The moon is in the sky, and the cool breeze is blowing.

A shrill crow broke the silence, dropped a few crow feathers, and flew away.

He Guang raised his head and looked at Mo Changgeng, who was close at hand, and a group of people in his heart.

It's not that she's never been so close to someone, either she's beaten or beaten. Judging from Mo Changgeng's strength, she can only be beaten.

Mo Changgeng slowly touched Heguang's left sideburns, and a warm breath sprayed on her cheeks, and her face turned white.

Why is he touching my hair?

Wako's heart couldn't help but beat the drum.

Won't you notice I'm wearing a wig?

After the Ten Thousand Buddhas worship the mountain gate, they have to shave, and they don't care if they are finished. Some people are willing to wear a bald head, but most people still don't. So those who have a way to contact friends in the medicine gate, and those who have no way rely on those who have a way.

Dead skin hair growth agent, the kind that works immediately, regardless of the price.

Nowadays, in the Ten Thousand Buddhas, hair growth agents have become a mature industrial chain.

The uncles and grandparents above don't care, they want it too.

A month ago, Heguang was still wearing a head of green silk fluttering hair, and after two tricks with the master, he was pressed to the ground by him and shaved all along the scalp, leaving nothing left.

The mission hall was busy, and she didn't have time to get a hair growth agent to grow back, so she had to get a wig on top.

He Guang pressed against Mo Changgeng's chest, wanting to push him away, but halfway through, he heard a snort from the top of his head, "Why are you pushing me?" ”

Several excuses went through her mind, and she was about to come up with one to prevaricate him, but her heart skipped a pound when she saw his hand pass through her left sideburn.

No! Don't! Oh my wig! Ahh

Whew, fortunately I didn't take it off.

His two fingers pinched a red thread and caught it in front of her.

He Guang took the red thread, and under the moonlight, the end of the line shimmered.

She frowned and spat out two words, "Broken finger." ”

is worthy of being on the road, and without she noticing, she went down the dark line.

Mo Changgeng quietly took two steps back and widened the distance between him and her. "Residual fingers? A puppeteer who just debuted? ”

Kazuko paused and looked at him suspiciously, "Just debuted?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the two were stunned.

To be precise, the remnant finger debuted thirty years ago. That year, he was a foundation builder, in the world of swords and swords, he was a small rookie, or freshly baked, and everyone could come up and taste a few bites.

But I didn't expect this rookie fish to be a raw fish, a Jin Dan attacked, was killed by a stump finger, and bit his throat.

After the remnant finger counter-killing, he didn't stop, he cut Jin Dan into slices, sewed them up with red thread, and made a puppet. Placed at the entrance of the inner world, advertisements are read to passers-by every day.

"Unique assassination, one blow to kill, below the first infant, refuse to bargain. If interested, consult the residual finger. ”

For Kazumitsu, the remnant finger is a person of her time, and they almost made a name for themselves in the Kunyu world at the same time, and at the same time they became married.

For Mo Changgeng, the remnant finger is a new evil cultivator who has just debuted, and the decades in between, with a flick of his fingers.

Heguang put away the red line and stayed away from Mo Changgeng, she drew a ray of light between the two, "Generation gap." ”

On the eve of the Lantern Festival, the Law Enforcement Hall of Jiuqu City joined hands with the Law Enforcement Hall of the Great Yan Sect to prepare for various tree lanterns.

As the most prosperous street, Jingmingfang has to make the most preparations, and the preparation time is also the longest.

He Guang went to Fan Lou again and ordered a private room on the second floor, facing Jingming Street.

She opened the window, just as there was a cry of pain outside the window.

Hit someone? No, isn't this the second floor?

Bu Yunjie covered his chin, opened the window, and scolded loudly: "Which hairless cub, don't you know what the brothers are doing today?" Dare to open the window. ”

He stepped on the windowsill, and it happened to meet Kazumik's gaze, which was the one in the law enforcement hall.

There was a bit of embarrassment on both sides.

Kazumitsu: Hairless, poked at the pain point.

Buyunjie: Oh, I scolded the wrong person.

Fan Lou has always been a place frequented by the brothers of the Law Enforcement Hall, and he thought that it was his own brother who opened the door, but he didn't expect it to be a Taoist friend outside.

Fortunately, both of them were thick-skinned, looked at each other for a second, understood the meaning of both sides, and diverted the topic amicably.

Buyunjie's dress is quite bizarre, like a plaster who has just entered the city to work.

He has a white cloth around his head, a red and green white shirt on his body, a brush pen in his mouth, a can of paste in his left hand, a flagpole on his shoulder, and colorful flags fluttering behind him.

He calmly withdrew his foot from the windowsill, spit out the brush pen, clipped it to his ear, made a righteous and exemplary posture, and greeted calmly: "Senior sister of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Kazumitsu put his hands behind his back and greeted him without revealing a trace, the smile on his lips a little stiff.

She almost got stepped on, but luckily she flashed fast.

"Senior sister plans to spend the Lantern Festival in Jiuqu City?"

Kazuko nodded, thinking: Ghost Lantern Festival, she just wants to clean up this pile of rags.

Bu Yunjie laughed loudly: "The day after the Lantern Festival, tomorrow night is the opening ceremony, I hope the junior sister has a good time." After speaking, he just wanted to leave, and added, "Recently, Jiuqu City has been mixed with evil cultivators, and I don't doubt the strength of my junior sister, so it's better for my junior sister to pay attention." ”

After Buyun walked away, You Xiaowu lay on the table, bubbling sourly, pinching his throat and imitating: "Senior brother is good, junior sister is good, junior sister has fun, senior brother is good to go." ”

"Is it fun?"

The slightly gentle voice scared You Xiaowu and returned to his soul.

He turned his head stiffly, and the senior sister looked at him with a kind face, like a spring breeze, and smiled so much that her eyes were gone.

"Do you want to add another junior brother?"

You Xiaowu's heart is horizontal, and it's a big deal to be beaten.

He defended: "I've only seen each other twice, and I've called my senior sister, is our relationship with the Great Yan Sect so good?" The mouth was firm and unmoving, and the trembling tail still betrayed him.

The smile on Kazumitsu's face became more and more gentle, and she grabbed the small tug on the top of his head and pressed his head against the wall.

Fortunately, the walls of the Fan Tower are strong enough and soundproof, otherwise people outside would think that there was a fight inside.

"What's the name of the senior brother if you don't call it?"

You Xiaowu stiffened his neck and wiped the blood off his face, "Isn't it okay to call Daoyou?" ”

Kazuko pressed his face and grinded, "Do you remember the first sentence I taught you?" ”

You Xiaowu said dryly: "Public affairs are public affairs, private affairs are private affairs, and public and private affairs are clearly distinguished." ”

"Now that you know, what did you say?"

He bowed his head in a huff and said nothing.

Kazuko pulled him out of the wall, pressed him to sit on a chair, propped his chin, and smeared him with medicine. The effect of the medicine produced by the medicine gate is excellent, and the injury is lightened as soon as it is wiped.

She pinched his chin, and he lowered his eyes, not looking at her.

She snorted and slapped her hands on his cheeks, kneading his face into various shapes like a lump, until he couldn't stand it anymore and shouted to stop.

"Senior sister."

You Xiaowu's voice was a juvenile voice, like a gust of wind in March, caressing the trembling petals. The tail note dragged on, as if she was coquettish, like stroking and rubbing the petals back and forth.

"Okay?"

You Xiaowu sighed, gave up the general, and nodded decadently. Every time the two of them lost their temper, she used this trick against him, and he always ate it.

Heguang patted his head and ordered: "Okay, I'll go, senior sister is going to approve official business." ”

You Xiaowu knocked off her hand, took a bowl of seven-back paste from the table, dragged a stool, and walked to the window, there was a crowd outside the window, and I didn't know if I could see Ji Chanzi and Liu Youyou.

He propped up the window higher to see the whole picture.

Clear blue sky, cloudless.

Jiuqu City is forbidden to the sky, and now the ban has been broken for the Lantern Festival, and the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall have been given a green light. I saw the disciples of the Great Yan Sect carrying lanterns and flags, flying around.

On both sides of the street of Jingmingfang, there is a shed built with green bamboo, the green bamboo comes from the bamboo forest sea of 100,000 mountains, decorated with flowers of fragrant snow sea, colorful flags engraved with formations, and brocade silk hand-woven by the weaver girl. I can't see anything when it's not finished, and when it comes to the time of putting the lights, the mountain shed is lit up with thousands of lights, and the splendor.

The mountain shed is hung with cloth paintings, painting the legends of the Kunyu world from ancient times to the present, some have soared, some have fallen, and some have remained in the world.

In the restaurant opposite, Bu Yunjie was doused with red ink from head to toe, and he was grabbing a foundation disciple and scolding him with his head and face. Squinted his eyes, he saw You Xiaowu on the opposite windowsill, instantly changed his face, and nodded at him with a smile.

You Xiaowu tugged at the corners of his mouth and shook his hand in response.

Is this what politicians are?

One set in front of the person and one set after the other, the transition is seamless.

He pinched a seven-back paste, which was a steamed cake in the shape of a round flower, the extremely soft dough was flipped and folded seven times, and he took a bite hard, it was soft and sweet, but the fat was wrapped around his tongue, and it could not go down or disappear.

He topped his palate, there were many pastries in Jiuqu City, but the taste was too heavy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd on King Ming Street, spreading from far to near, and the crowd kept moving closer to both sides, making way for the middle way.

Passers-by stopped their hurried footsteps and watched quietly, and the people in the house also ran out.

The disciples of the Great Yan Sect stopped the men in their hands and stared at the statue in a salute.

You Xiaowu poked his head out of the window, stretched his body, and looked at the end of the street.

A humanoid statue is slowly approaching, the body of the statue is transparent, shining in the refraction of the sun, so that people can't see the face clearly. But You Xiaowu knew that it was the sculpture of the Kunlun Patriarch, and there were three more behind him.

A nameless admiration and emotion arose from the bottom of my heart, rushed to the tip of my nose, rushed to the corner of my eye, and dyed red.

You Xiaowu looked at the statue fixedly, they walked slowly, their fingertips or the tip of the sword spewed out a stream of water, sprinkled on the pedestrians on both sides, the people who were wet were happy, and the people who were not wet stepped forward and touched the lucky ones, wanting to be a little happy.

When the second sculpture passed by the window, You Xiaowu came back to his senses, and he didn't look back, waving to the senior sister hurriedly.

"Senior sister, come on, your ancestor is here."

A bald-headed monk with down-to-back eyes passed by the window, three scars on the top of his head, and a column of water shot out from his fingers with his hands folded, creating a beautiful rainbow in the air.

You Xiaowu was too excited, and the force of the beckoning was a little stronger, and he accidentally knocked off the fork lever that supported the window, and the fork rod fell downstairs and hit a female cultivator on the head impartially.

You Xiaowu leaned down and hurriedly smiled, only to hear what the person next to the female cultivator said.

"Youyu, are you alright?"