In the year of Renyin, November 29, the winter solstice!

Stratus clouds converged, night fell, and fine snow fell.

Song Ciwan opened her eyes in the long night, she hid the three summoned peach puppets in places that others couldn't think of, only she knew, and carried the Li Mu puppets with her.

After the Shouyuan sacrifice, the shape of the Li Mu puppet is reduced, and each one is as thin as a soybean, delicate and lovely. Song Ciwan packed them up with a small purse, which was hung around his neck and hidden in his clothes.

Song Ciwan could feel that he had a strange connection with these wooden puppets.

So, where is this wooden puppet? These are clearly her three lives!

With three lives with you, it feels good.

Song Ciwan changed into a black cloak again, put on the rough-stitched human skin mask, and took one last look at the big white goose sleeping peacefully in the house.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and with a turn of her sleeves, the night wind blew, and her whole person turned into a dark shadow and went away with the wind.

Time and night escape, there are three layers, Song Ciwan has now cultivated the first layer to perfection, and he can break through only one opportunity!

The night wind whipped up the fine snow, and the shadows alternated in the snow.

In the west of Suyang City, Zhang Ping, the captain of the Demon School, did not go out to hunt demons tonight.

His boss, the demon general Tian Junhong, recently obtained a new high-grade magic weapon rotten Ke Chunqiu Tu, for which General Tian specially held a banquet in the mansion, invited guests from all over the world, and close friends and subordinates came to appreciate.

The night banquet is very lively, and the Rotten Ke Spring and Autumn Diagram is even more mysterious. When this picture is unfolded, it is said that the extension can have a radius of ten miles, can cover the small half of the city, there is a chessboard such as a star curtain in the picture, there are Baimei as chess players, a game of chess, it is not only the red face of the world, but also the spring and autumn in the picture.

The original painting of this picture was made by the great Confucian Yu Chunqiu, called the Red Face Spring and Autumn Picture.

When the painting was completed, thousands of beauties flew out of the painting, or held the piano and played the sheng, or the water to shine on the flowers, or danced......

At that time, the people who were in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty could not help but see this wonderland of ten thousand beautiful flying heavens, which was simply a fairyland coming to the world, and it was "Yan Ruyu in the book" that was reflected from the illusion into reality!

Later, there was a craze for imitating the red face of the Spring and Autumn Pictures among the scholars of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the real original work of Confucianism is said to have become a high-grade spiritual weapon from the time of painting, and among the many imitations, it is the most miraculous painting by Su Baiyi, a disciple of Yu Chunqiu.

Tian Junhong's picture of the Spring and Autumn Period of Rotten Ke is based on Su Baiyi's painting, and then refined and enhanced by the refining master Tan Dongge, thus forming this high-grade magic weapon.

Suyang City is really a remote place, although Tian Junhong is the demon general of the sixth grade, but if he is placed in the capital division, what is such a position?

But he was able to get such a picture of the Rotten Ke Chunqiu, no wonder he was so proud, and even held a feast and showed it off to the Quartet.

During the banquet, Tian Junhong vaguely mentioned that his family had a nobleman, which naturally attracted countless imaginations and praise for a while.

Zhang Ping didn't get into that central circle, but his connections were also good, and everyone was also talking about it together.

A colleague of the Demon Commander said: "General Tian has obtained this picture of the Rotten Ke Spring and Autumn Period, and since then, the deterrent power has risen greatly, and there should be fewer demons around Suyang City." ”

Some people also said: "There are few benefits, and the brothers have been so busy lately that they have been out of breath, but this is too little......

Why is it too little?

There is no need to say this, don't talk about others, just say Zhang Ping, if there is no demon, how can his blood-breaking knife be improved?

Someone else said: "Brother Zhang, your Blood Breaking Knife is already approaching the limit of a thousand refinements, and it won't be long before it can be promoted to a low-grade magic weapon, right?" ”

Zhang Ping seemed to have something on his mind, and he was not very cheerful throughout the whole process, but when someone mentioned the Blood Breaking Knife, the expression on his face softened slightly, and he said with a slight smile: "It's still far behind, I'm ashamed, if I compare with my peers, I'm at the bottom." ”

When he said this, someone immediately answered: "It's still good for you great sect disciples, the inheritance is complete, which is really enviable." Ordinary cultivators like us don't know how difficult it is to get a low-grade magic weapon. ”

As soon as this kind of envious words came out, it suddenly opened the conversation box of the rest of the people, and everyone expressed their yearning for major sects such as the Seven Star Gate.

The feast became more and more lively, and not much was mentioned.

Later, Zhang Ping was also called to talk to him by the demon general Tian Junhong, and Tian Junhong asked about Zhang Ping's mentorship in Qixingmen.

Zhang Ping said: "The family teacher has a hundred battle knives, Fu Tianyi." ”

Famous and numbered, at least innate.

Tian Junhong laughed, patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder and said: "Good guy, famous disciple, good life cultivation, if you can enter the innate world, this general will protect you as a demon destroyer!" ”

The lowest demon removal envoy is from the seventh grade, Zhang Ping immediately had a slight waist pole, and his face was excited.

The sound of silk and bamboo rose again, and the heat in the banquet hall was high, and the fine snow outside seemed to be two worlds.

Until the snow fell layer after layer, and the night lan was pervasive, and the leak was deeper.

General Tian's night banquet finally stopped, and some people were drunk, staggered out of the bustling banquet hall with their shoulders hooked, and stepped into the snow.

"Yo, the snow is heavy, brothers, are you still going to Qunfang Pavilion?"

"Go! Why not go? ”

The demon captains were clamoring to transfer the scene, but Zhang Ping didn't go, he said that he wanted to go back to practice.

"If you don't say it, it has to be our brother Zhang, with this spirit, why worry about not being born together? Hahaha! ”

I can't say whether this is irony or praise, but no matter what it is, Zhang Ping just responded with a smile. He was firm in his beliefs and unmoved by the world.

The colleagues were lively with them, and Zhang Ping went home.

The population of his family is also very simple, there is an old servant as a porter, and two small servants run errands.

After Zhang Ping went home, he entered the practice room, and his innate thoughts stimulated him, so that he didn't want to waste a moment.

Pulling out the blood-breaking knife on his waist, although there was no one in front of him, there was a demon in his heart.

The sword light burst out, like a blood-colored training through the long night, and the candle flame flickered wildly in the four corners of the practice room.

Zhang Ping said: "Kill! ”

Kill, kill, kill!

There is nothing that cannot be killed, when he was so young, monsters rushed into his house and devoured all his parents and relatives. At that time, no one came to save them......

No, someone comes, but they always come one step late.

There were so many people, his whole family of twenty-three people died, and only he was protected by his mother in the water tank, and he escaped with his life.

The snake demon's tail whip came over, breaking the mother's backbone, her blood dripped, and the whole person still pounced on the mouth of the water tank, and said to him below: "Ping'er, don't be afraid, someone will come to save you, you have to live well......"

The mother said, "Don't ...... Avenge! ”

Zhang Ping shouted: "Ah! ”

The sword light was raging, and the candle flame was extinguished.

How is it possible not to take revenge? He wants revenge, he wants to kill all the demons in the world!

Kill, kill, kill! Anyone can be killed!

He roared, "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong! ”

"I'm just killing demons, and I'm only practicing knives to kill more demons, I'm not wrong-"

In the endless darkness, there seems to be a sigh, transmitted from a distant time and space.

In Zhang Ping's sight, the last thing he saw was his mother's reproachful and gentle eyes.

"Mother, I'm not wrong......"

He muttered.

But is he really right? He's not so sure.

He couldn't go after the answer anymore, his blood was retrograde while practicing, his heart burst, and he died.

He slammed his back and fell to the ground, and a loud noise provoked the servants of the house, and a small servant pushed the door in, and shouted in horror: "Master! Come on, come on, come on, the lord is not good! ”

The sound was transmitted far away, causing a ripple of vibration in the fine snow.

In the distance, Song Ciwan turned into a night breeze, hiding deep in his name and name.