Beyond the Divine States Chapter 91: : Before New Year’s Eve comes

Shubai moved a small bench to sit, and finished two bowls of rice.

Although he is thin and weak, he has very good appetite. He only gains strength after eating, and does not grow body.

After eating, Shubai took the chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the bowl, sitting absent-mindedly, his gaze looked at the compass, he remembered the previous scene of the boy in white taking money from there, his gaze was darker. , I thought that if he left me here alone, he wouldn’t be afraid that I would take away all the money and set the house on fire?

Or... he stared at me in a corner I couldn't see.

Shubai looked around alertly, there seemed to be a sharp knife trembling in his heart, his ears moved a little, his nose sniffed, trying to find some clues, at the same time, his steps moved to the compass that was holding the compass. I pressed my finger on the compass, twisted it left and right, and found that it was a little loose.

He turned a bit in the opposite direction, and with a click, the sound of the mechanism buckle unlocking sounded.

As soon as Shubai worked hard, he lifted the compass, and explored the space below with his hand. He touched a few tightly tied cloth bags with his palm, and his hands hung on these heavy pockets. The blade trembled fiercely, prompting him to reach down, grab the purse, and turn around.

"Really if I dare not take it?!" Shubai gritted his teeth, showing a fierce look, grabbed a bag at once, put it in his palm, and said, "I will spend it all later. See if you gods are really kind or hypocritical!"

Shubai picked up the bag of money and walked out of the house. He took a look back at his back. This lifeless house was so boring even if it were one extra glance. He originally wanted to burn the house with a fire, but he was still afraid of endangering his neighbors if things were dry today. If he burned a street, the sin would be serious.

Shubai took the bag of money and walked to the door, and began to think about how to spend the bag of money as quickly as possible.

Buy some rare antiques of gold, silver and jade...I don't know if it is enough, or go to the restaurant to order a table of delicacies...No, the two of them also went to the restaurant. What if they ran into each other?

Then go to the songlou to learn from the literati and listen to the tunes? I’m in torn clothes, I’m afraid I can’t even enter the door...

He thought for a while in annoyance, and felt that he still had to buy some clothes first.

When passing by a steamed bun shop, the steaming heat floated out of the steaming basket one by one, like fascinating white clouds.

Shubai stopped, wiped the tip of his nose, tampered with the bag of money in his palms, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he took out a few of them and bought a cage of meat extravagantly. bun.

The buns are hot, and he tossed them around his palms. In the cold wind, they quickly dissipated the temperature.

Shubai stopped at the entrance of an exquisitely decorated clothing store, and he hesitated for a while, until the buns in his hands were a little colder, and he didn't have the courage to step in.

He grabbed the bun and took a bite. Not knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly fell a little dejected and walked towards an old street.

"Master." Shubai pushed open the open firewood door, and the dim room smelled of smoke and dust.

Shubai yelled, opened the smoke-black curtain, and walked inside.

Without lighting in the room, in an old-fashioned recliner, an old man with withered white draped lay lying down, a rough cloth-like clothes wrapped in an aged body, like a large piece of wood about to die in autumn and winter.

"Have you come back?" The old man spoke slowly, the pipe tapped the bamboo armchair lightly, and then pointed to a corner, and said: "At that time, send these cupronickel horns to the mansion of Old Man Li, the last one. Take care of business."

Shubai quickly said: "I see."

The old man made the craft of forging and forging copperware. Most of them made some ornaments, lamps, or some portraits after melting the copper. The old man’s copper paintings are very famous, and most of them are painted on them. Some scenes of immortals slaying demons and killing demons, or demons killing each other, the mythical aura seems to be able to show through the drawing board, lifelike.

Shubai asked: "Master, shall we close the store?"

The old man said: "Close it, no one will come anyway."

Shubai responded.

The old man asked: "Go to the old Taoist priest again?"

Shubai was silent for a while, then gave a hum.

The old man sighed and said: "If you can't kill, and unfortunately die, old man, I will support you for so many years for nothing."

Shubai said in a weak voice: "I'm the disciple, I'm sorry Master."

The speed of the old man hitting the cigarette rod slowed down, and said: "Don't blame you, it is also a good thing to know the gratitude. If it were not for your strength, I would not open the door to let you in."

Shubai held hands with both hands, tightened the money bag, and said: "If my disciple won't go anymore, I will follow the master and pass on the craftsmanship of your old man."

The old man smiled, and in the crunching sound, his old body pulled up from the bamboo deck chair and walked to the hut at the back of the backyard.

"In New Year's Eve two days later, accompany Master to see the lights." The old man said suddenly.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Shubai's heart. He could not grasp the source of this premonition. He hesitated for a while before slowly speaking: "Okay..."

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Ning Changjiu put his chopsticks on the table, took a rare sip of wine, and looked faintly at the river running through the city under the tall buildings. On both sides of the long river, pedestrian porters wrapped in thick clothes were walking and washing. The woman in the clothes banged her clothes claply, but the back of her hands was very clean, and there were no blue-purple chilblains.

Ning Xiaoling was looking at the dazzling menu again. While thinking about what to eat next time, she fiddled with the much-worn money bag, her face distressed.

"Brother, our family is limited, we can't spend money like this in the future." Ning Xiaoling held the purse, recalling its swollen appearance: "This is our hard-earned money!"

Ning Changjiu smiled and asked: "Will you go to drink wine?" Ning Xiaoling clutched her money bag and hesitated: "Will the money be enough?"

Ning Changjiu smiled, and said, "Watching the dancing sisters in the songlou, how can you see your marrying master dancing swords is so pleasing to the eye? If you really go to see it at that time, Xiaoling will be disappointed. Money is still bad, it's better to leave a thought."

When Ning Xiaoling heard this, she felt that it made sense. She put the purse into her arms, carefully put it away, and said: "That listens to brother!"

After dinner, Ning Changjiu went downstairs with her.

The cold winter wind passed through the hall, but the crowded streets were full of excitement and celebration. Many shops had red lanterns hung up high at the entrances, and the necks of tall horses were also wrapped in ribbons. , Pacing forward.

"Brother, when you left earlier, did you cast any spell on that boy named Shubai?" Ning Xiaoling asked suddenly.

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and smiled: "Junior sister has not only increased her realm, but her eyesight has also increased a lot, but she has not disappointed the little snow fox you crushed."

Ning Xiaoling asked curiously: "What spell did the brother cast?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It's just a little bit of carving and insect skills, it's nothing."

Ning Xiaoling snorted coldly: "Fight again, my brother will lose his hair sooner or later!"

Ning Changjiu said: "Let's walk around the city with the brother, it's obviously only two months, but I always feel...like I haven't come back in a few years."

Ning Xiaoling gave a hum, and stretched out lazily.

Actually, along the way, many people have looked strangely at the brothers and sisters, not because of any special reasons, but because they are really thinly dressed.

Several snows have fallen this month. No matter how bright the sun is in winter, there is no temperature. Of course, the residual snow between the blue tiles is also difficult to melt. The ice hanging under the tile eaves reflects the sunlight, more like a canine tooth. The wrong curtain can be hung until the beginning of spring this year.

In such a cold winter, most people in a prosperous city wear furs made of fox fur and mink, while ordinary people are much worse. The richer wear cotton or silk clothes, and the poor Still wearing a robe made of Gema.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling are both cultivators at the moment. Of course, their ability to keep out the cold is not the same as ordinary people. Ning Changjiu is still wearing a cold-proof coat, and Ning Xiaoling is just a cold-sleeved dress.

She doesn't feel cold, just seeing others wear so much, coupled with a series of strange eyes, the psychological level is a little colder.

"Brother, let's go buy some thicker clothes, and put on pretends." Ning Xiaoling suggested.

Ning Changjiu suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed towards the bridge head: "Junior sister, don't panic, isn't there any less clothes?"

Ning Xiaoling stood on tiptoe and looked at the position of his fingers.

Beside the big arch bridge across the river, under a big willow tree with withered leaves, a girl in thin clothes, with long sleeves up, dancing on the cold floor with bare feet, an old man sitting Next to her, with a black cloth over her eyes and a musical instrument in her hand, her voice was drowned by the crowd. Although it was difficult to hear, it always carried a faint desolation.

Ning Xiaoling pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother, take a look."

Ning Changjiu was dragged by her towards the bridge.

New Year’s Eve is a very good day. Many wealthy families also like to beg for a lot of celebration at this time. Even for those begging on the roadside, they are willing to give a few more copper plates.

But there is no money in the basin in front of the father and daughter. Maybe it’s because the song and dance are too cold, and the clothes are too plain. The erhu babbles, more like a funeral. , For nothing to destroy the bustle of the city, this bridge is the most lively place in the city, leaving them a place to perform arts is also considered good.

The dancing girl looked very young. About Mo and Ning Xiaoling were about the same, but she was extremely thin. When she danced, the dress was not fit, and she looked a little bloated. The girl’s ankles were even more swollen. It's skinny, without any beauty, it just makes people feel pity and pity.

She sings like the dialect of this city. Ning Changjiu can probably understand a few lines. The lyrics seem to be "The tree yellow bird goes, the white snow piles up the monuments, the ferry boat went away, and the reed flower became snow for a few years. , Zhu Huangyu Lao, sigh Naihe...naihe."

The tone is tactful and sad. I can hear someone who has practiced the song, but the lyrics are sad and really unpleasant. No one wants to listen to this kind of festival.

Ning Xiaoling couldn’t understand what she was singing. She just thought about the days when her father, mother and brother were alone after their death. She couldn’t help but empathize, so she took out her purse, grabbed a handful, and spilled it in. In the basin.

The old man of Nara Erhu is indifferent.

The dancing girl stopped a little bit, and bowed to Ning Xiaolingfu's body, saluted and thanked her, her thin face was slightly low, and her misty eyes looked at her sadly, full of gratitude.

Ning Xiaoling's body was shocked by the tearful eyes, and some copper coins were rushed in. The girl's soft body was a blessing again, and she kept thanking her, and she couldn't help but feel weak. It seems to be dumped on the ground at any time.

After Ning Xiaoling finished her deeds, her waist became straighter, and she waved her hand lavishly, saying: "Don't thank you, you are the one who jumped."

Ning Changjiu stood aside and watched.

I can see that this little girl still has a foundation. This posture should have been practiced all the year round, but it’s a pity that the old man playing the violin seems to be ignorant of the customs. He sighed another sentence, but also why others are unwilling to give money.

Across the noisy street, two rows of low eaves came into view.

After walking through the prosperous neighborhood, under the small old house, Ning Xiaoling said with emotion: "There are still many people in this world."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yes, so the cultivator should take up the heavy task."

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Actually, I know that even if I just gave her so much money, I will definitely be harsh afterwards. Maybe I still can't even eat a full bite..."

Ning Changjiu snorted. Many street performers like this are forced to launch by coercion. After they close the stall, no matter how much they earn, the little girl may only have a bowl of food. Porridge.

If it were in the past, Ning Xiaoling might find all the people behind the scenes in a fit of anger, and bring them to justice, but now she is only taking advantage of her and squeezing more money.

Ning Changjiu said: "This is also the reason why many immortals do not want to come to the mortal to see. This is the city. Those mountain villages and towns that are attacked by wild beasts are even more miserable. A monster attack. After that, it is likely to be ten rooms and nine empty spaces. After all, the cultivator will have a mortal heart. After seeing more of these, he will inevitably form a bond with the world. How to become a fairy?"

Ning Xiaoling sighed and said: "Practitioners do not cultivate or do, and are supported by the world, but practitioners have to avoid the world as much as possible... Isn't this a waste of human support?"

Ning Changjiu said: "But if there were no practitioners to kill the devil by the gods abandon the moon every year, the world would be even worse. This is where the cultivator’s creed is written, and it can be regarded as the greatest contribution that the practitioner has made to the world. ."

Ning Xiaoling asked softly: "But in my hometown, there are still mountain ghosts attacking the city..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Because you can't kill it. Even the biggest practitioner can't kill even the weakest mountain ghost."

Ning Xiaoling was not convinced, and asked: "The cultivator of the Purple Garden Realm Feijian Huahong turned a thousand miles away. Those mountain ghosts are very powerful in our eyes, but under their swords, they are not worth mentioning. "

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "But they are not cabbages, they don't grow motionless in the ground. The sky and the earth are too big, and there are too many places to hide, just like you close the door of a house and start killing a house of mosquitoes. I thought I was clean, but when I woke up, I might find that my forearm was still bloated."

Ning Xiaoling let out a cry, subconsciously scratching her forearm, a little dejected.

Going deeper and going all the way, the old red paint peeled off the wooden door with a deep water-stained color, and the couplets posted are also very old. The words on them are almost unclear, only a few A young child was holding a chair, and a brand new red lantern hung high in front of the door.

Red lanterns hung up and down along the street. If the long street is a branch, then they are bright red.

"Finally, it's still a bit festive." Ning Xiaoling said with emotion.

Ning Changjiu said: "We also grew up experiencing hardships. Of course it is good to have compassion after being rich, but it is not good to keep hurting the spring and the autumn like this."

Ning Xiaoling murmured: "But [567 Chinese www.yue20.com] It's winter now."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yes, two days later, it will be the New Year. Even the small border towns will be very lively. If it is a rich place, it will be full of gold and pink lights and shadows, more beautiful. People in it will often forget. I am in winter."

Ning Xiaoling raised her head and asked: "Brother is referring to practitioners who are accustomed to cultivating outside the world, so they don’t care about the injustices in the world?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Just talk about it, Junior Sister, don't think too much."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother must mean this!"

Ning Changjiu sighed: "In fact, it is not incomprehensible for many practitioners to avoid the world, because they have been hiding from the world for a long time and have not experienced the worldliness of human beings. If you really travel the world, it is likely to cause a lot of tragedies that are full of anger and corpses. It is a good thing for them not to come to the world."

Ning Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully, and said: "So the cultivation of the big sects is very important, and it is very strict for us to marry a sister."

Ning Changjiu's hands are sleeved with both hands. He seems to have criticized this statement. He retorted: "You know how to beat people when you marry a master. What do you know about real heart cultivation?"

Ning Xiaoling coldly hummed: "These bad things, you have the ability to speak in front of the master."

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm not stupid."

Next to a stone pier, Ning Xiaoling stopped. She sat on it, hammered her leg, and said, "Forget it, I can’t walk anymore. There is nothing good about these broken alleys, brother, we Go back..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Okay, Junior Sister is now in charge of the money, so it is natural to be the master of the house."

Ning Xiaoling covered her purse and said: "Okay, but I have to go back by another way."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that if I cross the bridge again, the last remaining money will be gone."

"But this city seems to be a bridge."

"Ah..."

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When I returned home, it was already close to dusk. The setting sun towards the west filled the streets with mild light, and even the cold wind faded the temperature. Ning Xiaoling stood at the door and looked far away, feeling in my heart. The rare peace is like the kind of steadfastness of fingers touching the wooden door when returning home from exhaustion from a long journey.

If it is so good every day, even if you don’t go back to the mountain gate to practice.

It's just that this calm was quickly broken.

"Brother! Why a bag of money is missing! I said that kid is not credible! Brother, what are you doing to abuse good people, good people get rewarded, and there are no good people!" Ning Xiaoling opened the compass. Ange squatted down a bit, looked at the empty piece inside, and was heartbroken. The kid who stole the money was not in front of him, so naturally he could only transfer the hatred to the senior.

Ning Changjiu walked to her side, looked in and said softly: "Is it gone..."

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