Night is full of colors.
Zhang Qingniu and several colleagues had just finished a drink and walked to a corner of street not far from his yard. He felt like he was urinating. Seeing that there was no one around, he unbuttoned his belt and felt comfortable in the corner of the wall.
When he finished peeing, he saw a familiar figure appearing at the entrance of the alley on the side, making a gesture of not making a sound to him, and then signaling him to follow him in.
Zhang Qingniu's eyes lit up, he quickly lifted his pants, wiped his hands on his belt, fastened his belt and ran into the alley.
There is a shrine in the middle of the alley, the size of a dog house, and there is a statue that is darkened by fireworks.
People here regard this place as a land temple and usually offer some incense.
When Zhang Qingniu entered, he watched An Zhilu lit three incense sticks in front of the dark-smoked statue of the Land Lord.
"Brother Zhilu, do you believe this too?"
He lowered his voice and asked with a smile.
Anyway, in his impression, An Zhilu didn't believe in these things and had never burned incense in any temple.
"Burning to play."
An Zhilu's eyes ignited a murderous aura, but when she turned around, she just had a smile on her face.
He looked at Zhang Qingniu in front of him. The servant in Qingyi who had been making a living with him before was already wearing an official robe and had become much stronger. His smile seemed to become brighter, "A Niu, I heard that you have been doing well recently, and have you been promoted again?"
"How can you compare with you, Brother Zhilu?" Zhang Qingniu showed an envious look when he heard this. "Brother Zhilu, I heard that even He Houji from the He family of Yuyang County has become a disciple of you, and the county magistrate wants to marry your daughter."
An Zhilu said lightly, "It's because of this. He and He Houji are a disciple. He can give me some military resources at that time, but I don't want the county magistrate's daughter."
Zhang Qingniu was even more envious and said softly: "Brother Zhilu, why don't you tell me good things to you? We brothers who grew up together can't get farther and farther away from you, right? Brother Zhilu, you look down on the daughter of the county magistrate, why don't you think of a way to get a better deal? If I can become the son-in-law of the county magistrate, then my life will be worth it."
An Zhilu sneered in her heart, and the smile in her eyes was sarcastic, "Aniu, then don't you think I'm here to find you, maybe it's just for this?"
Zhang Qingniu almost screamed in surprise.
He stared at An Zhilu with wide eyes, "Brother Zhilu, are you real? Do you really want to match this matter?"
An Zhilu nodded, but at the same time made a gesture to Zhang Qingniu that he would not make a loud noise, and then said, "But it's not too bad to be a son-in-law of a county magistrate. You are not practicing recently. Come on, let me try whether your true energy has some foundation."
Zhang Qingniu smiled and even reached out to An Zhilu with a little pride. He thought An Zhilu would definitely be shocked, because several people who taught him to practice said that although he was really late to get started, his talent was really good, and his cultivation level was much faster than most people.
However, what he didn't expect was that An Zhilu also stretched out his hand. When the two of them met, a terrifying force destroyed all his true energy like a destruction and invaded all his meridians in an instant.
He didn't even scream, and all the meridians in his body seemed to be penetrated into cold mud, and his entire human blood could not flow.
Zhang Qingniu looked at An Zhilu in horror. He felt a stream of cold air constantly invading his vitality, and he was about to die.
It was only then that he noticed that the three incenses that An Zhide pointed were very strange.
The three fragrances were green, but the smoke floating upwards turned red in the night, like three blood threads.
At this time, An Zhilu didn't talk to him. He pulled out a cloth bag from his sleeve and grabbed a handful of rice from the cloth bag.
He used this handful of rice to draw a talisman on the ground.
During this process, Zhang Qingniu felt that his vitality was passing by rapidly, but he could not move at all.
After drawing this talisman, An Zhilu stretched out her hand. Zhang Qingniu didn't know whether she was dazzled or her illusion before her death. He only felt that a faint black aura was drawn from the body of the statue that was darkened.
As soon as the black air fell to the talisman on the ground, Zhang Qingniu felt his hair stand up. He felt that his breath was broken and he was dead, but his entire consciousness floated upwards, and his soul seemed to be pulled upwards and broke away from his body.
At this time, he was sure that An Zhilu was not joking with him or trying his cultivation or something, but simply wanted to kill him.
He was scared and angry, and shouted wildly, "Brother Zhilu, why did you kill me?"
No matter how hard he shouted, his body seemed to be dead and could not make any sound.
But An Zhilu seemed to hear his thoughts at this moment. She looked at him with her eyebrows raised and said, "Aniu, to be honest, among the people who followed me, you are the ones that I hate the most. Originally, your ability was similar to them, but when you were mixed, it seemed that you had the final say. Others who followed me only knew how to do things by following my instructions. I was nice to them, and they thought about how to repay me.
They would not lick their faces and come to ask me what I wanted. They knew that I was a sensible person and would not give me what I should give, but you were different. Every time you did something for me, you would find a reason to ask me for benefits, as if I had forgotten to give you benefits. Also, you got some benefits that are big, and you would exaggerate in front of them, making me feel like I treat you particularly favorably. Your relationship with me is just one level higher than them, and you just want to suppress them."
"You do this every time."
An Zhilu was not in a hurry, and looked at Zhang Qingniu and said slowly, "Doing something will bring benefits, just like threatening me with what I did. I will sell me one day if I don't satisfy you? Also, how big an official I am now has to do with you. I have already taken care of you, but I will definitely take you higher than you. If I am promoted to, I will blame me?"
"Aniu, Aniu, do you think there is no one I arranged by you? I have heard that there have been two times. When you drink too much, you complain to others, saying that you have grown up with good friends, why are you not good enough to you? They are all fighting orphans who grew up with them. I want to kill someone in there first. You said that the first thing I thought of is you, do you blame me or yourself for this matter?"
An Zhilu said this slowly. When the three incense sticks were almost burning, he squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips and fell into the talisman.
At this time, Zhang Qingniu clearly saw that the rice grains quickly became moldy, as if they were eroded by a dark force.
"Aniu, you guys always want to rely on others in life, and always want others to have a promising future to help you get promoted and make money, but who can be reliable in yourself?"
"In the next life, remember to rely on yourself."
When these words were finished, Zhang Qingniu felt that he had turned into a stream of air and fell into the talisman, and then his consciousness was completely cut off.
The last wisp of incense smoke and a trace of black air surged from the talisman, as An Zhilu's bloody finger lifted up, fell into his palm, and turned into a faint black line, sucking into his body.
At the same time, the faster the true energy flowed in An Zhilu's body, and there seemed to be no change in his true energy, but he only felt that there was a clear black line in his mind.
This black thread was like a straight wisp of smoke. Because of its appearance, he felt that a sky seemed to appear in his mind.
This sky is black and there are rolling airflows in the sky.
The airflow was like an irritable giant python surging continuously.
At the same time, a mysterious aura seemed to be emitting in the black thread.
Yang Can just told him how to get started with this supernatural method.
But after getting started, what kind of supernatural powers will be formed, and what changes will the supernatural powers change as the supernatural powers improve.
But what he could be sure of at that time was that the supernatural powers and methods of the Yang family of the Great Sui Dynasty were really extraordinary.
According to the strength of true qi, a practitioner seems to have not even been exposed to the seventh level in the world of the practitioner, but according to this method of practice, can he have already formed supernatural powers?
Although this is not the true eight-grade magical power of the world of practitioners, it is indeed incredible.
The only husband.
How could he refuse this kind of supernatural power method?
At this time, this mysterious aura emanated from the black thread in his mind, and he felt something. The black thread in his mind fell to his left arm with his consciousness.
In the darkness, three incense sticks had been extinguished. The blue cow had a gray face and was cold all over. He was so dead that he could not die again.
But when he slowly raised his left arm, Zhang Qingniu's left arm also slowly raised.
In the darkness, Zhang Qingniu's corpse looked extremely strange like his shadow, or like a puppet he controlled.
An Zhilu lowered her head slightly, and he turned and left.
This black thread returned to his mind.
In his mind, the black sky formed by the surging airflow of countless giant pythons fluctuated violently.
At this time, his heart ached slightly.
He thought of An Gui who was far away in Chang'an.
An Gui, who truly regards him as a brother, never asks him for things, but only wants to give him the best things in the world, and even wants to give him all the prosperity he sees.
He looked at Chang'an in the distance in the darkness.
And in Chang'an, in this dark night, An Gui was writing a letter to him under an oil lamp.
An Gui described the recent major events in Chang'an in the letter he sent to him, including Yang's life sacrifice and evil spirits, and also depicted the legendary beauty of the world, Princess Jing, who arrived at the Mingyue Pavilion.
Chapter completed!