Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 172 Dead Water and Trapped Stone

Qin Jian's eyes looking at Bai Mian were short of writing the words "Shameless".

"Just be sour, shameless, shameless, anyway, it's mine." Bai Mian tidied up the expression on her face, and put on the ghost face again.

"I really have to leave this time, you must leave the door open for me!"

"Wait a minute, there is another question." Qin Jian stopped Bai Mian with a serious look.

Bai Mian turned around and asked in confusion, "What?"

"I've been curious for a long time. What is your body? Are you a boy or a girl?"

Qin Jian was really confused.

"If the little beggar was here, she wouldn't ask such silly questions like you." Bai Mian passed her fingertips through her loose hair, her eyes drooping slightly.

"But it's all superficial, so what do you care about? But you're right, I'm always a child, in the past, now, in the future, and always."

"Of course, for a disaster like yours, you probably can't figure out the reason for it."

Bai Mian looked at Qin Jian's overly delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes again and again, and chuckled twice.

It's a sad thing to be good-looking but too vulgar.

One glance at Qin Jian could tell what Bai Mian was thinking, the mockery on the young man's face was too obvious.

"I'm not vulgar, it smells like fireworks and red dust, can you understand it! Forget it, I don't expect you to understand it."

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. If you don't understand, you don't understand. If you can think clearly about everything and understand everything, what's the point of living?" Qin Jian was not angry at all, she just yelled.

"I won't force you to understand things you don't understand. Similarly, you can't keep laughing at me about things I don't understand. I will be sad."

It is very difficult to exist in the world that can make them angry, and anger not only hurts the body, but also makes them sad, which is not good.

But as long as you are alive, your emotions will inevitably be involved in the people, things, and things you care about. A little bit of fallacy is enough to stir up the deepest suspicion and anxiety in your heart.

Qin Jian went on to say: "I'm just asking casually. Of course, I think it's good for you to be a girl. You can try it next time when you come here. In this way, Lao Qin, I will have another good niece. Then How wonderful!"

"Yeah, isn't it just for an interesting..."

Bai Mian was thoughtful, thinking to himself that deciding what to care about is everyone's own choice, but this time it seems that he has lost his mind.

What he doesn't care about and doesn't need to care about doesn't mean that others don't care about it, and don't need to care about it.

The boy's figure gradually blurred, as thin as a piece of paper, and like a puff of faint smoke, he fell into the blank scroll hanging in the corner of the wall.

"The tide is rising, I have to get on the boat, I will seriously consider your proposal later."

There seemed to be a whistling wind in the cellar, and the sound of gurgling water came from nowhere.

The two outside the picture scroll and the two inside the picture scroll stand opposite each other, bowing to each other, solemnly and casually.

"Then, see you next time, remember to leave the door for me."

The red rope hung down from his hair, the corners of the boy's mouth were slightly curved, and the words he spoke were completely dissipated in the quiet snow.

"I don't know how much of what I taught that child can she remember?"

"If you meet her, please give me a good... I will miss you, Lao Qin..."

"I advise you not to think about it." Qin Jian politely refused.

A certain person is always thinking about how to get others to do the work for him, but he is still unwilling to pay for it.

For a cook who has to work and cook, this kind of missing is not a good thing, it is a ghost to be happy!
Qin Jian wished not to have it.

He stood quietly on the spot, waiting for the ink and water marks on the scroll to completely dissipate, then took the scroll off the wall and stared at the writing on it for a long time.

Sensing the movement upstairs, Qin Jian slowly rolled up the scroll, and was about to put it away, when she suddenly remembered what Bai Mian said to herself a while ago, and snorted softly.

Want the cook to keep the door open for him?

Keeping the door open is a trivial matter, but no matter how talkative a cook is, he will have a temper.

Qin Jian opened the lid of the oil tank located in the deepest part of the cellar, threw the scroll in his hand into it without thinking, closed the lid, and pressed several baskets of cucumbers on it.

And so on, wait for Bai Mian to come back next time, and see if there is more oil on his skin or more oil on his body!
The knocking on the door upstairs became louder and louder. Qin Jian put on the cook's skin and a thick black cloth apron a little impatiently. After sighing, she walked out of the cellar with heavy steps, walking slowly. Moved behind the door.

"Who is it? The Baiwei Pavilion is not open today." Qin Jian resisted the feeling of sleepiness, rubbed the back of his head, and opened the door.

A cook is a cook, and also the owner of the restaurant, so naturally he has the right to decide whether to open the door today.

If you are tired, you can't force yourself to work. That would be a double loss business. Qin Jian knew this well, so he decided to send the people out of the door quickly, so that he could go back to the cellar to have a good rest.

Warm up a pot of wine, order a few side dishes, cut a few pieces of melon, and the days go by in a gurgle.

But all the drowsiness suddenly dissipated when he saw the face of the person outside the door.

The cook took a few steps back in surprise, gave way to the door, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He looked back at the oil tank in the cellar again. The position of the cucumbers on it didn't show any signs of moving, and the lid of the oil tank didn't look like it had been pushed away.

"Why are you back again?"

"No, how did you come back?"

The boy stood quietly in the snow, his long hair, which was three points whiter than the snow, fell down to his ankles, and the tips of his hair touched the ground.

He didn't speak, but looked at the cook's eyes, which were so cold without any extra emotion, they were boundless white.

is more nothing than nothing.

Realizing the existence of the thing in front of him, Qin Jian just wanted to escape from the town immediately and hide in a place that no one knew.

But it's too late.

Facing the terrified look on the cook's face, the boy stretched out his hand, held down his trembling shoulder, and patted it twice.

In other words——the "incarnation of rules" held down the cook's arms, and the measure of justice began to fall, but it didn't fall completely. It just hovered above the heads of the two of them, whining in a low voice.

I don't know if it's comfort or a threat.

……

……

Sheng Yan could no longer remember who the person who quarreled with his grandmother was the day he was found.

In her memory, that person seemed to have completely disappeared without a trace.

Who is it that speaks for her and with her?
Can't remember, can't remember anything, what he looked like, his last name, and what he said, but he still has a little impression.

When she was on the mountain in the past, Shuangxue had said similar things to her.

"Sometimes, when faced with certain things, it is necessary to let go of one's face."

The young man in white sat on the stone steps between the mountain paths, lowered his head, and said this to the tightly wrapped Sheng Qi.

The cold wind outside the mountain gate brought gusts of cold air, which overflowed the edge of the barrier, making the corners of Sheng Yu's eyes and nose red.

She pulled over the wide sleeves of the people around her, and covered herself tightly, only showing a pair of eyes.

The location of the two is neither high nor low, but it is just right enough to see the whole picture of the eight small towns under the mountain gate. Looking back, you can also see Guiyu Mountain and Xiaoyun Mountain hidden in the misty clouds, which is very impressive. A place that feels safe and filled with anticipation.

There are two white glutinous dumplings, one big and one small, cuddling together, and they are very cute to look at.

"Is it like a joke?"

Sheng Fu hid it under his sleeve, quietly picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake from his pocket, and took a small bite.

"It's not like that. There are many kinds of jokes."

Shuangxue shook her head, picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake, and took a big bite.

"The kind you mentioned is an existence that can bring happiness to people, so naturally it is not included in what I said."

The small and exquisite glutinous rice cake was carefully shaped into petals by someone. The size is just right for a little girl, but it is not enough for a taller teenager. It belongs to the level of two people.

Sheng Fu held down the hand that was still about to reach into his pocket, and said with affirmation on his face: "That must be what Ah Xue looks like now."

"You and Xiaoqi are the same. You say you don't like snacks, and you always like to steal my snacks. Azheng says that I can eat more and more recently."

"Azheng also said that it's not good to eat too much sugar. If this continues, he won't make dim sum and won't allow us to go down the mountain!" Sheng Wei felt a little wronged, and suddenly felt that the glutinous rice cake in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Hearing this, Shuangxue couldn't help slandering and threatening a child. No matter how you look at this matter, it must be his uncle who is shameless, right?Let him get used to it!If you don't want people to go downhill, just say it!What's wrong with eating your two dim sums!
But taking another look at the grievance of Xiaotuanzi beside her, tears were about to fall, Shuangxue sighed softly in her heart, and still didn't understand that the so-called threat in her mouth was not meant for the little girl.

His uncle was warning him in an extremely gentle way not to stretch his hands too far.

In particular, don't overdo it.

Bian Zheng has always been very kind to Shuangxue. Before Sheng Fu came, Shuangxue enjoyed the most love from Bian Zheng, far more than Bian Qi.

It is not a problem at all to say that he was raised by Bian Zheng.

It's amazing that Shuangxue can't feel the age barrier in Bian Zheng, and the relationship between the two has always been a teacher and a friend.

In Bian Zheng's heart, Shuangxue is also a child with his own ideas, and because of a debt that everyone knows well, he is trying his best to make up for this irresponsible senior brother who was chosen and left behind. Poor kid.

But Sheng Yu and Shuangxue are different.

At least, Shuangxue thinks so.

An orphan girl who was seriously injured and her life was hanging by a thread, a poor and ordinary little girl who was still suffering from pain after being rescued by means unimaginable to the world.

If there is anything extraordinary, it is also in the person who rescued her.

One is the lord of the Tong Palace who lives in the Nine Heavens Palace. He is of extraordinary background and is unspeakably expensive. The other is known as the most potential and talented cultivator below the Immortal Realm. He has already climbed to the top of the world at a young age. , to see the scenery of the world.

Shuangxue has always known that this world is different from the one she came from, it is so fresh, bright, full of vitality, and has infinite possibilities—even if it is bad or bad, they still exist .

This world, it is a pool of stagnant water, everyone and everything is just a motionless stone at the bottom of the pool.

The wind does not stand, the water does not flow, and the stone does not move.

Heart, also does not change.

Under the guidance of fate, they will walk from one end of the line to the other end of the line peacefully, without staying or turning back, as if everything has already been decided.

Or maybe, everything is already predestined.

My own arrival once added a touch of color to this gray and white world, and then fell into silence along with all the stones.

After all, it couldn't get around that the little girl next to him was just an ordinary and ordinary child.

Whether it's the behemoth in power in Tonggong, or my always indifferent uncle, they are too nice to this sudden and useless child, which makes Shuangxue feel very uneasy and upset chaos.

Bian Zheng's extraordinary love for Sheng Yu, Shuangxue saw it in his eyes, which can be interpreted as a close eye, and the investment in the previous stage was too large, so he had to pay back, and it was also necessary to take care of this only little apprentice who suffered a lot. Human nature.

But still the same sentence, the world is a pool of stagnant water, and the lake of the heart is calm and without waves, so how can the heart be moved?

Under the uneasy urging, Shuangxue asked Bianzheng many times when she was going to pay her respects to the teacher, and when she was going to enter the little girl's name in the file of the mountain gate, so that she could enjoy the protection of the ancestors of the Xuanshuang Sect. Every time, Bian Zheng shirks it with reasons such as the time has not yet come, Sheng Yu is too young, he is not in good health, and his cultivation level is not enough.

The blind man in the small town outside the mountain gate, in the early years, because he could see too clearly, he couldn't control his mouth, and said a lot of things that shouldn't be said. Later, he was blinded by the strong wind, and his eyes were completely blind.

A blind man who can't see is blind but not blind, which is a good fortune teller.

The blind man said that his uncle and the little girl did not have the fate of master and apprentice, so it may not be a good thing to force them to stay.

Shuangxue was silent.

Bian Zheng has never been a qualified teacher.

Except for the parts related to daily life, he has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a teacher. Unlike treating himself, Bian Zheng will not take the initiative to teach Sheng Yu anything, even if it is a little girl, she is very interested and extremely where the longing is.

Every time Shuangxue asked about it, Bian Zheng still gave the same excuses.

She is still very young, so she doesn't need to learn many unnecessary things, let alone know too many disturbing things.

Shuangxue still remembers what her uncle said with a flat face that day.

"Leave, why are you leaving?"

"Why do you think she's going to leave?"

The plainness in the words is chillingly cold.

From that moment on.

Shuangxue knew that they were all trapped.

They have all become a trapped stone in the dead water.

(End of this chapter)