Suyang City, Demon Refining Platform, Huanxi Room.
Song Ciwan, who was still in the process of purging demons, didn't know that just when she was frightened by the prying eyes of the master of transformation, a person in Cangling County Mansion, thousands of miles away, suddenly stood up from the table with a look of surprise and suspicion. , looking into the void.
A beautiful woman walked up from behind him and asked softly: "Erlang, what's the matter?"
The handsome man wore a golden-colored spirit rat cloak and crushed an ancient vine wine baron on the table in front of him into pieces with one hand.
He withdrew his vacant gaze, half-closed his eyelids, and crushed the crumbs on the table into ashes as if nothing had happened. Then he turned back and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just feel something occasionally, or something wonderful is about to happen... that is to say. Not sure."
The woman's eyes lit up and she said, "Erlang has a feeling. Could it be that he has calculated the current position of Yingzhou?"
The handsome man smiled and said nothing.
But no one knew that he was frightened at this moment, and he would not tell anyone. Just now, he seemed to be stared at by a pair of eyes from outside the void!
The creepy feeling at that moment was as if something cold had peeled off his skin and bones layer by layer, penetrated into his organs, and even into his soul, grabbing hold of his long past and trying to bring out all the invisible things. Everything is exposed to the sun!
He chased subconsciously, but was suppressed in an instant.
He didn't even want to recall that overwhelming feeling of terror...
who is it? What is it?
Could it be the one warning him?
His heart was awe-inspiring, indescribable.
Song Ciwan didn't know anything. She just completed today's task seriously, then lined up in an awkward position among the equally embarrassed handymen, and received today's wages from the steward.
Today, there is still no dolphin demon in the water, but there are a lot of rat demon intestines, five or six pairs.
Song Ciwan took these rat demons into the water and walked straight home.
She was injured, so she simply stopped going to the vegetable market, and she didn't go to the City God's Temple. It was proper to go home to recuperate.
Walking into Jishanfang, the neighbors are still lively.
Several families exchanged the corpses of rat demons for a lot of money at the demon refining platform, and then went to the City God's Temple to buy new family-protecting talismans on their heads. With the family-protecting talisman, they might be able to kill the demon tonight, so It formed a perfect cycle, making others envious.
Some people even said with great ambition: "It's better that the rat demon comes again tonight. Man, I will kill the shit out of it. If I go to the demon refining platform tomorrow, I won't exchange money for elixirs!"
Such ambition immediately attracted the admiration of everyone in the neighborhood.
Of course, there are also those who are dissatisfied and said angrily: "You are not afraid, but my family can't stand the torment! My mother-in-law is still lying in bed, why is the rat demon coming? If it really comes, it will not survive the day?"
Some are happy and some are sad.
Song Ciwan was like the most inconspicuous dead leaf in this winter, walking among the neighbors, listening to the voices of people, and returned home unsteadily.
But someone was waiting for her in front of her house, it was Yang Taixuan.
Seeing Song Ciwan, Yang Taixuan was happy at first, and then surprised again.
"Sister Yueniang, you, why are you looking like this?" Seeing Song Ciwan's pale face, he hurried forward and took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve.
The aroma of sauce-roasted meat came out of the oil-paper bag. Without opening it, Song Ciwan could guess that it must be a piece of sauced pork!
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." A smile appeared on Song Ciwan's pale face, but her hands quickly blocked Yang Taixuan's action of passing the meat, "No, I can't take this meat! Don't you want to practice martial arts? You should eat more. Meat nourishes the body!”
Yang Taixuan's eyes were bright, and he said with joy on his face: "Sister Yueniang, I went to the Jufeng Martial Arts Hall today and became a disciple of Master Chen. Master Chen said that I have good bones and muscles and am a good candidate for martial arts. This sauce The meat is also given out by the martial arts school in the afternoon, I have already eaten it, and I specially left a piece for you, so don’t refuse."
Seeing that Song Ciwan was still refusing, Yang Taixuan's eyes suddenly drooped and he said with a low expression: "Sister Yueniang, I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, I originally wanted to bring meat home. But my mother said that my father hasn't even had his first seven years yet. However, I am a son and she is a wife, so eating meat and fish would be disrespectful to the deceased."
"I don't want to argue with her. She doesn't eat meat, but I do." Yang Taixuan said lonely, "It's just too boring to eat alone..."
He looked at Song Ciwan, who suddenly became speechless.
In fact, the parents of the Song family also died not long ago. If he strictly observed his filial piety, Song Ciwan would have abstained from eating meat for three years.
It's true that she hasn't eaten meat these days, but she has eaten a lot of the strengthening pills she got from selling her fat intestines.
After thinking about it, Song Ciwan stopped saying that she also wanted to observe filial piety, and just said: "Axuan, please wait for me for a moment, I have something for you."
With that said, she opened the courtyard door and went home.
She did not invite Yang Taixuan to her home because she subconsciously maintained a sense of distance from everyone.
Soon, Song Ciwan walked out of the yard holding a porcelain bottle. The porcelain bottle contained a kind of medicinal oil that could relax muscles and activate muscles.
This was obtained by Song Ciwan after she sold a basket of dried bayberries through the Heaven and Earth Scale. She didn't know why she got active oil from selling bayberries. However, this medicinal oil is of good quality and not high grade, so it is suitable for ordinary people to use. Yang Taixuan is now entering martial arts training for the first time, so he will definitely need it.
Song Ciwan took the sauced pork buns in Yang Taixuan's hand with one hand and handed him the medicinal oil.
Yang Taixuan took it blankly, and Song Ciwan said, "I prepared this medicinal oil myself. Don't dislike it for its weak efficacy."
How could Yang Taixuan dare to dislike him? He looked flattered and wanted to refuse but seemed reluctant to give up, which made Song Ciwan smile softly.
In the end, Yang Taixuan took the bottle of medicinal oil and left. There were so few pure kindnesses in his life, and he was reluctant to refuse any of them.
Before leaving, Yang Taixuan said to Song Ciwan: "Sister Yueniang, Wang Yi has entered the official school. Their family held a funeral for his mother and announced that she would be suspended for seven days. The old lady of the Wang family also said that Wang Yi is now so talented that she is in good condition. He should devote himself to studying, and he must observe filial piety, so he will not consider marriage for three years."
When he said this, he carefully observed Song Ciwan's expression, as if he was afraid that she would be sad. Seeing that Song Ciwan looked as usual, he lowered his voice and said, "But I found that the Wang family seems to be secretly looking for young girls. The kind who want to serve Wang Yi personally..."
Song Ciwan smiled and said: "The news is good, it sounds good."
Yang Taixuan scratched his head and said very honestly: "Then I will often spy on Sister Yueniang from now on."
After saying this, he really said goodbye and left.
Song Ciwan closed the door and went home, quickly washing up and tidying up.
She was actually very much looking forward to the part where the scales of heaven and earth intercepted [The Spy of the God-Transforming Master], because although she suffered a lot from this, the level of this thing was high enough, and if she sold it, the income would definitely be quite high, so she thought about all the trouble. Not for free.
Of course, expectations are expectations, but I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Song Ciwan felt uncomfortable all over her body now, and the coldness in the air was attacking her in waves. Normally, she had the energy to protect her body, so she didn't feel the discomfort of the cold weather very much, but now that she was injured, all the pain of winter came over her.
She boiled hot water, took a shower and changed clothes.
I carefully took another Xue Po Pill and tried to adjust my breathing for a while.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the tingling sensation in the meridians surged again, and Song Ciwan did not dare to continue to move the Qi. Fortunately, she felt much more comfortable by this time. She gave up adjusting her breath and started operating the heaven and earth scales.
While selling the evil spirit gained today to increase his lifespan by one hundred and twenty years, he made a fire to cook, and at the same time cleaned up the rat demon.
Song Ciwan wanted to adjust his condition better before selling [The Spying of the God Transformation Master].
The main reason is that she is worried that if something unpredictable happens again when selling this, she is afraid that she will be in a bad state and unable to cope with it.
