Demonic leader is a subject

"Sir, the flowers have fallen." The fox was puzzled, only knowing that April is already in decline in this world.But after all, it is a demon, and the petals are still harvested, and they are only regarded as the scenery of the four seasons.

Gu Qingchen started to be in a daze.

"Qing Chen, the flowers have fallen." How much sincerity was there in Yue Mingqi's eyes at that time?No, at that time, Yue Mingqi didn't look at him at all, but...

Pick up fallen flowers.

"Sir, when can we go to the north?" Hu Tunan shook a bag of petals in his hand, finally interrupting Gu Qingchen's thoughts.

"Fox, do you know how to become a great demon?" Gu Qingchen lay face up on the couch, looking at the bright sky.

"I don't know." The fox thought to himself, wouldn't it be a monster if it knew?I didn't hear the young man speak for a long time, so I counted the man's eyelashes, which were long and dense.

"You have to understand the style."

Hearing this sentence, Tunan knew that this fellow started talking nonsense again.

It is rare to meet fellow Taoists of Zhongnan Mountain in Qingcheng Mountain, and it is rare to be lively on the mountain that has not been popular for 800 years.

Yue Mingqi followed the two sect masters and a group of Zhongnanshan Taoist priests absent-mindedly.

"Senior Brother Yue, it's too scary for you to eliminate demons and catch ghosts in Qingcheng Mountain." A handsome young Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain secretly tugged on his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "We all only eliminate evil."

"Mount Qingcheng...is really harsh." Yue Mingqi had nothing to say about this, and Gu Qingchen...it was precisely because of this that he hated Mount Qingcheng.

"Xuanxi, why are you being naughty again?" the head of Zhongnan Mountain in the distance asked with a kind eyebrow and a kind smile, his white eyebrows fluttering slightly in the wind.

"No." The little Taoist priest named Xuan Xi ran over in response.

Yue Mingqi secretly thought, the atmosphere of Zhongnan Mountain is really quite different from that of Qingcheng Mountain.

Something seems to rest gently on the shoulder, it is a flower.

Yue Mingqi closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"Qing Chen, the flowers have fallen."

"Hahahaha, there just happened to be flowers!" Gu Qingchen held up the bag of petals in his hands, "Soak them all in wine."

"Sir! If you don't pay me back, I'll bite you!" The fox yelled, unwilling to show weakness.

"Cut...who wants it." Gu Qingchen put the bag firmly on the table when he had had enough trouble, "Take it yourself."

"Then... I'll take it away!" The fox jumped over, clutching the white cloth bag tightly in his arms, and sized up the young man suspiciously with his fox eyes, for fear of being deceitful.

"Clean it up, let's continue walking." Gu Qingchen put on the miter, pinned the knife on his waist, and was about to step out.

"Your luggage." Tunan reached out to stop him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Gu Qingchen smiled slyly, and his mouth fell out even more quickly, "I'm lazy." He rushed out of the inn room as if oiling the soles of his feet.

Tunan felt that there were indeed traces of Bai Ling's previous attitudes towards this man.In the fox's heart, this person is someone who is doing good deeds but is disgusted by ghosts and goblins! ! !

"Young master, is this going back to your hometown? This kid is...?" The driver of the carriage glanced at Gu Qingchen's attire, grinned, and struck up a conversation in a familiar way.

"Exactly. Go back to Xidi and pour a bowl of shochu for the parents of this child." Gu Qingchen lied without changing his face or heartbeat, and was very sincere, reaching out to pat Tunan's head.

The coachman sighed, didn't say anything more, and drove on the road.

"But I am indeed going back to my hometown." Gu Qingchen's eyes sparkled, and the fox didn't know who he was talking about in such whispers.

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Mijia is the predecessor of the curtain hat, a kind of Hu clothing, which is often worn to cover the face in martial arts novels.