Chapter 219 Little Bamboo
Those old-fashioned people.
It’s always forbidden to do this or that.
Either this one doesn’t work, and neither does that one.
There are thousands of rules.
What do you mean by not being close to men?
It is not allowed to bring outsiders back to the mountain without permission.
You are not allowed to keep monsters.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
Bai Sui and dogs are not allowed to enter!
The old skeleton seemed to see the group of old conservatives teaching Qingshuang and the others with stern faces.
As the saying goes, there is no order without rules.
All these old-fashioned people who follow the rules have become the nutrients for these things.
Their minds were invaded, their bodies were deprived, and then they watched those things use their bodies to command their disciples to die.
Choose between the master and fellow disciples.
Qingshuang must be very sad.
What a bunch of old-fashioned people, they even taught their disciples that it is better to rely on oneself than on others.
If they had been willing to ask him for help, the situation would not have become irreversible.
Unity is strength, those old-fashioned people don’t understand that at all.
They scattered like a ball of sand and were defeated one by one.
He also made Qingshuang bear the crime of killing her master.
What a bunch of old-fashioned people.
The old skeleton picked up the dust on the ground and sighed softly.
Ice-blue flames and pure light came from the horizon, as if to drive away the darkness.
The old skeleton stood up and walked forward.
With every step, my feet sank deeper into the dust, and then I had to pull them out with difficulty.
This place has completely lost its original appearance.
The old skeleton didn't know how long he had been walking or how far he had walked.
Walking without a purpose, seeing the same scenery everywhere.
Even the sky is the same.
Suddenly, the old skeleton stopped.
He looked down at the dust, then his entire skeleton dropped to his knees, using both hands to scrape at the thick dust.
A ash that was neither white nor black rose up.
The ashes were very thick. As soon as the bony hand pushed away some of them, they fell again, and a lot of them were floating in the air.
It was unknown how long the old skeleton's movements lasted, until a small piece of green color was revealed.
In this endless, lifeless ashes, this piece of green seems to embellish the light of this world.
The old skeleton stared at the green piece, still kneeling on the ground and pushing away the ashes, and did not move for a long time.
Shen Wangshu holds the purest power, and the dark creatures are completely unable to resist it.
Wherever it passed, the black fog dissipated.
She chased the black mist, and all the black mist was running away.
Shen Wangshu raised his hand and waved his fingertips. A golden light flashed, and only a ball of black mist stood in the center.
Just as the golden light was about to touch the black mist, it illuminated its face.
He has a face somewhat similar to Shen Wangshu's, and seems to be smiling, and has eyes that seem to have pity for all living beings.
Neither running away nor hiding, it seems like there is a kind of pleasure in facing death.
Then, the golden light passed by, and the black fog dissipated and disappeared from the world.
Shen Wangshu had no physical body, but he suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.
She stood there for a long time.
The black fog had become much less, and the sky, which had been gray all the time, seemed to be much brighter.
Ah Huang has gone crazy with killing.
He yelled, "You bastards, I'll remember you. If you skinned the little fox, I'll burn you."
"You damned bastard, you're the one who tore the young master into pieces. I'm going to burn you to death."
"You fetal god, you killed my savior, Laozi, tui."
Ah Huang spit out a ball of fire and burned the escaping black fog.
"And you, tui."
"Tui, tui, tui."
The ice-blue flames burned brighter and brighter.
Shen Wangshu floated to the old skeleton and saw that he had been maintaining a motionless state.
She was a little flustered: "Hello."
When the old skeleton heard the sound, he finally freed himself from the state of being wooden for so long. He responded, "It's Xiao Wangshu."
Shen Wangshu was relieved to hear that he could still speak.
She asked, "What are you digging here?"
The old skeleton didn't even need to answer, Shen Wangshu saw the flute that she had dreamed of.
The old skeleton then continued digging.
One soul and one bone.
No one spoke.
The old skeleton moved very gently until he dug out the entire flute.
The flute seemed to still be shining, with no signs of damage at all.
The old skeleton whispered, "Little Wangshu, look, this thing made with my heart's blood is so hard."
This is a unique touch of green in this gray, white and black world.
The old skeleton carefully brushed off some of the ashes on it and said softly, "When I was alive, this world had spirit pets, demonic beasts, and plants that became spirits."
"The old-fashioned people who raised Qing Shuang didn't have so many rules to begin with. Then they raised a small bamboo plant that turned into a spirit."
"Little Bamboo grew up innocently, went down the mountain, was deceived by a stinky man, lost all his magical powers, and gave birth to a little Bamboo."
"Those old-fashioned people named the little bamboo Qingshuang."
"The little bamboo grew bigger and bigger, and so the old-fashioned people started imposing more and more rules."
"As a result, little Zhuzi was very rebellious. The more she was told not to do something, the more she wanted to do it."
The old skeleton looked at the whole emerald green flute and said: "This thing will hurt people if it hits them."
"When Qingshuang was feeding Xiaobai and the others, I wanted to dig a few holes, but I almost got beaten to death."
As the old skeleton spoke, he began to laugh, and as he laughed, he sighed.
Shen Wangshu reached out and took the flute, which was very long. She said, "Do you want to drill a few more holes now?"
The old skeleton immediately said, "How could that be? I used to think that holding this thing, like using it to hit someone, wasn't very elegant, so I thought of drilling a few holes in it, so that it would at least look a bit classy."
"It's closed now." This was the last thing she could leave behind.
From the moment she was killed and turned into a puppet, there was no Qingshuang in this world anymore.
But he still had a glimmer of hope, but when he was caught off guard and his chest was pierced, this hope was shattered.
The old skeleton placed his finger bones on his chest, as if the pain was still cutting his flesh like a blunt knife.
Shen Wangshu looked at the tiny buds on it and asked, "Is this a dead thing? Or a living thing?"
The old skeleton also remained silent on this question.
He shook his head: "I don't know."
Shen Wangshu pointed to the bamboo joints, where there were tiny, almost invisible buds, and asked, "Can they survive?"
The old skeleton paused. If he still had eyes, they would definitely be wide open and incredulous.
Shen Wangshu returned the flute to the old skeleton: "Let's try it out, just in case he survives."
The old skeleton whispered, "What if he's not alive?"
Shen Wangshu said, "Don't underestimate plants. Didn't you grow a whole field of red spider lilies from a single plant in the barren land of the Other World?"
"You can try it here too. Maybe I can give you a bamboo forest."
The old skeleton leaned against the flute, as if thankful: "Fortunately, I didn't drill a hole."
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