What if it escapes from the Protectorate? It is already seriously damaged, and it will not be able to go far.

Zhang Daoxu is not much better, the Wushan seal not only caused harm to the lying demon, but also had an effect on him. Just now, because he still held the belief that he couldn't let the lie demon escape, he could ignore it, but now that the lie demon was dying, the breath he was holding in his chest and lungs could finally be relaxed.

"Wushan seal, that girl was actually given a Wushan seal. This thought made Zhang Daoxu immediately calm down, and then dropped the dying lying demon and flew straight to the roof.

Seeing the flower charm hidden tightly in Bi Xianqing's arms, Zhang Daoxu frowned: "Is it really Wushan Yin?"

"Wushan Yin?what?" Bi Xianqing intuitively didn't like these three words.

Zhang Daoxu stretched out his hand to uncover Bi Xianqing's clothes, looked at Hua Mei, who looked painful but fell into a coma, and sighed: "Wushan Yin, it's not a good thing to hear the name." Changyue, if you want to live, you must unravel this Wushan seal. ”

"How?"

"Practice. ”

“......”

Zhang Dao choked twice, and patiently explained in a normal way: "The demons of the world are nine out of Wushan." There are many demons in Wushan, and naturally there will be demon kings. Legend has it that this Wushan seal was created by the first generation of demon kings in order to punish those who betrayed him. The seal of Wushan is in the sea of human knowledge, and unless it is lifted, it cannot be eliminated from life to life. ”

"The person who was sealed was cursed by the demon king, and suffered a lot of pain when it was printed, what kind of curse it is, it depends on the original intention of the demon king. Hey, what are you staring at me? I'm not a demon king. ”

"Besides, now the first generation of demon kings has long since fallen, and there are many people in later generations who have learned the Wushan seal, and the one who gave you the girl the seal, I don't know who it is. ”

"If you stare at me again, do you want to know how to unseal it?"

"To unlock the Wushan seal, this person's cultivation must be higher than that of the person under the seal, and it must be a person who is trusted wholeheartedly by the person who is sealed, otherwise he cannot enter her sea of knowledge to interpret the seal. I just tried," he shook his head, "obviously, I'm neither." ”

It would be nice if this girl didn't jump up and gnaw off two mouthfuls of his meat, he didn't have anything to do with wholehearted trust.

What's more, the cultivation is very different.

The person who gave the Wushan seal to the flower charm has a very deep cultivation, and he can't even explore that seal. If you want to have the opportunity to enter the sea of flower charm in the world, you have to be green. But Bi Xianqing didn't cultivate......

Bi Xianqing was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly smiled: "Zhang Daoxu, are you lying to me?"

"Not anymore. "Zhang Daoxu is very sincere.

Bi Xianqing slowly smiled, threw the scimitar in his hand to him, and then picked up Hua Mei and jumped off the roof, saying as he walked: "I don't believe you, what Wushan Yin, you must have been beaten by the lying demon." Hua Mei, how could she be so viciously marked? ”

Zhang Daoxu picked up the scimitar helplessly: "You don't want the knife?"

"Don't, get out of Bijiazhuang with these weird things of yours, I don't want to see you. ”

"Hey, Bi Xianqing, let me tell you one more thing, the people who were sealed by the Wushan Mountain are inviolable by demons and evils, there are gains and losses, you can see the point. Zhang Daoxu stood on the roof and said loudly.

Bi Xianqing ignored him.

Zhang Daoxu couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw that he was really gone. Except for the lie during the day, he is still quite honest and kind under normal circumstances, why don't you believe him?

However, this sentence of "there are gains and losses" is indeed a bit inconsiderate. Why does the demon not invade? That's because the origin of the Wushan seal is the seal of the demon king.

Who did this little girl offend?

Zhang Daoxu slowly put away the scimitar, and then looked up at the moon.

When the moon is in the middle of the sky, the moon is still in the middle of the sky at this time. It's going to be dawn soon......

Suddenly, his whole body instinctively tensed, and a cold aura from behind him suddenly approached. Qing Feng, who had turned into dust, immediately hit his back, and he immediately turned around.

The lying demon who was dying in mid-air just now was actually behind him.

How can it be!

The lying demon was about to die, and now at this time, I am afraid that it will have already disappeared, how can it recondense? Even, after passing through the Protector Realm-when he returned to the roof, he re-laid the Protector by the way, how could the Lying Demon pass through the Protectorate and enter Bijiazhuang?

Zhang Daoxu suddenly looked at the top of his head, and the starry eyes in the night sky were bright and extinguished, always like the eyes of a pair of yin owls in them, looking at him silently.

His heart sank.

The Protector was manipulated.

When was this?

Why, he didn't notice it at all.

Zhang Dao squinted his eyes and quietly stared at the lying demon in front of him.

It's coming back, it's here for revenge.

......

......

The sassy autumn wind and frost are halfway up the mountain, and the front of the door is red, like a red maple in the distance, and it is paved all the way to the entrance of the village from the front of the door.

Hua Mei lay on the bamboo couch in the middle of the big house, looking down at the scenery outside. The angle of this pose was a bit weird, but she couldn't help it.

Blood flowed out of the tips of the ten fingers, and I didn't feel the pain, but my body was getting cold little by little. The bamboo couch with old water stains on the back looks warmer. The blood was like spider silk pulled out of her fingers, dangling into a web in the air, and gradually converging on the dirt outside the house with a pattern she had never seen before.

It was drawn with her blood.

But she didn't think it was very pretty, and she didn't feel very kind.

"Why do you want to do this?" I don't know how many times she asked, but she had gone from heartbreaking at the beginning to indifferent despair at the moment.

On the east wall of the big house, a person sits in a bamboo chair under a landscape painting.

A man.

Very woodcutter's attire, not a woodcutter's face at all.

He was fiddling with an inappropriate folding fan in his hand, the bones of which were made of iron, the surface of which was made of muslin, and embroidered with finely embroidered nelais lilies.

"For the common people. He vomited lightly and shook his folding fan.

Shadows gradually appeared on the west wall, which were a few new weeds growing on the east wall. These days, there is obviously no rain to irrigate, but it is full of vigor.

Bi Xianqing stared at the grass and was slightly distracted, thinking about what Zhang Daoxu had asked him before.

"Do you remember yesterday's thunder?"

"No, I'm testing you, can you guess why the Kim family glared at you when he was dying. ”

......

After a moment, I suddenly remembered that on the day of the thunder, it seemed to be a sting.

Looking at it again, the wall is new and green, and the edge is shining with inches, and the sun is rising.

His hand on the old window frame felt the temperature of a star of spring sunshine, and gently retracted it, and the tactile feeling of the scimitar held in his mind crossed his mind. This night has passed, and Bijiazhuang seems to have ushered in a new and fresh day, but for him, it seems endless.

"Uh......" Hua Mei, who was lying quietly on the bed, suddenly spoke.

Bi Xianqing came back to his senses and strode over: "Flower charm." ”

"Cold. "Flower whispering.

He hurriedly turned his head, closed the window he had just pushed open, and then went to the bedside, grabbed the thick quilt stacked inside, and wrapped her: "How are you now?"

Cold sweat broke out on Hua Mei's forehead, and her face had not been better since Wushan was printed, and now even that little mouth had completely lost its color.

Bi Xianqing took her with a person in his arms, stroked her scattered hair and asked, "What about now, is it better?"

He couldn't understand what kind of pain Hua Mei was going through, and he didn't understand why a girl who had been raised in the palm of his hand since he was a child suddenly had so much and so much pain.

Hua Mei curled up in the quilt, her unkempt hair covering her head and face, and rubbed against him slightly, as if she felt that the body temperature that was gradually being withdrawn slowly returned. She looked up at him, her eyes searching through the gaps in her stray hair. His face seems to be real and fake, which makes people confused. Probably because her brain was messed up, she thought it was that person when she looked at everyone. Just as he felt ridiculous, his eyes couldn't help but be stabbed by the cinnabar mole on Bi Xianqing's forehead, and he suddenly had a splitting headache, and he couldn't help but hold his head and roll in pain.

"What's the matter?" it was clear that it wasn't so powerful just now, and Bi Xianqing panicked.

Hua Mei rolled into the bed, her palms trembling and stood between the two: "Don't, don't come near me." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Bi Xianqing didn't dare to take it lightly, although he took a step back from the bed, his eyes still looked at Hua Mei at a glance.

He had never seen such a flower before.

Hua Mei was facing inward, her back to Bi Xianqing, and she couldn't see him, but she felt that the blood-red thorn was like a spike on the stem of a rose, which had been piercing her heart. And the chest doesn't hurt, it hurts the brain. She closed her eyes, her head covered in blood.

Bi Xianqing walked back and forth impatiently in front of the bed, like a flower charm in the bed.

He couldn't help but ask her hoarsely, "You say something, but don't say anything." What the hell is going on? What happened to you?"

What's wrong?

Hell knows.

Hua Mei buried her head in her knees, desperately trying not to jump up and smash things.

It hurts too much to vent.

Moreover, there is nothing to smash in the house.

Bi Xianqing didn't know where his anger came from, so he asked again in a dumb voice: "Is it that Wushan Yin?"

“...... After a long time, the pain of wanting to split her brain slowly subsided, and she finally had a little sense to think about things.

Bi Xianqing clenched his fists: "You don't know Wushan Yin?"

"Haven't heard of it. Hua Mei crawled out of the bed weakly, because she still didn't dare to look up at Bi Xianqing because she had palpitations.

Bi Xianqing also had palpitations and wanted to reach out to help her, for fear that she would have another seizure. I could only stand dryly, watching her slowly sit on the edge of the bed as if she were a waste. Anxiously asked, "How's it going?"

"Much better. Hua Mei stroked her hair, thinking it was very messy, so she simply ignored it. With his hands on his knees, he planned to face Bi Xianqing honestly.

Bi Xianqing breathed a sigh of relief, and took a comb from the side to make her hair: "No matter how bad you are, I'll go find Zhang Daoxu." ”

Hua Mei smiled, lowered her head and let him comb his hair: "You go to him? ”

He said it was Wushan Yin. Bi Xianqing does hate Zhang Daoxu a little now.