When Xiaobai meets the fox demon

Yilan lives inside, and the sun is just right.

Looking from the water pavilion, the vine flowers facing the door have faded, the wind blows, and the green leaves are like a sea.And the tea leaves by the pool are in the flowering period, and the faint fragrance of tea flowers permeates the courtyard.

"Is he still like this?" Without a sound, the Black Mountain Demon King suddenly appeared behind Manager Sha.

Standing under the trellis of the wisteria, Manager Sha suddenly trembled, turned his head and said, "Your Majesty, you haven't changed."

The Black Mountain Demon King waved his hand without speaking.

So Director Sha, like a bent prawn, tiptoed back out of Yilanju step by step.As soon as the door was closed, he straightened his chest and gasped for breath.

This is his blessing from that place, as a watcher, he was lucky enough to watch Yilanju once?But with such a blessing, a date pit spewed out from his mouth: Don't worry!

Mugwort looked at the railing, pool water, and mulberry flowers, maybe he didn't look at anything, these flowers just got into his eyes.He was so stupid that he didn't even feel the approach of the Black Mountain Demon King.

"These are flowers from the sky." The Demon King of Montenegro pointed to Bai Tumi on the opposite bank, his hands froze in mid-air as if he was pondering his words: "They are...the auspiciousness from heaven."

Ai Cao didn't speak, and time passed like a drop of water. Just when the Black Mountain Demon King thought he was so crazy that he was deaf, Ai Cao said nonchalantly, "This auspicious person is not Piji, falling into the world means separation."

The early summer wind is blowing, and the large and double-petaled white tulips are swaying in the wind.Suddenly, the hand of the ruthless, heartless and heartless Black Mountain Demon King throbbed.This must be an illusion, as soon as he raised his hand, the wind became silent and odorless.

"Will he have a soul after death?" Ai Cao's voice was floating, as if he was not standing here.

"Night Envoy?" The voice sounded like a heavy object hitting the ground, and it would be harsh to my ears even if it fell back.

"People will go to the underworld after death, and demons will return to the sea after death. Where will he go?"

The voice of wormwood was still drifting, drifting into the pale and colorless, the Black Mountain Demon King suddenly realized that he was not talking to himself, he was just talking to himself.

"Dark Yeshi is not a human, a demon, or a ghost. After his death, heaven and earth will not tolerate him. There is no reincarnation, no re-creation, and he can't even go to nothingness. You will never find him!" If you can remove the black mist on his face, you will be You will find that the expression on the face of the Black Mountain Demon King is half smile, half anger, half anger.He raised his hand again, Yilan was inside, the early summer passed, and the midsummer came.

However, his voice was as cold as ice: "I am so powerful that I can control the world and human life, please beg me, I can create another one!"

"No need." Ai Cao's voice was colder than his: "He is dead, and he is not the one who came back."

The Bai Tumi by the pool couldn't bear the sudden heat, suddenly big and big flowers wrapped up their stamens, and they all drooped down.

The Black Mountain Demon King's face turned blue, and he raised his hand again.

In a daze, the scene in front of Ai Cao's eyes changed, and he traveled back to the past through time and space.

The chirping of cicadas on the poplar trees was really annoying, the hot summer wind lingered on her face, and the sweat stuck her thin summer shirt to her back.Mugwort stands in front of the window and looks into the house, hemp gauze tents, bamboo mats, square teapots... all the old things are presented in the eyes.

"If you go back to the beginning, I'm not a king, but a traveler who lives here temporarily, will you treat me differently?"

The Black Mountain Demon King suddenly appeared behind him, and the heat of summer made his voice catch up with popularity, which was a desire amidst enthusiasm.

"I only have four words for you. Things are different." Ai Cao's voice was calm.

As if being slapped across the face, the Black Mountain Demon King was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled back: "Okay, I'll pay you back!"

The Black Mountain Demon King didn't think he was angry, he just wanted to teach a disobedient subordinate according to the rules.

Thus, behind the Palace of Silent Spirits, the whip was like iron, and the night was as dark as a knife.A whip made of black shadows lashed at Ai Cao's body, and the whip fell down with one stroke, and then brushed again...

The severe pain started from the moment the whip fell to the body. He is a ghost and his body is fake. How could it hurt?However, the Black Mountain Demon King has such an ability, and every stroke makes Ai Cao, the underworld fake body, feel intense pain.

Ai Cao lay on the ground and curled up into a ball, he didn't make a sound, but shrank his body even tighter after a hard whip.

What I hate the most is this about him!So the Black Mountain Demon King whipped harder until the people on the ground lost consciousness.He threw away the whip resentfully, stepped on the wormwood with one foot, lifted the hole in his clothes with the tip of his toe, and gradually made the wound bigger.

"How many times have I hit you, you still can't remember the lesson!"

"Or I should really send you to the Nine Resentments Pond, where you will suffer day and night from the shock of your soul, or I should let you reincarnate day and night at the moment when you were made into a ghost."

"Tell me, what can I do with you!"

However, his words were in vain, and the people on the ground showed no sign of waking up.

After dozens of breaths, the nine-star clock in the Hall of Silent Spirits rang.Xianyan walked into the empty hall with excitement, and walked straight towards the throne.When he was approaching the throne, the voice of the Black Mountain Demon King suddenly came from behind the black crystal bead curtain, making Xianyan stop his progress.

After Xianyan saluted, he stood up again and approached the bead curtain. He leaned down and said, "My lord, the red silk has recruited."

"Oh."

The voice from behind the black crystal bead curtain could not hear the anger of the Black Mountain Demon King, but Xianyan became more and more respectful. He bent his body slightly, and there was a complimenting smile in his voice: "The king has a way. Punishment, as long as it is a living thing, it cannot bear it."

"Xianyan, you have to learn from Tao Jin and learn how to speak directly."

The Black Mountain Demon King's tone was downplaying and seemed a little polite, but Xianyan was suddenly uneasy.His back became more and more bent, and he had no choice but to get straight to the point: "Hongxiang said that there were two people who rescued him. One of them was a ghost who claimed to be his father's friend, and the other was a demon named Hu."

He paused, then immediately said: "This news is nothing, the key is what he said below. He said that a waiter named A Luo brought back by the night watchman is the real Fengying orb."

"That kid has no spiritual power." The Black Mountain Demon King gently clasped the armrest of the chair with his hand, the answer was unexpected.

"I asked the same question, but he insisted on it." Xianyan responded carefully: "He said that he had seen Feng Ying's orb transforming into a human being a few years ago, and he had seen a red mole on the back of his neck. After verifying the red mole on the back of the boy's neck, I repeatedly deduced what he said, and it doesn't seem like a lie."

Behind the black crystal bead curtain, the Black Mountain Demon King fell into deep thought.

After experiencing the wait, Xianyan said cautiously again: "He thinks that kid pretended to have no spiritual power and tricked everyone."

His orb was so close to him that night that it was as close as reaching for the stars, but it made him run away again by such a coincidence.The first reaction of the Black Mountain Demon King was not to be extremely angry, but to be laughed at: Isn't his orb supposed to be cold and expensive, but it has become such a worldly commodity.

"Whether he is or not, send out all the ghosts to catch him!"

Ai Cao who woke up heard all the words word for word, and he laughed silently: Wang, let me help you achieve your wish, I will let the news spread throughout Nanke, and let the seducer The boy will die without a place to bury him before you catch him.

Five majestic peaks rise from the ground, with white clouds at the highest places, and the depth is unknown. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there are jagged rocks and clear water and trees.

There is a natural stone cave on the cliff in the remote part of Wenjing Peak, and two people are walking outside in the cave.The entrance of the cave was already in sight, Zhao Gaogong stopped and turned his head and said, "I will ask you again as a teacher, let you retreat in Jiuqu Panhuan Cave for five years, do you have any complaints?"

Chen Jian raised his hand above his head and said, "Student, I have no complaints."

"Very good, I am worthy of being a disciple of the Longevity Sect." Zhao Gaogong ignored Chen Jian's salute, opened the barrier at the entrance of the cave, sat on a wooden bird and flew down the cliff leisurely.

The sound of dripping water came from the depths of the cave, one drop, two drops... empty into people's hearts.Chen Jian looked towards the entrance of the cave, and the barrier would not be reopened until five years later.Five years is enough to alienate one person from another, not to mention they haven't even started.

Since then, his world has been as lonely as the sea.

At this time, a young man in a green shirt was looking up at the five peaks at the foot of the mountain. After dozens of breaths, his eyes fell back to the front of the mountain gate again: in the middle of the mountain gate, there was a word "Longevity Gate" written in majestic handwriting.

A man stood by the mountain gate, prostrating and asking questions. After a while, he waved to the young man in green shirt: "You can go." He followed him and led the young man through the mountain gate.

"Who are these two?" asked the disciple guarding the mountain gate on the left.

"It's the true one of the small sect in the south, come to my Longevity Gate to pay homage to Pengzu." The disciple on the right, who had seen the worship post, recollected the appearance of the two, and couldn't help saying to himself: This appearance is really like a person in a painting.

The boy and the man in green are A Luo and Hu Yuchen in disguise.

Last night they sat on the trumpet magic weapon, and at dawn they arrived at the foot of the Five Classics Peak of the Changsheng Gate in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.Hu Yuchen knocked out two disciples of the Zhenyi faction who were visiting the mountain, and took away all their belongings, otherwise they would not be able to enter the mountain.

At this time, the two of them meandered up the wide and flat mountain road built with white stones.A Luo raised his eyes and looked casually, and saw that there were buildings and scripture halls built on the flat ground on the mountain road, and the seats were very delicate and magnificent.

Inadvertently, Hu Yuchen tugged on A Luo's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "We're going to go down from here."

Ah Luo snorted, followed by Hu Yuchen and turned down a mountain road.While walking, he had an unrelated thought: "Longevity Gate looks very grand."

Hu Yuchen answered him with a smile in the front: "The disciples accepted by the Changshengmen generally have rich or noble families, and they should be the richest among the major sects."

Yes, why did I forget about the rich man? Ah Luo suddenly thought of Chen Jian who was hiding his secrets, recalled his long-winded and meticulous, and couldn't help smirking: I don't know if I can see him again?

Two hours later, they descended into a valley surrounded by peaks.Surrounded by green trees and vines, a wooden house supported by twelve columns is safely built on the opposite side of the stream.

"It's here." Hu Yuchen jumped onto the thatched hut: Before entering the mountain, he had inquired that Zhao Gaogong of the Longevity Gate was eccentric, and other Gaogongs lived on the peak or in the middle of the mountain, and he was the only one who liked this secluded place.

The door was ajar, and opened at the touch of a hand.Inside the house, the mats are made of curtains, on which there is a small table with a purple pottery teapot on it...

The room was very quiet, obviously the owner was not at home.

A Luo walked around and said, "We're still waiting outside for him to come back."

However, the sudden knock on the door suddenly made them unable to escape.