Yang Qingyin walked aimlessly through the frozen streets, the sky was slightly dark, the snow had stopped, there were not many people in the city, and it was even rarer at this time, occasionally someone would rush by like a lonely ghost, always looking at the female Taoist priest in surprise, wanting to greet warmly, but was frightened by the stern look on her face, and ran faster.

Yang Qingyin doesn't care about this. An old man on crutches stopped her, thanked her excitedly, told her and her family about the hardships she and her family had experienced these days, the words "immortal" and "great kindness" appeared frequently, and finally put forward a small wish, "Save my grandson, exchange my old life, he is only seventeen years old, shouldn't ......"

I don't know when, there were more than a dozen people standing behind the old man, all looking at the "immortals" with expectant eyes, Yang Qingyin wanted to speak and stopped, and suddenly the sword flew up, and he fled quickly, and only landed a few streets later, and his mood was even worse.

"The Tao is boundless. She snorted coldly, the Dao method can't be brought back to life, but it's still a little useful, when she first came to Broken Flow City, Lan Qizhang used to change clothes for everyone, it was not too complicated spell, Yang Qingyin would be able to read it once, she turned the Taoist robe on her body into a light military uniform, and the hairpin on her head into a helmet, and her heart was finally a little more steady.

The lights of the houses facing the street in front of them were exposed, and bursts of enthusiastic laughter came out, which seemed extremely abrupt in the Broken Flow City.

It was a tavern, the only one in the city that had resumed business, attracting men with a keen sense of smell, especially soldiers who had survived the battlefield.

Yang Qingyin walked in, and the military uniform on his body matched the atmosphere inside.

There were about twenty or thirty people inside, mostly soldiers, but also a small number of civilians, and there were a mess of cups and plates on the table, except for a few side dishes, and the rest were all wine containers, and some of them were drunk. Some people had just arrived, and Yang Qingyin was looking around, and there was already an extra bowl of wine in his hand.

A middle-aged soldier with a scruffy beard raised his wine bowl and said loudly: "It's time to cry enough, today I want everyone to laugh, laugh hard, I will pay for the wine!"

Everyone applauded, the guys in the store were busy, and the shopkeeper counted the accounts with a cold face, and kept shaking his head, this war had made him miserable. It is necessary to raise the price of alcohol by a large percentage to recover the loss, but not today, he will be thankful that these soldiers will not make trouble after drinking, but he will not dare to ask for too much price.

Yang Qingyin took a sip of wine, her brows furrowed, and she almost spit out the sour and astringent thing, she barely swallowed it, walked to the corner, and sat opposite the middle-aged soldier. "You're going to invite everyone to drink this wine?"

The soldier grinned, "There is only this kind of wine left in the city, and the master said that there is too much sadness in the city of Broken Stream, and I hope everyone can be happy." ”

"What's your name?"

"Ouyang Lance. My master is Hong Futian, we have fought with the demon soldiers together, you once went to the camp of the Huang Fu Army to save us, and I have not expressed my gratitude to you. ”

Yang Qingyin waved his hand impatiently. As soon as she heard the word "gratitude", she was depressed, "Your disguise skills are good, better than me." ”

Ouyang was originally a young man. At this time, he was completely sloppy and middle-aged man's image, and even his smile was full of vicissitudes, but his easy technique could not hide the Taoist priest, Yang Qingyin saw that this person's image was false at the first glance when he entered the store, and he swept it with his heavenly eyes and recognized the true face of Sanxiu.

However, compared to Ouyang Lance, Yang Qingyin's disguise technique is even worse, she can only use some of the most basic and simple illusions, even mortals, if you look closely, you can see many flaws, such as her neck is so clean that she doesn't look like a soldier born to die at all.

"That's what the monk is good at. Ouyang Li smiled and said, "When I first learned the disguise technique, I was so happy, I thought that I could use this move to fight invincible opponents all over the world, but later I learned that this move was useless in front of strong enemies." But I don't have a Dood root, so it's good to learn that. ”

Yang Qingyin didn't squeak, took another sip of sour wine, her brows furrowed even tighter, she was not in the mood to chat at all, and even regretted sitting opposite Sanxiu a little.

"For five whole days, the master said that the grief in the city lasted too long, even if it was a more tragic war, people would not be sad for so long, after all, we won the ......" Ouyang Li is a person who talks a lot, and the silver has already been staked in the shopkeeper, and everyone is drinking to their heart's content without his persuasion.

"I drank it, why don't you drink it?" Yang Qingyin said suddenly.

"Huh. Ouyang Li, who only cared about talking, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, then picked up the wine jar on the table and poured another bowl for himself, "No matter how unpleasant the wine is, it is also wine, it is the source of happiness, if possible, everyone in the city should drink a few bowls, it is good to be drunk like mud, and then you can forget any sad things." ”

"And when you wake up?"

"After waking up?" Ouyang Qi scratched his head, this action was not like a veteran, "After waking up, you will realize that your sadness is not so deep-rooted, since you can forget it when you are drunk, you can also do it after you wake up." ”

Yang Qingyin pondered for a while, "This trick is useless for Taoist priests, even if we are drunk, we are still clear in our hearts, and when our hearts are in chaos, we will be in chaos, which is a taboo in practice." ”

"The monks are like that, but we have a choice, if we want to, we can still get drunk. ”

"The one who needs to get drunk the most is not here, why is the sorrow permeating the city? Because he is grieving, he has transmitted the grief to everyone, this is a powerful spell, can it be resisted with wine?"

Ouyang Qi glanced at the dark night outside, from here he could not see the big pit outside the city and the Taoist priest floating in the air, "Master once told me that forgetting is also a spell, mortals are born with it, and monks have to study it specially, and occasionally use it once in a while, in order to get through the most dangerous stage of cultivation. ”

Yang Qingyin pursed his lips, in the eyes of the Taoist priests, the spells of scattered cultivation were flashy, and their forgetting spells sounded like opportunism, no wonder their inner pills were mixed and impure, "Have you used them?"

Ouyang Qi shook his head, "I know a little, I have never used it, Master said that I am too young to forget." ”

Yang Qingyin drank the third sip of wine, feeling that her body was light, and she suddenly asked, "You have already left, why do you want to come back?"

"This war is of great significance, and it is ...... to the whole of humanity"

Yang Qingyin shook his finger at him, "I don't know how to recite psychic arts, and I can't detect people's hearts, but I know you're lying, and what you're thinking in your heart isn't human at all." ”

Even after changing his appearance, Ouyang Li's face was still red, "Actually...... We're trying to get a few more artifacts. But Pang Shan Dao Tong doesn't seem to offer rewards this time. Alas, it was really distressing to see so many high-grade magic weapons destroyed. ”

In the decisive battle five days ago, Shen Jixian arranged many magic weapons in the air, most of which were destroyed by the demon magician.

"That's like the truth. What about your master, Hong Futian, do you still want the demon clan and the Dao system to join forces to prepare for the demon clan?"

"Well, he said that this is just the beginning, and when the demon clan and the Dao clan feel each other's pain, there is hope for the union. ”

Yang Qingyin laughed, attracting the attention of many people, she didn't care at all. I just want to laugh and let go of the stuffiness in my chest, "You said you could get drunk as long as you want." ”

"Yes, but I've never tried, I think it's better to stay awake......"

"Show me once drunk. ”

"Huh?"

"Get drunk once and show the old lady. Yang Qingyin said in a commanding tone, "Once completely drunk, I want to see if this thing can really resist the telepathic illusion." ”

Ouyang Li glanced at the room full of guests, and suddenly picked up the wine jar on the table. He raised it to his mouth and drank the whole jar in one gulp, and when he put it down, his face became even redder. Giggling, the power of the transfiguration technique gradually faded, slowly revealing the true face of youth, and his speech was slurred. "This is the first time I've been drunk...... What should I forget? It's all so good, I want to keep it in my heart, especially you. I won't forget you, you're a weird Taoist, and so is Mu Xingqiu, you all ......"

Ouyang Li's head slammed on the table.

Yang Qingyin drank all the wine in the bowl and said to the sleeping Sanxiu: "What's the use of remembering me? In my eyes, you are just a stupid Sanxiu, trying your best to imitate the Taoist priest, but you will never get the pure Neidan. In Zuo Liuying's eyes, we breathing Taoists are also stupid, thinking that we are Taoist disciples, but in fact, we will never be able to become high-level Taoists. The most ridiculous thing is that I hate what Zuo Liuying did, but I have to admit that he is right, without his coldness and ruthlessness, it would be impossible for Pang Shan and Broken Flow City to defeat the Demon Clan. And you, when you wake up, you will surely understand why I look down on you. ”

Yang Qingyin stood up, walked out of the hotel, and stood for a moment against the cold wind, the fluttering feeling caused by the bad wine quickly disappeared, she slammed into the sky, and the sword flew away.

A drinker happened to come out, startled, rubbed his eyes, and staggered away, for whom forgetting was easy.

Yang Qingyin landed in the courtyard of the inn, facing a head.

The bald man had been walking around the yard for an unknown number of times, "Old lady, can you feel it?" Fangfang seems to be still here, I can smell her. ”

Yang Qingyin grabbed the bald man's bun and looked into his eyes, "Qin Lingshuang is dead, whether you want it or not, whether you are happy or not, she is dead, we are Taoist priests, we will not cry once like ordinary people, and forget things after getting drunk, so you don't need to deliberately look for Qin Lingshuang's smell again, she will always be in your heart, and you can't forget it if you want to." ”

The bald man was frightened, his face stiffened, and after a while he said, "I have no heart." ”

"Taoist priests don't have a heart, we only have the Zhongdantian Jiang Palace, that is a magic weapon, that's why we can't forget, but we can't be sad, people with a heart can be sad, people whose hearts have become magic weapons, how can they be sad?"

The bald man stayed for a while, "Mother, are you talking to me?"

Yang Qingyin let go of the bald man, turned to Zuo Liuying's room, and said to Sun Yulu, who had just come out, "The Lamp and Candle Department is the best at soul detention. ”

"That's right, that's the specialty of Ranjing Mountain. Sun Yulu said with a smile.

"Then go and put away Qin Lingshuang's soul and let Mu Xingqiu leave that ghost place. Yang Qingyin was violent, as if there was a ball of anger that would explode at any time.

Sun Yulu smiled even more gently, "What a coincidence, Zuo Liuying also made the same request to me." ”

Yang Qingyin was slightly stunned, and the bald man asked in a low voice, "Can the soul study bring Fangfang back to life?"

"There is no magic to bring the dead back to life. Sun Yulu lit up a small oil lamp in her palm, "But life and death are not distinct, there is a vast area in the middle, and the lamp and candle department is galloping back and forth in it." ”

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