During this time, the town was cold, with fire flowing in July and clothing in September. It's not yet the season of September, and the people in the town have already added clothes to avoid the cold.

Outside the town, the saying "giving clothes" is unpleasant, because it is homophonic with "shroud", so people prefer to say "Tianyi", and Tianyi is homophonic to "Tianyi", which is a good omen for the prosperity of children and grandchildren.

However, the term "bestowal" is very appropriate in Red Candle Town, where there are few living people in the first place, either geists or walking corpses.

In July and September, the cold atmosphere in the town has been constantly floating on the ground, and it is a sign of the rise of the ancient battlefield ruins in the outside world.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and the people in this town, those who perceive the strangeness are silent, and those who do not perceive the strangeness can only dress one after another to protect themselves from the cold.

After the old shopkeeper walked to sell the lamp shop, he walked all the way down the street, he always kept his head down, and his back was a little bent, as if he was carrying a million souls, and his steps were slow and heavy. Every few years, the old shopkeeper would walk through the street with his back bent, and a small street that was not long walked like a road to the grave, and he was reluctant to finish it for a long time.

In the eyes of the old shopkeeper, these pedestrians are stiff and slow, expressionless, at this time the form is just like the pedestrians see the caravan entering the town, but the pedestrians do not have the charm of those who rush the merchants, but there is a wisp of free breath on the body, this free breath is like the black tobacco beating on the lamp, with every step of the pedestrian, those "black tobacco" It sways gently, in this situation, the posture of the pedestrian is like an inky black paper kite, and the existence form of "pitch-black smoke" is like a thin line pulling the paper kite.

Countless wisps of black qi swayed on the side streets, like the rhizomes of black lotus in cold water swaying in the waves, and as if they were gently entangled by the tentacles of the devil.

These wisps of black smoke that linger on pedestrians come from the bluestone slabs under their feet, from the lines of the formations that spread along the bluestone slabs throughout Red Candle Town, and it is those formations that are constantly rotating that provide the impetus for these pedestrians who should have become rotten bones, giving them "life" in an alternative way.

There are only two people in the town who can control this formation, one is Li Deng, who has been acting as a living formation, and his existence can keep the town's formation running, and the other is the old man Huang Luhuang, this formation was created by him, and when Li Deng was not taken off the throne, he has always been responsible for the operation of this formation, in addition, even the old shopkeeper cannot operate this formation based on the entire town.

This formation can not only maintain the normal operation of the town, its biggest role is to suppress some "things", with the existence of this formation, those "things" buried deep in the ground will not be noticed by anyone, even if the great masters who are proficient in the formation and talisman from the outside world come together, they can't see the slightest clue.

Huang Lu's attainments in formations and talismans are unmatched by few people in the world.

The old shopkeeper's face was grim, just like the cold and lifeless faces of the pedestrians. As a war drummer, he is the key figure in the confrontation between the two armies, and his drum and beat will involve the army's high-spirited or low momentum, and the majestic drum sound that hits the sky bell can stimulate the army's blood and courage, and is related to the final trend of the battlefield. Therefore, his temperament should have been passionate, and it should have been an unrestrained enthusiasm that was integrated with the high-pitched drumming.

But upon entering the town, he became grim and silent, as if a man who had once been impassioned had died all at once, leaving behind a lifeless shell.

After the marching drum was broken by the old shopkeeper, the old shopkeeper's original character seemed to be broken along with the drum surface.

He was once the best drummer of the empire's conquests, beating the drum as a trumpet and wielding millions of soldiers on the battlefield. He sat high in the clouds, and when he beat the drums of war, the battlefield beneath the clouds was like an anthill. The soldiers of the expedition are dense ant points, the sound of the drums is like thunder, covering up the sound of fighting in the battlefield, the sound of swords and swords, he only relies on excellent eyesight to determine the trend of the fight, so as to beat the most inspiring war drums, his grasp of the form of the battlefield is even clearer than those sword and pen generals, especially the ever-changing battle situation, the rhythm of the frequent change of the drum is the most subtle change in the battle situation.

Those generals who are engaged in battles and hold knives and truces can only roughly deploy general tactics and strategies, and estimate the trend of the battlefield, but the forms on the battlefield are changing rapidly, such as the tide rising and falling, and only the best war drummers can do it if they want to control the whole game exquisitely, and the war drummer is like a tinker, mending the most subtle details of the battle, and even turning the tide of the war in a desperate situation.

When the old shopkeeper took over Red Candle Town, he scrutinized and scrutinized the subtleties all the time, and little by little built the whole town into the same as the outside world.

Aside from the fact that this was once a part of the old imperial capital, in fact, it is more about wanting Li Deng to live a normal life, spring flowers and snow moons, there will be no less here outside, except for the lack of chickens and dogs barking in the town, there are some in the outside world, and the old shopkeeper knows that Li Deng will go out of the town one day, so he doesn't want to be out of touch with the outside world when Li Deng walks out of the town.

At the same time, Huang Lu is also doing it, and Mr. Storyteller is also doing it. However, there are differences in the practices of several people, the old shopkeeper focuses on the present, and the two look to the future. A storyteller, a book collection, inadvertently Li Deng has learned a lot about the outside world, and after Li Deng walks out of the town in the future, his eyes will not be black, like a wild man who escapes from the mountains.

As for worrying about Li Deng's situation outside, the old shopkeeper didn't think much about it, after all, he might not see anything about Li Deng's situation outside the town.

He has always only done the things before his death, and when everything is arranged, he will die without regrets.

The old shopkeeper finally walked to the end of the street, and followed the bluestone slabs like snakes to the gate of the town. He stopped in front of the vermilion gate, turned to look at the vermilion gate with copper rings, his eyes moved up, the town gate was towering, the symmetrical pattern was somewhat like the horns of a buffalo, and the red tiles on the top of the door were like the dense scales on the body of a bright red carp, and under the light, it was as dazzling as a blood-red transparent red jade. The buildings of the whole town are depressive colors with a tendency to dark gray, but this one is a town gate with strong ink, and the two pillars that are hugged by two people are painted with bright red paint, no matter how wind and sun, the color of the two pillars has never fallen off, and not even the traces of the mixture have been seen.

Directly above the door, there is a plaque with blue indigo as the bottom and red letters, on which is written the strong font of iron painting and silver hook, red candle town.

After looking at it for a long time, these fonts actually exude some iron-clad momentum.

This plaque is not carved by the man in the wooden workshop, you have to trace back to the roots, this plaque has some origins, but that is the past. The plaque is made of stone, extremely heavy, and its predecessor is the Bafang Boundary Monument.

The so-called Bafang boundary monument is a boundary monument that once stood on the edge of a vast territory.

The emperor sits in the sky, erects eight monuments to bind the eight directions, and dominates the country.

The old shopkeeper looked at this plaque, a little embarrassed, it was buried for seven hundred years, eight boundary monuments should have been four monuments in all directions, a monument placed in the boundless gate, a monument placed in the wilderness, a monument hung high in the sky, a monument buried deep in the nine secluded.

The place where the boundary monument is erected is the land of our country.

The boundaries of the towns where the boundary monuments are located are full of enemy thieves.

After a little reminiscence, the old shopkeeper turned around, his body was straight, and this time he went to the mass grave, and finally he didn't have to bow his waist anymore, although there would be more wandering spirits to die than before.

The old shopkeeper has traveled back and forth between the mass grave and Red Candle Town thousands of times, and only two times he has a clear conscience.

The two times were yesterday and this time today.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyes to look at the red of the mountain, like a maple forest, full of snakes, waiting for birds.

The drums and drums shook all directions, and the warriors of the country were dressed up.

......

In the hinterland of the Seven Star Mountain Range, an old man wearing a thick coat came to the mountain, the old man held a yellowed book in his hand, stood in place and flipped through it casually, and the old man still flipped through the books as fast as ever. The font color on the pages of the book is somewhat unexpected, not in black, but in red.

Generally, there are only three uses for red letters, one is to do formal approval, the so-called Zhu Criticism is this meaning, and then it is the signature of the deceased, and finally it is the talisman, but the general talisman rarely uses the Zhu character, and it is mostly used by some evil talismans. But the book in the old man's hand did not belong to any of the three.

What's even more strange is that the vermilion font on the page of the book after being flipped through by the old man disappeared for no reason, leaving only a blank page glowing with yellow.

The old man walked through the mountains, turning a page every distance he had traveled, and then the font on that page fell off the page as quickly as if he were scattering beans.

After the vermilion font fell at the old man's feet, it began to squirm violently, and then a thin blood-red color surged, and a house dragon with the thickness of a wrist rolled out of the dust.

The red-spotted house dragons all over the mountains were all shaken off from the book by the old man little by little!

In the past few days, the old man has walked all over the last three mountains with books in hand.

Everywhere he passed, there was a shocking red behind him.

When the old man walked to the foot of Tianquan Mountain in the middle, he stopped, and the vermilion font in the book in his hand was gone.

He stopped in front of a shallow stream that had been diverted, threw the blank book in his hand into the stream, and then bent down to pick up a handful of cold water and wash his face.

At this moment, the gurgling stream began to solidify, stopping the momentum of flow, and the water surface was as smooth as a mirror.

The old man seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, and when he withdrew his palm, he couldn't help rubbing it, and then inserted his hands into the sleeves of his coat.

The moment the old man stood up, a transparent blood color floated at the bottom of this "solidified" dark stream, as if a ball of blood had fainted along the dark bottom of the stream.

As the blood gradually surfaced, the icy stream began to boil, and the temperature around it also increased as the stream boiled.

This scene is like a splendid scene of a flame coming out of the water.

Misty white water vapor mixed with wisps of dark red smoke rose up, and at this time the whole river was like a bay of boiling blood, and the bloody breath spread horizontally, and the house dragons hanging on the laurel trees actually slowly swam down the branches as the temperature rose.

Over the years, the vision of snakes has completely deteriorated, and only a few snake species have vision, but most snake species have lost their vision.

Therefore, snakes mainly rely on their sense of smell and precise perception, especially the perception of heat sources, which is extremely sensitive, and it can also use vibration to assist hunting.

Snake controllers in the outside world generally rely on the rhythm of the vibrating beat to control the poisonous snake. Because the dense scales of the snake will cause a slight resonance with the rhythm of the beat, so as to transmit the message, the viper will follow these transmitted instructions to complete many acrobatics.

The snake perceives the smell mainly by spitting letters, and the spitting out hyacinth will bring back the breath of the prey, just like the human sense of smell, so as to judge the type and location of the prey.

The house dragons swam because of the rising temperature and the diffuse smell of blood, as if they had smelled their prey.

At this time, the stream was already boiling, and blood-colored bubbles floated from the bottom of the stream, competing to burst. When each blood-colored bubble bursts, a wisp of pitch-black aura escapes outward, and before long, a large cloud of pitch-black smoke gathers on top of the blood.

The old man looked at the black smoke like a cumulonimbus cloud with a smile, and suddenly said angrily: "Do you deserve to die if you are abetting?!"

After a while, the surface of the stream stopped boiling, and after the water vapor mixed with the blood and gas dissipated, the color of the stream was still red, like a river of blood.

The old man then stretched out his hand in the sleeve, the old man twisted a ball of blood-colored thread in his hand, he gently waved his hand and threw the blood-colored thread ball in his hand into the stream, and the blood-colored thread ball entered the "water" and slowly spread out.

After the line enters the water, it actually wriggles, like a tiny bright red earthworm, and after a while, it spreads a cumbersome line, like a dense blood vessel that has been stripped of the cortex. In an instant, the crimson "stream" flowed towards the lines that spread out on the surface, and at this time, the stretched lines were like a whirlpool, pulling the water at both ends to converge towards the lines.

The old man let the blood-colored stream flow backwards, and after doing this, he found a bluestone not far from the stream and sat down, waiting for the result slowly.

As the surface of the stream became strange again, the house dragons cruising along the laurel branches fell silent again at this moment, and they all "looked" at the stream, and the snake letter kept swallowing, like worship and warning.

In their perception, there seemed to be a kind of pressure from the blood that was bubbling out of the stream, it was the awakening breath of the behemoth.

When a dull rolling stone suddenly sounded in the heart of the mountain range, the sound of rolling stones seemed to come out through some kind of thick barrier, like a ground ox turning over. The stream twisted under the traction of the lines, and then several other mountains with heavenly characters swayed gently.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will find that the originally gurgling river seems to have been wiped out by the immortals, leaving only a gap of dozens of zhang that resembles the trend of the river.

The stream that passed through the Four Heavenly Mountains and diverted outside the mountain range to merge into a certain great desecration disappeared out of thin air!

The old man got up from the bluestone and smiled.

In front of the old man, a man dressed in broken red silk came to the old man's side and knelt on one knee, "Senior, we meet again after hundreds of years. ”

......

Beyond the mountains, at the foot of the towering mountains, a river that had been flowing quietly for hundreds of years suddenly stopped, but at the foot of the mountains there was more than one diversion river, and even if it was a stream, it would not affect the flow of the Dadu tributary in the slightest, but the gloomy atmosphere flowing in the Dadu tributary disappeared with the interruption of the stream.

The Dadu tributary roars along the wide river, and after flowing for more than 120 miles, it will flow through a small Taoist temple, which is located on the bank of the Dadu tributary.

At this time, there is a group of Taoists standing on the bank of the Great Blasphemy, among which there is an old Taoist wearing a silver Taoist robe closest to the bank of the Great Desecration, the old Taoist has white hair like autumn frost falling all over his head, and the silver Taoist robe on his body outlines the old tree's hair-like disordered "branches" Lines, he gently stretched out his palm, the rushing water suddenly stopped, the next moment, the water of the great desecration showed the dragon drawing water-like scene, a stream of water like a water dragon broke free from the shackles of the desecration, towards the white-haired old Taoist soared away, the water flow was as agile as a dragon like a snake, gently wrapped around the wrist of the old Taoist, around the wrist three turns, and plunged into the big desecration.

The old Taoist withdrew his palm, his face was slightly surprised, and he said softly: "That Wuwang River no longer exists, I think it was someone who unlocked it and released that beast." ”

Someone behind him asked in a panic, "What about the tens of thousands of Yin Beast Spirits in the river?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Wiped out." ”

Everyone behind him was shocked, "Is it the drummer of the war of the dead country?" I have long heard that the old horseman is not below his predecessors in Lei Fa's attainments, and he wants to wipe out the Yin Yun Beast Spirit in the House King Hanoi in a short period of time, and he can't get it unless Lei Fa!"

The old Taoist glanced at the blasphemy and said: "The old Dao did not perceive the slightest hint of the thunder law from the blasphemy, a stream that runs through the four mountains, plus the water flow is the best carrying container and running medium of the thunder method, if the thunder method is used to obliterate the Yin Beast Spirit, it is impossible to have no traces of the thunder law." ”

The Daoists behind him all frowned, obviously a little incredulous at this sudden change.

The first reaction at the moment was that Red Candle Town, which had been firmly controlled by them for so many years, might be about to change.

After a long time, the frost-haired old Taoist turned around slightly, "I'll accompany you to Red Candle Town." ”

This old Taoist didn't care about the changes in Red Candle Town at all, what he really cared about was his precious apprentice.

Of course, there are still some important things to explain to Wen Yu when he enters the mountain this time.

It is an extremely important link in the transmission of the Moray view.