The night is ten, the cool breeze gusts, and the stars obscure the moonlight.

When the lights went out, Qiusheng poked his head out of his room, looked left and right, and saw that there was no one, so he crept out of the door.

This scene naturally can't escape the eyes of Uncle Nine and Yao Jie who are hiding under the big locust tree.

They also ran out of Yizhuang after him, carefully following Qiu Sheng along the way.

After about a cup of tea, Qiusheng turned a corner and disappeared outside a mansion in a blink of an eye.

I saw that the lanterns in this house were hung high, and a pair of stone lions were squatting in front of the door, which was very luxurious.

Uncle Jiu suddenly straightened his face, very indignant, and directly kicked open the door, rushed into the courtyard and shouted, "The squirrel Qiusheng is actually messing around here, and he will come out as a teacher quickly." ”

Yao Jie took Dugu and the two of them into the courtyard, looking around.

At this time, there was a sudden startled sound in the room, and Qiusheng and Dong Xiaoyu hurriedly ran out.

"Ah, master?"

Qiusheng saw Uncle Jiu's expression panicked, and he quickly knelt on the ground and confessed his mistake, "It's a disciple who is confused, he shouldn't do such a thing to break the vows, please forgive the master." ”

Uncle Jiu has always taught his disciples that as a cultivator, they should be pure in heart and have few desires, and keep their own hearts.

Qiusheng thought that the master was so angry because of this, but he didn't know that this was not the point.

Uncle Nine glanced at it with a vicious gaze, how could he not know the true identity of this Dong Xiaoyu is a ghost.

Uncle Nine hated iron and said, "You are a scoundrel, you don't even know if you are with the ghosts!" ”

At the same time, Dong Xiaoyu, who looked at Qiusheng next to him, also frowned deeply, full of hatred.

Out of instinct, Uncle Nine subconsciously identified Dong Xiaoyu as a demon who sucked people's yang energy.

Qiusheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "Ah, how can Xiaoyu be a ghost?" ”

obviously couldn't believe this fact, Dong Xiaoyu standing beside him was clearly a dignified and virtuous beauty.

"Isn't there a ghost!"

Yao Jie blocked the two seven-star grass blades prepared in advance in front of his eyes, and then went to look at Dong Xiaoyu to see her true face.

His face was charred and rotten, without a piece of good flesh and skin, and his silver hair was silky, and he looked miserable and terrible.

This Dong Xiaoyu is also pitiful, it should be a fire ghost who was burned to death, so he will have this face.

Facing Uncle Jiu's aggressive gaze, Dong Xiaoyu's expression was full of firmness and said, "Qiusheng and I are true love, and I hope that the master will be fulfilled." ”

Uncle Nine snorted coldly, "Hmph, bold and evil, who is your master, look at me and come to accept your sneaky now!" As he spoke, he was about to sacrifice the money sword in his hand.

Uncle Nine shook the sword shadow in his hand, and the sword qi rushed towards Dong Xiaoyu like a rainbow.

Dong Xiaoyu snorted coldly, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, and then the silver hair on her head grew like seaweed, and the wild dance formed a silver net, which was about to wrap around Uncle Jiu.

How could Uncle Nine give her this opportunity, he hurriedly waved his wrist, and with a flash of silver light, the sword qi swept out, cutting off all the long hair that Dong Xiaoyu had stretched, and after falling to the ground, it turned into dry branches and silt.

"I can't imagine that you still have some Taoism."

Dong Xiaoyu's heart sank, and she quickly conjured up her own weapon, a tough and spiky steel whip, between the flicks of her arm, the steel whip was like a poisonous snake, flashing with a dangerous cold light.

The sound of gold and iron rattling.