out of time

Chapter 210

The season at this moment was only late autumn at the time of Qixuetong, but it was already cold winter here at Zitu.

The wind and snow fluttered and fell, sprinkled all over the earth, covering this ancient city of thousands of years.

From a distance, the crimson palace buildings seemed to be inlaid in the vast and boundless snow field like the sea.

It was snowing heavily.

The entire land was covered layer by layer, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and everyone was wearing thick clothes, but they couldn't sweep away the continuous falling snowflakes, making everyone seem to be going gray.

A feeling of decline and depression pervaded, along with the snowflakes, along with the numb expressions of passers-by, it gradually merged into the environment and became the atmosphere of this place.

And the exposed tile roofs of all the buildings in the entire city are like lonely islands in a sea of ​​snow.

Here, it is purple soil.

This is also the former imperial capital of Nanhuangzhou.

Thousands of years ago, there was a kingdom in Nanhuang Continent, named Ziqing Shangguo, which once ruled Nanhuang Continent and used Yanhuang as its totem, but in the end, it could not survive in this cruel and chaotic world.

It can only be collapsed in the civil strife, making Ziqing Shangguo buried in history and becoming a thing of the past.

As for the original royal family and the wealth it inherited, they were also divided up by those chaotic parties back then, and the blood was the same until now withered.

After the rebellious party divided up everything, it became orthodox, formed eight big clans, occupied Zitu, and became the big clan of Zitu. It has continued to this day, and they still enshrine the totem of Yanhuang, taking Yanhuang as their gods.

Looking around, the size of the entire Zitu Imperial City is larger than the main city of Seven Blood Eyes, which is almost three times larger, and it is divided into eight regions.

They are the eight major families.

In each area, there is a palace-like existence, which is also the ancestral home of these eight families.

Some family palaces are surrounded by emerald green pools, with duckweed all over the ground, transparent and clear, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the cornices, golden scales and armor, vivid.

There are also family palaces, with golden glazed tiles shining brightly in the winter sun. Looking from afar, the double-eave roof is particularly brilliant.

Compared with Qixuetong, it's not the same style at all.

In contrast, Zitu is more like a stubborn and rigid old man in fancy clothes. Everything is about rules, everything is about blood, and everything is based on family tradition.

This is their way of survival in troubled times. It is different from Qixuetong, and it is impossible to tell which one is better.

But what can be seen is that the Seven Blood Eyes, as a branch of the Seven Sect Alliance, were inferior to Zitu to a certain extent from the beginning, until they developed over time and gradually reached equality.

Now, with the breakthrough of the ancestor of Xue Lianzi, he has surpassed in one fell swoop, and even has the courage to start a war with foreign races.

But Zitu won't do that.

They like to close themselves and don't like being disturbed by others. Even while they are in awe of the sky, they also despise all external forces. Even Wanggu Continent, they also look down on them.

They think that their own blood is the most noble, and they don't think that they are a frog at the bottom of a well.

Therefore, if the people living here do not have the inherited blood, most of them will have no future, and naturally they will have no vitality, and the slavishness has slowly permeated into the soul, and this has been the case for generations.

Master Bai is a rare person in Zitu in the past ten thousand years.

He is also the first generation who wants to break the traditional concept of the family and seek common development with the outside human race alliance.

His thoughts were contrary to Zitu, and he paid the price and became a mortal.

But he didn't give up. With his incomparable talent and the way of grass and trees, he walked out of another path in a limited time.

He has also researched a large number of alchemy formulas, and in the way of grass and trees, he even surpassed monks with his own mortal strength.

To a certain extent, he is already the No.1 alchemist in Nanhuangzhou.

Even the peak master of the second peak of Seven Blood Pupils, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, she admired Master Bai very much, and someone like Qi Ye should call her a master.

From all of this, it can be seen that Master Bai's attainments in alchemy have reached the pinnacle.

But even so, in Zitu, he was also locked up by many rules, and there were many things he could do nothing about, all because of his blood.

Master Bai is not a direct descendant of the Bai family, but a collateral descendant.

At this moment, the wind and snow are even greater.

As the snow fell, more than a dozen people stood silently in the public cemetery in the urban area where the Bai family was located. In front of them was a crystal coffin. Master Bai's body lay inside, and the wound on the brow had been covered.

Although the body was blessed with mana and sealed with a crystal coffin, one could still see Master Bai's corpse, which was decomposing and turning black.

This is a manifestation of poisoning. This poison is very overbearing and can accelerate decay.

Therefore, the corpse cannot be preserved for too long, and can only be buried in the dusk of the day, in the dim sunset of the snowy day.

The thinness of blood makes Master Bai not eligible to enter the family's imperial mausoleum after death, and Master Bai also disdained this during his lifetime. He had confessed many years ago that after his death, he could be buried in a public mausoleum.

The crowd was mostly silent, including Bai Yundong.

The people who can come here are either Master Bai's juniors, or those who have had a heart-to-heart relationship with him. The number is not very large, but one may not need to have too many friends in one's life, just a few close friends are enough.

With the burial of the inner and outer coffins, the oppressive atmosphere around the people in front of the grave became more solemn, until a young girl couldn't control herself and cried out, which broke the oppression.

It was Tingyu who cried.

Two years have passed, and she has grown up. She should have been carefree in her youthful youth, but now with Master Bai's death, her sky has collapsed.

She knelt in front of the grave, tears falling drop by drop, extremely sad.

Next to her, stood a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. This young man was tall and straight, with a dignified appearance, dressed in extremely luxurious robes, and the jade pendant tied around his waist radiated the light of the magic weapon.

He is Chen Feiyuan.

He is the eldest grandson of the Chen family's generation. This time, Master Bai's teleportation blockade after his death was actually achieved with his full efforts.

At this moment, he clenched his fist tightly, his breathing was rapid, and the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely intense, intense to the extreme.

And in this sadness and anger, they didn't notice that in the distance of this mausoleum, there was a middle-aged man standing silently in an alley, looking at this place from a distance.

The middle-aged man was wearing a rough linen robe, he looked unattractive, his face was still a little sallow, but there was endless sadness in his eyes, his body was trembling slightly at this moment, his right hand clasped the wall beside him, and it had already been crushed.

After a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and as the sun gradually set and the dusk was about to dissipate, everyone in Yuhui Zhongbai's grave left silently.

The last ones to leave were Tingyu, Chen Feiyuan, and several of Chen Feiyuan's followers.

The middle-aged man walked forward silently. He didn't look at the people who left, and approached the public cemetery, passing by Chen Feiyuan and Tingyu during the process.

Chen Feiyuan supported Tingyu, who was still crying in grief, and also noticed Xu Qing, but he, who was in grief, didn't pay attention to it. This cemetery is very big, and many people come to mourn every day.

This is what made him even more indignant. His master, Chen Feiyuan, was actually buried here, but there was nothing he could do.

"You said, will he come..." Tingyu, in grief, wiped away her tears and whispered weakly.

"Him? Huh, he came a long time ago. He hasn't come yet. He should be like everyone else, a white-eyed wolf!" Chen Feiyuan knew who Tingyu was talking about without any thought. He gritted his teeth at this moment Open your mouth.

Tingyu was silent.

The middle-aged man walked past them silently until the people behind him went away, and he also came to Master Bai's grave, looking at the tombstone, his eyes were red.

"Teacher..." the middle-aged man murmured, his voice hoarse, and knelt down to the tombstone.

He is Xu Qing who was teleported to Zitu!

After being teleported to Zitu, Xu Qing found out the news of Master Bai's burial immediately, and came immediately, but he knew that his Taoist robe was too conspicuous, which was not conducive to tracking down the murderer.

So he changed his appearance and came here.

Looking at the tombstone at this moment, Xu Qing felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and the pain became deeper and deeper, and began to spread throughout his body.

So far in his life, he has only worshiped two tombstones, one is Team Lei and the other is Master Bai.

"Teacher, for this matter, I will find the murderer and the person behind the scenes." Xu Qing murmured bitterly. After kowtowing to the tombstone, she took out a wine gourd from her bosom and placed it in front of the grave.

"Team Lei said that you like to drink, teacher, and my disciple will accompany you." Xu Qing said, took a sip from the jug, then sprinkled it lightly on the grave, and put the jug aside.

"Teacher, my disciples have memorized all the scriptures you left behind before you left. I will remember them in my heart. I will recite them for you."

"The way of grass and trees, one of the myriad phenomena, can be the same as the Dao, knowing the nature of things, and understanding the principles of heaven."

"The first plant, Golden Newgrass, also known as Sanyezhu and Sanhancao, is the whole herb of Cyperaceae. It is a perennial herb that grows in hillside forests and wet places in the wilderness. It is distributed in the south of Nanhuang. You and Guangling states."

"The second plant, rhinoceros fire flower, also known as Yunmengsi, is a plant of the spirit fire family. It is a perennial spirit root. It can clear the lungs and relieve coughs, clear away heat and detoxify, dispel stasis and reduce swelling. It has miraculous effects on poisonous snake bites and bruises."

……

"137 plants, soul-melting mist, also known as Tianshuyan, is a rare herb in the Wusheng family, which can be used as a soul-melting mark. It is difficult to detect and remove. It is the main medicine of the Twelve Hours Sanxi Pill."

Xu Qing murmured softly, and recited the herbal medicine that she wrote down in the Cao Mu Jing.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of Master Bai reappearing in front of him, drinking wine, looking at himself with a smile, with majesty in his eyes, but he couldn't hide his relief.

"Night Corpse Morning Glory, also known as poisonous mountain root Vernonia, is the cane and root of the Asteraceae plant Vernonia venosa, a woody vine, born in the valley of the corpse, by the cold stream or in the jungle, its taste is astringent and pungent, and the mouth is slightly warm , has a sense of rot, and has the miraculous effect of cowardizing the wind and relieving the exterior, but it is poisonous in excess, and it is a typical yin and yang polar plant."

The cold wind blew, and the snowflakes fell one by one. Xu Qing's voice echoed in front of Master Bai's grave until night fell, and his shadow conveyed a wave of emotional fluctuations.

It seems to be telling him that I found it!
Xu Qing raised his head abruptly, looked silently at Master Bai's tombstone, kowtowed three times, and the moment he stood up, his whole body was astonishingly murderous, and disappeared into the night.

Not long after he left, there were several figures in the distance, and they came quickly. The one in the front was Tingyu, and behind her were Chen Feiyuan and several of his followers.

"Tingyu, did you read it wrong? How is it possible? She is now a celebrity with seven blood pupils. How could she remember the teacher here?"

"It's not wrong, I know his eyes, I recall carefully after I go back, it must be him!"

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I want to create a protagonist with a soul. The child Xu Qing has many shortcomings, such as his narrow-mindedness and cold personality, but he has his own temperature, whether it is grace or someone who will enter his heart in the future. He will cherish his partner.

He is a man of great affection and righteousness.

At the same time, I recalled my previous books, except for Immortal Rebellion and Seeking Demons, the group portraits here are not good enough, so I also want to enrich more characters in this book, such as the captain, the ancestor, and Zhang San. , such as Huangyan, they all have their own stories, weaving together to become a net, and there will be more in the future, all in my mind.

Life is like a dream, born after the dream.

Xu Qing is like this, so are we, encourage each other.

(End of this chapter)