Qi Yin stepped off the cliff and went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Building. Qing and Qingming and Yunzhi are sitting opposite each other across a small table. The two hooligans, Qingming and Yunzhi, never talk about etiquette. Only Qing He sat upright on the futon and brewed tea slowly. The white porcelain lotus petal tea cup was curled with faint white smoke. The man's fingertips were placed on the edge of the cup, making it more and more transparent.
Wufang banned food and drink, including tea, and Feng Huanshan’s uncle took the lead in committing the ban. Qi Yin opened the curtain and ran in, sitting cross-legged across from Qing He, "I have something to tell you."
"Just in time, I have something to tell you too," Yun Zhi sat up and pulled his shoulders. "Your cousin didn't come home, he's missing."
"Really missing!" Qi Yin was a little panicked. Yao Xiaoshan is the only child of the Yao family. If something happens to him, his aunt and uncle will die. Besides, Wu Tang also has an old lady, how can this be good? Qi Yin frowned and said, "My brother and I found a lot of blood in the Siguo Yashi room. The blood has been washed, but there is still a residual smell that my brother smelled. Five kinds of blood smells, exactly five people. "
He didn't say anything about his brother's little fish technique. His brother said that it was a form of divine consciousness, but that little fish could hear, see and smell, and sometimes he could perform spells, and he could do far more things than Taoist consciousness. There are many more, and it is the Wuluo secret method in the Bashan Temple. The fewer people who know it, the better.
Qingming grabbed a handful of peanuts and chewed it, and said, "Wufang is really a tricky place."
"It seems that the recent disappearance of the disciples of Xianmen may be related to Wufang." Qinghe lowered his eyebrows and pondered, "Tomorrow, the pig demon will be transferred to prison, and twenty disciples will be escorted, all of whom are the disciples of the four elders. Ling Fu opened the evacuation formation, leading directly to the forbidden forest in the south. You two and nephew Yun Lan will go back tonight to prepare, and tomorrow they will hide under the cliff of Tianzhu. I will disguise the three of you as Lingxi Lingmu and Yuan Yin under the seat of Yuan Yin. Lingjun, find an excuse to join the escort team and sneak into the forbidden forest."
"We disappeared for no reason, will we be found?" Qi Yin was a little worried.
"No," Qingming waved his hand, "it's not uncommon for those of us who have returned from Feng to skip a class. If we find out, I will use your name to bribe three concubines in Jinxi Town's Qunfang Wanqi Building to cover for you. Even if the Qunfang Wanqilou is found, the three of you will probably be kicked out of nowhere."
your grandpa's. Qi Yin felt depressed, the senior brother took the junior brother to act like a prostitute, this is a huge scandal. If it spreads to that guy Qi Lingshu, he will probably look down on him again.
Qinghe took out the Qiankun bag and poured out the three-sided silver glazed mirror, "You two have no spiritual consciousness, so we will use the glazed mirror to communicate. This is the mirror of the Xiaoshi mirror I sent. You can communicate in the ends of the earth, you must carry it with you. I I also made some demon-repelling sachets with absinthe inside. The demons hate this fragrance. They can keep you unimpeded in the forbidden forest. The forbidden forest is restricted by Yujian, so you can only go on foot. From the entrance of the forbidden forest to the elders of Yuanwei It is estimated that it will take about an hour and a half to dig the grave, open the coffin, and then restore the cemetery, which is three and a half hours in total. Every half an hour, you need to call and report your situation to us. position."
Qi Yin turned over the glass mirror curiously, nodded and said yes.
"This time, your only task is to bring out the elder Yuanwei, whether he is dead or alive. Once you find him, you will return immediately without delay." Qinghe said slowly, "But don't be too nervous, you guys The possible opponents to face are not only the forbidden forest and the demon, but also the Wufang disciples who may find the clues and chase from the rear, both of which are not difficult to deal with."
With his brother here, there is really nothing to be afraid of. Qi Yin is very confident.
Qinghe picked up the tea cup, nodded and smiled, "Two nephews, good luck."
The snow began to fall again, and under the deep pitch black sky, the snow flakes were as light as white velvet flowers. Fu Lan is sweeping snow seriously. He is a sincere person. There is no way to say that he sweeps three thousand steps. next level. He really likes sweeping snow, and the sound under the snow is very quiet, as if the heaven and the earth are whispering to him, saying those words that only gods can understand.
The black cat followed him step by step, occasionally rolling in the snowdrifts. They swept slowly and unknowingly reached the Tianzhu Cliff. Zhu Mingzang was lying in a black iron cage and counting stars boredly. There was a large lock around his neck, which connected two chains as thick as an arm, a pure black chain. It stretched out from the black iron fence and stuck it on two marble pillars on the cliff.
When he saw Fu Lan, he sat up and said, "Fu... No, Your Majesty, I knew you would come to save me!"
Fu Lan didn't lift her head, she still swept the snow silently. The black cat walked over slowly, snorted, and said, "Don't be too affectionate, who is going to save you stupid pig?"
As soon as Zhu Mingzang saw it, he gritted his teeth, "Fat cat, what are you talking about!? If you don't save me, what are you doing here!"
The black cat raised its chin towards Fu Lan, "You can't see if you have eyes?"
"Sweeping the snow..." Zhu Mingzang was so angry that his eyes darkened and said, "Fu Lan, you are the co-owner of demons and demons, but you are here to sweep the ground for mortals! You have no shame! You jumped into the Jialing River in early April and left without saying goodbye. You have lost ten pounds of meat, but your motherfucker is shoveling snow here!"
"Find a fart," the black cat sneered, "If you want to start a war between shemales, don't use a fool as a guise."
"Dead fat cat," Zhu Mingzang also sneered, "I still think you have nowhere to go, and I have tried my best to hide your whereabouts. Those Niubi Taoist priests added five thunders to me. Speak up. Who knew you..." Zhu Mingzang looked at Fu Lan's little daughter-in-law who was sweeping the street, and almost rose to the sky in anger, "Fu Lan, was your brain kicked by a donkey? Sweep the floor!"
Fu Lan still ignored him, this person has always been like this, he can't open his mouth like a gourd. Zhu Mingzang gasped for breath. It had already said that it was not my race, and its heart must be different. Fu Lan is neither a demon nor a demon, and is very unreliable. However, the short-sighted people in the southern border were shocked by his power, and they pushed him to the throne, hoping that he would defend the southern border.
Forget it, Fu Lan slaughtered the dragon anyway, he swallowed his anger and went with the flow. This is the first time that the Southern Border has a common emperor. In the past, all ethnic groups divided the land to be the king, divided the mountains to call the country, and the disputes continued. It seemed that they were about to unify the southern border, follow the example of the world to establish a state and establish a court. But who knows that this guy is handsome, but he is a real scumbag. .
He still remembered Jiugai Chuping, the patriarchs of the twenty-eight clans in the southern border held their first court meeting in Hengshan, and Fu Lan sat on the Dragon Bone Throne to preside over politics. He proposed to set up demon officials and demon servants internally, set up three princes and nine ministers, and raise an allied army of demons and beasts outside, waiting for an opportunity to occupy the world. From then on, the southern border would enjoy peace and not be afraid of foreign enemies. However, the short-sighted sparrows in Liangshan just wanted to rest and recuperate, and they didn't want to listen to Wang Ji and obey the center. The two sides fell into a dispute, and when Fu Lan was about to make up his mind, he found that he was buried in the case and fell asleep.
Sleep, sleep, just sleep every day. The court session was open for three days, and this straw bag also slept for three full days. As a result, the big government was over, and even the Confederacy was not formed. The various ethnic groups were as loose as ever, and each closed their doors to become the emperor of the earth, and only offered Fu Lan, the co-owner of the demon, as the clay god on the stove.
"Fulan!" Zhu Mingzang gritted his teeth and said, "As the co-owner of the demons, shouldn't you make the revitalization of the southern border a lifelong wish!"
The quiet man finally reacted, he turned around, his eyes light, "That's not my wish."
"What's that? Could it be the enchanting princess circling the court, the witch filling the room? Wine pond and meat forest, singing every night?"
Fu Lan shook her head gently, raised her eyes to look at the snowflakes, the air was cold, and her nose was sour. He remembered that many years ago in Wujiang Village, he used to sit under the wide eaves with the puppy wrapped in a big quilt, the puppy hugging the black cat, and the three of them waited for Afu, who had finished work, to return home. At that time, it was also such a heavy snow, and the whole world was covered with white. Whenever he thinks of pups, his eyes always become soft and tranquil, and he whispers: "My wish is to raise my brother to be plump and happy."
"Brother?" Zhu Mingzang's face was full of confusion, "Isn't your mother a freak who popped out of a crack in the stone? Where did you get your brother?"
The black cat gave him a sideways glance, and Fu Lan finished sweeping the snow here, and went out with a broom. Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhu Mingzang panicked and said, "You turtle, come back! There are so many demons imprisoned in Wufang Forbidden Forest, don't you want to die!?"
Fu Lan turned a deaf ear, the wind and snow were boundless, and the back shadow of the white coat was about to disappear. Zhu Mingzang suddenly thought of something, patted the railing and roared in a low voice: "Gui'er, haven't you been looking for a miracle? There is a miracle under the Binghai Tianyuan. Go and see! Is this news enough to change the lives of the Forbidden Forest monsters!"
The snow was still floating, but Fu Lan stopped. Zhu Mingzang breathed a sigh of relief when the white shadow suddenly disappeared. The next moment, Fu Lan's expressionless face appeared in front of Zhu Mingzang. Zhu Mingzang was startled, his neck suddenly hurt, and it was Fu Lan who held him tightly. This man looked thin, but his strength was so great that he could hardly breathe. Fu Lan looked at him with no emotion in his black and big eyes: "Are you lying to me?"
"The fate of the forbidden forest is in your hands, how dare I lie to you?" Zhu Mingzang clenched Fu Lan's wrist tightly, and said with difficulty, "When Ye Kuan first came to nowhere, he revised the formation of the forbidden ground and changed it to During the battle, there was a gap in the barrier of the forbidden area, and some of my brothers escaped from it. They told me that some broken stones with strange characters are often found in the river flowing out of the Binghai Tianyuan. The ones that came out are very similar. Fulan, haven't you always wanted to know what you are? You just have to go down to the Binghai Tianyuan and take a look. If not, you should come back. But if there is, you'd better find a way Rescue our demon brothers!"
Fu Lan looked at it for a long time, and finally said nothing and walked away with the black cat in her arms. Zhu Mingzang covered his throat and thumped the ground angrily, "Gu'er, sooner or later, I will cultivate better than you, and shove your straw head into your crotch!" With his head off and tucked into his crotch, the breath in his chest suddenly eased a lot.
In the distance, the sound of the piano sounded again, and Fu Lan stepped up the hanging steps, looking down at the vast darkness.
"Are you really going?" the black cat squatted beside him.
"Going," he said.
"Don't you bring the baby?"
"Xiaoyin is too weak and troublesome." Fu Lan said.
"Yes, miracles are dangerous, you still have to break the forbidden ground." The black cat scratched his nose and said, "Then you write a note for him, saying that we will be back soon."
Fu Lan took out a pen and paper from the Qiankun bag, wrote a note, rolled it into a small roll, put it in a bamboo tube and handed it to the black cat. The black cat bit the bamboo tube and left, only to return after a while. Fu Lan put down the broom, picked up the black cat, and said softly, "I'm about to jump."
He leaned back, the ink spread like smoke, head down, like a lonely and brilliant meteor, falling into the long night.