My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

"Since you know Xiao Qin, I won't embarrass you. Remember, next time I don't care about people pretending to be Donghan Village, but if you dare to beat someone again, you can dig stones for me!"

Han Miao wants to cry but has no tears.

Han Youfu stayed with Qin Kun for a while and then left.

At the edge of the field, Han Miao was sitting on a bench eating pastries, and said in a daze, "Master Qin, you are so popular? Where is this? What happened?"

"This is another Donghan Village."

Qin Kun was talking to himself.

A space that is completely different from Donghan Village in terms of development.

Even the people in the village have changed.

Donghan Village on this causal line is unintentionally strung together with Han Miao's.

Qin Kun drank the crude tea, constantly savoring its mysteries, and felt that the surrounding fields were silent for a while.

"Is the causal line intertwined..."

There were ears of corn scattered on the table. Qin Kun twisted two of them and placed them in parallel. He felt that it was wrong, and then made a circle around the second one. After intersecting and passing through the first one, the ends separated again.

Han Miao didn't know why Qin Kun was in a daze, but it was very comfortable not to work, so he sat next to him and watched Qin Kun fiddling with the boring ears of corn quietly.

One after another, Qin Kun seemed to have found a new toy.

He seemed extremely patient, and these ears of corn were even woven into a net by Qin Kun, forming a small rag.

"Causal line... parallel space..."

Qin Kun has watched many sci-fi movies. Some blockbusters start with a matrix of earth codes placed on a plane, which are interpreted by documentaries as parallel time and space.

Qin Kun let out an 'ah', and looked at the large and small nodes on the net made of corn ears.

Those are all intersecting dots.

"Han Miao."

"Ok?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"What am I afraid of?"

"In an instant..."

"Momentary years?"

"In an instant, the years are infinitely long..."

"Dust karma reflects streamer..."

"The Kunpeng hits the dragon and swallows the elephant..."

"It's still a butterfly's dream."

Happy array!

Qin Kun slammed his horse and sat on the chair: "We are indeed worms..."

"what?"

Han Miao was even more puzzled, and suddenly saw Qin Kun raising his hand to take a picture.

With a lift and a clap, the tea on the tables and chairs exploded and turned into powder all over the sky, and Han Miao's eardrums were almost shattered.

Qin Kun stretched his ten fingers and grabbed them in the air. Countless crystal threads were caught and piled up beside him randomly. Those threads became more and more dense. Beyond the hazy silk thread, Qin Kun's hands kept flailing around, and after waving for an unknown amount of time, Han Miao realized that he and Qin Kun were the only ones left here.

There are countless colorful light spots in those silk threads, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see anything. Even if you look carefully, with your eyesight, you can only see the faint colors of less than 10 pixels.

The earth was enveloped, the blood was surging, the fire of yang qi was burning, and even the wind was caught.

Earth, water, fire and wind!

Qin Kun finally stopped.

"We are indeed worms...butterflies should stay high."

As soon as he thought about it, a huge cracking sound appeared from head to toe.

It's not that the person is broken, but the causal line wrapped around him is broken.

Han Miao saw that the surroundings seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cocoon.

Then, the cocoon split for no reason.

"A new crack in the universe..."

Qin Kun still muttered, "Sheng! Ling! Pulse!"

I have recited this mantra countless times, and I have a thorough understanding today.

Lingmai...

Mountains move on the ground, and qi moves underground.

Lingmai is the essence of mountains and rivers.

I am a Genshu, and I have cultivated into a mountain.The spiritual veins are not from the earth, but from your own!

It is a mountain itself.

Lingmai is what I have learned all over my body.

The cocoon cracked, and a purple-gold light appeared.

The surroundings are no longer independent yang or yin, he steps on yin and yang, feels all things, and all things feel Qin Kun.

"Ghosts and gods are horrified..."

"A beam of light!"

The cocoon was completely split open, and a purple-gold light came out from the cocoon.

At this moment, China, Japan, Southeast Asia, and the West.

Countless prophets and shamans who are good at divination all looked in the direction of Huaxia.

It's as if something has been born...but they can't see it clearly.

Several prophets at the top, including Nanyang White Elephant Luang Pu, the prophet of the Yinshan Priory, and the priests of the Holy See, suddenly saw a butterfly in their divination devices.

What is this omen?

No one could explain their doubts, and no one could explain Han Miao's doubts.

Because the next moment, Han Miao felt like he was flying.

Are butterflies supposed to stay high?

This is a sentence Han Miao heard from Qin Kun before.

It was inexplicable, the words that were muttered by gods and gods, not long after they finished speaking, they really stayed at a high place!

Looking down, dozens, no, hundreds, no, tens of thousands of Donghan villages are arranged in a matrix, neatly stacked, and appear in front of you.

In the Priory of Mount Xion, the prophet suddenly opened his eyes: "That butterfly is about to flap its wings!"

He inserted the magic weapon into the water in front of him and stirred it suddenly!

The white elephant Luang Pu also tremblingly stretched out his hand, trying to pull out the butterfly's wings in the flames.

Qin Kun raised his head, and countless Donghan villages appeared between heaven and earth, giving him a broader vision.

"I see!"

Qin Kun laughed.

The next moment, there was a stick in the air, stirring constantly.

The surrounding heat wave churned, and his consciousness seemed to be boiling.

The sea of ​​boiling souls?

Qin Kun saw countless Donghan villages being smashed to pieces. If this continues, he may not be able to go back.

"roll!"

Raising his hand, Qin Kun's palm grew infinitely bigger, he grasped the stick, and snapped it.

In the secret room of the Xion Mountain Manor, the Prophet took out the half-remained magic weapon from the water, and was dazed.

Qin Kun felt that floating here was very tiring, and he fell quickly.

Suddenly a hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed towards him.

"Is it over?"

With a palm strike, White Elephant Luang Pu's hand was broken and he retracted from the flames. He rubbed the painful bone and sighed slightly.

whoosh-

Almost instantly, Qin Kun fell back to Donghan Village.

"Master Qin... What happened just now? Why don't we fly for a while... It's still a bit cold to go back."

The surrounding area was full of smoke, and Qin Kun kicked Han Miao's ass.

Han Miao scrambled and rushed out of the thick smoke, and when he looked up, it was his daughter-in-law, Fen'er, with Ning Bo and Goddess Ma standing beside him.

Uh……

came back?

Come back after less than half a day's work?

Chapter 1337 Ma Xiaohua, a Bronze Art Family

Sang Yucheng, a family of bronze art.

Ma Xiaohua was sitting in the backyard, holding her grandson in her arms.

In addition to the large and small copper bells scattered, there are other copper artworks.Almost all the brass products in the temples and Taoist temples in Beidi were contracted by the Ma family.

There are quite a few busy apprentices, and these are not from the secret sect. Among Ma Xiaohua's true disciples, a few know that the master seems to be a witch in addition to his copper-making skills. They don't know why, because they can rely on craftsmanship The master who eats always wears floral clothes and wears flowers and powder to be a witch.

They didn't dare to ask, because the master was very strict, especially when this question was mentioned, they would almost always be scolded.

"Are they all female disciples?" Qin Kun asked.

"Copper belongs to gold, gold produces water, and women's copper making will flourish. Of course, it is the old generation's saying. The Zhong family has been making copper for a living for so many years. The Fabo incense burner, Zhumen copper nails, Ma Yongjiang's generation, the Zhong family During the heyday, when that generation accompanied Tiangou and Jinyiwei on good terms, most of the expenses in the palace were covered by us."

Mentioning the glory of the Zhong family, Ma Xiaohua smiled smugly. The simple old lady is also proud of her teacher.

"Actually, the ancestor of the Zhong family was originally a minting slave. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the world was in chaos. The ancestor got rid of his slave status and hid in Fuyu Mountain. Because of his ability, he minted legal money on the mountain at first. Later, I heard that he followed the first generation. The head of the family has learned the ability to catch ghosts..."

The story too early can only be a story, because it is too long to be tested, Qin Kun nodded slightly, he has never asked about the Zhong family in detail, thinking that they used to play illusions, who knows that they still have family skills.

"In addition to these apprentices, other disciples also have their own skills. Doors, windows, screens, handrails and guardrails are also in business. Bronze art, many people like it."

It was afternoon, and the three of them had arrived at Ma Xiaohua's yard from Donghan Village.

Because Qin Kun said that Han Miao was fine, Ma Xiaohua and Ning Buwei were very curious about how Qin Kun solved it. Qin Kun just said, "When I came back, I pulled out all the extra ears of corn" without explaining.

so...

Now that Qin Kun has become more and more advanced, not only can the two of them not understand, they can't even understand his words.

"Master, there is one more thing. The yin-yang wall there is about to crack. You also know that the area around Sangyu is Beilongyao. Is it really all right?"

"Don't worry, those ears of corn are inserted too much to make the yin and yang wall split. Pull it out and it will be fine."

Qin Kun played with the copper pot and felt that it felt quite good.

God damn ear of corn...what the hell is it...

Ning Buwei looked at Ma Xiaohua, and there was a clear sentence in his eyes: Junior sister, do you understand?

Ma Xiaohua's eyes were naturally helpless: Brother, I didn't.

It would be offensive to ask again, Qin Kun is the contemporary speaker of Fuyu Mountain, he said it's all right, if he questioned it again, it would be just to annoy the other party, there is no need to do that.

"Grandma, this uncle has braids, only girls have braids!"

Ma Xiaohua's grandson doesn't seem to like this kind of lifeless chat. In the past, Grandpa Ning would tease him when he came, but now Grandpa Ning doesn't say a word next to that uncle, and he is not enthusiastic about him. He attributes the reason to Qin Kun.