Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 17 I Have a Sword, Void Phantom
Renyin year, November 29, the winter solstice!
Stratus gathered, night fell, and fine snow fell one after another.

Song Ciwan opened her eyes in the long night, and she hid the three peach wood puppets for summoning in places that no one else would think of but only she knew, and she carried the plum wood puppet for life with her.

After the Shouyuan sacrifice, the shape of the Li wooden puppets shrinks, and each one is as thin as a soybean, delicate and lovely.Song Ciwan packed them in a small purse, hung it around his neck, and stuck it into his clothes to hide it.

Song Ciwan could feel that there was a strange blood connection between himself and these wooden puppets.

So, where is this wooden puppet?These are clearly her three lives!
It feels good to have three lives with you.

Song Ciwan put on the black cloak again, put on the rough-stitched human skin mask, and took a last look at the big white goose sleeping peacefully in the house.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she turned her sleeves, and when the night wind blew, her whole body turned into a shadow and went away with the wind.

There are three levels in Time and Night Escape. Song Ciwan has already cultivated the first level to perfection, and he only needs to wait for an opportunity to break through!
The night wind rolled up the fine snow, and the shadows moved alternately in the snow.

To the west of Suyang City, Zhang Ping, the captain of the Demon Slayer School, did not go out to catch demons tonight.

His superior, Demon Slayer General Tian Junhong recently obtained a new high-grade magic weapon, Lan Ke Chunqiu Map. For this reason, General Tian specially held a banquet in the mansion, inviting guests from all over the world, close friends and subordinates to appreciate it.

The banquet was very lively, and Lan Ke's Spring and Autumn Picture was even more mysterious.When this picture is unfolded, it is said that it can extend to a radius of ten miles, and can cover a small half of the city. In the picture, there is a chessboard like a star screen, with Baimei as a chess player.

The original painting of this picture was made by the great Confucianist Yu Chunqiu, and it is called the Picture of Beauty in Spring and Autumn.

When the painting is completed, thousands of beauties fly out of the painting, or hold the piano and play the sheng, or look at the flowers by the water, or dance...

Those who were in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty at that time could not help but witness this wonderful scene of beautiful flying into the sky. It was like a fairyland coming to the world, and it was "the beauty in the book" that shined into reality from illusion!
Later, there was an upsurge of imitating the Spring and Autumn Paintings among the scholars of Dazhou. It is said that the original Daru painting has become a top-grade spiritual weapon since the painting was completed, and among the many imitations, Yu The paintings by Su Baiyi, a direct disciple of the Spring and Autumn Period, are the most miraculous.

Tian Junhong's picture of Lanke Chunqiu is based on Su Baiyi's painting, which was later refined and enhanced by the master craftsman Tan Dongge, thus forming this top-grade magic weapon.

Suyang City is really a remote place. Although Tian Junhong is a sixth-rank Demon Slayer General, if he is placed in the capital, what is such a position worth?

But he was able to get such a rotten Ke Chunqiu picture, no wonder he was so proud of it, and even had a big banquet to show off to the world.

During the banquet, Tian Junhong vaguely mentioned that his family had a nobleman, which naturally attracted countless fantasies and flattery for a while.

Zhang Ping didn't get into the central circle, but he had a good network of contacts, and everyone gathered around and talked about it.

A colleague of the Demon Execution Captain said: "General Tian got this rotten Ke Chunqiu picture, and its deterrent power has greatly increased since then. There should be fewer monsters around our Suyang City."

Some people also said: "There are benefits to having less. Recently, brothers are almost out of breath, but, this is too little..."

Why can't it be too little?
There is no need to explain this, let's not talk about others, just talk about Zhang Ping, if there are no monsters, how can his blood-breaking knife be improved?

Another person said: "Brother Zhang, your blood-breaking knife is already approaching the limit of a thousand forging, and it won't be long before it can be upgraded to a low-grade magic weapon, right?"

Zhang Ping seemed to have something on his mind, and he was not very cheerful throughout the whole process, but when someone mentioned the blood-breaking knife, his expression softened a little, and he smiled a little: "It's still far behind, ashamed, if compared with the same sect, I'm at the bottom."

When he said that, someone answered immediately: "It's better to be your great disciples. The inheritance is complete, which is really enviable. Like us ordinary visceral refiners, it's hard to get a low-grade magic weapon." Woolen cloth."

As soon as this kind of envious words came out, the chatterbox of the rest of the people immediately opened up, and everyone expressed their yearning for the Seven Star Gate and the like.

The banquet became more and more lively, and I didn't mention it much.

Later, Zhang Ping was called by Tian Junhong, the demon general, to have a conversation. Tian Junhong asked about Zhang Ping's mentorship at Qixingmen.

Zhang Pingdao: "My teacher is Baizhan Dao, Fu Tianyi."

Famous and well-known, at least innate.

Tian Junhong laughed, patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder and said: "Good guy, a disciple of a famous school, he is good at cultivation, if you can advance to Xiantian, this general will protect you as an envoy to eliminate demons!"

The demon emissary was at least the seventh rank, and Zhang Ping immediately straightened his waist slightly, his face showing excitement.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded again, and the heat in the banquet hall was soaring, and the fine snow outside seemed to be two worlds.

Until the snow fell layer by layer, and the night mist filled the air, and it became even deeper.

General Tian's night banquet finally came to an end. Someone was drunk, staggered out of the bustling banquet hall with his shoulders crossed, and stepped into the snow.

"Hehe, it's snowing heavily, brothers, are you still going to the Qunfang Pavilion?"

"Go! Why don't you go?"

The captains who killed the demons were making a fuss and wanted to change the scene, only Zhang Ping didn't go, he said he wanted to go back to practice.

"If you don't say it, it has to be our brother Zhang. With this spirit, why worry about being born? Hahaha!"

It's hard to say whether this is irony or a compliment, but no matter what it is, Zhang Ping just responds with a smile.He has firm beliefs and is not moved by the world.

Colleagues made fun of them, and Zhang Ping returned home.

His family's population is also very simple. There is an old servant who works as a porter, and two young servants who do errands.

After Zhang Ping returned home, he went into the practice room. His innate thoughts stimulated him, and he didn't want to waste a moment.

Pulling out the blood-breaking knife at his waist, although there was no one in front of him, there was a demon in his heart.

The light of the knife exploded, like a blood-colored horse running across the long night, and the candle flames swayed wildly in the four corners of the practice room.

Zhang Ping said: "Kill!"

kill kill kill!

There is nothing that cannot be killed. When he was so young, monsters rushed into his house and devoured all his parents and relatives.At that time, no one came to save them...

No, there are people coming, but they are always one step behind.

With so many people, all 23 members of his family died, and only he was protected by his mother in the water tank, barely escaping with his life.

The snake demon's tail whip came over and broke the mother's spine. Her blood dripped, but she still clung tightly to the mouth of the water tank and 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...revenge!"

Zhang Ping shouted: "Ah!"

The light of the knife raged, and the candle was extinguished.

How is it possible not to take revenge?He wants revenge, he wants to kill all the monsters in the world!
kill kill kill!Everyone can be killed!

He roared: "I'm right, I'm not wrong!"

"I'm just killing demons, and I'm practicing swords just to kill more demons, I'm not wrong—"

In the endless darkness, there seemed to be a sigh, transmitted from a distant time and space.

In Zhang Ping's sight, the last thing he saw was his mother's scolding and gentle eyes.

"Mom, I'm right..."

he murmured.

But is he really right?He wasn't really that sure.

He could no longer pursue the answer, his blood flowed retrogradely while practicing, his heart burst, and he died.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and the loud sound attracted the servants of the family. A servant pushed the door open and yelled in horror: "Master! Come, come quickly, Master is not good!"

The sound was transmitted far away, causing a rustle of vibrations in the soft snow.

In the distance, Song Ciwan turned into Night Breeze, hiding his body and name deeply.

(End of this chapter)