After wearing the book, I had sex with the passer-by brother

In early spring and March, the spring is cold and cold.

Fuyun Xiange led more than a hundred high-ranking monks to chase and kill the blood brake demon King Jinghe for thousands of miles. After a whole month of fighting, Jinghe was finally cornered.

"The devil! You have nowhere to escape right now, so hurry up and catch him!" The leader of the more than a hundred monks pointed at Jing He with a sword, and said righteously.

In front of the cliff, Jing He stared at the group of monks. It was these people who drove him to such a miserable situation. It was these people who had been chasing him for so long just to take his life.

"Catch me without a fight?" Jing He laughed as if he had heard some big joke, coughed up blood and said, "I, Jing He, have never surrendered to anyone, and you want me to catch you without a fight just because of your three-legged feat." ?”

"It's just a fool's dream!"

"You!" The man blushed and his neck was thick when Jing He said it, obviously he was furious.

The other person behind him rushed forward and said: "Master Mo, don't listen to this devil's nonsense, he has fallen into the trick of the devil, let's put this son to death!"

Immortal Master Mo calmed down, "You're right, demon cultivators have always been good at deceiving people's hearts, we can't be slack in the slightest." Then he held up his long sword and said loudly to the people behind him: "Everyone, follow me to kill the devil Execute, and give justice to those innocent people who were murdered by demon cultivators!"

"Master Mo Immortal is right! Kill the devil and return justice!!"

"Kill the devil and return justice!!"

Everyone echoed loudly, with high momentum, as if what they did was righteous.

Only Jing He watched everything coldly, until the monks began to approach him again, he slowly backed away, "Although I, Jing He, am a demon cultivator, I have never done anything harmful to the world or killed any innocent people. "

"It's the so-called Righteous Dao of you who have slaughtered all of my disciples in the past month, and the blood flowed like a river. How is this different from your so-called Demon Cultivator?!"

After the words fell, there was a commotion in the crowd, and it seemed that Jing He's words were reasonable.

Yeah, they killed so many people, did they really do it right?

"Don't listen to the deceitful words of the devil, he is just delaying time!" Immortal Master Mo roared loudly, "Elimination of demons is a matter of course, as long as you are a demon cultivator, we will eradicate them!"

Seeing that the time delay was discovered, Jing He wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth fiercely, sank into his dantian, and hit the monks with a palm that had been charged for a long time.

The monks hurriedly used their spiritual weapons to resist, while Jing He took advantage of this short time, tapped his toes, flew out backwards, and fell straight down the cliff.

"If you want my life, Jing He, wait until the next life!" Jing He Zhang Yang laughed, "My life is up to me, not God!"

The cold wind blew away his robes, and his figure was lost in the world, only a smear of red was wanton and eye-catching.

Immortal Master Mo hurriedly went up to the edge of the cliff to investigate, but found nothing. Below this cliff is a deep abyss, so deep that no one can see the bottom.

"Master Mo, if the devil fell from such a high place, he might not be able to survive."

Immortal Master Mo let out a "hmm", withdrew his sense of investigation, turned around, and faced the monks with a serious face.

"Everyone, now that the devil has been eliminated and the major event has come to an end, on behalf of the Fuyun Immortal Pavilion, I would like to thank you all for your generous help. Now come back to the Immortal Pavilion with me. I will have a gift from the Fuyun Immortal Pavilion," said Immortal Mo.

"Haha, okay, thank you Mo Xianshi for your righteousness!"

"Okay, okay! If there is anything else in Fuyun Immortal Pavilion in the future, just tell me, I will definitely die!"

On the edge of the cliff, the orthodox monks were enjoying themselves.

Under the abyss.

Jing He dragged his scarred body, sneered toward the direction of the abyss, "a group of idiots", and then continued to stagger and leave this place.

On Yumiao Mountain.

Cangshan is covered with snow, and the eyes are full of silver frost, only the fragrance of wintersweet blooming in the wind floats.

A boy in Tsing Yi, about seven or eight years old, was standing under the tree, carefully collecting the most exciting red plums on the branches, and looking behind him from time to time.

There is a stone gate with complex and changing formations engraved on the door, and only those who set up the formations can break it.

"Sigh, I don't know when Master will come out from inside." The little boy in Tsing Yi sighed softly, and then went on to busy with the matter in hand.

Inside the stone gate is an empty cave about [-] square meters. In the center of the cave, Su Yunqing is lying on a hill made of puppets with his eyes closed, and there are many miscellaneous books and notes scattered around.

The puppet is the same height as a person, and looks like a tall adult man, but his face is blank, with no facial features, eyebrows and other things, so he doesn't know what he looks like.

After a long time, Su Yunqing on the top of the hill groaned, and then woke up leisurely.

"groove...."

Su Yunqing, who came to his senses and understood where he was, couldn't help cursing secretly, why did he enter the dream again?Still in his unconscious situation.

Su Yunqing rubbed the center of her brows with her fingers, and it is not a good thing to enter a dream under many suspicious circumstances... But then again, what is so embarrassing.

Reaching out to the back, Su Yunqing touched a hand, which was a bit stiff like a ossified corpse after a long death.

The hairs all over his body immediately stood on end, Su Yunqing quickly pinched his fingers, and a ball of light came out of thin air, illuminating the entire cave brightly.

Under the light of the ball of light, Su Yunqing could see clearly that he was standing on a mountain piled up with countless human puppets. These human puppets were all carved out of the same mold, they were exactly the same, and after a long time, they were a little horrified. .

Picking up the miscellaneous books and notes that fell at her feet, Su Yunqing read them word by word.

""All Puppets Become Dao**"?" What the hell are these things, Su Yunqing frowned and continued to read, "If you want to achieve this great way, you need..."

It turned out that this time Su Yunqing became a low-level monk obsessed with the puppet art, delusional to control the world by refining the most powerful humanoid puppet.

However, the art of puppetry is heretical, costing money and effort, and it can't be so easily refined, so he exhausted his efforts and family wealth but failed, leaving only the discarded puppets in this place.

Su Yunqing picked up a puppet from under his feet and looked at it carefully. According to the notes, the materials for refining the puppet are no problem, and there are enough spirit stones, but they just can't move.

As for the reason, Su Yunqing didn't understand, so she lost interest in a few moments, threw the puppet behind her, patted the ashes on her hands, broke the formation on the stone gate, and walked out.

"Master!"

The little boy in Tsing Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that the stone door had been opened, and hurriedly put down the flower-picking basket in his hand, ran up to Su Yunqing and respectfully bowed to him as a disciple: "Zimu pays homage to Master."

"Well, there is no need to be too polite." Su Yunqing patted her head and said: "These days, I have worked hard for you."

"Zimu doesn't work hard, these are what Zimu should do." Zimu obediently let Su Yunqing touch his head, and didn't notice Su Yunqing's eyes looking around at all.

A small wooden house with broken windows, two crumbling wooden doors, and a few red and yellow wintersweet flowers planted around.

poor, very poor.

When Su Yunqing came out, he also checked the storage bag hanging on his waist, except for some self-defense instruments and a few puppet materials, it was clean.

"......"

Living in such a place with such a young child is really a sin, Su Yunqing thought silently, he put down his hands, and asked: "Zimu, what have you done these days in retreat for Master?"

"Reporting to Master, Zimu practiced according to your requirements every day, meditated, practiced the way of puppets, and occasionally went down the mountain to do some work." Zimu honestly told him everything he did.

"Go down the mountain to work?" Su Yunqing was slightly surprised, "You are so young, what can you do?"

"Brother, this disciple is not young, and he can help the master to do many things." Zimu blushed shyly and said: "The disciple is incompetent, and has not been able to practice the art of puppet to the advanced level of the master, but Some lightweight mechanisms can be used properly, and many people at the foot of the mountain will ask me to help them make some convenient tools."

"The disciple can also earn some money to help the master refine the puppets better."

Su Yunqing understood that he was using him as a carpenter, and after the kid earned money, the first thing he thought of was helping him, the master, to refine puppets.

Really well-behaved, much more well-behaved than his few on Qingya Peak.Su Yunqing looked at Zimu kindly, "That's right, I'm very relieved to be a teacher."

After getting the master's compliment, Zimu's face turned even redder, and his heart jumped, "Thank you for the compliment, master, Zimu will go down the mountain to work more in the future to earn more money!"

"Your heart is for the teacher, but making money such as refining puppets is still left to the teacher. You should work hard to grow up so that you can inherit the mantle of the teacher." Su Yunqing said.

"Yes, disciple understands!" Zimu replied seriously.

Su Yunqing looked up at the sky. At this time, there should be shops open in the town below the mountain. It is still too late to sell some of the materials in the storage bag to subsidize the family.

"Let's go, go to the market with Wei Shi and see if there is anything useful."

Su Yunqing walked towards the path leading down the mountain first, Zimu responded and hurriedly followed behind Su Yunqing.

One person and one child walked hand in hand, gradually disappearing into the vast snow.

At the foot of Yumiao Mountain, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, there will be a fair at the foot of the mountain. Because of the excellent location, it is just at the intersection of two towns and more than a dozen villages, so the size of the market is relatively small. quite large.

Su Yunqing and Zimu went down the mountain just in time for the last hour of the market. At this time, the flow of people was reduced by half, but there were still quite a few people wandering in the market.

"This is the frosting grass that I just picked from the mountain this morning. The medicine is very effective and can cure..."

"Heitieshi? Let me look for the small one...here, here it is as big as a fist, are you satisfied, sir?"

"Shortbread! Fragrant and delicious shortbread!!"

Su Yunqing took Zimu to look here and there aimlessly, and suddenly heard someone selling shortbread, Zimu stopped all of a sudden.

"What? Do you want to eat shortbread?" Su Yunqing lowered her head and asked, as expected, she was a child with a sweet tooth.

"No, Master, Zimu remembers that peach cakes are your favorite food, and I don't know if that person sells them." Zimu replied.

So I was still thinking about him, Su Yunqing's heart warmed slightly, "Master, thank Zimu for thinking about it, let's buy some in the past, and when we return to the mountains, how about Zimu and Weishi eat together?"

"Okay, Master." Of course Zimu agreed.

At this time, a carriage dragging several buckets of steaming rice porridge passed by them, attracting Su Yunqing's attention.

"Looking at this family emblem, it seems that the wealthy Cao family in the north of the city is starting to give out porridge again?" Su Yunqing heard some people asking about the peddler who sold peach cakes.

"That's right, every few days, the wealthy Cao will send several carts of hot porridge to the refugees and beggars who gather in the south of the city. He is really a kind person!" the peddler exclaimed.

refugees?beggar?Su Yunqing's heart moved. Since he experienced the last dream, he has firmly remembered the word beggar. This time it appeared in the dream again. Could it be that Jinghe's original identity is the same as the last dream?

Su Yunqing felt that it was very possible, and after buying the shortbread, he and Zimu also walked towards the south of the city.

At the same time, in a ruined temple with no roof in the south of the city, Jing He, who was seriously injured and had to use magic skills to shrink himself down to his infancy in order to speed up his recovery, was seriously meditating.

The crimson devilish energy was dense around his body, forming a hazy blood mist.

A light sound suddenly came from outside the house. Jing Hewen quickly withdrew his magic skills, quickly lay down on a pile of straw, curled up into a small ball, and pretended to be injured and weak.

"Xiaohe, Xiaohe, wake up, I brought the hot porridge here." A dirty boy with chilblains on his bare feet squatted on Jinghe with a bowl of hot porridge. Beside, whispered.

Seeing that Jinghe didn't respond, he put the porridge bowl on the ground, stretched out his hand to help Jinghe up, and leaned against the painted stone wall.

"Xiaohe, are you okay?" The little boy asked worriedly. The weather has been cold these days, and many people couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to see anything happen again.

"Cough cough..." Jing He coughed weakly twice, and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine...cough cough, thank you for your concern."

After speaking, he coughed violently several times in a row, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

The young boy hurriedly picked up the porridge bowl and handed it to Jinghe's mouth, "Come on, Xiaohe, take a couple of sips to warm up."

Jing He thanked him softly, and started to drink the porridge with the young boy's hand, but after he took two sips, the porridge was snatched away.

"Hey!" Caught off guard by being robbed of the porridge, the young boy was furious, "Why are you snatching porridge so casually!"

The one who snatched the porridge was a middle-aged man who lived in this refugee area. He relied on his two children and could not do anything to him, so he said confidently: "Your little friend looks sick and is about to die. It looks like, instead of wasting the porridge on him, you might as well give it to me."

In front of these two people, the middle-aged man drank the hot porridge in one gulp, and licked up the last grain of rice braggingly.

"You, you..." The middle-aged man guessed right, but the young boy really couldn't do anything to him, even if he couldn't beat him, so he could only sulk at himself.

Xuxu clenched his fists to his lips, pretending to be coughing, Jing He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, his broken hair covered the flashing red light in his eyes.

Just as he was about to silently recite the formula to make the middle-aged man suffer, a majestic and fierce-looking tiger suddenly jumped out of the broken roof, landed lightly in front of the middle-aged man, and bared his teeth and claws at him.

"Yes, yes, there are big bugs!!!——"

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, struggled several times, and rushed out the door screaming.

The young boy was obviously also frightened by the sudden appearance of the big tiger. He hugged Jing He and shivered, but he did not forget to protect Jing He behind him.

This is... puppet?

As the Blood Brake Demon Lord, Jing He has a little understanding of some heretics. The big tiger is indeed scary when he sees it at first glance, but as long as he observes carefully, he can find the subtle unnaturalness of the big tiger's joints.

So, who manipulated the puppet to help them?

Jing He raised his eyes and looked out the door, only to see Su Yunqing, who was dressed in a lake blue robe trimmed with silver dark patterns, leading a well-behaved boy in Tsing Yi in.

Yingxue holds frost in her mouth, her eyebrows are cold and thin, and Jing He's heart beats wildly with just one glance.

"Are you all right?" Su Yunqing asked proactively. Just when he came to the refugee area, he heard someone bullying two children. Without saying a word, he released a puppet to scare the person away.

Jing He shook his head subconsciously, his pair of black pupils were still staring at Su Yunqing, and there was a faint flame beating.

"You are...."

It was only now that Su Yunqing noticed that Jing He was a young man about twelve or thirteen years old who was in a state of distress, his skin was pale, and only his eyebrows were slightly red. He asked suspiciously, "Are you Jing He?"

Jing He's heart skipped a beat. How did he know my name was Jing He? Could it be that he also came to chase me down?

Before he could answer first, the young boy shivering beside him spoke first: "I am Jinghe, who are you? Why do you know my name?"

Why is there still a well?Su Yunqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Jing He, who was also hearing the young man's name for the first time. Seeing that the other party did not answer his question just now, a few thoughts flashed through her mind.

"I'm a puppet master living on Yumiao Mountain, Su Yunqing. Actually, I don't know your name, but I'm looking for a man named Jing He." Su Yunqing said, then looked at Jing He meaningfully and said, " This person seems to look a lot like your friend."

"So that's the case, then I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. His name is Xiaohe, not Jinghe." Jing He replied.

"Oh—your name is Xiaohe..."

Su Yunqing bit the word "Xiaohe" very hard, as if there was some deep meaning behind it, Jing He couldn't tell what it was like to hear his heart fluttering.

"But it doesn't matter if you found the wrong person. You helped us two just now. I will try to see if I can help you find out the whereabouts of 'Jing He'." Jing He said again, knowing how to repay such a thing It seemed to him nothing more than normal.

"In this case..." Su Yunqing said, he suddenly thought of a better proposal.

"I happen to want to take in two apprentices, why don't you worship me as your teacher and follow me back to Yumiao Mountain?"