Close your eyes and your mind is filled with the shadow of cousin Nangong Tingyu.

Love, love.

No, Nangong Village does not represent Nangong Tingyu; the old village leader does not represent her daughter; she is definitely not like this, and Nangong Tingyu does not mean that.

"You are afraid that I will continue to practice immortality, afraid that I will break my dantian, afraid that my martial arts will be restored, and so that I will go to that 'five-year agreement'..."

What a calculating old village master, what a snobbish old village master who ignores your daughter's happiness? Is it true that Marshal An's son is worthy of being your son-in-law?

What a dark life! - Beichen Yingxue only felt the darkness in front of her eyes and stars emerged.

I really don’t want to live anymore, I really want to die like this and never wake up.

Suddenly, the knife stabbed him in the heart.

When she woke up, she only saw that she curled her lips hard, "Without you, I still have a husband."

...

Outside the window, those eyes were still peeping, but the ferocity and greed in their eyes became more and more...!

"It turns out that the person who is the one who is the one who is the one who is also scheming. It seems that he is not that foolish."

"A child can teach you."

A glimmer burst out from the eyes.

...

The knife was inserted into Beichen Yingxue's chest, but he calmed down and used the same trick again.

"Aren't you afraid... are you just as angry as your senior brother?"

Humph, the knife stopped, and she said in shock: "Is it the martial arts you taught me..."

"That's all, that's it!"

Ah, the senior sister's face turned pale and her whole body was trembling, but she pondered for a moment and didn't care. "As far as the past is concerned, at least I'll let you die first."

Knife, stabbing again.

"Stop, since it's death, why not die happily? We are not married before we die, but it's possible after death."

What do you mean? My senior sister didn't understand.

Beichen Yingxue said: "Come on, let's have a drink and have a bar, and we'll be determined to have a child."

"The next life?"

"Yes, if we are determined to live, we cannot become husband and wife in this life, which does not mean that we cannot succeed in the next life..."

"Okay, come on, then you will wait for me in the underworld after you die, and you will not be allowed to escape from your life."

"Bang", the two wine bowls collided, and the senior sister was affectionate.

...

Dead, just die like this.

Beichen Yingxueji's senior sister was unwilling to die. She said angrily: Take my ashes and go back to her hometown, bury me in your room, and let me watch you day and night.

Beichen Yingxue Road, why do you have to watch over me day and night?

She said, they wanted me to lurk by your side and marry you. Although this was not my original intention and intention, but I admire you for being in love over time. I admire you as a tenacious and real man. I was moved. I really want to marry you, although you are a disabled person and a waste.

Beichen Yingxue said, it’s a pity that we can’t do it.

She said, take my ashes back, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, which is the "Blood Test" competition for the three major families in Jubao Town every five years. It is a rare opportunity. I hope you can get the qualification to enter the forbidden area of ​​your ancestors through the "Blood Test", find secrets in the forbidden area, and break the seal of your dantian.

No, I have no face to go back.

No, you must go back. Because not only the blood test, but also because of your sister.

Sister, what's wrong with her?

In order to collect herbs for you, she was blinded by the poison of the demon snake on the mountain.

It's blind. Beichen Yingxue staggered and almost fell down, and she was in great pain.

Sister, what a cute sister, since his dantian was sealed three years ago, he has been going up the mountain to collect herbs, and has been silently supporting him to break the seal of his dantian.

If you are blind, how could it be your sister? Disaster will not happen alone?

It was all me who dragged them down. I really had no face to see my relatives again. I really had the heart to die.

She said, go back, bring my ashes, let us be husband and wife again in the next life, our glass of wine has been touched, and I will wait for you seriously in the underworld.

...

Two people died, right in front of you, and in an instant, the two living people disappeared.

Although I have experienced big scenes, I still cannot help but immerse myself in the friendship of the past.

Sad, legs are as if filled with lead, nailed to the local area.

It took a long time to recover and hold the desk to stand firm.

The desk was old, but it was cleaned because it was where he studied.

The stack of books on the table were all rune-like immortal cultivation books, which he borrowed from the Taoist Sutra Pavilion. The top one was "Ice Soul Orifice" and the next one was "On Soul". When you open it casually, a quaint wood fragrance emitting from the pages.

He ignored the two corpses and just wanted to calm his mind. After calming down, he thought about how to dispose of the corpse so that it would not be discovered by others, especially by the abbot.

To be honest, he doesn't like reading books very much, especially those who are indifferent. But since his dantian was sealed three years ago, he has been looking for such books about "Fundao", dreaming that one day in the future, he will break the seal of the dantian with a unique way.

"When a person gets qi, he is born with his body, just like fire that hangs on wood, his soul and his body are flames. When a person dies, his soul returns to qi, just like fire extinguishing. How can his flames go?..."

This is a famous article in "On Soul", which tells the origin of the soul and the cultivation technique of soul.

Only when a person has vital energy can he form a body, just like fire can he burn it if he attaches to wood. The soul is like flame, and the body is charcoal. When a person dies, he is like fire extinguished, and the soul returns to vital energy.

"There is residual heat in fire, and the soul has residual thoughts. Suck its residual thoughts and refines it into soul power, so it is said that 'Man cultivates veins and ghosts cultivates soul'."

A bitter smile, "I have no spiritual power in my body. I can't even cultivate people well. How can I learn from ghosts - soul cultivation?"

Close the book and throw it aside, "I don't have much time left for me. I have to read the most useful book in a limited time. Only in this way can I find a way to break the seal of my dantian."

Involuntarily, I picked up the hair and drew the talisman again.

Drawing talismans is his way of life, his way of hope, and he hopes to calm his heart through this.

Talismans, big talismans, small talismans, extremely profound.

Just as I was drawing, my head suddenly tightened, and the air inside the house seemed to be forced into by something. Immediately, a powerful spiritual force suddenly penetrated from outside the room.

Who? Whose mental power was terrified in his heart.

With such strong mental power, if I hadn't been using my mental power to draw talismans at this time, I wouldn't have sensed the existence of this mental power and sneak peeks.

Who, whose mental power?

Obviously, this mental power is many times stronger than his mental power.

The mental power is cruising, like a thief who is exploring his hands and feet.

What does it want to peep at?

Suddenly he thought of the two corpses behind him. Oh my God, he actually focused on drawing talismans and forgot to deal with it.

Seeing that the voyeurism was about to reach the corpse, his heart was in his throat.

Without even thinking too much, he quickly bit his fingers, dripped blood on the treasure mirror that was thrown on the table, dripping blood to recognize the master, and then aimed at the corpse with an idea.

With a bang, a fiery red phoenix flew out of the mirror. No, it was not a phoenix, but a flaming flame.

The flames instantly burned the corpse to ashes.

What's amazing is that the temperature in the room did not rise because of the fire, and it still remains the same... as if the flames of fire had never appeared at all, and the ashes seemed to have existed.

The immersed mental power slipped past the ashes, and there was no strange feeling at all...

The mental power continued to roam, swipe it on the table, swipe it on the pages, and then slowly go away.

Who, whose mental power, why do you care about my books alone?

Is it depends on what I am studying?

This thought was relieved, "This old guy, you..."

...

It's a relief, it's a risk.

I sat on the ground, really wanting to get up again.

Suddenly, I thought of something again, stared at the mirror in my hand, and my face turned pale.

Why do I have to use her mirror? Am I so bored and want to use women's things to protect myself?

Slap, give yourself three mouths.

Recognize yourself and recognize yourself, but I just can't recognize yourself. I don't want your help and mercy. Even if this abbot discovers, I will never use it when I die. Why should I use it?

Papa, three more mouths.
To be continued...