Text Chapter 10 Banxia

It was night, cold and silent. The leaves rustle in the wind, especially loud in the quiet of the night.

In the sky, the clouds were dense, the moonlight flashed faintly between the gaps in the clouds, and the shadows of everything on the ground appeared and disappeared.

At this time, in the middle of the night, the night wind blew into the room from the hollow window decoration, and the curtain beside the bed rose slightly with the wind, blowing over Xinyao's head.

The beauty was asleep, wandering in her dreams, the blood jade on her waist was faintly shining, and the demonic red color was particularly dazzling in the dark night. Xin Yao seemed to be sleeping extremely restlessly, her eyebrows furrowed, she bit her lips lightly, and a pair of jade hands tightly grasped the brocade quilt.

In the dream, she saw a figure with his back to her, a slender figure, wearing a blood jade crown, a floor-length black and red robe, and an extraordinary bearing. A strong sense of familiarity came to her, and she hurried towards the man, trying to see his face, only to find that the faster she ran, the farther away she was from him. Seeing that the figure of the man gradually became blurred, she became even more anxious in her heart, and couldn't help but scream.

Wait! Don't go! Mei's eyes suddenly opened, and she found that she was already drenched in sweat, thinking that it was caused by being too anxious, she looked at the top of the bed and was stunned for a long time, before she woke up, it turned out to be just a dream... Quietly sat up, leaned on the head of the bed, looked out the window through the window tracement, and the waves in his heart could not be calmed for a long time. Even though it was a dream, the feeling in the dream was really unforgettable. Who was that man? Why did she feel so familiar with him? Intuition told her that the person in her dream had a great deal to do with her, and she fell into deep thought and could not help herself for a long time.

After sitting for a long time, I didn't realize any reason, but Xin Yao shook her head fiercely, lay down again, pulled up the quilt and covered it, when it was time to figure it out, sooner or later I would figure it out, and I couldn't think of any clues now, so it was better to rest. I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep sleep after a while.

At the same time, Zhuo Yucheng was sitting in the main hall, patiently closing his eyes and recuperating, and the potted plant that Bu Nianqing had turned into was on the desk in his hand.

The door of the hall was not closed, and a fresh breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance. Zhuo Yucheng's hair moved slightly, and he waited until the wind subsided before he opened his eyes.

In front of her, there was a gentle girl, the green silk was slightly curled up with a jasper hairpin, a tuft of hair hung down on the left shoulder, her eyes were full of water, and the golden lotus on the white dress was lifelike, which was really lovely.

"Excuse me, is Zhuo Yu a Taoist on the seat?" It's really been a long time since I've heard someone call him a Taoist chief, and hearing this woman call him like this is really pleasing to the ear.

"It's right down there, I don't know the girl..."Bu Nianqing told him that tonight, there will be a woman looking for him, and if he thinks about it, it will be the one in front of him.

"The little girl's name is Qinglian, and she came to disturb tonight, but she just wanted to ask Daoist Zhuo for a small favor. The woman did not change her smile, brushed her body, and said politely.

"Miss Qinglian has any request, but it doesn't matter, as long as it is within Zhuo's ability, she will definitely help with all her might. "The aura around this woman is different from that of mortals, and she must need his help, and she must be extraordinary.

Qinglian covered her lips with her hands and chuckled: "Dao Leader don't have to be nervous, Qinglian's request is very simple, but to ask Dao Chang to burn that potted plant with the fire of the Vermilion Bird." The jade finger pointed to the potted plant beside Zhuo Yucheng.

"This..."The fire of the Suzaku is the fire of nirvana, and if it burns, it will be eternal destruction, and there will be no chance of repentance.

As if seeing Zhuo Yucheng's mind clearly, Qinglian explained: "Dao Leader doesn't need to worry, Qinglian knows the effect of the Vermilion Bird Fire and understands what she wants to do. ”

Since this is the case, then the girl's wish was granted, Zhuo Yucheng nodded, got up to face the potted plant, and sealed his hands, only to see a fire phoenix in front of him appear, turning into a round of karmic fire wheel, and the red flame turned with the wheel to the potted plant, and suddenly, the potted plant that was still full of vitality turned into a pile of ashes.

Seeing that all the potted plants had been burned, Zhuo Yucheng retracted his hands and took back the fire of the Vermilion Bird. After meeting Qinglian's eyes for a moment, the two of them stepped forward to check the ashes of the potted plant.

Among the ashes, a young bud stood in the middle, flashing with a faint light, and after Qinglian saw it, the smile in her eyes deepened: "Qinglian has been waiting for a long time, husband, don't make trouble, come out quickly." ”

After speaking, I saw a light green light gradually expanding, and suddenly the bright light was shining, making the two of them half-cover their eyes, and when the light dissipated, the outline of the person in front of them gradually became clear.

Wrapped in white, with beautiful eyebrows and a fleshy face, the person in front of him who was called by Qinglian as a husband looked like just a drooping child.

knew that Qinglian was not a mortal in the world, Zhuo Yucheng did not use a secular perspective to measure her behavior from the beginning, but such a scene, even he never expected it, only that the demon world was not bound by secular morality, but he never thought that a beautiful woman could also match Huangkou Xiaoer, it was he who was shallow in learning and lonely.

"Qinglian!" The little boy in white saw Qinglian, opened his arms and rushed into her arms, hugged Qinglian's legs tightly, and kept crying: "Lady, I miss you very much for my husband!" Qinglian also bent down, stretched out her hand and patted the little boy on the back again and again, giving him a smooth breath.

The corners of Zhuo Yucheng's mouth twitched slightly, but in front of the two of them, he still held back. This can make him how good it is. Go, as the master here, he is afraid that it will be rude, and he still needs to clarify some affairs, so it is inconvenient to leave now;

"It's a good thing for the two husbands and wives to reunite, but can they solve a problem for Zhuo. Zhuo Yucheng couldn't help but interrupt the two.

When the boy in white heard Zhuo Yucheng's voice, his crying suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at Zhuo Yucheng with an arrogant face, and he didn't have the slightest pity when he saw Qinglian: "Boy, what's the matter with you?" The immature face was full of arrogance, and Zhuo Yucheng couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that this little boy's temper is not very good, Zhuo Yucheng accepted the smile in his eyes, and asked respectfully: "Yucheng is not talented, please ask the master to solve your doubts, who are you, why did you appear from the ashes?"

"This seat is the king of the hundred herbs, the reason why it will appear from this ashes, is because before, this seat was devoured by this stinky scholar, and it is the soul that lives with him, and after he goes, this seat can only be reborn through the fire of the Vermilion Bird Nirvana to return to the world. The boy in white shook his head and waged his tail, and said the truth.

The King of Herbs looked at Qinglian with puzzled eyes, the King of Herbs he had heard that he was a cold-faced gentleman, with a long body and a handsome appearance, and the milky little doll in front of him was really the King of Herbs he had heard.

Qinglian received Zhuo Yucheng's gaze and nodded slightly: "The husband was indeed devoured by the national teacher because of his carelessness. He promised me that he would not harm my husband, that he would live with him, and that when he died, he would be free. As he spoke, he squatted down, took out the brocade in his arms, and carefully wiped the remaining tears on Pu Jia's face.

Zhuo Yucheng heard that the thoughts in his mind became clearer, looking at the child-like Pu Jia, he couldn't help but have some desire to tease him, he pretended not to believe it, and said to Pu Jia: "You said that you are the king of the hundred herbs, there must be some evidence to prove your identity, I heard that the Pu Jia can drive the hundred herbs, why don't you cast a spell for me to see, to see if it is really Pu Jia." ”

How can Pu Jia, who incarnated in the form of a child, bear such excitement, a white and tender little hand stretched forward, closed his eyes and recited a mantra, only to see a white ball of light gradually appear in the palm of the palm, getting bigger and bigger, and the light is getting stronger and stronger, and finally snapped on the ground, the ball of light exploded, and a snow-white bud appeared on the top of Pu Jia's head, shaking around with the movement of his head, very cute.

"Heh..."Zhuo Yucheng really couldn't hold back this time, laughed out loud, and was afraid of damaging Pu Jia's face, so he forcibly stopped his voice, but the strong rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still revealed the fact that he was holding back his laughter.

"Uh..." Pu Jia didn't expect this to be the result, a pair of big round eyes flattened, and suddenly looked at Qinglian with teary eyes: "Qinglian...." looked at her daughter-in-law pitifully.

Qinglian smiled, leaned over and gently tossed the little bud on the head of the pujia, and said softly: "It's okay, the husband has just returned from rebirth, I think it's a little uncomfortable, this little bud Qinglian thinks it's very cute, I like it very much." ”

It's better to be your own daughter-in-law, so she doesn't dislike it, Pu Jia's heart is really warm, and she stretched out her hands to Qinglian and said, "Lady, kiss and hug." ”

Seeing this, Qinglian also smiled and stretched out her hand to Pu Jia's armpit, and with a little effort, she picked him up entirely, and the next second, Pu Jia was thrown into the air, then fell, and was thrown into the air again, and so on several times.

Unexpectedly, Qinglian seemed to be gentle and weak, but she had such arm strength, Zhuo Yucheng looked at the Pujia that was thrown up by Qinglian and caught and tossed, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his heart.

"Lady, I just need to kiss and hug, don't lift it high! Don't lift it high! I feel dizzy!"

Seeing that Pu Jia was about to die, Zhuo Yucheng hurriedly spoke: "That, Miss Qinglian." Seeing that Qinglian stopped moving slightly, the pu jia in her hand also took the opportunity to gasp for breath.

"What else is going on with Daoist Zhuo?" Qinglian wondered, her husband is back, Zhuo Yucheng has also helped, what else is going on?

"I see that the night is deep and heavy, and the leaves are shining... The adults have just returned from rebirth, and it will take some time to recuperate and recover their strength. If you don't dislike it, you can live in this flower and recuperate, what do you think?"

Qinglian looked at the pupa in her arms, her face was indeed pale, her eyes were a little sloppy, Xu Zhen was as Zhuo Yucheng said, it took too much energy to return from rebirth, and she needed to recuperate. Looking around, this flower is really suitable for Pu Jia to recuperate, so he nodded and accepted Zhuo Yucheng's kindness: "Since this is the case, then our husband and wife will thank Zhuo Daochang again." As he spoke, he hugged Pujia and saluted Zhuo Yucheng.

"No need to be polite, there are only me and my maid in this flower now, and there are many vacant rooms, you two can choose a room to live in at will. After finishing speaking, Zhuo Yucheng was only the friendship of the landlord, leading the two to walk in the direction of the guest room.