Chapter 50: When the truth comes

The scholar's attributes of the time clerk about the spoon "I can beat it, but I can beat you" are completely ... cute ... better than hiding it, so brightly expressed, where is he still Reason for rejection.
It's just a matter of urgency to go out first, although I don't know where and where it will fall, at least it can be reached safely.
There is a real sense under the feet, the touch of the earth.
Spoon hurriedly pierced his head out of the scholar's arms, and saw that he was in a wood, the sun was still bright, and the woods that were not luxuriantly illuminated were bright.
"Go back to the inn."
As the scholar was about to start, Spoon looked up at him, reached out and wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, and kissed him again, "It won't hurt to kiss."
The warmth of my heart filled my heart instantly, and looking at the painful appearance of the spoon, the scholar suddenly felt that she would pack and take it home and look face to face for a hundred or one thousand years without getting bored. He nodded seriously, "Well, it doesn't hurt."
Spoon smiled and pulled his hand: "Let's go home."
"Well." The scholar held her hand, and such an innocent spoon, there were still people who had the heart to take her to make stones, it was simply outrageous and intolerable.
He would take good care of the spoon, even if he tore up his face and open the Six Realms, he would never allow others to hurt her.
What happened three hundred years ago cannot happen again.
Out of the woods, Spoon looked at the mountain road from side to side, scratching his head: "It seems to be a mountain road outside the town."
"Yo Mo is the last girl of Nine Tail out of control and sent to the wrong place."
Spoon was worried about the nine-tailed fox. Although she had an inexplicable resistance to her, after all, the nine-tailed girl was helping her and heard her frightened voice, but she was worried: "Is she okay? Did the fierce girl catch her?" Will it be okay? "
The scholar touched her head: "No, since we are still here, it means that the nine-tailed girl has run away, and the murderous girl has not succeeded."
Spoon was relieved: "Let's go back to the inn quickly."
The scholar looked pale, looking at the distant mountain road, spooning down his eyes, squinting his eyes, wondering: "Isn't that Confucian?"
The ground sank a little, the spoon looked down, and the scholar raised his feet, and the ground was scratched.
Then a little white-haired little old man was drilled from the ground, and he felt his head and said, "Oh, who is calling out the old, showing mercy under his feet ... ah ah, the little has seen the king."
Although I don't know who he is, he has great divine power. As a land official who has lived for thousands of years, he will be taken out from time to time to answer questions.
The student asked, "What day is it?"
The land official said, "November 1."
Hearing this day, Spoon felt that the scholar's palm was sweating and he swallowed. The scholar paused for a moment before he said, "Today's champion town ... can there be a fire?"
The land official calculated it, and replied, "Yes."
"where?"
"East, Jade Street."
Sweat also oozed from the spoon's forehead: "That's not ... our street ..."
In the distance came a sad and sad chant, "Ye Jiu's voice is as loud as a weeping voice," "The other day will be different."
The Confucian came on a little donkey and sighed, and his voice was low and helpless.
Spoon wanted the scholar to go back quickly. It was obvious that he looked at Confucian students with a halt, and knew vaguely what the scholar was waiting for, without further urging.
The official duke of the land said, "If the Lord has nothing to do, the little will go."
The scholar stared at Confucianism without answering, the spoon shook his hand gently, and the landlord returned home.
The little donkey sighed after taking three steps: "Poor, Pingshui meet is also a fate. How to teach people not to be sad, not to sigh, how many girls ..."
Before I finished speaking, I saw a dozen big guys jumping out of the hidden mountain road and shouting "robbing!" A Confucianist shouted, rolled down from a donkey, and pointed at what they said was not smooth. Qiankun, even with perfect limbs, is willing to be a thief. Are you worthy of your father and mother, and your conscience of heaven and earth? Or put down the butcher knife as soon as possible ... "
"Become your uncle!" The gangster took a sip. "I hate to deal with you sour corrupt people. I have a lot of chattering in the end, but in the end I have to send money over. In return, you suffer and I suffer. "
Confucian student covered his waist: "Xiaosheng has no money."
"Then chop you into meat buns!"
Seeing that the man was about to rush up, Confucian exclaimed, fled, and was caught up without two steps, his body slammed forward, and when he saw his nose, his face was swollen, but a ray of light shone from his arms, and wrapped him instantly. Hidden on this mountain road.
The robber suddenly hesitated, but only for a while, the scared urination called "Hell, the gods have fled and fled", and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Spoon felt that his eyes were totally useless. How did Confucian students disappear? She didn't notice anything strange.
The scholar's face was quiet: "Nine-tailed girl did not send us to the wrong place. She thought this period was strange, not a fabrication."
"What's going on?" Spoon Fog, "Why did Confucianism disappear?"
The scholar whispered, "The thing that emits light from him just now is the little flower owl I gave you."
Spoon suddenly said: "Is it the little peony flower tincture he picked up that night?"
"Well. Spoon, let's go back to the inn."
Spoon clenched his arm and nodded indefinitely: "Um."
The town of No. 1 is now lively, and has been in the inn for more than 50 years. Somehow it has almost burned to ashes, and it is ready to make headlines.
I just listened to what ’s a pity,
it ’s gone
and
I ’ve been there for tea.
The spoon was sour on the nose. She also had to work hard to find out the truth of the incident and protect the inn from letting it disappear. true.
Moving forward from the air towards the inn, the spoon can still see the billowing smoke in the direction of Yushi Street.
The scholar stood with a spoon on the roof of Jinxiu Inn, and saw that Tongfu Inn had been burned to ashes. It had collapsed on two floors, and the remaining half was still in red flames. The beams and wooden pillars were almost burned into charcoal.
The spoon burst into tears, and she wanted to go down to fight the fire, but she saw the back of the scholar Xiaose.
The scholar half-knelt in front of the inn, who seemed to be holding in his arms.
Xin Niang and Brother Bai Shu supported each other, crying sadly, calling "spoon, boss".
Spoon covered his heart: "Scholar ... the person he holds ... is it me?"
The scholar clenched tighter, forgetting that this force would hurt the spoon's hand: "Well."
The spoon did not remind him that he was unexpectedly calm, and the scholar was the most difficult person to accept.
She reached out and touched the tight face of the scholar, and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry.
We went back to see the previous trajectory. Now that I am alive, it means that I can still change and I can still live. "
The scholar couldn't laugh, although he wanted to smile back, but couldn't. Looking at the bright smile of the spoon, I felt more heartache.
The noise suddenly stopped downstairs. It seemed that the world was still for a moment. The two looked down. The street discussions were gone, and the people walking on the street had stopped. You can't even breathe ...
"Someone has stopped here."
The spoon was breathless, and I saw that the scholars on the street were still moving. The others did not move for half a minute.
The student's voice was unbelievable: "Why didn't you go back ... why ..."
A woman in a white robe appeared suddenly out of nowhere, her hair was soaring, her eyebrows weren't angry, and her voice was cold and clear: "You turned her destiny for a little peony flower? Do you know how much this will involve?"
The scholar sneered: "What about that? You can kill her, why can't I save her?" He embraced the cold body in his arms, and sneered, "You shattered her primordial spirit and took her life. Since I can't Changing this day will take your life. "
The woman twisted her eyebrows: "I didn't kill her. The effort you left that tea, what did I do, you can ask the ghosts or the land around. If you really want to kill her, 300 years ago, I I won't ask her to leave, and promise you to let you find something to replace her to make stones for me. "
The spoon upstairs stared intently at the scholar who slowly got up, her stabbing body was cold, cold, full of murderous coldness. It turned out that a gentle scholar like me would have such a surly expression.
But before the scholar shot at the woman, the earth shook suddenly, and the sky shook. Cards, cards, sounds are broken little by little.
The woman's look changed slightly: "You have just reversed your destiny, and now you have begun to change. This is a great sin!"
The student twisted his eyebrows and smiled: "So it's so ... well ... well ..."
In other words, the Six Realms were trapped in the dark, the cold wind was cutting the blade, and the lifted roof tiles were broken into powder. The student was busy grabbing his spoon: "I'm going back."
"go back?"
"Well, the wheel of destiny has changed from here. Without resorting to the power of the nine tails, it must inevitably go out."
The spoon hugged the scholar and did not dare to let go. The generous palm was attached to the back of the head, keeping her whole body tight, leaving no chance to give the shivering wind.
A huge crackling smashed into my ear, and Zhen's spoon head fainted. Fortunately, the scholar hugged her tightly so as not to soften his legs.
The sound was deafening, and I was fainted for a while when a light source was felt outside my eyes.
"Spoon."
She slowly raised her head and shouted, "Come back?"
"Um." The scholar asked her to lean on her body to calm her down. "Don't worry, I know the cause and effect of the matter, I won't repeat it, and you will lose your life again."
The spoon trembled and became confused again: "Antecedents and consequences?"
The scholar sighed: "It really happened on October 1st, and you did die that day. But I was not willing to kill Huang Quan, so I reversed my destiny and sent you back a month ago. Because of your Yuanshen It was destroyed, so I found a carrier to take you back. And the carrier was the small peony flower calyx, but I did not expect that the calyx was picked up by Confucian students long ago. So he was sent back to September 28. "
The spoon was stunned, and at the end he asked again, "Why are Confucians nervous, and a bunch of truth and falsehood?"
"How can a mortal body endure the pressure to reverse time and space."
Spoon thought that he was in the formation of the nine-tailed fox, and he couldn't bear it anymore. The Confucian student became like that, and he was so enchanted. This reason also made sense. My heart hung up again and asked, "So ... on November 1st, if I didn't change my life path, I would still die?"
The scholar nodded slightly, and the indifferent look in his eyes had become firm and decisive: "No matter what, that day must not let it happen."
Spoon grinned, "I believe you, stupid student."
Without waiting for the scholar to reply, he looked suddenly and looked coldly at the open space: "Come out."
A cold voice suddenly came from the empty place: "Stupid student? Haven't you told her your identity yet? Or ... you dare not say?"
The spoon moved his body in front of the scholar subconsciously, almost trying to protect him behind.
For a moment, the scholar, even if he knew he could not fight, was the first to react, but did so.
He pulled the spoon aside, staring at the woman in the white robe who flashed out instantly.
Spoon was shocked, this is not the woman who just talked with "Student" in front of the inn.
The scholar's tone was rather cold: "It's been a long time, son-in-law."
A slight smile on Nuwa's face: "It's been a long time, Qing Emperor."
"..." Spoon's legs ... so soft ...