[Comprehensive] Ask the wine fairy

Dong Xiangyan is kind to others, at least most of the time.

So when everyone was sleeping peacefully, he was the only one who suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep, and Ye Gucheng was waiting beside the bed without incident.

Putting on clothes and getting out of bed, feeling that it had been a long time since we acted together, Dong Xiangyan couldn't help teasing and asked, "Do you recall the incident with Painted Skin Ghost?"

Ye Gucheng's indifferent eyes fell on him. At that time, the short and fat boy had grown into the tall, thin and handsome boy he is now.

"Time is like water." He whispered to himself, ten years had passed before he knew it.

Dong Xiangyan said subconsciously after hearing the words: "It's a pity that I don't have a black suit."

"Jinyi Night Walk, why is it necessary?" Ye Gucheng's calm interface, regardless of the occasion, is a memory they both know well.

Dong Xiangyan laughed, fastened his belt a few times, opened the door and walked out lightly.

The properly repaired yamen regained the solemnity of ordinary government departments, and even the four-character plaque on the court hall was rewritten.

The words are clear and clear, and although the brushwork is ordinary, it is more elegant and dignified, which makes the sinner feel terrified when he sees it.

It's just that this level of deterrence is not bad for some rural people, like those Jianghu people who are used to committing crimes... Tsk tsk.

Tonight the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the night is so dark that you can't see your fingers. In other words, it is very suitable for crimes!

A few small men of ordinary stature covered their faces, carrying oil drums and wood, looked at each other, then moved in an orderly manner, put down firewood at the flammable positions of the air vents, and then poured all the oil in the oil drums up.

Dong Xiangyan leaned against the corner of the wall with his hands folded, and he only needed to turn a corner to reach the back door of the yamen, but he didn't do that. Just standing in this position, he already knew what those people behind him were doing.

Torches, diesel oil, a few masked thieves who don't look tall but are ruthless and want to set fire to it!

They don't seem to mind burning everyone in the yamen to death, depending on the location they choose, they are suitable enough to be veterans at first glance.

Dong Xiangyan asked with a volume similar to talking to himself: "Do I look too easy to talk to?"

Ye Gucheng squinted at him, and said in a flat tone: "Compared to many people, you are terribly soft-hearted."

Dong Xiangyan smiled and then fell silent. After a long while, he said lightly: "You are right, the Buddha has compassion and universal salvation, and also has the angry eyes of the Vajra. I was angry this time today, but I want to see some people hidden in it. Do the treacherous villains in the dark dare to stand up and accept my thunderous blow!"

A smile gradually appeared in Ye Gucheng's eyes. No one knew better than him what Dong Xiangyan had learned, mastered, and mastered in recent years.

And applying these, what you have learned, what you know, what you know, to the enemy, how painful it will be to them!

"You can remember the lesson without dying. Even if I am merciful, it is better than killing without blinking an eye."

This is what Dong Xiangyan said to Ye Gucheng back then. Ye Gucheng was silent for this, and he closed the door for three days. He said it to Dong Xiangyan after he reappeared.

"Then you have to be stronger than anyone else."

Dong Xiangyan, who was stealing osmanthus cake at that time, raised a smiling face with crumbs still stuck to the corner of his mouth, and said fearlessly, "How about number one in the world?"

When Ye Gucheng heard this, he smiled as if he was not showing any trace at this time, but he was elegant and pleasant.

"good."

……

"jingle--"

When the first bell rang, the person who set the fire moved his ears, thinking that the wind chimes on the eaves of someone's house were making noise.

"jingle--"

When the second bell rang, someone looked around, but found no trace of the bell.

"jingle--"

The third bell rang, and a figure gradually emerged from the darkness. The dumbbell tied to the wrist usually does not ring, but when it is activated by internal force, it will make a clear and pleasant sound, like the announcement of the opening of the gate of the underworld.

The few people who witnessed this strange scene subconsciously raised their hairs, but immediately realized who the person in front of them was, and gave each other winks.

"Shu!" "Shu!" "Shu!"

They pulled out the weapons hidden close to their body, and someone nervously stared at the "long sword" in Dong Xiangyan's hand, but when he got closer and closer, the distance was enough for them to see clearly what he was holding.

The existence of the wooden sword obviously made them relax, and the eyes of several people showed more or less contemptuous expressions.

These people are indeed habitual offenders, who have committed murder and arson. They used to be strongmen, but because of the intensified efforts of the local government to suppress bandits, they were forced to leave their lairs and wander around in the rivers and lakes.

As time went on, I became a group of blood-sucking insects at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, but not the bottom!

What they eat is the food of the common people, and what they kill are also the common people!

If Dong Xiangyan was a quack in their eyes, then this group of people might think twice.

However, the household registration forged by the Dayue government was too realistic. The person who was in charge of the investigation before coming here knew at most that he was the son of a scholarly family in the provincial capital. was sent here as an official.

Not only do I have nothing to do with martial arts, but all three generations of my family are scholars.

It's easy to handle if you are a scholar!

In the eyes of this group of people, there is no better "rabbit" to kill than scholars!

The scholars I met on weekdays were beaten to death in a short time, so I was ordered to set fire here, even if it burned down a yamen, these buddies are not afraid!

The sky and the earth are so big, after finishing this vote, take the money and leave, who can catch me?

Although the five brothers have not read books, they have their own way of life as a villain.

But perhaps it was the weakness of the "scholars" that blinded their eyes, so that the group of people didn't notice the abnormality in the air, and thought that they only needed to get rid of the county magistrate who might have accidentally discovered something wrong after waking up at night. You can set fire to the house, and then you're done, take the money and leave, and maybe you can get black and white!

Dreaming of a bright future, these five brothers are indeed short-sighted and greedy little people, so they ran into ghosts after walking too much at night!

Ye Gucheng was unwilling to even use his sword against them, and Dong Xiangyan also despised them for dirtying his big hammer!

So the best thing to do is the next best thing, with the Peach Blossom Sword in hand, command all the ghosts!

The elm is a ghost tree second only to the locust tree, and this place is rich in centuries-old trees.

Gu Mu is a tree spirit who is hundreds of years old. If he has the chance, he may be able to become a first-class monster. Some elm trees growing in the deep mountains may have the chance to become enlightened.

However, the tree at the entrance of the village was affected by yang energy, making it difficult to shed its shell, but in Dong Xiangyan's hands, it was also an excellent material for attracting ghosts.

The skin of the elm tree was smeared with the blood of the Zhu family, and then thrown to the ground, the spiritual power turned into a spell and read from the mouth.

The Peach Blossom Sword points to the front, and with the elm tree as the medium, the ghosts and spirits in a radius of dozens of miles are spontaneously sent by it!

Dong Xiangyan's prudence in dealing with the world, of course, arranged for all the ghosts to settle in the nursing home at a reasonable distance, otherwise he would not have heard the news before someone burned the house.

But having said that, apart from being startled by all kinds of dead ghosts at the beginning of the summoning, they usually spread out to avoid crowds and maintain a posture that the yin and yang worlds do not invade each other.

But because of the cruelty of this group of people, Dong Xiangyan rarely got angry, so when these people thought that Dong Xiangyan could be easily dealt with, there was already a group of ghosts around him watching.

Hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts, those who committed suicide, those who died in vain, all kinds of miserable, strange-looking ghosts stared at them inquiringly with a pair of eyeballs with only the whites of their eyes but no bezels.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the five brothers subconsciously tightened their clothes.

Dong Xiangyan had no expression on his face, and waved his sword with a finger, with powerful spiritual power to calm all directions. The group of ghosts, who were still a little loose at first, suddenly felt the power of the mahogany sword in Dong Xiangyan's hand, and subconsciously obeyed his orders.

"You are not good people, I have no reason to let you go."

The five brothers are used to committing crimes and killing countless people. They never expected to hear such words from a nerdy student. If they were not afraid of disturbing the people nearby, they would have been unable to hold back their laughter.

Their style was steady, and they didn't open their mouths to reveal their voices until this time, but their expressions were contemptuous, and their naked disregard was more annoying than words.

Dong Xiangyan was indifferent, and it didn't look like he couldn't bear the extra lives of his subordinates.

With a low sigh, he said: "Why don't you understand? The person who called you here clearly wanted me to kill you, but what good would I gain by killing you? Headache."

So, how could Dongli Sword Immortal, who had killed so many creatures in Liyong Realm, couldn't bear to kill people?

To put it bluntly, I just don't want to fall into the trap set by someone because of a moment of enthusiasm.

"Forget it, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor, everything depends on luck."

After Dong Xiangyan finished talking to himself, the surrounding atmosphere became more creepy as he whispered.

The most timid one of the five brothers finally couldn't bear it any longer, and roared desperately, "What the hell are you talking about? I'll kill you!"

Dong Xiangyan's eyes sharpened, the Peach Blossom Sword was in his hand like an arm, sharper than someone wielding an iron sword.

"Thorn-"

The opponent rushed over and slashed down with the big knife close to the side of the Peach Blossom Sword, his body uncontrollably tilted eastward towards Yan, of course he would not let go of this opportunity, and kicked out.

"Ugh!" The man foamed at the mouth reflexively when he was hit hard on the waist and abdomen, his eyes widened, and then he flew back backwards, "gululu" rolled into the pile of firewood waiting to be ignited, and hit After turning over a bucket of unopened oil, clear and fragrant oil dripped all over the floor.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, Dong Xiangyan moved the sword like a brush, and made the sword like blowing a sheng. An elegant and high-spirited sword chant came from his hand, but his tone was very impatient.

"I am the only person in this world who can be called Xiaoye! What are you guys, dare to compete with me for a patent?"