sword color

Most of the night passed quietly without knowing it.

The rainstorm gradually subsided, but the aftertaste was still lingering. In the dark night, there was a cold and damp smell.

The clouds in the eastern sky are rolling, and it won't be long before dawn is approaching.

Although Baihu was not fast, he was obviously very familiar with the streets and alleys in Zangfeng City. In order to avoid the pursuers, he chose to walk in remote and complicated alleys.

After Jianqing secretly cleaned up those guards and came after the white tiger, he almost lost consciousness in the criss-crossing alleys with twists and turns.

After reluctantly following for a while, Jian Qing completely lost sight of the white tiger just before dawn.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the lake blue soaked in the sky in the distance, Master Jianqing raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes and counted, and murmured: "God is destined to add another tiger skin blanket to me, why not?" Can you run away?"

After a while, Jianqing's presence suddenly disappeared from his face, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

"How could this be?"

He frowned, looking down at his hands in a daze.

What I calculated just now was the whereabouts and ominous fortune of the white tiger. Unexpectedly, not only did he not calculate the slightest clue, but instead his consciousness was in a trance and dull pain, which is really abnormal.

In fact, ever since he learned how to divination and fortune-telling, there are only a handful of things that Master Jianqing can't calculate.

Asking God for divination is an offense to fate. The closer you are to someone, the more difficult it is to do divination. If you ask for divination forcefully, your spiritual consciousness will be backlashed, ranging from unbearable headaches to unbearable headaches, to severe reductions in life expectancy.

"This Du Zhilan...does it have something to do with me?" Jian Qing stood on the spot and went through all the memories he could remember, but he couldn't find any clues related to the Du family.

Since it is not an old thing, the only explanation is that in the future...

"Forget it, let's talk after breakfast." Jian Qing pouted slightly, then walked towards the entrance of the alley.

The sky is just gray and bright, and most of the early shops have not opened yet. There is only a wonton shop on the corner of the street.

After a while, the soup in the pot boiled, the wontons were put into the pot, and the hot aroma rose from the cauldron.

Uncle Zhang held two long chopsticks and was skillfully stirring the pot, when suddenly, he seemed to hear some strange noise, which faintly sounded from behind.

"Gu-gululu..."

Uncle Zhang let out a "huh", put the lid on the pot, and quickly turned his head: "Who's there?"

But there is only a bare low wall behind, so old that some plaster has peeled off.

"Probably a wild cat..." Uncle Zhang comforted himself, turned around and lifted the lid of the pot again, filled a bowl of cooked wontons and prepared to eat his own breakfast.

A loud "click" came from behind the low wall, which startled the old Uncle Zhang. He put down the bowl with a wrinkled old face, picked up a brick by the way, and carefully poked behind the low wall.

"What? Come out!"

Uncle Zhang threw the brick over, smashed it into pieces with a "bang", and then got up quietly again.

He looked inside for a while, but didn't see anything, so he walked back muttering: "When people are old, they are always suspicious. In broad daylight, they scare themselves..."

"Huh?!" When he arrived at the stall, Uncle Zhang stared at his bowl of wontons that he hadn't even eaten yet—now there was almost only an empty bowl and a little soup residue left. The old man lost his voice, "Yes Which scourge stole it?!"

Uncle Zhang jumped up angrily: "Come out, Uncle! Grandma's scourge! Wontons are not something you can eat whenever you want!"

The old man was so angry that he walked around the small shop several times, but he couldn't find the guy who stole the food, so he had to curse and admit it, and continued to cook.

In the peaceful early morning, with few people, the old man's curses spread far and wide.

A Taoist priest in Tsing Yi walked under the willow tree with an oiled paper umbrella. The willow branches that had just sprouted were gently swaying in the morning breeze, adding a touch of fresh green in the drizzle.

Green shirts and black hair nearby, green buds and new branches in the distance, rows of white walls and glazed tiles stretch along the rain alley to both sides, and boots stepping on the bluestone slabs make a rattling sound, with a faint rhythm.

The man with the sword came all the way along the rubble eaves. The drizzle fell from the edge of the umbrella and fell to the ground with a ding ding dong dong.

The umbrella was not held high, Fang Qiao covered the upper half of the man's face, only the thin chin and the long hair hanging down the chest could be vaguely seen.

The old man at the stall stared blankly at the fairy who seemed to be walking out of an ink painting, and almost forgot the wonton in his hand.

"How much is a bowl?"

The god wants to eat his wontons? !

Uncle Zhang was so flattered that he trembled all over, and blurted out: "No, no money, please use it, Immortal Elder!"

"...Are you sure?" Master Jianqing was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and immediately said, "Two bowls."

"Okay...okay." Before the old man could react, he subconsciously began to speak.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the fairy continue slowly: "One more bowl to take away."

"..." Uncle Zhang brought two bowls of wontons to the table with twitching corners of his mouth. His heart was disillusioned and hurt!

Completely ignoring the old man's weeping and resentful eyes, Jian Qing picked up a bowl and ate it, and quickly wiped out the bowl.

"Grumble-"

The strange sound sounded again, and Uncle Zhang jumped up suddenly: "Steal and eat thief!"

Master Jianqing stopped his movements, cast a faint gaze towards the low wall, then moved his gaze down, and caught a glimpse of a snow-white fluffy mass at the base of the wall.

"What the hell, there must be bad Fengshui here!" Uncle Zhang lost several bowls in a row, so angry that he was so angry that he hurried away Jianqing and wanted to close the stall and move the place.

Jianqing stood aside with a packed bowl, and said in a gentle voice: "The intersection one mile to the north is very popular. There is a big banyan tree, which spreads branches and leaves upward, and suppresses demons and darkness downward. If the old man goes there to set up a stall, he will definitely be happy." Excited."

Old man Zhang glanced at him suspiciously, and saw that the other party was generous, his tone was sincere and did not seem to be fake, he was completely different from the happy spirit who had just taken advantage of it.

"Let's try it."

Only when the old man's cart gradually disappeared into the depths of the drizzle did Jianqing turn to the low wall, and walk leisurely there while blowing the heat from the wontons.

"Tsk, what a bad luck! Those who shouldn't have come have come, and those who should have stayed have left!" First Young Master Du squatted in the corner, drooping his head resentfully, cursing in his heart the man who ate three bowls of wontons for nothing. guy!

"Be careful that your diarrhea will kill you!" First Young Master Du appeased his growling stomach while carefully covering the top of his head.

Although he was beaten badly by servants and guards last night, perhaps it was the strange ability brought by the tiger goblin spirit, which made his body's recovery ability super strong. The skin and flesh wounds that were punched out have healed seven to eighty-eight.

Except for one leg that still hurts a little, the rest is the fatigue caused by hunger and escape.

When Du Zhilan thought of what happened last night, a chill rushed to his forehead, and he trembled in shock and anger.

The tragic scene of the little maid's death was still vivid in his mind, and before he had time to react, he was surrounded by a burst of intense and glaring red light, and when he woke up from the inexplicable dizziness, he became this kind of virtue!

——The limbs turned into four furry claws, with two hairy ears on the forehead, the long tail flicked behind the buttocks, and even the speech turned into an ugly tiger roar.

If you become so ugly, you might as well die!

Depressed, Du Zhilan shrank back into the corner again, the top of his head covered by his palms, the listless and drooping plush ears moved, and drooped even more.

He ran away in a panic all night, until the dawn of the morning, and suddenly found that his body was slowly heating up. After a short period of numbness and pain, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he himself had turned back into a human being!

But before Du Zhilan was happy for a few seconds, he turned his head and saw the tail again, touched the top of his head, and the ears were still there!

This strange appearance of being neither human nor tiger - could it be that he was really cursed by Pingle - was he punished? !

Feeling a hundred times sad, Du Zhilan was so hungry that he couldn't walk anymore, so he could only nest here, stealing some wontons while the old man wasn't paying attention.

"Oh, I'm not full yet..."

Young Master Du just sighed, when suddenly a shadow was cast over his head!

"Hey, brother, your tail is exposed."

Du Zhilan was startled, and suddenly felt a twig poking back and forth on the tip of his furry tail.