My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Song Yixing withdrew his eyes after saying this, and never cast another glance at Xifu.It just so happened that Lu Qian's message came, so he lowered his head to read the message.

[Lu Qian]: Don't disclose the nameless ones in advance, so as not to cause panic.

Song Yixing replied 'yes', and asked again about Wuming's plan, during which time he kept looking at Xifu.

Seeing the little assistant put away the wedding dress dejectedly, Song Yixing put down the phone, "Forget it, bring it here."

The little assistant's eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically held the wedding dress over, "Song Daochang, I thank you for your kindness on behalf of my colleagues in the Operation Department!"

"..." Song Yixing was really ashamed, and said bluntly, "I'll try it first, but I don't have to wear it!"

The little assistant nodded: "Yeah."

Although he was in a hurry to send Song Yixing to Beishan City, the vehicle was running fast on the road, but the chassis was stable.The caravan has a large space, so Song Yixing probably had already considered that Song Yixing should change clothes, so he specially set aside a dressing room.

Song Yixing drew up the curtain, and a full-length mirror was thoughtfully placed in the private/private space surrounded by the curtain.

Three times, five times and two times took off the original clothes, Song Yixing made a mistake with the phoenix robe and Xiapei, he didn't know how to wear it.

From the color of the wedding dress, Song Yixing can still tell that this is the mainstream wedding dress from the Han Dynasty to the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The main color is black and black, supplemented by red.

Holding the skirt, he fell into deep thought, and said half aloud, "How do you wear this?"

Assistant: "Which one?"

Song Yixing: "This piece of cloth."

"..." The little assistant said, "Tie it around your waist."

"Oh." Song Yixing asked again: "Don't you wear something inside? How come I remember that the ancients seemed to wear white underwear."

The little assistant said: "Director Zhu recommends that you don't wear it."

Song Yixing: "..."

What a suggestion!Wasn't it ready for him at all?

Song Yixing was about to wear his original trousers inside, but the little assistant urged him in a low voice outside the curtain: "Daoist Song, are you okay?"

Song Yixing was most afraid of being urged, so he wrapped his half-waisted skirt around his body and tied it with a rope indiscriminately.The pair of lapels was simple, he put it on and felt that it fit him so damn well.

Looking at the person in the mirror again, Song Yixing pursed his lips.

It was to the extent that he wanted to bully him severely after seeing it.

"Song Taoist?"

"All right!"

Song Yixing lifted the curtain, and the assistants outside stayed where they were.Seeing this, Song Yixing couldn't help being stunned, and quickly straightened his clothes: "What's wrong with it?"

"No, no, no." The little assistant hurriedly lowered his head: "It's not wrong."

Song Yixing was still not used to it. Although the clothes fit him well, he always felt that something was awkward. After thinking for a long time, he vaguely found a reason. He felt that his hairstyle didn't match very well.

Song Yixing has long hair, but he always keeps it at a suitable length.

When he was in a Taoist temple, he was a typical Taoist head with a gossip hairpin in his hair.When I'm not in the Taoist temple, I take off the gossip hairpin, and imitate the fashion boy and tie a ball head behind the head that many people don't understand or understand.

But the meatball head doesn't match this suit!

Assistant: "Song Daochang, can we take pictures?"

"Yes." Song Yixing thought for a while: "Only pat the head."

Because Song Yixing had already said it before, it was a pity that the little assistant could only obediently take a big picture of Song Yixing.

Then show Song Yixing the photos he took.

Song Yixing glanced at it: "...can you beautify yourself?"

Too many things have happened in the past few days, and there is a sense of misery that the house is leaking and it is raining all night.Looking at himself in the photo, he felt a little vicissitudes.

But still very nice!

Assistant: "I'm going to find a camera with a beauty function!"

Song Yixing looked at the scene outside the car window, and estimated that he would arrive at the airport soon.He didn't make things difficult for the assistant anymore, and said, "That's it."

The assistant quickly sent the photos he took to Zhu Chen as if he had received an amnesty.Then he asked Song Yixing curiously: "Song Daochang, you look so good, why didn't you take pictures?"

Song Yixing pointed to his hair and said bluntly: "It's neither fish nor fowl."

The little assistant thought about it and thought it was the same, since he wanted to follow the culture that the ghost king of Yanye Mountain was familiar with, he had to come with a full set.

The little assistant hurriedly said, "I'll report to Director Zhu and get the best stylist to come."

"..." Song Yixing: "It's not necessary, I only have this little hair, don't worry about it."

Another assistant said, "Daoist Song, do you need a hair set?"

"No need." Song Yixing had an indifferent face, but since he had already decided to put on this outfit, he didn't want his hairstyle to be a blemish, so he thought for a while and said, "Is there a hijab?"

The assistant said euphemistically: "Song Daochang, hijab only emerged in the Southern Song Dynasty."

"It's okay." Song Yixing said: "The ghost king of Yanye Mountain has no culture."

After all, academic qualifications are obtained by non-methods/hands/methods.

Seeing what Song Yixing said, the assistant did just that.

The RV stopped at the airport, and the special plane to send Song Yixing to Beishan City was also prepared. There were many people who saw him off on both sides. Without exception, their faces were full of admiration and intolerance.

Song Yixing was ashamed to look at them, and after a little response to their greetings, he got into the plane holding his skirt.

When I got on the plane, I couldn't find the mobile phone signal at thousands of miles high.

Song Yixing said "sin, sin" several times, and then asked someone for a pen and paper.

I'm going to see Zhai Yan soon, and he hasn't written the application letter for that thing he promised Zhai Yan.

After getting the pen and paper, Song Yixing boldly wrote six words on the paper—Application for Breakup Cannon.

Also wrote: Applicant——Song Yixing.

After the format was written, Song Yixing frantically turned the ideas in his head into Chinese characters. The contents of the writing were so peachy, so immoral, so degrading!

After Song Yixing finished writing an letter, only 10 minutes had passed by looking at the time.He was idle anyway, and he had vowed to write a hundred letters before, and the flight time was two and a half hours, and he didn't stop for a moment.

I didn't feel sore when I let go of my hand, after all, when I was learning to draw symbols, it was much more difficult than now.

The plane arrives at its destination.

Song Yixing counted, good guy, he didn't expect that he could write twenty letters, and the content in them was completely different, and the excitement level of each letter was better than one letter.

Putting away these application forms, Song Yixing got off the plane.

There were many people waiting for Song Yixing at the airport here, and Deng Qi, who was in the same position as Zhu Chen, welcomed him.

On the way to Mount Yanye, Deng Qi and Song Yixing chatted about their plans.

Deng Qi: "Daoist Song, the headquarters has mobilized the strongest manpower to ambush the surrounding area. We have used the best instruments and talismans, and put your safety first. If there is any change in the ghost king of Yanye Mountain, we will do whatever it takes Your safety is guaranteed!"

Song Yixingxin said that there is no one who wastes social resources more than himself.

The more Deng Qi talked, the more embarrassing Song Yixing became.In the end, he decided to send more talismans to the operation department in the future.

The car finally stopped at the foot of Yanye Mountain, Deng Qi lowered his voice and said, "Daoist Song, if there is danger, wave your sleeves as a sign."

Song Yixing said with an 'hmm': "You take care of yourself and those 134 people, I can protect myself."

Deng Qi was in awe: "Daoist Song still misses us at this time..."

Song Yixing didn't have the face to listen to what was going on, so he quickly opened the car door and walked out.

"What time is it?" Song Yixing asked Deng Qi beside him.

Deng Qi said: "There are still 13 minutes to 17 o'clock."

Song Yixing looked at Yanye Mountain, just like before, it was full of miasma, they looked up, and they couldn't even see the outline of the mountain clearly.

"Have you made an appointment with the Ghost King of Yanye Mountain?" Song Yixing asked again.

"We unilaterally agreed on 17 o'clock." Deng Qi replied.

"I see."

Song Yixing tried to move forward, but these barriers blocked his progress like a transparent wall.He murmured a ghostly hole opening spell, but he couldn't disperse the barrier energy.

It seems that we really have to wait until 17:[-].

At this time, another car also stopped at the foot of the mountain. Deng Qi communicated with the people in the car for a while, and then came over holding the hijab.

"Song Daochang, this is what you want." Deng Qi said: "Do you come by yourself or I?"

Song Yixing took the hijab: "I will do it myself."

Then put the hijab on the head, and the vision is covered.

Song Yixing lowered his head and looked at his feet. Time passed by every minute and every second. At this time, Song Yixing couldn't help feeling nervous.

Song Yixing blamed it on the timidity of being close to his hometown.

He pinched the application form in his sleeve, his heart pounding.

After an unknown period of time, when Song Yixing wanted to find a place to sit and rest, suddenly the wind howled, making him almost unable to stand still.

While the hijab was flying, Song Yixing pressed the hijab, looked down and saw the qi billowing at his feet, and immediately said: "The qi hurts people, you go away."

No one answered him, Song Yixing lifted a corner of his hijab and looked back.

Deng Qi had already stood a few hundred meters away from him. Seeing Song Yixing looking back at him, he made a cheering gesture from a distance.

Song Yixing: "..."

Song Yixing was about to fix the hijab when he was grabbed by the wrist.

So the biting cold made Song Yixing shudder.

"Zhai Yan?" Song Yixing's vision was not clear, and he could vaguely see long, slender legs.

But the long-legged owner didn't respond, and as a femininity, there was no sound of breathing.

This made Song Yixing not sure about Zhai Yan's attitude, he thought for a while, and said kindly: "I'm here, and I've written what you want."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from the wide sleeve robe, and handed it to Zhai Yan carefully.

Zhai Yan didn't answer.

He only stared at Song Yixing's hand with his abyss-like eyes.

Song Yixing: "You... see? If you are satisfied, let them go, they are innocent."

Zhai hates to crush Song Yixing to pieces!

The person in front of him didn't know at all that when he saw Song Yixing in his wedding dress, his heart that had stopped functioning for 1000 years seemed to show signs of recovery.

But beauty is always fragile!And the fuck it was Song Yixing broke it with his own hands.

Zhai Yan held Song Yixing tightly, his eyes were hot and red.

You must get Song Yixing's color to see!

Yes, Song Yixing must be made to understand that there is no bride in the world who is going to divorce before getting married!

The evil spirit soared, and the obstructive energy cleared the field.

Zhai Yan rushed into the dark sky with his bride who couldn't wait to divorce her husband.

boom--

The temple with only one door left is now without the last door, and the ghost king of Yanye Mountain ruthlessly throws his bride on the bed that he just moved from the rented house.

The evil spirit turned into thick and heavy shackles and fastened the bride's hands to the head of the bed. From the corner of her eye, she saw the crimson marks on the bride's slender wrists rubbed by the shackles, and she relaxed a little in silence.

But he couldn't let Song Yixing go.

Zhai Yan lifted Song Yixing's hijab with a sullen face, looking at the familiar face, his heart softened.

"Zhai Yan?" the bride said, "Playing so violently?"

Zhai Yan said: "I want to let you know that you are afraid."

The bride pondered for a while: "If you want to kill me, I'm really afraid."

Zhai Yan rolled his Adam's apple, subconsciously wanting to appease the bride.

The bride took the lead and said, "If you want someone who wants me, then I'm not afraid."

"..." Zhai Yan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the divorce letter tightly held in the bride's hand. Even though the bride had been tightly imprisoned by him, she still did not forget the divorce letter.

Snatched, torn to pieces.fraud!

Confetti was flying all over the sky, and the bride's face changed instantly.

Zhai Yan relieved his anger, although his heart was stabbed severely.But it doesn't matter, Zhai Yan has already thought about it, if one day he loses Song Yixing's heart, he will imprison him by his side!

The bride didn't know what to think of, and forced a smile: "Forget it, just tear it up. I still have nineteen letters."

Zhai Yan: "..."

Bride: "It's in my sleeve, I can't move it, you can take it yourself?"

"Song Yixing!" Zhai Yan was really angry, he didn't care about anything else, and pushed himself up.