Dragon Garden City

Jiangnan Yu Qiaotou

In this wind and rain, several generations have shouldered the burden of Zhenxing Longyuan City, step by step muddy, experienced several generations of changes, carried countless years of Jiangnan rain, the residual temperature of the summer night has not dissipated, and the autumn is already a little gentle and cool.

The night is as cool as water, the visitors at the temple fair come and go in a hurry, in this small bridge that is quiet at a glance, the sound of the wind at the bottom of the bridge, mixed with the crescent moon downstairs Sheng, the light of the long farewell, the moment of beauty.

There is a storyteller under the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, everyone knows that every time the summer goes to the cool autumn, the children from door to door like to sit on the locust tree leaning on the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, listening to the storyteller talking endlessly.

But that night, the gentleman suddenly came out from under the bridge, put the copper bowl that had been patched together in the east and west, under the moonlight, the most green shade, and then kowtowed three times to the locust tree, which made people feel strange and strange.

"Daxian, save my family Linglang!" The fat woman who was a little bloated, her shoulders trembled because of excitement, and half of the spring was exposed, holding the hand of the Taoist priest but refusing to let go.

It is also strange to say, although the fat woman looks full of meat, but her strength is amazing, and the martial artists who are standing not far away and watching look at each other, dwarfed by each other, and sigh one after another, the world has fallen.

After about half a burnt incense, the Taoist priest returned to normal, standing behind the platform, his face was complicated, both relieved and regretful.

Only then did the fat woman realize that the Taoist priest was doing a strange thing, holding her head outward with her hands outward, leaning outward, and burning a piece of yellow paper with a candle the size of her thumb left, and the ashes fell outside the threshold. It seems that the Taoist priest still has words, but it is a little far away, and the fat woman can't really hear it.

"Your family Linglang, I'm afraid that after tonight, there will be no place to bury you. The Taoist priest turned his back and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the fat woman.

"How is it possible, as long as you give me the exorcism grass Daxian, how can my family Linglang die?" When the fat woman heard this, her body was shocked, her face was sallow, and she hurriedly cried and begged the Taoist priest to sell her the bead to overcome evil spirits, but after a long silence, the Taoist priest not only did not have any words of relief, but sighed more and more heavily.

"The exorcism grass can indeed defeat the yin ghosts that absorb yang energy, but your Ling Lang's illness is not caused by yin ghosts, but the yin energy in the body is too heavy. Even though the exorcism grass can dispel the yin and evil qi in the body, his illness is brought by you. The Taoist priest waved his sleeves and kept that posture and snorted coldly.

"How is it possible," the fat woman shouted in shock, but her calm face slowly returned to normal.

"The yin qi in your body is too heavy, it is you who was a woman in the Qinglou in the early years, the mark on the back of your neck that looks like a cinnabar mole, it is because you have had flower willow disease in order to cover up your unclean background, you will put that mark behind the cinnabar, you can cross your husband's yang energy, and it is not you who will attract the yin ghosts in this temple fair. ”

The gentle Taoist priest showed a faint look of anger and slowly turned his head to look.

The eyes are cold.

The girl was still confused.

Innocent.

The middle-aged scholar stood up, the jade tree was in the wind, looked at the girl, and sneered: "Evil obstacles and reverse seeds!"

The girl slowly retracted the innocent look on her face, her eyes gradually became cold, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She seemed to be saying, what can you do with me?

She just looked at the Confucian scholar in the eye.

"And did you really touch this exorcist weed?"

"Why not. The fat woman retorted uncharacteristically.

The Taoist priest stretched out two fingers from his sleeve, and at this moment, the two fingers condensed with aura pressed on the cinnabar mole on the back of the fat woman's neck, and then the wrist slowly flipped over, and the strength that was clinging to her skin was like an inch-by-inch shatter, and it came towards the Taoist priest.

"Bold and demonic!" The Taoist priest snorted coldly, flipped his five fingers, and fiercely suppressed the wisp of black gas that came out of the woman's body under his palm, and then held the wisp of black qi's left hand, as if whipping, pinched the black qi tightly, and suddenly, the strange yin wind that came from nowhere, like a ghost's ghostly whimper, under this autumn night, like a dark cloud approaching, surging around.

"Donggu Dao people, such a powerful means, worthy of being a human race monk who turned to the ghost path. Since you can see through the trend of this soul seal. ”

In the gust of wind that came in all directions, the wind swept the clouds, like a dark whirlpool, gathering deeper and deeper, gathering more and more thick, when the gust of wind broke out of the whirlpool, a figure dressed in black and wearing a black hat on his head slowly walked out of the black mist.

The yin wind slowly poured into the tall and thin figure, and it was a matter of course, as if compared to the yin wind, the yin qi that permeated all directions was condensed from his body.

The black-clothed young man did not hide the cruel coldness in his eyes, and the trembling between the rolling of his eyes was like a cold ice bone, and his eyes were contemplative, and his body came slowly.

"Are you the four protectors of the Ghost Xuanzong?" the Taoist muttered for a while, and outside the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there seemed to be a pair of pythons confronting each other.

Between the two, they look at each other as enemies.

"Donggu, thirty years ago, my Ghost Xuanzong Sect Master Ghost once warmly invited you to join the Ghost Xuanzong and become a guest of my sect as a foreigner, but you refused, you are dedicated to cultivating the Ghost Dao, but you are born like an outlier in Huainan, obviously you have the strength to fight with the Seven Holy Sons of Huainan, but you can only become an ordinary man in this Jianghu well. ”

The black-clothed young man stood on the other side, his eyes were indifferent, and only occasionally when he walked in to see, his scarlet eyes would have a trace of movement.

He didn't turn his head, and said in a deep voice, "The Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory. ”

"My lord, I found a Terran eyeliner nearby. In the black fog that was still condensing, another young man with a waist tied came out and reminded Ghost Four.

"Donggu, the gate of the Ghost Xuanzong will always be kept for you. ”

After a long time, the Taoist priest sighed.

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In the middle of the intermediary, there were bursts of Ge Ge sounds

The man who came out of the officers and soldiers had a pair of sparkling eyes on his handsome and gentle face. His eyes move quickly, and his eyes are decisive and capable. At a glance, he is a resolute man.

"Take Chen Tianhua down. The middle-aged man's tone was commanding without question.

"I see which of you dare!" The young man who came out of the darkness held the Beacon Thunder Bead in his hand, and his palms were full of cold sweat, obviously he was scared to death, but he was protecting Chen Tianhua, who was behind him and his breath was gradually difficult.

"Monk of Huainan, do you know who you are protecting?!" he looked at him coldly, undisguised the cruelty and ruthlessness in his heart. This indifferent and merciless gaze is chilling.

"I don't care who he is, as long as he doesn't do something rebellious, I will always protect him. He scanned every nook and cranny with a sharp gaze, appearing calm and cautious.

Most of these officers and soldiers are only in the middle and late stages of the Yuan Xiang Realm, but this middle-aged man has given him a kind of unfathomable cultivation when he first saw Chen Tianhua.

"Chen Tianhua is a prisoner appointed by the imperial court, even the saints today can't control it, so while the old man is still angry, leave here quickly. His tone was cold, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"You poisoned the sword ghost predecessors, the aura collapsed, what you said was good, for the sake of the court, but you didn't dare to fight against the seniors, it shows that you are afraid, and this fear proves that you have ghosts in your hearts. Zhou Yusheng stood silently, staring ahead for a long time, a light smoke flashing in his eyes. It's fleeting, subtle and complex, and hard to see.

No one noticed, and there was a slight hint of warmth in his cold gaze.

He licked the blood from the knife, and it was the first time in his life that he was protected by a calf, although he couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart, but in this life, he was so stupid and a cute boy that he didn't know the sky, and he was willing to give up his life for himself.

He was scared, at least not scared, and he would suspect that he was hypocritical.

He withdrew his gaze from him, his eyes became eclipsed, and there was a trace of sadness and emotion in his eyes. He slowly stood up, struggling to move his feet, his legs heavy as lead. His stumbling steps, in the whistling wind, looked a little shaky.

"Li Tengnan, it's been so many years. You're still so afraid of me. Chen Tianhua said with some boasting.

"Li Tengnan?!Li Tengnan, the head of the Li family in Jiangnan?!" Zhou Yusheng looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, wanting to vaguely see the shadow of the man when he was young, but he didn't have any eyebrows.

His memory seemed to have been heavily knocked by something, Li Tengnan, who was the protector of the main peak of Binglin Cave, and then Li Tengnan who fled in a hurry when he met the mysterious man back then, and Li Tengnan, who finally wanted to kill them all, but unfortunately fell into the realm, all kinds of the past came again like a tide.

"You?!" Li Tengnan's eyes glared angrily, and his muscles flared up, but he didn't dare to continue to speak.

It's no wonder that three hundred years later, Li Tengnan is just a Thunder Tribulation Realm monk of the First Tribulation Copper Pill, and as early as three hundred years ago, Chen Tianhua, who was named Huainan, was already a genuine Thunder Tribulation Realm monk of the Second Tribulation Silver Pill.

At this time, the cowardice in his eyes, and the domineering appearance back then, made Zhou Yusheng feel a little like the next day.

"Chen Tianhua, thirty years ago, you stole the Hun Tian Dan from the treasury, and left Huainan at the end of the world, but I didn't expect that thirty years later, you would throw yourself into the net and dare to come to the territory of Huainan. His smart eyes were studded with two cat-like eyes, which shimmered with a vigilant glow at all times.

His cold eyes looked at everything in front of him calmly.

"Hun Tian Dan?!, that Seven Rank Pill, Hun Tian Dan?" In the crowd, someone couldn't help but take a breath and shouted in disbelief.

"Yes, I stole the Heavenly Pill!"