Fishing succubus is good at raising fish

The mountain roads are rugged, the grass grows and warblers fly in the places they pass by, and the sun is scorching.The coachman swung his whip to drive a magnificent car, and the wheels ran over the loess, leaving two winding ruts.

A corner of the car curtain was lifted by the wind, and Shen Shaotang was looking out.

The other two in the car chatted happily, from poetry and songs to life ideals, as if Shen Geyan was a handful of air.The latter was also not interested in the topic of the two, and just looked at the scenery on his own.

Although Qiu Yan looked at Yuan Shuo, she always glanced towards Yuan Shuo vaguely from the corner of her eye.

With such a weak body, wouldn't he worry about catching a cold while sitting by the window?

Just as he was hesitating whether to make a sound to remind him, he waved a hand in front of him, Yuan Shuo said with a smile: "A Yan, what are you thinking about absent-mindedly?"

"……nothing."

Yuan Shuo looked him up and down, and said with a joking smile, "You don't want to write poems, do you want... female hairpin skirts?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qiu Yan glanced at the opposite side, and said in a low voice with a low face: "Be careful of the occasion when you speak, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Go, go, go."

Yuan Shuo pouted, shook his head and said, "I'm so angry, I'll go find my sister-in-law, she's much gentler than you..."

As a result, as soon as he turned his head with a smile, he met Shen Geyan's indifferent face.

His smile froze for a moment, then he raised the fruit plate in his hand and said with a sneer, "Sister-in-law, eat some fruit."

Shen Shaotang glanced at the grapes in his hand, then stretched out his hand to take a green jujube, and smiled politely and slightly aloofly.

"Thank you."

Yuan Shuo tactfully put down his hand, stuffed the grape into his mouth, and said excitedly: "Sister-in-law, let me tell you the story of this mountain temple, it's amazing!"

Shen Shaotang took a bite of the green jujube, the jujube flesh melted on the tip of the tongue, the juice was sweet and refreshing.

It is said that there is a mountain temple on Yaoshan Mountain, and a statue of a god is enshrined in the temple. I don't know who made it, but it has stood here for more than two hundred years, and it is not eroded by wind and rain.

Later, some strange things gradually spread among the villagers. It is said that a villager went hunting on the mountain and disappeared, and the people who went to search for it also disappeared one after another. .

The villagers speculated that those men in white must have come from the fairyland.Over time, more and more people went to the mountains to offer incense. Some people yearned for the fairy world to pray for enlightenment from the gods, and some people simply wanted to make a wish to get rich and have more children.

Shen Shaotang didn't look surprised, but actually listened with great interest, because he ate a few more fruits unknowingly.

After driving for about three hours, the carriage arrived at the foot of the mountain, and the three of them had to walk up the mountain road.

"Sister-in-law, there is a distance from the mountain road to the top of the temple, and it may take a lot of effort to walk, you..." Yuan Shuo said, considering his words.

"It's okay." Shen Shaotang thought to himself, he is not really disabled.

The mountain road was narrow, Yuan Shuo walked in front, and the two of them followed closely behind. The three of them walked up the mountain silently all the way.

Shen Shaotang took two steps to catch his breath, and he still had to wipe the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. The bushes next to him were lush, and the scorching sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, making his face slightly flushed.

Suddenly, he stepped on slippery moss, and he secretly thought it was bad!

The next moment, a hand supported his arm, and Qiu Yan's expression was full of worry.

"The mountain road is difficult, so be careful." He said.

Shen Shaotang was stunned for a moment, feeling that the hand was very hot against the arm, and the other party was too close, so he hurriedly pushed away a distance, thanked in a low voice, and took a step ahead.

Qiu Yan stared at the palm of his mind for a while, then followed him belatedly.

Fortunately, the mountain road is not long, and after a while, they arrived at the top of the mountain. The surrounding environment was ethereal and quiet, and they saw a low temple in the distance, surrounded by misty smoke.

Yuan Shuo looked excited and walked quickly.

However, Shen Shaotang stood still, looking back intently at the jungle behind him.

"What are you looking at?" Qiu Yan stood beside him, and followed his gaze to look back.

Shen Shaotang came back to his senses, with a blank look on his face, "I seem to hear something shouting."

Qiu Yan smiled and said: "There are many jungles here, it should be the sound made by wild monkeys."

"It's not a monkey..." Shen Shaotang murmured.

He didn't know if it was a hallucination. It seemed that something passed through the forest just now, and the sound it made was like... the whispering of human beings.

"Hurry up and follow!" Yuan Shuo waved to them from a distance.

They immediately followed, and Shen Shaotang also put aside the doubts just now, and first completed the important matters of this trip before going back to explain to the old lady.

"Ding dong ding dong-"

Looking at the old facade of the mountain temple, it is extraordinarily powerful and heavy. A string of wind chimes hanging on the eaves make a crisp sound, which contrasts strangely with the rustling sound of the leaves.

But the strange thing is that when they walked in, they felt that the space inside was low and cramped, and there was even a dull feeling of no air circulation.

"This... is that mountain god?" Yuan Shuo said in surprise.

I saw the stone statue sitting on the two-story high platform, but it was not in the shape of a human, but had a ferocious animal face, webbed limbs, and one foot on the ground. posture.

Shen Shaotang couldn't help frowning, "What is this?"

This thing doesn't look like a god, but like some kind of mountain monster.

Thinking in this way, he suddenly saw the exaggerated eyelids of the "god" move, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

"The customs of this place are really... special. This is the first time I've heard of people worshiping this kind of thing when I grow up, but there are exceptions to everything."

Worshiping the gods should not be noisy, and only the supplicants can enter the temple, so they did not bring their attendants to follow.While talking, Yuan Shuo took out the tribute incense candles from his bag.

They knelt on the futon, clasped their hands.

After simply making a wish, both of them got up, and Yuan Shuo was still moving his lips on the ground, praying silently.

"Okay, this god, seeing that you are not with him, how could he accept you." Qiu Yan glanced at the face of the stone statue, and half-jokingly said.

"shallow!"

Yuan Shuo started to panic when he heard the sound of the two people's footsteps going away. He quickly stood up and glanced at the stone statue resentfully.

He doesn't want to go down the mountain alone!

But when they walked out of the mountain temple, they found that there was a vast white mist outside, and the wind chimes were jingling in the wind.

"Everyone follow closely."

Qiu Yan's back was a little tense. When he observed the situation on both sides, he turned his head and looked straight ahead. The next scene made his heart beat wildly.

A red silk flashed past, entangled Shen Geyan and pulled him forward, barely giving him a chance to struggle, and he disappeared into the white mist in an instant.

"Shen... Ge... Yan." The monster's voice was harsh and unpleasant, it was imitating Qiu Yan's voice.

Shen Shaotang ran forward with all his strength, but the red silk on his body restrained him, and a monster was following him not too far away, and he was suffering physically and mentally.

The monster was two times as tall as him, spit out a snake-like letter, moved on one leg, and followed him slowly, bouncing and stopping.

He guessed that the monster was the guy in the temple, who had escaped somehow.

Shen Shaotang got separated from the other two, now he has no sense of direction and can only rely on instinct to run. He was sweating profusely, but Hong Ling suddenly flew up and threw him to the ground.

"Hiss!" His left leg was broken.

He looked angrily at the approaching monster, gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and continued to run limping, but he could feel the danger behind him getting closer.

"System, activate the skill for me! Is there a skill that can temporarily increase force?" Shen Shaotang said angrily to the system, not wanting to be offended.

System: "Sorry, your current body belongs to Shen Geyan, he is just a mortal."

"..."

That's what he said, but after being hunted down by monsters all the way, Shen Geyan was about to kill half of his life.

Just when Shen Shaotang was in despair, he was panting and trying to find something from the white mist. Suddenly, a temple appeared in front of him. He couldn't see its appearance clearly, but there seemed to be a person with his back turned to him inside.

He was overjoyed, and ran over directly, regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones.

"Help!" Whether it's Qiu Yan or Yuan Shuo, it's fine if someone comes.

At this moment, Hong Ling suddenly went berserk, and suddenly attacked behind him, not as if she was playing a game just now, but more as if she wanted to take his life.

Shen Shaotang staggered and tripped over the threshold. He sat on the ground and moved in. Hong Ling hesitated for a moment by the door frame, then straightened her body and rushed in, tying him to the stone pillar.

The temple was silent, and the monster had already followed in. It had a big bloody mouth, and the two rows of sharp teeth had barbs, which could fix the flesh of the prey and tear it off.

At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in the sky, gradually expanding like daylight, and the cold wind blew the dead leaves on the ground.

There was a sword cry of "Zheng", as if a dragon pierced through the sky, sending out a mighty roar that shook the world.

The monster had no time to react, or to be precise... there was no possibility of fighting back.

In its terrified eyes, the divine sword shot out of nowhere and pierced the wind, nailing it to the stone pillar, and its huge body was instantly split into two and turned into powder.

The powder flew away with the wind, and the temple fell into darkness again.

Shen Shaotang raised his head in a daze, and there were two thin and beautiful characters engraved on the hilt of his sword - Qixing.

The name of the sword is Qixing, it is... the Qixing sword of Immortal Lord Fuyuan.