The strategy of chasing masters

The woman's originally gentle face instantly turned ferocious: "No matter how bad I am, Hua Ye, you were the one who carried a big sedan chair eight times and married me three times and six ceremonies. How can you treat me like this?"

"Eight to carry a big sedan chair? Three engagements and six ceremonies? Dare I ask Princess Huaye, is the sedan chair carried by this prince? Are the three betrothals and six ceremonies carried by this prince?" Yi Yi's facial features were twisted together, completely handsome and unrestrained as before. The appearance runs counter to.

"This barbarian, the three views are quite upright!" Seeing this, Mu Yaoling put his head on Gu Wanyan's shoulder and muttered softly.

There was a burst of numbness from the beginning to the end, as if avoiding the arrows shot by the bow, he moved his body quickly, and gave Mu Yaoling a hard look.

Mu Yaoling waved his hands again and again: "Master, it's not me!"

Gu Wanyan raised her eyebrows: "It's not you?"

"Oh, no, it's me, I'm sorry, Master!" Mu Yaoling was a little incoherent.

"..."

Gu Wanyan has gradually become accustomed to the ups and downs of his apprentice.

They continue to watch the situation ahead:

Hua Ye only bit out the word "You!", flicked her lavender sleeves, turned around and picked up a gust of wind, rolled up her belt, and walked quickly to the room.

Yiyou looked up at the tree full of acacias, with a few flowers floating around, feeling an inexplicable sense of desolation.

He raised his dark green sleeves, spread his palms to catch a flower with a broken mouth, and sighed: "The splendor of the past can't make up for the incompleteness of today!"

After finishing speaking, he slowly closed his hands and tightly held the incomplete flower in his hand: "The original you are so beautiful, after a little wind and rain, you have become a broken flower and a willow."

Here, the barbarian sees things and thinks about people, borrowing flowers to express love, while Hua Ye is furious in a luxurious and luxurious house: "A dead person, he will not stop!"

The sound of shattering ceramic glaze pierced into Yiyou's ears, punctured the flesh, and hit the heart directly, the pain was so painful.

A servant girl came out of Huaye's room and bowed her knees to salute: "His Royal Highness, hurry up and persuade Empress Shi Liang!"

"Let's go with her!"

Yiyou only said lightly, there was no expression on his pale face.

The servant girl has delicate eyebrows and looks very clever, but the gaze she casts on Yiyou is rippling: "Your Highness is gentle, but the things in our house can't be consumed like this!"

Yiyou was a little impatient: "Don't worry, the monthly money that the Shizifu will give you will not be less than a penny!"

This remark made the servant girl a little unhappy: "The servant girl is not worried about the monthly money, the servant girl... even if the servant girl does not have a penny of the monthly payment, she will serve His Royal Highness wholeheartedly!"

The last sentence was said in a very low voice, I don't know if Yiyou heard it, he just patted the servant girl's shoulder: "Go down and rest first, I will handle this matter!"

Yi You walked into the room with heavy steps, as if he was about to enter the endless hell, and he could delay it for as long as he could.

Before he could open his mouth, he saw Hua Ye's hideous expression

Face: "What are you doing here? I miss her so much, why not dig her out of the grave and accompany you every day!"

"Unreasonable!"

Yiyou said a word, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Hua Ye dropped another celadon vase, and it was shattered all over the place: "Come here!"

The servant girls and guards entered the door together, kneeling in two rows: "Servants/servants, I would like to listen to Di Liang's orders!"

Hua Ye closed the door, and the voice inside could no longer be heard.

Yongyue's originally empty eyes suddenly flashed a trace of hatred: "It's her, this ruthless woman, who invited a Taoist priest to do it. She wants me to be dissipated, never reincarnated, hurt my father, and kill Yiyou!"

As Yong Yue said, the servants hurried out of the room with money bags in their hands, as if they had taken gold and silver to escape.

A flash of light flashed in Gu Wanyan's hand, and the screen turned to the front of the royal tomb.

A group of Taoist priests waved their whisks, chanted scriptures and cast spells. When they were about to open the tomb, Yiyou rushed out to block the Taoist priests.

Although Yiyu is the son of the world, there has been an order since ancient times that people who practice Taoism are bound only by heaven and earth, and the emperor must not interfere.

It is impossible to take advantage of the power and property here, and can only destroy the altar and destroy the formation by one's own strength.

Although the Taoist priests these days have a high level of cultivation, they all cultivate their words but not their hearts. They say that they are helpful and kind to others, but their actions are eye-popping.

The leading Taoist priest was relatively old, with a white beard and a vicious look. Seeing Yiyu destroying the formation, he almost stared out of his eyes:

"Don't think that you are the prince, I can't do anything about you!"

Yiyou opened his arms and stood in front of the mausoleum, his red eyes furious: "Anyone who wants to touch her will step over the body of my son!"

Although Taoist priests may disobey the order of the prince, the prince is the heir of the Yuanxiang Kingdom after all, and the Yuanxiang Kingdom is known as a land of fish and rice, and the food is inexhaustible. Difficult to maintain.

In desperation, the old Taoist had no choice but to order Yiyou to be trapped and not move, even though Yiyou insulted him, he did not stop his movements.

I thought that the mausoleum could be opened smoothly if Yiyou was trapped, but before it could be activated, the Lord Yongyue rode a brown and black BMW, wearing golden armor, and led a group of soldiers flying dust, coming in a menacing manner.

The old Taoist didn't show any panic on his face, and he still approached the mausoleum.

The king jumped off the BMW and swiped the long knife across, intending to cut off the old Taoist's head, but Qilian flicked the old Taoist's whisk, and a white light bounced the long knife back.

Fortunately, the ruler of the country has experienced many battles and is quick to dodge, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The old Taoist flicked his fly whisk, raised his hand and stroked his beard: "My lord, please respect yourself, the poor Taoist is only doing harm to the people!"

"Eliminate harm for the people?" The king was surprised.

The old Taoist pointed to the mausoleum and said, "I would like to inform the Lord that the orientation of this tomb is not good, the location is not good, and the princess' horoscope will lead to bad luck for the country. The old Taoist suggests opening the mausoleum and burning the princess's body to protect the country and the people!"

Hearing these words, the king's face gradually faded and became calmer, but he still did not agree to open the mausoleum, after all, the royal face had to be taken into account.

Yiyou, who was trapped on the side, repeatedly reminded: "Don't trust him!"

Hearing Yiyou's voice, the king noticed the person hidden behind the Taoists.

If it wasn't for this person, Yong Yue wouldn't be heartbroken and throw herself into the river, and wouldn't be in the situation she is in today.

Although the words of the old Taoist have not yet been spread, according to the current age of Taoism and immortality, there are several times more people who believe in Fengshui than those who believe in books.

If the words "Princess's horoscope will lead to bad luck for the country" reach the ears of the common people, the royal family will become eternal sinners.

The king's sword swept across again, and this time he went straight to Yiyou, with an expression on his face wishing he could swallow him in one gulp, not even bones left!

The blade was about to fall, but Yiyou called out in time: "No! Lord, listen to my explanation!"

"So far, there is nothing to explain!"

The king couldn't control his emotions at all, and cut off Yiyou's right arm with a single blow, blood dripping, and screams echoed in the sky.

Killing Yiyou, Yongyue could not be revived. Offending the Lord of Yuanxiang is equivalent to cutting off his own food. This knife can be regarded as revenge for his daughter!

The blood-stained long knife pointed at the old Taoist priest. The king waved his hand, and the soldiers rushed up to fight the Taoist priest.

After all, mortals are mortals, but there are no cultivators. After a short time, the soldiers were beaten to the ground, and only the king was left to fight alone.

One person lost to the crowd, and was finally subdued by the old Taoist priest. With a "wow", the long sword hit the king's heart directly. At the critical moment, Yi still blocked the sword.

The king never expected that Yiyou would block the sword for him, his eyes widened, his trembling lips could not utter a word.

Seeing that he had killed the wrong person, the Taoist priest was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fled in despair.

The king untied the rope, hugged Yiju and said, "Silly boy, I broke your arm, but you blocked the sword for me!"

Yiju's face turned pale, and he shook his head slightly: "I'm the one who's sorry for Yongyue... If I don't marry Huaye, her father won't retreat!"

The king's face paled immediately, and he raised his trembling hand to caress the arm that had been cut off in a fit of anger, wishing he could reattach it to him.

Even though Mu Yaoling was used to seeing life and death, he was touched at this moment, his heart trembled, and a trace of coldness slipped from the corners of his eyes.

He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it away, and said in disgust, "A man doesn't flick his tears lightly!"

Of course it wasn't him himself, but Zhou Mu!

"It's just not at the heartbreak!" Zhou Mu continued his words.

Mu Yao Ling wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Gu Wanyan's voice: "What are you talking to yourself?"

"Oh, no, Master...it's nothing!" Mu Yaoling spoke clumsily in front of Gu Wanyan.

Zhou Mu rolled his eyes and didn't dare to speak again, for fear that Gu Wanyan would see some clues.

But I didn't expect that Gu Wanyan would pay close attention to himself, not letting go of a single expression: "What expression do you have?"

"Master, this disciple just thinks it's useless for Lord Yongyue to regret it!" Zhou Mu hurriedly brought the topic back to business.

Yiyu gradually stopped breathing in the arms of the king, and soon, soldiers from Yuanxiang came, thinking that the king forever had killed their son, and after a fight, both sides suffered.

Under the banner of avenging his son, Yuanxiang State conquered Yongyue State, and the fire burned for seven days, and Yongyue State was turned into scorched earth from then on!

Yongyue, Yongyue, the country is peaceful, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, but the wars continue, and the people are in dire straits, so they cannot match the title of the country.

Things in the world always run counter to people's expectations. Poor mortals are powerless to change. They can only struggle to death, which is just delaying time.

After Yiyou was buried, the ghost of Yongyue attached to Huaye's body, and at midnight, he moved the corpse to a cave. In order to keep the corpse from decomposing, he spent a lot of money to buy medicinal materials from the Western Regions. .

In order to keep the corpse fresh, only the man's essence and blood were injected into Yiyou's body.

Once this method is adopted, it cannot be stopped, otherwise the corpse will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

If you rob people for no reason, it will definitely attract the attention of the monks, so Yongyue thought of a better way:

First cast some small spells in the small town to help mortals accomplish some things, then do some damage, and then help circle back. In this way, there is a sense of mystery, and then send the maid Du Ruo who followed her to release the news that the river god is back Well, let's use the rumor that the river god likes to marry a man's wife, and make another fuss.

In this way, within the specified time, people themselves are willing to dress up the men in the town and send them out.

At first, people were still willing, but later, there were fewer and fewer men in the town, and they probably guessed that those who went there were dead, and gradually became afraid and neglected.

Yongyue had no choice but to go out to find a man by herself. She and Du Ruo pretended to be a big-mouthed woman and a little girl, and every day they pulled a cart full of drugged glass bottles and sold them on the street, in order to attract men from other places. them.

Just this year, unfortunately, I met Mu Yaoling's master and apprentice, saw Gu Wanyan's mellow spirit, immortal demeanor, and deep cultivation, and wanted to use the soul-shifting method to revive Yiyou, but unexpectedly I underestimated his mana power, not only failed to move him at all, Instead, he was subdued by it.

It's just that they made a deal, Yongyue promised that Gu Wanyan's soul would return to the ghost world and drink Mengpo soup, but Gu Wanyan wanted Yongyue to go back to the past again, and take a look at the living Yiyou and some old friends.

After reading this touching story, Mu Yaoling fell into a coma, opened his eyes again, and found that he was already lying on the bed, with a round couch and light curtains, a familiar environment, and a familiar face standing in front of him.

With a splitting headache, he slowly raised his arms, opened the curtain, and whispered softly: "Master..."

"What's the matter?"

The familiar voice remained calm.

"What spell did you use to bring us back to Yongyue Kingdom?" Mu Yaoling was very curious.