Chapter 51

Looking at the backs of Yuan Xianger and others walking away, Haohan squatted on the statue of the White Tiger, with an unfading golden light still igniting in his eyes.

"It's quite amazing. The statue of the Lord Ling Guang was destroyed by him."

His eyes narrowed, "It's a pity that I didn't fight. It's not easy to find a Tianlang to fight."

"You won't have any glory even if you win."

Washishu, who was standing aside, replied lightly.

Haohan turned his head to look at him, looked him back and forth for a long time, "Why do I think you are a little different to this little girl."

Haohan withdrew his tail and claws and turned back into human form. "As long as there are human things, you never ignored them and would never say a word.

I heard it just now, you are reminding her, reminding her to come out and stop her apostle before her master gets angry, right?"

Dorusuo ignored him. He stood on the high steps facing the wind, his eyes seemingly falling on the rows of roofs at the foot of the mountain.

"Do you think that little girl from the human race is a bit special?

There are actually humans who don’t want to take advantage of it.

She dared to contradict the national teacher for this.

I was also shocked by her words.

Hell, humans of this age are still simple. When she grows a few years later, she will change and will soon be similar to those of the Dongxuan Sect."

Haohan didn't need Du Shuo to respond. He seemed to be used to talking to himself, "I seemed to hear the sound of the pipa again.

It sounds so good, it can be transmitted from such a distance."

"Look for an opportunity to persuade me," his golden pupils fell to the foot of the mountain along Wakashu's gaze. "That little fox is always so close, it's too dangerous.

If the master discovers, she will be done."

A slight sound of iron chains colliding in the air.

Du Shuo closed his eyes and said a little, "If I can persuade him..."

Yuan Xianger and Nanhe walked side by side, walking on the way back.

When Yuan Xianger remembered the scene just now, she was still scared.

"You are a little too impulsive. That place is the main hall of the Dongxuan Sect, and any one who comes out is a big shot.

Wuyuan, can you feel that my situation is safe?”

Between the apostle and the master, each other can sense whether the other person's situation is dangerous.

"I... I advised Brother Nan not to be impulsive, and I said I felt that you were not in danger.

He doesn't listen to me."

Wu Yuan whispered in Yuan Xiang'er's ear. While he said this, he glanced at Nanhe several times with guilt, hoping that Nanhe would not expose him.

It was impossible for him to admit that since he couldn't contact Yuan Xiang'er, he suddenly became panicked.

Just now, he was more excited than anyone else and kept jumping up and down and shouting, "Come on, Brother Nan, smash him, let's rush in and save A Xiang."

"Fortunately, it was just a stone sculpture that was damaged, and people didn't say anything.

If the roof is smashed, I guess we will have to grab us and pay a lot of money, haha.”

Yuan Xianger joked, deliberately downplaying the horror results that could happen if smashed the Xianle Palace.

Nanhe rode beside her, without saying a word, expressionless.

It seemed that he was not the person who had just hugged Yuan Xianger with all his strength and was shaking slightly.

Yuan Xianger realized that he was not very happy and was still afraid.

After two steps of riding a horse, Yuan Xianger poked her head to coax Nanhe, "Create a contract, make a contract, and we will make a contract when we go back.

You will know at any time in the future whether I am safe or not.”

Nanhe grabbed his legs and ran away, leaving them far behind.

Even so, Yuan Xiang'er saw a smile on the corner of his mouth in time.

Yuan Xianger looked at the back running far away in front. His waistline was tight, his legs were long, and his horse-riding movements seemed particularly interesting.

She couldn't help but recall the feeling of being hugged by that person just now.

There was a warmth on my chest that filled up and overflowed, just like osmanthus candies boiled in a pot, thick syrup over the floor, and the air was filled with sweet fragrance.

It feels so good to know that you are loved and cared for.

Always soaked in such warmth and happiness.

Even the sharp heart of the previous life became soft without realizing it.

My mother, who had always been resentful, can finally see the tenderness she showed from different angles.

Yuan Xiang'er thanked God for giving herself a chance to live again, allowing herself to meet so many lovely souls and be loved by them.

She also deeply likes them and the world.

In Changle Palace, the national teacher standing at the top of the world, facing the mural in front of him with his hands on his back.

The bedroom was empty, and the disciples did not dare to enter without summoning him. The apostle hidden in the dark was afraid and resentful to him and would never appear on his own initiative.

The magic circle drawn with tea on the table table has dissipated with the drying of water and no longer appeared in his mind.

In his eyes, it should be said that in the sight he perceived was the mural in front of him.

The characters and demons formed by strands of spiritual energy appeared clearly in his mind, without the constraints of the walls, and the lines were beating and changing, as if they were living in another world in time and space.

In one corner of the scroll, a huge nine-tailed demon fox roared at the sky, and nine long tails were like snakes hanging in the sky, slapped the mages who invaded the territory and challenged him one by one on the cliff into flesh mud.

A young Taoist priest fell in a corner, and the ink lines outlined his panicked facial expression. His face was full of snot and tears, and he watched the demon swallow his most respected master and his beloved senior brother one by one.

The sharp teeth and the red flowing from the fishy mouth made him frightened and frightened, and engraved in his heart an immortal hatred.

The villain painted with a single line stumbled down the cliff and escaped by luck from the feet of the fox demon.

He described himself as a embarrassed person, full of grief and anger, kneeled in the mountains and forests and sweared to prove the truth through killing in this life and kill all the demons in the world.

Losing his master and companion, the lonely Taoist priest walked alone in the scroll, not knowing how many times he fell or injured him, until he fell tiredly under a pear tree.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Another villain painted with spiritual ink was sitting on the pear tree. The villain threw a yellow autumn pear in his hand, "Are you hungry? Give it this pear to you?"

"Don't be sad. It's autumn and the harvest season. The food is delicious. You should be happy."

“Can you stand up?

I'll take you to my house, my wife cooks very deliciously."

The harvest season has harvested the only friendship for the rest of my life.

The two villains became best friends.

Every once in a while, the little Taoist priest in the scroll would always return to the hut near the pear tree, and his friends would wait there to boil two pots of wine, accompany him to drink and have a long chat all night.

Only at this time can the murderous Taoist priest briefly put down the big stone in his heart and forget the fatigue caused by the killing.

The picture of spiritual energy is getting faster and faster. The little Taoist priest angered a powerful demon king. The villain with ink lines fled all the way between the top of the mountain and went into exile in the river. Finally, he could not avoid it and fell under the sharp claws of the demon.

At this moment, his friends appeared in front of him, and the lines that formed the body turned into a big fish, drove away the demons and saved his life.

"You turned out to be a demon."

The little Taoist priest stood up and pointed his sword tip towards his only friend, trembling so much that his hands could hardly hold the hilt.

He couldn't believe that his eyes, his best friend was the demon he hated.

"Well, I'm a demon, but I'm also your friend.

Can't people and demons become friends?"

The man smiled at him and stretched out his hand to him.

And he dropped the hilt of the sword and fled in panic.

Miaodao in front of the mural reached out and pressed the green satin in front of him.

His always steady fingers could not stop trembling.

“No, no forgiveness, no friends.

My world only has killing.

Killing is my only way.”

The sun set at the top of the mountain at some point. Without his summons, no one even dared to come in to hold the lights, and the world inside the house was dim.

...

But Yuan Xianger and her group left Kyoto City, crossed the Yellow River, and headed north.

Because they were worried about recurring trouble, after leaving Xianle Palace, they walked very quickly and missed Guantou, so they had to stay in a manor along the way.
To be continued...