I jumped three feet back, my vigilance instantly zooming to the limit, and I put on a desperate stance.

"Where's the youkai?"

I think I should ask Master to help me open the Heavenly Eye again, since we have come all the way to the monster's lair safely, then the next hero who wants to see the unevenness of the road will not be able to see anything uneven, after all, it is not a matter.

However, the master did not meet my request again this time, the reason is very simple, saying that the demonic aura here has been so strong that I can't see my fingers, which opened my eyes to heaven, not only can I not see where the monster is, but I am afraid that I can't even see the road under my feet.

So I didn't continue to force it, after all, I said that I was not afraid of it, but if this monster was really ugly, and if I was taken by surprise, and if I was accidentally scared, wouldn't it be a loss for the heroes?

Without the blessing of the eye of heaven, I don't dare to move around in this deserted village, the scenery has not changed much compared to before, but now I see that no matter where it is, there is a demonic atmosphere.

Master has been unhurried since he got here, and now he is squatting on the ground and twisting a piece of fine snowflake with his fingers.

It was cold and dry on the mountain, so the snowflakes didn't stick together, leaked down Master's fingers, and fell back on the snow.

The master seemed to be energetic, and his hands were pulling on the snow.

The wind is going to pick up again on the mountain.

The mountain wind blows the snow, carrying the fine snowflakes like a silver river when it sweeps across the ground, and those snowflakes that are rolled up are the shimmering waves of this river.

The Master turned a blind eye to this, and there seemed to be a piece of ground left in front of him in his world, digging diligently, and his face was rare serious.

The snow was quickly cleared by Master, revealing a whitish plank.

Master stood up again, rubbing his old waist.

I was a little curious, so I leaned in and took the place of Master's hands, and while pounding Master's stiff muscles hard, I hid behind him and asked, "Cellar?"

Master enjoyed my thrashing, rubbing the snow on his hands, and replied, "Well, that's where the demonic spirit comes from. ”

My heart lifted suddenly, and the force in my hand unconsciously increased a little: "There's a monster hidden in it?"

"Wouldn't you open it and see for yourself? Can people who wander the rivers and lakes still be afraid of death?"

I thought to myself that Master was right, people who want to go out to explore the rivers and lakes must not be afraid of death, because once they are afraid of death, they will seek stability in everything, and then the rivers and lakes will no longer be a wandering, but a trip.

Some people go out to wander the rivers and lakes, and after they come back, they become calculating businessmen, some people become scholars who are dedicated to reading, and some people who just travel back to their hometowns, and most of them have not been able to come back.

But what does it matter? There are always some people who continue to sing the songs they have sung.

So I decided to give up my whole body and uncover the wooden plank that had frozen white in the ice and snow.

But I'm not just a fool, I still have a lot of eyes when I need them.

Like now.

I didn't dare to uncover the plank, but pulled out a piece of slush from a distance and smashed it on the board.

There was a muffled thud.

And then there was silence for a long time.

So I was relieved, and the monsters inside were probably hibernating.

Master clasped his hands and stood aside and watched me toss with a smile, and his smile was very strong: "What other tricks can you come up with", which made me want to pick out another piece of mud and throw it on his face.

But in the end, it matters, and I really can't do that kind of rebellious thing.

My mind was under that plank.

After making sure it was safe, I crouched on the ground from a long distance away and straightened my hand to hook the edge of the plank.

The body is tense and tight, ensuring that once there is any wind and grass, it can be jumped away.

"I think it's going to work wonders if I scare you at this time. The master crossed his hands and said cool words on the side: "But I don't think that's very authentic, so I can hold back." ”

I squatted on the ground and moved step by step to the cellar: "Since I don't think it's authentic, then don't even say it!"

Master also followed me for two steps, and then said, "If I don't say it, I think sooner or later I won't be able to bear it." ”

I had already touched the edge of the plank, and if I had enough strength, I should be able to jump to the master five feet away the moment I picked it open.

However, there is no if, neither the gods on the mountain nor the warriors on the road, and I can't lift the plank that was used to seal the cellar with my twisted posture and two fingers alone.

I turned my head and gave Master a look.

Master also turned his head and looked at the mountains in the distance.

It is worthy of being a master and apprentice.

I weighed the weight of my body and the plank, and came to the conclusion that I could move the plank with my strength alone, but if the youkai popped out of it and laughed at me, "I can't think of it, I'm actually pretending to be asleep!", the only thing I could use to protect myself was this heavy and broken plank.

Although I'm not very afraid of death, every heroic and heroic son of the rivers and lakes will not want to die too aggrieved.

I gave up on moving it with my bare hands, and was going to find a stick to pry it open.

One could be farther away from the cellar, and when the monster jumped out of the cellar, I could give it a slap on the head and say, "I didn't think so, I already knew you were pretending to be asleep!"

Fortunately, Master stopped me in time, saying that if I ran around on this snowy mountain, he might not be able to get it back.

So now it was my turn to copy my hands and watch Master crouch on the ground and hook the plank with his fingers.

In fact, I have always thought that people like Master are a bit strange, and they are not suitable for breaking into the rivers and lakes, first of all, as a good man, he should not use the trick of a little white face when making money, that is the self-esteem that a strong man should have. The second is that he is too lazy, if he makes a windfall in an inconspicuous place in the rivers and lakes, he may no longer have the ambition to go out.

However, Master must have gone through the rivers and lakes once. Those insights, those messy techniques, all show that Master's past must be completely different from other bachelors in the neighborhood. But he always kept silent about the past, and occasionally I saw some glimpses from the past to the present, and he would prevaricate with all kinds of lies.

By the time I came back to my senses, Master was already panting with his forehead wiped his forehead.

The planks that sealed the cellar were tossed aside by him.

"Come and see, this is the snow demon that haunts the mountains. ”

To be honest, even if I knew that Yuan Shisan was also a goblin, I didn't have much of a sense of impact, because she looked like an ordinary girl with a bad head, even if the two of them told me that "she is a fox", it couldn't bring a sense of reality, just like meeting a passer-by by chance during the trip, and then the friends around you introduced you to this passer-by who came from the Western Regions to learn scriptures from the Tang Dynasty, and then you will only feel that he is from the Western Regions.

That's all.

So right now, this freshly baked snow demon is, in a sense, the first youkai I've ever seen.

Suppressing the apprehension in my heart, I first observed Master's face.

I just finished doing heavy work and was a little out of breath. The complexion is ruddy and the bags under the eyes are dark.

After confirmation, the expression was as usual. There will be no danger to the monsters in the cellar, otherwise the master would not be so easy.

It was many years later that I realized that the snow demon that was always hiding in the cellar had actually become the climate a long time ago, but I had long since cut off the idea of coming out of the cellar to see.

Some people are waiting to wander out, and some people are waiting for their old friends to return home.

The snow demon belongs to the latter group.

It's just that I was young at that time, and I didn't understand these loneliness, and I didn't understand these gentleness.

So when I saw the snow demon for the first time, I was more disappointed than surprised, because this snow demon was also the same as Yuan Shisan, with neither winged tentacles nor blue-faced fangs.

It looks like just a sleeping girl.

I think my rivers and lakes may not be "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", the tiger and lion who can walk without one leg and can speak human words, but the "Strange Tales of Liaozhai" that countless single readers dream of, there will always be all kinds of beautiful and beautiful ladyboys knocking on the lonely door in the middle of the night.

However, I am neither a scholar nor a bachelor, so I don't care much about women, in my opinion, "concubines are waiting for you", how can there be "go up the mountain to protect you in a big bowl of wine and eat meat" to make people's blood flow?

The white girl fell asleep peacefully in the cellar. The snow-white clothes and the yellow earth did not match each other at all. The snow demon's little feet were still stained with the soil from the cellar, and for no reason I had the ridiculous idea of persuading her to wash her feet before going to sleep.

Fortunately, its glaring white hair always reminded me that this is really a monster that no one should enter, and it is best not to have any crooked thoughts.

I was a little disappointed: "Dead man?"

Master replied, "Living monsters." ”

"Why do all youkai have to look like pretty girls?" I wondered.

"Because most of the ugly youkai die quickly. Master replied.

"Obviously a master of the world who subdues demons and exterminates demons, will he be shaken by his beauty?" The reputation of the master outside the world lowered a few points in my heart, "That's too undisciplined!"

"You know, discipline has never been worth a fortune. ”

What Master said is very reasonable, and he himself has given a living example.

And I also have to admit that being beautiful does bring many privileges, because destroying something beautiful is a sin in itself.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss it very much

Busy and busy to make money......

I submitted a few manuscripts to the magazine and passed them, and I was very happy to get the manuscript fee.

Then thank the editor for not killing him, and delay it for so long......

Looking back at what I wrote before, I just feel immature, but I'm slowly correcting it.

Thank you all in the end.

In the past two days, I have slowly made up for the updates that I owed before......