Renew

That doesn't sound like a good deal.

Hua Su still raised her hand and took off a pair of silver bells from her hair accessories.Lying on her palm were two silver bells, which were not as small as the nails of her little fingers, and they were still light.

Rong Li took it, spread out the veil pinned around his waist, and wrapped the two silver bells carefully, as if he liked it very much.

"Is it that rare?" Hua Su said.

If the same plant bell is in the hands of mortals, it will be of little use.

Rong Li not only wrapped it up, but also carefully put it in his sleeve pocket, hiding it tightly.

"You gave it to me, so I naturally have to put it away." She rolled her eyes, making it impossible to tell her sincerity.

Hua Su snorted, "Obviously you and I wanted it, so how can you say that I gave it to you?"

In the middle of the night, Rong Li was sleeping in a daze, when he suddenly heard the commotion outside, he opened his dazed eyes and couldn't recover for a while.

There was a clatter outside the house, as if something had exploded on the ground, and then there were some loud noises.

Rong Li was sleepless, and struggled to stand up, and only after sitting for a while did he gain some strength.

Normally, when you wake up and open your eyes, you will inevitably hear Hua Su joking around, but today it is quiet.

She was surprised and thought that Hua Su had left quietly, but when she turned her head, she realized that the ghost was at the table, hadn't left the room at all, and was just sitting motionless.If it weren't for the slight swaying of the silver and black hair, she would have mistaken this ghost for a stone carving.

Rong Li slowly put his legs down on the bed, slowed down his breathing, and put on his shoes and socks lightly.

Hua Su still didn't speak, and sat with her back facing her without saying a word.

Rongli walked away on his feet, bent over and looked at him.

Hua Su closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't notice anyone approaching, the cassock embroidered with mantras in silver thread was shining brightly, and there seemed to be cold air and cold smoke rising from it.

Rong Li didn't dare to stretch out his hand, for fear of waking him up.She looked at Hua Su's clothes, and if she remembered correctly, the scales of the red-blooded red dragon were in the sleeve pocket, but Hua Su's clothes looked heavy, even if the red scales were burning, it might not be Light will shine through.

I don't know whether Hua Su is really in samadhi or fake samadhi, she was cheated once before, Rongli thought about it, raised her hand and shook it in front of her a few times, with this ghost's temperament, if she knew that she was like this, she would have to keep her voice cold Make a mockery of it.

After shaking his hands a few times, Hua Su still kept his eyes closed tightly and did not move.

Hua Su has always been cautious, she refused to close her eyes some time ago, and now she is relying on her cultivation to recover, she said she was in meditation, and she didn't even say it, as if she was expected to do harm generally.

Mingming is usually distant and arrogant, can't pretend to care about anything, seems to be casual, but believes in a mortal like her.

He is also a mortal who has many ties to Mr. Dong Heng and the Red Blood Dragon.

Rong Li withdrew his hand, originally wanted to take the scale away quietly, but his heart was disturbed by Hua Su's peaceful appearance, so he simply turned around and opened the door to go out.

There was indeed a commotion outside the house, some ragged people were making trouble in the yard, one of them pointed at the little girl and said, "I'm going to live here today, you are doctors, you don't save lives, how can you see that?" We are so injured that we don't know how to take care of it, so hurry up and take out your best wound medicine."

The little girl leaned against the pillar, she seemed a little scared, the other doctors and medicine boys in the clinic disappeared, and she was the only one there.

Rong Li frowned, seeing the little girl turned pale with fright.

The little girl turned her head, just in time to see her coming out of the room, she hurriedly shook her head, feeling extremely embarrassed.

There are many wounded people lying on the corridor, and the place where people can lie under the house is almost full, leaving only a few gaps where people can pass.

The person who spoke just now said again: "My father is a high official in the court. I have six houses in Pengzhou. You treat me better now. I will return to the imperial city in the future. You will be indispensable."

The little girl was afraid of returning home, but she did not show timidity when she spoke, she was very cautious, "Since your father is so capable, why didn't he come to pick you up?"

The man's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth: "What do you know?"

He pointed at the wounded patients lying on the ground, "I drive all these people out and make room for me to come out. How much silver do you want, just say yes, and all will be delivered to you in the future."

When he spoke, he covered his side waist, his face was obviously pale as paper, his body was still trembling slightly when he spoke, as if he was enduring pain, but he refused to lower his posture.

Seeing that the little girl was unmoved, he said: "Come and see this injury first, ouch, it hurts me to death."

The people next to them looked at each other strangely, and one of them said: "Brother, everyone is from Pengzhou, it seems that your injury is not serious, let the doctor show it to others first?"

That father was a man who was a high-ranking official and gritted his teeth: "If I die here, none of you will escape."

The rest of the people obviously came later, but they seemed to be not with him, and they were much calmer than him. The person who persuaded just now handed over his hands: "Girl, we just want to take a rest, and we are not with this young master."

"Your grandson's—" The man always felt that there was something in this man's words.

The little girl was a little scared, and took a long time to move.

Rong Li frowned, "I'll come."

Her voice was soft, but it didn't hinder these people from listening.

The little girl looked at her suddenly, and said in a daze, "You..."

Rong Li had already stepped forward, the lantern under the porch swayed slightly in the wind, the light in the cage core would never go out, and the dim light fell on half of her white face.She was already white, and she was wearing a fox fur, like a person made of snow.

Just now that man was still domineering, and he was dumbfounded at once, who would have expected that such a girl could exist in Jinmin, a place with strong folk customs.

Rong Li looked at his waist, "Where is the injury?"

The man let go of the hand covering his waist. Because he was wearing black clothes, he didn't know how badly he was injured. When he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was bright red.

The little girl exclaimed, but still hesitated to step forward.

Rong Li looked around, trying to find a place for him to lie down.

But the people lying on the bamboo mats in this corridor are all patients with broken tendons and broken bones, not more seriously injured than this person, how can there be any vacant seats, if they really want to be vacant, I'm afraid they will get the one she just stayed in Went to the woodshed.

Rong Li raised his eyes and asked meaningfully: "Where did Master go?"

The little girl suddenly understood, and said in a low voice: "A lot of people who escaped from Pengzhou came at night, the government gathered them together and recruited all the doctors in the city."

Rong Li asked softly: "Since the government wants to gather all the people from Pengzhou together, why did you come here?"

The man who hurt his waist raised his voice: "The hundreds of people are waiting for the doctor one by one. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the blood is dry!"

The rest of the people were very silent.

The man was indeed injured, and the wound was still bleeding. It is not surprising that he was afraid of death, but looking at the rest of the people, it seemed that they were not injured, and they didn't know what they were doing here.

Rong Li frowned, raised his hand to wipe the lower eyelid of his right eye, looked at those people with unchanged expression, saw blood red karma on their bodies, it was stained by killing people.

Perhaps because Hua Su was nearby, no wandering soul dared to wander in the courtyard, she was about to close her eyes when she suddenly saw several ghost figures squatting on the roof tiles.

Those ghosts huddled together, with resentment in their eyes, they all stared at those men.

Rong Li touched his eyelids, and comforted him: "It's okay, since you're here, I won't let you bleed here."

She paused, and said to the little girl: "Go and get your things ready, it should be quicker."

The little girl didn't know why, so she answered and turned around quickly, before she was held by Rong Li's hand.She paused for a moment, and noticed that Rong Li ticked her palm, as if he had written something.

She went to get the needle knife and medicine, and when she was about to burn the knife edge, she later realized that Rongli wrote the word "run" on her palm!

In the yard, Rong Li was bending over to examine the man's wound, but she didn't understand it.

This person's clothes were dyed red, the cloth around his waist was torn, and the rags were pasted on the wound. The place was dim, so we couldn't see what happened.

He really couldn't bear the pain, and kept hiding with a hissing sound, "Why did that girl take the medicine for so long, could it be that she wanted to hurt me to death so that I could save the medicine!"

Rong Xin snorted, she felt that the little girl should have left, and immediately said: "I'll go get it myself, young master, please wait here for a while."

The man hurriedly waved his hand to tell her to go quickly.

How could Rongli really get those things for healing, she walked to the corner and took out the painting ghost.

After swiping the pen a few times, the knife and the bandaging gauze appeared out of nowhere, and slowly fell into the air.

Rong Li reached out to catch it, and when he walked back, he saw the silent people sitting crowded together, looking out of the yard from time to time, as if they were on guard for something.

These people are indeed Dongzhou people in appearance, but it's true that they have karma on them.If Hua Su hadn't been in the house, the ghost fingers on the roof tiles might have entangled them.

The more I looked at them, the more I felt that their faces were familiar, as if I had only met them a few days ago.

When Rongli was upset, he wanted to take out the painting ghost, his fingertips were almost touching the sleeve pocket, he moved his index finger, and hurriedly lowered his hand.

"Why did it take you so long to come, you..." Seeing that she was weak and pretty, the man swallowed back the dirty words, and said annoyedly, "Hurry up, my blood is still bleeding!"

Rong Li coughed a few times, bent down and gently tore off the cloth that the man had stuck to the rotten skin and flesh.

When the cloth was torn apart, the man hissed softly and trembled all over, "Take it easy, are you healing me or killing me?"

Rong Li held the knife in her hand, and the edge of the knife was facing the man's lower abdomen. She took a closer look at the wound under the dim light, and there was a lot of festering on it. It should have been stabbed, and the wound was horrifying.

The smell of blood came to her nostrils, and she almost vomited on the man's waist. She was still sleepy, but she suddenly woke up.

She turned her head quietly, looked at the silent men, and suddenly realized why they looked so familiar. When she went to the escort agency to look for Rong Qi, she happened to see a group of Fu Yu people drinking, and some of them looked like It looks like the Central Plains people, isn't it just them.

The co-author Fuyu had already sneaked into Jinmin, but the officers and soldiers hadn't noticed it yet. No wonder these people didn't go to the place where the refugees gathered, but instead came to the medical hall to huddle together, obviously hiding from the officers and soldiers.

She stopped holding the knife, and stood up without changing her expression, "I'll go and iron the knife."

The man who hurt his waist sighed, "There are so many things to do, go!" He waved his hand and let her go.

Rong Li turned around and left the clinic, not knowing where the little girl went, just when he was about to take out the painting ghost, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to cover her eyes, only to see a string of torches burning in the distance, and a group of people hurried over.

The little girl was walking in front of the people, and when she saw Rongli leaving the door of the hospital, she shuddered and ran up suddenly, stood on tiptoes, trying to cover her face with her body, and whispered: "Girl, why did you come out, I, I was just looking for Grandpa, and I happened to meet officers and soldiers, and when those officers and soldiers heard about it, they insisted on following him."

Rong Li walked away in a hurry, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable being illuminated by the flames, so he narrowed his eyes and said: "You tell the officials to be careful, those people seem to be Fu Yujun."

The little girl was shocked, pushed her and said: "Don't let the officers and soldiers see you, I will take them in to find someone."

Rong Li nodded, turned around and went back to the medical hall, standing behind the medicine cabinet, rubbing his chest and panting.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on top of her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down, wasn't it the little Peeling?

Seeing that people outside were about to come in, she said softly, "Go back and look at Hua Su, if she wakes up, come and tell me."

The Skinner nodded, climbed along the beam on the wall, and dexterously climbed away, blinding this bright and beautiful skin in vain.

The little girl brought the officers and soldiers to the backyard, but there were quite a few people missing in the corridor, only the man whose father was an official in the court was still there.

Seeing the officers and soldiers coming, the man got up in a panic, "I was wrong, my father is not a senior official in the court, so don't arrest me and go to jail!"

The little girl looked around, "Where are those people?"

The man hurriedly said: "They left, just left!"

The officers and soldiers immediately surrounded the medical center, digging three feet to find those thieves who sneaked into Jinmin.

Standing behind the medicine cabinet, Rong Li was holding the painting and was drawing something stroke by stroke. The white tip of the pen was stained black with ink. Even though the drawing paper was not spread out in mid-air, the ink stuck to it.

She squinted her eyes slightly, and by the light of the garden lamp outside the house, she used a painting to outline the jet-black hair.She deliberately avoided Hua Su just to draw this thing, but she didn't expect to meet a thief who sneaked into the city.

That little girl was clever, she didn't need to look for officers and soldiers, she brought a group of armored soldiers here, which saved her a lot of trouble.

In mid-air, delicate strands of hair appeared under the brush of the painting ghost.

She has never painted so seriously, even when she painted Zhou Qinglin in Danxuan's heart knot, she never painted so carefully.

After such a period of time, she draws much better than before, and she draws quickly and accurately, without even the slightest mistake.

After a while, someone outside the house shouted: "Caught it!"

There was another sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps, and the clash of swords and halberds made a clanging sound.

Even though it was far away, the voice seemed to be close to my ears.

Rong Li was almost distracted, he hurriedly calmed down, and slowly sketched out a woman's face, with thin eyebrows and almond eyes, pale lips, the painting...isn't it herself.

In the painting, the woman's hair is tied with long and thin red ribbons, and the ribbons on the fox fur are red, and a piece of light yellow cuffs and thin skirt corners are faintly exposed under the fur.

Her ears were buzzing, and her writing hand trembled slightly, as if she was exhausted and dizzy.

Outside the house, those people were caught straight, and the officers and soldiers did not hurry to take them back to the government, and interrogated them on the spot.

"The refugees who entered the city today are all going to Nanke Temple, why didn't you go to Nanke Temple?"

"..."

"What are you hiding from? Where did you come from Pengzhou? What kind of business did you do before?"

With a hiss, something was torn apart.

"Why do you have tattoos of Fu Yu Jun on your body? Are you from Fu Yu or from Dongzhou!"

Those few people knew that they could not hide their identities, so they simply said: "We serve the royal family of Fuyu, and within a short period of time, even the imperial city of Dongzhou will become a county of Fuyu!"

There was a thud, like a sword piercing flesh.

"Take them to the dungeon!"

Rong Li didn't take his eyes off, carefully looking at the portrait in front of him.When she was painting Zhou Qinglin before, she had spent most of the day drawing, but now she has drawn the human figure in the blink of an eye, and the "human" will come to life just by putting her eyes on it.

But she was not in a hurry, she lowered her hands and rubbed her wrists, looking sideways at the outside of the medical hall.

I thought that as long as Hua Su was in samadhi, the red-blooded dragon would come again, but he didn't show up.

She frowned and pondered for a while, and waited until the officers and soldiers outside had gone far away before she closed her eyes on the puppet, and the puppet's eyes immediately became lively.

The puppet bent his eyes sleepily, looked weak and cute, and bowed to her short body.

Rong Li unfolded the veil that wrapped the same bell, picked up one of the silver bells, and pinned it in its hair.

The puppet raised his hand to stroke his temples, and opened his mouth and said: "Thank you." Even the voice of her voice was exactly the same as hers, and ordinary people might not be able to tell the truth from the fake.

It seems that as long as the painting is done well, the puppets in the pen can really be confused with the real ones.

Rong Li put his hand on the side of the puppet's neck, his palm was warm, the veins under his palm were beating with his heart, it seemed no different from a living person.

Puppet Jing stood still, but she looked weak, but in reality she couldn't be blown down by the wind.

Rong Li patted it on the shoulder, making it turn towards the door of the medical hall, and then go back to the backyard by itself.

The puppet stood for a while, then turned around and walked out of the medical hall, just happened to meet the doctor who came back, the man was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "It's so late, where is the girl going?"

The puppet glanced at him, didn't speak, and didn't even pause in his footsteps.

The man hurriedly stopped in front of it, "The officers and soldiers have only left for a while, and they are now searching for other people in the city. It's better for the girl not to go out."

But the puppet turned and walked away without saying a word, with a faint smile on his mouth, but he was so distant and indifferent.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, the man had no choice but to catch up with it. He didn't want the puppet to walk very fast, like the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet, and he disappeared after turning a corner.

Rong Li went back to the firewood room, and opened the door cautiously, for fear that Hua Su would wake up.

The room was quiet and silent, Hua Su still sat motionless with his eyes closed.

Rong Li took a light step, walked to the wooden bed, took off his shoes and socks, and lay down slowly, holding the remaining silver bell in his hand, thinking about how to spread the bell mirror.

The silver bell was held in her hand for a long time without any warmth, it was like a piece of ice.

Rong Li picked it up and looked at it, pinching it between two fingers hard, the silver bell was not crushed, but her fingertips were in excruciating pain.

After thinking about it, a thought came to my mind, could it be possible to use some ghost power to turn it into a bell mirror?

Rong Li took the painting ghost again, and with a wave of his hand, a thick black ghost spirit gushed out from the tip of the pen.As soon as she thought about it, the ghost energy lingered around the silver bell, as if she had spiritual wisdom, it suddenly penetrated into it.

The silver bell soared into the air, but fortunately there was no spring, otherwise it would have been ringing.

The plain white bell seemed to have turned into water, unfolding in mid-air like a scroll, paved into a sparkling mirror.

Another bell of the same plant was on the puppet's hair, and the puppet walked unhurriedly in the city, just bypassing the soldiers patrolling the city.

As she thought, the red-blooded dragon really wanted to avoid Hua Su. Although he was as stupid as the puppets in Hua Sui's works, he still had some wisdom, so he wouldn't be fooled even once. Foolishly, she leaned in front of Hua Su.

The puppet's footsteps stopped, and he saw blood bursting in the dark, and suddenly condensed into a human form.

The expression on the blood-red dragon's face did not change, and his thin lips moved: "A hundred tides return to the river, and the mind is boundless. My lord returns life and death."

The puppet raised his eyes and said softly, "Why are you here at this time."

The red-blooded red dragon said slowly: "Your Majesty ordered me to take off one of my scales to possess my soul before I was reincarnated. If I take out the red scale in the future, the time has come."

The puppet's tone is flat: "The time has not come."

The red-blooded dragon frowned: "How could the time not come? The karmic obstacles your majesty has borne are gone. After death, the seven emotions and six desires will return to the body, and the catastrophe will surely be broken."

Rong Li looked up at the water mirror, her lips moved silently, persuasive, every word and every word that the puppet said was from her heart.

Just as she was about to continue manipulating the puppet, she heard Hua Su say, "What are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, Rong Li hurriedly put away the painting ghost, and the ghostly aura that got into the silver bell poured back into the painting ghost's pen tip.

The water color in the midair condensed into a silver bell, which lightly landed on the brocade quilt.

Rong Li sat up and coughed a few times, "I can't sleep, it's noisy outside."

Hua Su turned her head, "Don't fool me."

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