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Looking at the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, You Ji trembled slightly in her heart.
Since that incident, she has been afraid of seeing Shui Mengchen and Baguio, but whenever she comes to this small courtyard, she can't control her emotions at all.
Taking a deep breath, the beautiful face under the gauze barely regained its previous calmness, but it could not stop the stiffness of the movements at all. Jin Ping'er on the side couldn't help but feel a little funny. The Suzaku Holy Envoy of the Ghost King Sect has been famous for more than 120 years. I have never seen big winds and waves, but I always feel as nervous as a little girl every time I come here.
Shui Mengchen's personal "maid" sighed slightly in her heart, and a narrow smile appeared on her pretty and seductive face.
"Ms. Youji, please go to the side hall to rest first. My young master will not be back for a while!"
After hearing this, You Ji¡¯s little fisted hand finally loosened up a little, leaving Jin Ping¡¯er speechless for a while. Anyway, the result was the same every time, the bad guy master took all the advantages, so what if it was earlier or later?¡ª¡ª
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"Lao Liu, what was the price of the painting you sold last time?"
In another small house in Heyang City, Shui Mengchen, who was sitting on a chair, was chatting with a man.
The man¡¯s hair was as white as snow, and although his appearance was inferior to Shui Mengchen¡¯s, he was still extremely handsome, and his speech and behavior actually contained a hint of foxiness.
"Brother Chen, if you produce a calligraphy and painting every three months, you throw it on the market and get snapped up and sold for a sky-high price. If you produce one painting every month, wouldn't we become the richest people in Heyang?" The man smiled softly, A hint of teasing.
"One painting a month? Are you going to exhaust me to death?" Shui Mengchen's tone was lazy and he yawned. At this time, a woman pushed the door in and placed two cups of fragrant tea between the two of them. On the coffee table in the room.
"Xiaochen, Sixth Brother, what are you talking about?"
The woman smiled slightly, with a charming look, as if she was born in heaven. She was actually the three-tailed demon fox that was run away by Shui Mengchen in the black stone cave in Liupo Mountain.
With the three tails here, the identity of the white-haired man is naturally revealed.
The six-tailed demon fox!
It is said that when Shui Mengchen moved to Heyang City and wandered around, he discovered that the two poor foxes he had rescued in the past were also living in seclusion here. He and the six-tailed demon fox had similar interests, so they became neighbors for many years. , even my own landscape paintings and calligraphy were sold by these two monsters.
Shui Mengchen chuckled and said: "It's okay, I just want to talk about how my income has been recently." He suddenly said: "Say, Lao Liu, you have been recovering for three or four years, and you still haven't worked hard?"
"What are you trying for?" Vulpix was slightly surprised.
Shui Mengchen curled his lips and said, "When will we raise a litter of little foxes? My Yao'er likes these soft and furry things the most."
As soon as he said these words, the three-tailed demon fox immediately blushed with embarrassment. Even the six-tailed fox looked a little embarrassed, but he heard him say: "Let's wait another two years. If the little girl can't wait, you can kill us both." Just take it."
"Okay!" Shui Mengchen clapped his hands and said, "Come back with me later?"
After hearing this, black lines appeared on the heads of the two foxes.
Liu Wei was about to speak, but he saw that the smile on Shui Mengchen's face had disappeared and became much more solemn. He stopped talking and suddenly heard him say: "Lao Liu, I want to go far away. Yao'er is taken care of by his aunt, but I¡¯m still worried, so please keep an eye on me secretly!¡±
Vulpix said: "I didn't expect that this is what you came here for. Don't worry, we are here."
Shui Mengchen bowed slightly and said, "Then I'll bother you two."
Vulpix curled his lips and said, "My brother, you are still talking about this. Brother Chen is too out of touch."
Shui Mengchen felt warm in his heart, nodded, and smiled again when he raised his head, but heard him say: "This matter has been explained, let's study the matter of making the little fox"¡ª¡ª
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Waiting in this small wing.After half an hour, Youji's heart slowly calmed down, and at some point, the gauze on her face had been taken off. At this moment, she was looking at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, slightly in a daze.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two points of leisurely sorrow.
The purple hostas in the painting are blooming in the wind, just like her face, which is extremely beautiful.
A confused look flashed across her face, and she gently stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the flowers in the painting.
But that hand stopped in mid-air, You Ji's body shook slightly, but a pair of arms tightly hugged her soft waist from behind.
The man's breath was filled with the pleasant smell of man. The man in his ear blew gently: "Aunt You, you must have been waiting for a long time."
"Nono." You Ji's body became tense again. She didn't want to speak at first, but for some reason, she answered without knowing it.
"Aunt You, why haven't you come here all this time? Even if you don't come to see me, you still want to see Yao'er." Behind him, Shui Mengchen's tone was slightly angry, his hands were very dishonest, and his long fingers kept touching Climb up until you gently hold the giant breast on Youji's chest.
"Don't!" You Ji turned her head and her voice became a bit pleading, but she was blocked in her mouth halfway through her words. Shui Mengchen's thin lips had already covered her cheek, and she moved forward. Go until you gently suck the two petals in your mouth.
"Ugh" Being carelessly frivolous, Youji couldn't help but make a strange sound, but she began to sigh secretly in her heart. The relationship between the two has always been ambiguous. Ever since the accident six years ago, she was broken by this man who was much younger than her. After the death of Tong Tong, he became more and more unable to withstand his teasing. Even after he gave him the artifact "Li Ren Xiao" to show his feelings, he didn't show any restraint.
"And I, like a drug addict, already knew what would happen, but I still couldn't help but frequent this place. In name, I wanted to visit Baguio, but in fact, I just wanted to meet him.
After a long time, the lips parted, You Ji's eyes were intoxicated, she was panting, Shui Mengchen's nimble fingers had already penetrated into her clothes, and the cool touch spread from the sensitive parts of her body.
The man continued to whisper in her ear: "My dear aunt, if you don't come for so long next time, I will go to Huqi Mountain to rob someone!"
Aunt You¡Aunt You¡! These two words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Youji's head, causing her to tremble violently, and her body began to resist involuntarily.
"I am Yao'er's elder. Since you have ruined my body, why do you still call me Aunt You? Isn't it enough to possess me? You also have to humiliate me and you for incest all the time?"
The woman¡¯s tone of voice was plaintive and her eyes were red.
Shui Mengchen said: "You are wrong. I call you Aunt You because I called you that when we met. No matter now or in the future, you are a unique existence in my heart, so why should I be humiliated?" Do you mean it? Besides, it¡¯s not like Yao¡¯er doesn¡¯t know about this!¡±
After hearing this, Youji's eyes were already relaxed, but her body was still resisting.
"Youstop talking and let me go."
Instead of letting go, Shui Mengchen hugged the woman in his arms tighter. The man's heat pressed against Youji's plump buttocks, making his mind wander.
After a long while, he suddenly lowered his head and said: "Aunt You, help me give birth to a child."
As soon as these words came out, You Ji immediately stopped struggling, her eyes were slightly closed, and two tears flowed down her pink snow cheeks.
"Bad guy, I'm going to be bullied to death by you!" She murmured, turned around, and took the initiative to kiss the man's lips again.
Shui Mengchen was very happy. She knew the character of the woman in front of her very well and knew that as soon as she said this, she would surrender immediately.
At that moment, he didn't hesitate anymore and picked up the beauty in his arms. Then he listened to the tiny sounds in the room, and the unbearable moans came from it, and for a while, the whole room was filled with joy¡ª¡ª
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Three days later.
China is a vast land, of which the Central Plains is naturally the richest. Outside the Central Plains, in the north is the bitter cold ice plain of the extreme north covered with ice and snow, which is inaccessible; in the east is the vast sea; as for the south, outside the Central Plains, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains, rising up the border, endless, where there are barren mountains and bad water, There are countless poisons in the miasma, and legend has it that there are even weird and strange wild barbarians who drink blood like hair and are extremely ferocious.
And to the west of the vast land of China, there are two dangerous places. To the northwest is the endless stretch of desolate Gobi, which the world calls "the barbaric land."There has been no rain for hundreds of years, and the climate is extremely dry. There are occasional oases, but most of them are occupied by ferocious beasts. Naturally, ordinary people will die as soon as they enter. According to rumors, there is a grand temple deep in the wilderness, which is the birthplace of the Demonic Cult.
As for the southwest, it is the huge death swamp that the world talks about. The climate here is completely opposite to that of the wild lands in the northwest. It rains seven or eight out of ten days a year, and all kinds of exotic plants grow luxuriantly. This cold and damp place has always been the home of the world's most poisonous beasts and poisonous insects, and the highly toxic swamp gas unique to this place rises from the rotten soil in the swamp every rainy day. If inhaled, without a suitable antidote, the poison will attack the heart and kill you within half a moment. In addition, animal bodies, trees and flowers that have been soaked and rotten by rain for thousands of years have turned this place into a dangerous place. If you take a wrong step, you will be sucked into the bottomless swamp and never see the light of day. , died miserably.
In such a dangerous place, naturally no one would come here on weekdays. But not long ago, there were sudden rumors in the world that in the Western Death Swamp, a huge golden beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, day and night, and even in the middle of the night, the sky was illuminated as bright as day. . Three days later, the golden light gradually dissipated. From then on, there seemed to be always a huge roar in the Death Swamp, faintly heard, making those living on the edge of the Death Swamp terrified.
Once the news spread, it immediately caused a sensation all over the world. From the perspective of a cultivator, spiritual objects and artifacts have always had their own spirituality. This huge golden light is naturally a precursor to the birth of rare treasures, summoning those who are destined to go there. Judging from this golden beam of light, the magic of this rare treasure is really extraordinary. For a moment, the world was shaken, and masters of good and evil gathered one after another.
But underneath the chaos on the surface, there is an unknown undercurrent flowing turbulently.
There is still half a day's journey from the Death Swamp to the east, and there is a desolate and decayed small village called "Dawang Village". It was named because the villagers in the village believe in a mysterious god called "Dawang". It's just that this god has never been very effective. He neither blesses the villagers here to get promoted or make money, nor does it bless them to have a good harvest and have enough food and clothing.
In fact, if you think about it, living on the edge of such a death swamp, from time to time, a monster will suddenly appear from nowhere, or a poisonous insect will escape and kill livestock. It is not a big deal. The number of people who die here every year is also Not a few. Nowadays, people with some ability have already left this ghost place and gone to the Central Plains. Most of the people who stay here are also lifeless people.
But just in the past few days, Dawang Murakami suddenly became lively, and all the people coming and going were masters of cultivation. Although Dawang Village is not the only entrance to the Death Swamp, it is the closest inhabited place to the Death Swamp. Before entering the Death Swamp, most people will come here to buy some dry food and water. After a few days, the villagers here in Dawang Village actually I made a little fortune and became a little more angry.
At the same time, because this is the closest place to the Death Swamp, the villagers here were the first to notice the golden light pillars and strange whistling sounds in the Death Swamp, and they spread from there. Therefore, there are also many people Come here for news.
It¡¯s just that when there are more people, good and evil naturally exist. Over the past few days, I don¡¯t know how many fights have occurred in this small place of Dawang Village. Some unlucky guys have died here inexplicably before they entered the Death Swamp. Yes, it¡¯s really unfair.
Suddenly I heard a shouting sound coming from the street in front of me, and someone said loudly: "You can predict the future fifty years ago, and you can predict the fortune of three hundred years. You can tell the fortune with an iron mouth, and judge the yin and yang with a pen. If you want to know the future, let's take a look at the previous picture. !¡±
I saw an old wooden table on the side of the street, with a bamboo pole stuck next to it and a piece of canvas hanging on it with the words "immortal guides the way" written on it. On the side of the bamboo pole, an extraordinary old man shouted loudly. The voice just now was made by him. Next to him, there was a sleepy girl with a pretty and sweet appearance. She was lying on the edge of the table with a look on her face. Helpless expression.
Needless to say, these two people are Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan. Zhou Yixian took Xiaohuan to wander around the world. He was not very talented, but he liked to go to lively places. He heard rumors about the Death Swamp some time ago, and immediately ignored Xiaohuan's objections and pulled her to the Dawang Village.
In the words of Zhou Yixian, at this moment, he ran out of money and became a hero. He had no choice but to read fortune tellers in the street. However, he shouted in his mouth, but his expression gradually changed: " Dear guests, I have received the true biography of my ancestor. , can restrain the poisons in the world. In the dead swamp, the methane gas is extremely poisonous. As long as you wear the sachet I sell, you will be invulnerable to all poisons and indestructible"
Xiaohuan sighed softly next to him. After sitting here for a few hours, his grandfather shouted enthusiastically, but in fact he didn't sell a single sachet. Local people believe it but cannot afford it (?(Yixian offered a high price with a black heart), but the outsiders are all people on the path of cultivation, and they are all well-informed, and the word "liar" is written on them when they look at them. Fortunately, all the righteous heroes are busy seizing treasures and don't care about this fortune teller. Otherwise, if any of the ordinary disciples' blood suddenly boils and wants to eliminate harm for the people, I'm afraid they won't be able to eat and walk away.
Seeing Zhou Yixian still shouting energetically, Xiaohuan was a little impatient. He stood up and was about to call his grandfather. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, but there was a person standing in front of the wooden table. It was a young man. The man was wearing light blue clothes and had handsome features, but his face looked a little pale for some reason.
"Miss, I want to read fortune tellers." The young man said calmly with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Huan frowned and looked at him. At this time, Yi Xian also noticed what was going on here. He quickly came back with a smile on his face and said: "Sir, what do you want to see, wealth or marriage?" How do you look at it, face reading, palm reading or calligraphy?¡±
The young man pondered for a moment and said, "I also want to enter this swamp of death. Please help me see what my luck is like!"
Zhou Yixian chuckled and said: "No problem, no problem. Come on, sir, please take a seat. Well, first of all, we are the true descendants of the ancestors, and our physiognomy is unparalleled, so it costs ten taels of silver for one look"
The young man was startled and said, "Is it so expensive?"
Zhou Xian smiled but did not answer.
The young man immediately turned his eyes, looked at Xiaohuan again, and said with a smile: "Okay! Ten taels is ten taels. Let's do it! You can help me test the word first."
Xiaohuan glanced at him, took a piece of white paper from the side, handed over the thin pen, and said: "My guest, please write a word first"
Unexpectedly, the young man took the pen and said with a smile: "No, I will just write down my name. You can help me test it. What is the luck of my name?"
As he spoke, he wrote three words on the white paper and handed it to Xiaohuan.
Xiaohuan was startled for a moment, took it, looked at the white paper, and heard the young man smiling slightly: "My name is Qin Wuyan!"
Xiaohuan frowned slightly, but her eyes gradually brightened. She looked carefully at the white paper in her hand. The three words "Qin Wuyan" on it were written neatly. The strokes were straight and round, and the corners were restrained and smooth. It was quite beautiful. One-hand writing.
Xiao Huan blinked his eyes, smiled suddenly, and said: "My guest, you have 'Yan' in your name, which is originally the power of two fires to the Yang, but with the word 'Wu' in the middle to suppress it, and the twists and turns, it is feminine; Also, the word 'Qin' refers to the west, so I hope you can go to the cold and cold land in the west and make great profits!"
She put the white paper gently on the table, looked at Qin Wuyan and said: "The Dead Lake in the west is a dank place. If you go there this time, your luck will be good."
A smile appeared on Qin Wuyan's face, and his young but pale face seemed to have a bit of blood. He nodded and said, "Thank you, miss. These are ten taels of silver. Please keep them." He took out ten taels from his arms. Patterned silver, placed on the table.
Xiao Huan looked at it but did not make a move. However, Zhou Yixian next to him reached over, took the silver into his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you, sir."
But Qin Wuyan smiled, but had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out another ten taels of silver from his arms and put it on the table. Zhou Xian was startled and said, "Sir, what are you doing"
Qin Wuyan said calmly: "I have a friend who is also going to the death lake. Please give me a test for him, please."
Xiaohuan was startled. Qin Wuyan had already taken the pen and paper, wrote two words on it, handed it to Xiaohuan, and said with a smile: "Her name is Jin Ping'er!"
Xiaohuan's eyes narrowed and she suddenly raised her head to look at the young man.
The originally bustling streets and the surrounding sounds suddenly became quiet.
Some people quietly retreated, while others quietly approached. On the roof of the street corner, there were vague figures. Although it was daytime here, it suddenly became a bit cold.
The people present naturally felt this inexplicable change. Zhou Yixian frowned slightly and looked around. Before he could say anything, Xiaohuan had already pushed the white paper over and said lightly: "I'm sorry, Sir, I'm trying to test the words." One must write it in person before it can be calculated."
Qin Wuyan was not angry, he just smiled and said, "Really?"
Judging from his appearance, he had no intention of leaving and was still standing in front of the table. Xiaohuan's expression changed. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and wrote a word on the paper.
A dream word.
But I heard an elegant and pleasant male voice say: "Don't worry about him, how about helping me read this word?"
The dream calligraphy seems ordinary, but when you look at it again, it seems to be alive. The rich ink is like mist and mist, shaking slightly, making the viewer feel as if they are in a dream.
Xiaohuan raised her head, and what she saw in front of her eyes was a man in white wearing a white gauze hat, followed by a pretty woman in goose-yellow clothes. She was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and hugged the man's arm. , said happily: "Brother, Sister Ping'er, why are you here!"
The Dai Li man gently touched Xiaohuan's hair, then turned around.
"Poisonous Young Master?" His voice was casual, as if he had just woken up. As he lowered his eyes, an invisible pressure spread from the air.
But Qin Wuyan was already sweating on his forehead. He nodded and said hoarsely: "I thought you would only let her come this time, but I didn't expect that she would actually come here in person!"
The man said: "When you are entrusted by others, you naturally have to do it yourself."
Qin Wuyan was not talking. He hid his hands in his sleeves, clenched his fists tightly, and even pressed the key until it turned blue and white. Facing the invisible pressure of the man in front of him, he could hardly restrain the fear in his heart and wanted to rush forward.
"I think it's not easy for you to cultivate. The grudge between me and the poison god old man shouldn't involve his descendants. Let's go!" The Dai Li man suddenly said softly.
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