Chapter 470 Hu Ping (1)
In Jiancheng, in an unknown courtyard, Mr. Tianshu woke up with a slight twitch.
Bai Yuan is a mean and ungrateful person. When a person or thing is useful to her, she will praise them in every possible way and say anything good to them; but once they are of no use to her, she will discard them and not treat them as human beings at all.
Mr. Tianshu predicted the actions of Jieying Toudao and his group, and let Jianmen lead a group of sect masters to attack together. Fortunately, during that period, Bai Yuan was naturally very respectful to Mr. Tianshu. He took good care of them in terms of travel, accommodation, clothing, food, and carriage, and all of them were the best hospitality.
However, Mr. Tianshu suffered a loss at the hands of Lu Yi and tried to calculate a number that was impossible to calculate. He was attacked by Tianji, which damaged his foundation and seriously injured his soul. After that, Bai Yuan ignored him as if he were dead.
It is a very quiet alley and a very simple small courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard there is a big ginkgo tree. At this moment, the tree is full of golden leaves. When the wind blows, the leaves fall like rain, rustling on the roof and the ground.
Mr. Tianshu woke up to the sound of falling leaves.
He was lying on a rather shabby hardwood bed, covered with a thin blanket with a coarse cloth cover. There was nothing in the room, except for a three-legged brass tripod weighing about 100 kilograms in the corner, which was filled with low-quality spices, which had a pungent smell mixed with the smoke of burnt sawdust.
Mr. Tianshu had a gloomy face and reached out to touch the bed frame.
Tsk, it's made of ordinary pine wood. Not to mention the sacred wood of heaven and earth, it's even far inferior to the sandalwood and huanghuali wood that ordinary landlords in the secular world like.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the quilt covering him. The fabric was so coarse - Mr. Tianshu seemed to see a big man with a face full of flesh, fiddling with the loom with his rough hands and feet, to produce such a rough material that even had threads on it?
Mr. Tianshu's well-maintained fingers even felt like they were touching a piece of sandpaper when he touched the sheet!
Mr. Tianshu smacked his lips, staggered, and held up his upper body with difficulty.
He looked down at his body... Tsk, he spat on the ground in disgust - his upper body was naked, and he did have a pair of pants on his lower body, but it was obvious that no one had wiped his body for seven or eight days, let alone bathed him.
People who practice cultivation have clean bodies. In theory, even if they don't take a bath for ten or twenty years, there will not be any dirt or grease.
However, Mr. Tianshu's soul was severely damaged, his cultivation dropped sharply, and his body functions were also greatly damaged. Now his body is no different from that of an ordinary mortal. Therefore, his body is covered with a thick layer of stains. He lowered his head and sniffed, and a strong smell of old pickled cabbage hit him.
"The world is cold and cruel, and people's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be." Mr. Tianshu was so angry that he was shaking all over.
He was a casual cultivator, without any sect or family to back him up. His ability to read the mysteries of the universe was his biggest backer and his strongest trump card. When he was at his peak, wherever he went, wouldn't groups of masters and celebrities serve him, coax him, flatter him, and fawn on him?
But he was only bitten back by the Heaven's Secret once...
His hands and feet were cold, and his heart felt icy. Mr. Tianshu muttered in a low voice: "It is better to go home, it is better to go home... What happened today, tomorrow... tomorrow..."
Mr. Tianshu was silent for a while, then he punched the bed frame angrily.
It seems that he can't do anything in the future.
He was only proficient in the art of divination, but he knew nothing about the mystical arts of fighting and conquering. A serious cultivator who defeated or even killed his opponent across a major realm could be called a genius or a demon. But Mr. Tianshu could be easily defeated by a cultivator who was two major realms lower than him!
That's really boring.
He stood up tremblingly and searched the room, but couldn't find even a piece of clothing.
Mr. Tianshu was silent for a while, and rubbed his right hand on a gray stone ring on the middle finger of his left hand for a while. The little magic power in his body poured into the ring, and a set of clothes and several pill bottles flew out of thin air.
He put on his clothes, opened the pill bottle, and swallowed a few of the magical pills that were full of inspiration and light. Soon, Mr. Tianshu felt that he had strength in his body, and strands of soft and clear magic power emerged. He flicked his fingers lightly, and all the stains and strange smells on his body turned into a gust of evil wind and flew away.
With a loud bang, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, with rough hands and feet, a stupid face and a crude appearance, rushed into the room.
The young man's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh? Old man? You're not dead? Oh, this is troublesome. They said that when you die, go and tell them. I can get a reward if I collect your body."
"Why don't you die?"
"If I had known earlier, I would have followed the method of those street thugs and added a handful of arsenic to your medicine. You would have died long ago!"
The young man shook his head and stamped his feet in grief: "Oh, if you're not dead, then I won't get the reward, right?"
Mr. Tianshu gritted his teeth.
He counted briefly with his fingers. Although he couldn't figure out anything too mysterious or far-reaching at the moment, he could at least calculate the date and time. Then he felt sick. He had been sleeping for so many days, and it was just such a stupid child who was taking care of him?
Mr. Tianshu was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nostrils.
In the past, he was a germaphobe. No matter where he went, he would be served by little girls with soft bodies, pretty faces, and sweet and crisp voices... If such a foolish boy dared to touch his daily utensils, he would basically be beaten to death!
"Ha, ha, ha... In this life, I will never tell fortunes for Jianmen again." Mr. Tianshu said angrily, "This is too much, this is too much!"
Mr. Tianshu waved his sleeves silently, then wiped his face with his left hand. His appearance suddenly changed, turning into an old man with a dark face full of wrinkles and a goatee on his chin.
The young man screamed in horror and ran out crawling.
"Damn it, damn it, this old melon-shaped guy can change his face!"
Mr. Tianshu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and a burst of magic power blasted out. The young man's body suddenly stiffened, and then exploded into a bloody mist with a "bang".
"I don't understand!" Mr. Tianshu strode out of the room with a gloomy face, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked around. His roots were damaged, his soul was severely damaged, and many of his advanced methods could no longer be used, but the most basic art of looking at qi had almost become his instinct, so he could still use it.
At first glance, Mr. Tianshu shuddered.
In his eyes, the entire Jian City was shrouded in a thick layer of blood, and the source of the blood was to the east of the Sword Washing Pool - that direction had almost turned into a sea of blood, red to purple, and purple to black.
There is a severe disaster!
"But I won't tell you !" Thinking of what he saw and heard when he woke up, Mr. Tianshu looked at this simple and somewhat shabby courtyard, stamped his feet, hurriedly opened the gate, and went straight to the void teleportation array leading to the outside world in Jiancheng.
Jiancheng stretches for hundreds of miles. Every year, every month, every day, the monks who come from all directions to ask for swords are like a swarm of locusts, densely packed and overwhelming. Therefore, the business of Jiancheng's void teleportation array is very busy, and the daily flow of people is extremely large. Jiancheng has arranged thousands of void teleportation arrays of various sizes inside and outside the city, which barely meets the needs of customers.
The void shifting array naturally has a strange spatial fluctuation that is constantly spreading outwards.
This kind of spatial fluctuation, in the eyes of a master of divination like Mr. Tianshu, is like a beacon in the dark night, extremely bright. He went straight to the nearest void teleportation array, regardless of which direction the teleportation array led to, and left Jiancheng first.
A few days ago, he read Bai Yuan's fortune and saw a lot of things, but he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of the power of Jianmen.
As for this white turtle... In the eyes of Mr. Tianshu, it is a damn short-lived ghost who deserves to die young. It has no blessings in its life and is unlucky for its father, mother and relatives. Anyone who has anything to do with her will be killed by her. It is a natural and unlucky star!
However, there was a great man with an extremely important, noble and indescribable destiny, who used heaven-defying means to change her fate and suppressed her destiny, allowing her to grow up peacefully and even call the wind and rain and do whatever she wants in Jianmen.
Mr. Tianshu doesn’t dare to predict the strength, fate, destiny, etc. of such a big shot!
But he saw through Bai Yuan's character. She was a very evil woman. If he got too close to her, he would either be protected by the strange power of her fate and let her call the wind and rain and do whatever she wanted, or he would die a miserable death.
Poor Mr. Tianshu, he was the unlucky guy who was not protected by the power of fate and became extremely miserable!
"Leave immediately...I will not deal with Jianmen from now on. If I get a little closer to this devilish woman, I will die without a burial place!" Mr. Tianshu complained.
He hurried through the streets and alleys, and came to the gate of a large courtyard covering an area of more than 100 acres, with a busy flow of cars and people in front of the gate. Waves of strange light continued to pour out from the courtyard, and powerful space fluctuations continued to attack.
Mr. Tianshu hurriedly walked into the yard, found the Sword City deacon in charge of the void teleportation array, casually paid a sum of spirit crystals, and casually reported a place he wanted to go.
The void teleportation array in front of him suddenly lit up, and a large number of human figures emerged from the strange light.
Tall and short, tall and short, fat and thin, black and white, handsome and ugly, all kinds of men and women poured out from the void teleportation array. Mr. Tianshu glanced at these people, his body suddenly stiffened, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.
These are a bunch of... damn, damn evil spirits!
In the crowd, a young man with a pale face, droopy eyebrows, triangular eyes, and a loose and untidy gait suddenly looked at Mr. Tianshu: "Hey? Why are you looking at me? Such an ugly old man, why are you looking at me? Ah? You are attracted by my beauty and want to do something bad to me?"
Mr. Tianshu turned and ran away without saying a word.
The young man suddenly leaped forward, grabbed a serrated nine-ring machete in his right hand, and with a "puff" sound, he cut Mr. Tianshu into two pieces.
