"I understand, she is too much like a person, she is the kind of person who wants to live life as an ideal, she is actually a person who loves life very much. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yinchen sighed, stroking the gift box, but he didn't open it from beginning to end, as if it was just such a box, as if it was some kind of precious treasure to him.

"Since this is the case, then the concubine will retire, and the sect master should rest early, tomorrow's excitement will also be very tiring. Lin Caiyi bowed deeply after speaking, she didn't want to talk about the recent situation in Blood Yang City, because there was nothing worth saying, everything was fine, unexpectedly good, there was no situation that the Civilization Temple couldn't handle, so naturally there was no need for the sect master to bother.

Yinchen nodded, and was about to arrange a place for Lin Caiyi to live, when he suddenly heard the voice of the ghost Li Ming: "Slow girl, since you are the master's maid, and it happens to be the old man who can help, the old man will not be stingy with that little trick, you honestly explain, did your left shoulder ever be slapped by someone in the Demon Wei Pavilion?

Ghost Liming's voice was very gloomy, but his tone was not gloomy at all, only a calm and indifferent person from outside the world, and his tone was full of indifference to know everything, confidence to control everything, and detachment to see everything. Lin Caiyi's body suddenly froze in place, she raised her eyes, her beautiful pupils were full of surprise, vigilance and fear: "Old man, are you from the Demon Pavilion?"

"Hmph!" Ghost Snorted dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, the left shoulder of the concubine was slapped by someone who had been slapped by the Demon Wei Pavilion, and it was true that it had never been better, but that kind of injury should only be seen by the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, to be precise, only those who have cultivated the 'Revenant Soul Killing Dafa' can see it?"

"The old man said it clearly, since the old man threw himself to the master, there will be no one in the Demon Pavilion, only traitors and monkeys!" ”

Lin Caiyi listened to the words of the ghost, and really didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Yinchen. Yinchen didn't care about her, and said directly to the maid behind him: "Don't be stunned, go and see which medical hall is open, buy a pack of gold needles, the words of the ghost old man are only afraid that they are more accurate than the words of the saint today." ”

The maid received the order, and went out with just a light bow.

And Lin Caiyi finally got rid of the old injury that had been in pain for three years.

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【Showa 8th June 7th ・Mango)

"I have to say that the climate and calendar of the other world are quite weird. "In the morning, before dawn, Yinchen got up, not because he woke up early, but because he was called up by Lin Caiyi.

The words he woke up made Lin Caiyi scratch his head: "What?"

"Mangzhong Festival, shouldn't it be April 16?" Yinchen scratched his hair and itched his scalp, it was time to take a bath.

"That was the calendar thousands of years ago. Lin Caiyi said as she picked up a wooden comb to comb Yinchen's hair: "After the Third Dynasty unified the north and the south, the sun was used as the calendar, instead of the moon as the calendar as before, and it became what it is today. ”

According to the lunar calendar, today is only April 16, okay? It seems that the fault is not the climate, but the people who count the days. "Silver Dust spread his hands, he knew that Gabroyle's magical civilization was just the opposite, it used to use the solar calendar, and then because of the excavation of the ancient Chinese civilization site (the only existing site after the mass extinction), it was improved to become the lunar calendar, as for the reason? That is, there are few stars like the sun in the universe, but there is only one moon around the earth! Other planetary moons, but none of them have this number.

After discussing the calendar, Silver Dust began to care about his hair. When he became an official, he had a grade, and he had to wear a copper crown, although Yinchen didn't like Jianzhou slaves, but looking at the ghost who respectfully brought such a big piece of red copper, Yinchen actually envied the top of Jianzhou's daughters, not for anything else, because that thing was light!

"On such a big copper head, I don't know if it will flatten the brain, and the whole person will be stupid?" Yinchen almost laughed at Lin Caiyi with a casual sentence.

"Young master, it's not good for you to say that, this bronze crown was rewarded by the imperial court, although the imperial court is not worth anything, but the things that the monks of Fahua Temple opened up are not a joke, they are full of inspiration. Most people in the world use these things created by the edict as talismans. As the ghost elder spoke, the bronze crown was handed to Lin Caiyi with both hands, and Lin Caiyi also took it with both hands, so that while carrying the silver dust's hair, he wore the intricate copper crown with silver hair.

Yinchen was speechless, he didn't think that Fahua Temple was worth anything, but it was also the second largest temple in the world. The Hanshan Temple, the first civilization in the world, does not open the light, does not sell incense, does not engage in tourism development, and even most of the mountain gate Buddha realm is never open to the outside world, and is not subject to any property, only accepts donations and fate, and the rest of all the ways to make money do not matter, saying that it is "plundering the power of sentient beings and disturbing the mind of Buddhism" , Qing Xiu is poor, willing to be like a lin, the courtyard wall is dilapidated, the pagoda is ancient, and there is almost nothing new in the temple, but in such a dilapidated big temple, out of one after another to return to the void, relics (Jindan), the golden body (Yuanying) realm of the great masters, the great seniors, and other gods, only look up.

Therefore, the only people in this world who can give light to the treasures are the pompous monks of Fahua Temple. Those monks, although they kept the precepts, never kept the restless heart, and one by one they were distracted, and they also proclaimed themselves some kind of eminent monks. What they opened, Yinchen didn't really care too much, but for such an important day as today, they had to settle for it.

Lin Caiyi was waiting here, and a few maids who were rewarded by the emperor over there also hurried in, to serve, Yinchen actually hadn't reached the point where the meal came to open his mouth to stretch out his hand, and he asked them too much on weekdays, and he didn't even trust them at all, and now that Lin Caiyi was here, he didn't need it too much, so let them dress up first, or wait outside the door. Lin Caiyi grabbed Yinchen's hair, braided them into small braids one by one, and got several of them out after a while, Yinchen looked at himself in the bronze mirror, suddenly stiffened, and asked Lin Caiyi: "Where did you get this style from?"

"Where did something come from. Is this a style that is popular on the street today?" replied Lin Caiyi strangely.

"Not a Soul Sorcerer or some other special style?"

"What is a soul magician? But this ...... It seems to have come from the Demon Pavilion. What's wrong?" Lin Caiyi said truthfully: "Boys and girls are suitable for this, but if they are a little older, they are not suitable, what's wrong?" Lin Caiyi asked, but saw Yinchen indifferent, staring at himself vaguely in the bronze mirror, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while.

"Sister, Yating, the Mangzhong Festival is here, you ......" Yinchen's heart flashed with such words, he didn't say it, and he didn't dare to cry, so he sat sullenly like this, and let Lin Caiyi take care of his whole body before getting up.

Today he put on a silver robe inside, a bright purple burqa on the outside, and the original silver belt was replaced with a black one, and he removed all the ornaments, leaving only the two bracelets on the left and right. The shoes are still silver, with the tail feathers of the gorgeous and flamboyant silver hail snowbird, the whole person does not look as holy and solemn as before, it seems to be a lot more friendly, he turned his head to look at the ghost elder, Lin Caiyi, and other maids and soldiers, all wearing bright and dazzling clothes, looking radiant, after all, it is a big festival comparable to the Mid-Autumn Festival in a year, naturally it should not be lazy, the Southern Empire is only the Dragon Boat Festival, because the thousand-year calendar history here is too shallow, there is no way to cultivate a Qu Yuan, others are thrown into the river and no one commemorates, there is no Qu Yuan, and it is impossible to be related to Hanqing, Cao Xueqin and other gods。

The ghost old man changed into a new dark red tight-fitting robe today, low-key and introverted but much more energetic, no longer the old man who wants to die or live in the real palace, Lin Caiyi is simply dressed like a phoenix today, wearing an orange-red one-piece dress, covered with a goose-yellow transparent gauze skirt, graceful, with a little makeup, but she looks forward to Shenfei, stunning others, she is not much worse than Lin Xuanchen, but more mature charm, in order to show her identity, she naturally coiled up the woman's hairstyle, with a pure gold hairpin, and is also very rich and high-spirited, which is very different from the previous civilian attire。 Yinchen saw that the maids and girls in his manor were all freshly dressed and brightly decorated, whitewashed with hairpin rings, and even wore heads, thinking that it was all because of the solar term of Mangzhong, and it was not theoretical to seize the opportunity to dress up. At this time, a maid came in, saying that there was a troupe of theater outside the street, and asked the master (they didn't dare to call Master Yinchen) if he wanted to order a troupe of dramas to watch. This was originally the rule in the Mangzhong Festival, and large families would set up a troupe to perform a few big plays during the festival. Yinchen is a guy who likes to be quiet, and although his garden is high, he is the only one who can be called the master in the whole garden, and everyone else is a servant to the outside, and the servant can't sit down to watch the play, he can only wait, so Yinchen doesn't want to make such a bad money for himself, so he let the maid send those people away. He was not very interested in the drama of the Southern Empire, after all, in terms of expression, it was much worse than Gabriel's magic theater.

In the huge garden, there are only three core members, and even those guys who have signed the demon contract are also outsiders, who are respected by Silver Dust but don't trust them very much, so they don't prepare from early to dawn like other big families. Yinchen even calmly read the book for an hour before getting up and going out.

As soon as he left, the garden was actually clean, and nothing really related to him was left, as if the master had never lived, cold and bleak, strange and silent, and everything that Silver Dust used himself, or what really belonged to Silver Dust, all entered his arcane space the moment he left. This is the mage's caution, and it is also a manifestation of Silver Dust's insecurity in this other world, whether it is the Golden Sword Gate, the residence of Ten Thousand Sword Hearts, or the True King's Mansion, there is not a single thing left that belongs to Silver Dust. He is like a hurried passer-by in this world, refusing to leave the slightest trace, and from the details of life, it reflects his alienation and even hostility to the whole world.

The ghost old man acted as a housekeeper, Lin Caiyi acted as an attendant, and the three of them were accompanied by twelve forbidden army guards wearing simple robes, all of whom were serious goods with waist cards, and went out very low-key along the way, but when they saw the real king's mansion, hundreds of people rushed out in an uproar, directly blocking the roads on both sides.

"When did that kid Zhao Lingfeng become so domineering? How many times have you told him to keep a low profile!" Yinchen and his party were directly blocked on the middle of the road, and they were surrounded by some small officials and low-ranking nobles in the court who accompanied the last seat, and when they saw the dozens of heavy chainmail forbidden army heavy infantry of the real king Zhao Guangyi, they could only silence in a sneer, standing by the road and waiting, absolutely no one dared to come out and accuse this prince of blocking traffic. Yinchen saw that in the real king's mansion, the hardcover car with shock absorption rumbled out three nos, and it was more than fifty, and the elite level of the secret guards hugged each other, just like the emperor's travel, he felt very strange, it stands to reason that the Zhao family's father and son are not the kind of people who talk about superficial pomp, what is going on this time?

"Ghost Elder, go up and ask, what kind of great god did you invite this time to make it so grand?" Yinchen said unceremoniously, and the petty officials and nobles around him who heard him all silently moved a few steps away from him as if they were hiding from alien monsters, and vacated a three-zhang open space out of thin air, all of them with an expression of "I don't know this fanatic". The old ghost got the order, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and flew up on the spot.

As soon as he moved, the guards of the forbidden army were suddenly confused, and they thought why the assassin had the courage to eat fat to assassinate the prince, and they were taking off the short crossbow on their backs one after another, when they saw that among the most luxurious carts, the door curtain suddenly flashed, and a blood-red figure rose to the sky.

"Ghost name boy, can you give it up!" The figure was in mid-air, and he stretched out a thick arm, and the ghost name fit and made up, the arms of the two were a little bit of each other in the air, and they actually fell to the ground flatly, the blood-red figure suppressed the cultivation, and it seemed that it was only a return to the realm of the void, and the realm of the ghost name was almost the same, when the two of them landed, a gust of wind raged, and the petty officials who were blocking the road around were frightened and scattered, and the master of returning to the void was not something that ordinary people could afford, that was a peerless master.