Chapter 150: I'll Count Three Times (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of the Happy Tyrannosaurus Brother)

Qingzhou, Linjiang County.

The long street is full of peddlers and pawns, and it seems to be the same as usual.

The storyteller in the teahouse was faced with a far greater number of customers than before, and he tried his best to earn two more coppers, but unfortunately there were more people listening, and there were fewer people willing to pay for it.

Shengdou Xiaomin couldn't understand the situation, and he could only get a few words of news about the Qingzhou master and the demon from the rumors of adding fuel and vinegar.

But sensitivity to danger is an instinct that they live by.

sighed when he saw the yamen officers patrolling the streets, or there were a few more unfamiliar faces and dignified heroes in the city.

Then he would replace the brown rice in the pot with coarse bran, the two pieces of oil residue in the bowl with black pickles, and then exchange the saved copper coins for grain storage and hide them in an inconspicuous place at home.

A carriage drove slowly down the long street and stopped outside the slightly old Demon Suppression General's Mansion, which looked like it hadn't been renovated in years.

In front of the door was an old man whose hands were a little trembling, holding a broom and sweeping the fallen leaves carefully.

It seemed that there were still some ears behind it, until the coachman grabbed the reins and stopped the demon horse, and shouted three times in a row, that the old man raised his head in confusion: "Who are you looking for?" ”

The next moment, the figure that walked out of the car made him subconsciously throw away the broom, and tried to stand up straighter and straighter, shouting at the top of his voice: "Huang Jian is a relative general!" ”

The young man tied his hair with a hollow black gold crown, wore a fierce wolf swallowing the moon, embroidered with a yin and yang fish pattern at the collar, tied with a treasure jade at the waist, and carried a three-foot ink knife cross-body.

All this means that the other party is the master of his own family who guards Linjiang County.

But that young and white face made Huang Jian feel annoyed and blamed himself, and he couldn't remember the other party's name even if he wanted to break his head, it was really useless to be old!

The young man tapped his chin and said in a gentle tone: "Shen Yi has something to tell General Chen Qiankun, and I also ask the old man to report it." ”

"Okay, okay, Lord Shen, wait a minute, I'll go, I'll go......" Huang Jian seemed to be a little flattered, turned around excitedly, and then patted his head hard.

He looked back again: "My lord, Old General Chen is not in the mansion. ”

It was as if Huang Jian's previous shouting had alarmed the inside, and he quickly rushed out of several young captains, and when he saw Shen Yi's dress, he was stunned for a moment, and then one of them seemed to remember something: "You are Qingfeng Mountain...... Lord Shen, please come in! ”

The young lieutenant reacted very quickly and remembered the ban, the other party's beheading was a top secret, even he heard half of the sentence when the two generals were chatting, and then he was whipped three times by the general and ordered to get out of the camp.

"I really didn't expect that General Chen would even invite you back."

Several people asked warmly and invited Shen Yi into the mansion: "Lord Shen, this is going to Shuiyun Township, right?" ”

"What's going on?" Shen Yi stopped.

The captains glanced at each other and sighed: "The Yangchun River Water Tribe doesn't know what is crazy, the three Jiaojun princes suddenly left the river, and they broke out and hurt people, most of the demon hunters have come to hunt down, and General Chen wants to keep an eye on the old Jiaolong......

"The Yangchun River is more than 4,000 miles in front and back, and the two ends are even outside Qingzhou, where is there such a good-looking guard."

"Well, you'd better hurry up."

The captains didn't dare to say it bluntly, the Yangchun Jiangjiao clan was clearly boiling the old man, and if he didn't stay up until General Chen was exhausted, the old Jiaolong would never appear.

The other relatives ran along the riverbank, cooperating with the demon hunter's ability to find the demon trace, and it was necessary to capture the three-headed Jiaojun as soon as possible.

"Don't go yet." Shen Yi shook his head.

This journey was not in a hurry, whether it was the blue and red two mangs or the Heavenly Dome Breaking Sun Divine Bow, they were all restored.

But the Heavenly Demon Outer Pill is still empty, and Bailu's Demon Pill has not been used for the time being, after all, the fifth metamorphosis has taken nearly three thousand five hundred years, and the current Demon Shouyuan is obviously still a little missing.

"And what are you?" The lieutenants were a little confused.

"Go earn extra money." Shen Yi took out the silver bell and sent a message into it.

Soon, a nearby monster hunter pointed him in a general direction.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man's eyes flashed, like the eagle looking into the distance, suddenly soared into the air, and then turned into a breeze and swept across the sky.

When the lieutenants had ever seen such a trick displayed by their personal generals, they all stood in place in amazement.

……

Linjiang County, Qiping County.

In this turbulent time, the local family paid for the construction of a new temple.

It is said that the god of Yangchun River can keep the wind and rain smooth, marry a wife and have children, and deter evil spirits.

I don't know if it's true or not.

But Qiping County is also a big county, not a remote place like Shuiyun Township.

Building a wild shrine by the river and repairing one in the county are completely two concepts, but surprisingly the Demon Suppression Division didn't say much, just sent two captains over to take a look, and no one cared about it.

It is estimated that it is also because the people are too nervous and in urgent need of spiritual sustenance.

Because of this, the new temple that has just been built is actually full of incense, and the people who come to offer incense form a long line.

In the temple, the statue of the god sits solemnly, the palms are flat on the knees, the luxurious flowing cloud shawl hangs down, the waist is a straight sword, the sculpture as a whole presents the ink color, and the solemnity shows a bit of killing meaning.

One by one, the pilgrims knelt on the futon, and as the news of the dead man went viral, their prayers changed from hugging a big fat boy to the well-being of their families.

In this case, however, there are two places that stand out in the dark.

First, there was a long queue outside the temple on the mountainside, and dozens of people in different costumes scattered and poured in, occasionally reaching out to touch the bell hidden in the belt.

Then there is the tall figure in the temple that neither incense nor prayer.

"Yangchun River God?"

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, and found that the idol was looking down on him indifferently, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

The curvature of the lip angle is becoming more and more exaggerated.

Until I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ho...... Ha! ”

"In front of Benjun, he calls himself the god of Yangchunjiang?!"

The five princes of Jiaojun smiled unabashedly, which inevitably caused the dissatisfaction of the pilgrims, and they all frowned and turned their eyes over.

Suddenly, he glared back.

A pair of red eyes made all the pilgrims tremble, and the less courageous ones were already incontinent on the spot.

"What? I don't deserve to comment on your wild gods? ”

"It's better than that."

The fifth prince of Jiaojun seemed to enjoy this kind of appetizing pre-play, he put away his cruel intentions and smiled indifferently: "Now that Benjun is going to eat you, I will count three times to see if your river god will ......"

Before he could raise his fingers, Jiaojun suddenly found that the pilgrims around him were all wide-eyed.

The next moment, a popping sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

After looking carefully, he found that a bloodshot white palm stretched out of his throat.

When the palm of his hand was withdrawn, he trembled and looked back, and what caught his eye was a slightly swaying inky black coat.

The young man stood sideways, holding the scabbard with one hand, and staring at him indifferently.

(End of chapter)