Renyin year, November 29th, winter solstice!
Stratus clouds gathered, the night fell, and fine snow fell one after another.
Song Ciwan opened her eyes in the long night. She hid the three peach wood puppets used for summoning in places that no one else would expect and only she knew. She also took the plum wood puppet used as a substitute with her.
After the Shouyuan sacrifice, the shape of the plum puppets has shrunk, each one is as thin as a soybean, delicate and cute. Song Ciwan packed them in a small purse, hung it around his neck, and hid it under his clothes.
Song Ciwan could feel that there was a strange connection between himself and these wooden puppets, like a blood connection.
So, where is this wooden puppet? These are clearly her three lives!
It feels good to carry three lives with you.
Song Ciwan put on the black cloak again, put on the human skin mask with rough stitching, and took one last look at the big white goose sleeping peacefully in the house.
A smile appeared on her lips, and she turned her sleeves. The night wind blew up, and her whole body turned into a shadow and went with the wind.
There are three levels of Time and Night Escape. Song Ciwan has now perfected the first level and is only waiting for an opportunity to break through!
The night wind stirred up fine snow, and shadows moved alternately in the snow.
In the west of Suyang City, Demon-Slaying Captain Zhang Ping did not go out to catch demons tonight.
His boss, Demon-Slaying General Tian Junhong, recently obtained a high-grade magical artifact, the Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture. For this reason, General Tian specially held a banquet in his mansion and invited guests, close friends and subordinates from all over to come and appreciate it.
The night banquet was very lively, and the Lanke Spring and Autumn Pictures had even more mysterious effects. When this picture is unfolded, it is said that it can extend to a radius of ten miles, covering less than half of the city. In the picture, there is a chessboard like a star curtain, with Bai Mei as a chess player, and a game of chess is both a beauty in the world and the passing of the Spring and Autumn Period in the picture.
The original painting of this picture was made by the great scholar Yu Chunqiu, and was called the Picture of the Beautiful Lady in the Spring and Autumn Period.
When the painting was completed, thousands of beauties flew out of the painting, holding harps and playing shengs, looking at flowers by the water, or dancing gracefully...
Everyone who was in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty at that time saw this wonderful sight of flying in the sky with their own eyes. It was like a fairyland coming to the world, and "the beauty in the book is like jade" came from illusion into reality!
Later, there was a craze among scholars in the Zhou Dynasty to imitate the Spring and Autumn Pictures of Beauties. It is said that the real original painting by Confucianism has become a high-grade spiritual artifact from the time it was painted, and among the many imitations, it is famous for Yu The paintings by Su Baiyi, a direct disciple of Spring and Autumn Period, are the most miraculous.
Tian Junhong's "Rotten Ke Spring and Autumn Picture" is based on Su Baiyi's painting, which was later refined and enhanced by the master of the weapon refiner Tan Dongge to form this top-grade magical weapon.
Suyang City is indeed a remote place. Although Tian Junhong is a sixth-grade demon-slaying general, what does such a position mean if he is placed in the capital?
But he was able to get such a bad picture of the Spring and Autumn Period. No wonder he was so proud that he even held a banquet and showed off to all directions.
During the banquet, Tian Junhong vaguely mentioned that there was a noble person in his family, which naturally aroused countless speculations and compliments.
Zhang Ping didn't get into that central circle, but he had good connections, and everyone gathered around him and talked about it.
A colleague of the Demon-Slaying Captain said: "General Tian obtained this bad picture of the Spring and Autumn Period. Since then, its power of intimidation has greatly increased. There should be fewer demons around our Suyang City."
Some people also said: "There is a benefit to having too little. Brothers have been so busy lately that they are out of breath. But, too little is not enough..."
Why not too little?
There is no need to explain this. Don’t talk about others, just talk about Zhang Ping. If there are no demons, how can he improve his blood-breaking knife?
Someone else said: "Brother Zhang, your Blood-Breaking Knife is already close to the limit of Qian Sheng. It won't be long before it can be upgraded to a low-grade magical weapon, right?"
Zhang Ping seemed to have something on his mind, and he was not very cheerful during the whole process, but when someone mentioned the Blood Pouring Knife, the expression on his face softened slightly, and he said with a smile: "It's still far behind, I'm ashamed. If compared with my peers, I’m at the bottom.”
When he said this, someone immediately answered: "It's better to be a disciple of your sect. The inheritance is complete, which is really enviable. For ordinary Zang refining warriors like us, it's hard to get a low-grade magic weapon." Woolen cloth."
As soon as these words of envy came out, the chat box of the rest of the people immediately started, and everyone expressed their yearning for the Seven Star Sect and other large sects.
The banquet is becoming more and more lively, not to mention it.
Later, Zhang Ping was called by Demon-Slaying General Tian Junhong for a conversation. Tian Junhong asked Zhang Ping about his apprenticeship at Qixingmen.
Zhang Ping said: "My master Baizhan Dao, Fu Tianyi."
There is a name and a reputation, at least innate.
Tian Junhong laughed, patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder and said: "Good fellow, you are a disciple of a famous master. You are practicing well. If you can advance to Xiantian, I will protect you as a demon slayer!"
The lowest demon slayer is from the seventh rank. Zhang Ping immediately straightened his waist slightly and showed excitement on his face.
The sound of silk and bamboo began again, and the heat in the banquet hall rose so high that it seemed like a completely different world from the fine snow falling outside.
Until the snow fell layer after layer, and the night mist filled the air, deepening even further.
General Tian's night banquet finally came to an end. Someone drunkenly staggered out of the bustling banquet hall, arms crossed, and stepped into the snow.
"Oh, it's snowing heavily. Brothers, do you still want to go to Qunfang Pavilion?"
"Go! Why not go?"
The captains of the Demon-Slaying School were clamoring for a change of scenery, but Zhang Ping was the only one who refused to go. He said he wanted to go back to practice.
"Otherwise, it would have to be our brother Zhang. With this spirit, why worry about being born with it? Hahaha!"
I couldn't tell whether this was sarcasm or praise, but no matter what it was, Zhang Ping just responded with a smile. He has firm beliefs and is not swayed by the secular world.
Colleagues were so excited that Zhang Ping returned home.
His family's population is also very simple. There is an old servant who works as a concierge, and two young men who run errands and do odd jobs.
After Zhang Ping returned home, he entered the practice room. His innate thoughts stimulated him and made him not want to waste a moment.
Pulling out the blood-breaking knife from his waist, although there was no one in front of him, there was a demon in his heart.
The sword light exploded, like a bloody streak across the long night, and the candlelight swayed crazily in the four corners of the training room.
Zhang Ping said: "Kill!"
Kill kill kill!
There is nothing that cannot be killed. When he was so young, monsters broke into his house and devoured all his parents and relatives. At that time, no one came to save them...
No, people come, but they always come a little late.
So many people, including twenty-three members of his family, died. Only he managed to escape with his life, being protected by his mother in a water tank.
The snake demon's tail whip came over and broke the mother's spine. Her blood dripped, and her whole body was still tightly pressed against the mouth of the water tank. She said to him below: "Ping'er, don't be afraid, there will be someone." Come to save you, you have to live well..."
Mother said: "Don't... take revenge!"
Zhang Ping shouted: "Ah!"
The sword light was raging and the candlelight was extinguished.
How could you not take revenge? He wants revenge, he wants to kill all the monsters in the world!
Kill kill kill! Everyone can be killed!
He screamed: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong!"
"I'm just killing demons. I practice swordsmanship just to kill more demons. I'm not wrong -"
In the endless darkness, there seemed to be a sigh, conveyed from far away in time and space.
The last thing Zhang Ping saw was his mother's reproachful yet gentle eyes.
"Mom, I'm right..."
he murmured.
But is he really right? In fact, he wasn't so sure.
He could no longer pursue the answer. His blood flowed backwards while practicing, his heart burst, and he died.
He fell on his back with a bang, and the loud noise attracted the servants at home. A boy pushed the door open and came in. At that time, he shouted in horror: "Master! Someone, come quickly, the master is not good!"
The sound was carried far away, causing a shudder in the soft snow.
In the distance, Song Ciwan turned into the night wind, hiding his body and name.
