The strongest mortician

The environment inside the carriage was not good, the air was cloudy, and the leaky curtains couldn't resist the choking dust from the rapid march.Two rows of benches face each other, normally four people on one side are just right.The current situation is weird and unpredictable.

I saw six people squeezed tightly on the right side of the carriage, half of the body of the person on the farthest side was hanging outside the carriage, bumping along with the carriage, and if one didn’t pay attention, he had to be careful not to be crushed into a meatloaf by the team behind him. .

There were two people sitting loosely on the left side, a big man with bulging muscles, glaring at the person next to him.The other folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest, paying no attention to his surroundings.Obviously they didn't know each other, because the atmosphere was already tense.

"Boy, I advise you to be more sensible. You are thin-skinned and tender, not enough for me to punch you." The big man's voice was menacing, and no one dared to doubt the authenticity of his words. As soon as this reckless man got on the car, he broke the car The armrest inside, the iron armrest as thick as a baby's arm, is like tofu in his hands, and it will turn into slag when he squeezes it.

The people in the car were driven aside by him and did not dare to resist. Those who came to be the embalmers in the field were often people with too poor aptitude to practice.Who dares to resist?

It was a young boy who was aggrieved and was pulled and pressed down by the people next to him.In the entire carriage, there was only one person who did not move. The compromising person on the other side looked sympathetically at the young man who was too delicate to be real. It's a pity that this young man...

Shen Shen closed his eyes, a trace of invisible air lingered around him, getting thicker and thicker, condensing around his dantian, forming a golden cocoon.

If there are people from the Buddhist sect here, they will definitely exclaim loudly, the merits and virtues of ordinary Buddhist practice for forty or fifty years may not be so pure.Shen Shen was secretly startled, the exercises bestowed on him by his master seemed to be tailor-made for him, the spiritual rootless aptitude and yin body, which the world despises and despises, have instead become his most powerful treasures.

After absorbing the supernatural powers of the child who was encoffined, by the standards of the practice world, he might have reached the level of the foundation-building stage.

A gust of wind brushed past his cheeks, and his body reacted and avoided before he realized that the visitor was not good.Shen Shen opened his eyes suddenly, a golden light flashed from them, and the dimples were stained with frost.

The carriage still didn't stop, Shen Shen stood in the carriage, but walked on the ground, if he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been kicked out of the carriage by now.One plan failed, and without giving Shen Shen any time to breathe, the reckless man's bowl-sized fists were aimed at the fragile neck at a tricky angle.

"Be careful—" the boy exclaimed.

The bloody scene that everyone had imagined did not appear, the huge fist of the reckless man was held by a slender white hand.

With a light wave of that hand, the two-foot-tall man was thrown onto the ground and hit the carriage, making a loud "dong".The big man struggled and couldn't get up for a while, no matter how stupid a person is, he should know that he might have kicked the iron plate.

Shen Shen looked around inside the carriage, a group of people were sitting on the right side of the carriage huddled together. "Sit as you want." Hua Luo continued to return to the original position, closing his eyes and resting his mind.The young man who had sounded the reminder before was full of admiration, and boldly sat next to Shen Shen, observing carefully, seeing that the master didn't respond, he jumped for joy in a small voice.The others looked at each other and took their seats one after another.

"Why are you arguing, looking for death?" The coachman driving the carriage is a veteran in the army, and everyone dared not offend. His deep eyes lifted a slit and swept lightly towards the ground. The big man was very interesting, and he replied loudly: "I'm sorry, Mr. The little one fell asleep and accidentally fell."

"Tsk, be honest with me!" The veteran didn't ask any further.

The car swayed violently, everyone was unsteady, only one person remained motionless, as calm as the wind.

The car stopped.

The dilapidated city walls, the old blue bricks and stones have been soaked in the blood and boiling oil of the war for too long, and the original color can no longer be seen.

The word "Yicheng" is sharp and powerful, and the strokes of the brush are moving like dragons and snakes, reflecting the city card on the black background, and the spirit of killing iron and blood rushes towards the face. Those who can write these two characters with a pen are by no means ordinary people.On such a city wall with a heavy history, there are a few soldiers standing lazily, one by one.

"All the bastards here, come down to work." A one-eyed corporal in the army got off his horse, pulled out the leather whip from his waist, spit out the grass stalk he was holding in his mouth, and whipped the whip on the wheel of the carriage.

Everyone was silent, got out of the car one by one, and consciously stood in a row. This kind of treatment was already doomed from the moment they became morticians. Obedience can reduce the pain of flesh and blood, which is everyone's default survival rule for morticians.Even the brawny man who used his strength to bully everyone and show off his power in the car was honest and didn't dare to make trouble at the moment.

Shen Shen was dragged down by the young boy beside him. He was reluctant until——the young boy took out a candy from his bag in a hurry.

That little boy like a brother is still shouting, saying how could a master like to eat something that a child likes you.Before the words fell, Shen Shen took the candy from the young boy's palm and stuffed it into his mouth. His fair cheeks were bulging, and a small bulge protruded from his right cheek. He had a serious expression on his face, as if he was doing something that required seriousness. An important practice to deal with.

The eyes flashed brightly from time to time, and he completely lost the demeanor of a "master". The little boy's elder brother is a gentle and gentle young man. He looked at his younger brother and then at the "master". Can't help it... want to touch the head of the master.

At this time, when the sun was at its strongest at noon, all the soldiers, except those on patrol, found a cool place to refresh, and only a group of them stood neatly under the sun.

The one-eyed corporal holding a whip was standing under the shade of a tree bragging to his acquaintances in the garrison. From time to time, he swung the whip and hit the ground with "slaps" to remind everyone that he was watching.

"Hey brother, this is a good place for you. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. You can do whatever you want." Cyclops and the garrison army are not too close to them. The conversation between the two fell into my ears.

The garrison army laughed and said: "Where is a fellow countryman, you can live comfortably. Our leisure is leisure, but leisure means that there is no oil and water. They are all poor ghosts." The two praised each other for a while.

The venomous sunlight is peeling off the skin for ordinary people, but it is deep but feels nothing. The flame pattern on the palm is slightly hot, and the whole person is warm, as comfortable as soaking in hot spring water.

But other people are different. Most of the embalmers are ordinary people. For a moment, the weak can't hold on anymore. A thin man in the queue rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. Go to help him to be stopped.

"Don't help him, you bastards who live on nothing." One Eye lashed out with a whip, the whip made a sound of wind, and there were barbs on it. When the whip came down, the skin would peel off even if it was not dead.

The young boy closed his eyes in fright, the expected pain did not come, and the whip was cut off halfway.One Eye twitched a few times, but the whip didn't move at all, it was held in a small hand like a scallion.The owner of the hand has a calm expression, neither arrogant nor impetuous.Looking at him, the hot weather is also a little cool.For a while, the two were at a stalemate, and the expression on One Eye's face became more and more ugly.At this moment——

"Master Immortal Master is here, quickly retreat." The garrison army's complexion changed slightly, and he pulled his one-eyed eye. He looked at Shen Shen: "Don't make trouble, boy, that is a big shot that none of us can afford."

The fire in the palm of the hand is about to stir, it is really not suitable to cause trouble before you can't figure out the depth. Thinking of this, Shen Shen let go of the situation, and the green flame that had just emerged was extinguished.The one-eyed eyes gouged out Shen Shen with resentment, counting the white-faced boy as lucky, he didn't know that the lucky one was actually himself, and narrowly escaped the catastrophe.

Due to the limited space in the city, most of the new troops were stationed outside the city. The commander's tent was lifted up, and the general in fine iron armor waited respectfully at the door.The soldiers even lowered their heads and did not dare to vent their anger, for fear of disturbing the immortal master.

Shen Shen maintained the original posture, his back was as straight as a green pine, and he raised his eyes to scan the dark back of his head, everyone lowered their heads, no one thought that someone would be so bold, so no one found that Shen Shen was out of place.

The visitor is dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe that is not stained with dust, black hair like splashed ink is bound by a white jade crown, skin color is flawless like fresh snow, half of his face is hidden under a silver mask, and the exposed half of his face has exquisite lines, perfect lips, and beautiful color .The eyelashes are like a crow's feathers, and the eyes are like a cold pool.

As if feeling something, he turned his head, his gaze was unbiased, and met Shen Shen who was probing the back of his head.Shen Shen was not at all embarrassed of being caught, and his dark and moist eyes did not have too many complicated emotions, just a touch of curiosity.

He is a brave young man.He was born to look down on all living beings, aloof.No one dared to stare at him for so long, but the young man's eyes were too clear, he couldn't feel bad, his heart rate beat for no reason, and then recovered quickly.

Bai Dianlin looked away calmly, feeling strange in his heart, not a magic cultivator, not a sorcerer, no spiritual root, not even a monk.But he felt a familiar shadow in this young man, a strange and indescribable attraction.

"My lord, you don't need to be too polite." The voice was like ice and jade. The fairy in white entered the big tent first, followed by the armored commander.

Although the coach has a good appearance, his eyes are a bit dark and black, his footsteps are weak, even if he has stepped into the practice half a step, he has been addicted to drinking and sex all year round without training, and the comfortable life has already hollowed out his body. The coach smiled, Ingratiatingly said: "Your Majesty is here, and the plants are full of brilliance. The villain should do his best to entertain you. As for what the Venerable said, the villain has sent people to search around, but no traces have been found. Why don't the Venerable be here here?" Stay for a few days..."

The immortal in white thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.The general was overjoyed, Venerable Xuanling, except for the core members of his own family, the Bai family, no one has seen his true face, the silver mask and the most precious fairy sword "Qinghe" of the Qingwei School, his temperament is cold and dusty, and he is full of arrogance and inhumanity.

This general was originally an outer sect disciple of the Qingwei sect, but when he reached his age, he was stranded and put down the mountain. He had seen this lord from a distance once, and he remembered it firmly in his heart. If you talk again, you won't bother me any more.

After the person left, Bai Dianlin's spiritual power was shaken. Lingbo removed the filth and ups and downs in the tent, and sat cross-legged on the couch. According to the hexagrams of the elders in the door, he hit death, a ray of life, and the location of the life is exactly It is Yicheng in the borderlands.

The familiar irritability, bloodthirsty impulse, Bai Dianlin's chest was clamoring and restless, his black temples were stained with cold sweat, the noble and unattainable fairy in white was a little embarrassed, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he came again.

With a wave of the long sleeves, a strange thing out of place appeared on the long table, with a square wooden base, and a large golden horn on the base. "Enlarged version, under the big horn on the base, there is a black ring-shaped object, with arc-shaped grooves regularly arranged on it.

With a flick of the slender fingers of the white-clothed immortal, the needle on the right side of the base obediently entered the groove of the black disc.The bell of good night, the retro female voice, the rhythm is gradually rising——

"The night is drawing to a close—"

"The leak is almost gone—"

"It's about to end in a blink of an eye—"

Under Bai Dianlin's silver mask, his tightly frowned brows relaxed comfortably.And Shen Shen, who had just received the embalmer's embalming tools in the logistics tent, suddenly turned his head, his gaze was as real as it was, passing through the obstruction of the tent, towards the direction of the main tent——

It's been a long time since I heard it, his old vinyl, his "Good Night Song".