One foot deep, one foot shallow, stepping on Huangquan Road. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Except for the cripple, only drunk people walk like this.

The only person who dares to get drunk on Huangquan Road is Bai Wuchang.

He was drunk and provoked many corpse-eating iron dogs to follow.

turned around and poured residual wine on them, Bai Wuchang was so drunk that he couldn't even open his eyes: "Please drink some wine, let's not offend, okay?"

The Iron Dogs seemed to understand him, and scrambled to lick the wine on the ground.

The cold wind of thousands of years is still blowing, blowing fiercely in the white robe.

After a few more steps, he reached the gate of Fengdu City.

Fengdu City has changed the new city gate, and the vermilion paint is like blood.

It seems that Moji is not stupid, and he can weigh the weight.

The gate of the new city was still smashed through many long nails by the doorman, and the roots were sharp, like fine teeth about to swallow people.

The nails were smashed so tightly that there was no room for people to knock on the door.

Moji's little trick is really slippery.

"I'm tired of opening the door, and the white ghost has returned to the city. He shouted three times by pulling his neck, and even the thin rat that ate the dead was scared away, but the door was not answered.

"I bothered Lord Mensi to open the door, and Meng Nu's godson, the white ghost, returned to the city. He shouted three more times, but Meng Nu's name didn't play a role.

"I was tired of Lord Mensi opening the door, and the godson of Meng Nu, whom Boss Yan liked, the White Ghost Envoy, returned to the city. After shouting three more times, even the name of King Yama was useless.

sighed, took out an oiled paper bag in his arms, and whispered softly: "I originally brought back a pack of sauce donkey meat for Lord Menji, but who knew that he was not at home in time." ”

The gate of Fengdu City opened, and the door division poked out the ghost head from the inside, baring his fangs and smiling: "It's windy outside, and the ghost makes the lord come in quickly." ”

Seeing Bai Wuchang's messy gait, the door division immediately went to help, and the smile kept on his lips: "I have long heard the ghost envoy calling the door, and it happened that I was sweeping the street in the distance, and I threw down the broom and came back to open the door, the ghost envoy will not think I am late to open the door, right?"

Looking into the city, the stone road is colorful and full of black frost.

Bai Wuchang smiled knowingly, and handed the donkey meat to Lord Menji: "The sauce donkey meat in the yang world tastes very good, and the wine is just right, so Lord Menji uses it slowly." ”

"How can I be embarrassed to take advantage of the ghost envoy?" took the donkey meat and stuffed it into his arms, and the door immediately laughed: "The ghost envoy has not returned for many days, hurry up and go back to the house to rest." ”

As soon as he received the benefits, he was going to drive people away, and it was really a little ghost's mind.

Nodding deeply, he smiled back to the door division: "My underworld is really the same for ten thousand years, and it will never change, what could be more gratifying than this?"

Walking in the yin, frost and cold.

If you want to ask for a cup of hot tea, it is better to go straight to the Mengnu Mansion.

The courtyard wall is full of flowers and plants, and the fragrance is ethereal.

Who would have thought that the lord of such a beautiful courtyard would be the most poisonous of the Three Realms.

Pushed open the door and went straight in, slumped into the chair with his butt, and poured himself the pot.

The tea has residual temperature, and it is sweet and moistens the throat after drinking three cups in a row.

"Aren't you afraid that the tea is poisonous?" Meng Nu sneered in the air.

Looking around, he didn't see Meng Nuqian's shadow, Bai Wuchang lowered his eyebrows and sighed slightly: "I have been poisoned by the frost of my godmother, and I have half of my rotten life left, what else is there to fear?"

"This is specially made for you, but unfortunately you just drank it too quickly to taste the taste of my tea. ”

After two whispers, Meng Nu flashed into shape.

The blue shirt and purple skirt, a bunch of black hair, and no jewelry lining, but it is beautiful.

"So, the godmother knows I'm coming?" Bai Wuchang poured another cup of tea, and really savored it.

"Who dares to enter my mansion without knocking on the door except you?"

"It seems reasonable. ”

While chuckling, he poured a cup of tea for Meng Nu and respectfully handed it to her.

Meng Nu tasted the fragrance of tea and raised her eyebrows lightly: "So, do you say it first, or do I say it first?"

"I'm coming back from afar, and I'm a guest no matter what, so I'll say it first. Bai Wuchang blinked and smiled, and forcibly tricked him: "The plan is about to be completed, please ask my godmother to prepare two things for me." ”

"Catch the wind wine and wash water?"

"Isn't my godmother making me laugh?" Bai Wuchang looked up to the sky and laughed, out of breath, and even choked on the tea.

Wiping his chin and continuing the residual tea, Yu smiled: "It's the palace of impermanence that my godmother promised me, and I also begged my sister to get rid of my frosty poison." ”

Meng Nu chuckled silently, and her red lips dyed the cup.

"You only found six souls and five spirits, so you are in such a hurry to ask for credit?"

"Godmother's news is so well-informed. Bai Wuchang smiled deeply and praised: "My sister's mourning soul has just been taken off, and it hasn't cooled yet, and the godmother actually knows it." ”

Meng Mei chuckled and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

Attentively filled the Meng Nu with tea, and lowered her eyebrows: "Listen to the teachings of the godmother." ”

The sneer was cold, and the dark voice was angry: "Bai impermanence, you are so capable!"

Anyone can hear that this is Meng Nu's anger, but Bai Wuchang just boasted to himself: "Thank you godmother for the compliment, I never deny this." ”

"I used the two assassins, the Sword and the Charm, to help you succeed, but you took them to have a good time. Meng Nu condensed her ice eyes, and her lips were frosty: "Pretend to be a princess, pretend to be a heroine, pretend to be a general, pretend to be a young lady, I am a dignified assassin in the underworld, and I have been taught by you to be a play!"

"Could it be that the two junior sisters complained to the godmother about something?" Bai Wuchang rubbed his nose and drank tea with his eyebrows lowered.

"White impermanence. Meng ** was cold, the warm tea in his hand instantly turned into ice, and the porcelain cup cracked: "They are laughing day and night now, like naughty girls, you are trying to arouse their demon nature, are you trying to seek the antidote to Meng Po Tang?"

"Oh my God!" In an instant, he was soaked in cold sweat, and almost fell off the teacup, full of grievances: "Senior sisters, smile, godmother can also put a charge on me?"

sighed bitterly, as if he was born without love: "After thousands of years, no amount of high-energy and great virtue can break the antidote to Meng Po Tang, how dare I think of such a thing?"

After making a photo, he smiled again: "If I want to know the antidote to Meng Po soup, I can ask my godmother directly, do you think my godmother hurts me so much, will you not tell me?"

Meng Nu raised her chin and squinted: "Then why don't you ask?"

"It's a blessing to be able to forget some things. Bai Wuchang shook his head as he spoke: "Being able to drink Meng Po soup is a blessing that I have cultivated for eight lifetimes, why should I have an antidote? This is a lack of virtue." ”

The voice settled, and Meng Nu skillfully manipulated the wind.

The wooden chair under Bai Wuchang's seat suddenly turned into dust, and he fell on his heel.

"I just drank a few more glasses of water from my godmother, as for falling on my head?" Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly, and suddenly woke up: "Could it be that Meng Po soup really has an antidote?"

He just said that having an antidote is a lack of virtue, if Meng Nu has an antidote in his hands, wouldn't he scold Meng Nu for lacking virtue?

If that's the case, it's not wrong to throw him on his heels.

Meng Nu ignored it, got up and took her sleeves: "From this moment on, the sword and the charm wind will no longer help you, and the spirit will take over." ”