Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"If your method doesn't work, we will all become turtles in the urn."

Looking at the posture of waiting outside his eyes, the Taoist priest closed the tattered window sill.

He didn't say everything, the three of them are not only turtles in the urn, but also the fish on the chopping board! If the white lotus cultists outside rushed in regardless of their saint's life, with the current state of the three of them, there was no way to fight back.

Yan Dabeard leaned on the corner, coughing softly while dealing with the wound. He used to kill him several times as a first mover. He smashed the enemies abruptly. It was because he was born with superb skills. At this time, it was also a wound all over his body, like a blood gourd.

Although Li Changan was in the enemy's encirclement, he flicked and moved and was uncomfortable, but he knew that he had already reached the limit. Not to mention the mana consumption, his joints were all crunching and calling to fall apart. Right now, he was completely supported by his will. .

The only thing that can comfort him is that the long sword produced by modern industry at his waist is still as sharp as ever. He was very fortunate that he had kept an eye on him when he was in Pingye and moved out important items such as swords in advance.

As for the scholar, he joined in half way, and his situation was much better than the two, but he was also pale, leaning on the room pillar to deal with the wound. He was shot in the shoulder by a dark arrow. Fortunately, the rain made the bow softened by damp, and the arrow was soft and not deep into the flesh.

Hearing Li Changan’s question this time, he grinned and pulled out the arrow first, then let out a long groan, spreading himself half-lying and half-sitting on the floor, and then smiling at the two of them:

"If the method does not work, it still depends on the timing."

After that, he pointed at the white lotus holy sheep with an arrow still stained with blood.

"Even if it is not working, the Taoist leader should not panic. Can you see a man in Tsing Yi outside?"

"Of course, it's not dignified to hug after calling out."

The scholar grinned, and shook out a big gossip.

"This white lotus saint is the woman who is going to pass by the white lotus left envoy. She was cut off by the town's Fusi half the way, and she came to chase his wife for thousands of miles to deal with such a seed of infatuation. There are people's mother-in-law..."

As he said, the scholar raised his eyebrows at the beard. Yan Xinglie snorted, wanting to say something that would rather die than surrender, but also thought that the Taoist priests are still involved, and it is not easy to talk at the moment.

Upon seeing this, the scholar smiled happily and shook the arrow shaft:

"So, don't worry, don't worry."

No matter, he took off a gourd from his waist, tapped his fingers three times.

"It rained all night, and it was cold and wet."

He made a gesture of toasting and drinking.

"The time is not here, and there is nothing left or right. Why don't you have a drink?"

The Taoist's eyes lit up.

"Oh, but wine made with demon snakes?"

"Exactly."

This scholar is a bit interesting. It is clearly a life-and-death crisis, but it seems to be lazy and cunning. However, Taoist priests and big beards are not serious people, and they don't dislike this person. Hearing that there is a good wine at the moment, I was even more enthusiastic about it.

As for the White Lotus Sect who is still around outside, take care of him!

The Taoist learned from the scholar and sat down in a comfortable position. Not to mention, the floor of this abandoned building is covered with thick "moss", it feels like a woolen blanket, and it just hit Ba Shi. With a quick pull, he pulled up a few strands. With the moonlight seeping through the space above his head, Li Changan was a little surprised to find that these were not like moss, but more like... algae?

Weird, where can algae grow on the ground?

As his thoughts were diverging, the scholar next to him had already opened the wine gourd, and the Taoist's nose twitched, and a mellow wine scent immediately entered his nose. Well, here is the subtle difference between moss and algae. Watching the scholar eagerly, he turned out three more cups, filling them one by one.

"Please."

Where would the two of them be polite, respect a glass, and drank it all in one fell swoop.

The wine had a strong and mellow texture, and before he lowered his stomach, a rush of heat rose in the abdomen of the Taoist priest and spread to his limbs. Not only was the coldness in his body expelled, fine beads of perspiration also leaked out on his forehead.

Yan Xinglie's better cause suddenly passed through his lungs, and people stopped coughing, and said repeatedly:

"Good wine, good wine, what a pity..."

Finally, looking at the dim and decadent surroundings, he shook his head.

"Such a good wine, it is time to choose a good meal, prepare a meal, and drink a swig to be considered invigorating."

"Good food? I can't eat it next time. But is this a good night..."

Upon hearing this, the scholar stopped his cup and laughed.

"It's simple."

With that, he took out another gourd around his waist, took the gag, and splashed it in the air. But what spilled out of the gourd was not wine, but clear and brilliant. He swiped the surroundings nine times, and every time he swiped it, the building became brighter, and finally the whole building was filled with a light silver glow.

Yingyingruo water, clear and lovely.

Reached out and stirred, as if waves were rippling.

Li Chang'an raised his eyes and looked around. The bricks, beams, columns, walls, window sills and algae stretched in the clear light were clear and clear, casting little shadows and floating in the "water waves."

"This is the Moon Flower held on the top of Taihua Mountain in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."

The scholar put away the gourd, with a lazy smile on his face.

"So it can be called a good night's beauty?"

The Taoist priest did not answer, he only heard the word "moon color", and moved slightly in his heart, took out the moonlight from his arms, and scooped it out in the clear light of the surrounding water waves.

When I took it back again, the cup was full of liquor, and there was a hint of silver radiance in the clarity, blending with the surrounding moonlight.

Li Chang'an took a sip, and the familiar taste was filled with magic power.

"This is?"

The two asked sideways, and the Taoist priests also shared generously.

The wine cup turned around and fell back into the hands of the Taoist priest. He wondered whether to scoop another bowl, and was afraid of letting the moonlight in the house clear, while the other two were still immersed in the aftertaste. The Taoist priest didn't care, he knew the taste of this moon wine.

Like the moonlight in the throat, the past hundred kinds of life have turned into coolness and flowed into the heart. The past is more joyful, more miserable, more reluctant to ask, and more reluctant, and the taste of this wine becomes more moving.

Yan Dabeard closed his eyes and smiled, not knowing what he was thinking about. The scholar was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"I was wasted about twenty or so in my life, and I know what the real wine is like, my gourd..."

He shook the wine gourd in his hand.

"It's bad water...it's plainly dirty my gourd."

With that said, he actually wanted to throw it away. Not to mention that Shi was surprised, even the beard opened his eyes, and the two stopped in unison. Unexpectedly, the servant took the gourd back again and gave a narrow smile.

"It's just a joke. I'm stingy, even if it's bad, I can't bear it."

This joke made the atmosphere in the arena a bit more enthusiastic. The three laughed loudly, but it also caused the white lotus cultists who were eating the cold wind outside to scream. The three of them just regarded it as the croak of insects and frogs at night. It just goes with wine.

After pushing the cup for several rounds, the scholar suddenly put away the gourd and pointed to the corner of the building.

"Two, please look."

But seeing where he was pointing, the light mist soaked in from the gap between the window sash and the algae, like white ink scattered in the water.

"The time is right."

………………………………

The laughter from the abandoned building made the white lotus cultists outside look at each other.

The young leftist snorted coldly and turned to discuss with the old man. Just as the scholar said, he was indeed a rat, but he was not doing nothing. At this time, he tried to deploy spells, but the strange thing was that there was always something interfering when setting spells. After trying for a long time, he found the reason.

Quite strange here!

There is no need to think about it, he has realized this, so he summoned him to ask: Where is this place?

However, Cheng Liang is also at a loss. To say that he has served here for nearly ten years, because of the old Japanese military habits, he also traveled everywhere in Pingye. However, the ruins where everyone is located can be roughly the size of a county seat. Looking at the thick vine grass moss covered everywhere, it was obvious that it had existed for a long time, but Cheng Liang had no impression of this place, and had no choice but to summon his general flag as a local.

Oddly speaking, this general banner was a little suspicious when he entered the ruins, and now he was clutching a handful of water plants, looking in a trance. Cheng Liang called out several times before reluctantly regaining his senses. After listening to the question, he was hesitant to answer.

"This place looks like... it is Pingye City."

"What nonsense?"

Zuo Shi frowned, Cheng Liang had already lowered his face and yelled at him.

The group of them only set off from Pingye in the middle of the night. Could it be that they returned to the city of Pingye again in the middle of the night? Even if it is, is it possible that Pingye has become a ruin with this front and back effort?

This is ridiculous!

"My lord doesn't know..."

But Zongqi didn't change his tune, he just swallowed hard, telling the old things that the locals didn't want to mention.

"Forty-two years ago, there was a big earthquake at the boundary of Pingye. For three days in a row, the sky and the earth turned, the mountains and rivers collapsed. Extinct, unable to live anymore...Pingye today is just another new city that has been rebuilt in recent years."

"The villain has just passed fifty this year. He grew up in this old city by urinating, but he escaped a catastrophe because he went out to visit relatives. Look, my lord..."

He pointed to a low soil ridge that had just passed, and the edges and corners of a stone were faintly exposed under the thick moss.

"That was the city wall back then." He pointed to a large pile of rocks next to him, "This is Fangshi, that is the government office..."

Pointing them down one by one, he finally came to a conclusion.

"This is the ruins of Pingye Old City!"

"so what?"

Cheng Liang had been impatient to hear this babble of old things. If the left envoy was still frowning and listening, he would have waited on him with a whip.

"But……"

Perhaps the night breeze came again and the clouds covered the moonlight, and the ruins became gloomy again, and the general flag was shivering.

"The earthquake also collapsed Heti, Surabaya changed its route, Pingye...Pingye Old Ruins were already submerged!"

...

In other words, this ruin is the reappearance of the underwater old city?

The answer was unexpected, and the listeners around hadn't chewed it.

suddenly.

A thick mist suddenly rose on the edge of the crowd. Before a white lotus cultivator had time to react, he was submerged by the mist. The man's companion yelled a few times, but there was no response at all. The companion stretched out his hand to pull according to the position.

However.

Empty.

His face changed.

"Beware! This foggy old..."

Halfway through the conversation, the thick fog suddenly rolled over, like a flood that leaked from the gate, pouring in, greedily engulfing the ruins and people along the way.

The Zuo Dao monks who gathered at the left side of Bai Lian tried to stop the thick fog with various spells, but they couldn't make any waves in the mud and the sea. The white lotus cultists had to gather in the middle, but there were too many people, and the mist came too fast. Except for the left masters beside Bailian Zuozhe, the others were covered before they had time to react.

But fortunately, the night wind pulled away the clouds again, and the convergence of the dense fog suddenly slowed down.

But then, everyone was surprised to find that the mist was getting lighter and weaker under the moonlight, but the white lotus cultists who had been swallowed up were gone in the mist.

"No! Look at those moss!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the remaining white lotus cultists, and everyone looked at it.

I was surprised to find that the thick moss covering the entire ruins was quickly receding, revealing the rubble, stony and dead wood below. Immediately afterwards, the dead wood turned into pillars, gravel turned into bricks and tiles, pieces of **** piles turned back in time, and turned back into streets, shops, and houses. Then there was a hustle and bustle, and the dead streets became fresh. Live, pedestrians, vendors, and shopkeepers quietly appeared, and in a blink of an eye it was a bustling and prosperous streetscape.

Zong Qi widened his eyes and muttered:

"Ping...Pingye City."

As soon as the voice fell, the waning moon fell into the cloud again.

The prosperous street scene disappeared in an instant, only the thick tumbling fog gathered around, and the crowd of Bailianjiao crowded into a mass of remnants.

as well as.

The dilapidated building that has not changed.