The Heavens Begin with Zhuxian

Chapter 265 Sedum's Dream (Today's subscription is bleak, please subscribe)
At the end of a certain alley, Sedum looked at the weird young man standing in front of him with a look of fear on his face. He wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all, and wanted to walk along the low brick wall. Climb away, only to find that the wall will get higher and higher as I climb the wall.

Of course, there was another thing that frightened him even more. He clearly remembered that he was running towards Yong'an, but when he stepped over the threshold, he came to this alley where he often peed with Mao Mao Biping.

Seeing the figure in white approaching, Sedum felt that his beating heart seemed to jump out of his throat, his little face turned pale with fright, and he sat down on the ground.

Jingtian cried terribly, his pale face was full of tears, if time could be turned back, he would definitely choose to work hard in Yongan, or in other words, he would never call himself a young master in front of this white-clothed ghost who is not afraid of the sun .

At a certain moment, he backed up at the corner of a dark alley, and his tall figure in white blocked the last ray of light from the setting sun.

The trembling Sedum wiped away the tears between his eyes, but the tears still flowed out, he resisted the fear of death, and looked at the pale and handsome face under the shadow.

"Brother Ghost, I actually believe in chance."

"It's a pity that I don't want to give you a chance now, go to hell, little brat."

Hearing the words of the ghost in white, Sedum rolled her eyes to reveal the whites, her body twitched and passed out as it should.

On the one hand, Ye Chao looked at Sedum lying on the ground, clapped his hands, and said to himself: "No one has ever dared to call himself a young master in front of the young master. If you don't teach you a lesson, you are really lawless."

After speaking, he held Sedum's dirty little hand.

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Sedum had three long, long dreams. In the first dream, he dreamed that he had grown up and was fighting a red-haired monster with two horns.In the second dream, he seemed to be the prince of Jiang Guo who had been extinct for more than 1000 years, and he also had a very cute younger sister. He vaguely remembered that he was going to forge a magic sword, but he didn't know why.

The third dream was very clear. The ghost I met in the evening gave me a torn book called "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao", saying that it was a miracle that could make me a generation of heroes. Sen smiled for a long time, that smile was terrible.

In a room where Yong'an is next to the woodshed, Mao Mao put his head on the table and squinted at Sedum lying on the table, a faint snoring sound came from the tip of his nose.

Suddenly, a scream came.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

Mao Mao suddenly woke up, got up and looked along the source of the sound, it turned out that the boss who was unconscious for some reason woke up.

"Boss, are you okay?" Mao Mao walked to the bedside and asked worriedly.

Jing Tian wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I met a ghost, do you think I have something to do?"

Mao Mao looked left and right, and confirmed that there were no ghosts in the room except himself and the boss, shaking his fat face and said: "But boss, there are no ghosts in the room."

"Nonsense, if there were ghosts, you and I would have died long ago and couldn't die anymore. The ghost I'm talking about is the person who was all white during the day, and that person is a ghost!"

Mao Mao thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Boss, he is a good man."

Jing Tianxia kicked Mao Mao angrily, walked to the table, picked up a teapot and drank a few sips of water: "Didn't you hear that Ding Bo said that ghosts who have practiced for thousands of years are the same as humans, you don't even know, you Boss, I was taken to the west alley by him, and I was almost eaten by him."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, looked at Mao Mao and asked, "How did I get back?"

Mao Mao said: "Boss, you forgot, you passed out when you returned to Yong'an, and it was the big brother in white who saved you at that time, otherwise your front teeth will definitely knock on the threshold."

Jing Tian looked at Mao Mao's serious face, and knew that he would never lie to himself. Could it be that the time in West Lane was also a dream?

But at this moment, Mao Mao picked up an ancient book beside his pillow and asked curiously: "Boss, what is this?"

Jing Tian raised his head and saw the same ancient book that appeared in his dream. He ran beside Mao Mao, stretched out his hand and twisted the fat around Mao Mao's waist, and snatched the ancient book after hearing the familiar cry of pain. .

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"It turns out that what is most needed to cast a magic sword is not the daughter of the royal family of Jiang State to sacrifice the sword, but the gathering of powerful ghosts to suppress the evil spirits in the world. This is somewhat similar to the method of casting swords in Shushan. They are the same, except that the latter uses the accumulation of true energy to channel the sword, while the former directly uses the secret method to transform the Yin spirit into a sword spirit." In the upper room of a certain inn in Yuzhou City, Ye Xun lying on the bed Said to himself.

He came to Yuzhou City to find Sedum not to have some relationship with the protagonist, but to need the sword-making method of the magic sword, so in the west alley of Yuzhou City, he awakened the memory of Sedum's previous life and saw the dragon. The method of casting the magic sword in Yang's memory.

Picking up the wine gourd on the table and pouring the last sip of the drunken spring breeze into his mouth, Ye Chao looked at the street under the wooden window where the flow of people was gradually decreasing.

"According to the method of casting swords that I just deduced, I still need a powerful Yin spirit, but I just want to solve the matter of going to Fengdu City, so it shouldn't be difficult to find the Yin spirit."

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Fengdu City in Sichuan is a place that makes people talk about discoloration, because there are many rumors about ghosts and strange things in the city, and there are even more rumors that Fengdu City is connected with Jiuyou, and people's souls will be destroyed after death. Black and white impermanence is bound to enter the ghost world from here.

However, it is recorded in an ancient book in the Shushan Library that because Fengdu City is connected to the ghost world, evil spirits often come out of the ghost world to disturb the human world. Ling, so he built a large city here.

The wide gate of Fengdu City is open, and a blood-red banner with flames is flying on the top of the city wall, but there are no soldiers to defend it. There is no need for soldiers to defend the city.

Ye Chao waited and watched for a while the three large characters Fengducheng engraved on the city gate, touched the hilt of the sword on his waist and walked into the city.

There are many black wooden coffins on the wide street, not like the hustle and bustle of people when entering Yuzhou City, and occasionally seeing one or two figures, those people are also in a hurry.

When a person comes to an unfamiliar city, he naturally needs to find a place where he can eat and stay. If the person likes to drink very much and happens to be drunk, he also needs to find a place where he can drink.

But the problem is that all the inns and wine shops on the street have closed signs. If you want to find a place that is open, you need to ask people for directions, but there is no one on the street, and even if there are people, they will never speak.

Ye Chao touched the empty wine gourd in his hand, and sat on the stone steps in front of a certain wine shop with dazed eyes, dazed.

(End of this chapter)