The painter smiled slightly, on the old face, the smile seemed to be a little weird and weird, and the eyes were like an eagle hidden in the forest, he stared at Murong Shuang for a long time and said: "The girl is naturally beautiful, and she is born so beautiful, I am willing to paint a portrait of the girl." ”

As he spoke, he studied the ink, dipped the brush in his hand into the ink in the inkstone, spread out the rice paper, and began to paint.

The painter is very skilled with the pen, his painting skills are very sophisticated, the brush is brisk, the lines are elegant, and the outline of Murong Shuang is quickly outlined, and when the pen is put down, the eyebrows of the characters on the rice paper are very clear, the corners of the mouth and the eyebrows are vivid, and the onlookers next to them all applaud.

Murong Shuang also giggled, she became more and more charming when she smiled, and the painter looked up and said, "Girl, do you think this painting I painted looks like you?"

"Like, I think it's very similar. Murong Shuang felt that she was not as beautiful as she was in this portrait when she looked in the mirror.

This brush is heavy and seems to have a bit of calm beauty. Like, it's really too similar, Xingchen also sighed.

Xingchen was looking at the portrait in a daze, and at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and a carriage with a black cloak galloped from far and near. There was no one in the carriage, and the black cloak was so tightly covered that there was no one sitting in the carriage.

"Master, the demonic spirit here seems to have jumped into the carriage. Shall we go and see?" said the Awakening Dust Magic Weapon Life and Death Fang said.

Xingchen pressed the hilt of the Spirit Snake Sword on his back, and said to Murong Shuang: "I'll come when I go, you wait here." Remember, don't go far. ”

Murong Shuang nodded. The painter heard Xingchen say that he was leaving, but he kept his head buried in painting and didn't even look at him.

"Then come back quickly, I'm waiting for you here!" Xingchen walked a few steps and heard Murong Shuang's crisp and pleasant voice behind him. Murong Shuang is also a cultivator, she has the ability to take care of herself, and Xingchen feels that her Dao method can only protect herself.

The black carriage passed through the downtown area, and then went straight out of the east gate of the town and headed out into the countryside.

Xingchen chased all the way out of the market town, running out of breath. The carriage stopped suddenly, and Xingchen stepped forward, carrying his sword, and lifted the curtain in front of the horsepower, but there was nothing in it.

When Xingchen was about to leave, he saw that the black-cloaked carriage, along with the horses, turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Master, we have been tricked, this is the monster's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. The magic weapon of life and death said.

"But obviously you said that there was a demon in this carriage, so I desperately chased after it, and now you say that it is the monster's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, so why does it use the tiger to divert the tiger from the mountain?" asked Xingchen angrily.

"By the way, is Frost dangerous?" Xingchen suddenly thought that Murong Shuang was still painting there.

Thinking of this, Xingchen couldn't care about anything, sacrificed the wind bamboo, and flew towards the market town.

At this time, the sky also darkened, and the people in the market town gradually decreased, Xingchen came to the place where Murong Shuang painted just now, and found that the painter, along with his desk, paper and ink inkstone, had disappeared, and Murong Shuang didn't know where to go. Xingchen was at a loss for a while.

"Master, let me help you find that monster!" said the living and dead party to Xingchen.

Hearing what it said, Xingchen hurriedly took out the life and death side from his pocket, only to see the life and death side flash with golden light, hang straight into the air, and start to rotate.

"Follow me!" After the magic weapon life and death side spun in the air a few times, it seemed to find the monster flying direction, and flew straight in that direction.

Wake up the dust and sacrifice the wind bamboo to follow behind the life and death side flying in the air, and unconsciously fly to the outskirts of the town.

At this time, the sky is dark, the sun is setting, and where the grass and trees are sparse, there is a sheep intestine path stretching. The path led to a lonely house in the wilderness.

"Master, the monster is in that house!" The living and dead side has already sensed the demonic energy, and its perception is usually very spiritual.

Xingchen fell to the ground, collected the wind bamboo, spread his hand, and the golden light of life and death flashed and returned to his palm.

"Master, you have to be careful, this monster's magic is not to be underestimated. Life and death reminded.

Xingchen held the spirit snake sword in his hand, prepared a few more demon spirit talismans, quietly approached the house, and carefully pushed open the hidden door.

But before his hand touched the door, the door was actually blown open by a demonic wind, which made Xingchen's heart tremble, but he was not afraid, he had already mustered up enough courage and courage for himself.

The furnishings in the room are very messy, it is a simple wooden furniture, and there are some scattered straw on the floor, which is used to prevent the room from getting wet.

Xingchen swept the entire room with a very quick gaze, and found no monsters, but found Murong Shuang lying on the ground.

Her white clothes were still so neat, but her face was bloodless, her eyes were closed, and she was already unconscious.

Xingchen walked over and helped her up: "Shuang'er, what's wrong with you?

"Hahaha", in the open space outside the room, there was a burst of extremely arrogant laughter, and the laughter came out of the ground, very cold: "I didn't expect that I didn't need to look for you, and it was automatically sent to the door." But I only need a woman's soul, not yours. ”

Xingchen hurriedly got up, the spirit snake sword in his hand, and the spirit rune with two fingers, ran out of the door, and the real force urged, and the spirit rune was thrown: "Monster, quickly manifest, otherwise you will die!"

Xingchen felt that what he was best at was flying this demon rune, only to see that the spirit rune flashed a white light and flew towards the monster.

The monster only smiled, and did not avoid it, but when the spirit rune approached it and moved forward, he measured out a sandalwood painting scroll in his hand, a blue light, and sucked the two spirit runes flying into the painting scroll.

Wake up and see that the spirit rune has no effect on it, you can raise the spirit snake sword to attack, the monster reacted quickly, and immediately used the sandalwood painting shaft in his hand to block, it turned out that his incense sandalwood painting shaft is both a magic weapon and a weapon.

The monster waved the sandalwood painting shaft hard, only to see the blue light on the painting shaft, scorching and dazzling, Xingchen attacked with a sword, and was bounced back alive, Xingchen was ejected three or four feet away, and fell to the ground, fortunately not injured.

"Since you can't fight it, you can only ask the demon seed for help!" When Xingchen went down the mountain, the Qingniu Daoist gave him a box of demon seeds of the Hercules Demon.

Xingchen took out the brocade box, took out the demon seed like cow hair inside, put it in front of his mouth and blew it, only to see a few stone-like monsters appear out of thin air.

This is a battle between youkai and youkai, and Xingchen plans to watch a good show on the side.

When the monster saw the monster conjured by this demon species, he was startled at first, and then laughed and said, "You thing made of stone, you think I'm still afraid of you!"

After that, I saw the monster holding the painting shaft flying up in the air, and struck each heavy stone monster head one by one with the painting scroll. The stone monsters immediately stopped moving.

When Xingchen looked back again, he found that the huge stone monster had all turned into powder, and this demon seed was too useless.

"How is it, little Taoist, are you scared?" The monster had already landed steadily, advancing step by step, and the scroll in its hand was preparing to attack Xingchen who was sitting on the ground.

Where will Xingchen sit and wait to die, I saw Xingchen fly out with a long body, and the spirit snake sword in his hand went straight to the monster's heart.

The monster thought that Xingchen had accepted his fate, but he didn't expect that he would come to this sword in a hurry.

The sword went straight through the monster's chest, and blood splattered on the ground along the sword. Awakening Dust is secretly happy, he thinks he has succeeded in killing the monster.

The monster pulled out the sword from his body with one hand, and he didn't know what evil demon method he used, and the big hole in his body was now slowly healing: "Hahaha, how can you stop the deity with this little carving insect skill?"

"It's time to fight back!" roared the monster with a hideous face.

I saw that as soon as the sandalwood painting scroll in the monster's hand unfolded, a golden light shot straight through it, enveloping the awakening dust into it. Only then did Xingchen realize that this monster wanted to draw a scroll to capture his soul.

Under the shroud of that golden light, Xingchen felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer able to control his consciousness. If he doesn't persevere, his soul will be sucked out of the scroll.

Just before the awakened spirit was about to be taken away, the youkai screamed in surprise and suddenly retracted the scroll.

At this time, an old monk with twelve ring scars on his head, holding a Ugin Zen staff and a black Buddha bead in one hand, flew from the other direction of the monster.

The cultivation of this old monk is so high that when he arrived, the monster didn't notice it, but when he attacked this move, he was seen by the monster.

"Where did the monster come from, bully mortals here, the monster escapes, accept your life!" The Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand were thrown and flew into the sky, and the Buddha beads became the size of an egg in the air, and a strange magic circle was thrown, trapping the monster holding the scroll in it.

The monster entered the circle, and his heart was very panicked, but his body was already fixed in the circle, and he couldn't break free. Slowly seemed to be melted by the white light of the magic circle, and the entire demon body was in its original form, and it turned out to be just a painting scroll.

The old monk made a move, and the string of Buddhist beads flew back into his hand, and the magic circle disappeared, only to see him walk forward quickly, pick up the scroll, and say to himself: "I've been looking for you for so long, and now I finally get you." ”

The old monk came over again, picked up Xingchen who was lying on the ground and said, "Little donor, that monster has taken your soul, and I will take it out and return it to you!"

As he spoke, he got up and shook the sandalwood painting scroll in his hand, only to see the painting scroll unfolded, and a beam of white light shone on Xingchen's body.

Xingchen pointed to the room, and the old monk realized that there was still a woman lying in the room. So he stepped forward and probed his nose, pressed his pulse and said, "Don't worry, she is still alive, but her soul was taken away by this painting scroll, wait for me to take out her soul!"

The old monk returned the soul in the painting shaft to Murong Shuang, but he didn't see her wake up. So he said to Xingchen: "You still take her to my temple to recuperate, her soul has been taken for too long, and there is a strange fragrance of plum blossoms in my temple that can revive her." ”

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the master, may I ask the master, which temple to practice?"

"In the lower calamus monk, I live in the northwest of the Great Compassion Temple, it's too late, donors go back there to rest!" the master put his hands together.