot be determined. All must be judged by the heart and the deeds."
Okay, so which kind person gave her an enhanced version of the piercing eyes?
I picked up an insight skill for nothing. No one dares to believe that there is such a thing in the world.
But she had no way of finding out - Zhang Daoxin had been crushed into ashes ten years ago, and if she went to look for it now, she probably wouldn't even know where to get the ashes.
With a severe headache and feeling that her time travel was no simple accident, Xie Jingsong withdrew from the sea of consciousness, slumped on the chair and turned into a pile of ashes without ideals.
Her last effort was to stand up from the chair, walk to the window and lean on her head to look down.
Looking for a random person to stare at, Xie Jingsong circulated his true energy in his body and said softly: "Having jade eyes."
A stream of light flashed across her eyes quickly, falling on the corner of her eyes, dotted with two green crystals the size of rice grains.
A small cloud of gray breath suddenly appeared above the head of the person she was looking at, and it curled up with a bit of dazzling white.
"Well……"
Even an experiment must have a control group, so she watched a few more people until all the energy in her body was drained, and then she shrank back like a kidney deficiency.
Although she was as tired as an old cow that had been plowing for three days and three nights, the result was gratifying: she initially determined that pure white was good and pure black was evil, which was more complicated but also the most important. The common color is gray.
Probably there weren't enough samples and she hadn't seen the other colors yet.
However, it is too superficial to define a person by color, and Xie Jingsong does not want to experience kidney deficiency every day. Not intending to use it more, she took back her jade eyes, packed her luggage, rubbed a wind talisman with her hand, and flew towards Qingping City.
