The heat wave of the mortal town at summer dusk is rolling, and the turbidity that is much thinner than in the past is like a very light gray smoke swirling, but the old banyan tree next to the road is full of clear air, and a touch of snow-colored clothes is revealed behind the dense branches and leaves.

The same absent-minded voice of the dragon princess sounded in Chunjun: "Is the one in the blue clothes with the one in the flower clothes?"

She believes that the role depends on clothes.

Fu Cang said: "The one who wore the clothes died." ”

Xuanyi immediately looked away from the cave and continued to fall back to the book in his hand: "Don't read it." ”

It just so happened that he really didn't want to see this crying and weird thing.

Fu Cang looked around at random, the night is coming, it is the most impatient moment for the demons and demons, ten days ago, the land here handed over the form to Nantianmen, saying that there are very good at lurking powerful demon clan hunting mortals, has eaten no less than ten people, he took the situation and guarded the vicinity for a long time, so far has not found any abnormality.

Separated a trace of divine thought into Chunjun, his sword vaporization dragon has been used by her very thoroughly, in the golden light, a thin cloud carpet is spreading, a box of candied plums on the left, a cup of tea is still steaming on the right, the mess around is full of all kinds of books, the dragon princess lazily shrunk in the cloud gauze quilt, the gold ring on her head is crooked, and she is looking at the book in her hand with relish - the female ghost and the scholar, her recent favorite.

As if sensing the prying eyes, she covered the book with her hand: "No peeking." ”

Fu Cang knocked on Chunjun, retracted his divine thoughts, and saw that the night was gradually sinking, he gathered all his divine power and clear qi, jumped down from the old banyan tree, and slowly walked forward on the uneven streets of the mortal world.

The voice of the dragon princess came out from Chunjun again: "Senior Brother Fucang, hasn't the man-eating demon been caught yet?"

She must be sullen in the sword, the nether realm is turbid, her dragon scales have not yet grown, she can't come out, and because it is inconvenient to take her around because of official business, Fu Cang's voice became gentle: "Bear with it a little longer, I can't meet it tonight, so I will go back to the upper realm." ”

Actually, she is not in a hurry...... Xuanyi squirmed in front of the hole wrapped in the quilt, squinting outward, the lights of the mortal town were scattered like sparse stars, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.

Because she has been sleeping in Chunjun all these years, she has almost become a frequent visitor to the nether realm, and it is not unusual to see anything, and after looking around casually, she continued to look at the collection of stories of the fragrant female ghosts and scholars in her hand, and she didn't know what she saw, she suddenly spoke: "Senior Brother Fucang, you haven't taken me to Qinglou yet." ”

Fu Cang stopped coldly when she asked, and his face did not change: "...... Where do you know these two words?"

Xuanyi shook the book in his hand slowly, and was triumphant: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book." ”

There are so many interesting things for mortals.

"Is the green building a blue building?" she spit out a plum kernel and stuffed a new one, "Is there a group of beauties living in it, and whoever looks the best will have the money?"

Fu Cang squinted at the distant night sky, paused for a long time, and affirmed: "...... Yes. ”

Xuanyi Ba walked towards the entrance of the cave, and the eyes behind the black gauze stared at the face of the white-clothed Divine Monarch: "Have you ever been there when you were a mortal?"

Fu Cang frowned, and said lightly: "I haven't been there, and I never wanted to go." ”

Those are the skin and meat business in the wind and dust field, and the Fucang Divine Monarch, who has had a mortal experience, naturally understands the true meaning. So the dragon princess, who had never been a mortal, wondered: "Why don't you go? If you go, you should be able to get a lot of money?"

Fu Cang found that she couldn't keep up with her out-of-the-box train of thought again, "why don't you go" aside, what does "take a lot of money" mean? Did she misunderstand something?

Sure enough, the next moment she said again: "I read in the book that Oiran is one in a million beauties, if you go, you should be the first Oiran in the mortal world, right? ”

She still remembers that he deceived the three tail hairs of the Nine Princesses of the Sky Fox Clan with just his face.

The feeling in Fucang's heart has never been so complicated, I don't know whether to be happy, angry, or knocked to the ground by her unique imagination.

He could only take a step forward and continue to walk, while saying coldly: "Silence, it's time to do official business." ”

Coincidentally, as soon as the words fell, he felt that there was a trace of extremely subtle and distant demonic energy in the night wind, and he trembled slightly, and Fu Cang immediately turned into a ball of breeze and chased away.

zigzag out of the town, flew for a long time, the turbidity around gradually became thicker, nearby is a barren dead land, there are some mortal dying grudges, presumably once a mortal battlefield. This kind of land is avoided by ghosts and gods, and the cannibal demon hides here, which is very clever.

In the distance, the gloomy wind fell under a huge tree with a pitch-black body, revealing a demon body, but it was a mandrill, he grabbed two unconscious mortals in his hands, sat down under the bone-covered tree, and sighed: "The edict of slaying demons from the heavens above has been withdrawn for many years, and the gods are too late to enjoy themselves, so they don't care about such a little devil as you, you former earth immortals, don't struggle anymore, or if you fall into a demon—look, there is only so much left of the clear qi, and it is still a dead end to be discovered by the patrolling gods, so it is better to be free for a few days, why bother to suffer yourself?" ”

Fu Cang didn't care about him first, and looked around, this dead place with withered plants and trees and completely lifeless was actually the prosperous and prosperous Daliang Wangcheng in the past. The passage of the mortal world, the decay of civil engineering, and the changes in the vicissitudes of life made him feel a sudden sigh.

The giant tree with a pitch-black body was the peach tree in the Qingdi Temple, and the body of the tree had been swallowed by turbidity, and only a little clear air remained near the roots.

The mandrill demon, who was once the master of the Great Liang Evil Country, slowly tore open the clothes of the mortals in his hand, picking out the fat and tender, and said: "This is already a dead land, you will be finished sooner or later, what is there to do for the earth immortals? I am so tired that I am half dead, and a fragment will be all gone......

As he spoke, he picked up a mortal who looked fatter and tenderer, and was about to feast, when the cold and clear wind came to his face, he only felt a flash of golden light, and in an instant he was bitten by a huge golden dragon, and pushed more than ten feet on the ground, screaming loudly in pain.

The next moment, the bundle of demon ropes and cinnabar mantras tied him from head to toe, and the mandrill demon realized that the golden dragon was the sword qi dragon of the Hua Xu clan, and the white-clothed warrior with a cold look in front of him was the Fucang Shenjun who was retaliated against by himself when he was a mortal. His face turned yellow, and he didn't know whether it was pain or fright.

"It is a felony for the demon clan to prey on mortals. With a wave of Fu Cang's long sleeves, the golden dragon gently bit the stupid mandrill demon in his mouth and swam aside, "Wait for me to go back to the criminal department to convict." ”

He slowly walked to the old peach tree, looked up for a moment, and said gently: "Back then, I went down to the earth to go through calamities, and I was taken care of by the earth immortals. ”

The dark branches and leaves of the peach tree began to tremble, and I don't know whether it was emotion, fear, or finally relief. Back then, when the sea of hatred was littered with fragments, it coincided with the thirty-sixth feathering of the peach tree and the earth fairy, and he didn't want to be smashed into the peach tree by the fragments, so he was infected with turbidity, and the earth fairy statue could no longer appear.

He cultivated from a peach tree to an earth immortal, and the hardships were indescribable, how could he be willing to degenerate into a demon? He had to suffer with the turbidity in his body in this dead land, and to this day, he has been infected by the turbidity and most of his body, and he hardly holds out any hope, and he never thinks that he can reunite with his old people.

Fu Cang raised his hand and patted it lightly on the peach tree, and the fragments deeply embedded in the peach tree were immediately ejected, and the tail of the golden dragon turned into powder for the pure Jun sword scabbard.

The divine power of the golden wood rippled like a tide, and the dried and dead weeds all over the ground suddenly turned green, and the abundant and abundant fresh air filled the silent dead land.

Fu Cang looked at the old peach tree that was still dark again, and said, "I hope you will clear the turbidity as soon as possible and benefit the land." ”

This time, don't use the incense of the Qingdi Temple to build a peach fairy temple by yourself.

The white-clothed god monarch who had completed his official duties rose against the wind, flew for a long time without seeing the dragon princess speak, and immediately separated a trace of divine thought to probe into Chunjun, but saw that she had fallen asleep with the story of the female ghost scholar on her pillow. Because of her meager divine power, she said that she would sleep and sleep, and she couldn't hold it for a moment, so she just hoped that she wouldn't sleep for too many days this time, otherwise she would be depressed in Chunjun again.

(Zilang Literature)