The ink is all over the place.

It has been seven days since the funeral that made the whole town in an uproar and tremble, and it has reached the second seventh.

A few days ago, it rained intermittently, and it never cleared, which made the ink dye in the city even more miserable.

When she slept in a daze in the afternoon, she whispered in her mouth: "I'm so scared, I didn't mean to hear it." Why do you want to seal the road to the mouth of the pot, there are all excuses on the side, so that no one will come to disturb the dead during the funeral. ”

In the dream, he said, "Come on, wait a little longer." ”

Then with a panic: "Don't kill anyone. ”

This series of dreams made everyone in the room look at each other, and the maids only thought that it was caused by the nightmare of Nu Lan, and accompanied the doctor into the room, but the woman who was about to leave listened thoughtfully.

The rain outside is like a curtain, the broken thread is like a teardrop, and the figure of the female covenant is faintly visible on the side of the window in her room.

The funeral procession that stretched for more than ten miles that day was almost exhausted in the city, and even the women's covenant confined to the room was no exception. How dare they, the daughters of the back house, inquire about whose funeral this is, only to know that there are so many coffins, and the general's black war horse is almost not enough to drive.

"Soon after, it will be your wedding date, but unfortunately during the mourning period, I can only ink and can't wear red for you. ”

The general removed his mysterious armor, barefoot in ink, and his original hideous mask was replaced with a grimace, and when he said this to the female covenant, the female was beside him.

At that time, on the mound, the sun fell on the western mountain, the thorny grass was ashes, and the smoke lingered, urging people's eyes to tears.

Perhaps because of this sentence, when the female in the house returned to the city, no one mentioned the punishment of the women's covenant grounding.

I haven't seen the general for more than 10 days.

He never returned.

Nu Yuan was also happy and relaxed, and after dealing with the affairs of the back house, she was bored for a while, and she was still interested in going to the city everywhere.

It's just that this kind of Yaxing came to an abrupt end in the martial arts arena.

Erection Renli, the vertical servant in her former room, has become a fire-fighting pawn, and in the crowd, her status is not the same as before.

Nu Yuan secretly gritted her teeth, especially when she was disdainful and annoyed in her heart, but she had to show people with a smile.

This humble person is not as good as a dog, she was jealous of the vicious beauty used by the female covenant, but now she hates her, many days ago, he relied on his thief to hold it, and ignored her as the original master, and now, she has no former master and servant feelings at all.

Hateful.

Nu Yuan went back angrily, sneering in her heart, how could she not know that the little bit of caution in the soap was the ill heart she instigated and assigned.

Now that the woman is about to be in the general's room, if he forgets it, if he still has some delusions, she will teach him to never recover.

I was thinking in the room, secretly planning something, but I never thought that before nightfall, the general returned.

Barefoot stepped through puddles all the way, and the ink clothes were already soaked.

Nuhara was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward, telling the maids to hurry up and prepare to change their ink clothes, while she lifted her skirt and went to the side room to get clogs, and did not forget to supervise the cooks along the way.

The rain was still falling, the door was closed, and the general's grimace had long since disappeared behind the door, and he had not looked at anyone else the whole time.

Wei Zifu, who was dressed in ink, has been accompanying the general for more than ten days.

She waited for the general for a long time, standing in the doorway and shaking her head.

The door cannot be opened.

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Days passed.

At first, Nu Yuan didn't think that the general was any different from before, especially in the treatment of Nu Lan's cold and warmth, but as the days passed, everyone in the house found that the general was becoming more and more cold and silent in front of them.

The general came back from his hometown prisoners every day, and after seeing Nu Lan, he would sit silently in his room, and sometimes he could not hear a word from him for several days.

The back house was overcast, and the servants were cautious, especially after the funeral.

Bang.

The clay pot crumbles into slag pieces in the room.

The general, who was alone in the village slaughterhouse's room, suddenly lost his temper for some reason, and the servants outside the door were silent, how dare they ask out loud.

The woman originally wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Wei Zifu's sleeve.

Wearing a crown, this is the makeup of the men of the Shang Yin clan, Mrs. Weizi's pulse cultivation has reached seventeen, holding a sword in ink outside the door, how can she have the appearance of a maid of Shang Yin, and she has long since lost her delicate posture in the past.

Nuhara has been used to seeing it for a while.

Since returning from the mausoleum outside the city with the general that day, Wei Zifu has been dressed like this.

Nu Yuan, who has been friends with Wei Zifu for a long time, once asked, Wei Zifu was a little embarrassed at that time: "The lord said that my appearance in ink clothes is very different from her, don't wear plain white in the future, and dress up as a man......"

Nu Yuan asked in surprise at the time, "Who is she in the general's words?"

Wei Zifu shook his head and said, "I don't know either." ”

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In the room.

Yin Shuiliu didn't wear his ghost face.

Stepping on the crushed pottery shards, the sand table map of the north came into view again, and the gloom on Yin Shuiliu's face did not disappear at all.

He set his eyes on Yicheng, where the Dou clan was located, then at the intersection of Beishan Township and Gangxiang where Heshan was located, and finally returned to Daixiang outside Hukou, which was marked with the words Wang Sun.

After two months of refinement, this map of the northern contempt has the information provided by the Wushan, Wangjian and Mankui thieves, and the strength and weakness of Jiuxiang can be seen at a glance on the map.

Dai Township's Dai Clan, a small branch of the Yin clan hundreds of years ago, after the five suits, it was changed from the Yin family to the Wang Sun family four hundred years ago, and then changed from the Wang Sun family to the Dai family three hundred years ago, until now. These branches of the Yin clan are all over today's Shang Yin, and some of the descendants of the branches have even fallen to the point of being subordinates or bandits, no different from Uncle Liu Huang, who sells shoes on the earth plane.

"Second Class Kunita ......"

Yin Shuiliu looked at the location of the second-class Guotian in Dai Township on the map, put the ghost mask back on, let Wei Zifu outside the door in, and gave the latest robbery instructions: "Pass my order, and let the thief stab him to chisel a line of stone to seal the road early tomorrow morning." ”

"Yui!"

Wei Zifu is no longer a courtesy, but a courtesy to the lord who goes up to the courtesy.

She stepped back and closed the door again.

Yin Shui Liu possessed him, took away all the negative emotions such as anxiety and depression, and threw the front aside, so that the third-class polished rice that smashed the clay pot was cleaned up one by one.

Two months have passed, and there is still no progress in the leylines, and the situation is imminent.

Different from the life burning bonus of the fake "Secret Book of the Sun", the real "Secret Book of the Sun", a martial arts method of the Son of Heaven, is not the most inferior third-class polished rice that can be cultivated into the realm of the leyline, even if it is only repaired, it is a drop in the bucket.

As early as a month ago, Yin Shuiliu had expected this situation, but there was some hope. Now that the dantian cultivation veins are sinking into the sea every day, none of the Xiao Dan tests among the village prisoners have succeeded, which makes him feel a lot of anxiety in his heart when he can't control the situation of the demons in the negative emotions of the funeral.

"If you are in a hurry, you will ...... in chaos"

Yin Shuiliu sat on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

Without the second-grade polished rice that nourishes the dantian, not only is it difficult for him to repair the earth's leyline cultivation, but the king thorn at the top of the earth's leyline will not be able to move forward in the past two months.

The two of them were different from other cultivators, clan-level sects, or earth-line martial artists of the country-level sects, Yin Shui Liu was limited by the consumption of the Son of Heaven level methods, while Wang Thorn was limited by the breakthrough of cultivation, and they were no better than other wolf tooth pawns, head thieves, or fire extinguishers.

The firefighters have the life-burning bonus of the technique of "Fighting Fire", and the maximum nourishment of third-class polished rice to the people of the martial arts, which is to give them second-class polished rice nourishment, which is also a waste of waste.

For the human network wolf tooth pawn, this is the same reason, they dispersed the technique of "Backwater" to run through the veins, and cultivated the "Starfire" to open the pulse, and in the past two months, they have broken through one after another, and the only restriction is the five cultivation of "Starfire" by the thief, and it is no longer the leyline of "Backwater".

The dantian consumption of the doctor-level "Xinghuo" is much higher than that of the Shi-level "Backwater", even if the five of them have enough third-grade polished rice, they don't have enough time to learn Mankui, Wangchuan and other landlines, and spend years, more than ten years, or even decades to slowly figure it out.

"Time is running out, and this time I have no choice but to take risks. ”

In order to regain the Yidi, he must take the risk of grabbing a sufficient amount of second-grade polished rice at this time, so that he can return to the realm of the leylines as soon as possible, otherwise the situation in the Hukou will be even more passive when the food runs out in March.

If it weren't for the momentum in Wangxiang, he would not occupy such an area as the king, but robbed people and grain, and ran into the wilderness where no one was many.

This time I went out, and this policy was pursued, but the wild place was replaced by a hometown.