Immortal and Demon Cultivation

"What? Aunt Yun is dead? Died at the hands of my master?"

When Shangguan Yu heard the news, he was like thunder.

To be honest, she didn't hate Fairy Liuyun, she was even a little grateful.

If it were him, it would be absolutely impossible for him to let someone who knows the secret of his son's life experience live.

Fairy Liuyun didn't kill her, so she was already giving her a wide berth.

Fengyi and Shangguanyu lived together for a period of time and were very familiar with Shangguanyu, so she briefly told Shangguanyu what happened on Samsara Peak.

When she heard that Ye Xiaochuan killed Qiankunzi to avenge his mother, Shangguanyu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Then the tears started flowing down my cheeks.

No matter what kind of person Qiankunzi is in the eyes of others, in Shangguanyu's heart, he is always his mentor and a relative like a father.

Seeing that Fengyi had finished talking, Xuan Ying spoke again and said: "Wang Zaishan, please send Miss Shangguan out."

Wang Zaishan nodded and said: "Miss Shangguan, please."

Ye Xiaochuan's identity as a demon is now known to everyone, and there is no need for Shangguan Yu to stay here any longer.

A person like Xuan Ying would not kill a little girl. Letting go of Guanyu is the only ending.

After Shangguan Yu followed Wang Zaishan out of the ice jade cave in despair, Xuan Ying flicked his fingers, and a white light appeared, with a frozen corpse wrapped in the white light.

Fairy Liuyun.

Originally, Fairy Liuyun's body was in Tianwen's hands, but Xuanying later obtained it and brought it back to Xumi Jiezi Cave.

Fairy Liuyun's dharma body slowly landed on the ice jade bed.

Lying on this ice jade bed, Fairy Liuyun's body would not change in any way even if hundreds of thousands or millions of years had passed.

Xuan Ying looked at the face of Fairy Liu Yun who seemed to be sleeping, and said slowly: "Liu Yun, I brought you back, and you will sleep here from now on. I promise you that I will find your son Ye Xiaochuan."

After saying that, he turned around and said to the people behind him: "There are many caves in Jiezi Cave. From now on, when you are here, you will live in other caves. You are not allowed to enter this cave at will."

Everyone nodded.

Obviously, this cave has become the tomb of Fairy Liuyun.

At dusk, the old storyteller came back carrying a bamboo pole and a curtain, carrying a bag of rice.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the rice bucket climbing a tree in the yard. He said: "Girl, why haven't you driven this rice bucket away yet? The little money grandpa earned from telling stories and fortune telling every day was not enough to put it between his teeth. It’s there! Get it away quickly!”

A strange woman walked out of the kitchen, wearing simple clothes and a cloth on her head. She had dark skin and at first glance she looked like a common peasant woman in Guanzhong.

It's just her eyes,

The old storyteller said: "Who are you? Aren't all the owners of this yard dead? Where is the small building? The small building! Girl..."

The strange woman said: "Grandpa, stop shouting, I am Xiaolou!"

When I heard the voice, I knew it was from Xiaolou.

The old storyteller understood immediately, threw away the rice bag and bamboo pole curtain, walked to Yuan Xiaolou's side, and looked at Yuan Xiaolou in circles.

He clicked his tongue and said: "The disguise technique of the Thousand Faces Sect is really powerful, it almost deceived my eyes. That's not right...Girl, did you misunderstand this morning? I'll give you Ye Xiaochuan's disguise. Why did you change your appearance?"

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I also showed up on Samsara Peak. If I am recognized, I will harm you and Mr. Ye."

The old storyteller said: "You can also transform yourself into a beautiful woman by changing your appearance. Your appearance now is far worse than before."

Yuan Xiaolou said seriously: "The key to the art of disguise is not the skill, but the imitation. If the disguise is too outstanding, it will attract a lot of attention, and the chance of being seen through is much higher.

Nowadays, we are hiding from the people in the world and can only disguise ourselves as ordinary ordinary people. This will make it more difficult for those who want to pursue us. "

The old storyteller thought about it and felt that what Yuan Xiaolou said was very reasonable.

If he were to disguise himself as a handsome boy or beauty like Hua Wuyou or Yao Guang, he would be so eye-catching when walking on the street that it would be difficult not to be noticed.

The best way to hide a leaf is to hide it in the forest.

The best way to hide a drop of water is to throw it into the ocean.

The ancestors of mankind created a saying, a small thing is hidden in the wild, a big thing is hidden in the city.

If you want to avoid being pursued by others, hiding alone in the wilderness is a bad idea.

If you don't want to be found by the world, the best way is to hide yourself in the bustling downtown.

The old storyteller naturally knew how to hide Ye Xiaochuan, so he chose to settle in Lantian County outside Chang'an City first. After Ye Xiaochuan woke up, he would go to Chang'an City or the capital.

Anyway, go wherever there are more people.

It was getting dark. After dinner, the three of them and one national treasure were enjoying the cool air in the yard.

Yuan Xiaolou is very resourceful. Originally, the weeds and fallen leaves in this courtyard were all flying, but now she has kept them clean and tidy.

Since weeds are the most likely to breed mosquitoes, Yuan Xiaolou spent an afternoon spreading a lot of five-poison powder specially designed for cultivators in the yard and various rooms to fumigate away all the mosquitoes.

Sitting in the yard, the old storyteller looked at the stars and drank fruit wine one sip after another.

Yuan Xiaolou sat next to Ye Xiaochuan and fanned Ye Xiaochuan with a fan.

The fan bucket also became obedient and hung himself on the crooked old tree in the yard to swing. However, from time to time, there would be a muffled sound in the yard, which was the sound of the fan bucket falling from the tree branch.

The old storyteller focused his eyes on the starry sky for a long time and found that the blood moon was still there, but the light was too weak to be easily detected by the naked eye.

The blood moon did not disappear completely, which was a good sign, indicating that the game of heaven was still going on, and Ye Xiaochuan might still have room for maneuver.

After appreciating the blood moon, he saw that Yuan Xiaolou had been fanning Ye Xiaochuan, which made the old storyteller very dissatisfied.

"Girl, don't just fan Ye Xiaochuan. I'm hot too."

Yuan Xiaolou said, "Young Master Ye has lost his cultivation now. It's so hot, if I don't fan him, his body won't be able to bear it! Grandpa, you're not unconscious. If you're hot, take a cold shower."

The storyteller rolled his eyes and stood up and said, "It's late. I'm going to sleep in the house. Don't fan him all night. It's so tiring. Get a few buckets of water, condense it into ice with your palm power, and put it in the house. The house will be cool."

Yuan Xiaolou's eyes lit up. This was really a good idea. He quickly ran to the kitchen and carried two large wooden barrels out to get water.

The rice bucket seemed to be tired too. Seeing that the storyteller was going to sleep in the house, it hurried to follow.

The storyteller kicked it and said, "I like to sleep in a single room. You go find the girl."

The rice bucket went to find Yuan Xiaolou happily.

Yuan Xiaolou, who was drawing water from the well, said, "I have to take care of Mr. Ye at night. You are too noisy. Don't sleep with me!"

The glutton was helpless. No one wants me. Forget it. It's so hot. I'd better sleep in the cool yard.