"Dirty hands. Nezha's voice was very cold, and he stopped the prison flame from killing her while talking, on the grounds that he had dirty hands by killing her.

In this case, no matter whether Nezha's reason is true or not, there is no need to kill this woman, and he shouted coldly at her: "Get out, don't appear in my sight again, otherwise, disperse the soul and scatter the ashes." ”

The voice of the imprisoned flame was vicious, and if this woman was not interested, she would not hesitate to disperse her Huipo, and then use a spell to scatter her body into ashes, so that she would not even have a chance to walk on the Yellow Spring Road.

The woman also knew that she was not joking, and crawled out of the room, staggered downstairs, and trotted all the way out of the stockade.

Her luck is really bad, she just ran out of the village and was targeted by a few wild leopards, if no one is on her, she will inevitably become the mouth and stomach of these wild leopards, but at this time, who else will come to save her!

The annoying woman was gone, and Prison Flame was in a much better mood, picked up the cup on the table and poured it into his mouth, and said in a slurp: "The wine in southern Xinjiang is delicious and sweet, intoxicating to the unconscious, and penetrates into the heart, just like ....... ”

"It's like a girl in Miao Jiang, intoxicating unconsciously, gentle and charming, if you look at it more, you will fall into her deep eyes, and you will be reluctant to leave. "Nezha's words to receive the prison flame are like a prodigal son in the love field, saying this sentence that should not be said by the Nine Heavens Daluo Jinxian.

Prison Flame listened, smiled slightly, and shouted outside the door: "You have been eavesdropping for so long, and you don't go out or come in, for what." ”

"Luan sings a song, for Jun Fengya, the piano sound is harmonious, sing all the winter and summer, I don't go, because I can't go, I'm reluctant to go, I don't come in, you shouldn't be in the room. "The person who came in was Jiva, she was the granddaughter of the Nanban wizard, and she was qualified to talk to the two of them like that.

She was right, if it was her who came in, the prison flame really shouldn't be in the house.

Walked away very interestingly, and brought them to the door, what should be the ending of the relationship between the two people, that was the choice of the two of them, and the people next to them could only watch.

Nezha continued to drink as if he didn't see her, one cup after another.

She stood next to her and watched for a while, then put a jar of wine in front of Nezha, didn't say anything, and looked at him stupidly.

This jar of wine tempted Nezha, especially Nezha at the moment, who had a lot of worries and urgently needed something to be relieved, smashed his lips, raised his head and asked her: "What is the point of this jar of wine?"

She shook her head lightly, and replied with a somewhat cramped look: "No, this is brewed by my grandfather, he is reluctant to drink it on weekdays, I secretly brought out five or six jars, I saw you drink yesterday, and knew that you are also a person of Dong wine, so I will give it to you." ”

Since there is nothing to pay attention to, then if you don't drink it for nothing, if you want to say that drinking it is equivalent to forming a fate, it doesn't matter, because if you don't drink this fate, you can't escape.

Pour a glass to your nose, take a deep breath before pouring the wine into your mouth, feel the process of it entering your stomach, close your eyes and enjoy it seriously, and wait for the wine to go down before muttering: "Sure enough, it is a good wine, the catastrophe is not necessarily a catastrophe, the nine-day catastrophe, I tasted the cold pool of the Dragon Palace, this time, I can have Southern Xinjiang Gu wine, and God is not thin on me." ”

sighed, sighed softly, and looked at the southern Xinjiang girl: "Jiwa, sit, tell me about you, and by the way, tell me what Ruomu told you?"

Nodding, he sat down across from him very obediently and told him, "I was picked up by my grandfather from the sea, and my grandfather said that I am a child of heaven." ”

Sure enough, as he thought, this girl is not the granddaughter of the Nanban wizard, but the child who was picked up by the Nanban wizard, but these things are not important, the important thing is how she became her own fate, she has become an immortal for three hundred years, and there is still a period of unresolved evil fate in the mortal world, which is really laughing through the sky.

Pour her a glass of wine, pour a glass yourself, take it and gesture to her, and then ask her, "Then how did you meet Wakaki, and how did he tell you?"

"That day, a person flew in the sky, the general fairy family is outside the village to descend the clouds, through the wall of the wall of the people to lead into the village, to see the grandfather, that is to have the ability to see, but this fairy is very different, he did not fall outside the village, but directly to the altar, calling the grandfather's name. ”

Ji Wa remembers the events of that day very clearly, because no one has ever been able to erect the Cloud Dao Altar, on the one hand, because the evil spirit of the altar is very heavy, and the ordinary immortals can't bear it, and on the other hand, the altar is the most sacred place in Lei Village, and outsiders are challenging the Southern Barbarian wizards when they climb it.

But the great immortal in front of him not only landed on the altar steadily, but also called his grandfather's name, such a thing has never been recorded in the historical materials recorded in Lei Zhai.

And what made her even more incomprehensible was her grandfather's attitude, hearing this voice, her grandfather, who had not left the cave for more than ten years, immediately flew out, flew to the altar with her, bowed his hand to the fairy, and said respectfully: "Great immortal, you finally cleared the clouds and mist, and the land of thousands of miles in southern Xinjiang worshiped you as a god." ”

He waved his hand and said to the first wizard of Nanban with a smile: "Wizard, you are a hundred years older than me, and in front of you, I am a junior. ”

Although this is a fact, but now is different from the past, the Southern Barbarian wizard did not dare to be presumptuous in front of him, and said respectfully: "In the lower eye, I can't recognize the cultivation of the Great Immortal, but the seal of the Three Qing Great Gods, even if the Innate Dao people in the Three Realms want to break it, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort, since the Great Immortal has come out, it is enough to prove everything, although Lao Suo is old, he does not dare to come forward with the Great Immortal." ”

He didn't care about the attitude of the Nanban wizard, and turned to face the Nanban wizard: "I came today, I asked you to help, wizard, what do you mean when you come to the Nine Heavens?"

Hearing the words "Nine Heavens", the Southern Barbarian Wizard turned blue with fright, and it took a while for him to recover, and he muttered: "Great Immortal, how easy it is for you to ascend to the Nine Heavens, but I don't understand, what do you want me to help you?"

In fact, the Southern Barbarian wizard had already guessed it, but he didn't dare to say this answer, whether he wanted it or not, he didn't dare to say it.

Ruomu didn't care, he raised his head and glanced at the sky, turned around and pointed to the sacred tree with only one stake left, and told the Nanban wizard: "Your sacred tree has been made into a statue of Maitreya Buddha, this revenge, it's time to report it, there is a Vajra Bodhi tree in front of the Maitreya Buddha temple in the south, that is where he attained enlightenment, and it is also where the spiritual root of his disciples is, whether to do it or not, you decide for yourself." ”

The Nanban sorcerer looked at the sacred tree that only had a stake left, and the feeling of pain in his heart immediately came up, when the disciples of Maitreya Buddha came to southern Xinjiang to preach, and saw the divine tree aura flourishing, he saw it as a statue of Maitreya Buddha, and the Nanban sorcerer sent people to ask for justice, but Maitreya Buddha relied on his ability to speak strongly, saying that this sacred tree was related to him, and making him look like the creation of this sacred tree.

Since then, the Nanban sorcerers and those monks are incompatible, but because of the monks' strength, Maitreya Buddha is among the heavenly saints, and there is a boundless Buddha above him, and the power of the Nanban sorcerer is only enough to deal with Maitreya Buddha, and it is categorically unable to deal with Nyolai Buddha, so he swallowed his anger, and now that he has the opportunity to take revenge, of course, there is no reason to give up, and immediately promised Ruomu: "Thank you Daxian for your guidance, before the demon pass, I will inevitably detain Maitreya Buddha in the prison car to snow the shame of my southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years." ”

This reaction, Wakaki was very satisfied, not because of his hatred, but because Buddhism really bullied people too much, and didn't give them a little bit of power, thinking that anyone could bully.

Ruomu nodded, moved his gaze to Jiwa, and asked the Nanban wizard with great interest: "Wizard, this kid is not from Southern Xinjiang, right?"

The wizard nodded, and told Wakaki all the origin of the baby, and Wakaki showed a bright and beautiful smile on his face, moved to Jiva's side, squatted down, put his right hand lightly on her shoulder, and told her in a soft and kind voice: "I'll pass on your mystical spells to help you achieve positive results one day?"

Jiwa nodded very happily and asked him greedily, "Why can't I achieve the right result one day, instead of now?"

This child's question made Ruomu laugh, and explained to her very seriously: "Because Jiwa still has a fate in the mortal world, in a few years there will be a big Luo Jinxian coming down from the sky, Jiwa will fall in love with him, if he also falls in love with Jiwa, the rules of that day will be changed, if he doesn't fall in love with Jiwa, then Jiwa will be very sad, and then the dust will be broken to achieve positive results." ”

At that time, Jiwa still didn't understand what Ruomu said, but she only knew that one day, a fairy would come down from the sky, and she would follow the footsteps of this fairy, maybe just a few steps, maybe forever.

In fact, she didn't care too much about the previous days, anyway, her grandfather was not at home, she was the princess of southern Xinjiang, and she would be treated by the princess when she got there.

Having said this, the immortal Ruomu said may or may not be him, Nezha felt that Jiwa's decision for a while was too hasty, and comforted her and said: "There are hundreds of thousands of immortals in the nine heavens, and there are more than 100,000 of the Daluo Golden Immortals, and I am not the only one who has not been imprisoned, you decide so, if you recognize the wrong person, the consequences are very serious, and the way of heaven is still waiting for you to change, so let's look for it again." ”

His rhetoric may be effective against the woman just now, but Jiwa didn't eat it, stared at Nezha with two big eyes, and told him very seriously: "It's you, I don't care who the marshal is talking about, what I care about is that I fancy you, if it's not you, what does it have to do with changing the sky, if it's you, what does it have to do with whether you can change the way of heaven." ”