A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 100 The cute version
Floating into the main hall, Fang Xian was already familiar with the road, and walked along the corridor to the hall easily.

I saw Baiyue sitting on the throne of the Witch King, but the Witch King was rubbing his shoulders behind him. Compared with 16 years ago, the strange color and tattoos on Baiyue's body became more intense, and the bulging blood vessels were already dark purple. A pair of eyes is even more cloudy than the colorful Rexiang, this villain is already obvious to a certain extent, the black Miao boys will believe him only when their IQ has reached a certain level.

Baiyue is very powerful, he has already felt this strange breath, stood up abruptly, and squinted at Fang Xian.

"Where is the evildoer!" Seeing the sorcerer's face, the Witch King suddenly stopped Baiyue with a "shua".

"Fuck, it's too fake." Fang Xian shook his head, "My father-in-law is very cute, your disguise is too rough."

"How dare you insult me, the Lord of the Miao Territory, you bold demon!" Baiyue jumped to the side, looking upright, "Your Majesty, I'm sending someone to go, please wait a moment."

It seems that worshiping the moon is not stupid, and can also feel the coercion of the fairy sword plane.

The Witch King frowned fiercely, and waved his arms: "Aiqing can go, but this monster can't do anything to me!"

"I still like the cute version..." The corners of Fang Xian's mouth twitched slightly, it didn't matter what they were talking about.

The immortal sword gushed out and passed by without a sound. Worshiping the Moon and the fake Witch King had been reduced to mummies. The legendary boss was killed for the second time.

Just listen to the reverberation in the hall——

"A cute version..."

"That's the version..."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..."

"Father-in-law, is this your last response... Do you want to be cute even after death?" Fang Xian sighed silently, as if he saw the naturally stupid Harmony Witch King again, "The cuteness you show will always be in my heart."

"My heart..."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..."

The demon soul pretending to be the Witch King was harvested, and his body was reduced to a poisonous demon tree, which withered and died.Fang Xian went over to worship the moon again, and after confirming that he was dead, he turned around and walked towards the private pond where he was worshiping the moon.

The sealed water monster is here.After Fang Xian's mother-in-law sealed it back then, Baiyue carefully fished it out again and hid it in the pond of the Heimiao Conference Hall.

I have to make complaints about it - I'm so forced to hide, are people blind when they come and go.

In the past 16 years, things have changed, and only this water monster has been sealed, like a pile of dusty fossil statues, no different from 16 years ago.

Fang Xian flicked out the fairy sword: "Thanks for your hard work."

Afterwards, the fairy sword's incorporeal body gradually grew larger, becoming as big as the water monster, breaking through the Heimiao hall, and holding the air out of thin air, it actually lifted the huge body of the water monster out of the water in a daze.

Even worshiping the moon can transfer this monster, let alone a fairy sword.

"Let's go..." Fang Xian also rose into the air with the sword energy, "Go to Shushan."

At this time, the most confused people should be the Hei Miao people. Their main hall seems to have collapsed, their boss seems to have died, and then another immortal with a big face left with something on his back.

The reborn fat middle-aged man raised his knife and shouted: "It must be the witchcraft of the Baimiao people! Everyone go to Dali to avenge the witch king and the leader!!"

Sportswear, snow hats, etc. all raised their knives to echo.

There is no way, there must always be such a character in the story, Fang Xian accidentally triggered the general attack of the Hemiao people in advance.

On the other side of Mount Shu, all the disciples who went down the mountain to play have returned and continue their daily life of cultivation. Although everyone is not convinced by the so-called "acting head", but fortunately this "acting head" is an honest person. I don't step on people, I just want to be safe and sound.In addition, during this period of time, the acting head began to develop the tourism resources of Mount Shu. Everyone can go down the mountain to pull girls up the mountain to play, make money and pick up girls, and pretend to be arrogant. It not only strengthens the influence of Mount Shu, but also satisfies the hormones of these teenagers Desire, so Shushan is still stable.

In the main hall, the core part of today's one-day tour of Shushan Mountain - meditating and practicing Taoism.

The 36 core disciples of Shushan were sitting and meditating in the main hall. A group of tourists gathered around the entrance of the hall, sighing and lamenting. The tall acting leader was explaining next to them.

"We Shushan disciples spend half of our time meditating every day to improve our spiritual realm and strive to obtain immortality as soon as possible."

Next to him is an old man with a white beard who paid double the tour fee. VIP customers naturally have preferential treatment. The old man has heard for a long time that there is a sword master sitting in Shushan, why can't he not see him?"

The tall disciple was full of piety: "The No. 20 sixth head Dugu Sword Master has stepped through the void and soared away..."

"Oh..." The crowd sighed again.

The old man asked again: "Then the current master is Jiu Jianxian?"

The tall disciple looked calm: "Uncle Situ has let go of his worries and is wandering around. The current head of the 27th generation is Zhang Si."

"Zhang Si?!" The crowd exclaimed again.

The old man stroked his beard: "This old man has always been very interested in cultivating Taoism. He has traveled to various famous mountains and Taoist temples, but he has never heard of an expert named 'Zhang Si'?"

The acting head is profound again this time: "The choice of the head depends on the opportunity and the temperament. Although the fourth head Zhang is still young, there must be a reason why he was appreciated by the previous head and the fairy sword. see through."

The crowd nodded and said yes, they have always been easily fooled by mystifying things.

Everyone was about to ask about the clues of cultivating the Tao again, but suddenly they heard the noise of the wind blowing outside, the crowd likes to watch the excitement, and Qingxiu got tired of watching it, so they all rushed out.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a huge imaginary sword flew out of nowhere, and a young man floated towards him with his hand behind his back. Under the sword of this person, there was a huge stone statue.This stone statue has a bloated body with eight necks and eight heads, and its expression is full of ghosts, making people fearful and disgusting at the same time.

The tall disciple said in surprise: "This is the return of the master."

The old man looked at this scene in astonishment and asked: "The master brought... Could it be the legendary ancient monster... I have read all the ancient and modern books, such a monster can only be it..."

This time it was the tall disciple's turn to ask: "Which one is the old gentleman talking about?"

The old man rubbed his eyes, a little in disbelief at this scene: "Unexpectedly, the old man just went up the mountain casually and saw one of the top ten monsters in ancient times—the water monster! It is said that it appeared in Miaojiang 16 years ago. Sealed by the descendants of Nuwa... The head of Shushan is really powerful! Even if he can subdue this monster, I will kneel down!!"

Listening to the old man’s narration, the masses also exclaimed. As ordinary people who came to travel, seeing such a legendary thing has the feeling of winning a lottery. At this time, looking at the literary youth floating in the sky, I am already full of admiration , this young man is obviously beyond human beings.

But seeing the young man's expression suddenly changed, he shouted with a ferocious expression: "Neighbors, make room for us to come out."

The boy's roar echoed in the mountains.

"Come out..."

"Come on..."

"Yeah..."

The crowd was dumbfounded, could it be that it is both elegant and vulgar... But looking at the ferocious expression of this young man, it seems that it is very laborious to transport this monster, and it would be bad if one accidentally falls and gets smashed, so they also Quickly step aside and concentrate, leaving a large space in the empty field at the entrance of the outer hall.

"Let's go!" Fang Xian couldn't wait to release the water monster like a ball flying. Hearing the roar of the wind, the big stone hit the snow solidly, with a roar, stirring up layers of white snow.

After the strong wind and snow wave dissipated, the petrified water monster lay paralyzed on the snow without any damage.

Fang Xian fell to the ground and patted the dust off his body: "I'm so fucking tired."

Then he glanced around, there were a hundred or so tourists, it seemed that this generation of masters did a good job.

"You, you, come here..." Fang Xian called the tall disciple.

This disciple has experienced so many setbacks and honors, and now he has seen it away, and ran over with a smile, with a very mean expression: "What's the matter with the master this time!"

"Well done, take care of the money and don't be greedy." After Fang Xian affirmed him, he whispered, "I'm going to do something serious later, which is more dangerous. Please let the crowd disperse and let the disciples gather here."

"Yes!"

In the following time, the disciples began to send the people down the mountain, while Fang Xian looked around the water monster, occasionally knocking to see if it was hollow or solid, or hitting it with an axe.

Half an hour later, dozens of disciples had already stood in a circle around the water monster, waiting for the order from the master.

Fang Xian scanned the crowd awe-inspiringly, and found a strange old man with gray sideburns and dressed in plain clothes.

"Old man... the tour time has passed, why haven't you come down the mountain yet?"

The old man looked sad and holy: "My lord, the old man has been searching for the fairy trail all his life but failed. Today, I happen to have the opportunity to climb this high mountain of Shu, cross the difficult Shu road, see the demeanor of the immortals, and hear about the master's demeanor." To do this... old man... this old man's feet won't move even if he dies."

Fang Xian said angrily: "Don't make trouble, old man, it's dangerous, you don't want to die, you don't know this is..."

"Ancient water monsters!" The old man's eyes glowed with fanaticism, "I will see the immortals destroying the monsters today, even if I die! Master Sect Master, you may think it's nothing, but for the old man, it can be done with After experiencing this catastrophe with a mortal body, it is a great comfort to be able to witness the magic power of the immortal, and to be able to bring this good story to the world."

"How can you tell a good story when you're dead?"

The old man looked solemn, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "The old man is old and his life is not long. I beg the master not to persuade me any more. If I insist on going down the mountain, I will bump my head to death in front of the Shu gate now."

Fang Xian sighed, took out a row of bamboo sticks from the bag and threw them in front of the old man.The signature of this bamboo is [Book of Heaven], which is the place where the fairy in the book is possessed in the demon lock tower.

The immortal in the book appeared in the form of a stream of white air: "It's suffocating me to death."

The old man was no longer surprised. He hurriedly took out the brush and ink cartridge from his pocket, foamed at the mouth, and was eager to try.

The book fairy asked in confusion: "Brother, why did you touch my furniture?"

The old man's gaze has already started to burn: "Brother, watch it, it must be a big scene, and it is worth writing on your bamboo stick."

Fang Xian waved his arms: "Put in formation."

(End of this chapter)