It is said that the story is the best match with wine, and the night is a strong wine, boiling incense.

……

The poisonous chicken soup of Chaduoyu was poured down, and it was digested for half a day at night and at Dragon Day.

The two of them squatted in front of the Nai He tea shop, basking in the sun, bored.

After a long time.

Night Dragon Boat Festival said: "I'll tell you a story." ”

Once upon a time.

There is a bitter man who is bitter in his heart and has nowhere to confide.

I found a Zen master and said, I can't let go of some people and some things. The Zen master said that there is nothing in this world that cannot be let go. The sufferer said that I just couldn't let go. The Zen master said, let it go. The sufferer said that I still can't let go.

"You're fucking!" The Zen master slashed the sufferer to death with a knife, and then smiled at the little apprentice next to him and said, "Look, if you die, you will naturally let it go." ”

Night Dragon Boat Festival looked at Cha Duoyu: "This story is very famous in the underworld, so why should you meddle with it!" Also look at my diary! ”

"Cut!"

Cha Duoyu pouted: "Then I'll tell you a story too." ”

Once upon a time.

There is a scholar who is also very bitter in his heart and has nowhere to confide.

I also found a Zen master and said, "I am often bullied, and I can't straighten my back. The old Zen master smiled and took out a snake. The scholar realized: "Do you want me to be able to bend and stretch like a snake?" ”

The old Zen master replied with a smile: "Whoever bullies you, put this thing in his bed." ”

Cha Duoyu looked at the night Dragon Boat Festival: "This story is also very famous in the world, so, you see, death is not necessarily the best solution to the problem." ”

One meter of sunlight.

Two inches of dust.

The afternoon sun crept over the eaves and finally hid under the distant mountains, the sunset was blood-red and the twilight was heavy.

Cha Duoyu's eyes stared at the cat's ear alley, and in a trance, he seemed to see an old man, a lean and lean old man, under the residual sun, an old man, holding a sword and slashing ghosts.

The hair was already gray, but each sword exploded with the power of the ghosts and gods, and the ghosts and ghosts floating in front of the old man fell one by one.

The sound of sword qi breaking through the wind was endless, and the fallen fierce spirits and ghosts were connected into a string.

The ghosts in the alley were slain.

The old man threw his sword.

The flask at his waist was poured.

Take a sip to your heart's content.

The old man is the grandfather of Cha Duoyu, and at this time, he walked over to Cha Duoyu with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of spoiling.

Cha Duoyu's expression was a little excited, and a little gloomy and sad, and he said to himself: "Grandpa, you are so powerful, naturally you are not afraid of ghosts, but Xiao Yuer can't do it, even the baby ghosts in Rongcheng, Xiao Yu'er can't beat them, is it a shame for you!" But it's really hard, it's going to die. If it were you, and you were sitting in the position of a little fish, what would you choose? ”

A white-haired old man in the unreal.

Swallow the liquor in your mouth.

Hehe smiled.

"If the fear of battle makes your mind lose its temperature."

The old man just threw a sword into the air, falling from the sky, the sword qi locked Cha Duoyu, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his eyebrows: "Then use your own blood to burn away the fear and ignite the mind, we are ghosts and gods, and death is not terrible." ”

"Bang!"

End of the story.

The sword qi that poured into the sky stabbed at the center of Cha Duoyu's eyebrows like a pillar of rain.

The hot sting directly hit the sea of tea and fish's heart.

Pain.

It's just a moment, and the next moment it returns to normal, Cha Duoyu is still squatting at the door of the Nai He tea shop, squatting beside her during the Dragon Boat Festival, there are no ghosts and ghosts in the cat's ears alley, no wild ghosts and fierce spirits, and no her grandfather.

Tengdi stood up suddenly.

Cha Duoyu ran directly to the front of the store, turned around at 360 degrees, and there was indeed nothing, and the remnant sun began to turn black and red, like the last afterglow of a charcoal fire.

Turning his head to look at the night Dragon Boat Festival, he was still squatting on the ground, his eyes were confused.

"What the hell is going on?" Cha Duoyu trembled and raised his right hand and gently put it in the position of the atrium, it was hot!

In the sea of spirits.

Nine lotus flowers bloomed.

The ghosts and gods gave birth to nine lotus flowers in the second realm, and in my impression, even Li Hongye did not reach it, but Cha Duoyu has done it now, and many ghosts and gods broke through the mirror and entered Tianyan when the lotus was born four or five.

Nine lotus flowers, shining, as if there is an endless power of ghosts and gods uninterruptedly supporting Cha Duoyu.

However, in the tea shop, thirteen machine spirits sat in a row on the counter against the wall, and the scholar shook his fan: "What did I say, this gift Xiao Yu'er definitely needs, and it can't be given to her too early, you have to wait for the opportunity." Now it's just right, very good, grandpa's sword intent was given to his granddaughter, and it was natural and tight. ”

The old man of the medicine furnace stroked his beard and shook his head: "Xiao Yu'er, this child, the control of the power of ghosts and gods is still too immature, and the sudden extra supreme sword intent is not necessarily a good thing, and that sword, it is called mending the sky, it is a little fierce!" ”

The sword attendant shook his white and tender little feet: "I will be responsible for the sword matter, and I won't let the sword intent hurt her." ”

Qin Ling frowned: "It doesn't matter if it hurts or not, it doesn't matter, the demonic qi of Rongcheng has covered the sky, she needs to grow up as soon as possible, it must be faster than now, five times, ten times is not too much, we don't have much time." All the ghosts and gods, they don't have much time left. ”

Star Rail came down from the counter on tiptoe: "Then let her go and kill ghosts, the limit is to kill ghosts, today there are eight hundred and six ghosts, and one less is not allowed to go home." ”

That's what the machine spirits decided.

Naturally, she communicated with Cha Duoyu like this, and she didn't hide it, the sword intent was indeed a gift left to her by her grandfather, so she could accept it with confidence. Of course, the pros and cons are also clear with the tea and fish, after all, it is not something that you practice, and if you want to really understand it, you must put a lot of effort into it.

Slaying ghosts is the quickest way to do it.

If it were in normal times, it would be really difficult to find so many ghosts that could practice, but now it's different, the streets are full of ghosts after dark, and it's hard to get out of the way.

Is there a choice between tea and fish?

Yes.

But she didn't want to.

I don't want to think about it.

"Kill the ghost, kill the ghost, whether it is useful or not, whether it is useful for the whole era or not, at least it does not disgrace grandpa, do your best, do your best." Cha Duoyu directly agreed to the request of the machine spirits, and then heard the number set by the star track, "Eight hundred and sixty ghosts!" ”

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Cha Duoyu looked angry, "It is absolutely impossible to complete this quota in one night, it is impossible to kill from evening to dawn, and I am not a fighting machine." ”

Star Rail's answer was: "You are indeed not a fighting machine, but you must constantly adapt yourself to the battle, high-intensity fighting, you have this talent, all the people of the tea family have this talent, you have the blood of the god of war, you are born to fight." ”

"Why do ghosts and gods divide into so many families?"

"Why are you the only one left in the tea family?"

"Because everyone has their own strengths, and the tea family is good at fighting! For hundreds of years, the casualties of tea families have always been the greatest, and future generations have always been the most scarce. ”

"It's not unusual for a generation of single-handed people like you."

"So, although you are a girl, your child, you must have sex tea, this is the rule."