Demon Demon Town, Yuelai Inn.
In the Tianzi No. 1 room, the wind was howling and black smoke filled the air. Soon after, the black smoke gradually gathered into a human shape and hung on the soul lamp.
Before Zhang Jinjin could speak, the soul asked, "Who are you and why did you call me?"
"The next Zhang Jinjin is a wandering businessman. Your Excellency is Aguluo in the Demon Domain?" Zhang Jinjin's eyes did not blink for a moment, staring at the smoky human figure, as if he wanted to see the clues from his face.
"A... Gu... Luo..., I've never called me by that name."
"Then let's put it another way, is your Excellency Gu Qingqiao?"
"Qingqiao, Qingqiao," the soul said softly, as if the name combined happiness and pain, spanning a long time.
"How is it? What is it not?" The soul did not answer directly.
"If you are, I can help you get revenge." Zhang Jinjin gave him a sideways glance.
"Vengeance?" The voice was low, and the tea cups and trays on the table hummed like muffled thunder, with a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty in the end, "You help me take revenge, then, what do you want from me?"
Copper Coin was a little scared, and hid under the cabinet with a meow.
Zhang Jinjin is quite natural, Shi Shiran said: "I am a businessman, and I can make a profit. You can not trust me, you just need to know that my interests do not conflict with yours."
"Interesting." The words in the black smoke carried a hint of interest, "You are not small."
"I'm asking for wealth at risk. Alas, no matter how much, ah... Senior Gu Qingqiao, if you're ready, I'll cast a spell to transform you."
"Senior?" Gu Qingqiao was a little surprised, "I'm dead... How many years have I slept?"
"Not much, just fifty years."
"Fifty years..." Gu Qingqiao was silent. Fifty years, what an embarrassing time, is enough for a person to spend a lifetime, but not enough to forget a period of time. Alas, let's not think about it so much, I will return to this world horizontally and vertically, and there will always be a chance to see it in person.
"My body is destroyed, how are you going to resurrect me?"
Zhang Jinjin didn't speak, took the Qiankun bag and started to dig things out. I saw him take out a clean bottle, a medicinal pill, and a stack of spells from the Qiankun bag.
"Shaping water, sports pill, soul-fixing talisman? Young master here are all good things!" There was a lazy smile in the deep voice, "I now believe your sincerity a little bit."
Zhang Jinjin rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to the lotus plate.
Zhang Jinjin surrounded the lotus plate with a spell, pinched it with his left hand, and the Sports Pill immediately turned into powder, mixed with the ashes, and slowly poured the shape-forming water into the ashes with his right hand. Then he took a step back, chanted the spell in a low voice, and exploded a spiritual ball from both hands, which was poured into the lotus plate.
Like a drop of water splashing into the oil pan, the ashes on the lotus plate immediately churn, and the soul condensed by the black smoke suddenly flew down, spinning around the ashes.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the water-sprayed ashes were gradually crumpled into a small ball. Immediately afterwards, the small ball stretched out in all directions, and the head, body, limbs, and human figures slowly appeared. The black smoke melted into the body, the lotus plate gradually disappeared, and finally with a "snap", the flame of the soul lamp skyrocketed, from faint to bright, and a body was lying upright on the bed.
Zhang Jinjin's legs softened, he sat down on the chair in front of the table, and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Tonight is breaking the formation and rushing, and this transformation ceremony is more laborious than expected, but fortunately, it is finally completed.
Zhang Jinjin rested for a while, then stepped forward to check the body.
man in bed. The shoulders are wide, the waist is thin, the legs are slender, and there is no exaggerated muscle, but there is strength in the thinness. The emotion in Zhang Jinjin's heart has not yet formed, and a hand with slender fingers suddenly hit him. Zhang Jinjin took a step back like lightning, but there was no other action. The hand was already around his throat.
"It's you who should be worried now!" Gu Qingqiao whispered in his ear. "Believe it or not, I'll crush you to death now, and see who will do justice for you, a lowly mixed-blood demon?"
Zhang Jinjin had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with dark pupils, but when he looked closely at the light, there was a faint blue light flashing under his eyes, and there was a thin circle of gold on the edge of his pupils, which was a sign of the blood of the demon race.
"Aren't we the same?" Although it was difficult to speak, Young Master Zhang's peach eyes were still smiling.
Around Gu Qingqiao's eyes, the brown-gold light circle flashed away.
Suddenly, Zhang Jinjin stretched out both hands, held Gu Qingqiao's wrist, and the spiritual power surged out of his body, rushing towards the other party's sea of consciousness along the meridian of Gu Qingqiao's arm.
Gu Qingqiao's whole body shook violently, and he couldn't help but relax.
Zhang Jinjin's demonic energy was withdrawn as soon as he released it, and he knew it in his heart, and met Gu Qingqiao's eyes.
"Your magic crystal is gone."
Just like cultivating Taoism in the human world, it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforms it into spiritual energy through Jin Dan, and stores it in the sea of knowledge. Demons are born with magic crystals, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by Taoism will also be transformed and stored through magic crystals. Even demons have demon pills, which are all transformed by their own spiritual power. The ancient Qingqiao magic crystal has been destroyed, unable to transport the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like a waste person.
"Do you still want to help me take revenge?" Gu Qingqiao's tone was still lazy, but there was a sullen look in his eyes.
Zhang Jinjin was silent for a while, then hesitantly said: "There is a way, but..."
"But what?" Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows.
"The devil has a long life, and the magic core is innate. You have lost the magic crystal, and your body is no different from ordinary people. Even if I can give you something to improve your magic power, you still need a core to convert." He looked up. Looking at Gu Qingqiao, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's rest today and discuss this matter slowly."
As soon as he walked out of the room, Zhang Jinjin's frivolous smile disappeared. He winked at Mu Lin, who was guarding the door, and the two came to the next room. Zhang Jinjin lowered his voice and said, "Sure enough, the magic crystal has been destroyed. To restore his strength, he still needs to go to the south."
"Okay, I'll go." Mullin nodded.
"Well, hurry up and come back. Also take the opportunity to see what the old men want."
Mullin glanced at him and nodded: "We'll see you in Nanping." After speaking, he didn't go to the main entrance, jumped from the window, and disappeared.
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Gu Qingqiao slept in the inn until noon before slowly waking up from his dream. The dream was bizarre, and the sounds of various colors were mixed together in a mess, and it gave me a headache just thinking about it. Before I opened my eyes, I felt a fluffy warm object sticking to my cheek, and the small hairs were fluttering on my face, making it a little itchy.
Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, and the copper coin kitten was lying on the pillow, sleeping soundly head to head with him. He propped up half of his body and scratched his furry little head. Copper coin gave him a sleepy look, buried his head in his little paws, and continued to sleep soundly.
There are two sets of men's clothes on the table. Underwear, middle clothes, jackets, and vests are all ready-to-wear. They are all ready-to-wear from the shops on the street. Gu Qingqiao is also welcome, getting out of bed and getting dressed, his clothes, trousers and boots all fit well. As soon as he finished dressing, he saw Zhang Jinjin come in with the guy from the inn, holding a basket of steamed buns wrapped in oiled paper in his hand.
The guy put down the hot water basin in his hand, bowed, and exited the door.
Fang Jinjin looked at Gu Qingqiao with a smile: "Get up!"
"Well." Gu Qingqiao rinsed his mouth with green salt, picked up the cloth towel, washed his face with hot water, and sat back at the table.
Zhang Jinjin looked at him. The young man in front of him was in his twenties, with a thin body, pale complexion, and his eyes were as black as night. However, looking closely at the sun, the color of the bottom of his eyes was dark and red, and there was also a circle of gold around the pupil, but it was not obvious, but close to brown. The jaw line is tough and sharp, and there is a lazy smile on his lips, as if he doesn't care about everything.
Gu Qingqiao took a bun and ate it, and asked casually, "What are your plans?"
"Let's go to Nanping."
"Nanping? Why?"
"There is an old man there, and he has something in his hand that can help you restore your magic power."
Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows.
After eating the buns and wiping his hands, Gu Qingqiao followed Zhang Jinjin out of the inn.
The sun is shining outside.
It's been a long time since I saw the sun, Gu Qingqiao squinted his eyes. Although he didn't feel much in the past fifty years, his mood has really changed.
The two came to Linxian Tower. Zhang Jinjin had come here once in the morning, and listened to a book under the hospitality of Xiao Li. Now, he came again. The storyteller had already left. He still sat in his usual seat and ordered two trays of snacks and a pot of tea. , drink slowly.
Gu Qingqiao didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, so he just sat quietly and looked at the townspeople drinking tea around.
"Hey, have you heard? Last night, there was an accident in the mountains over the Demon Tower!" The voice at the next table was slightly louder.
"What happened?"
"This morning, old man Li in the west of the city went up the mountain to collect firewood. Unexpectedly, he saw three people lying in the grass, all wounded and bleeding from their seven orifices, and died unexpectedly."
"Yes, I heard it too. This morning, someone went to the yamen and brought the body back. My cousin who worked in the yamen said that it might be a group of tomb robbers who dug up the tomb and dug up the ghosts. The ghost chased after him and claimed his life!"
Gu Qingqiao looked up at Zhang Jinjin, and in his smiling eyes, he could see a hint of sternness. Those three people were obviously dead in the cave, but they were found outside the mountain this morning, indicating that someone had come to investigate last night.
A scholar-like person walked in in a hurry, holding a few booklets in his hand, and sat directly beside Zhang Jinjin.
"Here?" Zhang Jinjin asked lazily, "Did you bring the sample?"
"Yes, these are just a few of them, take a look."
What the scholar brought is a small picture album that is currently popular in the market. Each page is accompanied by pictures, and the following are stories, which are all strange legends and folk anecdotes that the common people love to hear.
Zhang Jinjin glanced at it and felt satisfied. He instructed the scholars: "First, print 100 copies each, and add more if the sales are good. Also, about the tomb robbers last night, you should follow up and write them down when the time comes. The place is a little off, and there are no big cities to sell. I will send other people over here to bring you some picture books from other cities, and let them take away the special stories here after you print them. In Fumo Town and several nearby small towns, you have full control over the business, and at the end of the year Dividends are divided into three and seven."
The scholar was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded and was ready to go to work. Excited for a while, the book did not hold steady, and with a "click", a booklet fell at the foot of the ancient green bridge.
Gu Qingqiao lowered his head and looked: the picture book was printed with a fighting scene, called "Lin Moyuan Immortal Master Fighting Demon General".
He stretched out his hand to pick up the book and looked at the scholar: "Can you show it to me?"
"Okay, okay, no problem. I still have it over there." The scholar was happy to sell his favor, packed up the rest of the books, and left in a hurry.
"Let's go, go back and have a look." Zhang Jinjin got up to settle accounts, and walked back to the inn.
Zhang Jinjin was busy all afternoon.
Mullin is not around, everything has to be done by himself. Now that it has been decided to go south, the business here must be well managed, and some things on the way south must be prepared in advance.
I wrote a few letters at the inn, hurriedly went to the letter bureau, and then went to the car and horse shop to hire a car and rent a horse, so busy that Mr. Zhang didn't touch the ground. He gritted his teeth while he was busy, this son is a rich and idle person, why should he fall into these mundane things
After finally coming to an end, Zhang Jinjin pushed the door and entered Guqingqiao's room.
There is no one in the room.
There is a booklet on the table, it is "Lin Moyuan Immortal Master Fighting Demon General" that I brought back at noon. The scholar's painting skills are good, and the story is clear and smooth. The book can be turned to a page, and it depicts the scene of the funeral: the green hills are faint, the funeral procession is covered in plain clothes, and the spirit flags are flying. People on the side of the road knelt down and wept bitterly. The following line of small characters reads: "One year later, the immortal master Mu was exhausted and let go of the world. Immortals and people all over the world are in pain. The long pavilion is ten kilometers away, and the people are all seeing off; the cottages and town halls are all crying."
"Meow~" Copper coin jumped onto the table and pushed Jin Jin's wrist with his small head.
Zhang Jinjin hugged the cat and went out.
Guqing Bridge is by a small river. The river is not wide, it flows down from the Demonic Mountain, slants through the west of the town, and winds away. There is a small stone bridge on the river. There are no bridge rails, just two wide slates. The ancient green bridge sits on the edge of the slate, with his feet hanging in the air, his eyes staring at the river under his feet.
He didn't know how he got here. I was in the inn just now and flipped through the little picture book. The painting is good but a little exaggerated, and I lack interest, so I flipped through it and saw that picture.
I heard Zhang Jinjin say last night that when fifty years had passed, he was already prepared. Fifty years have passed, so people may be old, but those who cultivate immortals have a longer life than ordinary people, and there are rumors that those who have attained the Tao can live a thousand years longer. Mu Xiyun, the only person worth remembering in his previous life, may have the predestined fate to see him again, even if only from a distance.
I also thought that maybe he forgot himself long ago and cultivated in the immortal sect; maybe he has found a Taoist companion, Qin Se and Ming. It doesn't matter, as long as he's doing well.
But now, there are only those eight words: "Weak back to the sky, let go of the world!"
Weak back to the sky, let go of the world!
Gu Qingqiao's heart was instantly empty.
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"So that means, we woke up at the same time?" At this time, Mu Xiyun was sitting on the grass, with his back against the plum tree on Tianji Peak, the sun shone on his jade-colored face, and squinted slightly because of the dazzling eyes. Eyes, like a lazy kitten.
"Yes! But I didn't know it at the time." Gu Qingqiao sat behind him, put his hands around his shoulders, and gently kissed the cheek of the person in his arms, "So I read the script that day, I..."
"Since you believed it, why did you still come to Evian Town?" Mu Xiyuan brushed the hair on her cheeks and turned her head to look at Gu Qingqiao behind her.
"I'm just..." Gu Qingqiao stopped, the person in front of him was smiling, his cheeks were illuminated transparently by the sun, and his rosy lips had a thin glow of water...
Hot in his heart, Gu Qingqiao gently pulled Mu Xiyun's shoulder with one hand, and stroked the back of his neck with the other hand. After two strokes, Mosuo leaned over and kissed his lips.
At first, it was just a light touch and a slow peck, but gradually his heart became hot, Mu Xiyuan couldn't help but let out a soft "um", Gu Qingqiao suddenly exerted force on his hand, holding the back of Mu Xiyuan's head, deepening the kiss.
The lips were intertwined, until both of them had difficulty breathing, and then the lips parted reluctantly.
"Well, why did you come to Evian Town?" Mu Xiyun stubbornly continued the topic.
Gu Qingqiao was a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head and kissed Mu Xiyun's cheek again, his eyes looking at the Baishui River in the distance.
"I just wanted to look at the place where you once lived. Here, I have the sweetest memories. I was rescued, and they must have something for me. At that time, I thought, no matter what kind of life will be in the future. , it doesn't really matter. I just want to go to the place where you lived again and keep all the memories in my heart. From that moment on, my life has nothing to do with me, only the memories of you are my everything ."
"Qingqiao..." Mu Xiyun's eyes were wet, he stretched out a hand, wrapped around Gu Qingqiao's neck, and pressed his cheek to his chin.
"What about you? Didn't you also hear that I was crushed to ashes, what are you going to do?"
"Me?" Mu Xiyuan's eyes were a little empty, and she leaned back in Gu Qingqiao's arms, "Elder Mo asked me to find my own chance, and I will probably only spend my life in a hurry. Walking in the world, It is the famous immortal Monarch Mu Xiyun, your Ah Yun will always only stay on the high platform at that moment..."
A drop of crystal tears rolled down his cheeks and was gently kissed by his distressed lover.
"Fortunately, we are all awake."
"Fortunately, we can still meet."
The two smiled at each other and continued to look at the sunset in the distance.
The sunset is red, the world is just right, as long as you are by your side.
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