I rely on writing cool essays to cultivate demons

While helping his own cheap master, Luo Chuan felt a headache when he looked at the person who was knocked unconscious on the ground.

"I'm really sorry, my master is too childish..." Luo Chuan was about to help Bai Yu up, but he realized something was wrong. He stretched out his hand and probed his nose, but he was out of breath... "Don't parachute in the future! It's a big deal! Hurry up and find someone's family to discuss compensation and then go back to Yaoxiu Valley to plead guilty!"

Cultivators who harm ordinary people are violating the laws and regulations of the realm of cultivation and should be punished according to the law.Fang Xian's manslaughter is even more serious, and he probably won't be able to escape after being abolished by the harsh elders of Yao Xiugu and imprisoned in the prison for several years.

"How could you be so weak! I smashed you at the time, are you okay!" Fang Xian's obedient attitude of listening to the training could not last for more than three breaths, and he immediately exploded when he heard something important.

The disciples who were following the two of them to participate in the gathering of big bosses in the cultivation world came up at this moment, out of breath, and were stunned when they saw this scene.Although the owner of the valley played wildly before, there was no major incident. The elders were willing to turn a blind eye to this genius medicine cultivator. If it is changed, there will be serious trouble."

And at this moment, the limp and soundless body on the ground, which had already begun to cool down, proved that their First Elder was indeed as insightful as a torch.

"The time you hit me wasn't too high from the ground. Who knew that the more you played cross-country in the past few years, the higher you jumped! Now you are happy to be punished and plead guilty!" Although Luo Chuan's tone was mean, his eyes were concealing I can't stop caring.

"Me! This..." Fang Xian hesitated again, it was indeed her fault. "Is this person... still saved?" The young man who was accidentally injured and killed by her had delicate features, a little red mole on the brow, and a natural smile on his lips. It sounds peaceful and gentle.

Fang Xian suddenly calmed down for such a clean, handsome, and young man who died on her whim, and no longer refuted Luo Chuan.

"Help? The corpse is almost freezing! Unless you steal the precious treasure of the valley that the Great Elder treasured, the Eight-Bitter Soul Returning Pill that was refined before the Yaoxian ascended. Oh, it has to be done as soon as possible, before he dies." Naiheqiao was reincarnated."

Fang Xian: "..." If he really stole, he might not only go to jail, but also be executed immediately by the elders.

All the disciples lowered their heads, even if their own Valley Master committed a crime, it is not their status to blame, not to mention that their senior sister is still educating the Valley Master at this moment, the atmosphere between the two is tense, and no one else dares to intervene.

However, no matter where you are, there is never a shortage of real warriors. "Elder Sister, shall we still go to the summit? It's almost time..." A young junior who had a strong sense of time and was keen to remind the process risked his life to speak out. until it disappears.

"What are you going to do! First find the relatives of the deceased, apologize and make amends, negotiate compensation, get a letter of understanding, and then go back to Yaoxiugu to accept the crime!" Luo Chuan's thinking was very clear, and the way he handled it could not be wrong, but he seemed to treat the innocent dead Bai Yu was particularly cruel and indifferent.It was as if his life had become a weight in the negotiating game field.

But the fact is like this, one is a stranger who suffers innocently, and the other is a Taoist companion whom he gets along day and night, the first time the other party makes a big mess, Luo Chuan can't control so much, he can only find a way to make his Taoist couple suffer less crime.There is a difference between closeness and closeness, people are not grass and trees, and there is no partiality.

A group of Yao Xiugu's disciples found out where Bai Yu lived, and carried the corpse to Quanshu Pavilion in a mighty way.

The boss was cleaning in the store with a feather duster controlled by spiritual power, when he saw a large group of people coming back carrying their own money tree.

"What's the matter? Bai Yu drank too much outside? Thank you friends for bringing him back." The boss stepped forward and enthusiastically shook the hands of the disciples who were leading the battle, "Aren't they all high-ranking disciples of Yao Xiugu? Really? Doctors are benevolent, it is better for me to be a host when you come from afar, please have a light meal..." Yao Xiugu has always been well-reviewed by outsiders, and the boss didn't even think about sending corpses.

All of Yaoxiugu: "..." How should we explain to this hospitable boss that we are here to send his employee's corpse home.

They found out that Bai Yu was a foolish little beggar in the west city of the city before, with no father or mother, no idea where he came from, and no way back.It can be said that the only one who has a close relationship with him is the boss in front of him who doesn't look very smart.

Luo Chuan pushed his disciple away, pulled the quail-like master who knew he had made a mistake, and bowed to the boss until he was parallel to the ground.

"Due to the mistake of our valley owner, your clerk died, sorry!"

The boss just woke up like a dream, and his chubby body threw himself on the stretcher and howled, "My cash cow! That's it!" It seemed that a businessman valued profits and only cared about the economic benefits brought by Bai Yu, but the red corners of his eyes and The nose revealed his true thoughts.Bai Yu was one of his few friends.

"You...sorry. Our valley owner didn't do it on purpose. The flood really washed into the Dragon King Temple. We are willing to do our best to make up for it. I hope you can issue a letter of understanding. After all, the punishment within Yaoxiu Valley is very harsh..." For the sake of his troubled master, Luo Chuan could only bite the bullet.

The boss's dark clouds turned to clear, people cannot be resurrected after death, and at the same time, they must not forget to seek benefits: "Then I want ten bottles of Zhuyan Dan Yannian Pill refined by the elders in the valley, and..."

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Two flowers bloomed, each representing a branch. The people on the ground were still busy with Bai Yu's affairs, and the person concerned had already been sucked underground by a magical force.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a sea of ​​blood-red flowers.There are flowers but no leaves, and the stamens are slender and graceful. It is the legendary Shezi flower that blooms all over Huangquan Road.

The sky in the distance is cobalt blue, blue to black, and there are no sun clouds or anything above the head, which makes the place cold and sad.

Looking down, there is a steel blue river. Although steel blue is also considered blue, in terms of intuitive visual effects, it is more like a river of black ink.The river course is twists and turns, the river water is as strange as its color, there is no wind on the water surface, and there is no trace of the river water flowing.

This scene was described a lot in the novels Bai Yu had read. He was familiar with it, and he immediately realized that he was hiccupping again and came to the legendary Wangchuan.

I just don't know if it's really as good as the legend said, so Bai Yu pulled out a hair and wanted to try it, but found that the freshly pulled hair turned into sparkling dust and dissipated.

Maybe it's because after becoming Ah Piao, she won't lose her hair anymore, so she doesn't have to worry about being bald in the future, Bai Yu comforted herself.

"Hey! New here? Hurry up and queue up at the gate of the underworld to register and get an ID card. Otherwise, when the government comes over, all lonely ghosts without ID cards will be arrested and guarded. Opportunity to make up for it!" A group of Yin soldiers in armor patrolled majestically and quietly passed by Bai Yu, seeing Bai Yu's kind face, the leader of the soldiers kindly reminded him.

"Hey, thank you, big brother!" Bai Yu thanked her, and followed the crowd to squat behind a long line.

The efficiency of the civil servants in the underworld is not low, and soon it was the turn of the two ghosts in front of Bai Yu.

The first one was an old man with white hair and ragged clothes. His hands were shaking badly when he signed and filled out the form. The kind staff simply did it for him, asking and filling out.

"Old man, how did you pass away?" The female civil servant in the uniform of the underworld unified black-bottomed gold silk embroidered bat-sleeved shirt asked at the top of her voice.

"I... I'll think about it..." Although the old man was slow to react, his mind was still clear. As he thought about it, two lines of muddy tears flowed down from his dim old eyes. "I died in a living grave."

The female civil servant sighed softly, her eyes full of pity, she stopped asking any more questions, and quickly completed the formalities for the old man, issued an ID card, and led him into the city.

The second one is a thin woman with disheveled temple hair, wearing a double-breasted high-necked dress, with bright purple and red faces and bruises all over her face.

"You can help me fill it out too. My family was poor when I was young, and I never went to class..." The woman lowered her head shyly.

The female civil servant readily responded, quickly filling out the form with questions and answers, and soon came to the last and most pointed question: "How did you die?"

The skinny woman tugged at her high collar, trying to cover up some of the mottled marks on her face, but she accidentally pulled off the button so that people could see the more riddled wounds hidden under the collar, and her face turned red immediately , his face was blue and purple and red like a dye vat, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground and get into it.

"I... I was beaten to death." The woman gritted her teeth, thinking that she had been seen anyway, and her heart broke.

The civil servant sighed, issued her an identity card, and was about to lead her into the city, but only heard the woman scream: "Why are there the wives of the Li family in Heyang and the Zhang family in Hedong?! I was only married when I was alive. Gave it to the Li family, did you make a mistake!"

"After you passed away, your husband's family sold your body to the Zhang family in Hedong, and married their son who died young..." Speaking of the latter, the civil servant himself couldn't bear it, and his voice urged her to go to the city quickly, don't Obstructing official duties.

"Woo..." The skinny woman let out a desperate cry, and entered the city while crying, "I don't owe them the Li family! He can't have a child himself but wants to hide it from everyone, blame me for not being able to have a child... a little bit wrong By the way, his family members fisted at me... woo...they won't let me go if they're alive, and they'll chew on the bones and suck the marrow even if they're dead!"

After hearing about the experience of the two ghosts in front of him, Bai Yu was quite emotional.Blue Star also has the custom of living graves.In poor and backward areas, when the elderly are too old to bring benefits to the family and become a heavy family burden, the descendants will send them to caves or tombs and give them seven days of good food, which is the last act of filial piety.Part of the cave was sealed with bricks and soil every day, until the seventh day, the cave was completely sealed, and the old man died alone in the living grave.

Bai Yu kept the experience of the two ghosts in his heart. Although he is a male novel writer, he doesn't like to write those very lovable protagonists who are dark, selfish and selfish. He thinks that even if it is just a small web novel Writers should also establish correct three views for readers, encourage positive energy, and criticize those bad habits.

Art comes from life, and these are the materials for his future writing.

It was his turn to fill in the form, and Bai Yu filled it out. During the days of completing the bookstore, he was already proficient in using the fonts of this world.

In the end, it was the female civil servant's most defensive question: "How did you die?" She had already wiped away her tears and was about to listen to another sad story.