The afternoon sun shines on the courtyard, warm and comfortable.

Su Yi sat in a bamboo chair and was tying up a cluster of verdant wicker.

The grounds have been thoroughly cleaned and are spacious and clean.

Hu Quan also carefully added bedding and washing items, and repaired the vegetable furrow and rattan trellis.

Wu Guangbin and three other doctors have returned to Xinghuang Medical Center for consultation.

On the contrary, it was Su Yi, the shopkeeper, who was idle.

"Brother Su, what is this rooster for?"

Not far away, Huang Qianjun was boredly teasing a rooster that he had just bought.

This bird is extremely fierce, with sharp claws and pointed beak, walking like the wind, and crying loudly.

Huang Qianjun brought more than a dozen servants together and dug almost three feet into the ground in the city market before he found such a majestic and high-spirited rooster.

"Killed, bloodletting. ”

Su Yi commanded casually.

After today's events, he suddenly found that it is not bad to have a chores around him, which can save great time and energy.

"Okay. ”

Huang Qianjun took out a short knife from his waist and began to get busy.

It didn't take long to bring a bowl of bright red chicken blood to Su Yi's side.

"Alright, it's none of your business, you can go home. ”

Su Yi picked up a bundle of wicker that had been tied up, and soaked the willow tips in the chicken blood bowl little by little, and the green leaves and scarlet blood were soaked together, which was particularly eye-catching.

Huang Qianjun hesitated and said: "Brother Su, in my opinion, all the people who served Wen Changqing in the Xinghuang Medical Hall have been driven away by you, if Wen Changqing knows, he will definitely not give up, do you want me to find my father to warn Wen Changqing?"

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "If you have the heart, go and ask me who is the best at casting blades in Guangling City." ”

Huang Qianjun's spirit perked up, and he said: "Brother Su, this matter is too easy to do, my Huang family has a monopoly on the refining business in the city, and there are more than thirty refining masters alone!

Only then did Su Yi react, the three major clans in Guangling City, the Wen family monopolized the herb business, the Li family monopolized the grain business, and the Huang family monopolized the refining business.

"I'm going to forge a sword. Su Yi said.

Huang Qianjun suddenly smiled and said: "Casting a sword? Then go to Wang Tianyang, Wang Lao's way of refining swords can be called a unique in Guangling City, and many outsiders have come here just to ask for a good sword from Wang Lao." ”

Su Yi nodded and said, "You come here early tomorrow morning and take me to meet him." ”

Huang Qianjun happily agreed, and said, "Brother Su, is there anything else?"

In terms of doing things for Su Yi, he is simply enthusiastic to the extreme.

"Come home. ”

Su Yi waved his hand.

"Brother Su, then I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Huang Qianjun saluted and left.

He is very knowledgeable, and if he keeps sticking to Su Yi's side, he will also annoy the other party.

Just like when he used to go to visit the Qinglou, the most annoying thing was the servants sent to him by his father......

After soaking the bundled wicker in the blood of the rooster, Su Yi picked up another knife and chopped it on a three-foot green peach tree.

As the fine pieces of wood peeled off, soon a mahogany sword took shape.

Then, Su Yi got up from the bamboo chair, held the peach wood sword in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Just wait for tonight. ”

Su Yi waved the mahogany sword casually, and glanced at the green and green wicker soaked in the blood of the rooster.

His gaze then shifted to the old locust tree not far from the courtyard. The locust one, the ghost of the wood!

This tree is yin, and it is most likely to attract ghosts and evil spirits to parasitize on it.

And the pattern of this courtyard is bad on the side of the locust tree, there is a well, and the underground evil air is surging, which will only make this courtyard turn into a "murderous house" in the eyes of ordinary people.

"The well had clearly been sealed, and it seemed that someone had noticed something was wrong with the well. ”

"But no one told me about these ......"

Su Yi was thoughtful.

......

Wenjia.

Wen Changqing's residence.

"Father, as soon as I got the news, Su Yi's bastard only took over the business of Xinghuang Medical Center on the first day, and he kicked out all the subordinates in our family, isn't this a slap in the face of our family?"

Wen Xie Yuan said angrily.

He is the son of Wen Changqing, nineteen years old, strong in blood, and has the cultivation of moving the blood realm to the point of "refining meat", and in half a year, he will go to the Qinghe Sword Mansion to practice.

"I didn't expect this shit to be so ruthless. ”

Wen Changqing's brows furrowed and said, "Where is he now?"

Wen Jieyuan said: "It is said that it is the murderous mansion that settled behind the Xinghuang Medical Hall. ”

"Huh?"

Wen Changqing's eyes flushed with different colors, and his frowning brows also relaxed, and said, "If that's the case, we don't have to do it at all, then I'm afraid the waste won't survive tonight!"

"Why is this?" Wen Xie Yuan was stunned.

Wen Changqing recalled: "Nine years ago, there was a tragedy in that murder house, and one of the doctors and two medicine disciples who lived in it all died mysteriously overnight. ”

"This incident has caused a lot of uproar in the city, and it has also seriously affected the business of our Xinghuang Medical Center. ”

"I spent a lot of money and asked someone to hire a well-known Taoist priest. ”

"This person's name is Wu Ruoqiu, and when he entered the murderous house, he said that there was a vicious ghost attached to the well next to the old locust tree!"

"According to Daoist Wu, unless you have a grandmaster-level cultivation, no one can descend to that ghost thing!"

Hearing this, Wen Xie Yuan was shocked and said, "What happened later?"

Wen Changqing said: "Daoist Wu asked me to forge a batch of chains, and sealed that well with the secret technique of Qimen, saying that as long as the living people do not live in that courtyard, that ghost thing will not appear again." ”

When Wen Jieyuan heard this, he suddenly understood, "So, as long as Su Yi lives in that murderous mansion tonight, he will definitely die?"

Wen Changqing laughed, "It should be so, in the past year, I have never understood why the old lady had to marry this Su Yi." But no matter what, if Su Yi dies like this, it will be a good thing for our Wen family. ”

Wen Xie Yuan nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, now that Cousin Lingzhao is about to become a 'Grandmaster Disciple', how can this kind of identity be matched by Su Yi's waste? As long as he dies, it will also be a good thing for Cousin Lingzhao." ”

Wen Changqing's expression suddenly became serious, and said: "This matter must not be disclosed to other people, otherwise let others know, we know that there is a problem with the murderous house, and if we don't remind Su Yi, we will inevitably be affected by some involvement." ”

Wen Xie Yuan smiled and agreed, "I understand, this is to make him die by himself, do you really think that Xinghuang Medical Hall is so easy to get? Speaking of which, it should be his mother-in-law Qin Jing who killed him Su Yi." ”

Wen Changqing scolded: "Don't be presumptuous, that's your third uncle, it's Lingzhao's mother, remember to be respectful in the future!"

Wen Jieyuan nodded disappreciatively.

Night is falling.

After a busy day, the Xinghuang Medical Center has closed.

In the courtyard, Su Yi sat alone in the room, breathing and meditating, his body of qi and blood flowing around his body, constantly kneading the fascia of his body.

This is the method of spitting at the third level of "refining tendons" in the Blood Realm.

The so-called refining of tendons is to use qi and blood to quench the fascia of the body, making it as tough as a bowstring and soft as cotton wool, so that the body becomes as flexible as a tanuki.

The so-called rises like an arrow, falls like the wind, moves like a raccoon, and can do actions that are difficult for ordinary people to do.

The core of all this is on "refining tendons".

After the fascia is tempered, the strength of the body will also skyrocket.

In terms of cultivating in the Blood Moving Realm, it has been recognized since ancient times that "it is easy to refine skin and flesh, but it is difficult to refine muscles and bones", and when you start refining your muscles, it is equivalent to cultivating to the later stage of the Blood Moving Realm.

After a long time, Su Yi got up from meditation and drank the prepared cup of ginseng tea, feeling the boiling power of the whole body, and he couldn't help but look forward to tonight's actions.

Since his reincarnation, he has not really fought in the true sense of the word.

Who would have thought that the first opponent could be a ghost?

Next, Su Yi picked up the bundled wicker and peach wood sword, walked out of the room, moved a bamboo chair, and sat casually in front of the stone steps.

The bundle of wicker had been soaked in the blood of the rooster for several hours, and the green willow leaves and branches had faintly glowed with a faint blood, and they were held in their hands like a soft whip.

The peach wood sword was leaned on the side of the bamboo chair by Su Yi.

When he really needs to use his sword, it means that he needs to use his real character.

"If you change to other blood realms, even if you encounter ordinary ghosts, I'm afraid you won't be an opponent. However, I had a fight with the Ximing Ghost Emperor in my previous life, and he was willing to gamble and lose, so he obediently gave me a [Ten Directions Shura Sutra], which is said to be the supreme Tao Sutra in the eyes of the ghost cultivator......"

Su Yi sat there, and couldn't help but think like a fly.

The night breeze was blowing, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

It was close to the early hours of the morning, and the lights on the streets of Guangling City had been extinguished one after another, and the darkness was like a tide, flooding the earth.

The whole city seemed to have subsided from the bustle and fell asleep, except for the occasional barking of dogs in the distance.

Tonight, the sky is thick with dark clouds, obscuring the starlight.

In the courtyard where Su Yi was, only a candle in the room was flickering, and through the window paper, it looked dim and dim.

Holding a wicker in his hand, he sat quietly in the darkness of the night, not in a hurry, indifferently and quietly.

Only in that pair of eyes, there is a little bit of expectation permeating.

Suddenly, on the old locust tree in the courtyard, the branches swayed, and the leaves rattled, like a burst of whispering in the night.

On one side of the ancient well, the rusty chains on the manhole cover are like awakened snakes, rubbing and wriggling with each other, making a sound like the neighing of night owls, which makes people's teeth ache.

The air suddenly became cold, like a cold snap in the middle of winter, piercing the bone marrow.

Call~

On the ground, as soon as the leaves of the locust tree fell, they were swept up by a gust of wind, flying in the night like ink, like countless shadows dancing wildly.

Su Yi's cyan robe was blown by the wind and hunted.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

When a gust of wind blew in the fallen leaves, he finally moved.

The right arm is raised, and the wrist is shaken.

A bundle of soft wicker with a faint blood-colored sheen suddenly straightened and whipped down in the void.

Syllable!

Crisp as thunder, exploding in the night.

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