Yin Xiu sat at the late-night snack stall, drinking soju one sip after another.
Uncle Ming was busy working by the stove, and the firelight made their faces turn red.
"Have you been to the north?" Uncle Ming asked.
"Does the provincial capital count?"
"The provincial capital? That's the place in the south that can't go any further south! What's further down from the provincial capital? It's the sea, what do you think?"
"Then there is no more."
Yin Xiu spread her hands and said, "I don't like traveling by nature. I just want to move around."
"If you don't like walking around, why don't you go to Changbai Mountain?"
Uncle Ming flipped the spatula and placed the freshly baked glutinous rice on the plate, steaming out.
"I always feel that Kyushu should be better, so I want to see it."
"Huh?"
Uncle Ming sat down and poured himself a glass of soju. "When I was young, I thought the same as you."
"Then why didn't you go?"
"I'm going!"
Uncle Ming raised his head, swallowed the tongue-burning soju into his throat, and exhaled a breath of white air.
"So what if I go? It's unclear, like a headless fly.
You have seen everything, you have seen everything, you can see the heaven and the earth and you can see yourself, what is the use? The more I see, the more uncomfortable and aggrieved I feel. ”
"That's why some people say that the less you know, the happier you are." Yin Xiu sighed.
"Baizi! Should I ask you now, or should you ask me?"
Uncle Ming knocked on the table and signaled Yin Xiu to continue pouring him wine.
"You're going anyway, I won't stop you.
Being so far away, I can't hope to be of much help to you.
But if you want to stir up trouble and cause a big mess, then go ahead and make trouble. Don't be afraid that someone from the Nine Tribes will still come to Hong Kong Island to cause trouble for me.
I have never seen anything in my life, and if those people want to touch me, they have to see if they have the ability. ”
"Okay," Yin Xiu nodded, "Uncle Ming, do you have any other instructions?"
"Entrustment?"
Uncle Ming glanced at him and said, "You old man, how can you get so many mother-in-law and mother-in-law things? Just take care of yourself and others this time, and that's all."
"I understand."
Yin Xiu also swallowed a mouthful of soju, her eyes burning.
At this moment, a familiar figure in the distance ran over with trembling steps.
Yin Xiu looked up and saw that it was Caihua Xiong.
"Yin Xiu, you are back!"
Cai Huaxiong hugged Yin Xiu enthusiastically, and the oil almost oozing from his body went straight into Yin Xiu's nose.
Yin Xiu tried her best and finally pushed him away.
"Brother Xiong, long time no see."
"Hey, it's only been a month. It didn't take long. As the saying goes, time flies by like a white horse. It passed in the blink of an eye."
After speaking, he ignored Uncle Ming's eyes and pulled up a chair to sit down.
"Come on, Yin Xiu, show me."
"What?"
"Show me your left hand. If you haven't taken care of it for a month, it must be in tatters. Let me take good care of it."
"Brother Xiong..."
Yin Xiu slowly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back, "Why don't we forget it?"
"Forget it? I heard from Luo Wei and the others that you went through a hard battle underground. Come on, be good and let me take a look."
"No, Brother Xiong..."
I don't know where the strength came from, but Yin Xiu's hand was held down by Cai Huaxiong with one hand, unable to move at all.
"Come, let me see."
Excitedly rolling up Yin Xiu's sleeves, Cai Huaxiong looked down, but was stunned.
"Where are your hands? Where are your hands?"
"Isn't the hand right here?" Uncle Ming asked impatiently.
"No, not this one."
Caihuaxiong was in a daze, touched Yin Xiu's hand, knocked it again, and even pinched a piece of flesh.
"Yin Xiu, where is Chi Lin?" He raised his head.
A blush appeared on Yin Xiu's face, "Brother Xiong, the red scale was broken, and then the immortal from Kunlun helped me pick up a real hand..."
"What!?"
Caihuaxiong stood up suddenly, startling Uncle Ming.
"Red scales are the testimony of our friendship and the crystallization of our ideals! In the end, you threw away the red scales. What is the difference between doing this and pushing your daughter into a pit of fire?
I never thought you would do such a thing.
Yin Xiu, we two are no longer brothers! ”
"Are you crazy?"
Uncle Ming glared at him, and Caihuaxiong sat down angrily and sighed.
"Hey, it's a pity. Originally, I wanted to try my new achievement on you, otherwise..."
He turned his attention to the kitchen knife on the stove.
Yin Xiu didn't care about the greasiness on his body, and hugged Caihua Xiong, "Brother Xiong, brother Xiong, you can't do it. Your hands are used for making machines, not for killing people.
Although I don't need it now, I might use it when I come back from my trip to Changbai Mountain. ”
"Spit!"
Uncle Ming's eyes widened angrily, "How can anyone curse themselves like this? I'll make you spit and say it again."
"Changbai Mountain?"
Nahanao was stunned for a moment, "When are you going?"
"Well, Liu Banxian said the night after tomorrow."
"Oh my god, it should be too late."
"What's too late?"
"You'll know then!"
Naihua Xiong ran away without caring about Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu greeting him from behind.
"Hey, this bad boy, I thought he had some kind of sexual transformation, but his temper is still so irritable."
“Isn’t this good?”
Yin Xiu filled the glass again, "Sometimes it is a kind of happiness to just focus on your own things and not be affected by other noises."
"Yes, it's just like a Taoist priest who wants to catch zombies for the rest of his life instead of showing people Feng Shui and doing things.
However, if we catch so many zombies, wouldn’t it mean that the world is in chaos? I don't want to see this kind of devastation.
So I also hope that we Taoist priests can help others do rituals, check Feng Shui, or simply fry glutinous rice. ”
"Isn't that what happened before that vixen appeared?"
"No!"
Uncle Ming shook his head, "Do you think we don't have to deal with anything else besides monsters?"
"It seems so."
Thinking of the full collection of magic weapons in Uncle Ming's house and the pile of records in the demon-killing notes, Yin Xiu could only sigh. No matter what age, there are endless demons and ghosts.
The two drank a few more glasses of soju and were about to take a rest. Another person came. There seemed to be a lot of people here tonight.
Uncle Ming glanced lazily at the visitor. After seeing the visitor clearly, he couldn't help but stood up and straightened his body.
"What's the matter, Uncle Ming?"
Yin Xiu was still lowering his head to pick up the rice sausage on the plate.
"Still eating! Get up quickly!"
Following Uncle Ming's shout, Yin Xiu looked up and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest who was younger than Uncle Ming.
The Taoist priest wore a hair crown, a blue Taoist robe, and held a long staff in his hand.
Yin Xiu had seen the long staff in some portraits. The top of the staff was an emerald green dragon head, and a red knot came out of the open mouth. At the end of the knot were several green jade beads.
In Taoist rituals, this thing is called a "scepter".
Of course, Uncle Ming knew the function of this thing better than Yin Xiu. Generally, only when meeting important guests or cleaning up the house, a Taoist priest would hold this thing and walk up to that person to show his solemnity.
"Taoist Priest Qingyun, what are you..." Uncle Ming was very polite to him.
Taoist Priest Qingyun returned a salute to Uncle Ming, then glanced at Yin Xiu with a pair of phoenix eyes, "The Heavenly Master wants to see you, don't be in a hurry, eat the rice noodles before leaving."
……
Nangong Baixing wants to see me?
She really didn’t know the reason, and Yin Xiu was confused.
Before following Taoist Priest Qingyun, Uncle Ming's eyes were obviously telling Yin Xiu: "You have to bear whatever you have, don't involve me."
He wanted to talk to Taoist Priest Qingyun and ask him something.
But along the way, Taoist Master Qingyun just held the staff and led the way without saying a word, like a deaf and mute night traveler.
His pace was steady, and even if he occasionally encountered a few pits in front of him, his pace did not change much and he easily crossed over without stopping at all.
The two of them walked from night to dawn, from the city to the suburbs, and then to the mountains.
After crossing a dense and overgrown forest, Yin Xiu followed him to the top of the hillside.
In front of them was a large round mirror-like lake with green water. There was a small two-story attic beside the lake. It was simple and elegant, covered and surrounded by the morning fog.
There is obviously the residence of Maoshan Tianshi Nangong Baixing in this mountain.
Once here, Yin Xiu's original nervousness disappeared without a trace.
The two walked along the lake for a while, and their ears were filled with the sound of the tide lapping against the rocks. It was sweet and mysterious, making people feel relaxed.
Arriving at the attic, Taoist Priest Qingyun saluted the figure sitting on the second floor and left quickly.
It quickly disappeared into the clouds and mist, leaving only Yin Xiu with a nervous look on his face.
"Come up!" Nangong Baixing said.
The tone sounded like an invitation, but it was actually a command.
Yin Xiu was summoned by these words almost without any resistance, walked up to the pavilion and came to Nangong Baixing.
He didn't wake up until his feet hit the floor.
"Disciple Maoshan sent Yin Xiu to join the Grand Master!"
"Uncle Taishi?"
Nangong Baixing turned around, stroked his beard, and looked at him with his eyes, "You didn't seem to call me like this before."
! !
Yin Xiu's eyes suddenly widened, she paused, and said very honestly: "This disciple did something wrong before, and I hereby apologize to the Heavenly Master!"
"Which one?"
Nangong Baixing glanced at him, "You have done so many wrong things that you suddenly want to apologize to me. I don't know which wrong thing you are apologizing for. Why don't you tell me yourself?"
"..."
Seeing that Yin Xiu was silent, Nangong Baixing became interested.
But he was not asking about the bombing of Hongde Temple, nor about the Hongmen Conference.
"If I'm not stupid, we met half a century ago? On a rainy night?"
Yin Xiu suddenly felt his scalp numb.
Shouldn't that be just a fantasy in Yaochi?
Even if that was real history, the people who existed during that time were just characters in scripts or novels. "Uncle Ming" was still Uncle Ming, but he should just be a character similar to the characters in the play.
But Nangong Baixing...
"Yes, I have also fought against you, Grand Master Uncle." Yin Xiu confessed.
"Fight against each other?"
Nangong Baixing smiled and said, "You have to be able to fight with me for a few rounds. If you are like this, you are just running away at best."
He didn't look at Yin Xiu's expression as he spoke, and just asked: "How did you do it?"
[I should be the one to ask you this! 】
"It's Kunlun. I used Kunlun's power." Yin Xiu answered truthfully.
"That's it."
Nangong Baixing didn't seem surprised, he just asked: "Since you went to Kunlun, why did you come back?"
"Because I always find that kind of life boring."
"Oh? Then what would be interesting? I would live forever on Kunlun, be immortal, and have whatever I want, wouldn't it?"
"Good, but not good either."
Yin Xiu said: "I think it's not interesting to just have one or two people.
I came back from Kunlun. Although I can't enjoy the power of Kunlun, nor can I use its power to benefit the world, I think maybe I can make everyone live a better life. ”
"What a loud tone!"
Nangong Baixing's eyes widened, "Yin Xiu, do you think you have any great supernatural powers? You are just a Taoist priest with a mortal body, and you dare to say that you can decide the fate of the people in the world?"
"No, I can't control or decide their fate."
Yin Xiu shook his head, "But I can give them the right to choose.
In today's world, nine out of ten people are bad people. Maybe if I make some efforts, there will only be eight out of ten people who are bad people in the future. This is somewhat of a good thing. ”
"Why, do you think good people will be rewarded?"
Nangong Baixing's eyes flashed with cold light, "Yin Xiu, many things in the world are just nothing in the end. You think you have made enough efforts, but in fact it is of no use at all. You are just wasting your efforts and wasting your time. < br>
So you won't regret it in the future? ”
"Who knows what will happen in the future."
Yin Xiu grinned, "I just feel that if I don't do it now, I will regret it to some extent. If it is later or if I hesitate for a moment, I will regret it."
Nangong Baixing touched his beard, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of Yin Xiu's words.
After a long time, he suddenly looked up and asked: "How about we two fight again?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "You can't fight, as you said, only those who can survive a few rounds can be called a fight.
Even if I want to escape now, I can't escape back to Kunlun. And there is no place on earth that can escape from the palm of your hand, Master Tian. ”
"If I were so powerful, I wouldn't just fish here."
Nangong Baixing sighed rarely, "What are you going to do next?"
"It has been decided, I will go to the north next."
"North?"
Nangong Baixing frowned, "Yin Xiu, it's not as good as Hong Kong Island. Hong Kong Island only has a few million people. Any city in the north will have more than this number.
There are many strong men there, but there are many powerful knives hidden there. ”
"It doesn't matter."
Yin Xiu grinned, "Since I have decided to go, I plan to see all the knives in the north."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill cry suddenly sounded from the surrounding woods, from far to near.
Then, there was the sound of countless wings flapping.
Black and white birds emerge from the woods and fly into the sky.
Nangong Baixing looked to the east. On the other side of the mountain, the morning sun showed a dazzling corner. (End of chapter)