Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 75: Legendary Events, to be Recorded in the Prefecture

Outside the city of Yunjiang Prefecture, there is a ten-mile long pavilion.

It was still dusk at this moment, and the evening breeze blew across the ancient green grass, casting an extraordinary elegance and tranquility on the entire world.

However, it was this quaint and quiet place that made Cui Fu feel creepy.

About half a quarter of an hour after the message was sent, another paper crane flew in from the sky: "How long have you all been gone? I will be here soon."

Nowadays, the truly top-level means of communication are only in the hands of the highest-level cultivators, and most of the paper crane talismans that have been circulated have the problem of being slightly slow and having a short communication distance.

Of course, no matter how slow the paper crane message talisman is or how short the distance is, it is always faster than running errands in person.

Cui Fu waited anxiously and replied quickly: "I haven't seen you since 3:45 PM, and you've been gone for half a quarter of an hour."

Although it was only half a minute, the disappearance of a large group of living people out of thin air would be terrifying even if it only took a few breaths.

Cui Fu had already prepared for the worst, and then he heard the sound of galloping horses.

Turning around, I saw a group of people riding horses towards the official road on the other side of the city gate.

Among them, the most conspicuous in Cui Fu's eyes were the people of the Cui family.

For example, Cui Yunqi actually came here in person.

Cui Jingxian's father, Cui Yunqi's third uncle Cui Lang also came with them.

In addition, there were the Wei, Ning, Tian and other families. Yunjiang County Magistrate Feng Yuanbai also came, and the Wang family's people were at the end.

According to Cui Fu's observation, there were no outstanding descendants of the Wang family among those who participated in the poetry meeting. Therefore, it was not surprising that the Wang family just randomly sent a few people to express their concern for the other families.

Cui Fu didn't know that Wang Shi actually had an important person in the Ghost Market, but Wang Ji hid himself too well.

Seeing everyone riding their horses towards him, Cui Fu hurried to meet them.

Suddenly, Cui Yunqi, who was leading the horse, reined in his horse.

"Uu——"

The horse raised its front hooves, and there was a "hiss" sound. Everyone in front and behind stopped their horses.

Pairs of eyes looked in astonishment behind Cui Fu, in the direction of the pavilion.

Cui Fu suddenly felt a chill on his back. He hurriedly turned his head back and saw a huge, deep portal that was almost ten feet high. It seemed as if it was hanging down from the sunset in the sky to the earth.

Behind the portal, a world seemed to be projected.

It was an endless street, filled with the clamor of pedestrians, the shouting of vendors, the running of children, and all sorts of life...

The only difference is that all the people on the street have no heads.

"Ah!" Cui Fu screamed, twisted his neck, and staggered back in panic.

As he stumbled, his eyes blurred, and when he looked again, hey, there was no door in front of him.
All I see is dusk and the long pavilion.

Inside and outside the pavilion, there were figures with confused expressions.

Then, a burst of tears broke out: "I'm out, I finally got out of that damn place, wuwuwu..."

The crying seemed to be contagious, and soon three or four loud cries were heard in succession.

Of course, there were also some who didn't cry and frowned, saying, "Why are you crying so much? You're a real man, why would you act like this?"

There were also people who didn't pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment, but instead kept muttering in their mouths in ecstasy:

"There is no idle land in the world, yet farmers still starve to death..."

"The flower is not a flower, the fog is not a fog... How long will it last like a spring dream?"

Suddenly he started to laugh foolishly, which was extremely conspicuous and shocking.

Until the people who came on horseback dismounted and rushed into the pavilion.

Suddenly, a heart-shaking roar erupted from the pavilion: "Tang'er, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Tang, his clothes were stained with blood. He had his roots cut off by the "ghost" and was castrated. Now he is a cripple.

The whole scene became completely chaotic.

Because Wei Tang was not the only one injured, some people also lost their hands, feet... and even their eyes! "Help, quickly!"

"What on earth happened here?"

"What? It was the Cui family's children who unrolled the scroll and attracted the ghost market. Where is the scroll?"

“Draw, draw here.”

The painting that fell on the ground was picked up by a guard timidly. When everyone examined it carefully, they found that it was just an ordinary painting.

The paper looked quite new, with a crooked plum blossom painted on the side.

It is not a masterpiece by a famous artist, but more like a child's practice.

Cui Jingxian exclaimed in shock, "This isn't my original painting of a beauty under the moon. Someone must have replaced it!"

Since it was Cui Jingxian who invited everyone to this poetry gathering, and it was Cui Jingxian who took out the painting, this big change happened, and most of the blame should have been placed on Cui Jingxian.

However, this unsigned painting of withered plum blossoms has, to a certain extent, cleared Cui Jingxian of suspicion.

The brushstrokes of the painting are so immature that it is hard to believe that Cui Jingxian, who always had a good taste, would use such a painting to hold a poetry reading.

But even so, Cui Jingxian is the initiator of the poetry meeting after all, and he still has to bear some responsibility now that such a big thing has happened.

Cui Yunqi said, "My dear uncles and brothers, this incident is not what our Cui family wants. While investigating the cause is one thing, the more important thing is to heal your wounds.

This year, my Cui family is willing to give up 30% of the Hanlu fruit to help you injured brothers heal their wounds. I hope you will not give up.

As for this painting..."

"I must take this painting home and carefully investigate its origins." The speaker was Wei Tang's father Wei Jinfeng.

The Wei family's influence in Yunjiang Prefecture is actually not as strong as the Cui family's, but the Wei Jinfeng who came today is not only an elder, but also the father of the victim.

Among all the people present, Wei Tang was the one who was most seriously injured.

Can Cui Yunqi refuse?
Suddenly, Cui Jingxian said, "Yunqi, the reason we were able to leave the Ghost Market today is thanks to a brother. It was he who wrote three poems about green smoke, which opened the door to the Ghost Market..."

"what?"

"Three Qingyan poems?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Shock almost took shape at this moment.

Outside the pavilion, next to a group of four carriages, the students from Jichuan County and others who had returned to their original place since leaving the ghost market all turned their eyes to Chen Xu.

Chen Xu was still silently regulating his breathing, experiencing the differences between the Netherworld Ghost Market and the human world, while accelerating his adaptation to his rapidly increasing cultivation level.

[Cultivation: Tongmai Realm Early Stage 52%]

Fortunately, his innate magical power [Netherworld] has been fully awakened, and Chen Xu's mind is now full of inspiration, like a spring.

Therefore, in the moment when everyone was in chaos, he had already consumed 100 fireworks points and entered the fireworks kitchen once.

In reality, it takes dozens of breaths, but in the fireworks kitchen, it can take more than half an hour.

Chen Xu took advantage of this brief time difference and tried his best to regulate his breathing.

When I came to my senses again, I saw the sunset glow still lingering in the sky. Everything I had just experienced in the ghost market seemed like a dream.

But in my ears, I could hear exclamations one after another: "In the ghost market, I wrote three poems in a row. The clouds and smoke on the paper rose to the sky, blasting open the door to the underworld. Such a legendary thing actually exists in the world..."

"This matter should be recorded in the government records!"

boom!
But Cui Fu was full of excitement. He ran over and knelt down in front of Chen Xu.

"I want to thank Master Chen for saving my Master Jingxian from danger. Master Chen is a man of great talent and virtue. I admire him. Yunjiang, woo..."

At the end of his speech, Cui Fu was so excited that he burst into tears.

Chen Xu: “…”

(End of this chapter)