Thinking of Chang'an

There is a shop called Shiyi Zhai in Qingtian Town. The mother-in-law in the shop earns ten copper coins, but she spends twelve on unseasonable flowers, and spends all day drawing ordinary talismans to repel mosquitoes and purify water. Her daughter died of a mad obsession. No one thought it was strange, but she didn't believe it. She hugged an abandoned baby and left the Immortal Gate Holy Land. My mother-in-law repairs talismans and formation diagrams in Qingtian Town, and also raises her children. She didn't learn to say comforting words before she died. She only left one sentence: "Xiao Chang'an, you can cry." Sixteen-year-old Secretary Chang An left Qingtian Town with a wooden sword. On behalf of his mother-in-law, he wanted to get back the explanation that no one had given her sixteen years ago. He came across a broken jade tripod. A young man in red emerged from the cauldron and called himself Lin Xiaoman. He even forgot where he came from, he only remembered that he was the best alchemist in the world. Taking the last few medicinal herbs from Si Changan, he made a dozen flawless pills, but frowned and disliked that there shouldn't be so few. Secretary Changan: "An ordinary alchemy master only has five or six pills in a furnace." Lin Xiaoman didn't even raise his head and continued to think about what went wrong: "They are not me." A poor swordsman and an amnesiac alchemist embarked on the same road. That road leads to the mortal talisman formation that my mother-in-law has drawn over and over again. The talisman array hides the truth behind the death of a daughter. Behind the truth lies the origin of this prosperous age in Kyushu. The mountains and rivers of Kyushu have bones. That bone is not natural. Most of the people who cast bones did not leave their names. They just left something behind. Talismans like those that repel mosquitoes and purify water, and arrays that adjust the heat and cold, live quietly in the lives of every ordinary person. In Kyushu, being a good person is easier than being a bad person. No one thought this was strange. But where does this "taken for granted" come from? Lin Xiaoman: "Si Chang'an, I like this natural Kyushu very much." Reading guide: 1. Poor Ghost Sword Cultivation Attack × Prodigal Alchemist Shou's Road to Immortality. 2. The emotional line is blocked, but the plot line will be cut. 3. The first few chapters are the daily life of Qingtian Town Secretary Changan in his childhood, from mortal to immortal and slowly entering the world of Kyushu. 4. Partial group portrait 5. In a lawful world, strive to implement the rule of law in the fairy tales 6. Everyone can practice, and there are no restrictions on cultivation qualifications (spiritual roots). Jiuzhou big stage, if you want to fix it, come and do it [Small theater: Before buying medicinal materials one day] Lin Xiaoman: "Si Chang'an, how much money do you have left on you?" Si Changan threw the mustard bag to Lin Xiaoman. The mustard bag was empty except for the pill Lin Xiaoman gave him. Lin Xiaoman: "..." Si Changan caught the mustard seed bag thrown back, motioned Lin Xiaoman to look at the Cangming Sword, and said in an outrageously concise and concise manner: "Here." If it's valuable, that's it. Lin Xiaoman: "..." Selling Cangming? This is Si Changan's natal spiritual sword! Lin Xiaoman didn't even want to touch him! "Si, Chang, An!" "If you continue to be so lazy and can't sell Cangming, I will sell you!" Si Changan: "It's all yours, and it can be sold. I'll come back by myself." Intention: Mortals are like mayflies, trying to fight for the light of the sky