After I faked my death, the magician went crazy

Daoist Xu Ming's jump pushed the ceremony to another climax.

Everyone present at that moment was attracted by his figure.The sword dances of other monks are sword dances, but Xu Ming's sword dance is full of rhythm and tenderness. He is as graceful as a bird, but has a chic figure. The two complement each other and are especially beautiful.

Even Ziying stared straight away, Li Ziping was holding the tea, and said in his heart: Damn it!this is okay too!As a social animal, he finally became the father of Party A, but he didn't expect Party B to be the king.

He coughed twice, and greeted Ziying: "Sister, anyone is fine, but this person is not good. Not only is he annoying, but he also has a lot of tricks, and he is very fond of girls." Don't live in the bag and laugh.

Zi Ying pouted: "That's not what I mean, don't you think there is a dragon and lion dance behind, and a Taoist priest with a dragon-like figure in front, the two complement each other, don't you think one is indispensable?"

She raised her eyes to look at brother, and said perfunctorily with disdainful eyes: "Okay, okay, listen to you, I don't deserve him, you deserve him, you and him are the best."

Li Ziping drank the tea in his mouth, and with a "poof", he sprayed at the headless ghost in front, "No! Impossible! I am not!"

It's hard to be a headless ghost wrapped in a cloth, unable to speak, and also smeared, hot and humid.

The cheers from the girls downstairs in the teahouse were louder and louder. If this was not a festival, and the carriage on the carriage was not an altar, it is estimated that the girls would throw their purses at the people on the stage without hesitation.

"Hey, what's wrong with the little dragon and the little lion today?" Zi Ying pointed to the two children performing at the end of the team.

The location on the upper floor of the teahouse has a great view. Li Ziping looked at it. They had already seen it two days ago when they came out to buy. At that time, the little lion and the little dragon could be said to know each other and cherish each other, especially the little dragon. After watching the fairy ascend, when he came back to pick up the little lion, he found that it was gone, and the sad expression was still vivid in his memory.

But today, these two little things acted very perfunctorily. The head of the little dragon and the head of the little lion rubbed left and right in a very unprofessional way, to show that they knew each other and the job was over.

"Maybe it's too noisy? Children, there are always times when you will be willful."

Azusa Sakura squinted her eyes and didn't answer.

But the headless ghost jumped and jumped, and ran to the wooden window. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the festival downstairs at the moment, and no one noticed that a cloth bag was actually jumping left and right.

Li Ziping held him down and talked to him with the sound transmission talisman: "Calm down, Master Yideng is still there, if you jump around again, I will kick you out like a ball."

"Master Ping, why do I feel weird? Look, why are the little lions and little dragons moving so stiffly? It seems that they have no joints, and they go straight up and down when they move." The headless ghost has never seen the previous performance. I can see the difference, but I found the unnaturalness of the two children. "Oh, I see, Master Ping is Lingsi."

The so-called spiritual threads are refined from the spiritual power of the monks. The thick ones are as big as hemp ropes, and the thin ones can be as small as silver needles. However, the effect of this thing is limited, so most monks don't bother with it.

Li Ziping poured spiritual power into his eyes, and the spiritual thread was as thin as hair, wrapping around the bodies of the little lion and little dragon, moving towards the end of the street, but it was impossible to see who was manipulating it.

The streets and alleys were full of people, and the cheers became louder and louder, but a silver thread followed the feet of the masters and slowly reached the front horse.

The headless ghost couldn't believe it, and blinked vigorously. In his memory, he had never seen anyone who could use the spirit silk to control two people at the same time, and could separate the spirit silk and run in another direction. Think carefully.

"Master Ping, this..." the headless ghost was a little uncertain, but saw the young man holding his head with his hands, looking very painful.

Li Ziping was still hesitating at first, what is the purpose of this Lingsi going forward?But there was a sharp pain in the head, and that familiar hoarse and desperate voice: "I swear to the death to help Lang Yuexu become a demon! If not, then my soul will fly away."

"Master Ping, are you alright?" The old housekeeper and Zi Ying noticed something was wrong with him.

This mind-splitting pain made Li Ziping gradually lose his mind, and even crushed the teacup in his hand, and blood flowed down the tiger's mouth in his palm.

Holding his only hope, he reflexively lay down in front of the wooden window and shouted: "Lang Yuexu! Lang Yuexu!" But the people in the carriage didn't respond as if they didn't hear it.

"The dog is better than Lang Yuexu! It's dangerous! Someone wants to..." Li Ziping roared with the loudest voice. He thought it was still useless, but the carriage in front suddenly turned around, and Daoist Xu Ming, who was dancing the sword, turned around.

He turned around smartly, and was greeted with bursts of cheers, even Tianshui Xiaoer, who was upstairs in the tea house booked by their Zifu, shouted excitedly in front of the window with a pot in his hand.

However, in front of this poor wooden window, there are already crowds of headless ghosts, Li Ziping, the old butler, Zi Ying, and Master Yideng, and another waiter came to force Li Ziping, who was about to faint from a splitting headache, to die. , squeezed out.

Li Ziping only felt that his body was suspended in the air for a while, lightly.

"Master Ping!" The old housekeeper and Zi Ying yelled at the same time, stretching out their hands to grab him, who knew that the tea he spouted just now was on his own wrist, except for the headless ghost's face.

The two of them couldn't catch anyone, and they saw Li Ziping fall down.

Oh ho!This time there was another exclamation from the crowd, not like the heartfelt admiration that Daoist Xu Ming jumped down just now, but a sigh to the young man who fell from the height of the teahouse, because this teahouse was originally built At a high place, this fall is probably more ominous than good.

However, the steed galloped forward, and the man on the altar firmly caught the falling young man with both hands, and everyone was so shocked that they shouted again: "Wow, Daoist Xu Ming is so powerful! Daoist Xu Ming!" , The magic power is boundless! Daoist Xu Ming, are you married? Look at me." A girl in the crowd blushed and shouted forward.

There were disdainful glances from all around: "Hey, what kind of brat are you talking about, why did he fall from the teahouse? I heard that the best place in the teahouse was reserved by the Zi Mansion. Could it be that young master Ping? ?”

Everyone nodded in understanding: "It turned out to be that young master Ping. Sure enough, a dog can't change eating shit, and he lost the chain at a critical moment."

Li Ziping, who was being scolded for no reason, sneezed in Daoist Xu Ming's arms. His slightly red eyes stared at the other person's very good-looking eyebrows. For a moment, he didn't know where to start.

"you are?"

Xu Ming didn't answer.

Instead, he glanced at his palm, "Are you injured?"

Li Ziping grabbed his arm: "Let's not talk about that, it's dangerous."

The two were in a stalemate in this slightly awkward posture.Even Ziying upstairs couldn't help closing her eyes, ashamed to look.

The people around the carriage, especially the girls at the head: "Bastard Ziping, let go of Daoist Xu Ming! Don't try to take advantage of it. No matter how good-looking you are, I will not admit the matter between you and Daoist Xu Ming. He belongs to everyone." !"

Li Ziping shuddered, feeling a little wronged, big sister!I am obviously a victim of the stampede, how did it become a matter between me and him, what is wrong with him, what can I have with him?

He forcibly jumped off Xu Ming's hand.Unexpectedly, when he stepped on it, the bottom of the temporary altar on the carriage suddenly cracked and made an unpleasant sound.

The girls at the head scattered away with a bang, looking at him with disdainful eyes.

Li Ziping stretched out his hand: "No! Listen to me, I'm not heavy or fat, and I'm not farting!"

Unexpectedly, his explanation broke the altar more thoroughly, and it became divided into two. Xu Mingdao put his arms around his waist and jumped off the altar in advance, which can be regarded as a dodge.

Li Ziping just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a very thin spiritual thread attacking him. Because of the special situation today, he didn't bring a hatchet and a yellow talisman, and Xu Ming's long sword blocked the cold light.

He cut off Lingsi with a single sword, and dissipated with the wind, Li Ziping had no time to stop him, he still wanted to find out behind Lingsi, this person who made him lose all face today!

"Everyone back away!" Master Yideng upstairs yelled, he should have also realized that something was wrong.

The girls, boys, and men all around ran to the end of the alley. Even the masters of the dragon dance and lion dance didn't bother to collect their props and threw them in the middle of the road. The only strange thing was that the last one in the team, the The little dragon and the little lion, after Master Yideng said "everyone back away", stood still in place, repeating those mechanical movements.

It looked stiff and gloomy, and a Xiao Erlang who was standing far away on the side of the street called out to them: "Run!" Thinking of this throwing, it caused waves like a small stone thrown on a calm lake.

The little lion didn't respond, and fell to the ground with a thud, and also overwhelmed the little dragon beside him. The lion's head and the dragon's head on their heads fell from their bodies.

Xiao Erlang, who threw the eggshell, screamed, and the scream resounded through the entire street.

The two fallen children, Lion Head and Dragon Head, had pale faces, chapped lips, closed glasses, and the blood from the wound in the heart socket had already drained. It was obvious that they had been killed for a long time.

A dragon dance master who had already fled forward hurriedly ran back, hugged his apprentice and cried bitterly: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Wake up, both of you."

Master Yideng also stood aside, chanting non-stop: "Sins, sins, Amitabha, Amitabha."

Li Ziping stayed where he was. He originally thought that the Lingsi had controlled the two children just to sneak up on Daoist Xu Ming at the end of the ceremony, but he didn't expect this person to do such a great job.

Daoist Xu Ming saw what he was thinking, "This person is probably the one who modified my magic circle on Mount Tai'an. I found out from the beginning that the spirit silk was following me. It seems that his purpose is not simply to attack me , but wanted to poison me through Lingsi."

He raised the long sword and saw that the body of the sword was covered with black liquid. He looked up the teahouse and said, "Zi Ying, when she said she got a script, she was poisoned. A few days ago I have been looking up the books, what kind of poison can pass through the book, now I want to understand, the real poison is the spirit thread hidden in the story book."

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Lang Yuexu (Xu Ming): "Princess Hug, you can have two more if it's okay!"