In the forest to the north of Sanssouci City, Lin Mo, who was covered in blood, fainted to the ground, and the ink-colored gourd beside him was faintly glowing.

Suddenly, all the green bamboo stripes on the gourd lit up, a dazzling green light flashed, and a beautiful man with dark green long hair floated out of the gourd. The man was in his early twenties, with a very white face, without a trace of blood, and the mark of a bamboo leaf between his eyebrows was very delicate. A pure white robe was embroidered with a few green bamboos, long dark green hair was draped wantonly on top of the robe under the night sky, and a bamboo folding fan was held in his left hand with ten slender fingers. The fly in the ointment is that only the upper body that floats out, and below the body is an inky air flow connected to the gourd.

The man stretched and yawned to look at Lin Mo, who was covered in blood and fainted on the ground. subconsciously covered his face with the folding fan in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Tsk, it's so miserable!

The man put away the folding fan in his hand, and with the other end of the folding fan, he stepped forward and stabbed Lin Mo in the back, but Lin Mo did not react. Looking at Lin Mo, who was covered in blood in front of him and lying face down on the ground, the man secretly said in his heart: "I'll go, what's the situation, I woke up with blood, but this thing died? No, since this thing woke me up, then it is my host." If he dies, I should be destroyed, then it seems that this thing is not dead!"

Thinking of this, the man looked at Lin Mo again, and after a long time, the man swooped back into the gourd. After a while, the man came out with a dark brown guqin, leaned against Lin Mo's side, and then held the qin with his right hand and stroked the qin with his left hand. The man's eyes are slightly closed, the fingertips easily pluck the strings, the guqin makes a pleasant sound, the moonlight sprinkles on the man and Lin Mo, and the starlight in the forest echoes the leisurely sound of the piano...

The sound of the piano was melodious, and the empty forest echoed, attracting countless spirit beasts in the forest. The spirit beast saw the man playing the piano, but no one dared to approach, so he could only hide in the forest from afar and listen to this moving melody. After a long time, Lin Mo's fingers moved slightly, and he slowly woke up, and sat up with his arms supporting his body with difficulty. Lin Mo's eyes were slightly closed and he shook his body, as if he had just gotten up, and he saw a beautiful man playing the piano in a trance. Lin Mo looked down the man's body, but there was no lower body, and it was connected to the gourd. Seeing this, Lin Mo's eyes widened instantly, and he exclaimed, "Ghost!"

"Yo, you're awake!" the man in the gourd stopped stroking the piano and shook the folding fan gently in the middle of it. There was a word 'bamboo' written on the folding fan, and his eyes smiled into a crescent moon and looked at Lin Mo and continued: "To be precise, it's not a ghost! It's a demon!

Lin Mo listened, dragged his injured body, and ran into the distance with a rolling belt. You must know that this is a demon, according to what the crazy uncle said before, mortals cultivate into immortals, and ghosts cultivate into demons, so this guy in front of him is equivalent to a flying ghost. Thinking of this, Lin Mo ran faster and faster with a panicked face, and looked back at Zhuqing behind him from time to time, for fear that he would catch up. Zhuqing didn't think so, the folding fan in his hand shook gently, and he still looked at Lin Mo who was running away in embarrassment. A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he covered the folding fan in his hand to his mouth and whispered, "Tsk, silly boy." ”

As soon as Zhuqing's words fell, there was a bang, and Lin Mo, who was running rapidly, hit a big tree, and then fell to the ground, Lin Mo covered his head and shouted: "I'll go!

Before Lin Mo could calm down, a black panther with yellow pupils suddenly sprang out of the forest, and the panther panther pounced on Lin Mo. Lin Mo subconsciously closed his eyes, thinking, this is over. At the moment when the black panther was about to pounce on Lin Mo's side, a black air flow hit the black panther directly, and the black panther fell to the ground on the spot and died in front of Lin Mo.

Lin Mo sat up, turned around and looked in the direction of the air current, and happened to collide with Zhu Qing, who came behind Lin Mo. "Ahh

"Is this!!Is it a bundle of immortal ropes!?" Lin Mo exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yo, silly boy, I'm a little knowledgeable, but I don't have the strength of the Immortal Taishang Laojun. This is the bundle of immortal ropes I refined, and even the immortals and demons below the level of heavenly immortals can't break free. Zhuqing shook the folding fan and smiled indifferently.

Lin Mo glanced at Zhu Qing with disdain, and muttered in his mouth: "What is the bundle of immortal ropes? ”

"This is not piracy, this is imitation, and the ancestor of our Zhu family is Taishang Laojun, who is just the same way. Zhuqing smiled softly.

When Lin Mo heard this, his expression was serious, and he nodded solemnly and said: "Oh! What a coincidence! The ancestor is the Buddha of Rulai, since they are all a family, it is better to let it go, and there will be a lot of thanks." ”

Zhu Qing listened, paused for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter. The folding fan in his left hand was retracted and pointed at Lin Mo, and he covered his stomach with his right hand and laughed: "Hahaha, you stupid boy, it's really funny!"

Lin Mo looked at Zhuqing with a dull face. Zhuqing saw Lin Mo with a dumb face, and once again laughed forward and backwards, unable to stop...

For a long time, Zhu Qing's laughter did not stop, Lin Mosheng looked at the laughing Zhu Qing without love, felt a trace of insult in his heart and said angrily: "Hey! Have you laughed enough!? Can you help me untie it." ”

Seeing this, Zhu Qing coughed lightly twice, and then became serious in seconds, and with a wave of his right hand, the bundle of immortal ropes on Lin Mo's body disappeared without a trace. Lin Mo, who was untied, shook his arm and looked at Zhu Qing with disdain: "Hey, who are you!?"

"I said it!

"Demon King Zhuqing!?Then where did you come from!?" Lin Mo continued to ask.

"From the gourd on your waist!" Zhuqing pointed to the inky gourd behind him.

"Oh!" Lin Mo suddenly realized when he heard this, and then ran behind Zhu Qing and stepped on the ink-colored gourd hard. But no matter how Lin Mo punched and kicked the gourd, the gourd was unharmed, not even a single crack.

Zhu Qing turned around, looked at Lin Mo, who was punching and kicking the gourd, and said lightly: "Tsk, silly boy, it's useless, this is the magic weapon of the immortal family-Mobao gourd, unless Taishang Laojun's gossip furnace, no one in the world can destroy it." ”

After hearing this, Lin Mo immediately closed his eyes and lay on the ground, looking like he had given up resistance, and scolded and said: "Okay, then you can kill me! This life is really declining, kill me quickly, I can be reincarnated!"

Zhu Qing looked at Lin Mo, who was dejected, and said with a puzzled expression: "Kill you!?I will disappear if I kill you, why kill you!?"

"You're going to disappear too!?" Lin Mo got up instantly after hearing this, looked at Zhu Qing, and said with wide eyes and doubts.

"That's right, you awakened me with a blood sacrifice, and you are my host. I live in symbiosis with my host, one in glory and one in loss. ”

"What!?"