"You don't sleep well, you carry the burden, where do you want to go?" Shuofeng, who was sitting on the tree responsible for letting the wind out, looked at her amusedly.
Hua Qiangu trembled all over, and hurriedly booed with his index finger: "Don't mention that word!"
"Which word?"
"Ghost word!"
Suddenly reacting, he quickly covered his mouth and looked around, as if ghosts would pop out of his surroundings at any moment.
"Are you going to sneak away alone? You don't even bring that caterpillar with you?"
"My Tang Bao is not a caterpillar. I'm afraid it might be dangerous if I take her with me. Brother Eleven and Qing Shui will take care of her here."
"Then where are you going to go alone?"
"I'm going to Maoshan. It's not far from Maoshan. I'll be there in two or three days. I've already left a book for Senior Brother Eleven. Anyway, I'm going to separate from everyone for a while to avoid the limelight of the Ghost Festival. I'll pass on the book and meet up later. , otherwise everyone will be dragged down by me. By the way, why are the ghosts getting more and more powerful these days! Although we are only some people who cultivate immortals, but at any rate, the eleventh senior brother has strong mana and is considered a half-immortal. Those guys come here Floating away is not afraid at all!"
"Okay, have a nice trip." Shuo Feng lay on a thin branch, swaying up and down with the wind like a swing.
"Huh?" Hua Qiangu didn't expect him to be so straightforward, but was a little strange instead.
He shook his head and said, "Goodbye, be careful not to fall."
As soon as the words were finished, the branch Shuofeng was lying on broke, and he quickly turned over to another branch, staring at her.
Hua Qiangu looked at the sky helplessly, she really didn't do it on purpose, it's just that she was weaker.
Walking forward alone in the dark, I heard ghosts crying and howling wolves from time to time, and I missed my dog fur coat very much.
Holding the hilt of the Duan Nian Sword tightly in his right hand, and still holding the string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, blah, blah, blah, because I haven’t used it in Changliu Mountain for two years, and I haven’t gone to the temple to purify it. It was a bit moldy when I took it out. The hair has grown, and I don't know how much spiritual power is left.
The bell on the sword rang every time she took a step. It seemed ethereal and terrifying in such a deep night, but for some reason, it made her feel less scared, as if the master was by her side.
A few will-o'-the-wisps floating in the distance sensed her breath and slowly floated towards her. Then more and more will-o'-the-wisps gathered around her, forming a huge fireball, surrounding her in the center. The surrounding trees quickly withered, and she shivered violently, her hair and eyebrows had already started to freeze.
It's dead, I'm afraid only she can attract so many ghostly fires. If this continues, the blood flow and internal organs will be frozen by the cold flames soon. Hua Qiangu recited the formula silently, a stream of water shot out from her palm, extinguishing the will-o'-the-wisps in front of her.
But there was only so much fragrance-free real water she could use, so Hua Qiangu ran away without saying a word.
The river-like will-o'-the-wisps rushed behind her and chased after her, Hua Qiangu wanted to cry but had no tears, so she jumped up and flew up and down in mid-air. The countless will-o'-the-wisps followed her from time to time, pulling out long curves like the Milky Way, which was really spectacular and beautiful. But at this moment, Hua Qiangu was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, seeing a river in front of him, he plunged into the water from mid-air.
Sinking to the bottom of the water, Hua Qiangu held her breath and started her indecent dog-planing style. There are also some will-o'-the-wisps at the bottom of the water, but much less than those on the shore, because the water temperature is relatively low, they don't notice her existence, they float in the water, like shining stars, and the whole bottom of the water is like a boundless night sky.
Hua Qiangu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and strenuously swam towards the shore.
Suddenly a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and then the god disappeared again. what? Hua Qiangu looked left and right, feeling a little apprehensive, and hurriedly swam at the bottom of the water.
She faintly felt that her nose was itchy, and she wanted to sneeze but couldn't. There was something in her nose, but when she stretched out her hand, she pulled out a long, long strand of white hair and goose bumps all over her body. White hair? Not hers.
Bypassing a dark stone, the long white hair rippling in the water like seaweed suddenly covered her face, and countless hairs were inserted straight into her nostrils, wrapping tightly around her neck.
Hua Qiangu took a closer look, and saw that a big woman's head was in front of her, her face was soaked, it was full of swollen and pale flesh, she was grinning with white teeth, giggling at her non-stop. with. The two eyeballs were swollen like goldfish, half of which were about to burst out, and the blistered ones were obviously twice the size of the eye sockets and couldn't be inserted at all. The two nostrils were full of maggots, and the flesh writhed and struggled, as disgusting as it could be.
Hua Qiangu was so frightened that he closed his eyes and didn't dare to look any more, he just struggled desperately to float up, but was gradually entangled by the long white hair and couldn't breathe, all the formulas and spells were forgotten.
But suddenly something hugged her leg again, looking down, it was the headless body of this female ghost, holding her and pulling her down continuously.
Hua Qiangu couldn't hold her breath anymore, and gulped down water. This is the end of the game, if you don't get eaten by ghosts, you have to drown here first. Wuwuwu, that's fine, I'm also a ghost after drowning, and I'll seek revenge from you at that time!
Struggling in a panic, he suddenly touched the Duan Nian Sword, trying to calm himself down. As soon as the thought moved, the broken thought was unsheathed, and cut off the female ghost's long white hair, and cut off her hands.
Hua Qiangu held the Duan Nian Sword with his right hand, and controlled the water with his left hand to send out an attack wave at the female ghost. With the reverse thrust of the water, the Duan Nian Sword flew out of the river bottom and stopped on the bank.
Hua Qiangu coughed up water, if she stayed under the water for half a minute, she would drown and no one would give her artificial respiration.
She has been frightened by ghosts since childhood, why is she so pitiful!
Looking up at the will-o'-the-wisps slowly starting to gather again, she sighed weakly. Master, it's not that she deliberately didn't walk and use Yujian. If you don't run for your life, you will never see your beautiful and lovely little apprentice again. Who made her Yufengshu so much slower than Yujianshu!
Without saying a word, Hua Qiangu jumped onto the Duan Nian Sword, flew like lightning, and disappeared.
She was exhausted after a whole night of tossing around. The time has passed, the ghost festival has arrived, the gate of ghosts has opened, and there will be more and more ghosts and monsters.
Hua Qiangu searched for a long time, and finally found a ruined temple halfway up the mountain to stay, but she only dared to sleep on the beam. Thinking of the Taoism of Maoshan that Yunyin taught her, she mixed incense ash with water and drew spells all over the beams of the house. Regardless of the loss of true energy, a silver-white screen was formed around his body. In this way, at least her aura can be hidden, and ordinary ghosts can't see her.
If people knew that the head of the Maoshan sect, which is famous for catching ghosts and expelling demons, was so embarrassed by some little ghosts, it would make people laugh out loud. But when she saw a ghost, she just couldn't calm down, her legs trembled in fright, how could she remember how to exorcise ghosts!
In a daze, he didn't dare to sleep too much. Suddenly woke up by a sound of fighting. How could there be people in this wilderness, she squinted her eyes secretly, and saw a bunch of limbs floating into the temple from outside, she couldn't help gasping, his grandma, people say people want face, Trees need bark, are you amazing at being a ghost, what a cow! Can't he appear in a more normal and handsome image? Either missing arms or missing legs! Who are you scaring!
Huh... Hua Qiangu bit his sleeve tremblingly, not daring to make a sound.
I saw two ghosts flying to the temple to sit down and rest, but only their bodies and heads were resting. Their four arms and four legs were fighting in mid-air, and you punched me with a kick.
And one of these two ghosts has a big red face with horns, and the other is a skull with fangs. Sitting there with no hands or feet looks a bit like a human pig, it's really scary.
Those eight hands and feet scuffled in mid-air for a long time without deciding the winner. The bull head yawned, shook his head and said, "No more fights, no more fights, I come out to fight you every year on Ghost Festival, after so many years of fighting It's meaningless if you can't tell the difference!"
As he said that, the hands and feet automatically flew back and put them back on his body.
"Then what do you say?" The skull also withdrew its hands and feet.
"How about we try another method?"
"what way?"
"Isn't it advocated everywhere in the underworld now: to be a moral ghost, to be a cultured ghost, to be a ghost who is out of vulgar tastes?"
"Yeah, I don't dare to say if I have morals, but I must be a ghost with a cultural level, out of vulgar tastes, passionate, romantic and artistic!"
Hua Qiangu almost fell off the beam.
"Ah, bah!" Niutou looked at him contemptuously, "Then let's compete in rhythm today? Do you dare?"
"Okay, it's exactly what I want!"
Niutou pulled out a flute from his bosom with a whoosh, it was neither metal nor wood, black as ink, without luster.
But Hua Qiangu's eyes lit up, Wu Yanxiao! The famous flute in the music score of Qijuepu, it is said that this flute has extremely deep bass, extremely bright treble, and the sound is extremely strange, and ordinary people cannot control it. But how was it recruited by this minotaur? It seems that he came prepared.
The bull head started to play the flute, unexpectedly he was born thick and bulky, but his fingers were extremely nimble. As soon as the sound of the flute came out, there was a very high and very strange long howl, like a woman screaming in fright, it ruthlessly tore Hua Qiangu's eardrums, and all the ghosts within ten miles around were scared away.
Hua Qiangu hastily used his kung fu to resist, lest his mind be taken away. However, the sound of the flute slowly cleared down, as deep as the mist on the surface of the lake, with a soft tone, presenting the tranquility of green water and mountains. There is a sense of bliss in the freedom, and a sense of relief in the ease.
Hua Qiangu's heart suddenly flew up to the clouds, but when he heard the sound of the flute, it seemed to turn straight down again, turning into a whimpering sound like weeping. Hearing this, Hua Qiangu felt so sad that she couldn't control herself.
But the skull sneered, opened its mouth suddenly, stretched out its three-foot-long tongue, and spit out a small bird, standing on the tip of his tongue. The little bird coughed twice, and finally made a woman's voice, and sang faintly in response to the sound of the flute: "The bright moon is on the floor, the flowers are falling like embroidered flowers, half a cup of residual wine, the flute swallows people thin..."
The voice was extremely sweet and resentful, but it came from the mouth of a little bird, and the scene was really too weird and terrifying. Hua Qiangu couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
The two ghosts blew and sang, the louder they blew, the higher they sang, the more resentful they blew, the more miserable they sang. Hua Qiangu's pulse was fluctuating, she didn't dare to listen any longer, and quickly closed her five senses.
During the fierce battle, swords and swords were faintly seen, and the murderous intent was transpiring. Blood slowly flowed from the bull's head mouth, dripping down the black flute, and the sound became more and more strange and startling. And more and more birds were vomited out of the skull, covering every corner of the temple. A hundred birds chirped together, and the flute sounded against the bull's head.
But Niutou finally took advantage of the Shenxiao, and the last one pierced with a sharp sound, like ten thousand sharp swords piercing the skull. In an instant, the hearts and lungs of hundreds of birds exploded at the same time, and blood spattered everywhere.
Hua Qiangu's brain roared for a while, his true energy was lost, and with a plop, he fell off the beam.
(Quanben Novel Network)