Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 142

The rain broke and the morning light shone.

A light milky white mist floats in the bamboo forest. Dawn passed through morning fog, bamboo shadows, and tulle, and shone into the room.

Meng Xueli shrunk into a ball and hid himself in the depths of the soft Jin Yu.

Ji Xiao was dressed neatly and patted the dugout: “Snow?”

“Mink Ball” trembles quietly, but does not say anything.

Ji Xiao said with concern: “Are you sick?”

Meng Xueli pulled off the horns, only showing a pair of bright eyes. His eyes are moist and agile, slightly reddish, like a crystal morning dew adorned with bamboo leaves and bathing in the morning glow.

Meng Xueli’s voice trembled: “I want to stay alone for a while.”

Ji Xiao thought for a while: “No, at this time you run the True Yuan, and Yu Xiuwei is of great benefit. After I push the palace over the blood for you, and clear the meridians, this double cultivation will be considered complete.”

He said that if he reached out, he would hold the little fellow out of the bed.

Meng Xueli’s face flushed red, and he lifted his lower abdomen in one hand. The residual feeling in the body was very clear. Last night, all kinds of intimacy rose to his heart, which made him panicked. Talking on the ground, instead, it seems that he is stubborn and is slacking off due to personal affair.

Meng Xueli said angrily: “If you really reason, you should not toss me to death last night!”

Ji Xiao admits his mistake and corrects his attitude: “It’s hard to stop myself, I’m sorry. I don’t have much experience here. We come to Japan and grow together.”

Meng Xueli was blindfolded, leaving Ji Xiao with an angry back.

Ji Xiao was startled. After a few months, those two questions entangled him again-are the buddies angry? Why are Tao Lu angry?

He covered from behind Meng Xueli, took the other person into the arms, and decided to put it another way: “Then I come into your knowledge of the sea, brush your hair, and clear the meridians for you, OK?”

Meng Xueli turned around: “Yes.”

Oh, just comb your hair. Ji Xiao smiled and pressed against the forehead of the companion, dividing a ray of consciousness.

Knowing the sea breeze slowly, the blue waves rippling, Ji Xiao sat on the coast reef, holding a wooden comb, and the small mink nestled and rubbed on his knee.

Combing to the cool place, the small white mink in the sea knows how to lightly push the hind paws, and Meng Xueli lies on the couch, like the spring bamboo shoots moistened by the spring rain, and the tender bamboo shoots full of rain all night, stretching his posture in full.

Meng Xueli travels during the day, observes the aura of Fengyue City, tempers his consciousness, and double-cultivates with the Taoist companions at night to improve his life, and his life is comfortable and fulfilling.

Ji Xiao is busier than him, and he has to guide other monsters in Zhuliguan to practice and check their cultivation progress. Among them, the one with the fastest progress is actually the most decadent and lazy mirage. Bi You and Ruan Hui were originally timid and cautious, but this time they walked with Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao and experienced the ups and downs of adventure. When Chichu and Feiyu demon teased Biyou and Xiaoluanni with no big demon demeanor, Biyou blushed and tried her best to argue, from stumbling to spitting against the stream, her mouth and kung fu progress was amazing.

Meng Xueli had to warn Chichu and Feiyu again and again: “Don’t bring my child labor to pieces. The dark guys have serious work.”

The happy time is always short and unconsciously, the day before the Wanxian Conference.

On this day, the red man with a group of demon came to the Zhuli Pavilion early to have morning tea with the “Kunshan King”. His words were warm: “Brother, has everything been going well in recent days?”

Meng Xueli: “Thanks to the landlord, it’s good.”

The director next to the Red House smiled and said: “Since you enter the city, the landlord arranges food, clothing and accommodation, and hosts a bird demon beauty pageant. However, the landlord is very attentive to your needs …”

The Red House Lord waved his hand and interrupted: “Don’t say this, I should have made a relationship with the Kunshan brothers. We said yes before, the night before the Wannian Conference, which is tonight, the two servants beside him will accompany me to go boating. Liuli Lake. Today I also brought a few beautiful demon. After the Wanxian Conference, I will accompany my brother to the Kunshan territory. Good brother, occasionally exchange, the demon is happy. “

He motioned a group of little demon behind him to move forward two steps, “Dude, look, these are all bird demon, is it to your taste?”

On the surface, he expressed his friendship, but in fact implied that King Kunshan kept his promise, not only to accompany Chichu and Feiyu tonight, but also in the name of “exchange”, so that the two demon would stay.

“It doesn’t need to be exchanged.” Meng Xueli glanced at the excited pet, looking helpless and sorry. Helpless is to the two demon, they are shouting:

“Quickly send us both!”

“This bustard is evil, and God doesn’t retaliate. Let’s retaliate him!”

Regret is the intolerance of the future destiny of the Red House Lord, who thought he would not give up his love. The main face of the Red Mansion was slightly dark, and he was about to get up, and the monsters around him became nervous.

Only King Kunshan said lightly: “These two little demon, can get the landlord’s fancy, it is their luck, in the future, follow the landlord.”

Chichu and Feiyu smiled and looked at the Red Lord with embarrassment.

The red man was overjoyed: “Even if the sun goes down, I will wait on Liuli Lake.” He turned to King Kunshan and said, “Thank you, brother! I won’t bother.”

After walking out of the bamboo forest, the chief executive of the Red House praised: “Sure enough, there is no beautiful demon that the landlord can’t get. They were so arrogant when they first came, they couldn’t escape the palm of the landlord.”

The Red Mansions are proud: “Be prepared for me.”

“what to prepare?”

The red man said with a sneer: “Appliances. The two monsters are used to being stubborn and tempered. I still need to adjust and rehabilitate them, and treat them to be obedient, so that I can forget the King of Kunshan and follow me in the future.”

“The landlord is wise.”

“Go, I’ll go to see the new snow.” The red building owner walked out of the bamboo forest and went to the back garden to find the witch demon-pure and innocent, the demon is like its name, like a new snow. Can King Lingshan not like it?

Seeing the arrival of the landlord, the band stopped and stood up. The celestial bird demon saluted with the other dancers, and the colorful silk dancing in their hands fell.

The red man walked towards the newly-wed wren, looking like caring: “How are you doing, can you play tomorrow night?”

Que Xian smiled intentionally: “I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Unsuccessful will become a benevolence. When will we enter the palace?”

He practiced dancing with the Bliss Bird Demon, but practiced assassination in private.

The red man said: “Tomorrow morning, there will be a chore in the palace to catch the dance team and band. You enter the palace, and do n’t show up in front of the demon, or you will be seen by other big demon. The dance ends at the dinner, the veil falls The sudden appearance will make King Lingshan shine. Before that time, I will stand up from the guest seat and say a few words for you, a matter of course … “

Que Xianming strongly resisted vomiting and laughed softly: “I know, just listen to my brother’s arrangement.”

The Red Mansion Lord even claimed that it was good, but felt that the spring wind was proud, and everything went well.

“Mr. Madoka ran away, and Bao Jing was lost. All things went wrong in this demon world, and the realm let us return quickly.” In the palace of the demon king, Chunshui sighed sadly. When the two women did not see Qiao Xianming, they received Hu Ruo’s summons and entered the palace to resign to the demon king.

Lingshan Duan sat on the high-level throne, frowning slightly. He didn’t care about the peacock named “Xiaoyuan”. He listened to the name as a pet that was raised on a whim. He ran away. He was more concerned about “Jinghong Jing”.

Qiu Guang: “The master also said that tomorrow night, you will definitely see Bao Jing!”

Lingshan’s expression softened slightly: “This king believes. The saint can speak to heaven.”

Chunshui said earnestly: “Tian Dao serves as a mirror, and what the real master said, never missed it.”

After boarding the flying implement, and away from the palace, Chunshui patted his heart gently: “As soon as he frowned, I was panicked, thinking that he couldn’t get the treasure mirror, so he was annoyed and wanted to detain us.”

Qiu Guang shook his head and said: “No. The demon world has not been completely unified. What is the benefit of him and the real master tearing his face?”

Chun Shui still couldn’t rest assured: “We’re gone, what should Madoka do? Listening to his former words, it seems that he has hatred against the demon king. In case of no revenge, he will be arrested …”

“The demon king is scheming. Even if he catches him, he will definitely use him as a bargaining chip to exchange greater benefits with the landlord. Instead, he is not in danger of life.”

Chun Shui nodded: “Well, we want to break our heads, and we can’t guess the mind of the realm master. I only hope for Madoka, the lucky monster has its own appearance.”

When Chichu and Feiyu came back happily, Meng Xueli was standing in front of the case, concentrating, raising his pen to hang his wrist, and sketching the spirit line of Fengyue City.

The breath was disturbed, and he simply put aside his pen: “Why don’t you go to the lake? The bustard is not upset?”

Chichu skipped over and said: “Go right away, and rush to get good news!”

Meng Xueli smiled: “Looking at the momentum of gloating and misfortune, is Lingshan encountering a bad luck?”

“Guess what!” Fei Yu gave him a thumbs-up. “Let’s talk about the foreword first. Lingshan will hold invitations this time, sending invitations widely, and even sending them out of the demon world, inviting two saints on earth …”

The new king of the demon clan is on the throne. The only two supreme saints in the world, the master of the Tianhu Realm and the guild, send envoys to send the artifacts of the demon clan, “Jinghong” and “Zhaoying” two mirrors, symbolizing the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two clan . The matter should have been very satisfactory, enough to make the demon clan proud and recorded in history.

“You speak well.” Chichu interrupted Feiyu. “Today, Lingshan summoned the messenger of the earth, the messenger of the landlord said, the Jinghong mirror was lost. Mingyue Lake was even more ruthless, and actually sent someone to send a fake photo. mirror’.”

Meng Xueli was a little surprised: “Looking at the mirror?”

“Hahaha! Fake!” Chichu lowered his voice, imitating Lingshan’s tone, “This king is not a generation without energy, Bao Jing is lost, as long as he tells the truth, this king will not blame. If you borrow the real mirror from me, you can Also, what is my intention to return my fake mirror? “

Feiyu said: “Speak to the emissaries of Mingyue Lake,” I will put him in prison, banquet tomorrow night, and kill him to sacrifice the flag! “

Meng Xueli: “How do you know?”

“It came out of the palace, and it was said on the streets of the city! There are two treasure mirrors, and there is no one. The human race is against it. This is not to pay attention to the demon clan. After the Wannian Conference, they will be in the Lingshan King. Under the leadership of, he crossed the “Xukong” and attacked the human world! “

Meng Xueli thought for a moment and shook his head: “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

Meng Xueli: “Gui Qing gave the mirror to Tai Heng, the purpose is to show the shadow of my soul, making it difficult for me to stand on the earth. If this mirror is Gui Qing, he can take it out early in the morning, preferably On the day of ‘Jixiao Real People’s Worship Ceremony’, he sent his disciples to Hanshan to ask questions, without having to wait until the late stage of the secret realm to change the way. So the mirror is not his, but it was given to him by someone or another demon. Send him. In this matter, Guiqing has the same purpose as Lingshan, but I am missing, and their goal has not been completed. How can Baojing be returned? Of course still in the world, still in the hands of Taiheng. When I appear in the world, Send me trouble immediately! “

Chichu put away the joke: “You mean, Lingshan knows that it is a fake mirror, but in the face of the monsters, deliberately made a play? Intentionally the day before the Wanxian Conference, let things spread through Fengyue City and spread across the demon world? He In order to send troops to attack the human world, is there any agreement with the saints on earth? “

Meng Xueli pondered: “It’s very possible.”

Fei Yu looked blank: “Hey, you guys who are demon kings, always have more ideas than other demon.”

Chichu touched his head: “He’s head is relatively small, don’t blame you.”

Meng Xueli suddenly asked: “What is the name of the messenger of Mingyue Lake?”

“I don’t know. It is said that he was a sword repair boy, and he was imprisoned in the dungeon.”

“It’s okay.” Meng Xueli smiled. “Go to the lake. I’ll go find my mate.”

Ji Xiao meditated on the bamboo terrace. Meng Xueli talked about the incident and his own analysis to see that the sentiment of the buddies had not changed much, his expression was still faint, and his mood could not help but settle down a lot.

“Is it Jing Di? He is Brother Mingyuehu.” Meng Xueli asked, “His master is the head of Mingyuehu, don’t he come to save him?”

In the mysterious realm of Hanhai, he met with a group of young monks and taught them personally. Looking at them is like looking at the juniors. Although he had been angry with Jing Di, the children could not bear to death, and the elders could not die.

Ji Xiao said: “It may not be him. Tomorrow the demon gathered, the scene is chaotic, I will find out when I go to find it.”

Meng Xueli: “Okay. See you tomorrow morning to act.”

The regular aura line of Fengyue City, the people coming to the demon world, and the sudden appearance of the demon artifact, these things are connected in his mind, and they are woven into a large network that slowly tightens … For hundreds of years, he was vaguely uneasy and wondered whether the world had changed. Xiaoyu, Changchun Peak, Hanshan People, Qianzhang, and Hanmen City are now in trouble.

…

Late at night, Yu Qishu walked in Hanmen City.

The shop was closed, the house was turned off, and there was silence. On the slate trail, the sound of the foot fell, and the moonlight was as white as frost.

Ever since Hanshan closed the mountain, Yu Qishu wanted to see the treasurer of Qian. He could only arrive at Hanmen City through the teleportation array. Every time he visited late at night, he was silent.

He paid the stone in one hand and the peach blossom branch in the other. After the transaction was completed, he lent the money rat to the money dispenser, who would invite him to eat iced watermelon. After eating the watermelon, he should go, then go back to Changchun Peak to practice sword training, raise rats and fish, and teach Xiaohuai to enter the Tao.

Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, Yu Qi sparsely raised his head, but saw a cloud over his head.

The clouds glowed with a faint red light, lower than the clouds in the sky and higher than the branches on the roof, completely blocking the moonlight shining on him, covering him in a heavy shadow. Yu Qishu was shocked in his heart and clenched his soft sword by the waist.

Hongyun does not move with the wind, only with him. He walks fast, the clouds fly away; he walks slowly, the clouds are slow.

There is no real fluctuation in the surrounding space, and the monk driving the cloud has returned to the original, and the spellcasting conforms to the realm of nature.

It is useless to hold any sword. When Yu Qishu realized this, he let go of his hand instead, let his hand stand still, and raised his head to calmly asked:

“Which senior is driving Hanshan?”

The summer breeze cleared the wind, and there was a light, loose voice coming from the cloud:

“Boy, this is Hanmen City. If it is not in front of a mountain, and it will not face water in the back, how could it become the boundary of Hanshan?”

The speech fell, and the clouds were slightly scattered in the air, and I saw a red figure sitting on the cloud.

Yu Qi Shu Ning looked closely, and finally saw the face of the man, and he immediately felt relieved: “Senior, it’s you!” He laughed, “Are you better sick?”