novelcrest Chapter 469 Shut up and do your job
Chapter 469 Shut up and do your job
Qin Wanzhuang's sword fire subsided, but the flames became even brighter, and the black water around the wet patch receded.
"Who taught it to be so dirty?"
Mo Chengyue said, "The fragments of the External Affairs Hall's regulations are just the surface; the real force behind them is familiar with the sect's rules and the records."
Shopkeeper Hu asked, "Can we cut it now?"
Mo Chengyue reached his left hand toward the talisman ash, his fingertips picking up the dried ash and the blood from his sword hilt, and slowly drew a half-circle of fine array around the red talisman.
"able."
Qin Wanzhuang asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Bake the paper crane's wing tips, but don't touch its belly."
What's hidden inside the crane's belly?
"Turnaround."
"What about the wing tips?"
"Zhangkou."
Qin Wanzhuang's sword tip hovered above the watermark.
"I cut off the passage, you locked the loop?"
"right."
"Don't move your right hand."
Mo Chengyue pulled his right sleeve, which was hanging down, behind him.
"I use my left hand."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at his cuffs, her fingertips tightening on the sword hilt, then quickly loosening.
What if it bites your blood ointment?
"It will bite."
Shopkeeper Hu immediately retorted, "Then why are you letting it bite?"
"It won't bite, and I can't find the way it goes back."
Qin Wanzhuang stared at him.
"Using yourself as a hook?"
Mo Chengyue used talisman ash to seal the outer ring of the paper crane watermark, and the ash lines floated with a golden glow at the edge of the wet post.
"It's already got the hook in its mouth, I'm just trying to keep the line from breaking."
Shopkeeper Hu placed the white paper lantern on the small box, protecting the flame so it shone brightly.
"You make it sound so easy."
Mo Chengyue said, "Speaking again won't lessen the pain."
Qin Wanzhuang spoke up: "Shut up and get to work."
"receive."
After the paper crane watermark on the red sticker was locked by the talisman ash, the crane's wings suddenly unfolded, and pale white water vapor sprayed out from the wingtips, drawing a thin white line towards the old salt warehouse outside the fog wall.
Qin Wanzhuang raised her sword.
"The left side of the wingtip?"
Mo Chengyue watched the white line swim towards the surface of the water, and then noticed that the blood-stained patch on his right sleeve had turned red from being pulled.
"First the left, then the right, and finally burn the crane's beak."
Qin Wanzhuang asked, "Can the crane's beak make a sound?"
"meeting."
"Who are you calling?"
"Call the person behind you."
Shopkeeper Hu pressed his fingertips firmly against the lampshade.
"Can we let it make a sound?"
"It can only cry out in pain."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "That's enough."
The sword fire landed on the tip of the left wing. The blazing sword intent did not cut through the paper, but it burned the remaining chapter inside the wing tip with a golden-white edge. The sound of the paper being dried came from inside the red letter.
From the direction of the old salt warehouse outside the fog wall came the gurgling sound of water seeping into the cracks in the stone, as if someone was dragging wet paper through the back wall.
Mo Chengyue immediately added the talisman ash, the ash thread wrapping around the paper crane's abdomen, and red light shot out from his right sleeve. The veins on the back of his left hand taut along the hilt of his sword.
Shopkeeper Hu noticed blood seeping from the side of his wrist, and pushed the silver hairpin forward a little, then stopped it outside the lamplight.
"Do you want me to hold your sleeve down for you?"
"Don't touch blood ointments."
"I know."
"And don't touch my right wrist."
Shopkeeper Hu's lips tightened slightly.
"Who cares to touch it?"
Qin Wanzhuang's second sword strike landed on the right flank. The paper crane watermark was burned and bent, and the thin white trails darted around in the talisman ash, trying several times to penetrate Qin Wanzhuang's sword tip, but she forced them back with the fire line.
"It's looking for the seam in the sword."
Mo Chengyue said, "Don't put out the fire."
"Confiscated."
"Lower it a little more."
"Lowering the name will cause problems."
"Follow the edge."
Qin Wanzhuang lowered her sword, the fire line brushing past the lower right corner of the red invitation. The bloodstains on the outside of the three characters "Qin Wanzhuang" were burned back into the paper, and finally a tiny black dot appeared on the crane's belly in the watermark.
Manager Hu immediately asked, "Is that the nail point?"
"Yes."
Mo Chengyue pointed the tip of the Rain Flower Sword at the outer edge of the black dot, and the thunder fire ash and talisman ash were combined, causing the fine array to shrink inward.
"Senior sister, crane's beak."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Watch yourself."
I tried my best.
"It's not about trying your best."
Mo Chengyue glanced at her, the blood-stained bandage under his right sleeve gleaming, the firelight reflecting off his face. The words he was about to say lingered on his tongue, leaving only one sentence.
"it is good."
Qin Wanzhuang raised her sword, gathering the blazing sun sword intent at the tip, and then touched the beak of the paper crane watermark.
A sharp, papery sound came from within the red post. The white line was pulled back along the fog wall towards the old salt warehouse, but the paper crane watermark was caught by the talisman ash array, and the loop was stretched into a taut, wet light.
Mo Chengyue pressed down on the Rain Flower Sword with his left hand, and the thunder and fire ash at the tip of the sword burned away along with the damp light.
"Sever."
Qin Wanzhuang's sword fire pressed down simultaneously, burning the broken seal at the crane's beak into white smoke. The wet light cracked in the middle, and the three characters "Qin Wanzhuang" on the red letter immediately lost their blood color, leaving only a layer of light red marks soaked in water.
From deep within the darkened cabin came the muffled sound of pages closing, and the shadowy figure at the bottom of the ship shrank back, forcing the black water in front of the threshold back to the edge of the culvert.
Old Zhou shouted from the direction of the local temple, "The water has receded!"
Xiao Liu shouted, "The paper crane string broke!"
The fat shopkeeper suddenly started banging his pot more enthusiastically.
"Fairy Qin, Immortal Master Mo, the fire in the pot is lit!"
Qin Wanzhuang sheathed her sword half an inch, then pointed the tip of the sword back at the red invitation.
"Is it still alive?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the corner of the post that had turned white, the warmth of the blood-stained post in his palm slowly fading, but his right sleeve was still pressed against his wrist bone.
"The bandit is alive, but the escape route is cut off."
Shopkeeper Hu asked, "Can it be destroyed?"
Mo Chengyue shook his head.
"Keep it for now; it proves that someone used the incomplete seal of the Foreign Affairs Office to send a false relative's name."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him.
"Give it to your master after you return to the sect."
Mo Chengyue said, "That's what I think too."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "You'd better keep thinking that way."
Manager Hu looked at the two of them while holding the small box. The lamplight flickered between her fingers, and she swallowed back the words that were about to come out, only letting out a soft hum.
"Master Mo, it seems you'll have a lot to explain after you leave."
Mo Chengyue used the Rain Flower Sword to lift the white and red talisman, and sealed the talisman with ash.
"Get out alive and then join the queue."
Qin Wanzhuang's gaze swept over his right sleeve, and the sword hilt twirled half a circle in her palm.
"I'm first in line."
Manager Hu immediately took over.
"I'm second."
Ah Sui gently tapped the box.
Manager Hu looked down at the box lid, then looked up at Mo Chengyue.
"Ah Sui said she ranked third."
Mo Chengyue looked at the white paper lamp, and just as his lips moved, the fog outside the abandoned shipyard suddenly collapsed towards the old salt warehouse.
A scream came from the culvert behind the collapsed wall in the distance, the sound echoing through the broken paper crane loop, accompanied by the sound of wet paper tearing.
"Master, save me!"
"Someone is calling out 'Master Jade' from the direction of the old salt warehouse."
Shopkeeper Hu held the white paper lantern, the edges of the lampshade wrinkled from being pressed by the heel of her palm, and the Soul-Sealing Box remained close to her body.
Qin Wanzhuang flicked the moisture from the tip of her sword onto the ground, and the Blazing Sun Sword Intent burned thin white smoke trails along the damp wood.
"Go to the old salt warehouse."
Mo Chengyue used his Rain Flower Sword to hold the pale red talisman, his right sleeve tucked into his side, the talisman ash falling down his sleeve.
"First, explain the situation on the shore."
Old Zhou responded from afar: "Master Mo, you go ahead, we'll guard the fire circle, keep the roster at the bottom of the pot, tie Accountant Chen to the door panel, and keep the water three zhang away from him."
The chubby shopkeeper shouted, "My pot isn't touching either. If anyone dares to steal it, I'll report them to the authorities."
Qin Wanzhuang turned her head to the side, her wet hair being dried behind her ears by the heat, and her gaze lingered on the pot in the fat shopkeeper's hand.
"knock."
The fat shopkeeper immediately began swinging the pot stick more vigorously, the sound of metal rolling all the way from in front of the local temple.
"Knock knock knock, don't worry, Fairy Qin, this pot has done a great job today. I'll get it a better handle later."
Even as he turned around, Manager Hu kept his eyes fixed on him.
"Don't hold a celebration for the pot before the deaths are settled."
The chubby shopkeeper, shrinking his neck, replied, "Shopkeeper Hu is absolutely right. I'll let it live until dawn."
Mo Chengyue looked at Lao Zhou.
"Don't answer if anyone asks where we're going."
Old Zhou stuck the old boat license plate into the soot, his voice roughened by the smoke.
"Understood, just say watch the fire."
Xiao Liu held the copper basin and stood firmly inside the circle of fire.
"Master Mo, the back wall of the old salt warehouse is next to a hidden ditch, and there is a salt cave at the bottom of the wall. You can easily slip and fall into the water."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"Don't follow me."
Xiao Liu pressed the copper basin in his hand against his chest.
"I know. I'll stay and watch over Accountant Chen. If he leaks again, I'll throw ashes under him."
Old Zheng, biting the stick of a pot, cursed, "You're quite the expert at this kind of work."
Xiao Liu replied, "Anyone who has been targeted by Shui Zhang should learn some survival skills."
Qin Wanzhuang had already stepped into the misty crevice, and the sword fire forced the black water beneath her feet back into the dark channel.
"road."
Mo Chengyue followed, holding the Rain Flower Sword horizontally in front of him.
"Walk along the dry gray path on the right, past the collapsed ship frame, and don't step on the reed shadows. The back wall of the old salt warehouse is in the place where the sound of water is the most muffled."