[Perak Nangong Mu] Threshold

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The damp and sticky rain rose from the muddy soil like a dizzying aroma.He seemed to be caught in a net, even when he was weaving a web with care.

The young man is floating in the sea of ​​corpses at this moment, covered with the blood of countless people: some are still flowing, sliding down the sword body inserted deep into the soil; .

The sky is a misty color near daytime, slightly cold, like the desolation after a slaughter.

Hundred miles empty.

Then the empty space is split by the singing of birds, and the chaos ends.

The beast he planned to capture was coming from a secret area beyond Middle Earth. He could hear the slight sound of the long clothes dragging the ground and the rustling sound of the cloth, which traveled thousands of miles and stopped beside him.

The cold hands gently brushed the neck, and the sharp nails pressed against the Adam's apple, piercing the throat in an instant.

He felt himself almost drowning.

"Entering my Ximiao, life or death." His king said with a low smile, "Do your best to prove that you chose a way of life."

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Xiaoman today.

A few days away from the south of the Yangtze River, the old Jingye was foggy.

There is also white mist in spring and summer in Ximiao, like a white snake coiled on the hot and humid soil, spitting snake letters at a leisurely pace.Because it is humid and hot in four seasons, there are also many exotic grasses, which are nourished by the dead, and gather the five poisons to flourish.

No sooner had Pingsheng stepped out of the bamboo house than he saw a clump of poisonous grass leaves, and a beautiful woman beside the flowers and trees was also poisonous.

The white mist lightly and thinly moistens all kinds of scenery, and the mountains and rivers are verdant and misty.

The people are decorated with thick ink and heavy colors, with black hair, deep eyes, and high noses. The handsome features are more profound and distinct than those of the Central Plains people, and they have a cold and coldness.His clothes are not very complicated, just a black ink like splashed ink, which complements his fierce and glamorous appearance. His standing posture is like a cypress, and he seems to use the flesh as a sharp edge, cutting the rain and fog into two pieces with confidence.

"People in the Central Plains say that the Pope of Ximiao has three good things: he likes to seek longevity, he likes to conquer poison from all over the world, and he likes to eat human flesh and blood." The human devil who escaped from the Central Plains said, "I never thought that Yiliu would pick up people'Luyi' obsession."

The man said indifferently: "If you pick it up and use it, Yiliu can give you an official. If you pick it up and it's useless, you can use it as a test medicine. But are you the former or the latter?"

Ping Ping couldn't help but smile: "Oh, going out of Ximiao is killing people and killing people. If I eat idle food, it will become medicine residue. I have no choice. If there is anything useful, it's just a life-saving kung fu, full of intrigues and tricks. Having said that, I still have two small questions to ask you in turn. The master of Yiliu, dare to ask your Xi Miao, can he accommodate a demon full of evil, and he can resist thousands of people? A weapon to do justice for the sky?"

The leader of Yiliu raised his eyebrows, and drew his blade like frost.

"Good and evil toilets, in what world is there no such thing? Fragrant white lotus may not be pure and good, and the word "evil" may not be able to tell the truth. As for the righteous way of the Central Plains? The people I want to keep, can they move?"

It sounds very arrogant.

But he also has the qualifications to be crazy.

Decades ago, Ximiao was just a small border land, where various ethnic groups lived together, each serving their own gods, and there was no authority.More than ten years ago, this man was scattered among various tribes with the power of a single religion. After the destruction of the Ximiao God and Beast Clan, the people here only followed the lead of the Yiliu Hei Sect. , A poisonous snake that makes the Central Plains Zhengdao vigilant day and night.

In the past five years, the two most popular topics among people in Jianghu are the Yiliu Black School, which is rumored to use living people to refine medicine, and the other is to cut off the five ruthless people and devils who recognize Pingsheng.Right now, two people who make people who hear it look ashamed gather together in this abyss of poison. One has a small hole and a candle, arrogantly looking at the world, and the other emerges suddenly and harbors evil intentions-I don't know which one is more poisonous.

"Thanks to the great love of the leader. Ximiao Tibetan dragon crouching tiger, in order to live and die, I must admit that I must not hide my clumsiness." Ping Pingsheng poured a cup of tea. fishy smell. "For example, the sect leader's hands are so poisonous that people don't realize it. It's really scary."

He sighed half-truth, half-falsely, with a slight smile, leisurely shaking the fine powder off the rim of the cup.

"It's just a small poison, it's nothing to worry about." The leader of Yiliu wiped away the remaining poison, and watched the poor man turn his sleeves to remove the needle, weighing whether the other party was worthy of his rare whim. "Jian Pingsheng, who was able to escape under the order of King Zhonglie to kill, is definitely not mediocre and incompetent. You might as well try Xi Miao's hospitality."

Recognizing Pingsheng responded calmly.He seems to be lazy by nature, he is reluctant to put in too much effort, and he doesn't pay much attention when walking the needle. The stone needle is like a dragonfly gliding over water, fast and slow.But based on Master Yiliu's understanding of Central Plains medicine, although this acupuncture method is strange and dangerous, if you are not careful, you will enter the door of death, just like the laziness of that person who wiped the black blood off his lips after half a cup of tea, it is extremely beautiful.

Beautiful needle, beautiful people.

Maybe we should also praise Vicious.

"It's so tricky, so poisonous." Ziping swallowed the salty cold tea whole, "Is the leader still satisfied?"

"Yes." He turned to ask, "You killed the Ximiao mythical beast clan?"

Recognizing Pingsheng forced out the residual poison: "To ask for shelter, you should give a certificate that suits your wishes. In the land of Ximiao, there is a balance between politics and religion. If you want to make Yiliu an absolute belief, you must make the old belief disappear. On the face of it, Yiliu did not do anything, but it must be known that it is related to Yiliu, isn't it?"

Brightness has nothing to do with Yiliu, and Jueren uses it as a basis to provoke quarrels; Darkness has nothing to do with Yiliu, which makes people worry and frighten, so as to block people's mouths and change their beliefs and sects.

"This gift is accepted by Yiliu." It is indeed satisfactory, but it is also doubtful if it is too favorable, "You recover from your injuries first, and I will come back in ten days."

The leader of Yiliu waved his sleeves and left the meeting.

The summer wind is like a smoke, and when it blows on the face, it feels cool.When Zeng Ping left the Central Plains, she didn't hold the old pipe that never left her body, her hands were empty, and she felt uncomfortable, so she could only look coldly at the figure gradually fading into the white mist.

Sri Lankan step, open all over the bones.

The cold white light on it made the eyes feel cold.

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The incense is gone.

The Gu worm penetrated into the skin along the incision, and the pale skin heaved and heaved as it squirmed.After half a column of incense is exhausted, the Gu worms go back the same way and turn into black water when exposed to the body.The dryness and heat dissipated in the strange fragrance gradually subsided, Pope Ximiao straightened the volumes that had been knocked down before, and when the breath calmed down, a finger wind popped up, and the thousands of filaments hanging in the sky vibrated, and the trembling sound was inaudible.

The elder with the cane appeared in the hall in a short while, and as always declined the young pope's proposal to invite him to sit side by side: "A king has the majesty of a king. No one is allowed to set foot on the side of the Ximiao throne."

The latter raised his forehead, smiled and said: "I have introduced Xing Weng as a confidant, so should the confidantes also be limited by the difference of this foot? Well, the decision of my respectful heart is up to you. "

The elder raised his hood: "It's just that rituals cannot be broken. What about the endless poison?"

"It's still within the controllable range, Xing Weng doesn't have to worry." The leader of Yiliu shook off his long sleeves to cover up the knife marks without hesitation, and his brows and eyes were calm and breezy like those who are in control of the overall situation.

"I heard that the two old friends of Mizutaki Ying are very concerned about your recent situation. With all due respect, in your current situation, it is indeed too much for a murderous and untrustworthy Pingsheng to face the King Zhonglie."

"It's a matter of time before the Central Plains stamps the imprint of the black faction. Recognition of Pingsheng is just an opportunity to come into being. The world regards the loyal king Huzheng as a gentleman. A gentleman responds to everyone, and the world follows him. But a gentleman also has his shackles. He is not good, disdains cunning It’s not a problem. As for the recognition of Pingsheng...it’s really a ‘human devil’ who talks and laughs and takes people’s lives.” He slowly retracted the knife into its sheath, and commented with interest, “After all, the black faction has become the guard he uses at will? A, or he will become the sharpest sword under the command of the black faction, I will wait and see."

The outside of the hall is suddenly like day, but it is not the end of the long night.The shocking lightning was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, leaping vertically above the main hall obliquely, dragging out a bleak and faint light.The gust of wind whizzed, the shadows of the trees, thousands of silver threads all shot out in an instant, and Xi Miao seemed to be imprisoned in the huge canopy, sleepy and unable to escape.

He saw the human demon in the rain curtain.

The demon of the world stood in the rain with a broken iron zither in his arms, several fresh bloodstains on his robe, and because of his three-pointed smile, the black ink tattoo under his left eye was lined with no hostility.The strings have been slanted and incomplete, and the zither music has not stopped. The qin player is fingering the thunderbolt, playing a que kill, and the mood is still leisurely, only the occasional flashes of lightning reveal the coldness behind.

It's winter, snow.

The Ximiao people thought it was a vision.

The author has something to say: After thinking about it because of his obsession with Nangong Mu, let's just publish the ancient chapter of Bo Coffin.