Chapter 38 Festival

"..." Xijing frowned helplessly and patted Ting's shoulder. "Where did I want to go, I mean he has no taste-is such a person still a human? Terrible... He is still a child in his heart, how could he become like this? "

"How did it become...?" Ting looked at his master inexplicably, took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood on his face, anxiously, "Master, don't you like Young Master Sumo? You, you will kill him?"

"Kill him?" Xijing took Ting's handkerchief and wiped it off roughly three times. "It is a miracle if he doesn't commit suicide!"

After a pause, holding the blood-stained handkerchief, looking at the surprised Ting, the down-and-out swordsman groaned and smiled bitterly: "How many years has it been, this is the first time I have been injured by someone. It is rare to have such an opponent." —It's a pity that he died."

"Master?" Ting looked at Xijing, worried.

Xijing casually wrapped the wound on his right arm with a handkerchief, and ordered: "Ting, you go back to the Ruyi Gambling Shop to see if that kid Murong has come, I won't go—and..." After a pause, the swordsman seemed to hesitate. His face was solemn: "Also, go back and tell that guy to be more careful: If you don't cut off the lead as soon as possible, he will collapse sooner or later! That method is too vicious, no wonder he doesn't look like a human as he cultivates."

"What way?" Ting was still inexplicable.

Xijing laughed bitterly and patted: "Girl, have you seen that little puppet?""I see it, it's exactly the same as the young master." Ting nodded, "like a twin brother, so cute!"

"Cute? That's "crack"..." Xijing sighed, with a worried look on his face, "Have you heard of it? I didn't think there would be such a technique-that guy, he was so sane and sane. It splits abruptly, and the other half of the'evil' is enclosed in that puppet! Then the puppet is manipulated and killed by the body and the wire."

"Why are you splitting up?" Ting was dumbfounded, but puzzled.

"It's probably to avoid'backlash'." Xijing nodded and groaned, "Although I learned kendo rather than magic, I also know a little-all magical methods have counterproductive effects. Without protection, the spell will bounce back to the caster with at least three times the power. Even if it is successfully applied, a certain amount of power will bounce back, causing subtle adverse effects."

"Therefore, many people who practice magical magical powers cannot go further in the end because they cannot afford the huge counterattack power brought by casting spells at the same time." Xijing explained to Ting, with awe in his eyes, "— Now that Sumo forcibly splits a part of his soul into a puppet, and uses the puppet as a substitute to withstand the backlash, then he can improve his cultivation level endlessly...for a hundred years, he has practiced like this, right? "

"No wonder Young Master is so powerful." Ting nodded visibly, "But, what's the disadvantage of this?"

Xijing lowered his head and smiled, and shook his head: "The consequences are terrible... So Somo thinks he can control the puppet, right? But he doesn't know that as his body practice improves, the puppet power that is tortured by the backlash is accumulating at the same time, and it gradually separates from him. Control of-in the end, did he control the puppet, or did the puppet control him? That might be..."

"Ah? But, isn't that puppet originally half of his soul?" Ting was still puzzled, "How can anyone control whom?"

"Fool, one is the ‘original’, and the other is the ‘evil’-there are two diametrically opposed souls fighting fiercely in the body, what do you think will end up?" The black-clothed swordsman sighed and asked.

Ting froze for a while, before murmured: "Yes... will go crazy."Xijing nodded slowly, but his gaze was sharp: "At the moment, Somo can still control the puppet, but the spirit has reached the limit, right? If you don't cut off the lead of the ten ring as soon as possible, the total collapse will be sooner or later. Thing!"

"God, I'll talk to Mrs. Ruyi right away!" Ting was startled and jumped up. "You have to let the young master cut off those leads!"

Xijing sighed and shook his head: "Actually, he said nothing. How willing is he... Now that the lead is broken, the puppet will naturally die, but the strength of his years of hard training will dissipate with it, and his joints will be broken. , The muscles and collaterals are broken, and he becomes a waste person—that child is so lonely and unreliable, how can he be willing to..."

The howling in the wind still faintly came, and those wind falcons seemed to go east, turning into small black spots. Looking up at Yunhuang's blue sky, the swordsman slowly sighed: "That guy is merciless to anyone... Back then, Aying met him and was murdered like that. That's a fate."

The long wind blew the swordsman's hair and looked at Tianyu, he smiled: "Ming Shufeng is blowing... the blue wind from the east. Ting, spring is here."

Nine, Yunyong

When he reached the fork in the road, Murong Xiu couldn't help but stop and look back when he saw that Sheng hadn't followed.

The Dongba girl stopped at the fork in the road with her hands on her knees and bent down to look at something on the ground.

"Uh, Murong, it seems very bad." Na Sheng looked at the scattered yarrow attentively, she picked it all the way, and said, "If we go this way, we must be in trouble! Let's not go to Taoyuan County."

Murong Xiu looked at her helplessly. Since the girl claimed to be entangled by ghosts in the middle of the night, she began to be suspicious of ghosts. He shook his head and resolutely opposed: "No, you have to go. Don't be too slow, it will be bad when it gets late.""Oh! Why don't you listen?" Na Sheng saw him walking away on his own, and jogged to follow him, "I didn't do it! My fortune-telling is really accurate! If you want to go this way, There must be a disaster!"

"So Daxian, can you just choose another safe road? Don't follow me." Murong Xiu was extremely impatient.

"Hey, why do you talk like that? I'm good for you! Do you think I'm talking nonsense?-Okay, I'll do it for you, listen:" That Sheng was depressed, but kept his anger and followed behind. Walking across the wall, pinching and calculating, "Your name is Murongxiu, a native of Yangzhou, the eldest son of a wealthy family...21 years old, father has passed away, mother...er, mother alive...what? She is two hundred and forty-seven years old? Wow, monsters!..."

While the Dongba girl screamed in surprise, Murong Xiu stopped abruptly and looked back at her. Na Sheng immersed himself in the calculation, almost bumping his head into his arms.

"How do you know?" Murong Xiu looked at her incredulously and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm the Sheng!" Na Sheng laughed, proudly: "I said I can tell the fortune...you believe it? Really, listen to me, don't go to the county, this road is very dangerous!"

"..." Murong Xiu didn't speak, looking at the smiling girl in front of her eyes—for the first time, she felt that the bright smile was a bit invisible. He didn't believe in any nonsense, but the girl knew him well, obviously after investigating his details, she followed him all the way. And he actually didn't know anything about the person he met halfway through.

Although it was entrusted by Gui Ji, is this strange woman really credible?

Na Sheng didn't know that Murong Xiu was suspicious, but just blindly discouraged him from taking this road to Taoyuan County. She didn't expect that the more she persuaded Murong Xiu not to take the road and not go to the county town, the more Murong Xiu felt strange in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He just sank his face and said coldly, "Master Xijing is waiting for me at the Ruyi Gambling Shop. , How can I not go?-If you refuse, you don't have to follow."

After speaking, he walked forward without looking back. When Sheng saw his face darkened, he was a little scared, stomped his feet, unimaginable, and had to follow him dejectedly. The two of them walked silently, the Sheng's feet were a little bit painful, and they kept squinting at Murong Xiu. Seeing that he was still calm, he didn't dare to say that he wanted to stop and rest.Murong Xiu was cautious, and when she saw her face uncertainly, she felt more and more suspicious in her heart. After another fork in the road, I saw that the front was getting more and more desolate. Suddenly he had an idea, so he pointed to a few stones on the side of the road and said: "I'm tired from walking, sit down and rest."

Na Sheng was looking forward to his sentence, and quickly sat down, gasping for breath: "God, how far is there... I'm exhausted."

"Are you tired? You rest, I'll go over there to scoop water for you." Murong Xiu smiled and took off the small basket on his shoulders, "You look at Yaocao for me."

"Uh, well, thank you." Na Sheng looked up and smiled at him.

Such a bright smile, like a clear stream under the sun, was so sting that Murong Xiu couldn't help closing his eyes, and he suddenly hesitated in his heart--could it be that he was worrying too much?

However, although young people who came from a merchant family are cautious and sophisticated.

"Well, give it a try and you'll know." He thought, leaving the priceless Yaocao basket and walking away.

Murong Xiu took water from the river and deliberately stayed a little longer by the river before walking back, touching the waistcoat under the feather robe-under the cover of the large feather robe, no one could see that his waist was tied last night. Packing and tidying up: "If the girl has a bad intention, she should be no longer where she is... But she must not know, just in case, I had replaced the basket with a bunch of withered grass last night."

As I thought about it, I walked back. I haven't turned the river bend. Through the bushes, I have seen that the girl sitting on the stone is missing, attached to the basket.

The young jewelry dealer stood under the tree for a moment with water in his hand