Yang Qingyin walked aimlessly across the frozen street. The sky was dark and the snow had stopped. There were not many people in the city, which was even rarer at this time. Occasionally, someone would run by like a lonely ghost. He always looked at the female Taoist priest in surprise, wanted to say hello enthusiastically, but was frightened by the stern expression on her face and ran faster.

Yang Qingyin didn't care about this. An old man with a cane stopped her, thanked her excitedly, and told her about the sufferings she and her family had experienced these days. The words "Immortal" and "Great Mercy" frequently appeared. Finally, she put forward a small wish, "Save my grandson alive and exchanged my old life. He was only seventeen years old, so he shouldn't..."

At some point, more than a dozen people stood behind the old man, all looking at the "Immortal" with anticipation. Yang Qingyin wanted to speak but stopped. Suddenly, she flew up with her sword and quickly fled. She landed a few streets later, and her mood became even worse.

"The Taoist law is boundless." She snorted coldly. Taoist law cannot be resurrected, but it is still useful. When she first came to Duanliu City, Lan Qizhang had changed clothes for everyone. It was not a very complicated spell. Yang Qingyin could read it and she turned the Taoist robe on her body into a light military uniform, and the hairpin on her head into a helmet and hat. She finally felt a little relieved.

Lights were exposed in the street-front houses in front of them, and bursts of warm laughter were heard, which seemed extremely abrupt in Duanliu City.

It was a tavern, the only tavern in the city that resumed business, attracted some men with a keen sense of smell, especially soldiers who survived the battlefield.

When Yang Qingyin walked in, the military uniform on her body was quite consistent with the atmosphere inside.

There were about twenty or thirty people inside, most of them were soldiers, and a small number of civilians. The table was filled with cups and plates, only a few side dishes, and the others were all wine vessels. Some were drunk. Some people just arrived, and Yang Qingyin was looking around, and there was already a bowl of wine in her hand.

A middle-aged soldier with a beard raised his wine bowl and said loudly: "It's time to cry enough. Today I want everyone to laugh, laugh hard, I will pay for the wine!"

Everyone cheered, and the shopkeeper was busy, and the shopkeeper settled the score in a cold face, and kept shaking his head. This war caused him to suffer. He had to raise the price of wine a lot to recover the losses, but today it was not possible. He would be grateful for the soldiers not to cause trouble after drinking, but he did not dare to ask for the price too harshly.

Yang Qingyin took a sip of wine, frowned, and almost spit out the sour and astringent thing. She swallowed it barely, walked to the corner, and sat opposite the middle-aged soldier. "You're going to invite everyone to drink this kind of wine?"

The soldier grinned, "There is only this kind of wine left in the city. The master said that there is too much sadness in Duanliu City. I hope everyone can be more happy."

"What's your name?"

"Ouyang Lei. My master is Hong Futian. Let's fight with demon soldiers together. You have gone to Huangfu Army Camp to save us, but I have not expressed my gratitude to you yet."

Yang Qingyin waved her hand impatiently. As soon as she heard the word "gratitude", she felt bored, "Your disguise technique is good, it's better than me."

Ouyang Luo was originally a young man. At this time, he was completely sloppy middle-aged man, and even his smile was full of vicissitudes. However, his easy skills could not be hidden from the Taoist priests. When Yang Qingyin entered the store, he found that the image of this man was false. He swept it with his eyes and recognized the true face of the wandering cultivator.

However, compared with Ouyang Lei, Yang Qingyin's disguise skills are worse. She only knows some of the most basic and simple illusions. Even if a mortal is careful, you can see many flaws, such as her neck is so clean that she doesn't look like a soldier who has passed away from birth and death.

"The monk is good at this." Ouyang Lei said with a smile, "When I first learned the disguise technique, I was so happy that I thought I could fight the world with this move. Later I realized that this move was useless in front of a strong enemy. But I had no Taoist roots, so it was good to be able to learn these."

Yang Qingyin didn't say anything, took another sip of sour wine, frowned even tighter. She was not in the mood to chat, and even regretted sitting opposite the wandering cultivator.

"For five days, the master said that the sadness in the city lasted too long. Even in a more tragic war, people would not be sad for so long. After all, we won..." Ouyang Luo was a person who talked a lot, and the silver had already been begged to the shopkeeper. Without him urging him to drink, everyone was drinking wildly.

"I've drunk it, why don't you?" Yang Qingyin suddenly said.

"Ha." Ouyang Liu, who was only concerned about talking, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, then picked up the wine jar on the table and poured himself a bowl. "No matter how difficult the wine is, it is wine. It is the source of happiness. If possible, everyone in the city should drink a few bowls. It is better to be drunk as if it is, and you will forget any sad things at that time."

"What about after waking up?"

"After waking up?" Ouyang Lei scratched his head. This action was not like a veteran. "After waking up, you will find that your sadness is not so deep-rooted. Since you can forget it when you are drunk, you can also wake up."

Yang Qingyin thought for a while, "This move is useless to Taoist priests. Even if we are drunk, we still know in our hearts. If our hearts are confused, the inner elixir will become chaotic. That is a taboo in our practice."

"The monks are actually the same. But we can choose to be drunk as long as we are willing."

"The person who needs to be drunk the most is not here, why is sadness spreading throughout the city? Because he is sad, he has spread sadness to everyone. This is a powerful spell. Can alcohol resist it?"

Ouyang Luo looked out at the dark night, and from here he could not see the big pit outside the city and the Taoist priests floating in the air. "The master once told me that forgetting is also a magic trick. Mortals are born to know it, but monks should learn it specifically and occasionally use it to pass the most dangerous stage of cultivation."

Yang Qingyin curled her lips. In the eyes of Taoist priests, the spells of casual cultivators were flashy and unreal, and their forgetting spells sounded like opportunistic. No wonder their inner alchemy was mixed and impure, "Have you used it?"

Ouyang Luo shook his head, "I know a little, I have never used it before. The master said I am too young and there is no need to forget it."

Yang Qingyin took the third sip of wine and felt light. She suddenly asked, "You guys are obviously gone, why are you still coming back?"

"This war is of great significance, and it is for the entire human race..."

Yang Qingyin shook her finger at him, "I don't know how to recite the illusion of the mind, and I can't detect human hearts, but I know you are lying, and you are not thinking about humans at all."

Even after changing his appearance, Ouyang Luo's face still turned red, "Actually... we want to get a few more magic weapons. But this time, it seems that the Taoist Pangshan does not provide any rewards. Alas, it is really heartbreaking to see so many high-grade magic weapons being destroyed."

In the decisive battle five days ago, Shen Jixian arranged many magic weapons in the air, most of which were destroyed by magicians.

"This is like the truth. Where is your master Hong Futian? Do you still want the demon clan and the Taoist dynasty to jointly prepare for the demon clan?"

"Well, he said this is just the beginning. When the demon clan and the Taoist dynasty feel each other's pain, there will be hope for uniting."

Yang Qingyin laughed loudly, which attracted the attention of many people. She didn't care at all. She just wanted to laugh and express the depression in her heart, "You said that as long as you want, you can get drunk."

"Yes, but I've never tried it, I still feel sober..."

"Let me see if you get drunk."

"ah?"

"Let me see if you get drunk once." Yang Qingyin said in an orderly tone, "I'm completely drunk once, I want to see if the wine is really resistant to the illusion of thoughts."

Ouyang Luo glanced at the guests in the room, and suddenly picked up the wine jar on the table. He raised it to his mouth and drank it down. He drank the whole jar in one go. When he put it down, his face turned redder. He smirked, the power of the disguise gradually disappeared, slowly revealing his true youthful face, and his speech was vague. "This is the first time I got drunk...what should I forget? Everything is so beautiful, I want to keep it in my heart, especially you. I will not forget you, you are a strange Taoist priest, and so are Mu Xingqiu, you all..."

Ouyang Luo's head hit the table hard.

Yang Qingyin drank all the wine in the bowl and said to the sleeping cultivator: "What's the use of remembering me? In my eyes, you are just a stupid cultivator. You try your best to imitate the Taoist priest, but you will never get the pure inner alchemy. In Zuo Liuying's eyes, we inhaled Taoist priests are also stupid. We self-righteous disciples of Taoist priests, but in fact we can never become high Taoist priests. The ridiculous thing is that I hate everything Zuo Liuying did, but I have to admit that he is right. Without his coldness and ruthlessness, Pangshan and Duanliu City would not be able to defeat the demon clan. And when you wake up, you will definitely understand why I look down on you."

Yang Qingyin stood up, walked out of the hotel, stood in front of the cold wind for a moment, the erratic feeling brought by the poor wine quickly disappeared, she suddenly soared into the sky and flew away with her sword.

A drinker happened to walk out, was startled, rubbed his eyes, and left staggeringly. For him, forgetting was easy.

Yang Qingyin fell in the inn courtyard, facing a head.

The bald man had been walking around the yard for countless rounds, "My mother, can you feel it? Fangfang seems to be still here, and I can smell her."

Yang Qingyin grabbed the bald man's bun and looked at his eyes, "Qin Lingshuang is dead. Whether you want it or not, or whether you are happy or not, she is dead. We are Taoist priests and will not cry like ordinary people. If you get drunk, you will forget things. So you don't have to deliberately look for the smell of Qin Lingshuang. She will always be in your heart, and you can't forget it even if you want to."

The bald man was frightened and his face was stiff. After a while, he said, "I have no heart."

"The Taoist priests have no heart. We only have the Jiang Palace of Zhongdantian, which is a magic weapon. This is why we cannot forget it, but we cannot be sad. Only those with hearts can be sad. How can those whose hearts have become magic weapons be sad?

The bald man stayed for a while, "My mother, are you talking to me?"

Yang Qingyin let go of bald man, turned to Zuo Liuying's room, and said to Sun Yulu who had just walked out: "Danzhuke is best at restraining souls and studying souls."

"That's right, that's Luanjing Mountain's expertise." Sun Yulu said with a smile.

"Then let's put away Qin Lingshuang's soul and let Mu Xingqiu leave that ghost place." Yang Qingyin was so aggressive that it seemed that a ball of anger would burst out at any time.

Sun Yulu smiled even more gentlely, "What a coincidence, Zuo Liuying also made the same request to me."

Yang Qingyin was slightly stunned, and the bald man asked in a low voice: "Can you help Fangfang survive?"

"There is no magic to resurrect the dead in this world." Sun Yulu showed a small oil lamp in her palm. "But life and death are not completely distinct. There is a large area in the middle, and the candle tree is galloping around."

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