You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 206: The Capital

Wei Shu rode on the moonlight and quickly returned to his own courtyard.

I returned to the compound and quickly closed the door, and finally felt a little more at peace.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand and rested for a while before finally letting out a sigh of relief. His eyes rolled slightly.
"That Taoist priest really seems to be a good man, sensible, and must have been deceived by the returnees."

When they met today, he felt that the Taoist priest was full of energy and was indeed a rare handsome man. Wei Shu had a good impression of him. If his master had not warned him, he would probably have directly dragged the Taoist priest out for a drink.

I finally felt relieved and was about to take a rest, but suddenly I noticed a thick fog outside the window.

"Hmm? It's foggy?"

Wei Shu frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

He wanted to close the window, but suddenly he smelled a strong smell of water vapor.

I just felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over me.

His steps were unsteady and his head was dizzy. Wei Shu felt as if he had drunk strong liquor for three or four days, with a heavy head and light feet.

His eyelids were pressed together and he couldn't open them at all. He forced himself to lie down on the bed without even covering himself with a quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

I didn’t know how long I had been floating in this drowsy sleep. I just felt like I was drifting in the waves, getting farther and farther away.

Suddenly, he felt a little light in front of him, as if there was a little light shining in the distance.

Subconsciously, I floated towards that direction.

Finally, I opened my eyes drowsily, and felt a slight breeze blowing past my ears, which made me feel inexplicably clear and comfortable.

This? Where is this?

Looking around, he found himself in a small courtyard.

There was nothing else in the courtyard except a stone table and a wooden chair.

A thick stack of rice paper was placed on top of the table.

Wei Shu leaned over to take a look and found that the content on the rice paper looked very familiar.

It seems like...

These are the poems and articles he has collected over the years!
Upon closer inspection, he found that the piece of paper on top of the pile was the poem he had used when he was escaping today.

The scholar still remembered that he got this poem from a woodcutter.

At that time, the two of them were taking shelter from the rain in a mountain temple. Wei Shu saw a halo on the woodcutter and took him out.

Although the second half of the poem made no sense, the first half sounded good and he still liked it.

Now that I saw it again, I was so happy that I reached out to touch the paper on the table.

When his fingers touched the pages of the book, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, and all the pages flew up.

"My poem! My poem!"

Wei Shu suddenly felt extremely anxious and wanted to reach out to catch the papers flying in the air, but these chapters were like butterflies or flying birds, so how could he catch them?

I saw flying papers drifting farther and farther away, until I couldn't even touch them.

He exerted strength under his feet and tried to grab it.

suddenly,

A piece of rice paper flew in front of Wei Shu.

He tried to touch it, but when his fingertips touched the rice paper, he felt only stickiness.

The bright red color spreads outward from the center of the rice paper, as if blood is flowing in it!
next moment,
A bright red head suddenly stretched out from the rice paper!
There was no skin on the head, only blood and flesh textures were exposed, looking hideous and horrible:
"Why do you take my thoughts! Why do you take my thoughts!"

The terrifying face directly hit Wei Shu's heart. He screamed, stepped back repeatedly, and fell to the ground with a thud.

I opened my eyes and found the surroundings clean and bright. There was a wooden table, an oil lamp, a wooden chair, and the window was half open, with some moonlight shining in from outside.

It's his room.

"Huh..." Wei Shu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I had a nightmare."

I don’t know why I suddenly had this nightmare, I just felt cold sweat on my back.

I felt that the evening breeze outside the window was a bit cold, so I got up and planned to close the window.

When he reached the window, Wei Shu subconsciously looked up and outside.

he saw...

Rice paper flying all over the sky.

And the heads wailing and wailing above.

……

After a brief calculation, Zuo Chen could feel that Wei Shu had fallen asleep.

He set up a dream for Wei Shu. If Wei Shu in the dream could understand that what he did was wrong, he would quickly find a way out of the dream and leave.

If that doesn't work,

I don’t know how long I will sleep this time.

Zuo Chen even injected him with true Qi to ensure that his body would not be damaged.

Look! What a nice person I am!
Without thinking any more, he led everyone towards the courtyard.

Entering the bamboo forest, the morning light swept the ground, reflecting a white cloud.

A simple courtyard is built in the bamboo forest.

The courtyard is not big and looks like the courtyard of a wealthy family, but it is not small either. If it is for one or two people to live in, it would be too lonely.

There is a peach bamboo planted in the middle, which is two people tall and swaying in the wind.

Caiyi looked left and right, then ran to the front of the house in small steps. She rubbed her fingers lightly on the floor, wiping off a streak of dust.

"There's so much dust. How long has it been since you cleaned it?"

After hearing Caiyi's words, Guan Jinping's eyes also revealed a hint of nostalgia.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been back here.”

She was quite emotional.

At that time, the people returning home were traveling all over Daliang and rarely gathered together. The reason why they chose Yuzhou as the place to build the small pavilion was mainly because Yuzhou was located in the center of Daliang and close to the capital, so it was relatively more convenient to travel by horse and carriage.

When she was young, there were many people in the small pavilion, including senior brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters, and the master who always had a warm smile. The years were peaceful. But now, the building is deserted, lonely and desolate. Under the silver makeup of the waning moon, where can you see any past figures?

Time and years have long since abandoned her along with that group of old friends, leaving only this heart full of scars.

Because of this, Guan Jinping would not come back here unless he got the new fragments of the capital and sealed them in the warehouse.

Just seeing the things reminds me of the person.

Having said this, he glanced at Yan Wangsheng next to him with eyes full of resentment, which made the old beggar's hair stand on end.

Zuo Chen ignored the two old men who believed that "everything is implied" and glanced sideways at a corner of the courtyard.

It was a two-story building.

Even though there was a silver moon shining above, it was still wrapped in a thick shadow that could not be seen through.

The air of the sea of ​​suffering is overwhelming and endless.

It seems that the remaining fragments of the capital's manuscripts are here.

At this moment, the silver moon was shining, but not a single ray of light could penetrate into the tall two-story building. It was as if it was covered with a layer of black gauze. Just looking at it was enough to make people feel uneasy.

With a slight force of his wrist, Zuo Chen pushed open the door of the warehouse in front of him, only to feel a gust of cold wind blowing in his face, causing Zhu Laoba, who was following behind him, to shiver.

Guan Jinping walked up to Zuo Chen and introduced:

"Sir, all the fragments of the imperial scrolls that Guixiang has collected over the years are here. There are also some immortal legacies among them. If you can clean up the bitter sea of ​​filth above these fragments, then please take these immortal legacies with you. Guixiang is no longer able to keep them now."

She sounded somewhat lonely when she said this.

Zuo Chen didn't say anything, just observed the situation in the warehouse.

A few faint golden flashes can be seen in the thick black. Those should be the relics left by the immortals that Guan Jinping mentioned.

However, the remains of these immortals were also suppressed by darkness at this moment and could not move at all.

He could even vaguely hear screams coming from within the warehouse, which were exactly the same as the sounds he had made when he suppressed the sea of ​​suffering before.

"It was so dark, how did you get in before?"

Zuo Chen asked.

Although the concentration of the evil air in front of us is far less than that of the real sea of ​​suffering, it is also dangerous enough.

Even a master of Zhu Laoba's level would find it difficult to last long in there.

If you rush in without any care, you might lose your life.

"In the beginning, when there were few books, it was no big deal, so people could just go in and out normally. Later, as the number of books gradually increased, more and more strange phenomena occurred in the warehouse. At that time, some returning home got lost in the warehouse, so the master made a rule that anyone who entered the warehouse had to be accompanied by at least two people, one holding a lamp and one holding a knife, and leave immediately after putting away the books."

Guan Jinping paused for a moment before continuing:

"After that, no one else returned home, and I got used to walking alone in the warehouse. As long as I am not disturbed by the shadows in the warehouse, my mind will not be trapped."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zuo Chen sighed.

Hearing Zuo Chen say this, Guan Jinping felt a strange feeling in her heart for some reason.

It was as if my own teacher was comforting me.

But for some reason, Guan Jinping always felt as if there was nothing wrong with her.

He simply stopped talking and took two steps back, wanting to see how Zuo Chen would get rid of the evil thoughts in this warehouse.

Zuo Chen took out a white jade bottle from his arms and weighed it slightly in his hand.

This was obtained from Baozhai before.

This white jade bottle is not a top-grade treasure, but it is extremely effective in absorbing the bitter sea. A few days ago on the boat, Zuo Chen used the method of absorbing objects to improve the bottle.

Whether it is suction power or storage space, it is much larger than before.

He raised the bottle and pointed it at the warehouse in front of him:

"receive!"

A gust of wind blew up at the mouth of the white jade bottle, and the black smoke in the warehouse was pulled violently into the bottle as if grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

In just two or three breaths, the thick black air that seemed to have been attached to the warehouse disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The bright moon in the sky finally cast a bright light, illuminating the entire warehouse.

The books lay safely on the shelves, neatly arranged.

Guan Jinping paused for a moment, and felt that the building in front of her was exactly the same as the one she remembered from her childhood.

At that time, the children were laughing and running barefoot there, and the master in the yard had just planted peach and bamboo trees.

When she came back to her senses, Taozhu was taller than her, blocking her shadow.

He suddenly covered his chest and burst into tears.

Yan Wangsheng walked up to the old woman and patted her on the back.

No one spoke, just waiting for her to finish crying.

After waiting for a while, Guan Jinping calmed down and wiped away her tears:

"I'm fine, sorry for the joke."

After finally adjusting their mood, everyone walked into the warehouse, only to see Silver Moon falling to the ground and books and brochures neatly placed on the shelves.

Some of the booklets were only half left, as if they had been torn apart, while others had no titles and lay quietly on the bookshelf.

Zuo Chen picked up a book at random and opened it to read.

This is what is left of the capital.

Fragments of various magic techniques.

After just two glances, his expression became a little strange.

This fragment...

The content was a little different from what he expected.

This is not a Taoist secret method of cultivation.

But...

People's livelihood art.

Seeking monthly ticket
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(End of this chapter)