And said that outside the wisher, seeing this monster in his own house, he actually knew how to listen to the wind and distinguish colors; when he saw that there was a master of the Shangqing Palace here, he followed the shrinking turtle, and did not say a word, only pretending to be ignorant. The monster's hand can make the wisher angry, anxious and afraid-

The angry thing is that he used to say that he was short of two catties when selling rice, and he didn't do anything bad, but he provoked such a monster in the house; anxiously, it was unlucky enough to have a monster, but what was even more unlucky was that this monster was not only powerful, but also so cunning in his surname, that he knew how to observe words and feelings, and just hid and did not get out; what was even more afraid was that he finally invited a man who was profound. The mage who can suppress the demons, but unexpectedly, because of the monster's good behavior, the fairy chief saw that the scene in his house was peaceful, and he couldn't stop leaving, and wondered if he was playing tricks on him-

I can also think of it with my toes, once this master of the Shangqing Palace leaves, the demon with the surname of the person will definitely blame him for inviting such a powerful mage, and he will definitely take revenge on the family house even more!

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanwai couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't care about maintaining a modest face anymore, only to see that his eyes suddenly showed a cold light, and he said in a gloomy tone:

"Now, there is no way, I have to use that trick!"

Zhu Yuanwai's words were low and gloomy, and he could only hear the two old and young people in front of him who were just thinking about getting out, as if the bright flower hall in front of them suddenly seemed to be darkened. And Mrs. Zhu, who was standing on the side, heard her husband's sudden words, and couldn't help but exclaim, and shouted with a crying voice:

"Master! don't!~"

This terrible sound echoed throughout the flower hall, making people feel an indescribable dead silence - just as everyone was overwhelmed by this solemn and strange atmosphere, they suddenly heard the priest shouting to his son beside him:

"Wencai, you are not a good child! Your head is stupid like an elm pimple!"

As soon as these words came out, the Zhu family and his family were in a panic, especially the young son Zhu Wencai, who was even more panicked when he heard his father's blame. In the entire flower hall, there are only two people, Lao Dao and Xingyan, seeing that the wisher looked at him left and right, and did not mention the monster, but instead disciplined the children, it was inevitable that he was a little inexplicable, and he was ignorant in the same place. After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no follow-up outside the wisher, Lao Dao couldn't help but ask:

"Outside the staff, what is that trick you are talking about? Why don't you hurry up and use it!"

"Immortal Chief, my trick has already come out!"

"Ahh

Seeing him out of tune like this, Lao Dao was even more displeased:

"Do you think that people outside my side can tease at will?"

Hearing him blame, Zhu Yuanwai shook his teeth and said:

"Dao, Dao Chief, don't you think there is anything strange in this flower hall......?

In the face of Lao Dao's questioning, this Zhu Yuanwai stammered and answered the question, and trembled all over, and his teeth couldn't stop fighting up and down! After hearing his words, trying to understand what Zhu Yuanwai meant, Lao Dao and Xingyan couldn't help but feel terrified, and hurriedly looked around carefully. When the eyes of the old and young people touched this flower hall several times, but they really couldn't see anything strange, Qinghe Lao Dao couldn't help but glance at Xingyan, and then turned his gaze back to the soul of the wisher, at this time, he found that his teeth chattered even more, and he couldn't speak for a while, just pointed to the east wall.

Seeing his instructions, Lao Dao and Xingyan settled down, and were mentally prepared to see all kinds of terrifying scenes, so they dared to tremble and glance in the direction pointed out by the outsider--but they saw that on the east wall of the flower hall, on the pink wall, there was a painted begonia tree with brilliant flowers, and on the stem of the begonia tree, there was a parrot standing on it, with red feathers and green feathers, and its expression was like life, vivid.

While the two of them were nervously observing, suddenly, the feathers of the parrot in the painting suddenly opened, and a strange voice shouted:

"Monster ~ Monster! Demon ~ Monster!"

This sudden scream shocked the old man and the young man into a cold sweat!

It's just that after a while, the shock calmed down, but Lao Dao smiled, picked up the peachwood sword that was placed aside, turned back to Zhu Yuanwai and said:

"Isn't it just a bird demon who has become a spirit! As for being afraid of becoming like this! And when the old Taoist goes to catch it, it is just right to roast and eat it!"

But it was this old man of Qinghe, seeing that the demon bird in the painting was petite, and it seemed that it was not enough for him to hit it with a peachwood sword, he immediately regained his courage and was eager to try.

“...... No, Immortal. ”

Seeing that Qinghe was eager to jump, Zhu Yuanwai said:

"The monster is not the parrot, the parrot is not a painting, it is a real bird. It's just that my Yang people dug a small hole in the begonia branch, and then inserted a parrot stand from behind the wall, so that the starling fluttered and jumped on it, and it looked like this painting was alive from a distance!

Speaking of pride, the wisher's outer teeth don't seem to fight up and down, and he speaks neatly, and he looks quite complacent.

"Oh, I see, it's really interesting!"

Xingyan listened to Zhu Yuanwai's words, and felt that it was really interesting.

"Yes! Sure enough, the ingenuity is unique, and it deserves to be the rich family in Raozhou City...... Ugh!"

Speaking of this, Qinghe suddenly came to his senses and said angrily:

"What do you mean by that? Could it be that you invited us here today to boast about the decoration of the house? What is your intention in teasing me three times these times?"

Qinghe Lao Dao mistakenly regarded the live bird as a real monster, and felt that he was ugly in front of people, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry. Seeing that he was annoyed, Zhu Yuanwai hurriedly apologized:

In fact, it's not that there is a problem with the mural, but the spring stool that just appeared before the painting is a problem! The fairy chief should be merciful and save my whole family!"

Hearing this, Lao Dao and Xingyan looked at the root of the east wall again, and this time they noticed that in front of the painting of the tree and begonia, there was a four-legged spring stool, which was lying there crookedly. The spring stool was about two arms long, the surface of the stool was wide, and the edges and corners of the stool were quite smooth, and it was obvious that it was very old, but it was surprising that the color of the stool was quite white, and it seemed that the owner was diligent in wiping and well maintained.

Listening to the meaning of Zhu Yuanwai, it seems that this spring stool was not here just now, but he called that sound, and this stool appeared before the east painting wall.

"You say, it's this elm stool that's doing the trick?"

Lao Dao asked with some confusion.

"That's right! Immortal Chang's eyes are like torches, and this is bad because it's an elm stool!"

"Oh, is the elm stool special? Hmm...... The stool made of elm wood is sturdy and durable, not easy to be eaten by insects, and it is not broken...... Uh, how does this ordinary elm stool have anything to do with the monsters? You won't show off the utensils with me again, will you?"

Zhu Yuanwai heard the old way of doubt, and no longer distinguished, just recited the mantra just now:

"The head is stupid like an elm lump!"

Lao Dao heard him recite this brainless toothache mantra again, and he was amused in his heart, and was about to say a few sarcastic words - but unexpectedly, just as the voice of the Zhu Yuan had just fallen, a sudden change occurred!

At this time, Qinghe suddenly heard the young man next to him "oops", and raised his hand to ask him to look at Dongzhaobi! The old man followed the prestige, but saw that Fang Cai's ordinary long spring stool was now undergoing strange changes:

The original white stool body suddenly had a scarlet steam, as if this elm stool was humiliated by the words of the Zhu Yuan's scolding of the elm, and his face was flushed. And the four legs of the stool were now moving, like the four legs of a wild beast, and they were constantly plowing the ground, as if they were about to run towards it. The two dark brown knots on the head of the elm stool are now like two human eyes, staring angrily at this side - this originally inconspicuous elm spring stool is now suddenly full of vitality, as if it has become a vicious dog that chooses people to devour!

"Oh my god!

Seeing this situation, Lao Dao cried bitterly in his heart!

As for Xingyan, although the vision he experienced on Poyang Lake last time, the storm was loud, the lightning and thunder roared, and the momentum was many times greater than the one in front of him, but the horror he was now full of was not worse than the last time - the slow, silent change, but it was even more terrifying and infiltrating, Xingyan only felt a cold air coming up from behind, and he was already goosebumps!

was terrified, but when he saw the Zhu Da member beside the old man, he saw that the stool demon was about to move, and he was so frightened that he jumped behind the old man with a "poof" - I couldn't see that his fat body could still dodge and move so quickly!

When he hid in a safe place, he kept urging in a panic:

"Immortal Chief, cast a spell quickly! This monster is so fierce when it gets angry!"

As soon as he heard this, Lao Dao panicked even more, and hurriedly picked up the peachwood sword, and at the same time put his index finger in his mouth. At this time, his face had become very solemn.

"Huh, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that Lao Dao was at this critical juncture, he didn't think about how to resist the demon, but he was only learning children to suck their fingers there, and he couldn't help but be very strange. Hearing him ask, Lao Dao scoffed:

"Stupid! I haven't seen my Taoist true method after all! Really powerful spells have to chew your tongue, or bite your fingers, and spray a mouthful of blood on the magic weapon, so that the power of the magic weapon will be dozens of times greater! Today, this Taoist master sees that this monster is so vicious, it can't be done without some blood!"

It's just that, having said that, biting your fingers or chewing your tongue is not as easy as spitting. The skin on this hand is already very tough, and the teeth are not as sharp as a knife saw, which is really too difficult to bite through; besides, these ten fingers are connected to the heart, and biting their own fingers by themselves is extremely painful, unless the person who is extremely vicious, how can he be so ruthless that he can only take care of his mouth? Don't listen to the storytellers of those teahouses and restaurants, as soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, the "bite the tip of the tongue and squirt a mouthful of blood on the peachwood sword" is said quickly, and it seems to be easy to tighten, but in fact, it is not easy to do it seriously.

Therefore, seeing that this old man has been busy for a long time, but only a few tooth marks have been left on the skin of his old fingers, but not even a trace of blood has flowed!

Not to mention that there was a lot of chaos here, but said that the stool demon, after observing for a while, felt that the two people on the opposite side were not very strong, so he suddenly fell back like a vicious dog, and gathered enough momentum, and then only heard a "whew" gust of wind, and the elm stool demon jumped over like a thunderstorm.

The stool demon was fierce, but it was extremely agile, and with a "swish" sound, the stool body twisted like a water snake, and rushed straight towards the outside of the stool!

"Whoa!"

In this lightning speed, the fat body of nearly 200 pounds outside the Zhu Yuan, but like a scarecrow, he was knocked up and fell far away, only to see him roll for a while, flying straight from the center of the flower hall to the west side of the wall, along the way with countless furniture vases, and finally crushed a seat when landing!

Before everyone could react, the stool demon with amazing power but very fast was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing left and right in the flower hall, knocking everyone into a horse on their backs, wailing endlessly!

After a burst of wolf rushes, most of the people in the flower hall were knocked to the ground, and they couldn't stop moaning. Even the old Taoist Qinghe was now knocked over and lying under the table of the Eight Immortals, and his peachwood sword was now covered in blood, but it was spurted out by the old Dao Bang.

At this time, looking at it, this originally magnificent and well-arranged Zhuzhai Flower Hall is now a mess. The flower stands are falling, the tables and stools are crooked, the bottles are broken, the wine and food are scattered, the water flows all over the place, and it is full of injuries, just like a battlefield that has just been fiercely fought, and the previous rich and prosperous atmosphere in the flower hall has disappeared. At this time, even the mural live parrot that the staff was proud of outside the staff also hung up the small rope tied to his legs, fled out of the window in a panic, circled the house three times, "croaked" a few times like a crow, and then fled to the distant house.

It's just that when everyone was knocked to the ground, the young man was still unharmed, standing alone in the messy flower hall, which was particularly dazzling.

It turned out that the stool demon just now rushed forward and back, encroaching like fire, but it bypassed the market boy, Zhang Xingyan.

And this young man, who is still intact now, is also inexplicable in his heart, and he can't help but think crankily in his heart:

"Could it be that this monster is so psychic? Knowing that I have great strength, he is afraid that he will not be able to fly me, so he will not dare to provoke me?"

Just when Xingyan was thinking about luck, he didn't expect the monster to turn around and stare at Xingyan with its two scar "eyes", and kept digging the ground on all fours, as if he was hesitating to come and attack the boy.

"It's miserable! I still can't hide from it!"

"Don't come, don't come, don't come......"

The only thing the boy could do now was to pray incessantly, and he knew that no matter how strong and agile he was, it was useless. The speed of the monster not far away was too fast, and the elm wood was abnormally hard, and it was impossible for him to resist such a lightning-like impact.

Just when he couldn't stop saying a word to the passing immortals, he suddenly saw in horror that the stool demon seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his body fell back, and then he only heard the sound of "swish", and the whole stool body was like a lightning bolt that crossed the air, and suddenly flew towards himself with the momentum of thunder......

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