Outside the north gate, there was a desolation, and a group of ghosts and witches faced the bones of the brothers who had been born and died with them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I thought that I would have no worries when I escaped from this door of life, who would have thought that the disciple of Yaoshan who was killed by heaven would be so insidious and actually do such a trick!

Qing Zhu reached the ground with his knees, picked up a broken skull on the ground, and cried out in his heart: "Brother-Qing Zhu will definitely avenge you! Even if the ghost clan is unable to compete with Yaoshan, my younger brother will also visit the hidden immortals in the world, and one day, if you succeed in cultivation, you will make that Yaoshan pay the price for your death!"

An old man's eyes were red, he glanced at Qingzhu, and sighed: "Yaoshan is a land of immortals, even if you succeed in learning, I am afraid that this resentment can only be swallowed alone." ”

"I'm unwilling!" Qingzhu said angrily: "What about the immortal land?

The old man muttered, "Immortals can choose to be reasonable or unreasonable, but we don't have a choice. Child, bear with me. The Great Witch God once said that there is no uncontrollable soul in this world, the difference is only the level of ability, the difference in heart, and the strength of will. In the era of the end of the law, what bloodline, divine soul, talent, all these destined things will become weaker and weaker, stick to your Dao, correct your Dao, as long as you understand, to change what you see, you must first change your own posture of seeing the world. ”

"Uncle Nine, I-what should I do?"

"If you want to find the hidden immortals in the world, how can it be so easy?" the old man pondered: "If it weren't for the battle of sealing the Xuan 10,000 years ago, that human demon Duan Xing must be a good choice. Unfortunately, I heard that he had died in battle. ”

Qing Zhu was puzzled: "Duan Xing?"

Qing Zhu suddenly remembered that he had seen two old men of the God Realm in Nancheng earlier, the old man of the elf clan he recognized, and the general said that it was Bo Bai, if he killed him, the Xuantian Great Array would be paralyzed. It's not important, what matters is what Na Bobai said to the old man in front of him, which he can't forget.

"Hmph-who can stop what I want to do? If it weren't for the fact that this realm couldn't be improved, how could I think of these obscene things?"

Bo Bai said: "Senior brother is too anxious, you and I are demons, no matter what means you use, senior brother will naturally not stop you." But this is the difficulty of the Xuantian Clan, you must always do your best, even if it is not for Yun Ling, but also for the people of this city. It's not impossible to make a deal with the ghost clan, but is it just -- can the ghost clan people be trusted? If you say that you are suspicious, the senior brother is naturally inferior to you, but if you understand the soul of the hundred clans, I am afraid that the junior brother will not be able to do without me. Look at these ghost clans, how can they still look like they were 10,000 years ago? If you can't beat them, how can these people help you fulfill your wishes?"

Bo Bai shook his head again and said: "Even if the immortal enters the Phantom Island, he can't be unconscious, not to mention that he has to face the Khan Zhuo Sword Forest that may appear at any time? But the senior brother who controls the situation agrees, if the underworld is isolated by the hundred clans, or if the sword forest is weak, it will naturally be of great help to your trip to the underworld. ”

"Who?!" Duan Xing turned his head abruptly and looked towards his hiding place. was so frightened that Qing Zhu was at a loss for a while, but because Qing Chi had almost exhausted the power of his soul and lost most of his life, he could be regarded as having deceived Duan Xing. It's just that Qingchi has lost all his combat power because of this, and he has to rely on his younger brother to protect him. He followed the general from the south city to the north city to save the emergency, because he had to be distracted to take care of his brother, and he never achieved results. It is that the seals of merit on the arms are all saved when they were in Nancheng.

Thinking of this, Qing Zhu had already forgotten about Duan Xing's affairs, gritted his teeth, and wanted to peel off the mark on his arm with his soul, he endured severe pain, in fact, his heart was happy, and he wanted to give his credit to his brother.

The old man said angrily: "Silly boy, your brother is dead, let him rest assured." Collect his mark, and he didn't die in vain!"

"But—"

"No, but this is a war, think about the life and death that those ordinary people face, what is your pain? If the ghost clan is really strong, there is no need to start this war. On the surface, it is to cooperate with the underworld, but where is this cooperation? It is obviously preconceived. ”

"Uncle Jiu, I don't know how to explain to my sister-in-law. ”

"Collect his bones, give them to the general, and ask him to ask the hall master to reshape a body for him, with the soul weaver here, it is not difficult for you to have another brother. ”

"It's different, that's not my brother!"

"In your sister-in-law's eyes, he is your brother. Instead of letting him live in her heart, let him live in her life. ”

"Uncle Nine-" Qing Zhu's tears fell, and he said sadly: "Qing Zhu understands your mind. ”

The old man took out a palm-sized porcelain urn from his bosom and reached out to hand it to Qing Zhu, who held the space vessel with both hands.

This space urn was carried by Uncle Jiu, and he kept saying that the battlefield is ruthless, but brothers are affectionate. He always collects the bones of the ghosts and witches who died in battle, but this time, he didn't do it himself. There is no more suitable person than those who are close to you.

The old man turned to leave, and said to the sky with both hands as he walked: "The way of heaven is incomplete, life is a bitter separation, and death is a pleasure!Go, may the immortals bless, no matter what kind of creature is reincarnated, no matter what natural disasters are, I hope to avoid man-made disasters! or brothers or siblings, let's see you in the next life!" After speaking, his sleeves waved and he sprinkled away.

Uncle Nine is uninhibited, always so casual, even in the face of the breath of heaven in the underworld, he always doesn't care too much. In Qingzhu's eyes, although Uncle Nine is not a god, he is already like a god, and he is like the most free god between heaven and earth. Uncle Nine once said that if you don't give up, you can't be sad, and this big house is afraid that in his eyes, you will lose your siblings. Uncle Nine also said that if you don't like it, you can get it freely.

Uncle Nine has gained his great freedom, but what about Qingzhu? Thinking about Qingchi, who grew up with him, he is sad from his heart.

Qingzhu heard Uncle Jiu say that there is a Burning Soul Mountain south of the Ghost Banquet, and there is a kind of herb on the mountain called Wound Grass. This herb is a miracle, since ancient times, there were ghosts and immortals in the Burning Soul Mountain abandoned the flesh and ascended, the immortal power of the flesh slowly eroded the Burning Soul Mountain, and later, a pharmacist found that this mountain was full of wound grass.

Uncle Nine said that the immortal was originally a sentient immortal, and most of the sentient immortals suffered from themselves, and they practiced in the mountains for tens of thousands of years, not thinking about the world, and only living on memories. Qing Zhu couldn't understand that for such a long time, didn't that person eat or drink? Uncle Nine didn't give him an answer, he finally thought that Uncle Nine also knew what it was, but didn't know why.

Later, he learned about the function of the wounded herb. With just a little powder, when inhaled, it can make people fall into the sadness of the past. If you inhale too much, you will not wake up again and die from your memories.

Uncle Nine said that some ghost merchants dried and ground the wounded grass into powder and sold it to those big families. Whoever dies, if the relatives can't cry out, this injury grass will have a place.

Uncle Nine said, "Those who are stunned and unawake know how to be sad?" Those are people who are most affectionate and sexual, and most of them are flesh and blood; how can those who see through the red dust be sad? Those people's state of mind is no different from that of cultivators; and those who are unsentimental have cold hearts, so where do their tears come from? Therefore, there are only these three kinds of people who are faced with the sad grass. And among these three kinds of people, only the third type is numerous.

So, when a widow cried without tears, the pharmacist sent the wound herb, saying: Smell the wound powder and never forget the kindness of the husband and wife;

When he heard that the temple master's father had died, the crazy medicine merchant heard that the temple master had grown up under his father's violence, so he rushed to send the wound herb and said: "The wound powder is a messenger, in the next life, you are the father and he is the son!

When Uncle Nine spoke about the first two paragraphs, he was very serious, and when he talked about the last paragraph, he couldn't help laughing after all. Qingzhu suddenly realized that Uncle Nine was lying to himself. Uncle Nine can always find many wonderful things in the mundane, and those things feel familiar and strange to him. Because of this, Uncle Nine has become the person the general cares about the most. Otherwise, how could he and Qing Chi escape from the door of death first? In Qing Zhu's opinion, it was not that Uncle Jiu could speak well, but because he could see what ordinary people could not see.

Before entering Xuantian City, Uncle Nine told the general that this battle was hopeless. He didn't understand why the general, who had always listened to Uncle Jiu, would turn a deaf ear to his words.

Now that he understands, he understands that the thoughts of Uncle Nine and the Great General are not something he can understand, and he doesn't want to figure it out. He silently and carefully put away his brother's bones, so meticulous that he could distinguish even a little crumb. His understanding of Qingchi can be described as a bone, when his brother wanted to fart when he was a child, he could expect it and chose to escape first.

How many people can he Qingzhu know so well in this life? He doesn't know, he only knows that tears wet the bones in the urn, and his brother's voice faintly came from the urn: "Silly boy, don't cry! I can't live in front of you, but I can live in your heart, this--that's enough......"