When the fish belly was white in the east, Yin was in the Yin Mansion and was on duty in sorting out the court clothes and preparing to enter the palace. Mrs. Yin was on the side to help. Yin Ruoyu came in and pestered her father to ask for peach blossom wine. Yin Rui and Mrs. Yin are very rebellious to this little daughter, it is said that living in such a family, food to open the mouth, clothes to stretch out. It's okay to be a lady. But when she was a child, Yin Ruoyu liked to dance with knives and guns like a boy, and when she was about ten years old, Wen Taishi Wen Zhong said to Yin Rui, looking at Ling Yan's qualifications are excellent, talented and intelligent, and have a relationship with immortals, it is better to learn Taoism from a teacher. It didn't take long for the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch to come to Yin's Mansion, and Yin Ruoyu began to learn from his teacher.

Five or six years have passed in a blink of an eye, Yin Ruoyu has not only exquisite swordsmanship and spells, but also has become more and more beautiful. Therefore, a matchmaker came to the house to propose marriage, and the other party was either the son of the prince's minister's family or the young master of Wanguan Shangjia. But Yin Ruoyu didn't see anything, which saddened Yin Ruoyu's ruined couple. Especially now that there is a senior brother Yu Fei inexplicably. Although Yu Fei looks like Pan An, he is suave. But the skills that came and went without a trace still made them unable to figure out the details. No, Mrs. Yin chattered again.

Mrs. Yin said: "Ruoyu, don't play around all day long, the age is not young, you should learn some female workers knitting, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at home, and find a good husband and son in the future." ”

"Mother, I'm still young, don't worry. ”

"You girl, you really don't let my mother rest assured. ”

Yin Po said: "Ruoyu, listen to your mother's words." Oh, by the way, what's the origin of that senior brother of yours?"

Yin Ruoyu smiled: "Our Taoist said that the secret of heaven must not be revealed. Dad, how about I conjure a spell for you?" Yin Ruoyu finished speaking, his right hand shook in the air, and there was an extra peach blossom branch in his hand. But I saw that the peach blossoms were budding and fragrant. Yin Ruoyu chanted, "The peach blossoms are red in March, and the branches are in your hands." The house is full of fragrance, and the love is stronger. ”

Yin Rui and Mrs. Yin laughed.

"Mother, this is called, Wu Neng is on the horse to set the world, and Wen Neng opens his mouth to chant poetry. How about it, my daughter doesn't lose her eyebrows, right?"

Yin Po and Mrs. Yin said in unison: "Good daughter, good daughter." ”

Yin Chengxiu hurriedly came in, and he took out a few chicken feathers from his arms for his father to see. Yin was puzzled.

Yin Ruoyu giggled: "Brother, do you understand the vassal elegance, and you can't get a few chicken feathers." It's like my peach blossom branches in spring. This isn't your spell, is it?"

Yin Chengxiu hurriedly told him about the monsters in the palace last night.

Yin said worriedly: "Yunzhongzi peachwood sword avoids demons, and Jiang Ziya practices burning pipa essence." It seems that it is true that there is a demon in the palace. Alas, the country will prosper, and there will be auspiciousness. The country will perish, and there will be demons. Since Daji and Hu Ximei entered the palace, the king has been drinking all day long and singing every night. Punishing the queen and killing Zhongliang is a sign of the country's demise. ”

"Since Daji entered the palace, there have been disasters in the palace, and I wonder if Daji and that Hu Ximei are demons. ”

"But we are mortals with the naked eye, not people who have attained the Tao and cultivated immortals, how can we distinguish demons, let alone get rid of demons, there are no more capable people in Chaoge City, if His Royal Highness Wu Geng is here. ”

"My cousin is far away on Penglai Island and follows the Duobao Dao people to practice spells, but he is thousands of miles away, what should I do?"

Yin Ruoyu excitedly said: "Brother, look for me." As the saying goes, you use a knife to kill a chicken, and I can take this opportunity to show how good my mana is. As long as I take a turn in the palace, there will be no way for the demon to escape!"

Yin Rui, Yin Chengxiu, and Mrs. Yin looked at Yin Ruoyu with their eyes.

"Look down on me, right? I'm the apprentice of the Nine Heavens Demon Ancestor, and it's not a piece of cake to catch a little demon to play. ”

When Yin Ruoyu finished saying these words, the peach blossom branch in her hand instantly turned into a peach blossom sword.

Yin Rui smiled with satisfaction: "The little girl is smart and intelligent, and she has the true inheritance of the Demon Ancestor, and she will be able to subdue the demons." However, in the forbidden land of the palace, we can only cast spells secretly, and we must not provoke the king and cause death. ”

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When Ji Dan woke up in the morning, he decided to go down the mountain to visit his mother.

In the quiet Nanyan Palace last night, Ji Dan was lying in the room, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice and sprinkled in front of the bed. It added to Ji Dan's homesickness. He tossed and turned, having trouble sleeping. It was like a boulder in his chest, pressing him out of breath. Although he has many brothers, he is not in front of the church to take care of his parents, and his brothers can do it for him. But it is a great rebellion for a loving mother to be too ill to serve at the bedside. Moreover, if the heavens are different, the country will be in crisis. As the saying goes, if you learn literary and martial arts, you sell them to the emperor's house. As a husband, he should serve the country even more. If you can't go down the mountain, what's the use of cultivating spells. He had a lot of thoughts, his mind became more and more confused, and there was a chaotic noise in his ears, like a human whispering and a ghostly squeaking. The boundless noise brought him to the brink of collapse, and suddenly Master's voice pierced through the murmur like an arrow into his heart.

"Quiet and inactive, back to simplicity, conform to nature, square my heart. ”

Ji Dan hurriedly sat up, he silently recited the sixteen-character mantra passed by the master, and then his anger sank into the dantian, his mood gradually calmed down, and the noise in his ears disappeared at once. He suddenly realized that this was a "demon" at work. His heart will only last if he has a conviction. He decided that no matter what the verses, what the taboos. I have to go home tomorrow, and the thought of this instantly brightens my heart. It was just about dawn that he fell asleep.

Ji Dan got dressed and looked around the room where he was leaving. The room was very tidy, and there were no expensive things to furnish, a set of worn-out clay pots and bowls were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and there were many bamboo slips piled on the table, most of which were books such as scriptures. A yellowed silk tent is wrapped around a single wooden bed. There was a five-foot-tall wooden cabinet against the south wall, and several farm tools hung on the wall. The only thing that can bring life to the room is the picture of a silk lady hanging on the west wall. Painting a clever and moving beautiful girl, lightly open her lips, slightly smiling, a lovely appearance, she is wearing a pink gauze dress, waving a sword in the peach forest full of flowers, dancing, very pitiful. There is always a feeling of heartbeat. So when Master gave him this painting, he stared at it for a long time, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He meditated hard, his eyes were like an awl, and he couldn't wait to penetrate the layer of silk to gain insight into the mystery of the beautiful girl's life in the painting. He asked Master many times who the beautiful girl in the painting was, but Master was silent. That night, she drank wine, looked at the painting in the silk, and was stunned all night without sleeping. No wonder Peng An looked at Ji Dan's red eyes in the morning and called him a nymphomaniac.

Master Shenlong saw the head but did not see the end, and Nanyan Palace was deep in the secluded mountains, so there were few pilgrims in Nanyan Palace, so the incense was not prosperous, and it was very poor. Ji Dan's family is also strange, no one came to visit or give some silver taels. The usual living needs here only rely on the work of their master, Ji Dan, and Peng An, and they are basically self-sufficient.

Ji Dan pushed open the door, and a mist of water rushed towards him, and he couldn't help but shudder. As far as the eye can see, the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the entire Nanyan Palace is shrouded in smoke and rain. It's no wonder that I didn't hear the bell today, and that lazy Peng An may be curled up in the bed and sleeping. Every three o'clock in the morning, the bell on the bell and drum tower rings on time, which also indicates the official start of a new day in Nanyan Palace. The crisp bell can ring for ten miles. This has also become the sunrise schedule of the nearby mountain people. But when it rains and snows, it becomes a reason for Peng An to be lazy, so that he can't hear the bell, then there is a good chance that God is crying.

Ji Dan looked at the gray sky, time seemed to be suffocated, if he was happy to let the Feifei drizzle for a day or two, the morning bell and dusk drums no longer sounded, he was so lazy in his room to read those books on the way of soldiering. He knew that sooner or later he would go down the mountain, and the ascension to immortality was not the result he wanted, and governing the country and the country was his ultimate goal. But today is different, that is, after eating, I will go down the mountain.

Ji Dan found a brown oilcloth umbrella from the room, and he held it up and walked towards the firewood room. Ji Dan pushed open the door of the firewood room, and the fog was thick inside, and the waiter Peng An had already prepared the morning meal. This guy was not lazy, and Ji Dan sat down at the table with relief.

Peng An came over with millet porridge and said, "Fourth son, I'm ready, we'll go down the mountain after eating." ”

Ji Dan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Go down the mountain?"

"Go home, Fourth Son. The one who knows the son is Peng Anye. Master travels all over the world and doesn't know when he will come back, so we can't just wait, right? Disobeying the master's order to go down the mountain is disrespectful, but not being able to fulfill filial piety in front of the hall is really unfilial. If you are not respectful or filial, you can only choose one of them. Master is a person who understands, and He will not blame you. ”

"I also thought about it, my mother is in good health, that is, a day and two days, we can go back to Nanyan Palace. ”

"Ahh......h

"Let's eat. Eat well and go down the mountain. ”

"Oh!"

Peng An sat down unhappily, lowered his head and kept pulling rice into his mouth.

Ji Dan thought, this ghost is clever and very good at figuring out the master's thoughts. They quickly finished their breakfast and went back to their rooms to pack their bags.

Ji Dan returned to the room, there was nothing to pack, a few clothes wrapped in a package and tied around his back. He picked up the flute from the bedside, and inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the lady, and he walked over to take it off, but he hesitated, turned and took the umbrella and walked out of the room.

Peng An was very neat in this action, carrying a square bamboo basket on his shoulder, which contained household utensils, a large wine gourd in it, and an oil lamp hanging on the horizontal fork above the bamboo basket. He even thought about it for a night walk. It's a bit of a homecoming. At this moment, he was standing in front of the mountain gate with an umbrella, waiting for Ji Dan a little anxiously.