Kneeling and begging to break up

There is Xiao Xufu in the north, and Xiao Shentong in the south.The south and the north were the two most famous cultivators during the reign of Song Zhenzong, Emperor Zhao Zhen and his father.

The little Xu Fu in the north refers to Qi Bihua of the Qi family; the little supernatural power in the south refers to Zhang Tong from the Zhengyi Sect.The two were rumored to be miraculous, and because they had never met, there was a secret saying that the king does not see the king.

Qi Bihua sat down at the small teahouse, calmly listening to the story of little Xu Fu's catching a demon played by the people at the next table, and ordered a bowl of tea.

The big man next door spit and flew straight: "...so we all feel that these two people are avoiding each other. Tell me, they are both in this world." The big man gave a thumbs up, "If two people If we really hit the top, wouldn’t we have to fight for superiority, then the sentence ‘Little Xu Fu in the north, and little supernatural powers in the south’, wouldn’t there be only one sentence left.”

The scholar next to him fell asleep when he heard it. Along the way, the big man had told the story many times to the children along the road. It's time to grind out calluses!

The curtain of the teahouse was rolled up, and a handsome man dressed as a Taoist walked in from the outside.The Taoist looked left and right at the door, saw Qi Pihua with a white curtain hat, and walked straight to him.

"You asked me out yesterday?" Zhang Tong confirmed the other party's identity before sitting down on the bench in front of him.

Qi Pihua stretched out his hand to stop him: "Go upstairs, I've booked a private room." The eyes of the big man next to him almost set his hat curtain on fire, as if he was eager to come forward to inquire, but fortunately he had the foresight Set up a private room.

The two went up the stairs without any haste, following the guidance of the waiter in the store, and sat down in a separate private room. The waiter left after serving tea, leaving space for the guests to talk.

"I have admired Daoist Zhang's name for a long time," said Qi Bihua. The experience of being pampered in Qi's family and everything went well after he came out gave him a decisive character to speak out. Higher."

Zhang Tong's indifferent face could not help revealing a look of surprise: "Let's compete... I thought Daoist Qi came here for the Mocheng incident..."

Qi Bihua was puzzled: "Mocheng?"

Zhang Tong shook his head, looking a little ashamed: "It's nothing, since Daoist Qi didn't come because of this incident, then I won't cause trouble for Daoist Qi."

Zhang Tong concealed it like this, Qi Bihua couldn't help being curious: "What is it?"

Qi Bihua asked again and again, but Zhang Tong, who was originally embarrassed to speak, had to come out with a tray.It turned out that not long ago he received news from Guanzhong, saying that it was Mo City next to Chu City that he was visiting, which seemed a little strange.According to reliable sources, it seems that many talented and well-established cultivators entered the city, and no one has seen them come out since.However, it is not only monks who deal with Mocheng, but also ordinary people. According to these people, everything in Mocheng seems to be normal, and there are no strange rumors.

A hint of interest flashed in Qi Pihua's eyes: "Is that true? Have you checked it out?"

Zhang Tong shook his head: "No, along the way my Feng Jian Dao boy fell ill and couldn't leave him. It was delayed for a while, and I planned to go tomorrow..."

In the middle of the conversation, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Zhang Tong promised that a little Taoist boy with a smooth bun came in. He had a pleasant appearance and clever eyes. When I woke up, I saw that you were gone, the elder, so hurry up and take a look!"

Zhang Tong shook his head helplessly, and said to Qi Bihua: "This is the Daoist boy I was talking about," he lowered his head and said to Xiaodaotong, "Don't be rude, this is Daoist Qi Bihua from the Qi family."

Xiao Daotong blinked his eyes at Qi Pihua, bowed swiftly and said hello, then ran to stand behind Zhang Tong, looking clingy.

Qi Bi's interest in painting was completely attracted by the news of Mocheng. The Qi family really raised him very well. In order to prevent the demons from being entangled in them, no one in the Qi family dared to be harsh on this proud son of heaven, except Shengxian Apart from the pressure, there are no other demands on him, and he even responds to his requests.Therefore, for Qi Bihua, the competition with Zhang Tong was just on his own whim, even if he didn't want to compete again, it didn't matter.

Qi Bihua's change of mind made Zhang Tong unavoidably amused. He always felt that this proud son of the Qi family was well protected. Even though he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he still kept the child's disposition.Qi Bihua didn't even hide his intentions, so he simply answered them all without hiding anything.

After all, Xiao Xu Fu's character is still very guaranteed, Zhang Tong thinks there is no need to guard against him.

Both of them have a sincere temperament, and they felt quite speculative when they were talking. A good date turned into a casual chat. Not long after, Qi Bihua twitched his sleeves and made a soft and soft sound. The meow sounded: "Meow——"

Zhang Tong was surprised to see Qi Bihua take out a little black cat from the sleeve of his Taoist robe: "Do you still have cats?"

Qi Bihua twitched the little black cat's tail indifferently: "It's, it's not, this is my Qi family's mountain guardian beast, which has made a blood contract with the previous ancestors, and now it is invited by the patriarch Protect me."

Xiao Daotong, who was originally standing behind Zhang Tong, had glowing eyes, and he poked his head out to get a closer look: "Does it have a name?"

Qi Pihua stroked the back of the little black cat who was eating flower cakes happily: "Yes, she is called Miao Yao. She is older than me, no, she is older than my great-great-grandfather."

The little female cat, who was concerned about her age, immediately slapped Qi Pihua's wrist with her tail in protest.

Xiao Daotong moved closer again, his eyes sparkling: "Can I touch her?"

Qi Bihua said bluntly: "That's fine. In fact, the cat demon really likes other people to smooth her hair. You just need to be careful."

Hearing this, Xiao Daotong happily stretched out his hand to Miao Yao. The palm-sized little black cat held the flower cake, glanced at Xiao Daotong, and suddenly dropped the half-gnawd flower cake, and jumped back with trembling hair. In the sleeve of Qibi's painting.

Qi Pihua patted Miao Yao through his sleeve in confusion: "It's strange, Miao Yao likes other people to comb her hair very much. Maybe she is in a bad mood today?"

Xiao Daotong pouted and retreated: "Bad cat."

Zhang Tong scolded him in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, senior demon cultivator who has already cultivated the human form at that time, how can you let everything go according to your temper?" Some...indescribable taste.

Before being sent to the temple, Zhang Yao was also the young master of a small and wealthy family. When he was sent to the Taoist temple, he also heard the words of the previous temple master, saying that he was stubborn and could not die well, so he was sent to the temple to let him go. He avoided disaster.

Zhang Tong and Qi Bihua continued to chat for a long time, and they didn't take their leave until it was getting late.

Sitting in the private room, Qi Bihua saw Zhang Tong leaving with Dao Tong, and dragged the mumbling little ball in his sleeve: "Can you come out?"

Miao Yao crawled out of his sleeves, jumped onto the window sill and lazily licked his fur.

Qi Bihua stretched out his hand to smooth her hair: "Why did you suddenly change your temper today and don't want others to smooth your hair?"

Miao Yao happily turned her belly out so that Qi Bihua could massage her more carefully: "You mean that boy? You can tell from his face that this man has a dark heart and will not end well, so I don't want him to let me go smoothly." Wool, meow~"

The Jiuming cat comfortably showed its eight long fluffy tails and swept them on the window sill.She has practiced so far, and she is only short of the last tail before she can become a real nine-life cat and ascend to the immortal path.

Qi Bihua smiled and said: "Here again, your false hexagram, earlier you said that I have no chance to ascend to immortality! You look at it now? Who would say that I have no chance to ascend to immortality with my body like a celestial being? Isn't the little guy quite cheerful, but you also said that he is gloomy, tsk tsk tsk."

Nine Lives Cat is depressed: "...I'm telling the truth," Miao Yao muttered unhappily, "I really hope that you can devote some of your attention to cultivation to learning divination."

"What Zhang Tong just said about Mocheng." Qi Bihua withdrew his hand, left a gold ingot on the table, stood up and picked up the little black cat, "I'm going to take a look."

Miao Yao lazily stretched her waist: "You are so naughty, I told you your fate a long time ago, and told you to be careful, and you still like to run around so much."

Qi Pihua grinned: "Isn't there still you, Aunt Miao?"

The Nine Lives Cat meowed angrily and hit two Meow Meow punches: "Don't call me aunt, I'm still young!"

…………

Meteor in July, funeral in Mocheng.

The predictions of the cat demon turned out to be true, and Qi Bi’s painting of a magnanimous road to immortality was buried in Mocheng, and the one who was reborn from death was full of hatred. In the end, the evil in the world is not a painted skin that only befalls others. .

Immortal figures and immortal bones tainted with ghostly aura, fused with the resentment of hundreds of puppets who were also buried in Mocheng and imprisoned in the magic cultivator's powerful soul-calling banner, turned into beautiful figures and beautiful bones, lying on the fairy puppets The center of the formation.

Bi Hua took the body of the powerful demon cultivator who had been torn apart by him, and threw it into the raging flames, offering sacrifices as the last step in the creation of the fairy puppet formation.

The fairy puppets made by Qibi's painted corpses lay quietly on the ground, as if they were just sleeping, but the red-eyed painted skin ghost howled like a wounded beast in the sea of ​​corpses in Mocheng. Little Xu Fu of the Qi family is not alike at all.

The figure of the Nine-Life Cat fell quietly on the incomplete city wall of Mo City, and approached the crying Bi Hua. Its eight long tails swung in the shape of a demon fire, and a blurry figure was exposed beside the last tail. The shadow of her is the ninth tail she is about to give birth to.

"I can help you turn ghosts into demons and step on the road to the immortal world again, but...you have to cancel my blood contract and let me be free." Miao Yao licked his paw, "Make a wish to me, Bi Hua."

In Mo City, the hideous Painted Skin Ghost embraced the fairy puppet and made a wish in a low voice. The ninth tail of the Nine Lives Cat gradually condensed into a solid shape under the blood moon, and then turned into a phantom and dissipated in the next second.

Painted Skin Ghost sucked into the body of the fairy puppet, and had a body different from that of a ghost.Bihua, who became the painted skin demon, was born.

The author has something to say:

Miao Yao flaunts his teeth and claws: learn fortune telling!

Qi Bihua hummed: Don't learn.

Zhang Tong: What are you talking about with him? Shut up in a small dark room. If you don’t learn, you have to learn.

Putongren: Don't! ! !Doesn't he count as me after learning it! ! !Wow, the disgusting past life specifically tricked me!