Every day I have to flirt with the Daoist [Ming Dao Xing Yao]

In the realm of chaos, the wind is raging, the sky and the earth are gloomy and there is no end to it. Ghosts come from hell with their teeth bared, roaring and shuttling through the misty smoke. Wherever they pass, there is no grass and the soil is muddy. With blood-red eyes devouring the boundless darkness, this uninhabited and eerie place is the underworld of ghosts.

The little devil with blue fangs walked past the corridor chattering, boasting proudly of his great achievements, "I peeled a man a few days ago, and made a drum out of his skin, and it broke after only two days of beating, and today I got it again." Run and lie down."

"Human skin is too soft, if you peel off a few more, it won't be so easy to break when stacked together."

The little ghost laughed harshly, "Strip a man, a woman, and a child to form a family."

While we were talking, a little maid hurriedly ran away from a distance, with an ugly expression on her face, the little ghost asked what was the matter, and the little maid babbled, "The master is angry, he pushed several little ghosts into the poison pool, no one dares to approach .”

The little ghost's blue fangs suddenly retracted, you look at me, I look at you, but you dare not speak - the master is angry, this Hades is afraid that some days will see blood again.

But at this time, a cold chuckle came from the dark hall filled with green smoke, as if floating from hell, angry and joyful, and couldn't tell the meaning of it for a while.

White candles on the left and right sides of Hades illuminate the scene, surrounded by green smoke, and there are two ghosts kneeling in the center of the ground with their heads bowed, and they seem to be trembling slightly if you look closely.

Above the high position, the man who was half leaning on the cushion was covering his lips and chuckling, and changed his posture like a boneless one, looking at the two figures below with peachy eyes.

He is a man with an overly feminine appearance, his hair is tied up like a thick black golden crown, and his red clothes are gorgeous. In this gloomy hall, he is like the most intense flower watered with blood. His raised eyebrows and lips are full of amorous feelings. He smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes that Xiaoyan should have.

The other world said that Jiang Yuxiu, the ghost king, is the most poisonous scenery in the ghost world. The sight of Jiang Yuxiu is like being infected with poison, and he will never forget it in this life. At this moment, he just smiled like this, and the laughter became softer and softer, and finally he simply hid the laughter in his throat Li, silently raised his lips.

"It's a good idea that he wants to devour other worlds." His eyes suddenly changed, and his voice was filled with boundless hatred, "It's just fantastic."

The ghosts and ghosts who were reporting below did not dare to show their aura, trembling for fear that their souls would fly away in an instant.

Since Jiang Yuxiu, the ghost king, and Shen Ren, the demon lord, came back after being defeated in a battle a hundred years ago, Jiang Yuxiu, who was originally fierce but distinguished between public and private, suddenly changed her temperament. Since then, ghosts and demons have broken the rule of not interfering with each other for thousands of years. There has been a bloodbath in other worlds, and the situation has not changed until now.

No one knew what happened in those short three days, making Jiang Yuxiu into such a cruel appearance.

It's just that he has never stopped inquiring about the demon lord Shen Ren for a hundred years. Today, when he learned that Shen Ren intends to rectify the demon way and dominate the other world, he even ordered the three innocent little ghosts to be pushed into the poison pool. Come to tear your heart out.

Jiang Yuxiu suppressed the hatred that was almost overwhelmed, and spat out two words from his mouth, "Explore again."

After getting the order, the ghosts and ghosts below responded in unison, and dissipated in the hall of death like a wisp of smoke.

And the man on the high platform seemed to have a strong chill all over his body, and he smiled instantly with hatred, and an imperceptible gloomy flashed in his eyes, "Shen Ren, Shen Ren..."

After a hundred years, you still haven't changed.

The sound of a porcelain bowl breaking broke the tranquility on the dining table. Chu Ji, who was eating slowly, raised his eyes. Xiaomu stood at the door blankly, with both hands spread out, staring blankly at his broken feet. It took a long while before he yelled, "Master, it's broken."

Jun Fang didn't even raise his head, "If it's broken, clean it up."

Xiao Mu got the order, turned around to get the broom, and soon swept up the porcelain bowl that had been broken into several petals.

Jun Fangbai put a piece of sauced fish into Chu Ji's bowl, attracting Chu Ji's attention, "Daoist, eat fish."

Chu Ji lived in the Jun Mansion for almost ten days. During the day, he stayed in the mansion with nothing to do. At night, he slept soundly in the scent of jasmine flowers in the guest room. He felt that he was about to get bored. , He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with the demon detector. Except for the weirdness of the people, there was nothing worth noting in this palace.

Such an overly leisurely life made Chu Ji a little bored, he put the fish that Jun Fang had caught for nothing in his mouth, and asked, "Recently, do you feel that something is wrong in the mansion?"

Jun Fang stopped eating in vain, and smiled with his eyes bent, "No, I see that there is a Taoist leader, and the monster is too scared to come out."

Chu Ji glanced at him and sullenly ate, and ignored Jun Fangbai.

At night when the wind blows, Chu Ji is lying on the bed. Even though there are jasmine flowers in front of the bed, he is still tossing and turning. Nothing to do made him a little irritable.

Pursing his lower lip, he simply turned over and stood up, holding the Zhanyun Sword on the bed in his hand, and strode towards the door with meteoric strides.

It was late at night, and the Jun Mansion was completely quiet. He looked at Jun Fangbai's room, and saw that it was pitch black. He thought he was already asleep, and he didn't want to wake him up, so he went out of the yard, walked a little far away, and found an open place. .

The moonlight was like a brocade, covering the ground with a layer of silver frost. The trees in Junfu swayed and danced under the moonlight, like tall elves. Chu Ji looked at the lush vegetation in autumn, and thought of Cangyi at this time. The flowers and plants on the mountain should all wither, and they probably understand how the title of Jun Mian Baihua Mushen came from.

Chu Ji stood under the moonlight, his tea-white robe complemented the moon, the water-blue glazed beads were crystal clear under the moonlight, the battle cloud was unsheathed, and the sword light was cold, projecting the coldness of a cold weapon on the ground, Chu Ji's long and narrow eyes Become fierce, with a posture like a dragon going out to sea, the sword energy rolls up layers of air currents, condenses into the momentum of attack, and makes the sound of sword and energy colliding.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the figure under the moon is changing ever-changing movements. His hands are light but imposing.

Behind the old tree, a pair of smiling eyes followed the movements of the man under the moon with great interest, his thin lips curled up, and he leaned half on the tree trunk, lowering his voice and not knowing who he was talking to, "You also think he is too Proud?" He asked himself and answered, "I think so too."

He was so proud that he was delighted, and so proud that he appreciated it.

Jun Fangbai's eyes flickered slightly, and his feet wearing black shoes embroidered with silver bamboo leaves deliberately lifted up, stepping on a leaf on the ground, making a slight and crisp sound, the tea-white figure immediately pointed his sword at him, and said in a deep voice, "Who? "

Jun Fangbai put on a smile and walked out from behind the tree trunk, without hiding his appreciation for Chu Ji, "It's me."

Seeing that it was Jun Fangbai, Chu Ji put the Zhanyun Sword behind his back into the scabbard, and frowned, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come, wouldn't I have missed the beauty dancing sword under the moon?" Jun Fangbai walked slowly towards Chu Ji, his black robe blended into the night, his face was set in the silver moon, and his outline was more elegant.

Chu Ji heard what he said without even half a joke, as if he was sincerely praising him, but the word "beauty under the moon" still made him frown even tighter. He is a majestic man, and it is inevitable to be teasing when describing him as a beauty.

Out of breath for a while, he opened his mouth and replied, "In terms of beautiful characters, I can't compare to you."

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to tease Jun Fangbai, but he didn't want Jun Fangbai to smile frankly, "The Taoist priest praised it absurdly."

Enron accepted Chu Ji's evaluation of him, Chu Ji felt that his ridicule was as useless as sprinkling on cotton, so he walked away angrily.

Jun Fangbai hurried to catch up, chattering after him, "Don't be angry, Taoist priest, I'm just complimenting you. If you don't like beauties, I can use other words."

Chu Ji ignored him, and walked straight forward, unexpectedly, he came out to practice sword in the middle of the night quietly, but was still entangled by Jun Fangbai, and his face could not help being sullen.

"The Taoist priest in white clothes is better than the snow, bright and clear, radiant, heroic, unique and unparalleled in the world," Jun Fangbai followed behind Chu Ji, and he really praised Chu Ji, and every time he said a word, his smile was renewed. At the end of the day, seeing that Chu Ji's complexion had improved, he went around to Chu Ji again, raised his eyebrows and said, "If these are not enough, I still have a lot of poems, do you want to listen to the Taoist priest?"

Chu Ji had no doubts that Jun Fangbai could do what he said, but he was still washed away by Jun Fangbai's compliments, so he bypassed Jun Fangbai and couldn't help laughing, "I don't want to hear it."

"But I want to say," Jun Fangbai stuck to Chu Ji's side and couldn't drive him away, his voice was pleasant, "Bi Qi's son is extremely beautiful; looking at Hua Dongmo, it alarmed the people of Luoyang; it's not that everyone praises you, but you are also crazy." He is also gentle..."

The more he talked, the more beautiful Chu Ji's face became. In the end, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Enough is enough."

"A Daoist is like a celestial being, I say one day and one night are not enough."

Chu Ji didn't see it, and Jun Fangbai had an expression of connivance, but if he saw it, he might lose his face again.

The two walked in the moonlight, the fragrance was plentiful, Chu Ji hadn't been so happy for a long time, and even the noisy Jun Fangbai became gratifying.

He was about to say something, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by a figure in the yard not far away, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Under the moonlight, Aunt Tan, the old cook of the Jun Mansion, is dancing, dressed in coarse linen, her face bathed in the moonlight is full of smiles, but this scene is a bit weird because of her fat body, it is really not a pleasing picture .

Seeing that Chu Ji stopped in vain, looked away from his face, and looked into the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed - he just made an agreement with Aunt Tan today that he couldn't come out to dance in the middle of the night, why did he still run out Woolen cloth?

"Jun Fangbai, the people in your house," Chu Ji thought about not being too harsh, and said tactfully, "Is it not normal?"

Jun Fangbai smiled for a long while, and replied softly, "It seems, it's a little..."

Tomorrow, he must speak clearly. Uncle Xiang is not allowed to bask in the sun at every turn, Xiao Mu is not allowed to walk crookedly, and Aunt Tan is not allowed to come out to dance in the middle of the night to scare people.

If this continues, he might be exposed—Jun Fangbai heaved a sigh of relief, it would be no fun if he was seen through.

The author has something to say:

Aw, things are going to explode after school starts, and it will be better before nine o'clock in the future!

Hee hee, pull Jiang Yuxiu out for a while.