The demon has basically disappeared five hundred years ago, leaving only the vulnerable people who dare not do anything more, hiding in the once deserted Luodu and being partially damaged, and now the cultivators have long forgotten the ancient word - demon.

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Ji Huan leaned on a window of the spring breeze brothel, and the bright eyes under the moon looked at the back alleys and streets where no one walked, and the prince Zhaoming, who was often frequented, did not come on time these days, she didn't know whether to hide in the house and be sad, or go to the noisy place at the front gate to wash away the boredom, and her ears were filled with the prophecy of "bamboo blossoming and demon killing in May" in the streets and alleys in the past few days.

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Since Prince Zhaoming came out of the yamen, he broke up with Qi Xuanyao and others, and after returning to his own mansion, he sent an extremely reliable subordinate to store the city, and sat quietly in the moonlight alone, thoughtful.

The strength of the masters in the mansion is uneven, and he is generally a diner, he is the prince of an orthodox dynasty who opposes the common people as cultivators, and the relationship with the cultivators in the mansion is slightly bad, which also leads to no one to protect him outside, only inside, he doesn't care.

Because he has always had a certain estrangement in his heart towards cultivators, this night was full of stars, which could not light up the heart of a king, and he sat in one place and recalled everything that happened not long ago, from the bandit robbing the girl to go up the mountain, to admitting his guilt after making a false quibble, and then to Qiu Songhe respectfully returning the city lord's seal, and suddenly there was a feeling of unease.

Prince Zhaoming, who was accustomed to sitting on the stone steps, remembered at this moment the beautiful woman who had not been visited for several days, so he got up and stood up straight, and asked the servant to open the door that had just been closed, and then walked out of the mansion out of the street into the familiar alley, where there was no one on a moonlit night, and he remembered that there was a brewer at that cul-de-sac, and every time he poured good wine that had just been boiled out of the altar. Straddling a very delicate gourd around his waist, his sloppy body walked listlessly.

When he came to a thatched house that was not big or small, he stopped to see the undamaged house, the lights were still on, he walked up happily and pushed open the door of the bamboo row, and there was a familiar voice inside.

"Hey, old man, have you boiled your wine well, I didn't drink any wine when I came to the third watch in the middle of the night, didn't you tell me? Even if it is sold out today, you will leave me a gourd, and now there is no pot, and even a glass is left over from you, so you don't keep your promise, then I don't have to pay back the wine money I owed you last time." "A drunkard dressed in egg-blue clothes sat next to the lid of the steamer, with two long swords behind him, unkempt, and his right hand was tilted high into the gourd, the bottom of the gourd was facing the sky, and the mouth of the gourd was facing his own mouth, shaking a few times, dripping the pitiful few drops of cherished elixir and jade dew.

"It's you, Jiu Bi!" Prince Zhaoming said in surprise.

Jiudian turned his head to look at the visitor, smiled, stood up, greeted him, and said, "Yo, I didn't expect us to meet again, and we are still in the wine shop, and confidants are rare." ”

Prince Zhaoming politely said: "How much money do you owe to the wine seller, I'll pay it back for you." ”

The wine said: "There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence." I know you're a super noble person, and you're not short of this money. If you can get drunk with me tonight, that's the real love. ”

"Huh. "Prince Zhaoming's wine is bought in this wine seller's wine shop, and the wine seller knows that he is so freshly baked wine, and he is the most picky guest. But every time he buys wine, he is very generous, and he can live for a few days by buying a jar of silver taels a day, and the wine seller is very fond of customers who have a lot of money and do not owe money.

Prince Zhaoming came and said, "That's good, let's not get drunk, let's drink enough tonight." ”

The old man, who was still looking at the firewood steaming wine, raised his black face to look at the big nobleman, hurriedly said hello, and then said ashamedly: "Great nobleman, today's wine will have to wait for an hour or two." ”

Prince Zhaoming has never encountered this situation, the general wine seller is to save a jar of good wine, put it on the wine steps and wait for the people of each wine bar to buy wholesale, there has been no broken loan, and it is guaranteed to leave a few jars to sell to himself, why is there no loan tonight?

Jiu Dian saw Prince Zhaoming's doubts and said: "Unlucky tonight, those officers and soldiers requisitioned all the wine for no reason, and the prohibition of alcohol may be announced tomorrow." He remembered that the four talented women died in the holy mouth of Longyuan of Confucianism, and that day the ground was covered with rain, and a large area was dyed red with blood, and his face was slightly pale.

He remembered a man in orange, whose sword was so fast that even the rain that fell from the sky could cut through it, and he said, "Prohibition is not allowed to pierce the intestines." ”

"Prohibition? What are you kidding, I don't know. Prince Zhaoming opened the cage of the wine seller and replied.

"Maybe that guy killed an important person somewhere? The wine said.

Prince Zhaoming began to ponder, as if he felt that there was a deep plan in Qiu Songhe's link.

When Prince Zhaoming slapped his thigh, he screamed, and the blood in his eyes rose suddenly. Furiously said: "Qiu Songhe, you played a good game of chess?, a big good game of chess, no wonder I felt suddenly wrong just now, I see." ”

The wine was very angry when he saw the high-ranking prince, and persuaded him: "Prohibition of alcohol is prohibition of alcohol, and it is a big deal to find a wilderness place to open a wine shop." And then sell it to yourself, that's a lot of energy. ”

As he spoke, Prince Zhaoming immediately ran into the dark night where no one had been around.

Jiu Yun quipped: "Why don't you get credit, didn't you say that you would invite me? at least leave the money before leaving."

Prince Zhaoming echoed from afar: ?" You come to the door of my mansion first, and I will give you money. ”

Prince Zhaoming understood at this moment that Qiu Songhe's requisition of this wine was not to issue a ban on alcohol, but to go to a claw chicken to burn the bamboo of the Black Sin Villa, so if you want to succeed in one night, you must use mellow wine to attack it with a wave of fire, and ensure that you can do it without waste, the first use is naturally to collect the hearts of the people who are killed by the letter bamboo in Chongguang City, and the second is to prove that the general is not a waste in his hands, and it is completely different from nonsense.

Thinking of these two things, it didn't make the prince too nervous, but thought about the third or even the fourth thing later. It makes him feel that this teacher who has been teaching since childhood is like a piece of ginger, the kind that is old and spicy.

He broke into the mansion, found a reliable servant, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a smell of blood, and when he entered the room, he found a man lying in a pool of blood. His panicked eyes were blank, and he stupidly looked at the place where it was placed in a dark grid, the wooden grid was prominent, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the jade seal had been taken away by someone else.