The devil attacks me every day

A hundred years ago, Xu Xiaofei was clearly a casual cultivator.Before coming to Liufeng, he traveled all over the world and helped many immortal families to refine medicine, until that year when he came to Liufeng.

Liufeng accepted him as an apprentice, and it took him more than ten years to take root in Liufeng.

He has heard these stories countless times. From the mouths of his clansmen and from other aristocratic families, Xu Xiaofei has always been a casual cultivator.so many rumors

Could it be a fake, then when did Xu Xiaofei come to Huanyun, write down the runes on the wall one by one, and copy them in a notebook?

And what do these runes represent?

"Master Zhao, what do you... see

up? " Song Hai asked in a low voice when he saw that Meng Qi'an was fascinated by the murals.

Meng Qi'an quickly withdrew his hand, shook his head, and replied, "I don't know what the runes on this mural mean."

Song Hai's face collapsed immediately, and he said dejectedly: "Even Mr. Song doesn't know... I won't really have the cheek to ask Huanyun's people for help."

Get busy...Then they will know about my damage to the mural...Hey, why am I so unlucky, all the rooms here are mine

The mural, I had to shudder at first... now it's fine!I am dead!Sending back to Middle-earth Continent, my father must have skinned me! "

The white and slender fingers returned to the mural.Below the mural, there was a scratch on the skirt of the lady, which happened to destroy three runes,

Can't see the original appearance.

This is Song Hai's masterpiece.

"Although I don't know what these runes mean..." His fingers lightly tapped twice on the wall, and his tone became lighter: "But I can

Help you fix them up. "

Song Hai's expression suddenly turned from sadness to joy, and he held Meng Qi'an's arms with both hands, and asked eagerly: "Really? Mr. Zhao, you can really fix it for me."

?If Young Master Zhao has done me such a great favor, I, Song Hai, will definitely repay Young Master Zhao well, even if I am a bull..."

"Ahem." Meng Qi'an hastily interrupted Song Hai, "We are all friends, don't say anything about reciprocating or not reciprocating. It doesn't matter to me.

It's not difficult, it's just a matter of lifting your finger. "

"But... But these patterns are not the same, what if you make up a mistake... Mr. Zhao, are you sure?" Song Hai was caught by a female voice at night.

Being entangled to the point of neurasthenia, he was also afraid of being punished by Xue Ji, and also afraid of being haunted by a female ghost, so he was very pitiful pulling Meng Qi'an's clothes.

Meng Qi'an raised his eyebrows, and his tone was rarely arrogant: "Don't say just three, I can make up all 72 runes for you if they are broken!"

"Then... not at all!" Song Hai immediately forced out a flattering smile.

Just kidding, if three of them are broken, he will be tossed like this. If 72 of them are really broken, he will have to give his life here?

Meng Qi'an remembered the 72 runes very clearly, but he just screened out what was missing from the broken runes from his memory, and chipped off that piece.

It is not difficult to re-carve Ping.

Meng Qi'an immediately took out the Chiyang Sword from the Nahai Pearl, and used the tip of the sword to re-carve the damaged runes.

Sawdust was flying, and a scent of wood spread from under the sword. Before Song Hai could see what Meng Qi'an was doing, with a 'shua' sound, the Chiyang Sword

Sheathed, three brand new runes replaced the broken ones.

"This, this is... alright?" Song Hai leaned forward and carefully looked at the three runes. Except that they were slightly lower than the side, they were almost

There is hardly any dissonance.

And I don't know if it was his illusion, after the lady's dressing picture on this wall was completed again, the yin energy lingering around him disappeared instantly.

Now, the midday sun is slightly hot, dispelling all the fear in his heart.

"Well, it should be fine."

Meng Qi'an rubbed his chin, and looked at the lady's dressing picture again with admiration, and after confirming that there was no other damage

, patted Song Hai on the shoulder, and said: "Then I will leave first, if there is still a vision tonight, just come to me directly."

Song Hai nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head violently: "No, no...tonight...isn't your friend here..."

"Which night?" Meng Qi'an hadn't seen Zhuang Nanhai for nearly five days. When will he be here at night?

"Just...every day, right in front of your bed..." Song Hai felt lingering fear.

It's not like he didn't go to find Mr. Zhao at night. He was so frightened that day that he woke up in the middle of the night and ran to find Mr. Zhao in a hurry, before he had time to knock on the door.

, The closed window suddenly opened wide.

In the dark room, Mr. Zhao was sleeping peacefully, and a tall figure guarded his bedside.In the darkness, Song Hai saw a pair of eyes.that pair

When looking at him, Song Hai only felt that he was in an endless hell, which was colder than that haunted by the female ghost.

How dare he move forward!

After being intimidated once, he never dared to step into that small courtyard again...

But Meng Qi'an became more and more confused the more he listened, what before the bed?every day?

In the past few days, he did feel that Zhuang Nanhai was by his side in his sleep, but every time he opened his eyes, he was the only one in the room.

It turned out that those were not illusions, Zhuang Nanhai really came back every night after he fell asleep?So where has he been these past few days, and what is he busy with?

What are you wearing?

Meng Qi'an had something on his mind, so he was perfunctory with Song Hai, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Then send me the spiritual message, and I'll go first."

The more he thought about it, he became more and more confused. As Song Hai said, did Zhuang Nanhai avoid him on purpose?for what?Could it be because he walked away with the jade pendant?

This would be too much of a fuss.Firstly, the jade pendant belonged to him, so it was reasonable to take it back; secondly, he also used the flamingo tail he needed

Wing in exchange, according to the market price of Flamingo's tail at that time, he was not such a black-hearted boss.

While thinking about this matter, he locked himself in the room to refine Yancao.

The refining of Yancao is not too difficult. Meng Qi'an is a Taoist cultivator of the fire attribute, and his ability to control fire is extraordinary.

Grilled to produce an emerald green juice.Meng Qi'an kept throwing yancao into the flames, kneaded the yancao into a dozen small balls, and held them in the palm of his hand towards the flames.

The flamingos left in captivity.

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A black vine broke through the thick layer of ice and smashed up the shattered ice slag. With a vigorous swing, a big fish with a strange shape was thrown on the thick ice surface.

on.

"Is this the last one?" Lu Zhixue rubbed her arms subconsciously.Although she is a soul body and will not be rushed to the cold, but the whistling past

The cold wind still blows her soul body that has lived in vain for a hundred years to the point of crumbling.

Hei Ya's palm was pressed against the broken ice, and a large amount of ink was suspended in the nearby water, which was constantly flowing. The ink gradually submerged.

The same ugly big fish threw itself into the net and sent its huge head to the surface of the water.

He grabbed the big fish by its open and closed gills with one hand, lifted it up, and slammed it on the ice, causing the big fish to faint.

"The last one!" Hei Ya patted the water stains on his hands, looked at Zhuang Nanhai, and asked, "Master, we have collected all the soul-devouring fishes, what should we do next?"

where to go "

Several black vines gushed out from the palm of Zhuang Nanhai's right hand, cutting several huge strange fish in half from top to bottom.Fresh fish tender white, broken

After opening, a mass of fiery red meat jumped out of the middle, and it slid extremely fast on the ice field.

Hei Teng rushed towards the lump of meat, intercepted it, tightened it round and round, and sent it back to Zhuang Nanhai.

Looking closer, the fleshy ball actually had a face, which looked similar to a human being, but much uglier.

"It is it that eats the soul, not the fish." Zhuang Nanhai put the lump of meat into a jar, and then the bodies of the big fish were broken open one by one,

The fleeing monsters were caught, and all of them were stuffed into the jar and sealed.

Lu Zhixue floated over and asked curiously: "Master, there have been strange screams here at night recently, is it because of them?"

"Yes." After collecting the things he needed, Zhuang Nanhai was in a good mood, and explained one more sentence: "Seal the five senses and you can avoid it."

their attack. "

The wind blew straight towards the three of them from the ice field in the north.Lu Zhixue felt that her soul and body would be frozen if she stayed any longer, so she asked in a trembling voice, "Master,

when are we going backI haven't spoken to Mr. Meng for several days..."

Hei Ya is just a piece of wood, and the master doesn't like to talk. Only Mr. Meng is gentle and kind, and he knows about the bridge, so he is willing to talk to her more.

In the past few days, she left early and returned late, and she hasn't seen the sober Mr. Meng for a long time.

"..." Zhuang Nanhai was silent for a moment, and asked, "What do you think he might like?"

Although I don't know why the master asked this, Lu Zhixue still honestly counted with her fingers: "Gold and silver jewelry... no, Mr. Meng is a man.

, I don’t need these... that spiritual sword weapon? ...Master has also given away...food and play...Mr. Meng doesn't seem to be very interested..."

At this point, Lu Zhixue pouted and complained: "What, Mr. Meng is so boring, he doesn't have any hobbies!"

Zhuang Nanhai glanced at her, and Lu Zhixue felt that the frost and snow in his eyes were more piercing than the cold wind on the ice field, and immediately shivered, cautiously

Answer: "How about... let me ask for you?"

Seeing that Zhuang Nanhai's expression didn't improve in any way, Lu Zhixue had a flash of inspiration, and she was very kind, and added: "I just said that I want to give it to the questioner.

Qiao, absolutely never say that you want to give him something! "

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Nanhai's expression softened a little.He didn't say yes or no, he just waved his sleeves and spit out two

Word: "Let's go."

Lu Zhixue couldn't help snickering, and said silently, "That's satisfaction..."

A head suddenly leaned in front of her.Hei Ya tilted his head and looked at Lu Zhixue, his face was full of eagerness for knowledge: "Senior Lu, Mr. Meng is here!

Who is it?Why does the master care about him so much? "

"Hush—" Lu Zhixue glanced secretly, seeing that Zhuang Nanhai didn't seem to have heard, she lowered her voice and replied, "That's someone you absolutely must not hear."

Absolutely, you can't provoke, you can only curry favor with big shots! "

Hei Ya lost part of his memory, and really didn't understand what happened between his master and Mr. Meng, so he repeated to himself: "I can't provoke you, I can only curry favor with you.

Great man... Then, isn't Mr. Meng the same as his master? "

Inexplicably, the scene of Meng Qi'an and Zhuang Nanhai standing side by side appeared in Lu Zhixue's mind.They are about the same stature, and they are all the same in appearance,

Such a picture is very pleasing to the eye.The corners of her lips could not help but rise, and said with a smile: "Almost, he and the master are one."

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Lu Zhixue: I definitely don't mean to be driving.