The white fox is difficult to cross 10

In the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the clear space began to sort out all kinds of scriptures, every year there will be an excellent monk of Zhenguo Temple to copy a prayer scripture, in order to have a meaning, in the copy of the scriptures brought back to Zhenguo Temple, I hope that the Buddha will bless the country with peace and joy.

Mu Qingmao was in the shape of a fox at this time, after all, it was the imperial city, how could it be possible for a strange woman to enter, even if it was in the form of a fox, it would take some trouble.

She stood quietly on a high place, watching the clear space and simply tidying up and began to copy the scriptures quietly, every word was serious and pious, and even a little bit of golden light was integrated into the text, it seems that the customs of this country are really a little useful, and it is not just psychological comfort.

She quietly left behind an incarnation that was almost composed of spiritual power, what kind of holy birthday banquet is today, maybe that Confucian will also come.

Light through the flowers, the palace is really big, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is relatively remote and really not easy to find, the good thing is that the fox shape is petite and not eye-catching, in short, look at the maids in a hurry to go where to follow, there is always a place to go, but unfortunately not at night otherwise can go to the roof is much more vast.

"Prince Yun, since you have already paid homage to the imperial grandmother, you should hurry up to the birthday banquet, it will be time soon."

The soft and weak voice is everyone's beautiful girl, passing by the rockery, Mu Qingmao was about to walk the fox when he heard the sound of walking from another direction not far away, and quietly poked his head out, and sure enough, it was a little beauty like a willow blowing in the wind, smiling and looking at the man next to him with love.

The man...... Kind of familiar...... Didn't you just forget to ask the man whose name is indebted! Yes, it's a prince, wait...... Prince? What the heck?

"The princess goes first, this king still has some things to do." Prince Yun nodded, still indifferent.

The princess wanted to say something, but suddenly thought of something, nodded, and bowed and left.

"Who is it? Come out! Prince Yun slammed his palm towards the rockery where Mu Qingmao was, and his fierce murderous aura was almost overflowing.

"Stop! I'm out! Mu Qingmao quickly turned into a human form and put on a mask, and quickly moved away from the rockery with a lift of his toes.

With the sound of a stone cracking, the rockery was stunned and shattered a lot, and it could be seen that it seemed to be the reason for the retraction, which made her unable to help but be speechless, the internal force turned out to be so powerful, and she suddenly felt that it was better than her own magic How to break it...

"Is that you?" Prince Yun frowned slightly, looking at the wooden-faced woman who appeared in front of him.

"Hahaha, I said I'll see you again, but the surprise is a bit big." Mu Qingmao smiled and stretched out his hand to take out the jade pendant and shook it in front of him: "I'm here to ask for favors~ I will definitely not embarrass you." ”

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When Confucius woke up today, he found himself lying on the bed as always, but the terrifying scenes were constantly playing in his mind and he couldn't forget it, right? It really was just a dream.

Even if he came to the birthday banquet with Xiangnu, he didn't have the excitement he felt like yesterday, but he still tried his best to maintain his image as gentle as jade, sitting opposite Xiangnu with a smile and politeness, bowing his head at the desk.

"Congratulations on the birthday of the Holy Lord."

A blue gold-rimmed figure walked in slowly, just in time for the start of the birthday banquet, this person's behavior has no loopholes, it is obviously just an ordinary face but there is an inexplicable noble atmosphere, this is an innate temperament.

Confucian knew that this was the younger brother of the current saint and the youngest prince, and he was very trusted by the saint, and even one-third of the saint's decision-making would be influenced by this person. But I don't know why, Confucius felt that Prince Yun glanced at him lightly, but he couldn't see through his meaning.

"The minister specially invited an exotic singer for the birthday banquet of the saint, and the saint wants to listen to a song, and this woman will leave tomorrow." Prince Yun waited until the Holy Lord signaled to sit down, and bowed again.

"Exactly."

The soft sound of music sounded, the murmuring of the piano, and the distant sound of the flute, as if it was paving the way for something.

Then, a group of women in pink came slowly, each veiled and covered their faces, and the skirts fluttering with hazy beauty all danced together, gradually ...... A voice seems to come through the darkness of the sky...

"I've been practicing for thousands of years

A thousand years of practice and a thousand years of loneliness

In the dead of night

But I was heard crying

The lights are dim

But someone saw me dancing."

The soft singing voice came from afar, telling softly, singing softly, like a story quietly, and it just kicked off.

"I waited for a thousand years

A thousand years wait for a thousand years of loneliness

I love you when I do

You're studying hard in poverty

When I leave you

You are the title of the gold list, the cave room flower candle"

Dressed in red, as gorgeous as fire, she stood in the center of the dancing silver mask delicate and beautiful, but her eyes were as bright as stars, without the slightest weirdness but wanted people to explore the mystery of this woman, her singing seemed to be directly transmitted to her heart, softly singing a long story.

Confucius had a bad premonition from the first sentence, he had a nightmare yesterday, and today he is more sensitive to the word fox, he looked closely at the woman in red with a delicate mask, and the red in his eyes was dancing like blood.

Then, her tone suddenly soared:

"Can I do another dance for you?

I am here to meet you

You see the clothes are fluttering, the clothes are fluttering

The sea vows and the mountains have all turned into nothingness!

……”

Everyone seems to have been brought into the scene, the red clothes on the stage seem to have a fatal attraction, and even the pink clothes accompanying the dancers are all ignored, at this moment people only have red clothes flying in their eyes, and the mysterious appearance of the silver face is really fascinating.

But

Rusheng trembled violently, yes! The starry eyes had changed when they looked at themselves just now! It's like... Just like the eyes of the little fox in yesterday's dream, the hatred is hazy, she is back! It must be her, otherwise how could such a strange scene be discovered by no one!

He wanted to be reminded, but when he looked up, he met the eyes of the woman in red on the stage, and at that moment, he seemed to see that rakshasa face again! Her fleshy face was hidden beneath her mask, looking at herself with hatred! Then in an instant, I saw that the clothes of the woman in red were like the flesh and blood of the little fox that was skinned last night, and every time she swung her hand, a little bit of flesh fell!

Here it comes! Here she comes! The little fox came to take revenge, and that time was a troubled aftermath after all!

"Youkai! Hurry up and get the demon girl out! ”

Confucius was stunned by the scene in front of him, and seeing the flesh-and-blood man coming towards him again, he couldn't help but overturn the table in front of him and throw out what he could get!

"Bold!"

The majestic and angry voice of the saint made Confucius stunned, and he sat down on the ground, as if a layer of mist had been lifted in front of him......

Where did the monster come from, it was still the sound of the piano, it was still dancing with the pink clothes, not far away, a woman in red held a wine glass in shock through the mask, the broken dishes and bowls smashed on her body and looked very embarrassed, her clear eyes were rippling with tears, and she looked completely innocent......

"I ......"

Confucian looked at the woman in red in a panic.

"What a boldness! Bring him back to me at once! ”

The Holy Wrath!