There are many big sects in the world, countless small factions, and there are all kinds of Taoist talismans, pills, and spells, but the east and west have their own strengths and weaknesses. Several major sects have better resources and methods in the Fu Dan spell, representing the best and highest level, the pill prolongs life, increases mana, the talisman chases the soul, the magic circle subdues demons and destroys demons, and the artifact magic weapon captures the heaven and earth, and so on, all of which are magical things that ordinary people can't ask for.

This kind of mountain and river cruising talisman made by the exclusive secret of the old road is a school of its own, the mountains and mountains can smell the demon breath hidden in the meantime, where there are clues, it is like a pioneer in the pathfinder, at this time the talisman is riding the wind in the sky, flying out of a hundred zhang away, has become a little spark to lead the front, where the demon is the strongest within a hundred miles, the ghost is the most vigorous, the evil is the most fierce, it is the place where the talisman searches and points to.

The two of them were about to follow Fu Qi Yujian away, when a delicate drink suddenly sounded on their backs, and the old and young enemies shook their bodies at the same time, and looked back.

Under the dark moon and the stars, a vague slender white shadow slowly walked in the mountain road, as light as the wind, like a night ghost flying off the ground.

"I've been chasing this spirit beast for more than a year, and you must leave it behind" turned out to be a young female voice.

With a wave of the sleeves of the old Taoist robe, he recalled the mountains and rivers talisman, and a little white light drilled into the cuffs, looking at the white shadow that was getting closer and closer without speaking.

Li Muran took a few steps forward, recognized the ghost shadow as a slender woman with a voice like a yellow bird, and laughed teasingly: "The girl is late, I just accepted this little cutie as my godson, he is the cutest and naughtiest of the spirit animals I have ever seen, you have been chasing for a year, but unfortunately there is no fate?" I happened to be passing by, this little guy took the initiative to give him a hug, what a coincidence."

Circling around the girl, looking up and down, his mouth deliberately made the usual smacking sound of a womanizer tasting women, Li Muran raised his cheeks and said: "In the wilderness, in the middle of the night, how could a beautiful woman suddenly appear, are you a ghost or a demon?" ”

The woman who was being molested was not angry, and a black shadow came out of her body, but after a gust of wind swept her ears, Li Muran cried out in a lost voice: "What the hell is this, biting my scalp numb."

"The seven-star scorpion that punishes the womanizer is extremely poisonous, without this girl's elixir, the pain will not stop for a moment, hand over the phantom slave, spare you from death" The woman laughed.

After saying that, he waved his hand, and two white-clothed women walked out of the woods beside him, standing beside the girl on the left and right, dressed and dressed as the two identities of maids and guards.

"Women are really easy to deceive, God bless, the phantom slave seems to think that this scorpion tastes good, if the girl doesn't care, give a few more" Li Muran looked at the phantom slave who ate the poisonous scorpion in his arms, and was surprised that this little spirit beast knew how to protect the bravery and spirituality of the master when they met for the first time.

The girl never thought that the phantom slave secretly protected the master, and at the moment when the poisonous scorpion possessed her, she caught and ate it steadily and ruthlessly, and almost bit her silver teeth and said angrily: "The dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, this girl asks the last time, to give or not to give?" ”

Li Muran, who likes to fight with unruly women the most, looked at a few people by the faint moonlight, the maid thinly applied powder, and the gentle middle man hid her murderous spirit and anger between her eyebrows, looking like a woman who can go to the soup for her at any time.

The woman in white is like a pear blossom in full bloom, her appearance and temperament are not enough to cover the country, and she is more than enough to fall into the city.

Li Muran smiled embarrassedly: "The girl's temper should be spoiled by a big family, right?" The phantom slave is my godson, and there is no room for bargaining."

Monk Fei Dao bent on his waist, ran between the two, and said with a smile: "Grandpa has a good idea, one of you is a father and the other is a mother, just a couple"

Li Muran took over the conversation and said with a wicked smile: "Stinky old man, you can't be a single dog for a lifetime, right, is it okay for this girl to be a concubine?" Serve tea and pour water to warm the quilt, and I also know what is the blessing of Qi people"

"The rabbit cub has no rules, what kind of concubine does grandpa want, so he lacks a girl to serve, wash my clothes, cook for me, and pour the night pot" Monk Feidao looked at the woman in white and smirked.

The woman was so angry that her cheeks were red, and the cherry mouth bit out a faint tooth mark, and her anger was about to flare up, and the two maids who saw the master's intentions took the lead.

In the air as calm as water, the two white sleeves stirred a wave of wind and swept towards Li Muran.

There are two dexterous knives hidden in the cuffs, the blades are cold, flashing with a dazzling white light, and there is a faint girlish fragrance in the murderous aura.

In the past few years, fighting demons and ghosts, using spells and Taoism, like a perennial dish, there is always some tiredness and disgust, unable to lift the spirit, at this moment touching the slender and fragrant woman, some itchy Li Muran just moved his muscles and bones, stretched his hands and feet, flashed to the side and was about to draw his sword and swing away the two sleeve knives, his hand was taken aback when he reached his waist, and he regretted that the act of throwing the sword just now was the fastest retribution.

The blade was only a foot away from his throat, the coldness was cold, and retreating was the only way to save his life but lose face, and at the last moment, Li Muran had to fly back a few meters with his left foot.

The dignified man was forced to retreat by two women, Li Muran suddenly felt a little dull on his face, and said with a smile: "The two girls are not small, in line with the gentleman's style of a good man who does not fight with a woman, let you make ten moves first."

The woman in white said angrily: "Whoever wants you to let it, if you don't hand over the phantom slave, you will take your dog's life."

The two white-clothed maids untied the soft swords at their waists, and couldn't help but stab out a few white rays, instantly covering Li Muran in the sword flowers, and the sword moves were dense and elegant, as if the drizzle in March was difficult to dodge, and you still hid from all over the world, and there were always a few pieces of rain sticking to your shoulders, trousers, legs, and wrists.

It's just that the sword is like the rain in March, but the people are like dragonflies in the rain, Li Muran always finds a little space and opportunity to flicker and move in the seemingly seamless sword net, and the two maids who were being played with had no idea, and consciously had the upper hand and refused to stop.

"Hehe, ten moves have passed, if you want to fight, it's better to be respectful," Li Muran jumped onto a tree, broke half of a long branch, stepped on a branch as thin as a finger, and his body was as light as a blank piece of paper, and said: "Before the fight, the girl has to tell the family, in case she accidentally hurts the three beauties, it is better to come to the door to propose, let my old family slave marry and return to the house, and take care of them for the rest of their lives."

Monk Feidao echoed: "The big one belongs to you, be your first personal concubine, the small one I marry as a wife, the other as a maid, and the old slave Xie Young Master rewards"

The woman in white, who had been suffering in anger for a long time, scolded: "If you dare to provoke the Northern Styx Mountain, you will kill them all, and no one will be left."

A woman with a princess temper when she comes out of her mother's womb is lucky to be born in the North Stygian Mountain that can give her a princess's life. Becoming the daughter of Murong Chun, the overlord of the north, means that the girl is angry and frightened, and everyone is coaxed, how many times she has chased her biological father all the way to beat and scold her unreasonable, crying and shouting that her face is full of stubble, Murong Chun, who is as strong as an ox, is attached to be a docile cow and horse, carrying her daughter and crawling all over the ground.

The eighteenth birthday gift was not to his liking, and the rumors that Murong Chun was tied to a tree by his own daughter and whipped three times are known to the world, and the world has since known that the fault of the female godfather is not an exaggerated statement in the book, and it also knows that the most powerful voice in the northern territory is not Murong Chun, but the eighteen-year-old Murong Yan.

Murong Yan, who was so praised by thousands of people and coaxed by thousands of people, pointed at Li Muran and scolded: "Grandma not only has to take back the phantom slave, but also has to cut off your heads and chop them up, and bring them back to the North Styx Mountain to feed the wild dogs."

"This is an aunt and grandmother who can't be provoked, little princess, let's let go of the phantom slave" Seng Feidao winked his eyebrows at Li Muran, signaling him to continue acting.

Li Muran said with a smile: "What kind of mountain is the North Styx Mountain, I have heard of the Dog Shit Mountain, the Cow Shit Mountain, is the North Styx Mountain comparable to the Dog Shit Mountain?" ”

Murong Yan, who was angry and burst out a few lines of tears, struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Chop it up and feed it to the dog!" ”

The two maids were about to attack, when suddenly a group of backs flew over their shoulders, and Li Muran shouted: "Phantom slaves come back quickly, don't hurt anyone"

The phantom slave suddenly left, and came suddenly, and the lightning and stone fire took a bite on the girl's shoulder, and returned to Li Muran's arms at a gallop, poking out a small head to look at the master.

After hesitating for a moment, the two maids who were about to fight desperately threw down their soft swords, bowed their waists towards Li Muran and said, "Miss, come down, Lord Murong should punish us again when he sees it."

Li Muran laughed loudly, and suddenly understood that the two of them had fallen into the ecstasy of the phantom slave, and said: "You two are useless, go and arrest that damn girl, don't hurt her"

Seeing the two personal maids approaching him, Murong Yan threw out two crisp slaps and scolded: "Useless things, go back and see how I clean you up"

The words fell, flashed behind the two of them, their hands were as fast as butterflies among flowers, and a silver needle was inserted into the back of the maid's head, revealing a white snake head and needle tail, and scolded: "Don't be too happy, I have the best way to deal with the demon beasts and spirit beasts in the world, Bei Ying Mountain dares to say first, and no one in the world dares to say second."

The two maids were calmed by the silver needle, and the copper cast iron poured generally stood in place, like wooden people.

Murong Yan, who is gradually calming down, is not a good-looking vase with only a temper and no brains, she has followed her father since she was a child, and her vision and knowledge are better than many ordinary men. Since childhood, he has been accustomed to seeing all kinds of characters from all over the world in Murong Chun's extensive network, and it is difficult to say that he has a good eye for people, but he can always see the unique extraordinariness and deep edge of the other party after a contest of words and deeds. After looking at the two of them back and forth, I guessed that there were a lot of things hidden in the two of them, probably the kind of outsiders who only wandered in the mountains and wilderness as Dad often said.

Thinking of Murong Chun's words not to bully, baby, don't be angry when you meet a master, you can spoil you as a princess is your own father, Bei Ying Mountain can come nonsense, you have to talk about the rules outside, but after being stunned for a moment, Murong Yan really let go of her anger.

Murong Yan smiled softly: "For the sake of a spirit beast to offend the North Styx Mountain, but because of the stupid thing of a small loss, this phantom slave has no special spirituality, as long as you are willing to give it to me, there are countless kinds of spirit beasts with their own spiritual power in the North Styx Mountain to choose from, big and small, tall and short."

Seng Feidao said with a smile: "Little baby, tell me what kind of spirit beast you can give us, grandpa's legs and feet are not flexible, can you change to a flying horse that is flying in the clouds?" ”

Murong Yan didn't say anything, and smiled at Li Muran: "Which sect are you from?" What's the use of a phantom slave? Spirit beasts are not humans, they don't know how to educate and train, they became demon beasts that day, and it is very likely that they will eat their masters."

Li Muran smiled and asked: "It is said that in the sects of the world, the people of the Northern Styx Mountain are born to know how to communicate with beasts, cultivate feelings, and have the best insight into the nature of beasts, know their psychological activities, and communicate with people, can the girl open my eyes, if this young man is happy, maybe he can be a favor and give you the phantom slave."

A few words of praise came into his ears, and Murong Yan, who was extremely useful, showed a smile and said, "Keep your dog's eyes wide open."

The old and young glanced at Murong Yan together, and they were quite expectant in their hearts.

Murong Yan took off the hairpin, and the long hair like a waterfall was sprinkled on her shoulders, adding a little more to the gentleness and beauty of the little jasper, she tore off the hairpin and took out a miniature piccolo carved from jasper, but it was only an inch in size, and her lips slightly opened and blew a pleasant flute sound.

After a while, the night birds in the forest heard as if some kind of mysterious call, no matter far or near, all the places covered by the sound of the flute, one after another left the nest, followed the sound of the flute, countless birds staged a grand scene of a hundred birds and a phoenix, a few tall trees not far from the three people, soon fell full of all kinds of birds and birds chirping, some fluttered wings to fight each other, some cleaned their feathers with each other to exchange feelings, densely packed into a ball, pressed the branches shook more than once.

Monk Feidao smiled: "It's fun, interesting, this little girl is not simple"

Li Muran patted him on the shoulder and said, "This thing, you shouldn't be right?" ”

The flute sound played by Murong Yan suddenly became low, and there was no tactful warmth at the beginning, but suddenly the rhythm was majestic and the rhythm was tense.

The noisy birds suddenly fell silent, each with their wings lowered their heads, and none of them dared to make a head bird, all of them stood obediently on the branches, and so acted in unison to obey the order, as if the general was in front of the army that ordered unity and forbidden.

Li Muran understood that the girl used a beautiful and melodious flute to summon a flock of birds, and then used majestic and solemn vocal music to control it, such a unique ability in the world, which was an exclusive secret technique that other sects could hardly have.

When the sound of the flute is majestic and atmospheric, like a big river suddenly falling into the abyss in the rush, all the birds leave the tree, only in the sky behind the girl gathered into a black wall of bird body scurrying, the girl's flute sound suddenly low, the flock of birds scattered but did not leave, the flute turned high, and gathered into a group again.

Thousands of birds of prey in the mountains obeyed the orders of a piccolo of the girl.