Folk custom: At the beginning of the wedding, the bride takes off her painted skin

Chapter 64: The wick is turbid [please read]

"The wick is dirty."

"The wick is dirty?"

Fang Jie asked rhetorically.

Master Zhang nodded, "It's just the rushes used to light oil lamps. That stuff originally grew in the Frost and Snow Plains, but now it's all turned into turbid wicks."

"It's easy to deal with. They are the simplest calamities, but they can't withstand the large amount. If they form a large circle and rush in, even a seventh-rate grain eater might not be able to get out."

"But if we don't go through the Frost and Snow Plains, we have to take a detour. The detour will take nearly ten days more. It's not worth it and it's too dangerous."

Li Daoxuan nodded after hearing this, "Brother Zhang, have you been to that ghost market?"

"No, I was originally going to take a look, but when I got close to it, I realized that they were all occupied by wicks."

Master Zhang looked at Li Daoxuan and said: "It stands to reason that when the secular world recovers, a ghost market will appear, so I wanted to take a look, but I don't know if the ghost market is still there."

Fang Jie also set his sights on Li Daoxuan.

He only knew that Li Daoxuan was going there, but he didn't know the specific reason for going there.

"Okay, then I'll think about it. Thank you, Brother Zhang."

"It's okay, we are all our own people, no need to be polite."

The three of them talked for a while, and the sky gradually became brighter. Master Zhang also stood up with the basket on his back, "It's time to say goodbye. Be careful, we are destined to meet again in this world."

Li Daoxuan and the other two stood up to see the guests off, "Goodbye in this world."

After saying that, the sugar sculptor who played the candy man just carried the basket and headed south in the direction of Tema City, still humming an unknown tune.

"When I met this person, I seemed to feel that this world is not as cold as I imagined."

"It's never cold."

Li Dao

"Row."

Fang Jie had no idea and hurried on listening to Li Daoxuan's words.

After saying that, the two of them picked up their bags and set out on their way north again.

More than a day passed in the blink of an eye. After killing two imps, the two finally walked out of a mountain col.

In front of them was an endless plain, with no mountains in sight.

"This is the Frost and Snow Plains."

Fang Jie put away the Kanyu map in his hand and took out a sickle-shaped utensil, which was also not popular.

"I haven't seen the wick of the lamp that Master Zhang mentioned is dirty either."

Fang Jie walked forward as he spoke, but when he moved... the entire plain seemed to come alive. The rushes that had originally collapsed on the ground straightened up and made terrifying sounds.

On the ground, there is no way.

Fang Jie was also frightened by this horrific scene and took a few steps back, dumbfounded.

"Damn me."

Everything that can be seen is covered with continuous wick turbidity. Although this is the lowest level of calamity, even a random ninth-rate grain eater can deal with it.

But I can't beat the amount of others.

As Fang Jie retreated and left the scope of the Frost and Snow Plains, the originally noisy lamp wicks lay down softly and turbidly, with no trace of anything out of the ordinary.

The entire plain became quiet and peaceful again.

"Try using [dirt water]."

Li Daoxuan, who was always observing, said.

Fang Jie said "Hmm", and as soon as he thought about it, there were water droplets falling from the cloudy sky above the pile of lamp wicks not far in front of him.

It's like burning, but also like corrosion.

Water droplets fell on those wicks, which suddenly stopped moving and fell to the ground, turning into yellow-white wicks.

A large open space also appeared in front of me.

Li Daoxuan walked in without any scruples, stretched out his pale hands to pick up the wicks from the ground, but as he lowered his head, he saw a steady stream of new rushes sprouting from the ground.

The wick of the lamp is turbid and cannot be killed completely. It can only be controlled temporarily.

After picking up a small handful of wicks, Li Daoxuan returned. "It's okay if you want to go over. I'll open the way in front and you can follow behind. But it will be difficult because the plain is too wide. If I run out of energy and encounter another calamity, it will be difficult to deal with it."

Fang Jie was a little worried after hearing this, "Brother Li, can you ask me what you want to do in this ghost market?"

Li Daoxuan pondered for a long time and said, "My father may be there."

When Li Peishan was mentioned, Li Daoxuan didn't know how to feel. He said yes, but it sounded a bit like a father and a son.

It's hard to say, but the longer Li Daoxuan stays in this world, the more people he has experienced and seen, the more he understands.

Li Peishan could leave such a precious foundation to him before leaving.

It's not bad at all.

It was because of such a complicated mentality that Li Daoxuan wanted to see him again.

Fang Jie, who had been thinking a lot, was silent for a moment after hearing this answer, and said, "Let's go, see if there is another way, let's go in and have a look."

Perhaps it was because he had lacked his father's love since he was a child, so he always had good intentions towards such feelings.

"Ah."

While Li Daoxuan was speaking, he had already taken out the monocle from his arms and put it on, and then white clouds flashed across his eyes, the sky and the earth were pale, and only bright red remained in the black and white.

But soon, he discovered something and dismissed the common techniques.

"Bring the Kanyu map."

The square section was unfolded, and Li Daoxuan looked along the place he had just discovered. On the Kan map, a small black line was drawn there.

It's a river.

"If you go this way, along the river, you might be able to enter Huaiyin Mountain. The wicks there are much less polluted."

Through the art of looking at Qi, Li Daoxuan just discovered that the blood in this direction was much lighter.

This shows that the wicks here are turbid and rarer in comparison.

"it is good."

Then the two of them did not go into the plains filled with tribulations, but walked along the mountains for a long time, and finally saw a large river winding on the flat ground.

Compared with the ground, the wick turbidity in this river is indeed much less.

Although there are some, most of them grow in the mud of the tidal flats and are not found in the water.

"Walk."

After determining the route, Li Daoxuan came down from the mountain in a few steps and jumped directly into the river.

The river on the plain was very shallow, and the water only reached up to his calves. His jump scared away the swimming fish next to him.

There were also some revived Deng Wick Zhuo, but not many. Only the Deng Xinzhuo along both sides of the river sensed his presence.

"It's safe, come down."

Fang Jie then jumped down from the mountain.

The two of them just walked along the river, one step at a time, towards the Huaiyin Mountain in front of them. The river was cold and they walked for about half an hour. When they could already see the outline of Huaiyin Mountain, they walked behind. Jie finally spoke while trembling.

"Li...Brother Li, why do I feel so cold?"

"Ok?"

Li Daoxuan, who had no scruples, looked back and saw that Fang Jie's face was pale, his lips had no color at all, and he was standing on the water, shivering.

This water...is weird!
Li Daoxuan originally just felt that the river water was a little cooler, but he never thought that the damage to Fang Jie would be so great.

"Why did you say it now!"

Li Dao

"Come here and take a rest first."

Li Daoxuan had strong Qi and blood, so he was naturally unaware of it, but Fang Jie was different. As an ordinary grain eater, he couldn't resist the weirdness of the river.

After taking Fang Jie over, Li Daoxuan came to the river. After a moment's hesitation, he cut his finger and dripped blood on the water.

In an instant.

On the originally calm water surface, there seemed to be countless densely packed insects, with a drop of blood as the center, retreating crazily in all directions.

　Seeking for reading, new book issue, everything for reading!I am responsible for writing the book well and telling this story of three religions, nine streams, five elements and eight works. As for the results, I leave it to you!

　　Monthly votes are equally important as recommendation votes. They can help improve the ranking of new books. We ask for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)