"Xianggong, paper money... Burn paper money for me..."

In her sleep, Ning Hou's voice was like an ethereal song in the distance, ethereal.

"Got it, I brought a lot."

Bai Yan said in his dream.

However, he woke up after saying this.

It was supposed to be a nightmare, but he wasn't afraid...

Because of the "ghost blood", there is a barrier between him and the world, except for the people who have lived together all the year round, he will feel a little familiar.

He thought that maybe it would be enough to keep going on until the day of death.

At this point... The glaciers froze, and the mountains and mountains were dyed with snow.

The sky is thousands of miles, and all paths are covered.

It was a snowfall that had never been seen before.

There has never been such a big snow in Shudi...

When Bai Yan walked to Ningjia Village, the old people at the entrance of the village were chatting.

"This heavy snowfall won't be a bad sign, right?"

"I heard that most of the Xiamen village and Guhe Town were flooded by avalanches, and many people died."

"You've survived a lot, haven't you?"

"What can you do if you are alive? If you don't have anything to eat, sooner or later you will either starve to death or freeze to death, and maybe you will have to exchange children for food... Hey, poor, pathetic. ”

"Our village is close to the Three Finger Peak, and the Three Finger Peak often has avalanches, so it won't affect us here, right?"

"Shut your crow's mouth, we'll be fine, we burn incense and worship the Buddha every year, and the Buddha will bless our ......"

The old people were talking, and suddenly stopped, and they saw a stranger, a delicate young man, a young man in a brand new white cotton jacket...

In ancient times, when traffic was blocked, a village was semi-closed most of the time, and there were not many people coming and going, so the appearance of this teenager was very conspicuous.

And his padded jacket is not a bargain at first glance, and the old people have a judgment in their hearts.

Suddenly, an old woman with a patch in the corner of her eye shouted, "Hey, hey, isn't this the man of the Ning family?" It's almost the Wangxiang Festival, come here to worship the little queen? ”

Bai Yan stopped and said politely, "Yes, mother-in-law." ”

The old woman said: "The Ning family's house has long been deserted, if no one weeds it, your lady's tombstone will be flooded by the weeds... Do you want us old things to help you? ”

Bai Yan grabbed the bag of copper plates, weighed it, and then threw it out.

The old woman took it.

Bai Yan said: "Then this year, I will bother my mother-in-law to help remove the weeds, and I will come back next year." ”

The old woman didn't expect him to be so refreshing, holding the money bag in both hands, and said happily: "Okay, good, the man of Ninghou is arrogant, and he is worthy of being a person in a big family." ”

She grabbed the money bag, and the unresponsive old people suddenly swarmed up and surrounded the old woman, shouting one by one that they were going to weed in the yard of the Ning family, so... Score money.

...

...

Bai Yan arrived at Ning's house with a light car.

In the big house, no one cleared the snow in front of the door, and the tables and chairs in the house were dusty.

It was a "creak" push of the door, which stirred up the dust in the air, forming gray vortices.

Bai Yan looked at this, smiled, then put down the bag, took out the paper money, and turned around and came to the tombstone in the courtyard.

It's very windy...

The snow is also starting to fall...

Suddenly, an invisible air flow centered on Bai Yan dispersed, covering the tombstone in front of him and blocking all the wind and snow outside.

The release of true qi is the characteristic of a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and if he can support a stable true qi cover, he is not a first-class master, but a grandmaster.

Bai Yan didn't know what other people's ghost blood was, but his ghost blood gave him an unparalleled comprehension ability.

When he was ten years old, he entered the Tang family.

The eldest lady of the Tang family was very good to him, and when she saw that he was still young, she took a copy of the "Flying Fish Knife Method" and the "Basic True Qi Heart Method" from home.

If you want to practice the Tang family's family tradition, you first need to be the Tang family.

Bai Yan is not a member of the Tang family, and being able to learn the exercises as a small servant is already a great grace.

What is the Flying Fish Knife Method?

This is a third-rate knife technique, which belongs to the goods that a rich boy can buy on the black market.

What is the Basic True Qi Heart Method?

This is the most basic method of internal training, as for whether you can practice true qi, there is really no guarantee, if you become it, it is effective, and if you don't achieve it, you have no talent.

But even so, these two exercises are quite expensive, ordinary people may have the opportunity to buy one after decades of hard work, and as we all know, the cultivation of exercises needs to be combined with medicinal diet and medicinal baths.

However, it was the "Flying Fish Knife Method" and the "Basic True Qi Heart Method" that allowed Bai Yan to directly cultivate to the realm of the grandmaster and become a leading figure in the rivers and lakes.

To be honest, he used to think that he was so good that he would be able to be happy when he went out, but he was wrong.

The blood sorrow of the ghost blood is like fate, binding him to death, making him not care so much about everything...

It's like a ghost floating in the world, without any sense of belonging.

A lot of thoughts flashed...

Bai Yan's finger lightly tapped on the paper money, and the paper money burned with a "brush", burning quietly in the wind and snow.

"Xianggong~~"

"Xianggong ~~~~"

Ning Hou's voice suddenly sounded again, and this time the sound actually had a direction, it was in the dirt.

"Take out my urn and take it with you."

Ning Hou's voice sounded again, and this time Bai Yan had already determined that the sound was coming from the urn in the dirt.

He didn't hesitate to turn over the dirt and take out the porcelain box buried in the depths.

The porcelain box is the size of a palm, and the voice is coming from it.

"Is it really you?" Bai Yan was a little incredulous...

He can accept that he has traveled to ancient times, and he can also accept that this is a world with rivers and lakes, swords and swords, and even the existence of "ghost blood", but now... He felt that he needed to accept something new again.

"It's me, Xianggong, can't you hear my voice?"

"Then the person who gave me the dream these days, is it also you?"

"It's me, because... I want my husband to burn paper money for me. ”

"I'm already burning."

"It's not paper money... I'm going to make my own paper money. This kind of paper money can only be effective if it is made by someone with ghost blood..."

"Okay." Bai Yan didn't ask anything.

He put the urn in his bag, and then, following his deceased wife's instructions, took some yellow paper from the bag and tore it to the size of a long ticket.

"I also want a pen, and cinnabar mixed with your blood."

"I don't have money to buy pens, and I don't have cinnabar, can I use blood directly?"

"But... You can, but don't use too much. ”

Immediately, a pattern appeared in Bai Yan's mind.

That's a symbol.

The symbol head is the pattern of the evolution of the "Imperial Decree".

Below are not the three points that usually symbolize "heaven, earth and man", but the nine weird verticals.

Under the nine verticals, there was a strange pattern, and Bai Yan felt like a person sitting behind the door.

Finally, it is a knot.

Bai Yan accurately controlled his blood, finished the paper money, and pressed it with blood as a seal.

"Is that okay?"

"That's it."

Bai Yan grabbed the paper money and burned it.

As it burned, a strong exhaustion from the soul came out of his heart, as if he had wow his sword more than 10,000 times a day when he first learned the art of swordsmanship.

A wave of dizziness came, and he sat down cross-legged, a little dizzy.

"Xianggong, I received the money, are you okay?"

"It's fine."

"Don't you wonder why I want you to paint like that?"

"Not curious."

"Don't you wonder why I suddenly asked you for paper money?"

"Not curious."

Bai Yan grabbed a handful of snow balls from the ground and stuffed them into his mouth, breathed a little, and felt much better.

"Today may not be enough to burn for you, wait for a sleep, I'll continue to come."

"Xianggong... You go buy a pen and cinnabar first, I'm afraid your body will collapse. ”

"Okay, whatever."

Bai Yan didn't mind.

He has a kind of indifference to this world and to himself.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and he is also dogs.