Everyone loves Bai Yueguang, but he only loves me

The little Taoist boy squatted on the ground, took a look, and said in surprise: "Master, it's a mirror!"

Unexpectedly, the bronze mirror started to shake.

Ripples rippled on the mirror surface, and a voice suddenly emerged, "Damn stinking Taoist priest! If you dare to destroy the illusion of this great immortal, I will never let you go!"

It just sounds soft and waxy, not threatening at all.

"Mirror spirit?" Jing Sheng asked in surprise and poked the mirror with his peach wood sword.

"Well..." Bronze Mirror groaned and cursed angrily, "You bastard, don't touch this great immortal!"

When Jing Sheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and pressed the tip of the mahogany sword against the mirror.

"Stinky Taoist, please let me go quickly..."

Jing Sheng curled his lips and said teasingly: "Oh! Isn't the Great Immortal very capable? Why do you want me to let you go?"

As he spoke, he poked the mirror twice more.

"Ouch!" Bronze Mirror called out again.

Jing Sheng became more energetic, holding the mahogany sword in his hand while stabbing it, and kept muttering in his mouth,

"You are very brave to seize my people and supplies!"

"It's a red lantern and it belongs to an ancient house. Who are you pretending to be here to scare?"

"Also, you turned into a craftsman and tricked the poor master and apprentice into coming to the mountains. What do you want?"

"..."

At first, the voice in the bronze mirror was quite tough, shouting "ouch ouch" and attacking him in various ways.

However, the more fierce the scolding, the harder Jing Sheng struck. As time went by, it couldn't bear it anymore, and started to cry, "Ouch... Taoist priest, stop pricking me, it hurts me to death!"

Jing Sheng paused his hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you scold me? I just like your unruly look!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Taoist Master, I was wrong... I am just a mirror spirit, not a great immortal... Please, please let me go!" The voice in the bronze mirror begged him for mercy.

"Oh, if you ask Pindao to let you go, Pindao has to let him go. Doesn't Pindao not want to lose face?" Jing Sheng said sarcastically.

He glanced at the little Taoist boy beside him.

The little guy understood and immediately stopped him: "Master, you must not let it go! Grandpa Fu and the others have never provoked it, but they were trapped in the mountain by it. I don't know what happened to it!"

Jing Sheng held his chin, nodded and said, "Xiao Mingyue is right. You detained our Changfengguan people for no reason, and turned into craftsmen to deceive us. You should be punished for your crime!"

The mahogany sword in his hand began to hit the mirror again.

"Woo... Master, don't kill me. I didn't harm him! I just locked them up and scared them. I will let them go after a while."

"Well, I'm just a mirror spirit that has been practicing for thousands of years. I make a living by absorbing all kinds of negative emotions. I have never killed anyone...unless they actively attack and suffer backlash..."

Jingling sputtered a lot, but to its dismay, Jingsheng was unmoved after listening to it, and just said coldly, "I think I can't let you go so easily!"

The mirror spirit broke through, "Wow... Taoist Priest, how do you want to let me go? Wuwuwu... As long as you don't kill me, I am willing to sign a contract with you and be your weapon spirit!"

"I am a bright and cheerful boy, why do you need a broken mirror like you to absorb negative emotions!" Jing Sheng said with great disgust.

Jing Ling could only focus on the little Taoist boy, "Uh-huh, little Taoist master, please let me go!"

The little guy remained silent and looked towards Jing Sheng from the corner of his eye.

Jing Sheng blinked at him.

The little Taoist boy reluctantly nodded his head, "Do you want to form a contract with me? Then will you listen to me in the future and won't you harm me?"

"No, no!" Jing Ling promised.

Jing Sheng said reluctantly: "Then let Pindao be the witness! Little Mirror, can you tell me how to get the contract?"

"It's very simple, as long as the little Taoist drops blood on the mirror..."

……

Yuan Yan stared blankly at the compass in his hand, "Strange, why is it not moving?"

Suddenly, I heard the young man behind me shout in shock: "Master, the illusion... the illusion has disappeared!"

Yuan Xi took his eyes away from the compass and glanced around, finding that the house had completely disappeared and they were still standing on the mountain road.

The young man couldn't help but ask: "Master, how could this happen?"

Yuan Xi's hand holding the compass trembled slightly, "The illusion has been broken... I'm afraid it's the mirror demon..."

I had a bad feeling in my heart.

The ground suddenly shook, and he almost fell down on the mountain path when he lost his balance. Fortunately, the young man behind him reacted quickly and supported him in time.

"What's going on?" Yuan Xi stabilized his body and asked.

The young man pointed forward and said uncertainly: "Master, it seems to be over there... there seemed to be a flash of light, and then it disappeared soon..."

Yuan Xi thought of something and exclaimed: "Oh no!"

Instead of walking slowly while staring at the compass like before, he spread his legs and ran forward.

"Your Majesty, wait for me..." The young man hurriedly chased after him.

Yuan Jin rushed over and happened to see Jing Sheng holding a bronze mirror in his hand. He quickly said, "Fellow Taoist, can you give me this mirror?"