The crisp and high sound of eagles pierced the sky, and in the darkness, a gray-red figure crossed the sky of Shangjing.

The woman in the Taoist robe sat quietly in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, her long hair as silky as silky and draped casually, but not half messy, she sat silently, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

On the stone table, a simple bamboo cup exudes a faint heat. The pavilion in the center of the lake without candles only has a faint moonlight, lined with the woman's dusty temperament, as if the clouds and mist have drifted to the center of the lake for her.

"Fog Miasma."

The onion-like fingertips lightly tapped the stone table, Zhuge Qing's eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to be a little sleepy and muttered: "Suddenly condensing water mist, the fog has miasma, the qi hides the evil toad, and the toad devours the soul." ”

Raising his wrist, the dust appeared in Zhuge Qing's hand at some point. She didn't wave it, but just gently picked at the dust, leaving a trace on her mane as if it had scratched a little moonlight.

It is like a breeze blowing across the lake, and the faint ripples are difficult to detect. But it was the blade condensed by Yuehua, silent and traceless, calmly cutting off the gradually condensing mist, tearing apart the ubiquitous poisonous miasma.

"The demonic spirit is too strong."

Shaking his head as if he was a little disappointed, Zhuge Qing raised his eyes and sighed lightly, brushing the dust across the stone table, as if sweeping away the dust, "Make this fog lose its artistic conception." ”

Rumble!

The sting of spring lurks in the twilight of autumn, and the toad that was originally hidden in the mist is drawn out by the thunder that falls from the sky. The embarrassed toad tried to pull through the mist to cover its body, but the filament-like electric traces were entangled in the water vapor, staring at the blackened toad demon like a poisonous snake.

The spring thunder is not amazing, it is only evil.

"Hydrobeetle."

Zhuge Qing's eyes are very clear, just like her name, simple and pure. There is no beautiful starlight, and there is no charm that makes people dream. Her eyes were filled with only the silent starry sky, the half-curled moon, and everything else in the world.

That's enough.

Can't hide.

The water surface is distinct, and the spring equinox makes the cold winter retreat from the world, welcoming the warm sun and turning ice and snow.

Twenty-four solar terms, spring equinox.

Even if the cold winter of the wax moon can make the scorching sun choke the wrist and keep the Yangtze River from flowing, it does not dare to avoid the spring equinox.

The beginning of spring hides the cold winter, the rain covers the ice surge, and the sting avoids the cold wind.

The unique spring equinox leads to warm sun, calls for clear rain, and divides spring.

The centipede holding the water gate stared at the difference between spring and winter, separating the demonic water surface, the centipede festival, and its filthy centipede gall.

"Toad centipede, longevity and wealth."

The misty toad trembled, and it couldn't believe that the water beetle guarding the water gate had died in the vernal equinox, and the poisonous miasma given by the lady was trembling in shock.

"Demons eat people, people kill demons, but shemales say the same thing. I really don't know if it's destined, or..."

Shaking his head slightly, Zhuge Qing put away the dust, and the misty toad that had already died, but was only retained by the stunned thunder for a short time, also dissipated. She picked up the teacup in front of her, took a sip, then spit out her fragrant tongue, frowned like a cat, and whispered:

"It's hot."

"Two Five Realm monsters, when combined, can even compete with the Seven Realms, but they don't even have the qualifications to make the tea in your cup cold down."

In the dense forest, the woman in Tsing Yi slowly walked out with a complicated face. She looked at Zhuge Qing, who was struggling with his tongue, and it was difficult to connect her with the fairy who killed the two evil demons between Fang Cai Yun and the breeze.

"Hiss~~~Master Cen ~~Hot hot~~~ You can't help it?"

Stretched out his hand and slapped his tongue twice, Zhuge Qing with a cat tongue raised his head, looked at Master Cen who was slowly walking out, and asked curiously, "Why don't you veil yourself?" ”

"It doesn't make sense."

Shaking his head, the cyan scales at the corners of Master Cen's eyes were particularly conspicuous. She looked at Zhuge Qing and said calmly, "You have already seen through me, right?" ”

"Correct."

Stretching out his fingers, Zhuge Qing interrupted Master Cen's words, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, "It's not me." ”

"It's Zhou Li."

"Zhou Li..."

Cen Shu was stunned, and after a while, her expression became more complicated.

"Isn't he a pervert?"

This sentence directly silenced Zhuge Qing.

"Perverts can also have intelligence."

After a long time, Zhuge Qing responded in a deep voice.

So you also admit that Zhou Li is a pervert, right?

"If you hadn't come forward, I wouldn't have found you today."

Zhuge Qing turned the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes slightly, and asked with interest: "So, why do you want to throw yourself into the net?" ”

"For my sister."

After sighing lightly, Cen Shu moved the cyan snake tail, and the master's green clothes slowly fell, revealing the soft white and tender covered by scales. She stared at Zhuge Qing, her vertical pupils were full of helplessness and determination.

"I know that I am invincible, but I dare to get up, but I have a different opinion of you."

Zhuge Qing got up slowly, raised his hand, and drank all the cold tea in the cup, as if the fairy-like woman was extremely cold in the moonlight.

The green snake looked at the fairy surrounded by cold dew in front of him in a daze, and smiled bitterly.

Twenty-four solar terms··· Cold dew.

Antares, which represents midsummer, has sunk westward, and in September, the dew is cold and will condense also. At this time, it is the time of cold dew, the air is cool, not cold, warm, and it is the most favorite season of the fairy-like Taoist.

But it is also the season when the snake is most disgusted.

Snakes, afraid of cold, sleep long in winter.

"If it's the height of summer, maybe you still have the strength to fight."

Raising his hand, the water vapor condensed by the cold dew was as piercing as a soul. With a tap of the water dew on his fingertips, Zhuge Qing said calmly as usual: "It's a pity..."

"It's the season of cold dew."

The frost was howling, the autumn wind was like thorns, and the green snake suddenly moved its body, flashing the cold wind that hit one after another like a streamer.

yes, the cold dew season.

The green snake clasped her hands together, and a flash of fire flickered behind her. She stared at the frost-enveloped figure and said to herself in her heart.

Missed this season...

Butterflies can't fly.

In the world of ink, there are more brilliant colors.

Yun Bai looked at the sparkling waves on the surface of the lake in a daze, and his eyes gradually diffused with colorful light.

"What you wanted was her."

Zhuge Qing suddenly thought of something, squinted his eyes, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the frost spread on the surface of the lake, sealing everything.

"With the heart of a saint of lust..."

Closing his eyes, the green snake felt the beautiful love in the clear and warm heart of the girl's chest in the bedroom not far away, which made it difficult to take his eyes off.

"Xu Xian, you are wrong."

The white snake slowly opened her eyes, and in the dim dungeon, she stared at the stone statue in front of her, and said softly: "If the saint has lust in his heart, even the immortal can't stop us." ”

The stone statue engraved with the dragon and the monk stands in the vast underground Buddha cave, the monk with his eyes closed, his hands folded, and the monk in his robe holding a ring bead and looking pious. The six-clawed black dragon hidden in the darkness opened its eyes angrily, as if a ghost was reincarnated.

The Buddha cave is like an upside-down stacked tower, extending downwards and gradually narrowing. The white snake slowly crawled to the top of the tower, looking at the three big characters engraved in Song Xingshu on the entrance of the cave, and only infinite desire was left in the pure white vertical pupils.

Leifeng Tower.

"Xu Xian, you have suppressed Fahai for a thousand years, and I have guarded him for a thousand years."

Turning around, looking at the stone statue of the six-clawed black dragon, the white snake gritted its teeth, and its eyes were full of demonic energy.

"You say that the Buddha and the demon are not mutually exclusive?"

"I don't believe it!" (End of chapter)