The world will be peaceful and prosperous, and there will be a small inn in Xuanwu City.

"This one is delicious. Luo Zhu stuffed pastries into his mouth, Feng Qingmo sat in the innermost, slowly pouring wine and drinking, a cough came, and Luo Zhu choked.

"Water, water, water!" Luo Zhu squeezed out a few words and slapped his chest desperately.

Feng Qingmo poured a glass of wine and handed it to her, drank it all, and only realized that something was wrong when she had the second glass.

Why is this water so spicy, I can't take care of it, I was about to choke to death, I picked up the wine jug in front of me and poured glass after glass.

"That's how you taste wine?" Feng Qingmo said, looking at the empty wine jug on the table.

"No, just drink it... Belch... You have a little wine... Look at you... Belch... Stingy. ”

"Rude. Feng Qingmo shook his head, glanced at her with disgust and said: "The aesthetics are also unique, like the bamboo leaf green." ”

"What kind of big red robe do you say, aren't you the same? Wear red all day long, who knows if you want to get married and want to go crazy. Luo Zhu was not to be outdone.

"Isn't that black?" Feng Qingmo took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"It's right to have a black belly, I didn't find you so good at arguing before, this little mouth... Belch. ”

Lin Dong looked at the two of them and didn't dare to speak, Xuan Ran was accustomed to handing over a piece of pastry, Lin Dong took it with a smile, and then buried his head in it.

Luo Zhu stood up and thought about it, everything around him was shaking, Luo Zhu held on to the table, and the table was shaking.

"Hey, don't move!" Luo Zhu staggered to stand up on the table, almost falling to the ground, Lin Dong held her, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I guess the wine is up. Feng Qingmo said while eating pastries.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhu pushed Lin Dong away, put his two hands on Feng Qingmo's face, and squeezed it hard into his mouth, his good-looking face wrinkled together, and his mouth pouted.

"Hahaha, you look at your face like a bun!" Luo Zhu also changed his tricks, pinching his face into various shapes.

"Let go, vixen. Feng Qingmo grabbed Luo Zhu's wrist and pulled it out, and Xuan Ran smiled on the side without saying a word.

Luo Zhu wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he couldn't exert any strength, and he felt that the surroundings were shaking even more, and the world was spinning.

"Don't move, wait for the master to clean you up. Luo Zhu pointed at Feng Qingmo and threatened, and fell on himself after saying this, this time it came down suddenly, the center of gravity of the chair was unstable, and the two fell to the ground together.

The person in his arms slept quite soundly, Feng Qingmo was pressed all over his body, and stared at the person in his arms with hatred on his face.

"Xuan Ran doesn't help yet!" Xuan Ran, who heard the command, picked up Luo Zhu with one hand, and when he saw this posture, Feng Qingmo wanted to speak and stopped, Lin Dong hurriedly hugged Luo Zhu and helped him up to the wing.

When the pure spirit bottle first arrived in Xuanwu City, there was a reaction, and after capturing it for a long time, the group lived in this Xuanwu City for a few days, and through these few days, several people were familiar with each other, but they still did not find any traces of the spirit.

I don't know when it rained outside the inn, the rain has a tendency to get heavier, Luo Zhu lay in the room and slept soundly, Lindong also drank a little wine, his little face was red, his hands were on his chin, patting his face, Xuan Ran listened to Lindong's nonsense seriously, Feng Qingmo looked out of the door.

People with umbrellas walked unhurriedly, people without umbrellas took shelter from the rain under the eaves, and new tourists kept pouring into the inn, and the drops of water from the tips of their hair were still dripping.

A tall and light woman in red appeared on the street, holding a red oil umbrella and walking slowly on the street.

Feng Qingmo took a sip of wine and continued to look at the woman, who walked on her own, her pace was extremely slow, and there was no rain on her umbrella, and the rain penetrated her body.

He put down his glass and stepped out the door.

The slender hand was raised slightly, the red halo dispersed, and all the people around him were still, and even the rain stopped in mid-air.

The back is a beauty, with long black hair reaching to the waist, and the red dress on her body is the simplest dancing skirt, with long water sleeves dragging to the ground, pulling away with the pace.

She was still walking extremely slowly, through the still crowd, completely oblivious to everything around her, as transparent as air.

Feng Qingmo looked down, her skirt was stained with brown dried blood, and she was barefoot on the stone slab, with small strings of thin bells tied around her ankles.

The sound of the bell is very soft and thin, and the picture is like a freeze frame, the man in red stands outside the door and watches the woman in red slowly move away.

Feng Qingmo lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and the woman suddenly slowly dissipated into the street.

Everything was restored again, the cacophony of people, the sound of falling rain, and the thin chimes that were long gone.

Feng Qingmo turned around and smiled, muttering: Mirage.

The itinerary chooses to pass through the world, in addition to the food in the world, but also because the world is a good place for the spirit to hide.

The immortal qi of the heavenly realm is too heavy, and the demon realm and the demon realm are too mixed, only the human realm and the human world are all kinds of forms, and the spiritual power can be nourished, and the heavens and the earth cannot be governed one by one.

Mirage is also a kind of spirit, the level is above average, and the spiritual power is not very powerful, and it is difficult to encounter and even more difficult to subdue.

There are difficult things to let go of before life turn into a mirage for people to transform, but the probability is very small, although the world is suffering, a bowl of Meng Po soup will be wiped out.

The mirage can't forget the things of this life, the turbidity is too heavy to be reborn, wandering around the places he liked before his death, and because of drinking Meng Po soup, many things begin to be forgotten slowly.

Once mirages forget their obsessions, they will eventually dissipate the world, and according to the laws of reincarnation, they are not supposed to exist.

This woman is different from ordinary mirages, ordinary mirages are afraid of crowds, of fireworks in the world, and of rootless water.

She doesn't get burned, she doesn't fear the crowd, but she seems to love the world very much.

In the middle of the night, Luo Zhujiu woke up, holding his head that was about to crack uncomfortably, got out of bed and pushed open the door to find that the light in Fengqing's ink room was still on.

"Damn the big red robe, this wine is so strong that it doesn't stop me. Luo Zhu muttered downstairs to find some water to drink.

Feeling that there was a fire burning in his chest, his head was also dizzy, there should be water in the back kitchen, Luo Zhu opened the curtain and walked towards the back kitchen.

The back kitchen was a little dim without lights, and Luo Zhu hung up the curtain and wanted to enter the back kitchen with the help of the moonlight.

Why is there something wrong with this moon? Luo Zhu knocked on his head, forget it, don't think about it so much, his head is about to explode.

Coming out of the back kitchen, Luo Zhu was much more sober, and a few rays of moonlight came in through the doors and windows of the inn, the moon was so bright that the whole house was bright, but a person was still a little scary, Luo Zhu quickened his pace and wanted to hurry back to the room.

The more I didn't want to let myself think about it, the more chaotic my mind became, and I kept looking at the window, and an elongated black shadow flashed.

Luo Zhu covered his mouth, restrained the urge to shout, his eyes were wide open, his forehead and palms were full of cold sweat, although the cultivation also had spiritual power, he still couldn't restrain the fear of this kind of thing.

Hurry back. Luo Zhu was just about to take a step, but a strong big hand pulled her down and hid behind the stairs.

"Help..."Before Luo Zhu could shout for help, the hand pressed her mouth tightly, and a familiar voice sounded behind her: "It's me." ”

Luo Zhu relaxed suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on his back, his legs were weak, he trembled and pulled down Feng Qingmo's hand, adjusting his breathing.

At this time, it is still very reassuring to meet Feng Qingmo, two people are better than one.

A large black shadow kept appearing in the moonlight, and it didn't look like an orderly movement, more like an escape.

"Close your eyes. Feng Qingmo whispered.

Luo Zhu glanced back at him, the moonlight shone on his face, a pair of deep eyes under the sword eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a side face was also very bewitching, and he obediently closed his eyes after confirming that it was correct.