In all fairness, just like a diner waiting for the last meal before going to the execution ground finds that the cook forgot to take a spatula, and King Qi, who is waiting under the red candle to perform a ceremony with Zhong Wuyan, sees that the officiant of the marriage is wearing a nightgown, and the snitch with the crossbow against his temple notices that the head catcher has not wound the crossbow at all, he will show this complex expression from disappointment to joy to anger. Lang Xiaoniang was no exception, she frowned slightly beautifully, and her eyebrows, which were originally evenly drawn and thin with Dai ink, became a little faded and a little thickened, destroying the perfect proportions of the whole face.

Wei Ye sighed with some regret, and handed some of the left hand holding the wrist of the little lady Lang outward, half persuading and half frightened: "I had a big fight with the guys in the Big Gun Mansion just now, and your house has been destroyed, but now it is just the spirit of the spirit, and it is just the spirit of the demon and the ghost, what can you do if you turn into the original body? Not to mention that your wrist and pulse are detained by me, it is difficult to conjure any flowers......

Before she finished speaking, the little lady Lang's smooth face was already covered with fine and dense short hair, and she threw her head up towards Wei Ye's wrist, her white teeth flashed slightly, wanting to devour her wrist and suck blood.

Just when she smelled the smell of skin and flesh exposed by the green-shirted scribe outside the tied sleeves, and before she could move her upper and lower jaws, the blue-gray shadow had already enlarged rapidly in front of her eyes, and the handwriting carved by the knife was pasted on her forehead.

There was a crunch on the ground.

A sensation of pain suddenly spread from her forehead to her head, hot and hot, and a slight stinging sound, she couldn't help but want to scream, want to twist her body wildly. At this moment, she felt her wrist loosen, and the annoying man in the green shirt had let go of her front paws.

However, Wei Ye, who let go of her front paws, also had a grim face like stepping on shit, holding the tombstone that had been stumped in his hand, and took a few steps back.

The sword behind his back has long been scrapped at the bottom of the mountain, and without the blade in his hand, there is such a damaged tombstone that is not much bigger than a brick, and he is still playing hand-to-hand combat with a wild wolf with a good head? This is not bravery, this is an idiot, this is brain-dead, this is striking iron in the skull.

Smacking his tongue impatiently, Wei Ye moved his steps in a bad mood while complaining: "Isn't it said that the pulse of the wrist and elbow is the biggest weakness behind the monster changer, and it is difficult to change once it is buckled? Why are you mad dog, ah no, the mad wolf can be an exception?"

Of course, the little lady Lang, who has already half-metamorphosed into the form of a beast, will not answer such a difficult technical question, but pounces fiercely!

The fangs rubbed the edge of the tombstone, the stone chips peeled off the bluestone, the tip of the tongue touched the curse of the tombstone, and the blood scab was branded from the inscription.

If so, three.

Wei Ye grabbed the town tombstone, which was already a circle smaller, showing an expression that was half admiration and half toothache, and the half-human, half-wolf monster in front of him was also burned by the curse on the town tombstone while biting the town tombstone. Looking at the wolf's mouth that was almost completely festering, even he had to admire the tenacity of this demon wolf.

However, even if the mouth is full of sores, the wolf's tooth has not been lost, and after a few more plays, this only tombstone in hand will completely become a teething stick in the wolf's mouth. No matter how seriously injured Wei Ye is, biting to death one or two things that have no protection is no more difficult for this monster than catching a rabbit or a toad or something.

Holding the tombstone that was gnawed on all four sides and couldn't bear to look at it directly, Wei Ye flicked his tongue, his eyes swept over the tooth marks, and he couldn't help complaining: "You obviously shrank from a Tibetan mastiff to a Chihuahua after taking off your demon body, how can the bite force of the upper and lower jaws still be large, this is not scientific and unrealistic." ”

He was in the mood to talk nonsense, but this half-wolf, half-humanoid woman who didn't know whether to count a demon or a ghost, was in no mood to be a qualified listener. Looking at the tombstone, which was almost out of use, her facial muscles wrinkled into folds as she opened her mouth with a low growl, and she couldn't see her original pretty face. She bent her waist and spread her legs together, covering the skirt of the half-beast body and could not withstand such a fierce movement, and ripped it open from the middle with a hiss, revealing the wolf's legs, which were already very different from humans, and in this way, she completely completed a complete degradation from man to beast, and pounced straight up!

If a sour man speaks fast enough to recite the tongue twister "eat grapes without spitting out grape skins" without grunting, he can probably chant a poem that is "as pretentious as a swimming dragon, as fast as a frightening dragon", and then embrace the noble emotions that only some bald fools of the South Asian subcontinent have, and bare his neck to enjoy a stimulating kiss that has nothing to do with lust and only appetite.

However, Wei Ye obviously lacked some noble discipline that was very worthy of praise, and instead raised his hand suddenly, and on the side of his waist, he held the damaged tomb stone and threw it forward with a non-standard shot put-push action!

That was the matter of an instant, just when the town tombstone thrown by Wei Ye was about to hit the forehead of the wolf girl, with a agility far more agile than mortals, he raised his head, his body turned upwards, and he grabbed the town tombstone. The exorcism spell on the mouth and the tomb stone made a slight burning sound, and the sharp teeth and the bluestone engraved with the blessing text touched it, and there was a crisp stone cracking sound. However, before she could bite her upper and lower jaws, a hard guy with the thickness of a bowl was able to resist the tombstone alive and stab her deep in the throat.

The soft flesh of the stone against her throat made her instinctively hold back tears in her eyes. In the blur of tears, she could only see a dark red tarpaulin umbrella with many scorch marks being unreasonably stabbed into her mouth. On the head of the umbrella, there is a hideous ghost head made of iron with a slightly black and blue hair, and the ghost head surrounded by lotus flowers has sharp angles everywhere, and it cuts bloody cuts in her throat without mercy.

Grabbing the handle of the umbrella with both hands, he stabbed forward like a sword, and Wei Ye asked a little panting, "That action just now was good...... I've practiced catching frisbees before? What kind of dog breed? Su Mu?"

It's a pity that the wolf girl who was so at his mercy couldn't say a word, only a pair of pupils with blue light, staring at him deadly.

"Don't look at it, don't try to trouble me if you look at it again. With an unceremonious sneer, Wei Ye stepped lightly, and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "Why don't you let Xiaosheng sing a song to you before you are finished?"

As he spoke, he didn't care about the wolf girl who was writhing in front of him in some pain and a little confused, he gently stepped on the beat and sang:

"A wolf in the north of Qingqing, drilling the ancient mound, devouring the dead corpse, wearing a skeleton, the essence of the old tomb is called a wolf ghost, claiming to know the girl out of the coffin, the peach arc Zhang, the ghost is scattered, and the hometown is returned.

"The blood and oil of the mermaid in the South China Sea, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, according to Changming, like a star, not like my umbrella cover coated thickly, the thunder god hit the rain and knocked, the dragon avoided, the earth was intimidated, and the ghost head was hung. ”

In the out-of-tune and a little deafening singing, there was a faint fire light from the dark red tarpaulin umbrella, and then scattered, and spewed out from the wolf girl's mouth, nose, eyes, and eyes. If a wise person sees it, he will know that this is a little thunder and fire essence collected by the Fang family in the spell sacrificial vessel, which is the natural nemesis of demon things, and I don't know what kind of good shit luck this green-shirted scribe who knows a little about a few hands and a half bucket of water magic and where he got it.

"Send you to return to creation, your ears will not hear, you will not see your eyes, your soul will not remain, you will rest, you will rest, and you will never be sorrowful. ”

The minor tune that seems to be a curse and not a curse, and the song is not so pleasant, as if echoing the beating fire light on the oilcloth umbrella, and every minute lower the tone, the firelight is slightly dimmed, which is obviously a sign that the thunder and fire essence captured in this greasy and old oilcloth umbrella is about to run out. However, the wolf girl who was stabbed in the throat by the old umbrella didn't seem to feel the power of the red fire on the umbrella weakening, only the violent aura on her face gradually disappeared, giving birth to a slight sadness.

Feeling that there was no longer a sense of stagnation on the umbrella, Wei Ye turned his wrist, and the oilcloth umbrella was stretched out in the wolf girl's mouth, and the seemingly solid and condensed human form could no longer withstand such excessive ravage, and suddenly turned into dust and sprinkled along the umbrella surface.

Shaking the white ash on the umbrella, the mustachioed green-shirted scribe shook his head disdainfully as if he was pitiful, and sighed: "A wolf wants to become a monster for a hundred years, and the chance is not much more than buying a welfare lottery. I can't think of running out and making trouble, isn't this rushing to let the guys in the Big Gun Mansion brush up on experience, equipment, and prestige. Your wolf skin is enough to put together a piece of high-quality armor for everyone in the Big Gun Mansion, but don't tell me that your belongings are all on the flesh house, and there is nothing good on this spirit condensed demon. ”

Squatting down, he groped his hand in the white ash of the wolf girl after it was refined, and his fingertips touched a cold piece of metal.

Feeling the unique sharp touch of the blade on the metal sheet, Wei Ye's mood was slightly better. Compared with those colleagues who copy books all day long in Shizhong Temple, their own work is too dangerous, and if they have a sword in their hand, at least they can walk a long way with much more peace of mind.

However, when he picked up the piece of metal with three fingers and carried it to his eyes, his mood dropped several percent from before.

For no other reason, what was in his hand was not the long sword that Wei Ye expected, but a bronze short knife full of copper and emerald and simple in shape.

After carefully examining the short knife, the green-shirted scribe who was familiar with spells was not surprised to see a faint yin qi faintly rising from the blade. It is not uncommon for ordinary unearthed antiquities to have yin qi on them, but the yin qi on this knife is condensed but not dispersed, which is obviously the result of being infiltrated by demonic qi for many years. This kind of monster weapon cultivated by its own essence is also a rare object when placed elsewhere, and people who practice martial arts regard it as a treasure, but for a monk like Wei Ye, who specializes in writing spells and water, it is not too much different from chicken ribs.

Silently wrapped the bronze short knife in the furoshi, and put the oilcloth umbrella away, looking at the old umbrella that was not very strong, there were a few more burning openings, and I couldn't help but flick my tongue a little distressed. Although this umbrella is just an ordinary bamboo bone oil cloth umbrella, but on the umbrella surface, a hundred-character secret mantra for suppressing evil and eliminating disasters is written with nine turns of spiritual sand, and Wei Ye spent a lot of money to buy a bucket of cross-toe mermaid ointment blood from an acquaintance to dye the surface of the umbrella dark red.

Mermaid ointment is the fuel of the lantern in the emperor's mausoleum, its quality is like yin and yang, and where the mermaid walks, the dragon is prostrate because of the love of mermaid singing. Therefore, Fang Shi often uses mermaid ointment and blood-stained silk to make an umbrella, called the fish umbrella, holding this umbrella across the river, it can avoid the misfortune of the dragon devouring, and can cover the pure yin quality of the first human form for the formed spirit, so as to avoid the thunder and fire of the spirit yin to attract the thunder and fire of the sky. Although it is not a serious magic weapon, it is also a rare wonder.

Looking at the fish-hidden umbrella not far from being completely scrapped, the mustachioed scribe laughed at himself, and was about to clamp the umbrella under his arm, but found that the lotus ghost head at the head of the umbrella had turned into a half-green and half-blue glass-like crystal, but there were too many impurities in the middle, which seemed foggy and lacked the transparent texture of ordinary glass. How this thing appeared, even Wei Ye himself couldn't figure it out, but just looking at the appearance was not very good, and it was estimated that no one wanted this. Casually plucking this piece of crystal, which is not like stone, not like jade, and not like glass, from the umbrella head and squeezing it into his arms, Wei Ye slowly took steps towards another mountain road.

This road is the way down the mountain back to Luoyang.

Turning two hills, the bearded scribe was not surprised to see his family's oil bottle sitting boredly on a crooked-necked tree by the roadside, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Uncle, you're so slow to farm the boss. ”

"Of course, your uncle and I are not bear men who can run horses with both fists and big rocks. ”

"I'm so attached to the word 'bear man', uncle. But it's not hurt, is it?"

"When have you ever seen the male number one injured because of brushing the boss?"

"That's good, otherwise it's no wonder that we didn't brush it, and we have to pay for medical expenses backwards, and we will have to rely on loan sharks for next month's living expenses." ”

"Ahem...... Bell, you have to have confidence in my strength, uncle. ”

"Yes, only 0. 5 The fighting power of the civilian personnel of the goose is really not confident, uncle. ”

"So in order to celebrate the perfect end of this operation, let's go back and pack up the following, and go up to find a good restaurant to eat foie gras. ”

"No, last time it was braised pork, this time it's foie gras, and I've gained weight recently!"

"Heh, maintaining a body shape can also be seen as a cultivation of the state of mind. In the past, the great monk Huineng had clouds, which is the wind moving the flag, which is the flag moving the wind, and it is really the heart of the benevolent. In the same way, who is the uncle who tempts you? Which is the foie gras that tempts you? After all, it's not because of your own greed......

"Uncle, you're really annoying......"

The two uncles and nieces were talking about the usual and boring gossip, but their voices stopped for a moment, only because a drop of rain came for no reason and fell on the face of the green-shirted scribe.

"It's actually raining," muttered, Wei Ye pulled out the unseemly broken fish umbrella that was sandwiched under his arm, stretched it out, and turned his wrist very lightly, so that the not too broken side covered the top of Sima Ling's head, "The spring of the fifth year of light and light has really arrived." ”