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date="2021-11-14"

title="Chapter One Hundred and Nine"

weight="147614"

series = ["Carven Jade"]

mode = "manual"

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Fu Changling settled down, and he stepped forward towards the restaurant. Since he had already arrived, he first went to drink a glass of water and wine.

He walked to the restaurant and opened the curtains to enter. The restaurant was very prosperous with people coming and going. Only then did Fu Changling remember that the Samsara Bridge was deserted on all sides. Why was a restaurant built here? And there are so many people in the restaurant from time to time. ?

He was a little curious, but he didn't say anything. He carried the sword through the crowd and looked for a position by the window.

The position by the window just happened to be able to see the Samsara Bridge not far away. It is not winter now. On the Samsara Bridge, half ice and snow and half clear, and the same is true for the running water under the bridge, half frozen and half flowing, and it looks quite weird.

Fu Changling put the compass and sword on the table, put his hand on the edge of the sword, and supported his chin with one hand, looking up at the reincarnation bridge not far away.

waiter carried a rag on his shoulders, and carried the teapot and tableware in his hand. He rushed through the crowd and came to the side of Fu Changling. He put the teapot and tableware away, and said enthusiastically, "What does the guest officer want?"

Listening to waiter’s greeting, Fu Changling turned his head and looked at waiter for a moment. He recognized that this person was somewhat similar to the person when he came here in his previous life. He umbrella the treasurer.

Now he is still in front of the second class, but he didn't expect to become the shopkeeper of this store after forty years.

"Guest?" waiter saw Fu Changling staring at him in a daze. He was a little confused. Fu Changling came back to his senses and smiled, "Let's put on your signature, especially wine."

When waiter heard Fu Changling's arrogance, he immediately smiled and said happily: "Guests can rest assured, our family's rice wine is mellow and famous, so many immortals come here, never let us down!"

"Okay." Fu Changling smiled and nodded, and patted her second shoulder, "You work hard, you have a future."

waiter was stunned, and then a little embarrassed to laugh: "Guardian, you are the Xian's family. When you say that, the younger ones are ashamed not to give you something. They will give you an extra plate of peanuts, listen to books, drink and eat. Peanuts, cozy!"

As he said, waiter turned around, and Fu Changling heard the sparse applause coming from the surrounding area. He raised his head and found a young man stepping onto the stage.

The young man wore a blue shirt and bowed his hands toward everyone to thank him. Fu Changling recognized it for a moment and found that this man was the old man who told the story back then. He is still in his prime now, and looks high-spirited.

"Thank you for your support. You should also know that you have already received the admission order from the Hongmeng Temple. I will leave tomorrow for the exam. Maybe I won't come back this time. You don't want to miss it."

"Sir, if you don't come back, who tells us the story?"

Someone asked loudly below, and the young man laughed: "Almost all I can say, what else do you want to hear?"

"Say something big!" someone shouted, "I haven't heard of it!"

While everyone was talking, the child brought the peanuts and peanuts to Fu Changling. Fu Changling leaned on the table and picked up the peanuts. He became a little curious about what the young man would say.

The young man thought about it seriously: "Speaking of the big... it's better to ask, I know everything you want to hear."

With that said, the young man sat down, and when the fan was turned on, it was quite chic.

"Tell me about the deserted village next to me."

Fu Changling said loudly. When he heard this, everyone looked over. The storyteller shook his fan and said with a smile: "This young man outsider, right?"

"How do you know?" Fu Changling said lazily, holding his chin, "Is my accent the same as yours?"

"Because everyone here knows that this is not a village with no people, but there is no village except near the wheel bridge."

Hearing this, Fu Changling was stunned for a while, and the storyteller slowly said, "What, don't the Xianjia know? Since the blood pool was built in Yue Sinan, the aura in this neighborhood has been exhausted. In addition to the reincarnation bridge, there are plants, birds and beasts nearby. Survival has long been inhumane."

"The planted plants will die, the humans and beasts will age and die quickly after a while. All young people should leave, only what they can't live without will stay here."

"Why can't you leave it?"

Fu Changling was a little puzzled, and the storyteller smiled: "Stay here, there are some fields, what can I do when I go out?"

"Yes," the person next to him echoed, "I heard that there are many people outside who can't grow their fields. They are all running towards the big gate. They want to go to places where there are so many people who are robbing food. It's better to stay here. "

Fu Changling frowned as he listened. Only then did he realize that the exhaustion of spiritual energy had already become so serious among ordinary people so long ago.

He thought for a while and then paid attention: "Yue Sinan is the blood pool built near here?"

"Yes," the storyteller raised his hand and pointed in the direction where Fu Changling had come. "It's around there, it's almost fifteen years."

"I still remember this." One of the middle-aged people sighed and turned to look in the direction of Fu Changling. We are still thinking about what she will do to build such a large pool."

"Are you the one present?"

Fu Changling straightened his back, quite serious.

The speaker sighed: "Yes, I was the one who was arrested by her at that time. She asked us to build a round pond and also let us carve many patterns in it, then let us stand in it, and then just A lot of puppets were released, one by one they chopped us up and hung up, and poured the blood into the pool."

"Then how did you escape?"

Others are puzzled.

"She saw half of it, and other immortal masters came to stop him. At that time, the sky was full of monks, so I took the opportunity to run out. Later I heard that those monks were all killed by her."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "The devil."

The storyteller listened to the words of the middle-aged man and sighed: "Indeed, I was actually there at the time."

"Mr. is there?"

Fu Changling was a little curious: "Mr. should be very young then, right?"

The storyteller nodded: "This master and I should be regarded as fellow villagers. At that time, I was only six years old and my family was in the city. When the more Sinan came to arrest people to build the blood pool, I was hidden by my parents in the alley. In the box. Funny to say that many people would hide their children at the time. When I was put in the box by my parents, I also met a strange person."

"You can meet people in this way," Fu Changling laughed, "Is it the turn of life?"

"If he is still alive... Forget it, in fact, I haven't paid attention to him. There is a high probability that there is no friendship." The storyteller sighed, seemingly regretful, Fu Changling said strangely: "Why, is there something unexpected? ?"

"This person is said to be a strange person, but he was actually very young. He was two years younger than me at the time." As the storyteller said, Fu Changling subconsciously thought of Qin Yanlai.

Fifteen years ago, he was four years old, that was the same age as Qin Yan.

"He was a well-known figure in the city back then. He came from the only fairy gate Qin in the city. He was born as Tianlinggen. I heard that his parents were planning to send him to Hongmeng Tiangong to study. The soul."

Listening to the surname "Qin", Fu Changling couldn't help being a little sensitive, and then said, "What happened later?"

"After the accident, his parents hid him in a wooden box, which was considered an escape. When I was young, I only wanted to escape for my life. When the city was settled and all the adults were taken away, I sneaked out. I didn’t care about him either. I wandered around in the city and went home to search for food. Then I heard that a fairy was coming. I hurried out of the city and wanted to find my parents. At this time, I met this Qin again. The son."

The storyteller recalled, with a look of pity on his face: "He was a fool without a soul. He was so hungry that he was only skin and bones. He obviously hadn't eaten food. No one knew how he hadn't eaten for more than ten days. The one who survived, maybe this is Tian Linggen. At that time, the children rushed to the gate of the city, and so did he, but he moved more slowly than others, like..."

The storyteller said, frowning, and finally found a suitable term: "It's like walking forward with a silk thread and being dragged by someone. Many children have reached the gate of the city, and he is still walking slowly. I will go up. Answered to him, but he didn't speak, I didn't have time to control him, so I ran away by myself."

"When I ran to the gate of the city, I saw the monks in the sky explode one by one, and their flesh and blood fell into the huge circular pool. Many children were scared to cry, crying loudly, I was also scared stupid. At the gate of the city, watching the monks fall into the blood, there was a purple-clothed girl standing by the pool, saying they were dirty."

"Where is that kid?"

For some reason, Fu Changling was very concerned about the child.

The intuition of the monk is a reminder of the way of heaven. Although this kind of thought comes inexplicably, Fu Changling did not restrain himself and insisted on asking.

The storyteller was a loose mouth and didn't deliberately conceal it. He recalled: "All the children are afraid, but the young master Qin is not afraid at all. He walked towards the blood pool step by step, walking very firmly, and I called him Several times, he refused to answer me. The sword light from the sky smashed everywhere, and the purple-clothed witch underneath could not be separated from them. Young Master Qin was lucky, and no one could beat him, so he saw him walk into the pool of blood. With a'puff,' he jumped down."

"Then he must be dead."

The middle-aged man who spoke earlier frowned: "The blood pool can be deep."

"I think so too."

The storyteller showed a serious look: "But in fact, it's not like that."

"He is still alive?"

Others asked in surprise, saying that there was a bit of fear on the face of the book, and he nodded: "At that time, I was frightened, my legs were soft, and I couldn't run. Then a stone came down and hit next to me, and I curled up. It happened to be stuck between the stones, and I saw the monks outside calling."

"In the end all the monks were killed, and the blood pool was full of blood. Then, I saw Yue Sinan staggering and standing on the edge of the blood pool, thinking and jumping, not knowing what he was doing, and then the whole blood pool. It was all boiling, and then that Young Master Qin, he was sent up!"

The storyteller was shocked: "Not only did he not die, he opened his eyes and asked Yue Sinan clearly, "This is Yunze?" Can't speak."

Hearing these words, Fu Changling's face was startled: "But what are you talking about?"

"It's true." The storyteller raised his hand and said with an oath. "I can only say that there are some things I may not remember, but this is by no means a fabrication."

"and after?"

Fu Changling asked anxiously.

He suddenly realized that he wanted to be simple. Since Yue Sinan had witnessed Lin Chen's death in Taiping Town back then, since Yue Sinan had become a demon, her resistance was just fighting against Immortal Dao and killing a few ordinary people. NS?

Why did she build a pool of blood? Who broke the vitality seal in Taiping Town back then?

So many karma cultivators, could it be that they rushed over from that vitality seal?

This is the key.

After Lin Chen's death, Yue Sinan built the blood-changing pool frantically. This is the key!

"Later, I fainted."

The storyteller was a little embarrassed and smiled: "I am too young, hungry, and terrified."

When Fu Changling heard this, he wanted to hit someone.

He restrained his emotions and asked the question he most wanted to ask: "What is the name of that young master Qin?"

If it is true that Tianlinggen is still alive, it is impossible to be unknown.

The storyteller thought about it, and finally remembered the child's name.

"Qin Yan."

When Fu Changling heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and the man slapped his hand with a folding fan, then pointed at Fu Changling and said affirmatively: "It's called Qin Yan."