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Chapter 91: Tears are still visible, and the thought is sad

That night, the drizzle continued until dawn.

Wang Xian's words, "Tomorrow I will prepare a generous gift to thank him in public," lingered in Old Lady Wang's ears like a spell, buzzing until dawn.

No one cared about the old lady's anger and anxiety. On the contrary, someone in the same city predicted Wang Xian's decision.

Cui Mansion, Jingsi Study.

Cui Heng said only one sentence: "Wang Xian is a man who always prefers peacemaking to advancement. He dare not break with everyone. Tomorrow he will prepare a generous gift to thank Chen Xu."

"Father, I will also go to thank Brother Chen tomorrow."

When saying this, Cui Yunqi was full of vigor and vitality, no longer as pale and decadent as he was when he returned from Jichuan County that day.

Cui Heng smiled and said, "How about this? Now you no longer feel it's a shame to lose to him, right?"

"It's not shameful, but it's not enough." Cui Yunqi paced in his study, muttering, "The flower is not a flower, the fog is not fog. It comes at midnight and leaves at dawn... It's wonderful, but it's not enough."

"What would be enough?"

"Becoming famous all over the world is just the beginning." Cui Yunqi was full of confidence. Although the young man was just standing in the study, he seemed to see the whole world.

Cui Heng shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

The night rain is drizzling, and the world is full of different situations.

In the inn, Feng Yuanbai and his son have not yet left the underworld.

Chen Xu listened to the sound of rain outside the window and waited for most of the night.

He was not just sitting there in silence. After feeling the aura of heaven and earth for a while, he gradually felt his mind becoming a little stagnant, and his surging inspiration seemed to be fading.

Chen Xu withdrew his thoughts and first added one point to each of his three attributes.

[Free attribute points: 85]

A subtle feeling of fullness surged into his body, and Chen Xu suddenly felt refreshed.

By now, the increase in strength that a small amount of attribute points can bring to him seems to be weakening.

However, if you only use attribute points to restore consumption, the effect is still very good.

He spread a few sheets of paper on the table, dripped water and ground ink, and then began to write two short stories about creating animals.

Once you have promised something to the ghosts in the ghost market, it is naturally better to do it as soon as possible.

"I once encountered a strange incident while studying in the marketplace. Thinking about it still terrifies me, and the lingering fear remains. Therefore, I am writing it down to warn others..."

At the beginning, the novel is written in the style of a thriller to arouse the reader's curiosity.

The words and sentences are as simple and concise as possible. Although the story unfolds in the first person from the perspective of "I", the protagonist is not "I" but a ranger.

Chen Xu wrote that he was studying in the city. In the middle of the night, he first saw a fire, then heard a scream. He wanted to get up to put out the fire, but then he heard that the fire was out.

He had a restless night, tossing and turning. The next morning he went to the market, but heard that Yang, who often sold mutton at the market, was not an ordinary person and could perform sorcery.

At this point, Chen Xu's writing style gradually became more ghostly and eerie.

He then narrated the horror of animal husbandry and described the miserable state of sheep after being slaughtered, especially focusing on his own memory of seeing tear marks on the sheep's heads when he walked past a sheep vendor's stall.

"The traces of tears are still there, and the thought is so sad."

He used eight simple words to summarize his emotional changes after learning the truth.

There is no exaggeration, but it is precisely this concise language that has an indescribable power when used here.

Afterwards, he used a legendary style to narrate how the knight broke into the sheep dealer's house last night and rescued a cart of "lambs" that had recently been killed by livestock, and how he killed the murderer with a knife.

After killing people, he set fire to the devil's den, causing the sheep merchant and his mother to be shattered into pieces, with no place to bury their bodies forever.

The knight then urged the sheep to drink water in public to dispel the evil spell...

The focus is on describing the magical scene after the sheep turns into a human, emphasizing that drinking plenty of water can dispel the evil spell that creates animals.

Finally, the knight, whose image had always been vague, floated away.

As the saying goes, "When the work is done, leave, hiding your body and name"

Chen Xu hesitated for a moment at this point. He had already decided not to write poetry in the near future.

However, if this short story at this moment could include this poem "Xia Ke Xing", then this piece of writing would not only be able to spread all over the world, but also could be spread all over the world.
It may even shine for thousands of years.

And under the illumination of such light, how could the evil animal-making arts in the world be able to hide?

Chen Xu picked up his pen and finally ended the story of the knight and the beastman with the following words: "The Zhao guest's hair is covered with barbarian tassels, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow."

When I wrote the first sentence, my pen felt a little sluggish for some reason.

At this time, the rain outside the window has become so light that it is almost non-existent, but the shadow of clouds has appeared on the horizon without knowing when.

A faint white light lit up in the sky, faintly awakening the sleeping city.

At the Yunjiang government office, the attendant dressed the prefect and said, "Master, the gifts from the Wang family have been returned, but the Wei family just sent another invitation."

The prefect frowned in annoyance and blurted out, "If you don't answer, just say I'm busy with official business."

After saying this, he added, "No, it's just that the recent cold snap in spring has caught me by accident, so I'm calling in sick and want to take three days off.

I won’t accept any messages from anyone within three days!”

After saying this, the prefect was very happy.

In the sky, the golden light behind the clouds was still slowly scattering, sometimes dyeing the sky a fish belly white, and sometimes reflecting faint colorful clouds on the edge of the large clouds.

But all of this still seems very superficial.

It is just like the rain last night and the wind in the early morning. Everything is gradual and seemingly calm, but in fact, there are undercurrents.

Chen Xu was struggling a little, but since he had made up his mind, there was no reason for him to give up halfway.

He continued: "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a shooting star."

Every stroke is sharp and unrestrained.

It was like the knife that night, cutting through the filth of the world and the injustice in my heart.

Just one strike, and a head was chopped off!
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

"When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my identity and name."

In the epilogue of the story of the animal, the knight is recited: "I passed by Jichuan to drink, took off my sword and laid it across my knees..."

The innate Qi in Chen Xu's dantian was flowing rapidly, just like a wild horse that had broken free from its fetters.

He closed his mouth tightly and gritted his teeth.

Fortunately, his free attribute points were replenished at this moment, so Chen Xu added three points to each of his three attributes in one breath.

The innate Qi rolls in continuously, and is cut off and regenerated.

continue!

"I will roast the meat and feed the demon, and offer you a drink.

Three cups of wine and a promise is made, and the Five Mountains seem nothing to us."

……

In the sky, it seemed as if a faint wisp of green smoke rose up at some point.

The initial direction of the green smoke seemed to be an ordinary commercial district in Yunjiang City.

There are already many stalls selling breakfast on both sides of the street.

In the early morning glow, the streets and alleys that had been washed by rain all night were exceptionally fresh.

A few people were walking around, eating their breakfast, or chatting: "Something seemed to have happened at the ancient pavilion yesterday, but it's a pity I didn't ask about it."

"What could it be? It's just those young men getting together to write some crappy poetry again. What's the point?"

"Yes, it's not as interesting as listening to the songs of Sister Tao in Chunfeng Lane..."

"Hahaha, that's not right! Hey, look what that is?"

(End of this chapter)