At dusk in summer, the mortal towns are sweltering with heat, and the turbid air, which is much thinner than in the past, swirls like very light gray smoke, but the old banyan tree beside the road is full of fresh air, and behind the dense branches and leaves, there is a touch of snow-colored clothes. Holding Chun Jun in his hand, Fu Cang was leaning on the tree and staring absently at the noisy theater stage opposite. (Township)$(Village)$(Small)$(Say)$(Network) www.xiang-cun-xiao-shuo.com has launched at high speed!
Princess Long's equally absent-minded voice sounded in Chunjun: "Is the one in the blue dress together with the one in the floral dress?"
She believes that roles depend on clothes.
Fu Cang said: "The one in the flower dress is dead."
Xuan Yi immediately looked away from the hole, and continued to fall back on the book in his hand: "Then don't read it."
Coincidentally, he really didn't want to see this crying and strange thing.
Fu Cang looked around at random, the night is approaching, it is the moment when the group of monsters and demons are most ready to move. Ten days ago, the land here handed over a certificate to Nantianmen, saying that there are powerful monsters who are very good at lurking and hunting mortals. , No fewer than ten people have been eaten. He took the certificate and guarded the vicinity for a long time, but he has not found any abnormalities so far.
A trace of divine thought penetrated into Chun Jun, she had already used his Sword Qi and Dragon Transformation thoroughly, in the golden light, a piece of fine cloud carpet was spread, on the left was a box of candied plums, on the right was a cup of steaming Tea, there are all kinds of books in a mess around, Princess Dragon is lazily curled up in the cloud quilt, the golden ring on her head is crooked, she is looking at the book in her hand with relish—the female ghost and the scholar, her recent favorite .
As if she sensed that there was a prying spirit, she covered the book with her hand: "No peeking."
Fu Cang knocked on Chunjun once, retracting his spiritual thoughts, seeing that the night was getting dark, he restrained all his divine power and fresh air, jumped down from the old banyan tree, and walked slowly on the uneven streets of the mortal world.
Princess Long's voice came from Chunjun again: "Brother Fucang, haven't you caught the man-eating monster yet?"
She must be suffocating in the sword, the lower world is heavy, her dragon scales have not yet grown, and she can't come out, and it is inconvenient to take her around because of business, Fu Cang's voice became gentle: "Be patient, tonight If I still can’t meet it, I’m going back to the upper realm. Pen`￥`Chi`￥`中`￥`文www.bi~chi.me”
In fact, she was not in a hurry... Xuan Yi squirmed to the hole wrapped in a quilt, squinted his eyes and looked out, the lights of the mortal towns were like sparse stars, scattered bit by bit, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.
Because she has been sleeping in Chunjun for these years, she has almost become a frequent visitor to the lower realm, and it is not unusual to see anything. After looking around casually, she continued to read the story collection of the fragrant female ghosts and scholars in her hand. She did not know what she saw. Suddenly said: "Senior brother Fucang, you haven't taken me to the brothel yet."
Fu Cang stopped abruptly when she asked her, without changing his face: "...where did you know these two words?"
Xuan Yi shook the book in his hand slowly, triumphantly: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book."
There are so many interesting words for mortals.
"A brothel is a building painted blue?" She spat out a plum stone and stuffed a new one, "Is there a group of beauties living in it, and whoever looks the best will get money?"
Fu Cang squinted at the distant night sky, paused for a long time, and affirmed: "...Yes."
Xuan Yiba turned towards the entrance of the cave, his eyes behind the black veil fixed on the face of the **** in white: "Did you go there when you were a mortal?"
Fu Cang frowned, said calmly: "I have never been there, and I never wanted to go."
Fu Cang found that he couldn't keep up with her escaping thoughts again, leaving aside the question of "why not go", what does "take a lot of money" mean? Did she misunderstand something?
Sure enough, at the next moment, she said again: "I read in the book that the oiran is one of the ten thousand beauties. If you go, you should be the number one oiran in the world, right? There must be a lot of money to get."
She still remembers how he tricked the nine princesses of the Tianhu clan into three tail hairs with just his face.
The feeling in Fu Cang's heart has never been so complicated. I don't know whether it is happiness, anger, or being knocked down by her unique imagination.
All he could do was to keep walking forward, and said coldly, "Shut up, I have to go to work."
Coincidentally, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a very slight and distant tremor of evil spirit in the night wind, and Fu Cang immediately turned into a cloud of breeze and chased after him.
After zigzagging out of the town, after flying for half a day, the turbid air around gradually became thicker, and there was a barren dead place nearby, and there were some mortal resentments left in Yingying Xuxu, it must have been a battlefield in the mortal world. Ghosts and gods tend to avoid this kind of place, and it is very smart for ogres to hide here.
The cloudy wind in the distance suddenly fell under a huge pitch-black tree, and it appeared as a monster, but it was a mandrill. He held two unconscious mortals in his hand, and sat down under the tree full of bones. Sighed: "The above edict to slaughter demons has been withdrawn for many years. The gods are too busy enjoying themselves. They don't care about such a little devil like you. Don't struggle anymore, you former earth fairy, and you will fall into a demon." Well—look, there is only so much freshness left, and it is still a dead end if found by the patrolling gods, it is better to be free for a few days, why bother to ask for trouble?"
Fu Cang ignored him for the time being, and looked around. This dead land with withered vegetation and no life was actually the prosperous and romantic Daliang City in the past. The passage of time in the world, the perishability of earth and trees, and the changes in the vicissitudes of life made him suddenly feel emotional.
That huge pitch-black tree was the Peach Tree Earth Immortal in the Qingdi Temple. The body of the tree had been swallowed by the turbid air, and only a little fresh air remained near the roots.
The mandrill demon who used to be the national teacher of Liang Zhuxie slowly tore apart the clothes of the mortals at hand, choosing fat and tender, and said: "This is already a dead place, you will die sooner or later, what can the earth fairy do? You are so tired that you are half dead , One fragment hits it and it's all gone..."
As he said that, he picked up a mortal who looked fatter and tender, and was about to feast on it, when the sudden clear wind rushed towards his face, he felt a flash of golden light, and was suddenly bitten by a huge golden dragon, and pushed ten times on the ground. A few feet, screaming loudly in pain.
The next moment, the demon-tying rope and the cinnabar mantra bound him tightly from head to toe. Only then did the mandrill demon realize that the golden dragon was Hua Xu's sword-qi dragon, and the white-clothed warrior with a cold expression in front of him was exactly The **** of help Cang who was revenged by himself when he was a mortal. His face turned yellow immediately, not sure if it was from pain or fright.
"It is a felony for the monster clan to prey on mortals." With a wave of Fu Cang's long sleeves, Jinlong gently bit the frightened mandrill demon in his mouth, and swam away, "Follow me back to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for conviction."
He walked slowly under the old peach tree, looked up for a moment, and said softly: "When I went down to earth to go through calamities, I was taken care of by the immortals."
The pitch-black branches and leaves of the peach tree began to tremble. I don't know if it was emotion, fear, or feeling that I could finally be relieved. Back then, Lihenhai was bombarded with fragments, and it coincided with the Taoshu Earth Immortal's thirty-sixth eclosion, and he didn't want to be smashed into the peach tree by the debris~www..com~ Infected with turbid air, and could no longer appear as an Earth Immortal picture.
He cultivated from a peach tree to an earth immortal, and the hardships in the process are beyond words. How could he be willing to degenerate into a demon? I had to spend bitterly with the turbid qi in my body in this dead place. Today, most of my body has been infected by the turbid qi, and I hardly have any hope.
Fu Cang raised his hand and tapped lightly on the peach tree, and the fragments deeply embedded in the peach tree were immediately ejected, pulverizing the tail of the golden dragon transformed into Chun Jun's scabbard.
Jinmu's divine power rippled like a tide, and the dry, yellow and withered weeds all over the ground suddenly turned green, and abundant fresh air pervaded the silent dead place.
Fu Cang looked at the still pitch-black old peach tree again, and said, "I hope you will expel the turbid air as soon as possible to benefit the land."
This time, don't rely on the incense of the Qingdi Temple, but build a Taoxian Temple yourself.
The white-clothed **** who had completed his official duties rose against the wind. After flying for a long time, Princess Long didn't speak. Immediately, he sent out a trace of spiritual thought to penetrate into Chunjun, only to find that she had fallen asleep with her pillow on her pillow. Because of her meager mental power, she slept as soon as she said she wanted to, and couldn't hold on for a moment. She just hoped that she wouldn't sleep for too many days, or she would be depressed again in Chunjun.