When Xiaobai meets the fox demon

"Is Zhao Gaogong there?" The sound of knocking on the door became more and more urgent.

Hu Yuchen only had time to grab A Luo and sit down, when the visitor pushed the door open and entered.

"You are..." The visitor stopped by the door, his tone was questioning, and he pressed his right hand on the weapon in due course.

Hu Yuchen stood up and raised his hands: "We are disciples of the Zhenyi sect, Lingxin and Lingjue, who came to pay homage to Peng Zu at the order of our master. Because of the old relationship between Master and Zhao Gaogong, Gaogong needs us here."

Oh, the visitor was dubious, so he swept his eyes: everything in the house was in order and there was no trace of tampering, and the two people's packages were placed at their feet, what they said seemed to make sense.

The person who came immediately said: "I am Nengyan, the disciple who teaches Jiang Gaogong, and I am here to find Gaogong by the order of my master."

"What are you looking for me for?"

Zhao Gaogong suddenly appeared outside the door, and A Luo clasped his hands tightly in shock, almost yelling: We are screwed!

Zhao Gaogong smiled slightly, looked at all the people in the room, when he looked at Nengyan.

Neng Yan hurriedly turned towards Zhao Gaogong: "Master, please ask Gao Gong to go to Qianhe Palace to discuss matters."

Zhao Gaogong said lightly: "You go, tell your master, I will come soon."

Neng Yan bowed slightly to Zhao Gaogong, and glanced at A Luo and Hu Yuchen again when he got up, he smiled and said: "You two, if you want to go to Wujing Peak to worship, you can ask me to lead the way." Then he stepped out of the room.

The wooden door rattled back and forth in the wind, but no one tried to close it.

Zhao Gaogong stood where he was, frowned slightly and looked at Hu Yuchen: "You guys come here..." Hu Yuchen immediately took out the trumpet and handed it to Zhao Gaogong.

this thing...

The horn was turned over and over in Zhao Gaogong's hands, and he was so familiar with a scratch on it: it was accidentally made by himself when he borrowed it.

After a while, he returned the trumpet to Hu Yuchen, but his brows were still untied: "Where is Brother Qu's soul?"

"Qu Gaogong asked us to invite Zhao Gaogong to go to Hunxi Mountain to tell a story." Hu Yuchen then explained everything in detail.

Brother Yigan and others were killed by outsiders back then, and it is still an unsolved case.Zhao Gaogong frowned more and more: "You two wait for me again, and when I borrow Qingtian Ruyi, I will rush to Hunxi Mountain with you two."

Zhao Gaogong, who was holding a wooden bird, flew farther and farther, until A Luo saw only green mountains, green waters and white clouds.After a long time, half of his body leaned on the wooden railing, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at Hu Yuchen: "This place is an excellent place to hide."

"You promised me." Hu Yuchen suddenly smiled.

"What?" The words of that night were still hesitating.

Qianhe Hall is built with white marble, and the white jade pillars extend from the outside of the hall to the depth of the hall.Starting from the column body, white cranes are carved on the eaves, bucket arches and other places. Standing outside the hall, it seems that countless cranes are about to spread their wings and fly high above the hall.

On both sides of the main hall are the chairs of various high-level practitioners, and in the middle of the top is the chair of the head teacher.Different from the past, all the masters and the head teachers did not take their seats, but gathered around a table of eight immortals, and one of them was wearing the celestial fairy cave clothes, the head teacher Jiang Gaogong.

Just as Zhao Gaogong was about to salute, he was stopped by Jiang Gaogong: The sixth junior brother came just in time, let's look at the paintings on the table first.

The boy in the painting: a round face, a small mouth, and a weary expression on his delicate face.

he is……

Zhao Gaogong smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "What is this going to do?"

Jiang Gaogong pointed at the painting and said with a smile: "Suddenly there is news that the young man named A Luo in the painting is the real body of Fengying Baozhu."

"Where did the news come from?"

"It is impossible to find out the earliest source of the news, but the news and the painting have spread all over Nanke." Jiang Gaogong smiled again: "What's your opinion?"

"It's hard to tell the truth from the fake." Zhao Gaogong's expression was just indifferent.

"Feng Ying Baozhu has always been a dragon without a god's tail, but the sudden appearance of her true colors this time makes people somewhat convincing." The one who spoke was Gao Gaogong.

Wei Gaogong on the side said: "Regardless of whether it is true or not, we still send people to investigate according to the old rules."

Jiang Gaogong waved his hand, and all Gaogong sat down again.There should be ten high-ranking people in the hall, but now there are only six chairs, Zeng Gaogong who passed away and the one who was killed by himself...

Let this matter remain unsolved forever, Jiang Gaogong looked away as usual, then lowered his eyes to contemplate.After a while, he raised his head and smiled, "Except for me and Gao Gong who stayed behind, I'll work hard for everyone to make a trip."

So all the high-ranking officials left their seats one after another, but only Zhao Gaogong got up but didn't take a step.

"Sixth Junior Brother, is something wrong?"

Zhao Gaogong raised his head and said: "Senior brother, I want to go to Chongyang Hall to ask my ancestor to borrow a magic weapon."

"Could it be that the wooden flute of the sixth junior brother is not enough to defend against the enemy?"

"If you talk about magic weapons, how can my wooden flute be as good as my ancestor's Qingtian Ruyi." Zhao Gaogong smiled very modestly.

The magic weapon in Chongyang Palace cannot be borrowed.

In the past few years, on the grounds that Peng Zu doesn't like being disturbed by others, he has ordered all Gao Gong and his disciples not to enter and leave Chongyang Hall at will, and all other sects who come to worship can only stop at Qianhe Hall.Zhao Gaogong's trip was unexpected, Jiang Gaogong stared at the smiling Zhao Gaogong, trying to find a trace of disobedience from the other party's face, but Zhao Gaogong still gave him a face of humility.

"Okay, I'll take you up the mountain." After dozens of breaths, Jiang Gaogong took the lead and walked towards the back door of Qianhe Hall. After leaving the back door, there was a straight mountain road leading directly to Wujing Peak.

In the early years, Peng Zu made a rule that the only way to go to Wujing Peak is to walk on the mountain road. Anyone who violates the rule is regarded as disrespectful to the original ancestor, so the two masters can only walk.Fortunately, both of them have spiritual power, and their footsteps are naturally unmatched by ordinary people.

Two hours later, outside the Chongyang Hall, Jiang Gaogong lit the Jiangzhen Incense in his hand. He held up the incense, Zhao Gaogong followed, and the two bowed three times and nine times to the gate of the Chongyang Hall according to the inherent rules.After a while, the fragrance of Jiangzhenxiang coming out of the dust wafted into the hall.

After Jiang Gaogong inserted the incense into the incense burner, he smiled gently at Zhao Gaogong: "I know that I will meet the ancestors, and the sixth brother will go in by himself. I will wait here."

The gate of Chongyang Hall opened and closed again.Jiang Gaogong's smile had already cooled down on his lips. He flicked his sleeves and entered the Chongyang Hall through a secret door.

The four walls of Chongyang Hall are painted with vegetation, flowers and birds, which means harmony between heaven and earth.Zhao Gaogong's eyes slipped past the exquisite murals all the way, and suddenly his eyes stopped, and there was an eye-catching Garuda in the painting, which completely destroyed the natural state.But only for a moment, he walked towards the main seat as usual.

As in the past, there is only one empty chair on the main seat, and Peng Zu's will will appear on the chair after telling the reason.

Zhao Gaogong knelt in front of the empty chair, his eyes were lowered, and the prayer was read from his mouth.

A folded paper crane appeared on the wooden chair when he bowed his head.Zhao Gaogong stepped forward to take down the paper crane and opened it. There were only two words inside: reason.

So Zhao Gaogong knelt down again and begged: "This time I went out to look for Fengying orbs, I am afraid that I will not be able to take on the important task of my sect, so I beg for mercy from the ancestor.

The paper crane was taken apart again, and there were only two words: lying.

Zhao Gaogong suddenly raised his head and said loudly to the master: "I have something to ask. At that time, the tenth junior brother Qu Gaogong, the eighth junior sister Chen Gaogong, the fifth senior brother Mei Gaogong, and several Taoist priests from the other two sects all died suddenly on the camel. Xianling, why didn't the ancestor investigate this matter thoroughly, so that the few of them felt wronged by Jiuquan."

Qiang's voice flew high to the top of the hall, and then fell back empty-handedly. The words "Jiuquanxiaxia" formed a buzzing echo in the hall.Zhao Gaogong squeezed the flute in his sleeve tightly in tension: he seemed to be standing on the edge of a secret.

"Because I killed the man." Jiang Gaogong suddenly appeared on the main seat.He smiled at Zhao Gaogong: "Sixth Junior Brother, you are really too smart! You must know that people who are too smart will always die early."

"The ancestor was also killed by you?" Zhao Gaogong frowned and shouted loudly.

"Peng Zu is dead, and my master killed him." Jiang Gaogong unexpectedly looked at Zhao Gaogong: "You are also dying. Ever since you wanted to borrow Qingtian Ruyi, I didn't want you to live."

"Only by comparing the weapons in your hands can you know who lives and who dies!" Zhao Gaogong held a wooden flute in front of him.

"I will do it myself? Sixth Junior Brother, you are still not bright enough." Jiang Gaogong laughed, and suddenly his figure disappeared.

All the doors and windows of the main hall were closed with a bang at this moment, pale lights shone on all parts of the main hall, and this place suddenly became a prison.

In the dead silence, a scream suddenly pierced his ears from behind, and Zhao Gaogong turned his head abruptly.

That garuda was already running on the wall like a living thing, it was either violent, or glaring, or hiding anger and grudges... It seemed to jump out of the wall and bite Zhao Gaogong in a breath.

"Monster, take a hit from me!" Zhao Gaogong slammed the wooden flute towards the wall.

The moment the moon-wood flute hit the wall, the Garuda broke through the wall, and its sharp claws flew straight in front of Zhao Gaogong.

During his breathing, Zhao Gaogong flashed sideways, barely passing the claw.

Garuda passed by Zhao Gaogong with a gloomy hurricane, its sharp claws pierced into the wooden chair of the main seat, and a pair of huge bird eyes glared at Zhao Gaogong.

"Golden-winged bird is an ancient auspicious beast, why does it look like a ghost like you!" Zhao Gaogong sneered at it coldly: "It's just a fake!"

The golden-winged bird was so angry that it suddenly uttered a human voice: "Die, you die!" Its huge bird wings opened again, and rushed towards Zhao Gaogong. It was confident that no one could escape the blow.

The person in this painting is very well-born, but why does it look familiar?The disciples guarding the gate looked around.Suddenly he jumped up, and patted the disciple next to him with a big hand: "This is the disciple of the true school who entered the mountain this morning!"

The voice was really good, and it called Wei Gaogong and others who had just left the mountain gate back.

He felt that they were acting suspiciously, but he didn't expect that Zhao Gaogong was also an accomplice. He sprayed a mouthful of saliva from Neng Yan's mouth into the grass in front of him. Now he and a group of disciples are lying on the grass outside the wooden house, waiting for Wei Gaogong's order.

The people in the house had no idea that the danger was approaching.

How could Zhao Gaogong not come back?Arlo walked around the room, the water in the pot beside the table was bubbling hot, as if he was anxious.

Hu Yuchen lay on the mat, his eyes closed slightly.The afternoon mountain wind blew past the house, flapping the doors and windows.

A little noise in the wind made him jump up suddenly.

"what happened?"

"There's someone out there!"