Seeing that Su Tu was not like he was joking, Su Tu didn't know how to answer. Su Tu said: "If the Marquis doesn't allow brothers to communicate, then forget it."

Su Jing suddenly realized that he had thought it was wrong, and what Su Tu wanted to listen to was the general outline of "Qingming True Interpretation" explained to him by Xiaoyaohou.

Under Su Jue's pressure, Su Jing was a little slow and his mind didn't turn around. Su Tu really wanted to ask him for advice because he had a strong father. His true understanding of Qingming must be taught by Xiaoyaohou.

Even if his level is low, Xiaoyao Hou will believe in explaining the general outline of Qingming's true explanation to himself. This explanation is Xiaoyao Hou's own cultivation and understanding of Qingming's true explanation. Su Jing only needs to repeat it to Su Tu, and Su Tu is willing to exchange his cultivation experience.

Su Jing shook his head and said, "Time is too tight."

Su Tu sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, Su Jing said: "I have to hurry up and draw the drawings. There is a jade slip here, which is the general outline taught to me by my father. After you finish reading it, you have to destroy it and don't spread it. When you have time to leave Qingming Mansion in the future, you will teach me your experience of cultivation."

Su Jing said, taking out a jade slip and giving it to Su Tu.

Su Jing doesn't need Su Tu's cultivation experience. His Qingming true understanding is taught by Xiaoyao Hou. Sooner or later, the Qingming true qi cultivated will be transformed by the dragon and snake true qi, and then transformed, God knows what it will become.

Su Jing was a technical disease, but he never thought of trying to win over Su Tu. Su Tu was very grateful and said as he walked: "Brother Su Jing, you don't know. My original name is Su Tu. Mausoleum. Because the bloody smell is too heavy, it was changed to a picture. I have always repaired Qingming's true explanation. I have strongly suppressed the murderous aura, and I have gone awry. I heard that the Marquis had other experience in practicing. I have been in southern Xinjiang for ten years, but I am not afraid of murderous aura and humiliation. This is very important to me. One day I will leave Qingming's mansion. I will go to you immediately."

The promise of the powerful Jindan master will inevitably be fulfilled, otherwise Su Tudao will have flaws in his heart. This is an unexpected joy. Su Jing couldn't help laughing and said, "Although it doesn't have to be like this, but... well. When you come out of Qingming Mansion, I'm almost in the late stage of foundation building and need communication."

Su Tu was happy, he had to repay this favor. It was similar to Su Jian. He never thought that Su Jing was an interesting person and had a future, so he would be more pleasant to date. The conflicts within the Su family were very small, and this one had the best relationship with Su Jian, and Su Jian obviously supported Su Jing, so Su Tu tried to communicate with Su Jing.

As he was talking, Su Tu took Su Jing into a room in the Demon-Suppressing Platform. There was a window in this room. Looking out, it felt that it was at least above the eighty floor. The room was extremely large. There was a table in the middle, and four boxes, a chair and a bed were neatly placed next to it. This bed was designed to connect the ground, and there was a formation pattern on the bed. Su Jing took a look. It felt like it was the purpose of restoring the true qi.

Su Tu didn't explain, but said to Su Jing: "I'm leaving the Demon City now. The elder has already told you to draw all the designed drawings in this room. There are four Su family disciples who can call in at any time and say whatever you need."

"How do you call them?"

"Call the name. Su Feng, Su Rui, Su Die, Su Qing. Come in."

With Su Tu's words, a door was opened on the wall and four young Qi Refiners walked into the wall. These four people were all in the middle stage of foundation building, with a calm expression and seemed to care about nothing.

Su Tu pointed to the four people and said, "During the time when you were drawing the drawings for the Su family, four of them were under your command. If you let them die immediately, they will not hesitate."

Su Jing felt a little nervous, this was the Dead Soldier.

It is too difficult to cultivate Qi Refiners to become dead men, because every Qi Refiner has hope of immortality. Those who commit suicide will live for only a hundred years, and the loss of calm death will be much smaller.

If you could live for thousands of years, would you be willing to sacrifice your life when you were decades?

Usually, the dead soldiers are composed of relatively remote bloodlines in the family and have no contribution to the family. The qualifications for practicing Taoism are OK, not one in ten thousand, but they are also scrambled to take them out among small sects. For such people, the family will spend a higher price to train, and the price is to be a dead soldiers for two hundred years.

In the past two hundred years, there may be no need to take risks at all, and there may be continuous tasks. The family has no bias and issuing tasks according to each person's number and performing them in rotation.

"This is Mr. Su Jing, the young master of Xiaoyao Hou Suyang. He will be here for a while, treat him like an elder. If you have any requests, do it immediately. You can ask the deputy sect leader directly. If the deputy sect leader cannot make a decision, please find the elder and give you a sign." Su Tu said, taking the four-faced jade plaque and handing it to them.

"When Young Master Su Jing leaves, the sign will be handed over to Elder Su Jue."

"Yes." The four men and two women agreed. Su Tu and Su Jing said a few more words before leaving the room. The four people stood there waiting for Su Jing to give orders.

After two hundred years, the Dead Soldier will automatically become the core of the family, and Su Jing cannot really treat others as his younger brother. After nodding, Su Jing said: "It takes about ten hours to give you food once. According to the recipe in the early stage of foundation building, three people will be served. Keep two people at any time, and I may not necessarily need anything."

"Yes, Young Master Su Jing." The four dead soldiers retreated without saying much.

Su Jing then asked Yingyang and Inujuro to open the box. The two boxes were made of paper made of monster skins, and the other two boxes were talisman paper and pen and ink.

Su Jing looked at these tools and felt a little bored. When he was working on the earth, he would play some music and sometimes even play some movies to watch and think. He was never an ascetic, locking himself up and isolating him from the world. In that case, he felt that his brain was lacking in nutrition and people were about to die.

Now, in this room, Su Jing was not very satisfied with everything.

The question is, if you ask someone to come in and arrange singing and dancing, will Su Jue feel that there is something wrong with his mind and want to investigate it?

Isn't it okay to be relaxed? The atmosphere here is too formal and too serious.

Seeing that Su Jing didn't do anything, Inujuro asked curiously: "Young Master, do you need us to do something?"

Su Jing nodded and said, "It makes sense. I just think this place is too deserted. You two have to make it lively, but you are not allowed to fight and don't mess with those dead soldiers."

"No fighting?" Inujuro was overjoyed when he heard this, pointing at Yingyang and said, "Young Master, you finally understand that Yingyang is a useless person, right? What else can he do except violence?"

"What are you talking about?" Yingyang frowned. He was thinking about the mantra left by Fu Qingshan. He first disassembled all the contents in it and was about to practice. Inujuro provoked him, and he was not in much mood to answer.

"You are old? You have such a back of your ears!" Inujuro smiled and was about to roll around, saying to Eagle Yang: "Young Master, let's make us lively, don't fight. You are just a lump of wood. You are too far from being verbally slutty, right?"

Hawk Yang looked at Inujuro woodenly, Inujuro said with great enthusiasm: "Now let you understand what verbal violence is. Even if you have three heads and six arms..."

Bang!

Yingyang's slap accurately landed on the back of Inujuro's head. Inujuro was furious and said, "You traitor, the young master said, don't fight!"

Ying Yang was still a little confused and said, "Fight? Now I'm beating you. If you can't fight back, it's not a fight!"

People like Yingyang can say such sarcastic words, and the effect is so remarkable that Inujuro can't afford it.

"You! You..."

Su Jing laughed and said, "Jurora, I didn't ask you to provoke Yingyang, I asked you to talk about your days in Leishan."

Inujuro felt that he was surging up with blood. He would have misunderstood, so he was not worthy of the word "dog leg"!

"That's Leishan? There's nothing fun about it. Back then, we were nominally part of the girl, but in fact we were all killing each other. It's not like this, but Leishan is not rich. If you want to live and live better, you have to compete with others." Yingyang said, "If you give up on the fight, others will just think you are weak and will become the target of siege."

"It's not all that way. When I was in Leishan, I fell in love with a rabbit demon. The rabbit demon was very white."

Inujuro fell in love with a rabbit demon? Su Jing was immediately confused. He remembered a word on the earth - dog riding a rabbit.

"I didn't expect you to be quite... poetic and picturesque. What happened later?" Su Jing began to lay paper on the table and took the pen. The pen holder of the brush contained ready-made ink, which were specially made by Qi Refiners for drawing. As for the pen writing talismans, it was already at the level of a magic weapon, and there were more than twenty pieces in the box.

"Later..." A trace of sadness flashed in Inujuro's eyes. "Later, I stewed her and it tasted good."

Su Jing shook his hand, and the tip of the brush poked the center of a whole piece of paper. A piece of moon-white paper was completely ruined.

"Young Master, listen to him. Leishan is short of supplies. If he really has an iron pot, he wouldn't be willing to use it for stewing meat. It would definitely be changed to a helmet."

Inujuro was furious and almost roared at Hawkyang in a roaring state: "Shiguo, have you never heard of Shiguo? You flat-haired beast, come and beat me! I'm so mad, what else do you do besides hitting me!"

Su Jing had no choice but to comfort Inujuro and said, "Shikao, I have heard of it, really. Yingyang, don't hit him anymore, be careful that he bites you..."

Yingyang's slap stopped because of Su Jing's words, but was bitten by Inujuro, and he dripped in blood. He suffered a great loss at Inujuro for the first time, but when he saw Inujuro's blood-red eyes, he felt a soft heart. He pulled his hand back without revenge.

Inujuro licked his mouth and stopped when he was about to get it. He had never heard of Taizu's famous saying: It is better to chase the enemy with the remaining courage, not to seek fame as a master. He bit Yingyang and saw blood. His little heart trembled, and he could only say vaguely: "Young Master, have you really heard of the stone pot?"

Su Jing smiled bitterly. How could he have never heard of it?

A classmate in his high school was so stupid that he watched Korean dramas. He didn't eat lunch in the cafeteria every day and had to go out to eat Korean cuisine. But the money was not much, so he had to make a stone pot of bibimbap to talk about it. Later, when he was in his third year of high school, the classmate had leukemia and there was no future.
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