Iced Snow Pear (part 2)
What is this? Feng Xuan’s inner thoughts were messy.
He has only been in Chang’an for a short day, has the reputation of being unruly and capricious already spread, that even the old man who sells melons knows?! The old man’s adjectives are also very familiar, very similar to the rumor that a stingy immortal bought his lifetime for a one or two taels of silver. Mentally retarded gossip is really harmful, even the elderly are not spared.
The old man hesitated to speak, and then sighed, “Alas. Seeing how young you are, if you don’t want to die, don’t stay in this Duan Palace at night.”
Finally meeting a passer-by who was not a riddler, Feng Xuan felt that he should be able to hear a lot of gossip, and then took a bite of a snow pear, “Old man, what is the reason?”
The old man who sells melons said, “Duan Palace is haunted at night.”
The old man selling melons continued, “Since a fire burned to death 400 people in the Duan Palace sixteen years ago, every night, screams and cries of wronged souls can be heard in the palace. The emperor has also invited experts to resort to magic arts, but it was a pity that the effect was minimal. Every time the palace was prepared to be repaired, the workers would die tragically or violently for various reasons. Over time, everyone knew that the evil spirits in the palace were still at work.”
Feng Xuan, with a very humorous spirit: “Wow!”
No wonder there are so many tools for repairs at the back of the Duan Palace thrown everywhere, it turned out that half of the repairs could not be continued.
Qi Zhuoyu said it would be lively at night, it should be those grieving ghosts who run out to haunt, right?
The old man selling melons looked at him with compassionate eyes, feeling that Feng Xuan’s life would not be long tonight.
Before leaving, he gave him an extra snow pear, treating it as a last meal before a beheading.
When Qi Zhuoyu came out from the east wing, his Dao companion was sitting under a Banyan tree in the courtyard.
In front of him was a stone table that had been in disrepair for many years. On the table were two ice bowls made of spiritual power. One was filled with crushed ice, and the other bowl was half filled with chopped snow pears.
There was still half a bowl left. Feng Xuan was trying hard to cut it with the ice knife.
When he noticed that Qi Zhuoyu came out, he didn’t even lift his head.
After all, I seemed to have provoked him again just now, Qi Zhuoyu was locked in the room for a long time before coming out. I guess he was feeling stuffy just now.
Feng Xuan concentrated on cutting snow pears, Qi Zhuoyu inexplicably sat down opposite him.
He had a super weird personality, he quarreled with himself first, and then reconciled with Feng Xuan as if nothing had happened after a while. Feng Xuan had gotten used to it. As the big devil, it’s normal to have a surly temper.
Qi Zhuoyu frowned. “What were you doing at the door just now?”
Feng Xuan replied. “Buy snow pears.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “Then what are you doing now?”
Feng Xuan said honestly. “Cut snow pears.”
He didn’t even wait for Qi Zhuoyu to continue to ask the next question.
Feng Xuan had already learned to answer quickly, “Senior brother, I’m going to eat snow pears later.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “…..”
He showed that expression that was very speechless and felt like he was insane.
Obviously, Feng Xuan probably knew that what the big devil wanted to ask himself was not his own experience of buying melons.
Sure enough, he smiled coolly and crushed a piece of snow pear he had cut. “Didn’t you hear what the old man said at the door just now?”
Oh.
Shameless. Actually eavesdropping on him.
But thinking about it carefully, Qi Zhuoyu is a cultivator at the God transformation Stage. If his spiritual consciousness is fully developed, he can know everything that happened in Chang’an City like the palm of his hand. What’s more, after the afternoon when he simply and rudely raised his cultivation base, Feng Xuan felt that the cultivation base of this dark big devil might be far beyond the God transformation Stage.
Feng Xuan muttered. “Heard.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “And you still have the mood to eat snow pears?”
Feng Xuan was puzzled. “Didn’t those wronged souls only come out at night?”
The implication was that it’s not the time yet, and it wouldn’t delay him from eating snow pears.
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression didn’t change, but he kept looking at him.
After watching it for a long time, he suddenly smiled, but it was not a kind smile, and commented on him, “I have never seen such a strange person like you before.”
Thank you.
I have never seen such a psychopath like you as well.jpg
Qi Zhuoyu changed the subject. “Your current cultivation can turn Qi into ice, but you don’t want to apply ice to your wounds, but think of iced snow pears first?”
Hearing that he said to apply ice to the wound, Feng Xuan felt pain in his hands after a while, dispersing the random thoughts in his mind.
I didn’t feel it when I hit someone earlier, but now looking down, my own hand was also injured.
Huh. I didn’t notice it myself.
How did the big devil notice it?
It was okay if he didn’t pay attention, but once he paid attention to it, the feeling of the pain became more intense.
In particular, Qi Zhuoyu forcibly infused him into a Golden Core Stage in a short period of time, and the consequence was that his five senses improved rapidly, and even the pain sensation was ten times stronger than usual.
Outrageous, what kind of city wall is the face of the Sixth Prince made of?
He punched him once, and the four metacarpophalangeal knuckles turned red, and the skin was even abraded.
Qi Zhuoyu looked impatient, pulled his hand over, and stuffed it into the ice bowl in a simple and rude manner.
The crushed ice in the ice bowl was originally transformed by Feng Xuan’s spiritual power. At this moment, the spiritual power was continuously healing his wound, consequently, the wound would heal shortly after.
Qi Zhuoyu loosened his hand, and returned to his silent appearance.
The big devil did it directly without careful consideration, Feng Xuan didn’t know what he was going to do either. But the wound on his hand did heal, and he was in a good mood again to continue eating iced snow pears.
Since it was Qi Zhuoyu who healed himself just now.
Feng Xuan was courteous, and while preparing a bowl of iced snow pears for himself, he also shared a bowl for Qi Zhuoyu.
Quietly and secretly pushed it in front of him.
Think of it as making up with him.
He didn’t know when, but night fell quietly.
When the last candlelight of the Duan Palace disappeared into the darkness, the courtyard began to show its original terrifying appearance. All kinds of ghostly black shadows began to appear on the wall, twisting and struggling continuously, turning into faces that were completely disfigured and terrifying in flesh and blood.
“It hurts…it hurts so much…”
“So hot…I’m so hot…..”
Suddenly seeing so much rotten meat that was burnt in a mess, the iced snow pear that Feng Xuan was holding suddenly became tasteless.
He stole a glance at Qi Zhuoyu, and found that the big devil turned a blind eye to these wronged souls and just sat there gloomy, letting them bite their bodies with their incorporeal souls. Like self-harm.
With his cultivation base, won’t it be easy to deal with these wronged souls? Why not do it?
Feng Xuan was puzzled, then one of the steward-looking souls noticed the newcomer of the Duan Palace, and smiled sorrowfully. “Hey hee hee…you are that unruly and arrogant crown princess…”
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Damn it.
How can this broken gossip spread so well that even ghosts know about it?!
