If the mountain peaks in the day are as dignified as a sharp blade, and the golden color is swaying in the afternoon, then when you look up from your feet when you are ugly, you will see a yin knife in the hand of a yin god that is about to fall, the tip of the knife covers the moon, gusts of yin wind, and ghosts cry wolf.

A vague figure stood, the sleeves of his clothes were blown aside by the breeze, undulating and rattling, his long hair flying messily, two spots of blue and gray light flickering and dimming, and the shadows were stretched by the dark moonlight, looking like hideous ghosts struggling frantically in hell.

An illusory gray line was connected to his fingertips, and the other end went deep into the endless darkness without a trace, constantly shifting between loose and straight, and the blue-gray light flickered more violently.

After an unknown number of reciprocating, the gray line of the fingertip clicked and broke, hanging on the ground, and gradually dissipated.

"The beauty of the deep mountains, light and dark, sunny and rainy. ”

Qing Han simply sat on the ground, raised his feet and took a look, then pulled up his sleeves and sniffed hard, choking and coughing twice.

Gently patted a few times, and picked off a small pebble stuck to the sole of the foot.

Those shoes had already been thrown halfway, and when he went back to Li Village to dig a pit and bury the skin, he found a lot of hemp boots, but he couldn't get over that hurdle after struggling for a long time.

I didn't know how many times I washed my clothes and washed my bath at the well, and I found it all the way barefoot, and the smell had long since dissipated, but I was too impressed, and I could still smell it.

Just when Qing Han untied the gourd and swallowed a big mouthful, hesitating whether to simply go back to sleep.

There was a dense sound of footsteps behind him, followed by trumpets and drums, as noisy as when he saw a big family doing a happy event in his hometown.

It's just that at this time, it looks particularly strange in this remote place in the middle of the night.

Qing Han smiled, quite interested, and followed the sound to take a look.

A large red sedan chair with luxurious workmanship seems to come out of nothingness, revealing its figure little by little in the darkness.

There were no horses in front of him, and there was no Langjun dressed as a groom.

There are a dozen tall sedan chair drivers in front and back, coming slowly and unhurriedly, walking neatly and consistently.

Every three steps, you have to jump on one foot in unison, which seems to be very skillful, and even the height is the same.

The sedan chair is always stable and does not seem to have any bumps, and the direction is exactly where Qinghan is.

Qing Han took a step to the side, and the red sedan chair also turned in the direction.

Qing Han touched his chin and showed a strange look, and walked dozens of steps to the side, the effect of the talisman on his legs remained, and the speed was extremely fast, and the position was already on the left back side of the sedan chair.

Those palanquin drivers suddenly turned their heads in unison, and as soon as their bones clicked, they turned around for most of the time and stared at Qing Han.

Jumping on one foot and turning in the air at the same time, the red sedan chair moved slowly towards Qing Han.

Qing Han's eyes flickered slightly, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and touched the green bag around his waist with the other hand, but he didn't make the next move.

The palanquin bearers turned around, but their heads did not turn back.

But at the previous glance, Qing Han felt a hint of familiarity.

Always carrying the sedan chair, maintaining this rhythm, until Qing Han put down the sedan chair in front of him, his face was numb and motionless, and he did not make any dangerous movements.

Qinghan held the cage type, opened a three-foot distance, walked around the red sedan chair, and swept over the numb faces of these people.

He withdrew his gaze and looked through the red curtain to take a closer look.

"It turned out to be you, and after all, it ended up like this......

With that, he pulled out the iron plate and opened the red curtain, but there was no one inside.

Rubbing it with his fingers again, he stepped into one of the butts and sat on it, rubbing here and there, and gradually smiled.

"I never imagined that Xiaodao would have the opportunity to sit in this big red sedan chair once in this life......" and retracted his smile, put on a serious appearance, pinched his throat and straightened his voice, and said sharply, "Get up the sedan chair~"

I obviously felt that the sedan body was lifted, and it was quiet and quiet, as if sitting on a soft bed at home.

After a while, the sedan body began to encroach, and there was some movement, in addition to the wind moving insects and beasts walking, there was a clear sound.

Sounds like it's up close.

Qing Han opened the small flower window on the side and turned his eyes left and right to observe the surroundings.

The necks and heads of these palanquin men always maintain the previous angle, and they can still see the way without looking ahead, but the heads of the people in front of the right are just aimed at the sedan chair, which looks a little gloomy.

There was a hint of agility in the eyes of the person closest to him, and his fingers tapped on the sedan pole as if he were beating the beat, and every two consecutive strokes, with a few intervals, and so on.

This person Qinghan knew that he was the fastest runner at the beginning, and he was the first person to beg for mercy.

As soon as his mind moved, Qing Han silently waved his fingers to draw a few runes, and gently blew a faint breath of green qi towards the place where the virtual painting was made, and gently pointed a little in the direction of the person's eyebrows.

The man's face twitched a few times at once, his eyes became more agile, and his numb expression began to change, and there were many expressions of forbearance, fear, and pain.

Seeing this scene, Qing Han immediately gave a look, and the man immediately nodded imperceptibly, without showing a trace of abnormality.

However, at this moment, two green points of light suddenly appeared from the darkness in the distance.

One of them flickered a few times and then flew by quickly, all forming a green ray.

The man's face immediately changed, and the look of fear could no longer be hidden.

With a scream, he let go of the pole and hurriedly retreated to Qinghan.

The other palanquin bearers remained unmoved, carrying the sedan chair and continuing to walk slowly.

"The Taoist saves ......"

The green light was too fast, and Qing Han had just reacted to pinch a spell, but before he could start chanting the mantra, the green dot disappeared on the person's forehead.

In an instant, the originally restored consciousness immediately dissipated, and he fell into confusion and lost his eyes, and joined the team carrying the sedan chair like a walking corpse, and there was no trace of agility.

Qing Han didn't have time to care about anything else, he clearly saw another point of light flickering towards him several times.

The alarm bell rang in Qing Han's heart, and he hurriedly took out a piece of yellow paper without runes from the green bag.

He didn't have time to draw the runes, thinking of the previous changes in the sedan chair man, he immediately changed the magic trick, and sprayed the blood on the tip of his tongue containing green qi into the rune paper.

With a speed he had never spoken before, he hurriedly recited the curse to ward off evil spirits.

"Too high a star, the strain is non-stop, driving away evil spirits and binding charms, protecting lives and protecting ......"

The incantation sounded, and the rune paper began to burn in the middle, turning to ashes.

An extremely thin pale cyan light curtain immediately appeared around the three inches outside Qing Han's body, and as his mouth opened and closed, the cyan color became thicker and thicker.

Before he finished reading, the green point of light had already hit the light curtain, causing bursts of ripples.

The green dots kept flickering, and the diaphragm immediately recessed, almost sticking to Qing Han's face.

Qing Han's face changed greatly, and he scolded in his heart, "Your sister is dripping love!

The so-called one-heartedness and dual-use, but the mouth immediately continued, "Protect your life, wisdom and purity, peace of mind, three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul!"

The sunken light curtain is more cyan, and it bounces back little by little, turning into its original state.

The green dot flickered a few more times, as if its strength had been exhausted and dissipated.

Qing Han let out a sigh of relief, slumped to the ground, and his face changed several times.

wiped the cold sweat on his forehead slightly, and his heart was already budding to retreat.

Suddenly, a violent sound of breaking the sky exploded in my ears.

Qing Han's sweat and hairs rose all over his body, and the illusion of his heart being pierced in an instant rose.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and swept it back, breaking through the back wall of the car and jumping out.

He felt palpitations as he touched his intact chest, and looked up at the back through the cyan light curtain.

At this glance, his scalp suddenly stiffened, and without thinking about it, he pasted eight wind charms on his legs, and ran away without pulling his head back.

His face looked much more numb than those palanquin men, and his mouth trembled and kept chanting the wind mantra, and the smoke and dust were billowing all the way.

Above his back, a giant arrow three feet long and two feet wide, shining green was like a rain of thunder, rolling up the stump of the branches and leaves and dust below, and stabbing towards Qinghan!

That giant arrow was three points colder than the life-seeking yin chain in Yincha's hand.

The huge arrow that was cold and exposed rotated rapidly, and the sharp sound of breaking the air was like a woman's terrible scream, which could make Qing Han feel a piercing chill from dozens of feet.

The distance between one man and one arrow remained for a moment, until the arrow flickered, and the entire giant arrow suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, it appeared dozens of feet away, and directly touched the light curtain behind Qing Han.

The green cold clothes and long hair were curled up and danced wildly, and a thick bitterness rose in my heart.

Yang Tian let out a long sigh and closed his eyes with a chuckle.

It's going to be famous!

He came all the way to catch demons, but he never expected to be hit halfway, if this matter spreads, it will definitely be ridiculed as a joke after dinner.

Coupled with his identity as the only descendant of the top of Qingqiu, in such a small place, I am afraid that this joke will be passed on for a hundred and eighty years.

In less than three breaths, the light curtain vibrated and shattered instantly, and it couldn't be stopped even for a while, directly penetrating Qing Han's body.