Ascended to become a virtual idol

Yan Qiao lived through Xuanyuan's ancient calendar, and naturally understood how frightening monsters are to this world today.

The existence of such things as the world, in her world, is the illusion of some great monsters after death, and only monsters in the world can recognize their masters successfully. Of course, the monster race has the existence of the world, and the human race naturally also has secret realms and caves. The two complement each other. It can be considered that they have been living in peace for many years, after all, there is a demon clan watching on the other side.

But in Xuanyuan, monsters are a race that existed in ancient times. Even in ancient places of practice, monster races are rarely seen. In modern times, they belong to legendary historical races. The supernatural beings in the capitals of all major countries, even the existence of the demons, only added a few words in the ancient calendar.

This is obviously wrong. Where there is white, there must be black. Just like the harmony of yin and yang is the long-term way. Therefore, this world has been upside down from the beginning, with men and women out of balance, yin and yang in chaos, and black and white even more impermanent.

Not to mention the combat power of this place, most of them are flashy spells, let alone a hundred flowers blooming, and it is extremely difficult to connect the underworld and this world, but there is an inseparable connection between the two .

Thinking of the lack of avenues that President Ke often said, maybe the appearance of monsters is also a kind of self-help, but she can see some things vaguely and simply doesn't think about it, taking one step at a time and finally saving her here, never Let her go astray.

Although she doesn't know who is behind the scenes, she still knows in her heart that there is no free benefit in this world. She got a rebirth for nothing, but there is a system to collect faith points for her. Guide to the blooming of mystical arts.

Although her strategy is indeed inferior to those who are born with exquisite seven orifices, but at least she was carefully taught by her master, if she can't see through some things, then this arrangement will be wasted.

No matter who the person behind it is, she can feel that there is no malice towards her, and that what the other party thinks and does is nothing more than the inheritance of mysterious arts. A silent contract is not a tacit understanding.

Looking at the shimmering lake, Yan Qiao took a deep breath. No matter how he arranges this monster, it is definitely not a good thing. It must be eliminated. After all, just by looking at the wickedness of that little rascal, you can tell that this monster is probably in his hands. Many innocent lives were lost.

If he killed a treacherous and evil person, he would have at most a little line of cause and effect, but he would definitely not have so many evil results.

Xianniang said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Qiao slowly looked away, "Whether it's a demon or a ghost, you have to pay for your sins."

Xianniang let out a sigh of relief, "You are right."

This is also due to the fact that these two people are here. If Li Xian and the group of people from Xuanhui, they would have been blown up when they heard the demon. body practice.

For this kind of thing, he didn't understand clearly, and he didn't regard the appearance of a monster as a powerful thing.

For Xianniang, it was the shock when she first heard it. After thinking about it carefully, it might not be as frightening as the one next to her going crazy, and she calmed down all of a sudden.

Yan Qiao didn't know what Xianniang was thinking in front of her. Facing the shimmering lake, she turned her mind a few times, but she didn't rush in with her mental strength.

When she didn't know the depth of the enemy, the consequences of acting impulsively would be unimaginable. She had already passed the age of impulsiveness.

"This matter needs to be considered in the long term. I'm afraid it won't be completed overnight." Thinking of the chaotic time order here, Yan Qiao sighed and stopped talking.

Xianniang nodded slightly to express her understanding, she turned her gaze away, and followed Yan Qiao, "The people transported from Silang Town... are all monks. Logically speaking, there must be a monk sitting in this town as the mayor," she said. It stopped suddenly.

"Mayor, the person we ignored at the beginning," Yan Qiao and Xian Niang exchanged glances.

"I'll go!" Xianniang hurriedly said.

Yan Qiao looked around the lake, "Alright, be careful."

"Don't worry, the method of ghost cultivation is the safest," Xianniang said and turned to leave.

Yan Qiao didn't stay any longer, she turned around and walked the way she came back holding an umbrella. She wasn't the only one who did this. Maybe it was because walking in misty rain was interesting. Looking from a height, all kinds of oil-paper umbrellas gathered together, that kind of The beauty of ancient rhyme and fragrance makes people linger and forget to return.

The tourists sitting upstairs enjoying the scenery, eating tea and sipping snacks, unconsciously slowed down their movements.

In today's era of advanced technology, it is difficult to have anything that can make people stay. No matter how many ancient rhyme activities the Xuanhui has done, it can't compare to the joy of my own personal experience.

Today, the inheritance of metaphysics is emerging, and there are gradually many non-heritage inheritances emerging everywhere. Silang's embroidery, oiled paper umbrellas, sachets, and misty rain are all rare beauties.

The variety of Si Lang's embroidery is gentle, delicate and beautiful, just like the women here, tactful and affectionate but also beautiful and elegant, and Wu Nong's soft words when talking and laughing are even more eye-catching.

Most of the tourists who come and go will stop for some embroidered products, and various colored sachets curl up, attracting people to come and go again and again. Today's Xuanyuan is probably the most complete ancient scenery preserved in S City, and Silang is one of the best.

When Yan Qiao approached the embroidery shop, the lady proprietress immediately smiled when she saw her, "The little girl is here again."

Yan Qiao's beauty is often amazing, but the proprietress remembers it after seeing it once.

There was a smile on the corner of Yan Qiao's mouth, and his eyes sparkled, "I want to order an embroidered fan."

The proprietress immediately clapped her hands, "Come here, sit inside, then you have found the right place to come to me."

She led Yan Qiao to sit down, then turned around to make tea, "Try our Silang's scented tea."

Yan Qiao picked it up and took a sip, "It's fragrant and pleasant, the proprietress is very skilled."

"Hey, don't exaggerate, this flower tea is also made by someone else, I just got a chance," she said with a smile, gentle and beautiful.

The two chatted back and forth for a while, and then the proprietress got to the point, "I wonder what kind of fans the girl wants? Does Shan Bing have any requirements?"

Yan Qiao smiled slightly, "I like flowers, especially when they are in full bloom, they are the most touching."

The proprietress was stunned, and took a note, "In this way, I will borrow the pattern of a hundred flowers in spring, do you think it is feasible?"

"Naturally it is possible."

The boss finished writing Ke, and then asked again, "I don't know what Shan Bing is used to."

"I like light ones," Yan Qiao put down the teacup, and deliberately took out a commonly used round fan.

The proprietress looked at it, and then laughed again, "It seems that the girl is also a fan lover, so I will use Xiangfei bamboo." Seeing that Yan Qiao was satisfied, she added another stroke, "I don't know if the girl is going to stay for a few days. Come in time."