Feng Xing stood in front of the Tai Chi mirror, silent for a long time, and after admonishing himself several times that this was not an illusion, he said with difficulty, "How can it be ・・・・・・?"

"This is the Henghai, on the edge of Qingguo, calculated by the wheel of time in the world, and this scene suddenly appeared last night when the rooster crowed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Henghai, Qingguo." Feng Xing muttered.

"It has nothing to do with the region," Lao Jun raised his hand to collect the Taiji mirror, tucked it into his sleeve, turned around and walked to the palace gate, and the flowing clouds that often slipped into his sleeves outside the hall were gone, "Rivers and lakes are like this regardless of geographical boundaries." ”

The immortal body that had already been dematerialized and reduced to emptiness was like a hard bone stuck in the throat at this moment, too many tangled thoughts came one after another, Feng Xing pondered for a long time, pulled out the most vivid thought, mixed with a little hesitation, and said slowly, "The spirit of the universe? ”

"Calculate it and get nothing." Lao Jun turned around, and under Feng Xing's eager gaze, he said calmly, "When it comes to skills, who dares to be the leader in heaven and on earth?" ”

When Feng Xing heard this, he showed a confused look for a moment, and then he understood what was going on inside.

Immortal Dao is revered as the lord of the Three Realms, living in the heavenly realm, unifying the Liuhe, and ruling the Quartet, not only because most of the immortals are pure-hearted, have no desire for power, and have no belligerent nature, but also because of their profound cultivation, with the power of one realm to calm the chaos in the world, deter the universe, and ensure the peace of the five elements.

Immortal law, cultivation of the mind is the first, the second is practice, and the cultivation is the last.

There is no distraction, and the immortal law is self-exalted.

Therefore, when it comes to skills, it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad.

But because the immortals are at peace with what they encounter, they will definitely not act recklessly, and the rest of the cultivation realms cannot escape the shackles of the Heavenly Eye, so to speak・・・・・・

Taishang Laojun saw that Fengxing was already transparent, so he sighed faintly, "The time of the day is together, benefiting the common people, the time of the day is angry, and the disaster affects all souls." ”

"In this way, you and I can only let the spirit of the universe do whatever it wants? Isn't there a way to pray for peace? ”

Taishang Laojun met Feng Xing's almost forced gaze, and there was a hint of helplessness on his deep and indifferent face in the past, "Immortals look at people, like birds in a cage, and the universe sees immortals, nothing more than that." Even if it is combined with the power of all beings, in their eyes, I am afraid that it is just a chirping birdsong, which is just funny. ”

Feng Xing stood in shock, his figure fluttering, falling like a candle in the wind.

In the General's Mansion, after Steward Xu, who was over half a hundred years old, explained the chores of the past few days with several close subordinates, and quietly spread out his gorgeous robe in the dark night.

Carrying a paper lantern with a jujube wood handle, it trembled like a bean candle, and the blurred shadows on the soles of his feet shook with it, and he wandered away like a ghost in panic.

Steward Xu tightened his body with his cuffs, carefully guarded against the cold wind, walked quickly through the verandah, through the doorway, and came to a low courtyard.

There are still traces of a broom under the quaint red lacquer door, and through the crack of the door, a finger-wide crack can vaguely see an old woman with gorgeous hair in the courtyard pacing back and forth in the open space.

Steward Xu stood in front of the door for a while, sighed long, pushed open the door with his hand, and stepped into this humble courtyard with his feet, "I'm back." ”

"You're back," the old woman stepped forward, took the lantern, and asked in a low voice after Steward Xu turned around and inserted the latch, "Is the master suspicious?" ”

"No," Steward Xu hoarsely voiced, his straight back paused the moment he stepped into the small courtyard, and his plain and expressionless face also brought aging and exhaustion at this time, "Can someone visit?" ”

"No," replied the old woman briefly, extinguishing the candle in the lantern, leaning her head forward, and glancing cautiously at the low house, "it is always bad to keep it here, and what if we are not prepared to be seen, what shall the lord do to drive us out of the general's palace?" ”

Hmph, if the old man really learns about this, I am afraid that he will not be able to ask God to worship the Buddha and only ask for such a good result as just driving out of the general's mansion, and it is only right that their old husband and wife died here.

Steward Xu turned his head to look at his wife, the unconcealed moonlight flowed down from the top of his head, shining on his wife's silver hair, she was five years younger, but now she looked more like an old man, her drooping eyelids were shining with worry and fear, and her withered hands tightly grasped the belt around his waist, "You have an idea, you can't always stay in the house." ”

"I'll go take a look first," Steward Xu tore off her hand and walked slowly into the house, and his wife's muttering came from behind him, "It's not possible to be enchanted, such an unlucky ・・・・・・ should be kept." ”

On the wooden flow-patterned tabletop, a splendid swaddling cloth was placed, and the slippery satin material shone in the dim candlelight, Steward Xu took the candlestick and put it on the table, and the bark-like old hands trembled slightly and lifted the swaddling corners, and a bruised and blackened immature face came into view, and the round eyes looked at the beams of the room in silence, without a trace of spirit.

Steward Xu was sluggish and fearful, clutching his chest and slamming down on the bench.

Really obsessed?

The stubbornness and impulse of last night still remained in my chest, but now that I think about it, I don't know where the stubbornness comes from, and I have to leave the dead baby in my own half-foot courtyard.

He has been a slave and a servant in the house for nearly ten years, and he knows that the consequences of this move are unpredictable, first, his wife has been infertile for many years, and occasionally has a son, but he gave birth to a stillborn, which damages the face of the general, and secondly, this son has landed ominously, his eyes are wide, and he seems to have a grievance before he is over, and he will go out, not only the old man is not guaranteed, but he was pinched by those historians and doctors who hold the pen, and then he said ・・・・・・that it is definitely not the life of his husband and wife that can be ended.

Could it be that ・・・・・・ really responded to the master's speculation, and there were powerful ghosts in the general's mansion?

In an instant, Steward Xu fell into unprecedented fear, pale step by step climbed up to the wrinkled face, his heart beat like a drum, the palm covering his chest became more and more forceful, staring at the cold dead body on the table in horror, his eyes were split.

"Old man・・・・・・ what's going on・・・・・・ '" His wife's cry came into his ears intermittently from the courtyard, and Steward Xu tried his best to look at the dead baby, but there seemed to be an invisible hand in the void tugging at his heartstrings, making him stare at those eyes.

The eyes of the dead are not distinct from black and white, but the white eyes are on the outer pupils and on the inside, and each occupies its own domain, and there is no reversal or mixture.

But these eyes, chaotic and dark, as if the ink on the rice paper was half dry and not dry, suddenly splashed with water stains, the handwriting was mixed up, blurred, the thick black pupils melted into a miserable white, and the whole eye socket was filled with a gray eyeball, and when you look closely, it seems to be foggy.

That was not the case last night, he dared to swear to God.

Dry firewood burned at the bottom of the stove, crackling from time to time, Aunt Xu put the hot dishes on the wooden table, while pouring water into the pot, absentmindedly muttering about the absurd things done by Steward Xu, suddenly, a sharp and piercing howl penetrated the green tile roof, piercing into the vast night sky, startling Aunt Xu trembling violently, the black lacquered porcelain basin fell to the ground, and the cool well water splashed all over the trouser legs.

Aunt Xu was in a trance for a while, ignoring the broken porcelain pieces on the soles of her feet, and ran towards the hall in a panic.

"Old man, Fang is your ・・・・・・" Before he could see the situation in the house, the words blurted out, and after half a sentence, he stuck in his throat, and looked at Uncle Xu with a confused face with his mouth half open.

On the lacquered lampstand, the white candle wax oil drips into a lotus flower, the dim candle flame flutters faintly, Uncle Xu holds the swaddling clothes tightly in his arms, listens to Aunt Xu's inquiry, slowly turns his head, his eyes are sluggish and unfocused, like a waterwheel in disrepair, one by one.