Madam Tsundere is an attack

After driving, Jiang Ruocai ran out, looked at Chang Sheng with a dignified expression, and also did not say a word.

"I just went to ask, and the people in the city didn't quite know who the worshiper in the temple was, so they vaguely mentioned a miracle doctor." Jiang Ruo glanced at him, cautiously.

"I knew it would be like this." Changsheng sighed, after all, he worshiped for hundreds of years, maybe even thousands of years, mortals can't remember clearly, let alone there is no such record in the fairy world.

So that night, the two of them followed the person to the tomb with bitterness and hatred on their faces, listening to the "tomb head back" over and over again. '

Click!

Jiang Ruo frowned, focusing on the group of people under the tree, lest there would be chaos.

Click!

Click!

He had a headache, put his hand on his forehead, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he snatched the puff pastry from Chang Sheng's hand, without looking at him, and said, "Don't eat too greasy food at night."

What's more, facing a large area of ​​grave bumps, he has a good appetite.

Chang Sheng looked at the meringue pie that had been eaten by him with only one bite left, took out a square handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his hands, and thought that Kunyu wouldn't dare to say that about him when he came down, it would be like a woman's foot wrap The same existence, smelly and long.

"hungry."

Jiang Ruo threw the thing down without hesitation, rolled his eyes, as if he became the bad person in Yan Yugui's eyes again, and said angrily, "Aren't all gods Bigu?"

Hungry you uncle!

"Ordinary gods will practice bigu." Chang Sheng stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "Someone is coming, you stay here, I'll go and have a look."

"Hey!" Jiang Ruo almost exploded, only to see him disappearing into the distance together, leaving himself alone facing Man Ye.

Will Ruo: "..."

There is a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not.

Standing silently in the desolate and dilapidated wormwood field, Changsheng stepped on the tip of the grass and flicked his sleeve, "Who are you?"

The man in white smiled lightly, cupped his hands and bowed, and said, "Su Weimian in the cloud, I have met the Xuanqing God."

These days, are Yaojun worthless? They are everywhere.

Chang Sheng glanced at him suspiciously, and said, "I don't know why Su Jun brought me here?"

"For Lindu."

"You know?" Chang Sheng leaned down in front of him, his eyes clear, and said, "What is the head of the tomb?"

"Su doesn't know for sure, but he can probably guess that it has something to do with the Yao Temple that day."

Changsheng frowned, "The temple that was destroyed?"

"The emperor misunderstood, that is not a temple, but an ancestral hall." Su Weimian squinted and smiled, and emphasized again: "The Su family's ancestral hall."

Changsheng: "!"

"What is enshrined inside now is..."

"Father and mother." Su Weimian was silent for a long time before continuing: "The ancestors of the Su family practiced medicine and hung pots to help the world. Because of this, my father and mother got married and settled in Lindu. After their death, they were enshrined."

If he is worshiped because of this, it is really difficult to be recorded in the book. After all, there are as many Sanxians in the Nine Heavens as Douzi. However, compared with the Yao Temple that day, Changsheng is more interested in why Su Weimian became a demon, but he can't ask rashly.

Su Weimian went on to say: "My father and mother wandered half their lives, and they worked tirelessly in their later years. Now that something happened in the capital, I feel very guilty, but I hope that God can help, and I am very grateful."

Changsheng waved his hand, secretly saying that he still cares about all sentient beings, Su Weimian bowed and retreated slowly.

Jiang Ruo stretched out his chopsticks and knocked down the spicy chicken feet in his hand, the sauce splashed all over the table, Chang Sheng frowned and glared at him, and found another one on the plate.

Jiang Ruo looked at him almost desperately, and said in a dying struggle: "Can you look a little fairy?"

Changsheng glanced at him, thinking that this guy might have misunderstood the gods, but he didn't bother to pay attention, and gnawed on his chicken feet, and in the blink of an eye, a plate of chicken feet had already been eaten.

Chang Sheng threw away another handkerchief, looked at him with his chin in his hand, and said bluntly, "Su Weimian in the cloud, do you know him well?"

Jiang Ruo calmly and gracefully took a sip of crucian carp soup, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "It's okay...you left to see him that day?"

Changsheng's eyes flashed, and while pointing his finger at his attitude, he said, "How is it? What do you think of this person?"

"I don't have a close relationship, is there a problem?" The two of them seemed to have a good relationship before, why did they turn their faces and deny anyone after sitting in the right seat?

"The yin and yang are strange, and they have plans."

Jiang Ruo remained silent, looked at him for a while, and said, "Who hasn't made any plans yet."

Chang Sheng immediately changed his tone and said, "Then what are you plotting by staying by my side?"

"I'm just seriously injured and have nowhere to go."

Changsheng is silent, heh, I believe you.

Jiang Ruo took another sip of the soup calmly, then followed Changsheng to the cemetery and continued to stay, watching for four days in a row.

On the last day, Chang Sheng felt that this group of people was not enough to torment him, so he took Jiang Ruo Bian back to Jiuchongtian.

"He wants a mysterious card?" Tianjun frowned as he looked at the people below the steps.

Gong Yanye leaned over, and said in a calm manner: "Shenjun thinks that the matter of Lindu may involve the devil world, so he wants to go to the Qilin Pavilion and hope that Tianjun will make it happen."

Tianjun thought about it seriously, and finally threw down a mysterious card to Gong Yanye, saying: "You remind him that there are some things in the Qilin Pavilion that he should not touch."

Gong Yanye nodded, and then took the Xuan Pai to Changle Xuanqing Mansion.

Qilin Pavilion, the most mysterious library in Jiuchongtian, is usually only guarded by an old man, but without the permission of the Tianjun Xuanpai, even if he goes to heaven or earth, he will not be able to enter a library.

The black glazed tiles are solemn, the red pillars and carved window rails are elegant, and the colored paintings on the top of the hall are painted in calligraphy and ink, creating a calm and long-lasting artistic conception, and surrounded by clouds and mist, it is a magnificent collection of books.

The Qilin Pavilion is different from other book collection pavilions. The books here are forbidden/books from the six realms, or evil books, so Tianjun is extra cautious.

Changsheng handed over the mysterious card, and then went straight to the ninth floor of Qilin Pavilion.Book slips were piled up, and the beasts tattooed on the black cloth bag were nothing more than unicorns and white tigers. Changsheng fingers opened the jade plaques one by one, and finally took out a book, and opened it slowly.

On the bamboo slips, there are many places surrounded by cinnabar, and the first one is the word "spirit devouring". After a quick glance at Changsheng, it was mostly words "cannibalism" and "soul-swallowing". After putting it down, he pulled it out again. Another volume.

A few hours passed in a daze, and he flipped through all the books on the wooden shelf on this side, big and small, but he couldn't find what he wanted. Changsheng had a headache, rubbed the center of his brows, turned around and went down the Qilin Pavilion Nine layer.

Thinking all the way, but when he was on the third floor, he caught a glimpse of a pile of cloth bags tied with red tassels in the corner from the corner of his eye. Festival red tassels.

The word "Fen Dao" is written on the cinnabar pen, which is particularly eye-catching.

He frowned, hid the book in his sleeve, asked for the mysterious card, and left Qilin Pavilion.

When he came back, Jiang Ruo was lying under the maple tree peeling lychees and eating them. The lychees looked tender and juicy, and Changsheng sat beside him without saying a word.

"What did you find?"

"There is no trace." Changsheng swallowed a mouthful of lychee, resting his chin in one hand, panicking from boredom, "But I might go to the Demon Realm."

Jiang Ruo peeled the lychee and handed it to him, "Do you want me?"

Changsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he crossed his legs and leaned over to look at him, "You also want to join in the fun?"

"I have nothing else to do, so why don't you help me? It's just a matter of personal preference. Besides, I'm familiar with the road to the Demon Realm."

Changsheng was choked, and he looked at him with his forehead for a while, and said helplessly, "Jiang Ruo..."

Can you stop clinging to his 'Lu Chi' attribute, it's embarrassing.

Jiang Ruo said, "Is it embarrassing?"

"Ah."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and shared the rest of the lychees.

Chapter: ☆, Dance of the Photos ([-])

The author has something to say: The big man in women's clothing, the blind walk

The sky is blood red and the earth is on fire.

The strong and sad manjusawa are in full bloom, and the full moon shines brightly, making the whole demon world a bit unreal.

In the dead bones, the wind was blowing, even though he had used the spell once, Jiang Ruo was still a little dizzy, after a short recovery, he realized: Longevity is gone!

"Longevity!"

The crimson earth smelled stench, and black crows haunted the dead bones.Jiang Ruo supported the tree with one hand, shook his head, and thought that this "shrinking the ground and traveling at the same time" has too many disadvantages, so it can't be used anymore.

"Longevity..."

"Are you looking for me?"

There was a splinter behind him, and Jiang Ruo turned around, slightly surprised when he saw him.

Changsheng broke off the dead branches and played with them in his hands. The black robe was a bit loose. It was the first time Jiangruo looked at him so carefully, only then did he realize that although he used to smile at him, there was always a little playfulness in his clear peach eyes. More often, he looks at people lightly, but with warmth.

Changsheng lifted his coat and hat, looked down at him, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Does it look like it?"

Jiang Ruo couldn't help but glanced at him again, and said seriously, "Like."

Isn't that right? Dressed in black, black hair braided, red tassels hanging down, and the seemingly evil smile at the corner of his mouth, who would have thought that the person in front of him was a god like the moon and breeze in the nine heavens.

The corners of Changsheng's mouth were raised, and a smile was written in his eyes. Then he hooked his fingers and led the person inside, "Today is a coincidence. The Demon Realm is conducting a moon festival. This is a good opportunity to get close to the Demon Lord."

"Moon Festival?"

"You don't know?" Changsheng looked at him in disbelief, "I thought you were familiar with the demon world?"

When Jiang Ruo heard the words, he felt uncomfortable. When did he get involved with the demon world again?I don't have any relatives of my seven aunts and eight aunts who are on duty in the devil world. Changsheng's conjecture is really illogical.

Chang Sheng patted him on the shoulder and explained: "The moon sacrifice is the most solemn sacrificial ceremony in the devil world. At this point in time, almost all the people from the devil world will gather on the magic platform, and then the high priest selected by the ten elders will be in the magic world. The platform dances the 'Dance of Chasing Lights', the upper part is the Demon Lord, and the lower part is the Universal Demon."

Jiang Ruo paused and said hesitantly: "You just said... this is a good opportunity to get close to the devil?"

"Yes."

He looked puzzled and asked tentatively, "Playing the high priest?"

Chang Sheng clasped his hands together, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Smart!"

General Ruo Fu's forehead, let's not talk about how he could steal the high priest in exchange, just the "dance of chasing photos", this is to be danced in public, isn't Changsheng afraid of being exposed?

Changsheng smiled, "Ann, the Dance of the Lights on the magic platform must wear a mask, no one will be able to see that the high priest has been swapped."

Jiang Ruo couldn't look directly at him, so he thought for a while before asking, "What are you going to do with the Demon Lord?"

"He probably knows what 'Tomb Head Hui' means."

"Yeah." Jiang Ruo nodded, and suddenly grabbed his sleeve again, with a strange expression on his face, "Why do you feel that you know so much about the devil world?"

Chang Sheng looked calm, turned around to look at him unexpectedly, and said inscrutablely: "Because... I am also a demon."

Jiang Ruo was taken aback, Chang Sheng suddenly slapped him, and laughed loudly, "Just kidding, have you seen the sea of ​​flowers on the other side?"

Jiang Ruo glanced at him suspiciously, and then looked in the direction he pointed, only to see a sea of ​​blood, Chang Sheng said: "There is a magic platform hidden in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, you go and stay there, don't let them find out As long as you are an outsider, be ready to respond."

Jiang Ruo looked carefully at the sea of ​​flowers again, but the person beside him had disappeared.

Thirty feet away from the magic platform, people like ants stood densely, and some even rode their mounts floating in the air, just to witness this flourishing movement with their own eyes.

Clouds and mist lingered, on the phantom platform several feet high, the pillar of fire hissed, and there were faint figures hidden in the clouds and mist. Many people looked forward with twisted necks, and Jiang Ruo was very grateful that he was standing in front.

The clouds and mists cleared, the flames roared, and the high priest in red clothes stood on the phantom platform made of black jade. The wind slightly raised the broken flowers of the other shore, and the fireworks-like sacrificial clothes were inlaid with complicated golden ancient patterns. , silver string tassels swaying, carrying the mystery of Wushan clouds and mist, moonlight flowing, reflecting the mask, making people unable to see the real face of that person.

The fan is covered with indigo-colored jade gauze, the fan bones are white, and it is slowly unfolded. The people on the magic platform are stepping on the other side of the mother-in-law, and the golden inscriptions are floating. His movements are smooth and natural, dancing gracefully in the moon, with an elegant gait.

The folding fan rotated, but it never left the finger of the man. Everyone looked at the man on the stage almost greedily.

Jiang Ruo suddenly frowned, pressed his hand on his heart, and murmured: "Longevity..."

He seemed to want to engrave this name in his heart. He had had enough of the joys and sorrows of the two lives.The blood clotted, soaking the blood in Ruo Ruo's eyes, staring at the people on the illusion platform.

How to meet each other can only be sent to this life.

After the photo-by-photo dance, shouts mixed with whistles came wave after wave. Changsheng squinted his eyes and saw the red in the vast crowd, but found that his face was in pain. , a man in black approached beside him.

Changsheng glanced at Jiang Ruo again, then put the folding fan in the man's hand, and went with him to meet the Demon Lord.

The huge phantom platform soon dispersed, and under the star river three thousand miles away, everyone was hearty, toasting each other, someone caught a few drinks with one person in a daze, suddenly shook his head, and said in surprise: "Huh? Didn’t the High Priest go to see the Demon Lord? Why did he come back so soon?”

The man who was being questioned smiled lightly, hooked his fingers around the wine cup, and said with a smile, "Who knows..."

There is still one person remaining in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and the bright moon is also buried in the clouds at this time. The magic moon platform after the bustling and fading is still mysterious.

"There's something wrong with you just now."

"Huh?" Jiang Ruo looked up at him, and said, "Is there? You read it wrong."

Changsheng hesitated to speak, he really didn't know whether he should tell him about the poison in his body, after thinking about it, he picked him up from the ground and hurried back to Lindu.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Ruo looked at him sideways, as if he just came out of the devil world, he rubbed his eyes from time to time, and didn't stop all the way.

"Hmm." Chang Sheng raised his hand and rubbed again, his eyes were sore, "I was burned by the fireworks."

Jiang Ruo was taken aback, thinking of the gloomy Changle Xuanqing Mansion slightly, he understood something in his heart, took off the wristband in his hand, and covered his eyes, "Close your eyes, I will take you along this journey."

"Hmm." Changsheng didn't resist either. After all, the fireworks on the magic platform were too intense, although he tried to avoid it as much as possible.The wristbands on his eyes were still warm, and Changsheng rubbed them with his fingers for a moment, feeling that the fabric was much better than the ones in Jiuchongtian.

Jiang Ruo covered his right hand with his sleeve, stretched it out in front of him, and said, "I offended you."

Chang Sheng tilted his head slightly, only listening to his voice, his eyes were completely closed, so he didn't know what he was going to do, for a moment, he clasped his hands, and through a layer of cloth, Chang Sheng felt that his palms were sweating.

It's not the first time holding hands, let alone through the clothes, why is this kid still nervous?

Chang Sheng frowned, the two of them were silent along the way, after a long time, he yawned, curled his lips and said to his side: "Can you stop looking at me?"

Jiang Ruo looked at his face seriously, without blushing or heartbeat, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't look at you..."

Changsheng: "..."

Then don't watch it.

Jiang Ruo smiled silently, and then said, "Did you find out anything?"

"About the tomb head?" Chang Sheng rubbed the tip of his nose and yawned, "That's an ancient technique that can be used to summon long-dead souls."

"It's been a long time, shouldn't it be reincarnation?"

"That's why..." Chang Sheng wrinkled his nose and sighed: "It's all a lie, and I don't know who would believe this kind of thing and take advantage of a city's people."

If you think about it, what kind of obsession is it that you want to drag people back into reincarnation? This is clearly revenge.

Chang Sheng seemed to know what he was thinking, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder as soon as he raised his hand, but he couldn't find a seat, so he missed it, and said with a coy smile, "So this kind of person is really..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, pulled off the wristband covering his eyes, and said coldly: "The smell of the dead."

What does it smell like?

Before Jiang Ruo could smell the strangeness, the person beside him had already thrown the wristband to him, turned around and walked towards the secret passage.

The curved dark passage was deep and endless, and after a few rounds, he arrived near the Tianyao Temple. Looking at the dead bodies all over the ground, Jiang Ruo gasped.

not far