Suyang City, Zhixian Yamen.

Under the plaque hanging high in the mirror, Fang Xian ordered a broken arm, and Liu Chenghuang's soul was dim.

The two people who used to not treat each other have now become brothers and sisters.

Fang Xian Ling pinched the magic trick and threw out a handful of crystal clear yuan beads. Yuanzhu hit the plaque hanging high in the mirror, but the plaque that seemed to be wooden suddenly rippled like water waves, and this Yuanzhu fell into the plaque along the ripples.

This is naturally not an ordinary plaque, but a humane instrument with the atmosphere of mountains and rivers.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, every piece of "Mirror High Hanging" hanging in the official yamen has this function, which is mainly used to transmit information.

It's just that because Suyang is just a small city, this "mirror hanging" in Suzhou County is a super castrated version.

The message can only be transmitted once every ten years, and a sufficient amount of yuan beads must be swallowed each time.

Fang Jingtai didn't care about the image anymore, he gasped with a white face, and waited for a while before he trembled and ingested a message from the plaque hanging high in the mirror.

The message was projected and fell on a blank rune paper in his hand, and after reading it, Fang Jingtai finished reading it and handed it to Liu Chenghuang to see.

"The county government excludes the demon envoy, Duan Xing Soul!"

Liu Chenghuang's voice was slightly heavy, as if he was slightly happy, and seemed to sigh: "This one is said to have broken through to the god at the beginning of the year. On the list of all souls, in the name of the human race, it ranks thirty-seventh! ”

Fang Jingtai also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The dragon girl is nowhere to be found, and it is difficult to distinguish between life and death. The leakage of the vein vitality in Suyang City is serious, and the strange aura at the bottom of the blue wave lake is still there, and the official is powerless, and he has to come here. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a government official came from outside, saying that most of the people who had left the city still insisted on leaving the city, and only a small number of those who were really reluctant to carry their family business were willing to return.

Fang Jingtai was silent for a moment, and his eyes looked at Liu Chenghuang.

Liu Chenghuang waved his hand, and Fang Jingtai said "heh" and glared at him.

Then he turned back to the officials and said, "Send someone to persuade the people that the crisis in the city is now lifted." The wilderness is not safe, so please do not walk blindly at night. Even if you want to leave, it's best to wait for tomorrow, pack your bags, and travel far away during the day. ”

The official received the order but did not leave, and only showed a hesitant and embarrassed look on his face.

Fang Jingtai frowned and said, "What? ”

The official hurriedly said: "My lord, it is several Dan masters of the Demon Refining Platform, and they all said that they want to leave the city. The little ones don't dare to persuade, look at this ......"

Square Mirror Table: ......

Fuck it! This Qipin County orders whoever likes to do it, he doesn't do it!

Of course, "quitting" is just angry talk, as a parent official, with this official seal in his hand, he can't run away from what he should do.

Unlike Song Ciwan, a little miscellaneous servant, nothing is anything, so naturally there is no hindrance.

Especially after the matter of Aunt Zhou came to an end, Song Ciwan suddenly felt an extreme relaxation between his souls.

The true qi in the body is lively and mellow, as if it has been a different kind of training.

In life, I have seen suffering, and I especially know the value of quiet years; understands firewood, rice, oil and salt, and only then does he know that poetry and distance can really cleanse the soul.

Why cultivate immortals?

This cultivation is clearly a kind of uninhibited confidence!

The various scriptures and mysteries of the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart flowed through Song Ci's heart in the evening, and the panel of the Cave Illumination Technique unfolded.

Song Ciwan:

Age: 15 (63 years of longevity)

Major Practice: Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra (Level 1 Proficiency 1968/10000)

Cultivation Realm: Refining and Refining Qi (9999/10000 in the late stage of Qi Transformation)

She hadn't cultivated yet, but on the way home, the experience of sitting on the Heart Sutra naturally rose slowly, all the way from the original proficiency level of 359 points to 1968 points!

No wonder some people often say that once they have an epiphany, they will ascend to immortality.

On the path of cultivation, ninety-nine steps rely on practice, but the key step is still enlightenment.

As for the cultivation realm, this increase is not much, from 9566 to 9999.

There was no breakthrough at this point in the later stage, one was because Song Ciwan was in a hurry to escape the art, and the other was because the aura in Suyang City was really a little thin.

Song Ciwan really turned around, and felt that it was much more difficult to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world than before, and she understood a little in her heart: in the great changes in Bibo Lake, the dragon girl opened the leyline, and the demon general Tian Junhong took the opportunity to steal a large amount of earth's leyline vitality.

As a result, the leylines of Suyang City have been damaged from the foundation, and now the thinning of the aura may be just the beginning.

In the future, I don't know if it can be repaired?

With such a breeze blowing, Song Ci walked through the streets and alleys at night, and returned to Jishanfang in a short time.

In the past, there was a special loneliness in the bustling Jishan Fang, some people's house beams collapsed, some people's doors collapsed, many bits and pieces fell on the street, and even pots and pans fell to the ground.

I don't know who fell from it, so I think I have to flee, I can't take so many things.

This is the impermanence of the world, and no one knows what they will face tomorrow, or even what they will face in the next moment.

Song Ciwan shuttled through two more streets, and finally stopped in front of his yard.

The courtyard gate is fine, it has not collapsed, it can be regarded as strong, but the courtyard is quiet, and there is no movement.

Song Ciwan took a breath softly, unlocked the door, and pushed open the courtyard door.

I heard a creaking sound, and the courtyard door suddenly shook back.

Immediately after that, there was a sudden gust of wind behind the door, and then there was a high-pitched goose cry: "Ang! Aung Aung Ang—"

The snow-white wings were flapped, the proud goose's neck was raised, and the big white goose was so excited that even its cry changed, from the usual "quack" to "angang".

Song Ciwan originally felt that she should be calm and indifferent, but the enthusiasm of the big white goose directly made her break the work.

"Big white ......," she said.

Before she finished speaking, the fat goose had already flown up and rushed into her arms.

Song Ciwan hurriedly hugged the goose, the big white wings fanned wildly, and the goose head wearing the red crown kept arching into her arms, and the goose face rubbed one after another, which made Song Ciwan unable to hold back anymore, and laughed crisply.

She laughed: "Dabai, haha! You...... The hair on your back hasn't grown yet, so don't twist it like this...... Hahaha! ”

The last time the big white goose fought with the cockroach, it had a lot of bald feathers on its body, but now it is still pitted and has not fully recovered.

When Song Ciwan didn't say it, it didn't care at all, Song Ciwan said this, it was terrible, the big white goose suddenly stretched out its wings, the goose neck was reversed, and the long goose beak pecked at the bald place on its back.

This temperament is really not ordinary!

Song Ciwan hurriedly grabbed its flat beak and took out a basket of soybean meal from the scales, and the eyes of the big white goose were straight, and the goose's beak was not pecked.

"Gah!" It snapped its wings and jumped off Song Ciwan's body, and rushed to its beloved delicacy.

Song Ci saw that it was eating happily, so he stepped aside and started to clean up the yard.

The gate of her house did not collapse, but the stove room collapsed, and the rack that had been set up in the yard to dry clothes also collapsed.

There are also some bits and pieces, which I will not exhaust.

Song Ciwan cleaned up here, and the big white goose over there was also full of food and drink. Song Ciwan didn't want to cook today, so he took some of the food he had accumulated from the scales and ate it.

It's the broken rice porridge she used to sell with egg fried rice.

The broken rice porridge was not full, and Song Ciwan had not yet opened the valley, so she took another strong pill.

After resting, Song Ciwan teased the big white goose and played for a while. At nightfall, she went back to her room to meditate.

Pranayama true qi, precipitation and harvest.

In this way, until midnight, as soon as the sub-hour passed, Song Ciwan immediately opened his eyes, summoned the scales, and began to carry out the long-awaited, new day of selling!

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