The painted skin demon can change thousands of faces, Shen Zhixian thought it would take a lot of work to find her, but she slammed into the door by herself.
He didn't even think about it, so he put the painted skin demon back into the private room, and the painted skin demon covered his lips and smiled while making a shy expression: "Young master, don't be in such a hurry, and let the slave prepare well..."
Before she could finish her smiling voice, an awe-inspiring invisible sword energy slammed into the door with a swoosh beside her ear.
A few blue silk fluttered to the ground.
The sword light flickered slightly, and Yan Jin silently pulled out the half-palm-length sword and put it back into the scabbard.
The painted skin demon straightened up in an instant, and politely opened the door for Shen Zhixian: "Young Master Sui, Young Master Yan, please."
The little servants who were tied up in the next room were finally rescued by their late companions. When they came to deliver tea, they were a little cowardly. While cowardly, they poured tea tremblingly, and then they hurriedly retreated after pouring them.
Shen Zhixian went straight to the topic: "Yesterday you said the city of undead, what place is it?"
The painted skin demons felt that they were very concerned about the city of undead yesterday, but today I heard Suijian mention it again, rolled his eyes, but didn't answer, only smiled and said: "That Mrs. Meng is a serious child who never came out of the city of death. People, why, you didn't get anything out of her?"
Her attitude seemed to care less 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 them..."
Yan Jin silently unsheathed the long sword, rested it on the table lightly, and pressed his thumb against the hilt of the sword. With a little force, the sword could be unsheathed.
"Cough, the city of undead is not a good place. It looks good on the bright side, but it's actually a prison... Once you get in, it's hard to get out." If the two of you plan to go to the Undead City, please be careful."
"How to say?"
When it comes to the city of undead, the gentle smile on the painted skin demon's face has faded a lot, and he said succinctly: "Leaving there, it is said that there is a price to pay."
"What price?"
The painted skin demon casually used the tea cover to poke the floating tea leaves away, 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 - um, the tail feathers seem to be a little red, and they are pretty good."
Almost instantly, Shen Zhixian remembered the little Mao-chiu that came out of the small courtyard with difficulty last night, but unfortunately it was covered in mud at the time, and he didn't pay attention to the color of the little guy's tail feathers.
In that yard, there is a strange little Mao Chiu who can come out from there, and his identity is not simple, so I don't know what relationship it has with Madam Meng.
The talisman and the rust lock, Mrs. Meng who haunts in the middle of the night, the little Mao Jiu who escaped from the dead, and the undead city that is difficult to enter and exit.
It was as if an invisible thread tied them together.
Shen Zhixian felt that he had vaguely groped for a clue, but for a while, he was still unpredictable and could not verify it.
He shook the teacup in his hand thoughtfully, watching the tea leaves floating on the hot water stretch out, and asked softly, "A hundred years ago, it's been so long... That little thrush, that is, Madam Meng, what was that year? situation?"
He wanted to ask for 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 in the painting boat... I see countless people every day. , After so long, at this time, I have even forgotten what the girl looks like, how can I still remember a little bird?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yan Jin move her hands slightly, swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly sighed again: "Well, I'll think about it again, think about it again... By the way, that little thrush was already able to change shape at that time. Well, I occasionally see her in human form, pretending to be a girl in a painting boat, quite close to a guest... I don't know how much more."
The painted skin demon recalled, a little lost. At that time, someone came to the Undead City. She had heard something about the Undead City from a dead old demon. She didn't like the Undead City, so she avoided it. Just dodging and running away, where can I take care of that little thrush.
only vaguely remember...
Shen Zhixian put the teacup back on the table, and the crisp knocking sound pulled the painted skin demon back from the distant memory, and the charming beauty suddenly came back to her senses, with a hint of uncertainty: "Well, it seems that the little thrush is still making trouble. What happened, but I was busy running and didn't pay much attention to it."
The painted skin demon stood up, half complaining and half angrily saying: "Young Master Yan is so fierce, you don't care about him..." She sighed lightly, but she didn't care about the two of them anymore, and walked out in a graceful manner. door gone.
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Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin stayed in Yangzhou for the time being.
There is nothing more to ask from the painted skin demon. Mrs. Meng has been unable to get sick. Meng Yun doesn't know whether it is a reformation or a prodigal son. I only went for a walk when the store under my name had a last resort.
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 secretly disappeared day and night and walked into Meng Mansion to see that little Mao-chiu.
That little Mao Jiu was very afraid of dying, so Shen Zhixian let it hide in the small cave, and it really kept hiding there.
It just rained this evening, and the air was still moist. Xiaomaojiu probably took the opportunity to take a shower and washed all the sludge off his body, revealing his original appearance, he was jumping beside the rockery with his wings outstretched, and a little bird murmured in his mouth.
It seemed to be singing a little tune.
Shen Zhixian walked over quietly, made a silent gesture towards Yan Jin, and listened carefully to what it was singing.
Under the bleak moonlight, it staggered around in a circle, and the little redness on its tail feathers fell into the eyes of the two of them without any cover.
"Two love with eyebrows and hairpins, promises to stay together... Lang..." Xiao Mao Tweet seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, the tip of his wings tickled slightly, "Don't worry about Qingqing..."
Qingli and tactful, it was actually a female voice.
The sound is still familiar.
Although Mrs. Meng had spoken to them a few words, Shen Zhixian was very sensitive to voices, and she immediately noticed that the female voice uttered by this little Mao was very similar to Mrs. Meng's tone--the little thrush with crimson tail feathers, which was very similar to that of Xiao Mao's voice a hundred years ago. Mrs. Meng with the same appearance after the thrush turned into a human figure.
Shen Zhixian thought about it quickly, and analyzed the possible connection between them. The little thrush had finished singing this paragraph, and suddenly changed his tone.
"Lang ah lang... You are ruthless!" The voice suddenly became a little sharp, with anger and despair, the little thrush staggered and turned around again, stumbled forward a few steps, as if chasing What, "Don't go, don't go... Come back with me!"
The last sound rose suddenly, and Shen Zhixian shuddered abruptly when he heard its resentful and mournful cry, and pulled Yan Jin away: "Let's go, this thrush is probably not normal."
He had probably figured out something, made up his mind, and was not in a hurry to disturb the thrush who was singing alone. He pulled Yan Jin and left Meng Mansion without a sound.
They walked in a hurry, but they didn't realize that the thrush began to sob as it sang, and it was still a mournful 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.
A long sleeved robe with a graceful figure, her slender wrists stretched out, her fingers slightly spread, and she was vainly trying to hold on to something.
After that night, Shen Zhixian began to probe around purposefully. Nearby, he was in Yangzhou City, and far away, he went to several nearby hills, and finally caught a weasel who looked hurriedly ready 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 can be understood, but it makes no sense that there are no traces of monsters in such a far mountain.
There is a lot of spiritual energy in the world, and there are countless little monsters who have opened spiritual consciousness. Why does this place seem to be extinct
The two of them are sword cultivators, and their spiritual energy is cold, and the weasel felt the pressure on them and shivered: "Aiya, please forgive me, immortals, I have never harmed anyone, and I didn't even steal a chick. I've eaten... I'm really a kind weasel wow!"
Shen Zhixian picked up a trick and trapped it in place: "What are you doing like running for your life... Why are there so few demons around here?"
The weasel bumped into the barrier and couldn't walk, so he hurriedly turned around in circles: "Isn't it just escaping for life... There are monsters in Yangzhou City, and from time to time we will catch our little monsters to fight tooth sacrifices. If I don't leave, I will be caught and eaten!"
Shen Zhixian thought for a moment and motioned for it to continue.
Weasel said with a bitter face: "In the past few years, a terrifying monster has appeared in Yangzhou City, and every once in a while it will attract many wandering spirits and little monsters... Those attracted to the past will not come back! They must be eaten. Lost!"
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, who knows where Are you going to be caught and eaten in one day? I really haven't done anything bad. Immortals, please do well and let me go... "
Shen Zhixian untied the barrier, and it hurriedly bowed to the two of them, thanking him for his life, and hurriedly ran away.
Looking at the back of it leaving in a hurry, Shen Zhixian's eyes flashed with contemplation, turned his head to look at Yan Jin, and said softly, "A Jin, you may be preparing to fight."
Shen Zhixian began to study the formation method.
He made up his mind to get rid of that weird little yard in Meng Mansion first. After a few days of investigation, he has basically been able to determine that there is a monster in the yard, and he will use the magic charm every once in a while, attracting many monsters to devour them.
That monster devoured wildly, perhaps to enhance its own strength, or perhaps for other reasons... In short, Shen Zhixian would not allow it to continue to exist here.
When the talisman can no longer attract the little monsters and wandering spirits, who knows what the monsters will do
When Yan Jin first came out of the arena, her qualifications were still inexperienced, so she always had to toss. This time to kill the people, it was also an experience.
The formation was to prevent the demonic energy in the small courtyard from overflowing and harming ordinary people, so it was arranged around the Meng Mansion, concealing it so that no one would notice it.
Shen Zhixian only understands how to play, but it is Yan Jin. When he was in Qingyunzong, he learned the formation because of the trial of the mountain... The protagonist's golden finger halo is what he learns, but when it comes to formation, Yan Jin is the opposite. Is to do more.
After a lot of hustle and bustle, the formation was finally set up, and several days passed. Shen Zhixian took Yan Jin to watch the sky together at night, pondered for a long time, and finally figured out a moment - in the evening of tomorrow, when the moonlight is the weakest and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the thinnest.
Maybe it will be the weakest moment of that monster.
The two discussed it carefully again, and finally made up their minds and went to the painting boat.
Anyway, the painted skin demon is also a demon that has lived for hundreds of years. He can't fight. He should have some ability to save his life. There are not only monsters in Meng's house, but also many ordinary people. Just in case... there is a free labor force to use.
When the painting boat was approaching, a Pingting woman suddenly came out, wearing a veil, holding a long scroll in her hand, and was leaving quickly.
This figure was a little familiar, Shen Zhixian's mind moved slightly, and he gently pinched, and a gust of wind blew past, blowing the woman's veil, revealing a calm face - it was Mrs. Meng.
Shen Zhixian watched her leave thoughtfully, and folded into the painting boat.
When she was looking for the painted skin demon, she was picking up a pile of waste paper. When she saw the two of them coming over, she smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that Mrs. Meng just left."
The painted skin demon clumped up the waste paper and threw it into a brazier specially designed to burn waste manuscripts. The flames jumped up in an instant and devoured all the waste paper. When the flames were extinguished, she casually said: "It's a big waste. Kung fu, only to draw..."
Shen Zhixian asked casually, "What are you painting?"
"Mrs. Meng asked me to draw a picture of Meng Yun's eyebrows and hairpins for her. I'm afraid that after this fight with Meng Yun, we have to make up. It takes a lot of pictures to be satisfied, but I'm exhausted."
Shen Zhixian was thinking about tomorrow night's events in his heart, and he didn't care too much when he heard the words. He responded casually, and explained to her about tomorrow night's events. As he said that, he suddenly came back to his senses - eyebrows and hairpins
Wasn't that the word that the thrush hummed? !
The shrill voice of the thrush echoed in Shen Zhixian's mind again. He was startled, and suddenly stood up and walked out: "Something is going to happen!"
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I only came back on Saturday night. If I can't catch up with the update, I will update it together on Sunday. _(:з」∠)_
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