Non-delivery

Xie Changming couldn't use his own blood, so he had to catch a pheasant, bled it, dipped a peach branch in the blood, and patched up the eyes.Another seal of the wind was formed, and the peach blossoms were blown all over the mountain. After working for two hours, except for the place where Xie Changming was standing, which was slightly lit on the formation, everything else was dim.

It can be seen that there is indeed nothing else with spiritual power on this nameless barren mountain, but it is just a waste of effort.

Xie Changming sighed, and the result was as expected. In his last life, he didn't know the magic circle. After waking up, he searched the barren mountain inch by inch, but he couldn't find any trace of Xie Xiaoqi, but he didn't want to search again. Never give up.

After a while, Xie Changming covered the magic circle with weeds, and went down the mountain while the sky was still dark.

At the foot of the mountain is a county called Xunyu, which is built by mountains and rivers. In recent years, there have been no major disasters or minor disasters, and the people live a very prosperous life.Now it is dusk and night, and the moon has not yet risen in the east. Lanterns are lit under the eaves, reflecting the shadows of pavilions, towers and pavilions.

Xie Changming looked around and walked into the tea house. The first floor was empty, except for a young man dozing off by the pillar.Going up the stairs, the second floor is full of tables, and there is a lot of people, there are all kinds of people who play horses, cards, and dice.

There are also differences between teahouses and teahouses: the brightly lit ones are places for serious tea drinking; if it is dark and dark, most of them are small casinos run behind the scenes.

Xie Changming picked a table with a horse hanging, and went to line up. It happened that one person lost all his chips, cursed bad luck, and wanted to leave. Xie Changming sat in that person's seat as expected.

The man pouring tea finally noticed something was wrong, the teapot stopped in mid-air: "How can you come to play the horseshoe? Do you have a bargaining chip?"

Xie Changming pushed the horse tag to the middle of the table: "Record it in the account first."

In general casinos, most of them can owe money.After all, what they are doing is a business without capital. They borrow a lot and come back quickly. They can get money no matter what.

Xie Changming had been lying in the field for three years. There was a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so it could be seen that he had to take a bath and do laundry every few days, so his clothes were worn out and there was no peculiar smell.

The clerk almost blurted out his scolding, and there was no other reason. Xie Changming's clothes were a bit too shabby, and calling him a beggar was just flattering him.

Good professionalism prevented the guy from acting rudely, and he said loudly: "Anyway, no, you can't do it like this."

The other three people on the table became impatient, and an old man threw his cards: "What's the matter, can't you play anymore!"

What the teahouse pays attention to is secret gambling, and no noise is allowed. When the voice here is loud, people who watch the excitement will gather around.

Xie Changming stood up and calmly said to the person next to him: "If I lose, I will be a long-term worker for the owner here."

The owner of the tea house, Mr. Jin, was stunned for a moment, not knowing how Xie Changming knew his identity, and waved to the waiter.

He thought that Xie Changming was a gambler who had lost everything and had nothing. He wanted to turn over in his dreams, so he made a bet with himself.

The owner of Jin Guan has opened a teahouse for 20 years, and he has seen too many people like this, so there is nothing wrong with being a free guy.

The reality was as expected by the owner of the Gold Pavilion. After playing a few rounds, Xie Changming was about to lose the amount he would sell himself.

Suddenly, the owner of the Gold Pavilion: "Huh?"

Why is he so stupid?

It's about luck.

An hour later, all the chips on the table were piled up in front of Xie Changming, and the seats on the opposite side and on the left and right were all empty.

The people watching the excitement around were in an uproar, wanting to go up and try how powerful this person is, but they were reluctant to lose money.

The owner of the gold hall pulled two guys, and filled the last vacant seat, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll fight."

Someone said in surprise: "The owner of the Jin Pavilion has not played cards in person for many years."

The owner of the gold restaurant is also a legend in the local area. He was originally from a poor family and worked in a gambling shop. He was proficient in all gambling skills.

Another hour later, Xie Changming cupped his hands towards the stunned Gold Pavilion Master: "I have accepted."

Xie Changming won 3000 taels of chips, and pushed the 2000 taels of chips to the owner of the gold pavilion: "My tea money for today."

After finishing speaking, exchange the remaining 1000 taels of chips for silver.Before the owner of the gold pavilion had time to persuade him to stay in the pavilion, he disappeared without a trace.

Although most immortal cultivators are detached from the human world, it is easy to get money, but it is impossible to find someone who makes money like Xie Changming.

Presumably, no one would have expected that the majestic devil would rely on such a method to make a living without threatening or blackmailing him once he was reborn.

However, this is not the first time Xie Changming has done this, and he did not use spells to make a fortune, but he has often done this in the past.

Xie Changming was born in the city. He had to support himself when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. Although he was doing the right thing and earning a living by working hard, he still had a picky and stupid bird to raise. The burden was too heavy, and he would inevitably go astray. Hang, win some money, earn some fruit money for Xie Xiaoqi.

His memory is really good, only the first life has been in the world for more than ten years, but because of the difficult livelihood, these crooked ways have not been forgotten to this day, and even after almost 40 years, they can still be used when picked up.

After leaving the teahouse, Xie Changming turned around and went to the inn to ask for a room, changed his clothes, bought a map at a large price, and sat under the lamp to look for the nearby mountains and lakes.

That little Xie Xiaoqi is afraid of people and timid, so he should not appear in places where people gather.Even if something went wrong and it wasn't in the barren mountain today, with its fluffy little wings flapping, it probably wouldn't be able to run very far.

Xie Changming circled a dozen places on the map, and that is where he will go tomorrow.

On the climax of the moon, Xie Changming went downstairs, threw down a small ingot of silver, and said to the night watchman, "Bring me fifteen chickens tomorrow morning."

Chickens are naturally used to bleed to draw magic circles.The pheasant is not unusable, but it is not convenient to catch.

Walking back to the room on the second floor, Xie Changming blew out the light and was about to meditate on the bed, but he couldn't meditate for no reason.

Perhaps he was reborn again, today he is busy dealing with people in the secular world, making money, and ordering food to fill his stomach. These are things Xie Changming has not done for many years, which reminds him of the past.

He was born in a small frontier town in the Zhou Kingdom of Yunzhou, from a poor family. Xie Changming didn't have a name at that time, so he took a nickname according to the ranking, and others called him Xie Liu.

In the ninth year of Qingyuan, Saibei was hit by a snowstorm that had never happened in a century. He was six, with three older brothers and two older sisters, and a younger sister in swaddling clothes. There are not many left, and it is really impossible to support so many children.

The Xie family discussed about losing a child.

They are reluctant to bear the eldest, the first child raised.Also reluctant to bear the second child, the first girl.The third child was no good either, he was a caring little padded jacket... In the end, only the ten-year-old Xie Liu and the little sister who was babbling were left.

Xie Liu is only ten years old, his feet are slow, he can't do work, he can only go in and out.The little sister had to be carried by the family in turn, and she couldn't even speak.

Xie's father and mother kept their voices low and argued for a long time, and finally the elder brother of the Xie family made a final decision: "Let's keep the sixth brother. If the little sister is left here, I'm afraid she won't be eaten by wild beasts. Xiaoliu is so big, he can walk and jump." Yes, maybe you can find some fruit to eat."

When the family was at its best, brother Xie had studied for a few years, could write the names of the whole family, and was able to say a few words on weekdays. His younger siblings were all named by him, but up to Xie Liu.He said that he had chosen too many names, and there was nothing in his mind. Xie's mother hurriedly told him not to bother, Xie Liu was Xie Liu, and other people named him like this.

Xie's father and Xie's mother believed in elder brother very much, and decided to leave Xie Liu on the barren hill.Before they left, they said, let him stay here well, don't catch up, and come to pick him up next spring.

How could there be any wild fruits in such a cold and freezing climate? Can a ten-year-old child resist wild beasts?

They couldn't care less.

If you have to lose a burden, Xie Liu, who is taciturn, silent, seems full of thoughts, and is not close to anyone, is the best one to lose.

Xie Liu didn't ask them to stay with him.

Pleading and tears are useless things.

He walked to the other side of the mountain step by step against the heavy snow, got up when he fell, and ate snow when he was hungry.Until he couldn't stand up anymore and fell down in the snow. In front of his eyes was a small tree about three feet high with green leaves and a bright red fruit hanging on it.

At that time, Xie Liu had lived for less than ten years, but even with such shallow eyesight, he could tell that the fruit was very strange.

Maybe it's poisonous, otherwise why wasn't it eaten?With such heavy snow, I don't know how many people died of starvation and how many beasts were concealed.

Xie Liu was so hungry that he was about to die, he would die no matter what, he didn't want to be a starving ghost, so he reached out and picked the fruit, and swallowed it in one gulp.

When the snow melted and the flowers bloomed, spring came, and a stupid bird pecked his forehead, it was 16 years later.

Obviously the little bald one was the loudest, and couldn't stay there, Xie Changming ignored it for a while, and would peck his fingers and flap his wings to mess up his hair, making people restless.But thinking of it, he calmed down instead, meditating with peace of mind, exhaling and exhaling slowly.

After meditating for a week, Xie Changming opened his eyes and saw half of the shadows of the trees cast by the moon through the window, while the other half was covered by dark clouds.

Now is the deepest time of night, everything around is very quiet, there is no sound of people, no birdsong, only the occasional rustling of the wind blowing through the eaves and the branches and leaves.

He suddenly thought: Which tree will the little thing perch tonight?

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