Heaven is fearless

When talking about his own death, the King of Ghosts showed a trembling indifference on his face, as if what he was talking about was a trivial matter, even the blooming of flowers and plants on the roadside was more worthy of attention than this.

Yuan Hua stood downstairs, listening to the calm voice above through a sandalwood floor and stacked glazed tiles.

"In troubled times, human life is less valuable than grass. The victims are displaced and seek refuge with their relatives and friends. Most of those who cannot find a way to survive become bandits and make a living by occupying mountain roads. Most of the vagrants stared at me, and most of the servants around me died here, I thought that was where my bones were buried, and it happened that Tianheng passed by here."

"At that time, he hadn't inherited the title. He was just a young priest of the Witch Clan. He was eleven or twelve years old. He was lively and disobedient. He didn't even pay attention to the stars."

"He sneaked away from the witches to play, and happened to see me suffer..." Mr. Xiyi paused when he said this, his expression was a little strange, with pity and hatred, "Young people are high-spirited and don't believe in heaven and ghosts. Among the witches who believe in the fate of the stars, there will be one or two rebels."

"He saw that my star trail should end here, but he insisted on saving me."

The ghost king always speaks with a playful and frivolous flavor on weekdays, and the tone of his sentences seems to follow a certain elegant and ancient rhythm, which sounds like a brisk chant without rhyme, but when he said this, his voice was calm, that A strange and elegant tone was highlighted without any concealment, like a clash of jade.

Buried in the years long ago, there was such a mountain forest where refugees gathered. At that time, the world was in turmoil, and the clothes were traveling to the south. Huma from the north set foot on the beautiful mountains and rivers. The rich kings carved with gold and jade were burned in a certain place On a starry night, the flames illuminating the sky are reflected in the hasty pupils of the sons and daughters of the aristocratic family.

The nobles who fled from the royal capital fell into the vast land like shattered beads, and the son of the family who only brought a few chariots and horses with him looked back at the way he came, only to see a vast expanse of smoke and dust.

In troubled times, no valuable identity can compare to the food on the frame. It is normal for a convoy protected by a dozen people to be robbed by refugees. The guards in the convoy are strong and the refugees are yellow and thin. There is no suspense at all, the family member who had a premonition that he was about to die here sighed regretfully, and when he was about to kill himself with a sword, a horse came from a distance.

The horse was an ordinary mongrel, with a yellow and white mane, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short.

The person on its back is an extraordinary family. The young boy is dressed in light purple clothes, with exotic silver ornaments on his hair and around his waist. A beautiful doll in red and hanging colors, but it doesn't look feminine at all.

I don't know what miraculous method he used, but in an instant, the vicious refugees all around disappeared, leaving only the people who were suddenly saved looking at each other in despair and bewilderment.

"Xing Xing told me that you are going to die, but I don't believe it. You are so handsome, and you will live a long life." The young boy smiled lively and raised his chin proudly, "I am your lifesaver ! The storybook says that you will ask me to repay your favor in the future! I live in the Far East—oh, you are a mortal, you don’t know this place.”

He tilted his head, blinked a pair of clear and childish round eyes twice, and smiled happily: "Hey, it doesn't matter, I'll come to you later!"

The rescued Young Master Xu San looked at the young boy, and solemnly promised: "But I have an order, Xu Shiyan will give up his life and die, and he will do whatever he wants."

But he died anyway.

Yuan Hua thought calmly, the lord witch rescued him from the refugees, but then he met bandits, and after that, he didn't know what he met and turned into a ghost.

If the witch master didn't save him at that time, would he turn into a ghost later?

If he doesn't transform into a ghost, he won't be able to prolong the life of the witch master, and then the longevity fortune that the previous witch master predicted for him will not be valid.

Since he should have been rescued, why did his star path stop there? ——But if the witch master hadn't seen that his star trail was about to be broken, he wouldn't have taken the trouble to save him.

This matter is like a circle of paradox, and the more you think about it, the more frightening you become.

The ghost king briefly explained the cause and effect in a few words. Tu Zhao was silent for a long time after hearing this, and suddenly asked: "Listen to Mr. Xiyi, Tianheng Xingjun was healthy when he was young, which is completely different from what he is now."

As soon as this question came out, the air on the roof seemed to freeze, Mr. Xiyi pursed his lips, and the surroundings were silent, only the wind from the extreme east was blowing by.

"There's nothing I can't say. Because he changed the star path for me that time and prolonged my life for three days, he suffered from the backlash of his soul and became weak and sick. He also forgot about me who caused him to come here."

The Ghost King's voice was calm, neither sad nor happy when talking about this matter.

The witch lord broke the body of the soul, and exchanged hundreds of years of health for him to live three more days in troubled times, which was less than half an hour.

The world is unpredictable, but this is the end.

Xi Yi was talking slowly, but his spiritual consciousness stayed on Yuan Hua's body. Seeing the red-clothed and black-haired ghost standing there for a while, Xi Yi breathed a sigh of relief and drifted away. He got up, raised a finger against the other's shoulder, pushed Tu Zhao who was in the way aside, and said lightly: "The story is over, the child goes back to sleep."

Tu Zhao didn't refute the title "children" without saying a word, and then left after bowing his hands in a serious salute, leaving the moonlit roof to the ghost king who was alone.

When he was about to jump down to the courtyard, he looked back in a strange way. The moon in the wilderness was a bit big and clear. Under this huge and bright moon, the ghost king in black clothes sat on the back of the chi beast, and his wide sleeves were rolled up and scattered. , the rough and desolate moonlight in the extreme east fell on him and became a short song in the rouge pink building in the south of the Yangtze River, embracing him in a halo like broken silver, as if to melt into eternal ice and snow and condense with this building .

lonely.

Tu Zhao suddenly thought, whether it is the master, the ghost king, the demon king, or even the witch master who has only met once, no matter whether they are as indifferent as Cang Xue, or playful and arrogant, they all have the ultimate in their bones. loneliness.

There are thousands of roads, and those who can reach this level are those who are used to loneliness. They have suffered all the hardships of fate, starting from a small and difficult situation, and finally attaining the road.

He paused here, and Xi Yi over there suddenly raised his brows and glanced at him quietly.

——What's going on, Tu Zhao is thinking about him again?It felt like being poked in the waist.

Tu Zhao, whose spiritual consciousness was in harmony with the way of heaven for a short time, suddenly felt that the bottleneck was loosened, and his cultivation base, which had not increased for a long time, climbed a little bit, and the spiritual power in the Dan Palace flowed more and more cheerfully.

A small vortex of spiritual power spread out centered on Tu Zhao, and he quickly jumped down the patio and returned to his room, just in time to miss Xi Yi's eyes filled with relief——Cultivate hard, and he will inherit the great lineage of immortality in the future!

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The witch master recovered from his illness, and the matter of leaving for Kunlun Mountain was put on the agenda. In the next few days, the young master of the Taisu Sword Sect retreated in his room, but the ghost king occasionally wandered around the main building, and went wherever there was no excitement. drill.

He was originally born in a family of Zhongming Dingshi, and he has never seen anything good, and because he is the youngest son in the family, his parents and elder brothers love him so much, he is proficient in various ways of having fun, and within two days he played with the simple and honest Wu people , helping them to fool the merchants from outside, using various tricks and routines to frighten the merchants, and bought a lot of unnecessary things at high prices in a daze.

Xu Shixi would sometimes follow him, but most of the time he was still with Yougou. In the name of treating illnesses, he almost got out the genealogy of the Wu tribe from the simple and straightforward Yougou.

The more clichéd he was, the more he felt that his younger brother was about to fall.

Not to mention anything else, I heard that the shaman has a close friend who has clearly admitted to the outside world—Ming Xiao, the lord of the Taisu Sword Sect in Kunlun Mountains. It is responsive to the sword master's request, and even willing to hand over the formation that will not be passed on to the clan.

Such a deep friendship is not easily accepted by outsiders.

But I heard that Sword Master Mingxiao has been missing for several years, if he never shows up again, then his silly younger brother can just become the new best friend of Lord Wizard, thinking about it this way, it is not impossible.

Xu Shixi took the medicine bowl from Yougou's hand, shook it lightly, watched the dark brown medicine juice make circles of small ripples, slightly bent his eyes, and the mirror-like medicine reflected Xu Ergong's people and animals. A harmless and gentle smile, Yougou turned around and saw this smile, and couldn't help but be puzzled: "You guys are weird, Huokubaba's medicine is also funny?"

Xu Shixi replied gently: "If you drink the medicine, you will recover, shouldn't you be happy?"

Yougou sighed twice, and patted him on the shoulder: "You have a high level of ideological awareness! If only the high priest is like this! Oh, I have to remember what I said, and I will tell the high priest next time. "

The smile on Xu Shixi's face froze for a moment, he held his breath and drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp, Junxiu's face contorted, and he quickly said goodbye to You Gou as if nothing had happened, then turned his head and threw away the medicine in the gambling room in the building. The younger brother flipped out.

The Wu people have no interest in gambling. Although they have built a gambling house, it is for foreign customers. The witch masters bought silver mines and other mineral veins, and they had to spend a lot of money like water.

Over time, the Wu clan turned out to be a money jar for muffled fortunes.

The first floor of the main building was as wide as a small city. Xu Shixi stood in the empty square and looked around. After a little thought, he found a direction and walked there. Sure enough, he saw Xi Yi in a gambling house on a certain street.

Even in a crowded gambling house, the ghost king's posture is quite different from others.

The gamblers around were all red-eyed, staring at the dice on the table, yelling unintelligible words in their mouths, their cheeks were flushed with excitement and high fever, their sleeves were rolled up on their arms, and there was a tense relationship between them. With her chest tight to her back, she circled the gaming table and waved her fists.

The King of Ghosts, who was seated as the banker, was wearing a robe with wide sleeves, and the wide sleeves were scattered on the armrest. He stepped on the chair with one leg, his arm resting on his knee, and he was lazily looking at the table. With a faint smile, he held a long pole in his free right hand, which was used to pull the chips on the table.

It was obvious that the crowd around the table was terribly crowded, but no one dared to squeeze beside him, as if some invisible aura forcefully isolated them.

"It's a bet! It's decided to leave—" he shouted in a drawn out voice. When he said this, the smirk on his face was even worse. It was obviously a nobleman in beautiful clothes. , but at this moment he was mingling with the people around him in a sloppy manner.

Beside him stood a little boy with pink make-up and jade, holding a plate of crookedly cut fruits in his hand, and from time to time he used a small stick to fork them into his mouth, and he took them away without even looking at them.

"Hiss...it's a little sour..." He took a bite of the fruit that the little boy gave him, chewed it twice, wrinkled his pretty face and puffed out his mouth to complain.

"Then don't eat this." The child is only about seven or eight years old, and he has a very good temper. He is still a child, but he is familiar with taking care of the adults next to him. He even stretched out his hand, motioning Xiyi to spit out the sour fruit into his hands.

Xi Yi lazily turned his face to the side, swallowed the fruit in twos and twos, and opened his mouth to him with a smile: "Ah—"

Xu Shixi at the door: "..."

If he is not mistaken, this child is not born.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which of these two people was the adult.

After being raised well for a period of time and then put on clean new clothes, Busheng looks no different from the noble young man, except that his clothes are always made a little longer, just covering the tiger's mouth, and the neckline is also tight. Tightly covering the skin underneath, he is good-looking, with long and curly eyelashes, big eyes, and his whole body is as delicate as a doll, which is very popular among the Wu people.

Busheng lowered his head seriously, turning a blind eye to the noisy and chaotic atmosphere of the casino around him, just focusing on observing the plate in his hand, judging which piece of fruit is sweeter, and occasionally looking up to see what Xiyi is doing.

In this casino, the atmosphere around these two people was surprisingly harmonious.

"Hey--"

A burst of long sighs and short sighs came from the crowd, and the people surrounding the city suddenly sighed loudly. This sigh was swept up like a small whirlwind. Only Xiyi was still smiling, and he used a pole to clear all the chips on the table. Pulling it in front of him, the broken silver bills and bamboo chips formed a small mountain on his left: "The banker takes all, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

As he said that, he casually stuffed the rolls of those huge denomination banknotes into his sleeves without raising his eyelids: "I'll give you money from your own house."

Busheng lowered his head to look at the banknotes, rolled them up, and stuffed them into his sleeves. He had a small face with baby fat, and dark gold fine sand in his big black eyes. Liu Liu: "Well, Your Majesty Yang Jun."

Xi Yi let out a "huh", casually tapped the table with the long pole again to signal the dealer to continue, leaned on the chair without even looking back, and said arrogantly and reservedly: "I need you to support me?"

After thinking about it for a while, Busheng said in a childish voice, "I will take care of your money from now on."

Xi Yi rolled his eyes, raised his hand and pushed all the chips in his hand onto the table. Amid the sound of the broken chips colliding and falling, he raised his voice: "All in!"

After doing this, he squinted for a moment, hating iron for not becoming steel, and said: "Nothing! Just thinking about managing money for others? You should think about transferring all other people's money into your own account, and run away after moving , get rich overnight!"

Xu Shixi who heard the conversation clearly: "..."

He was silent and began to recall, did he ask brother to help him manage the accounts before?

The author has something to say: The ghost king who devotes himself to teaching bad children: only thinking about helping people manage money is worthless!Those who are capable take all the money away!

Second Young Master Xu [Ten Meters of Filter]: ...My brother can't be so skinny, who taught my brother badly! ! ! !

Before the ghost king was alive, he was the most beloved youngest son in the family. He was good-looking, and everyone would spoil him.