It's Not Easy Being a Master

The Painted Skin Demon can change thousands of faces, Shen Zhixian thought it would take a lot of work to find her, but she bumped into the door by herself.

Without even thinking about it, he pushed the painted skin demon back into the private room. The painted skin demon covered his lips and smiled shyly: "Don't be so anxious, Mr. Sui, let this slave prepare well..."

Before she finished her smiling voice, a majestic invisible sword qi hit the door panel with a whistling sound next to her ear.

A few black hairs fluttered to the ground.

The sword light flashed slightly, and it was Yan Jin who silently put the half-palm-long sword back into the scabbard.

The Painted Skin Demon straightened its posture in an instant, and opened the door for Shen Zhixian politely: "Mr. Sui, Mr. Yan, please."

The boys who were tied up in the next room were finally rescued by their belated companions. When they came to deliver tea, they were still a little cowardly.

Shen Zhixian went straight to the point: "Where is the undead city you mentioned yesterday?"

The Painted Skin Demon felt yesterday that they seemed to be very concerned about the Undead City. Today, when they heard Sui Jian brought it up again, they rolled their eyes, and didn't answer. They just smiled and said: "That Mrs. Meng came out of the Undead City seriously. Why, you didn't get anything out of her?"

Her attitude seemed to be that she didn't care much about Mrs. Meng, and she didn't shy away from joking: "This Mrs. Meng is really loyal to Meng Yun. Not even the two of you..."

Yan Jin untied the long sword silently, placed it lightly on the table, put her thumb against the hilt, and with a little force, the sword would come out of its sheath.

"Cough, Immortal City, it's not a good place. It looks good on the surface, but it's actually a prison... Once you get in, it's hard to get out." The Painted Skin Demon raised his sleeve to cover his lips, coughed lightly, and said: "If you two plan to go to the Undead City, please be cautious."

"How to say?"

When mentioning the Undead City, the soft smile on the Painted Skin Demon's face faded a lot, and he said concisely: "It is said that there is a price to be paid for leaving there."

"What price?"

The Painted Demon carelessly pushed the floating tea leaves away with the tea lid, and took a leisurely sip of the tea: "I don't know, I only know that when I saw that Mrs. Meng a hundred years ago, she was just a little thrush Bird—well, the tail feathers seem to be a little reddish, which is pretty pretty."

Shen Zhixian almost instantly remembered the little Maojiu who struggled out of the small courtyard last night, but unfortunately it was covered with mud at that time, and he didn't pay attention to the color of the little guy's tail feathers.

There is something weird in that yard, and the little Maojiu who can come out of there has a different identity, so I don't know what relationship it has with Mrs. Meng.

Introducing talismans and rusty locks, Mrs. Meng who haunts in the middle of the night, and Xiao Maojiu, who escaped from the dead, can enter the undead city that is hard to get out of.

It was as if there was an invisible thread linking them together.

Shen Zhixian felt that he had vaguely figured out a clue, but he was still unable to figure it out for a while and couldn't prove it.

He shook the teacup in his hand thoughtfully, watched the tea leaves floating on the hot water unfurl, and asked softly: "A hundred years ago, it's been so long...that little thrush, Mrs. Meng, was a What's the situation?"

He wanted to ask more details, but the Painted Skin Demon smiled, and said lightly: "That little thrush is a bird raised by a girl who specializes in singing operas in the boat... I have to see countless people every day." Man, after such a long time, I have even forgotten what that girl looked like, how can I remember a little bird?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yan Jin move her hands slightly, swallowed, and hurriedly sighed again: "Well, let me think about it, think about it... By the way, that little thrush was already able to melt at that time. Occasionally, I would see her in human form, pretending to be a girl in a painting boat, getting quite close to a guest... I don't know how much more."

The Painted Skin Demon recalled, feeling a little lost.At that time, people came from the Undead City. She had heard something about the Undead City from a dead old demon. She didn't have a good impression of the Undead City. So I ran away in hiding, not caring about the little thrush.

I only vaguely remember...

Shen Zhixian put the teacup back on the table casually, and the crisp knocking sound pulled the Painted Skin Demon back from the distant memories, and the charming beauty suddenly came back to her senses, with a trace of uncertainty: "Well, it seems that the little thrush is still making trouble. Something happened, but I was busy running at that time, so I didn’t pay much attention.”

The Painted Skin Demon stood up, half complaining and half angrily saying: "Mr. Yan is so fierce, you don't care about him, Mr. Sui..." She said lightly, but she didn't care about the two of them anymore, and moved gracefully. went out the door.

……

Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin temporarily stayed in Yangzhou.

The Painted Skin Demon couldn’t ask any more questions, Mrs. Meng’s side couldn’t help her illness, and Meng Yun didn’t know whether he had changed his mind or the prodigal son turned back. When the store under my name encounters an emergency, I only go for a walk.

It is said that he is taking good care of his wife, but I don't know if it is true or not.

Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin sneaked into the Meng Mansion one night to see the little Maojiu.

That little Maojiu was very afraid of death, Shen Zhixian let him hide in the small cave, and it really kept hiding there.

It just rained this evening, and the air is still humid.Xiao Maojiu probably took the opportunity to take a bath and washed off all the mud on his body, revealing his original appearance, he was jumping around with his wings spread beside the rockery, chattering in his mouth.

It seems to be singing some ditty.

Shen Zhixian walked over quietly, made a silent gesture to Yan Jin, and listened carefully to what it was singing.

Under the bleak moonlight, it wobbled around in a circle, and the little red on its tail feathers fell into the eyes of the two without concealment.

"The two love each other with eyebrows and hairpins, and promise to stay together... Lang..." Xiao Maojiu seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, and the tips of his wings slightly hooked, "Don't let your heart go..."

Qingli and tactful, it was actually a female voice.

The sound is still familiar.

Although Mrs. Meng had only spoken a few words to them, Shen Zhixian was very sensitive to voices, and immediately noticed that the female voice from Xiaomaojiu was very similar to Mrs. Meng's voice—the little thrush with crimson tail feathers, the same as a hundred years ago. Mrs. Meng with the same appearance after the little thrush turned into a human form.

Shen Zhixian was thinking quickly, analyzing the possible connection between them. The little thrush sang enough of this passage, and suddenly changed his tune.

"Lang, lang... so ruthless!" The voice suddenly became a little sharp, filled with hatred and despair, the little thrush wobbled and turned around again, and stumbled forward a few steps, as if chasing What do you think, "Don't go, don't go...Come back and stay with me!"

The last sound rose suddenly, and Shen Zhixian shuddered abruptly when he heard its mournful and mournful cry, and pulled Yan Jin away: "Let's go, this thrush is probably not normal."

He probably figured out something, made up his mind, and was not in a hurry to disturb this thrush singing alone. He pulled Yan Jin and left the Meng Mansion quietly.

They walked in a hurry, but they didn't notice that the thrush sang, and then began to sob, and it was still a sad female voice.

The pale moonlight shone on it, casting a shadow on the ground, but it was not a small shadow of Mao Jiu.

It was... a figure.

Wide-sleeved gown, graceful figure, slender wrists stretched out, five fingers slightly spread, trying in vain to retain something.

After that night, Shen Zhixian began to search around purposefully, within the city of Yangzhou as far away as possible, and as far away as a few nearby hills, and finally caught a weasel that was in a hurry and was about to run away.

Shen Zhixian caught it and asked, "Where are you going?"

If it is said that there are many mortals in Yangzhou City and there are no monsters, then it is understandable, but it is unreasonable that there are no traces of monsters in the mountains so far away.

The world is full of aura, and there are countless little monsters who have opened up their spiritual consciousness. Why does this place seem to be extinct?

The two of them are sword cultivators, and their aura is cold. The weasel felt the coercion from the two of them and shivered: "Oh, my gods, please forgive me. I have never harmed anyone, not even a chicken cub. I have eaten... I am really a kind-hearted weasel!"

Shen Zhixian made a random trick and trapped it in place: "What are you doing as if you are running for your life... Why are there so few monsters around here?"

The weasel bumped into the barrier and couldn't get away, and anxiously turned around in circles: "Isn't it just to escape... There are monsters in Yangzhou City, and they will catch us little monsters for tooth sacrifices from time to time. If I don't leave, I will be caught and eaten! "

With a thought, Shen Zhixian motioned for it to continue.

The weasel had a bitter face: "In the past few years, a terrifying monster has appeared in Yangzhou City, and it will attract many wandering spirits and little monsters after a while... those who are attracted to it can't come back! eaten!"

There was fear in its eyes, its body trembled, and it begged: "There are fewer and fewer monsters around here, and the remaining monsters are gone. I don't want to stay here anymore. Who knows what?" I'm going to be caught and eaten one day? I really haven't done anything bad, please do me a favor, please let me go..."

Shen Zhixian untied the barrier, and it hurriedly bowed to the two of them, thanking them for their life, and ran away in a hurry.

Seeing its back in a hurry, Shen Zhixian's eyes flashed with thought, he turned his head to look at Yan Jin, and said softly, "A Jin, maybe I'm going to fight."

Shen Zhixian began to study the formation.

He made up his mind to get rid of that weird little courtyard in Meng Mansion first.After searching around for the past few days, he was basically sure that there was a monster in the yard, and he would use the charm to attract many ghosts and wandering souls to devour it.

The monster devoured it crazily, maybe it was to enhance its own strength, or maybe it was for other reasons... In short, Shen Zhixian would not allow it to continue to exist here.

When the talisman can no longer attract little monsters and wandering souls, who knows what the monsters will do?

Yan Jin just came out of the rivers and lakes, and her qualifications are still inexperienced, so she always has to go through a lot of troubles. This time, she was exterminated for the people, which can be regarded as experience.

The formation was to prevent the evil energy in the small courtyard from overflowing and hurting ordinary people, so it was arranged around the Meng Mansion, so that it would be concealed so that no one would notice it.

Shen Zhixian only knows superficial formations, but Yan Jin, who was in Qing Yunzong, learned the formations because of the trial mountain... The protagonist's golden finger aura is to learn what he can do. When it comes to formations, Yan Jin On the contrary, it is more effort.

After a lot of fuss and finally set up the formation, several days passed.Shen Zhixian took Yan Jin to watch the sky at night together, pondered for a long time, and finally figured out a moment - the moment when the moonlight is the weakest and the spiritual energy of the sky and the earth is the thinnest.

Perhaps it will also be the weakest moment of that monster.

The two discussed it carefully, and finally made up their minds to go to Huafang.

Anyway, that painted skin demon is also a monster that has lived for hundreds of years. It cannot fight, and it must have some ability to save its life. There are not only monsters in the Meng Mansion, but also many ordinary people. Just in case... If there is a free labor force, let's use it.

When approaching the painting boat, a graceful woman suddenly came out from inside, wearing a veil, holding a long scroll in her hand, and was leaving quickly.

This figure looked familiar, Shen Zhixian's thoughts moved slightly, and he made a soft gesture, and then a gust of wind blew by, blowing up the woman's veil, revealing a calm face - it was Mrs. Meng.

Shen Zhixian watched her leave thoughtfully, and turned into the boat.

When she was looking for the Painted Skin Demon, she was packing up a pile of waste paper, and when she saw the two of them coming over, she smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Mrs. Meng has just left."

The Painted Skin Demon balled up the waste paper and randomly threw it into the brazier specially designed for burning waste manuscripts. The fire jumped up in an instant and devoured all the waste paper. When the fire was extinguished, she casually said: "It's a waste of time!" It takes effort to draw..."

Shen Zhixian asked casually, "What are you painting?"

"Mrs. Meng asked me to draw a picture of Meng Yun painting her eyebrows and hairpins. I'm afraid I will make up with Meng Yun after this fight... I have to draw a lot of pictures to be satisfied, but I am exhausted. "

Shen Zhixian was thinking about what would happen tomorrow night, so he didn't pay too much attention when he heard the words, so he responded casually, and explained to her about what happened tomorrow night, and he suddenly came back to his senses as he said that - drawing eyebrows and hairpins ?

Isn't that the word that the thrush hummed and sang? !

The thrush's shrill voice echoed in Shen Zhixian's mind again. He was startled, and suddenly stood up and walked out: "Something's going to happen!"

The author has something to say: Friday and Saturday (8.2-8.3) to go to other places to take an exam, coo coo!

I only came back on Saturday night, if I can't catch up with the update, I will update it on Sunday. _(:з」∠)_

-----

7. Meme Chirp~

Thank you for all the little Kuoai who left comments;

Thank you cute 35276661 for the rocket launcher x1;

Thank you Xiao Kuo for the hand grenades: the name is too long to remember x1, Jia Jinjin x1, Jiang Yuanyuan x1, slightly slightly x1;

谢谢小阔爱们的地雷：柒澜x4、江昍x4；要有梦想x3、衔禅x3、33503273x3；你爸爸我x2、沃奇明亨遂便德x2、31342578x2；本少芳名金如兰x1、棉花球x1、4HF+SiO2x1、38844490x1、梨膏糖x1、「空白」x1、一口吞个柚子x1、我的小白兔123x1、很懒的鱼仙菇x1、38513193x1、卿本佳人x1；

Thank you Xiao Kuo for your nutrient solution:

呵呵46瓶；要有梦想、柒澜20瓶；噗略噗略12瓶；美丽的我、忘羡、洛子厌10瓶；葭葭7瓶；阿祯6瓶；梦醒@时分^O^、塞博、秋风旧5瓶；瑜丸、卿本佳人、农夫三泉3瓶；衔禅2瓶；花生蓝莓三明治、阿卿?、初曦、懵、念安、37679658、猫.Depp.猫、居北的忆笙、你爸爸我1瓶；

(づ￣3￣)づ╭叫～