Drink Cang Records

At the same time that Ye Qiukuang entered the city lord's mansion, in a village more than three hundred miles north of Daliang City, a silent young man flicked a strange pen with no inkstone and ink, but could write small script from the tip of the pen, and dried it. The writing on the book in his hand, he closed the book and put it in his arms.

The decoration of this book is weird, it is not like a bound book for mortals, nor is it a jade slip used by a cultivator. , a copper wolf that seems to be made of bronze is inlaid on the spine of the book, and the ruby-like eyes seem to emit an uncontrollable fierce light.

"Little brother, the medicine you want."

Compared with books with beautiful bindings, the little boy helping young people buy medicine is interested in the strange pen that can produce ink, and he doesn't know it when he looks at the saliva.

The young man answered coldly and took it. The medicine is rough, but it is also commonly used by hunters in the mountains. The advantage is that it works quickly.Pressing the big and small thigh bones with both hands, one misplaced, only heard a toothache bone sound, and the bone was straightened, but the young man never frowned from the beginning to the end, as if the leg was not his own.

The little boy was inexplicably frightened when he came back to his senses, and he murmured, "Little brother, don't you feel hurt? There are many wolves in the woods at night, and your eyesight is inconvenient. Would you like me to tell my mother to let you go to my house to recuperate?" ?”

"It hurts, just don't be afraid." The young man leaned his head on the old tree trunk and closed his eyes for a moment, and when the bone-setting medicine took effect on his legs, he turned his face to the little boy and said, "Don't bother, I have something to do Do it, you go home, don't let your parents worry."

The little boy hesitated for a while and said, "Then... I'll come see you tomorrow."

The young man shook his head lightly, called him to stop, and threw the strange pen in his arms into his hand: "I can't ask for your medicine in vain, I'll give it to you."

The little boy was happy for a while, but when he thought of his father saying that he should not take other people's things casually, he raised his head and wanted to refuse, but the young man with the broken leg was no longer there.

"Huh? Is my little brother...a fairy?"

……

Yincang Tower is different from ordinary houses in every way, the only place is the library, only Cangsang himself and Mu Qingyang can enter, and every time Mu Qingyang enters the library, he can feel the books on the four walls. The wall is different from the day before. It can be said that there are some unconscionable things that cannot be verified. Compared with the external information brought by Ye Qiukuang, these books were not written in the same environment at all.

Only this "Yan Luo Book" is different from the general literature, it will appear some text that you can understand at a specific time, and each page is fluctuating, and Cang Sang basically keeps it in his hand every day. book of.If it was the other Mu Qingyang, he wouldn't have thought much about it until he took it from Rong Yang's hand and saw Ye Qiukuang's name.

It may be a coincidence that Ye Qiukuang's name appeared in this book, so it is related to Rong Yang's name.This is worth thinking about. It is not difficult to imagine that this book must not be a girl's (hehe) mind written by Cang Sang's boredom, but must be related to his 'business'.

Mu Qingyang had vaguely guessed that this book might exist in the form of a 'ledger' or 'contract', on which were those people who sacrificed their remaining lives to Cangsang to obtain a fixed death date because they had come to a dead end.It’s fine if it’s Ye Qiukuang, but if it’s Rong Yang’s… it means that Cangsang gave them the opportunity to use the remaining time to satisfy all their goals. Obviously, most of them are murderers.

Therefore, Xianxin left with Cangsang's strange book, and he didn't know how much of his anger was true or false at that time.Maybe it was true what Cang Sang said, just looking for an excuse for himself to leave his side.

What he needs now is how to verify whether the name of the book is what he thinks, and then seek to undo this deal from it, at least find a way to let his brother get out of the contract.

Then a test object is needed, and a "contradiction" between the rules set by Cang Sang is created on this test object, so as to verify whether there is a way to save and break the rapid passage of time like Mrs. Xin.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingyang rested his fingers on the middle page of the book, and a string of handwriting glowed dimly.

"The third track in the world of exile... the middle of the wild world, born in the [-]nd year... He Lin?"

Mu Qingyang was dumbfounded...how could it be such a coincidence?

He couldn't help recalling Yue Qinglong's entanglement with the Golden Core cultivator named He Lin at that time, and thought a little sorry that he really used Yue Qinglong this time to the fullest, using her hand to leave Yincang Tower and enter the world. He Lin showed that he had a crush on Yue Qinglong in front of him, and then provoked Yue Qinglong's furious attack and was taken away by the precept elders of the 'Tiangong', and finally got a clean ear.Why was He Lin the one who was recruited this time?

"...It seems that it is probably necessary to go back to Daliang City."

The young man let out a low sigh helplessly, broke a green bamboo to take care of his inconvenient legs, and the route he had traveled all the way appeared in his mind, roughly sketched the outline of the nearby map, and walked in the direction of Daliang City.

The distance was not too long, but it was more than twenty li. When Mu Qingyang dragged his injured leg and caught a glimpse of the majestic giant city beyond the edge of the city wall, it was already dusk, and the sound of several jackdaws was far away. Echoing in the wilderness, there is no small Xiuzhenfang city in the distance. It is obvious that Daliang City has extremely strict control over its surroundings, and no forces are allowed to appear outside the defensive formation, and must be brought under control.

According to Yue Qinglong's description, infinite centralization of power in the central government, division and suppression of casual cultivators, presumably this is the consistent style of 'Tiangong', including the three cities under its jurisdiction, but the benefits are naturally there, that is, stability, at least fighting and killing people Robbing treasures is suppressed within the scope of control, which provides a stable living space for low-level monks and at the same time incorporates them into part of the consolidation of the rule of the 'Heavenly Palace'.

After being out of his mind for a moment, Mu Qingyang suddenly felt a gust of wind sweeping past him. The next moment, he forcibly twisted his body to avoid the black shadow falling from the sky. He only heard a vibration in the surrounding soil, and the entire soil layer was smashed like ice. At the same time, a big tree slanted over, and the thick leaves immediately submerged Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang just felt that a large piece of fallen leaves on his body was uncomfortable, but he didn't move. Instead, he held his breath instinctively, sensing the changes in the air above, as if someone was coming from the sky.

"...This place is not far from Daliang City, you shouldn't do it at this time, but fortunately, this is the last rebel who knows about Batai and Ghost Prison's plan, quickly search for his body, and I will report back to the suzerain."

"Not good! There was too much movement in the high-altitude fight just now, which attracted inspections. I will plant an illusion here first, and we will go out of the city to search after nightfall."

After the two hoarse male voices finished speaking, they hurriedly pressed each handprint, and suddenly a wave of water-like movement swept away, covering the big hole in place, and then the two turned into light and hurried away.

Mu Qingyang was curious, so he continued to hide in the pile of leaves and did not move. Daliang City did come to inspect, but his cultivation level was not too high, so he just swept around with his spiritual sense roughly, and then left.

Brushing off the dead branches and leaves on his body, Mu Qing looked up and looked around. There seemed to be nothing unusual at first, so he closed his eyes, and the faint smell of blood lingered in the air, and groped along the bloody smell. In that deep pit, sand and blood stuck together.

Mu Qing looked up and touched the dead man's shirt. The material was quite familiar, and then he carefully checked the delicate embroidery on the cuffs. There was a piece of embroidery on it that looked like a nine-fold pagoda, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"...Those two people killed the disciples of 'Tiangong'? No wonder the material of the clothes seems to be the same as that of Yue Qinglong."

In other words, daring to kill the disciples of the 'Tiangong' within the forces of the Three Cities is not trivial.

After thinking about it for a few times, Mu Qingyang took off the dead man's universe bag, pressed the book on his body with one hand, and pressed the universe bag with the other, closing his eyes as if sinking into meditation. After a while, the array on the universe bag As soon as the pattern was dark, some magic treasures flew out of the Qiankun bag one by one, Mu Qingyang didn't look at anything else, but only took one of the wooden plaques engraved with ghost symbols.

"Ciphertext?" Mu Qingyang thought for a moment, and kept these ciphertexts in his heart. After several calculations, the fragmentary information was put together into a seemingly obscure message.

"The sparrow is flying to the east, report to the city lord's mansion."

An hour later, the City Lord's Mansion in Daliang.

"Rin'er's business is not over yet, why is Xie Dong also in an accident now?!" The woman who spoke was the wife of the city lord, who was usually elegant, but also deeply hurt by the recent twists and turns.

On the side of Mrs. Shuli, there was a middle-aged man who was not angry and arrogant. At this moment, he was holding the blood-stained wooden tablet, frowning and asking the person who came to report: "You can see clearly, it is really just a mortal?"

"This subordinate has seen it with his own eyes. He is just a mortal boy. Although he has some spiritual roots, he has never even opened the altar. It seems to be a coincidence that he can pick up Young Master Xie's relic."

The city lord nodded and said: "Since that's the case, go and get some longevity pills for that mortal, it can be regarded as repaying his intention of reporting the letter, so send it away."

Just as the guard was about to promise, a strange red glow suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "Madam, that mortal is the young city lord's heart... the one Yue Qinglong favors, I feel a little guilty about harming the young city master so far, and I just want to apologize to the young city master face to face, even if I take a look."

The madam became angry and said: "A mere mortal, we just don't care about him at that time, how could he see Lin'er as soon as he said it?"

The city lord made a suspicious sound, thought for a while and said: "Madam, calm down, there are only mortals on the left and right, and it is true that Lin'er made a mistake first. It doesn't matter if you just let the mortal look at him, just send someone to watch him."

The guard took the order and left quickly to carry out the order.

The lady of the city lord frowned and said: "No matter how lenient my husband is, I shouldn't let a mortal offend Rin'er, let alone the culprit who provoked Rin'er to go to war."

"Forget it, you and I maintain our own identities, so don't mention this matter again. This time, I have traveled so much because of the murder of Lin'er's life in the Yincang Tower. What is the origin of Canglou, do you still remember Mengchen's current tragedy?"

The lady of the city lord turned pale, and said: "Meng Chenzi's cultivation base is not inferior to yours and mine, but now he was injured and fell to two small realms after listening to only one sentence of Buddha's words. It seems that the things in the 'Yincang Tower' Only Ping Sangong can deal with it. What my husband means is that it is best to expand this matter, so that even the legendary "Hanhai Duyian Pavilion" is also interested in this matter, so that we can find Lin'er's cure from it chance."

The city lord's face softened, he pressed his wife's hand and said, "It's good that my wife understands me."

"Then Xie Dong died outside Daliang City this time, and explaining it to the elders of Xiasangong is another trouble..." Madam sighed: "I didn't kill too much when I was young, so it's all retribution on a pair of children. Let’s not talk about it. If the husband’s family we picked for Ling’er is completed, our position in Daliang City will also be strengthened.”

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, looked at Mrs. Shuli and said: "Madam, don't be too sad. Xie Dong is not lucky this time. He can only say that he has no fate with Ling'er. I will explain to Elder Xie another day for my husband. If Madam Worried about Ling'er's marriage, you might as well wait until the matter is over, and then find a suitable family."

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Yincang Tower.

"Abstinence from anger...is good for the body. It's better for the poor monk to recite the scriptures..."

"I'll let the dog bite you."

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? For the great cause of rebirth, the poor monk is willing..." Rong Yang flicked his sleeves and closed the door calmly, shutting out the barking dogs from far to near.

"Who gave you the courage to cross me if you played a useless chess game? It is more realistic to cross sentient beings with lower IQs than you. For example, the second fool you crossed the day before yesterday because of a broken love spirit and came to your Buddha's dream. Do you want to die?"

The gentle and elegant Buddha cultivator with hair looked at the white-haired young man with his back facing him lying on the recliner exuding black air with a smile, clasped his hands together and made a Buddha name, persistently wanting to cross him. "Du, in the eyes of the poor monk, the king is also one of the sentient beings."

"When will you get me out of here, when will your days of idling along come to an end." Cang Sang's eyes flashed a sneer: "Most of the people who come into my place are psychopaths, except Ye Qiukuang. Exceptions are basically long-sighted, and they should know what to do and what to keep silent in my place, and if they are disobedient and cause accidents, I don't care whether he lives or dies."

"Then you are still angry because little friend Qingyang ran away?"

"I'm just shocked by his stupidity."

"The poor monk said earlier that little friend Qingyang has his own ideas..." Seeing his uneasy expression, Rong Yang continued slowly: "If you don't want to, the poor monk has nothing to do with you, so I can accompany you to search for it. "

Cangsang sat up, stretched out her hand expressionlessly and said, "What do you think of my palm?"

Rong Yang looked at it carefully, and replied: "The four bodies are not diligent, the five grains are not distinguished, the six gods have no master, and the hand has no power to restrain the chicken. Living is a waste of human resources, and it should be transcended."

Cangsang pretended not to hear, pointed outside, and said: "In my records, Endless Heaven and Desolation is a chaotic world with no rules in a cultivation environment. My specialty is ridicule, your specialty is chanting scriptures, the difference is that the fish lip humans want to sleep with me when they see me, want to kill me when they hear me speak, want to kneel when they see you, want to kneel when they hear you speak Suicide, do you think it is suitable for us to go out and do harm to the common people?"

Rong Yang nodded slowly in agreement, and after a while, Rong Yang asked again: "But as proud as you, it doesn't seem like someone who can avoid living in this mountain corner for a lifetime."

"That's because..." Cang Sang raised his head and looked out the window, the mist from the distant mountains came into his eyes, turning into a coldness: "I haven't reached the time to become a 'tyrant' yet."

Hearing the word 'tyrant', Rong Yang was taken aback for a moment, staring at the meaningless vicissitudes of life for a long time, a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes... I almost forgot, you, you will also become a tyrant in the future... Sin, sin."

The author has something to say: Hiroyuki Sawano, great god, listening to his songs, the literary power is surging, and I give praise.