Regarding Hu Xianxian's decision, Ma Shuo and Cui'er immediately objected, and the ghost king also reminded her to think about it, but she insisted on doing it.

After agreeing on things, it can't be done immediately: first, the golden flail and jade lock and silver chain must cooperate with the formation to have the effect of suppressing people's cultivation, Shang Weiran sent people to get things at the same time, but also asked people to go to Anxiantai to arrange the formation; Second, it also takes a long time to boil the clotted ice jade into a potion.

Therefore, Shang Weiran first asked Liewai and Tang Cai'er, as well as the donkey to listen to the wind, to Anxiantai; And Hu Xianxian asked Cui'er to temporarily escort Shang Ren to An Xian Tai, and found a medical officer for Shang Ren to treat his injuries.

Lie Wai heard that Hu Xianxian actually agreed to let them suppress her cultivation during Shang Weiran's fake death, and asked her to repent.

How can she regret what has been discussed? The outside of the column could only keep sighing.

After thinking about it for a while, Cui'er asked them if they could leave someone to take care of Hu Xianxian, and Liewai shook his head in denial, saying that it would be easy to affect Hu Xianxian.

"Xianxian, I can sense other people's thoughts, and I also have a strong sense of danger, so you'd better be more careful." After thinking for a while, he said, "After we leave, you'd better find another helper, Ah Pian will have to be subject to a lot of restrictions after all, and he can't come forward to help you directly." Well, the ghost king and the two ...... The Ghost King is slightly more reliable. ”

Outside the column could almost see through the inner thoughts of others, Hu Xianxian trusted his judgment very much, and nodded solemnly.

It was already early in the morning, Ma Shuo was boiling medicine in the small kitchen under the supervision of the Qingqiu National Medical Officer, Cui'er and the others were making all kinds of preparations to leave, and Hu Xianxian was sitting in the courtyard.

There are no exotic flowers and plants planted in this courtyard, but the green tung and green willows are lined up, and there is a sense of sparse and chic.

Hu Xianxian leaned under the paulownia tree, his thoughts were disturbed, and he could think of it. She thought about what would have happened if Cheng Haofeng had been there yesterday? Will your face be as black as the bottom of a pot and walk away with your sleeves? Or will they fight with Zacuo?

He shouldn't have been able to wait for them to say those nonsense words, and as soon as he saw them appear, he would say: Xianxian, you and Cui'er should go to see Queen Shang, and I will talk to them.

If she insists on staying, he will definitely say: Men talk about things, women don't come to get involved!

Cheng Haofeng always likes to take care of everything, even if he lets her know that something is wrong, he never details how things are. Even if she can't hide it, no matter how serious it is, it will deliberately make her feel that this matter is very light.

Okay? At least she can be happy to do what she likes, without having to face all kinds of troubles, unlike Zacuo who always persecutes her.

Hu Xianxian unconsciously smiled shyly, for a while her heart was full of spring, and for a while she was soft and sorrowful.

In a trance, I felt that there were blazing eyes looking at me, could it be that he came? Hu Xianxian looked back in surprise, but saw that it was the ghost king standing under a willow tree looking at him.

The breeze came, the willow branches gently brushed over his head, his long hair fluttered openly, and his seductive handsome face overflowed with a fierce and misty look.

Hu Xianxian lost her mind for a moment, and when the ghost king saw her turn her head, the corners of her lips immediately opened up with a teasing smile, and she gathered the scarlet robe that was blown by the wind, and said: "I didn't expect that you also had a girl pregnant with spring, which was really eye-opening for this king." ”

"I can't imagine that the ghost king is peeping behind others, which really makes me doubt my eyes."

"This king didn't peep, he happened to pass by, and he just took a second look when he saw something strange."

Hu Xianxian pursed the corners of his mouth: "What's so strange?" I'm a mortal, and I'm sure I'm going to have a moment to think in a daze. ”

"I don't have those troubles, and I don't seem to be a good person. You 'people' have so many shortcomings of your own, why do you still look down on us outliers? Just like we shouldn't be left between heaven and earth? The Ghost King asked with a smile.

"I don't look down on any thing, since it exists in heaven and earth, it must be in line with the rules of heaven and earth, how can there be anything that shouldn't exist?" Hu Xianxian replied sincerely, feeling that what the ghost king said was a little strange.

The ghost king laughed twice, and saw that Shang Weiran's people had come to fetch the potion, and they didn't talk to Hu Xianxian more, and watched them complete the final steps in this matter.

After a while, Hu Xianxian picked up the boiled potion and went to Shang Weiran's dormitory with Ma Shuo and them.

Shang Weiran was already sitting on the bed ready to take medicine, she took the medicine bowl in her hand, and the guards immediately put on a golden flail for Hu Xianxian, locked the jade lock on the flail, and put silver chains on her feet.

The guards pushed Hu Xianxian back to Anxiantai and arrived outside the door of the room where the formation had been set up.

Soon after, Shang Weiran's dormitory sent a signal to inform the guards that the queen had taken the medicine.

Immediately afterwards, the outside also sent a signal to inform Hu Xianxian that they were heading for Qingqiu.

Soon, Shang Weiran had faked his death again, and the signal that the national abbot Shangren was temporarily regent came.

Immediately afterward, it was the column that sent a signal to inform Hu Xianxian that they had left Qingqiu Country safely.

Seeing this, the guards violently pushed Hu Xianxian into the room with the formation, and quickly locked the door.

There was only a bamboo couch and a table in the room, and there was a teapot and a teacup on the table, so empty that even the scrolls hanging on the walls were removed.

It is not the first time that Hu Xianxian has been imprisoned, but this is the most ruthless time she has been suppressed, because she has a flail on her shoulders and chains on her feet, she can't lie down, she can't sit cross-legged, she can only sit on the bamboo couch obliquely.

Without cultivation, the meridians were blocked, and after a short time of reclining, Hu Xianxian's legs were numb and his back was sore.

She had to get up and walk slowly around the house. After moving around the small room, she became a little dizzy, and had to sit on the bamboo couch again.

Because she had a cult life, but she was suppressed, and she was given Bigu Dan, so she didn't need to eat, drink, and Lazar, and there was no one to let her go, and she was not free compared to a real prisoner, and she had no cellmates, so she was absolutely lonely.

It would be better if she could sit down, but she couldn't sit down like this, so she could only sit for a while and walk for a while.

So repeatedly, it was easy to survive until dark, and she became sleepy, so go to sleep. When you fall asleep, it's easier to get up.

Maybe Yunwu also knows that Qingqiu Country has not been peaceful recently, and the clouds cover the fog, and this night is particularly miserable.

The guards at the door stood stiffly as they stared at the night sky. At the end of the ugly hour, when people are most tired, the vigilance of the guards is low.

They didn't know that anyone was sneaking up on the house, and of course, even when they were at their most alert, it was difficult to detect the stealthy Zatso.

What Zacuo wanted to do was very secretive, and in case he was discovered, he still shot a few flashes of light at the six guards, so that the guards still looked like they were still standing upright, but their eyes were closed.

When he got to the window, he carefully pried open the gap, not only to enter the house, but also to avoid destroying the formation. Fortunately, he only needs an inch wide to get in. When he shrunk into the house like a piece of paper, Hu Xianxian didn't notice it.

He quickly recovered his body and stood under the window to look at Hu Xianxian who was asleep on the edge of the couch.

The dim light passed through the window, enveloping Hu Xianxian's face in a halo. Her eyebrows were frowning, her long eyelashes were lower, and her face did not have the spicy and tricky demeanor on weekdays, but her face was soothing and sorrowful, like a delicate flower crying silently in the rain.

Therefore, Zha Cuo did not immediately do what he wanted to do, but stopped under the window to recall all kinds of entanglements with Hu Xianxian.

When she first met, she was still the seventh disciple of the Yunhua Guanguan Lord, White Fox Bai Huifeng. On that day, at the invitation of the black dragon Zang Xuanjiao, Zha Cuo went to the East China Sea.

The black clouds rolled and the overcast sky seemed to be collapsing. Zha Cuo had a sense of crisis, and after hearing other people who went to the appointment say that Zang Xuanjiao actually gave up the powerful black dragon body, he subconsciously thought that Zang Xuanjiao would definitely fail again in resisting the sky this time.

The demon cultivators and human cultivators summoned by Zang Xuanjiao all withdrew one after another, and he was also preparing to withdraw. On the way to retreat, they encountered Bai Huifeng coming towards them in the opposite direction.

At that time, Bai Huifeng could only sweep but could not fly, and he had to land on the treetops to borrow strength after a period of skimming. It is precisely because of this that Zha Cuo, who also stayed in the treetops to borrow strength, was able to see her appearance clearly.

Bai Huifeng, who stepped on the treetops, had a beautiful face and an anxious expression, and her white clothes were full of mud, but it increased her sense of coldness that could not be concealed by the mud.

It had begun to rain in the sky, and the rain had soaked her face, making her a little embarrassed, but her gaze was still determined.

At that time, Zha Cuo was just the illegitimate son of the Peacock King, who was often bullied by half-demon and half-human, and he only came to join in the fun at the request of Zang Xuanjiao, and it didn't matter much to him who won and who lost.

After seeing Bai Huifeng, he couldn't help but want to get close to her, even if he followed secretly.

Secretly followed Bai Huifeng, and he hid in a secluded place to see the scenes of the battle. Bai Huifeng was in his eyes, and suddenly he was a beautiful little Taoist aunt who came to save his lover; Suddenly, the soft tail flicked, and even the dark sky was filled with a hint of charm of the nine-tailed white fox; Suddenly, his fingers flew like butterflies, pinched out his fingers, and sacrificed the demon slaying fairy who was in the jade bottle with a lock heart......

Later, for some reason, a strong light suddenly came from outside the sky and merged into the lock heart jade bottle, the jade bottle was broken, Zang Xuanjiao was defeated, and Bai Huifeng and Cheng Haofeng also passed out.

Zha Cuo, who was watching the battle from afar, had a blank mind for a moment, as if he remembered that the fragments of the jade bottle of the lock heart were scattered like a rain of flowers in the sky, and finally gradually turned into points of light and disappeared, but there seemed to be a fragment like peach petals floating towards him......

At that time, he didn't know that there was really a fragment of his heart, and then he wandered, was used several times, and assassinated others several times, and grew up in harming and being victimized, and finally when he became the last god more than two hundred years ago, he knew what was going on with the strange aura in his chest.

However, not long after his scenery, he was sealed again, the river was changed, the border city was moved, and he was trapped in the abandoned border city, and the abandoned city became the "city of sand and sand in mortal legends".

Later, Cheng Haofeng and Hu Xianxian reflected each other's other self on the earth, and of course he also felt those things with them.

In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the people were struggling to make a living, various gangs, and various uprisings. The person who corresponded to Zacuo was only a small member of the White Lotus Sect, and that day he was ordered to go to Yunhuaguan to contact the matter of mutual assistance and resistance to the imperial court, and met Peng Qingyue, who corresponded to Hu Xianxian.

At sunset that day, the sunset was like a brocade, and the disciples of the Yunhua audience were all practicing swords in the back mountain. Peng Qingyue wore the same jet-black trimmed snow-white cardigan as the other disciples, snow-white trousers, and a jet-black belt, and danced with a long sword like a flying phoenix soaring into the sky.

The simple black and white shirt made others look dignified and simple, and Peng Qingyue, who was only fourteen years old at the time, looked cold and handsome. Moreover, other female disciples all use red and green head ropes to tie their braids, so that some bright colors can jump out of the monotonous colors, but she uses white head ropes to tie her braids.

When Master Jiang Ruilian and the White Lotus Sect were talking, the other disciples were curious to look at the visitors, but Peng Qingyue walked farther away with a faint expression, and found a secluded corner to continue practicing swords.