In the Central Plains of the Northland, the war clouds are miserable, the murderous atmosphere is dense, and the raging wind and snow always seem to have a trace of blood, but in the southern realm of a river, it is a song and dance, the city is full of jewels, and the indescribable prosperous scene is the snow that comes as scheduled, and it is also like the Qionghua jade grains that are swirling in mid-air, and it is a beautiful and festive atmosphere.

In this flying snow, a scribe in a pale blue robe is walking between the foggy mountain and forest roads, the hills in the south of the Yangtze River are not as steep and reckless as the mountains in the north, nor are they as majestic and majestic as the Bashu Peaks and Mountains, only in the grass and trees reveal the beautiful atmosphere of Zhong Lingyu, but at the time of this winter snowstorm, the grass and trees have already withered, and the winding path of this mountain road has become extremely muddy and slippery.

However, the blue-robed scribe did not seem to care, and his fat-looking figure was unusually light and chic as he walked, as if he were not on the ground, and he went farther and farther, and in a short time he went straight into the depths of the mountain forest.

Perhaps because of the wind and snow and the deep nature of the mountains and forests, the twilight here seemed to arrive a little earlier than usual, and by the time the blue-robed scribe knocked on the wood of a rather elegant hut, the light had become dim and cloudy and indecipherable.

However, this did not prevent the green-robed scribe from clearly seeing the door of the firewood moving, and leaned out the half of the body of a trembling old woman, and saw that the old woman was cleanly dressed, her body was half-tied, and the wrinkles and folds on her face squeezed her facial features into a pile.

The old woman also quickly looked at the green-robed scribe, not to mention that the other party was fat, and his face was quite unbearable, with a pitted pimple on his face, and a mustache on his lips that obviously showed that he was not very young, although he was dressed as a scribe, he did not have the graceful posture of a customary scribe. Fortunately, his eyes are bright, and there is naturally a free and uninhibited demeanor in his speech and demeanor, which makes the old woman's hazy eyes also light up.

"Old Mumu, this can be disturbed, returning to the south Shizi, anxious to return to his hometown for the New Year, not intending to get lost in the mountains, seeing that it is too late, please stay overnight, tomorrow morning at dawn, if Meng Mumu takes in, he will be rewarded with a lot of money. The green-robed scribe took a deep squeeze, and when he bent down, he already smelled the warm smell of fat powder coming from the hut at the tip of his nose.

The old woman's face showed an expression that could not tell whether it was laughter or emotion, and she only felt that the wrinkles that were crowded together spread out like a flower blooming, and as soon as she spoke, it was a thick Jiangnan accent: "Childe sleeps overnight, there is no reason not to allow it, but the small house is ugly, and the family is full of female dependents, but I am afraid of many inconveniences, so please go along this road and go up a small half mile road, and then you can see the place of rest." ”

The blue-robed scribe suddenly looked overjoyed, and then replied: "In this case, thank you for telling the old man." Before he could get up, the firewood collapsed and was firmly closed.

The green-robed scribe glanced around the thatched hut again, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, according to the words of the old woman, went straight inward along the winding mountain road, after a while, the eyes suddenly opened up, although the sky was getting darker and darker, but also saw clearly, here is an extremely large hot spring, steaming hot, even the chill of the wind and snow seems to be swept away, the mountain stone arch next to the hot spring, forming a natural stone house, the green-robed scribe walked in, found that the ground was dry, not affected by the snow outside, it was really the most ideal place to stay。

What the old woman said was indeed true, the green-robed scribe Shi Shiran sat down against the stone wall, turned his eyes around, and sniffed against the ground, his expression moved slightly, and then leaned back comfortably, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

......

I don't know how long it took, the small stone house was suddenly full of the fragrance of fat powder, and the green-robed scribe raised his eyelids, not looking at the situation in the house, but looking at the vision in the hot spring.

If it is a vision, it is inevitable that the pool is wrong, in fact, in addition to the plain white glow, this hot spring is simply a fragrant scene, a woman with long hair scattered slightly on the side of the beautiful delicate, naked snow-white smooth, beautiful lines of the pink back, is washing as if no one is around, occasionally the sound of water, a crystal slender jade leg with the splash seems to be intentionally or unintentionally lifted from the water, the woman's slender fingers gently stroked the jade leg, it seems to be kneading and rubbing, but it is very seductive, and the ghost light undoubtedly reflects this fragrant scene more clearly。

As if she was afraid that the green-robed scribe in the stone house would not see it, the woman even sang leisurely, her throat was clear and elegant, and she sprayed jade beads:

"Zihui thinks of me, and I am dabbled in clothes. If the son doesn't think about it, how can there be no one else? Zihui thinks of me, and wades in clothes. If the son does not think about it, is there no other person? The madness of the mad child is also ......"

This is the famous sentence of the bright and open girl in the Book of Poetry who longs for the love of men and women, but all scholars and scribes, how can they not hear the string song and know the elegant meaning? Moreover, it is in this valley snow dance night, the warm lingering realm, and then look at the woman Although only half of her face is exposed, half of her body is shown, but she is also ice muscle and jade bones, and she is like a god-like beauty, and her eyes are full of boundlessness, which is the holy master and sage, and it is difficult to stop this hot desire.

The green-robed scribe still smiled at the corner of his mouth, picked up his hands, sat down on the shore of the hot spring with great interest, listened to the song for a long time, and then high-fived and praised: "What a song of Zheng Feng's clothes, it is really full of ears, and the clouds are surrounding." It's just that singing this tune should have been a refreshing girl, as delicate and soft as you, but there is a discrepancy in the artistic conception. ”

The woman seemed to be startled by the sudden male voice, and with a sigh, she stood up from the hot spring water in a panic, and her whole body was delicate at this stand, revealing her perfect slender body in front of the blue-robed scribe, and then she curled up back into the water with her shame like a fierce province, revealing only a pretty face with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and met the gaze of the green-robed scribe with a panicked and frightened shame.

"Who is Childe......? This scared the slave family to death...... "The woman was ashamed and couldn't look up, and she wanted to speak."

The blue-robed scribe did not answer, but asked, "Aren't you the girl from that hut? ”

The woman blushed and hummed softly, this soft voice couldn't help but make the man half of his body crisp, but the green-robed scribe was not moved at all, and he didn't even change the posture of copying his hands.

"Oh, since it's the girl of that cottage, then when I went to spend the night just now, that old mother has no reason not to tell you the news that I am resting here, right?

The shyness on the woman's face gradually receded, replaced by a puzzled expression, Yingying's eyes turned and turned on the scribe's face, and it took a long time before she remembered to answer: "Ah, the slave family has never heard grandma talk about this, but they are used to coming to this hot spring every night to wash, but they don't want to...... I don't want to meet Childe here......" When he spoke, the shyness reappeared.

"It's a joke again, this is a deep mountain, not your backyard, how can there be a reason to walk far away and take a bath at night?

The woman turned her head sideways, but this time there was a hint of confusion, she had never met such a person, and she began to hesitate in her heart, whether to continue the previous pretentiousness, or simply tear the disguise to see the poor dagger?

The blue-robed scribe waved his hand at the woman, and his tone was very serious: "I'm strange, so many unreasonable flaws, when you did this kind of thing before, no one ever found out?"

"What do you mean by that?" the woman said coldly, she had already sensed that the other party's comer was not good.

"If I were you, what I would do now would be to flee as soon as possible, instead of trying to get away with it. That grandma of yours, if she had a little bit of discernment like me, wouldn't be so stupid as to let you do it again tonight. She should know that no matter how anxious a pedestrian is, in such weather, he will not break into the mountains alone, and you see that I am covered in the dust, do you have any wind and dust on my body?well, in fact, I deliberately exposed this flaw, so as to examine your ......" The blue-robed scribe pointed to his own bright forehead, and the few pimples on it that did not affect his appearance were quite conspicuous, "...... It's a pity that your grandmother only cares about whether the meat on my body is fat enough, and it doesn't taste delicious. ”

The green-robed scribe made a very regretful expression, he was right, looking at his green-robed Zhou Zhouzheng, there was not even any mud and snow on it, this is by no means what a traveler in a snowy day should look like.

The woman's once charming face is becoming cold, the shyness of spring has long become the vigilance of gnashing her teeth, and the hot spring water under her body is quietly freezing.

The blue-robed scribe was unconscious, and said to himself: "This seemingly naturally generated stone house is obviously set up by you deliberately, when you are happy with the man in the stone house, the root meridians under the stone house will suck the man's essence blood, and then teleport to the withered pine old tree demon in the hut, I smell the smell of blood, but the smell is not too strong, it seems that you have not hunted for a long time, too, you are usually inaccessible here, and you can only catch a few travelers who are lost." ”

"Who are you?" the woman's voice was now unusually eerie, her apricot eyes showing a strange blue color at the moment.

The green-robed scribe touched it in his arms for a long time, and when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed a crumpled white piece of paper, on which the pen was written in italics, and he preached loudly: "The Great Jin Dynasty Mausoleum Commander Order, the old demon of the withered pine of Wuquan Mountain carries the female ghost of the barland, seductive, sucking essence and blood, for a hundred years of evil, it is fate!" brush, the green-robed scribe put the white paper in his arms again, and gave the woman a gentle smile: "The first evil is to be punished, and the accomplice is captured." You're lucky, you're an accomplice. ”

The woman's sudden and sharp scream was not her sudden attack, although she was also prepared to make a sudden attack, but the reason for her to lose her voice was that the already frozen spring water suddenly boiled, and black air swirls wrapped around her whole body like a rope.

Her eyes were wide open in horror, but she couldn't move, she could only watch a slender human figure suddenly fly up in the water, this is an ugly middle-aged man, but the strange thing is that this middle-aged man obviously came out of the water, dressed in black but without any water stains, and when he opened his eyes, the yellow light flashed.

This is a Blood Spirit Dao demon, although this woman has not been practicing for a long time, she also knows this kind of demon aura, but she is only surprised now, why is a Blood Spirit Dao demon and a mortal who claims to be the commander of the Great Jin Tomb join together.

"Name!" the lean middle-aged man asked righteously, like a fox and a tiger official officer.

The woman knew that she was far away, where did she dare to defend, lowered her head and said timidly: "Slave...... The slave family was called ...... before his death It's called Qian'er ......"

The green-robed scribe suddenly interjected: "Don't worry, this is the Araoka female ghost attached to the tree demon, take it back for trial." ”

The lean middle-aged man smiled, stood on the solid stone on the shore with one foot, and moved his hand easily, Qian'er only felt a tightness all over her body, and the black qi shrank her body, and then withdrew the slender middle-aged man's hand, and in a moment, it turned into a black ball of light that could be held back with one palm.

"Brother Wu is very skilled, and he captured this century-old female ghost with one move. The blue-robed scribe smiled at the thin middle-aged man.

"It's boring, after a hundred years of cultivation, I will clean it up with one finger. The lean middle-aged man known as Brother Wu is unwilling to use too much, the ghost light has not yet dissipated, and his face is clearly reflected, but it is not the once famous Pingtaowu dust-wading demon envoy, and now he is in the tomb to eat the official salary of the emperor's food Wei Wei Wuscale, but since he has become a person in the court, the rather disgraceful name of no scales is naturally abandoned, he is now called Wu Ling, this is a homophonic name that has long been used to it.

"I said Shi Gongzi, in fact, I saw it just now, this female ghost's body and appearance are all the best choice, you can fake it and do it, take advantage of it before you start, your thing is taken care of by the gods, and it is just a heroic style. Wu Ling grimaced at the green-robed scribe again, needless to say, the Shi Gongzi in his mouth was Shi Ming, a scholar of Yang Zhai who was now reborn with extraordinary energy.

Shi Yu pouted at Wu Ling: "Come on, I knew that you guys were surrounded by all around, and I fell in front of your eyes to make that tune, really I am an animal?"

Wu Ling smiled strangely, and shook the black ball in the tent and put it away: "The old tree demon of the withered pine here has only been practicing for hundreds of years, and it is not enough to see, it is all unsightly in the past, plus those few little female ghosts who are not successful, but I want many of us to take action, and I also promote them, I want me to say, just rush in and catch them all, and it will cost you to do this?"

"It is necessary to confirm their evil deeds, so that there is a basis for punishment, this is the law of the court, how can it be chaotic?"

Wu Ling grinned, sneering at this act of taking off his pants and farting.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance, which shook the ground here, and looked away from the distance, but it was where the firewood of the hut was located before.

Under the huge earthquake, half of the stone house behind Shi Wei collapsed, and the tremors in the ground did not stop for a long time.

"The boy of the Zhong family has done it, it seems that the old dryad of the dead pine has really worked hard, from there to the underground here, it is all the root meridians under her cloth, you see, there is such a big movement. Wu Ling and Shi Wei stood side by side, not caring about the trembling underground.

"Mr. Zhong has always been quick and precise in his moves, but when you listen to this voice, the house is about to be demolished, it doesn't seem to be his ......" Shi Yu didn't finish speaking, and suddenly glanced at Wu Ling, and said in unison: "It's Niu Wu!"

Wu Ling seemed to be a little lucky: "Fortunately, this is a tree demon, not something else, otherwise I would have to cook for him again." ”

Shi Wei scratched his head, he felt the same way, the world is afraid of demons and cannibalism, but in the Mausoleum Lieutenant, there is such a foolish cook, his biggest hobby is to kill the demons, with the demon's true body to make dishes, and then feast, the demon cannibalism is terrible, but people really eat demons, but also make a group of Tomb guards feel a burst of chills that penetrate into the bone marrow.

"Let's go, let Niu Wu lightly move, and go back to Jiankang City after finishing his errands. Shi Wei slapped his forehead and asked Wu Ling again, "When did Captain Teng say he came back?"