Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

This evening, there was a newcomer in Fusang Town.It was a gentle man dressed in green clothes and wearing a silver crown, with a soft face and a slender figure.His steps were very light, and his back was stretched very long by the setting sun.On the streets of this small town, a lot of plain paper money is quietly falling, and many shops are closed. Now only some paper figurines and paper flowers are still open.

A person walked in front of him, Wang Qingming went up to meet him, wanted to ask something, before he could speak, the person shook his head in a panic, and left in a hurry.If so, three or four times.

At this moment, a figure slowly approached.Wang Qingming felt a palm being slapped, and when he was alert, he punched back.A familiar handsome face was clearly in his eyes.But Chen Huan held his fist in the palm of his hand without changing his face. "Who do you want to hit? Hit me?"

Wang Qingming showed surprise, then thought about it, and felt that it was not surprising that Quechenhuan appeared here.A few days ago, Que Chenhuan had just visited Tongxuan's family. On the way back to Luochuan Road, he heard about the Fusang catastrophe. According to his friend's temperament, it was reasonable to come here to visit. "Oh, instinct. I didn't find out before that you like to greet behind your back, my friend."

But Chen Huan snorted, with a cold expression on his face. "I've seen you for a long time, and I blame you for not discovering it yourself. Tell me, how much effort do you want to waste?"

"Blame me, blame me," Wang Qingming said with a helpless smile, "Then allow Xiaosheng to greet Master Que, come here for a few days, do you have any clues?"

But Chen Huan said: "The green fire fell from the sky, and wept in the middle of the night. Thirteen men died, and they were all shameless."

"Oh?" Wang Qingming raised his eyebrows, and the two walked slowly along the street.

But Chenhuan walked side by side with him, and continued, "As far as I know, that green fire is a punishment from heaven, so it was sent down by evil spirits and the imbalance of yin and yang." Speaking of this, But Chenhuan actually showed a bit of disgust. "The way of heaven is permanent. It does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie. I will not allow anyone to disobey the way of heaven."

Wang Qingming knew very well that it was the absolute protection of the operation of the Dao of Heaven that the Taoist in front of him had a direction to move forward.

"The deceased turned into a soul in three days, and became a ghost in seven days. Adding the time of committing evil, it should have been half a month ago. I found out that the ghost was Meng Xi from the Shi family." But Chen Huan took Wang Qingming into a dilapidated alley, The two stopped in the alley. "This is it."

This place should have been a nice little house.But after the destruction of the sky fire, only the black lacquered burnt wood remains.Wang Qingming walked a few steps, and felt devastated.The two caught a glimpse of the huge courtyard, only one corner of the tomb still had its shape.Approaching, there are a few characters written on the tombstone that can be discerned: Husband, Shiyi; Wife, Meng Xi; Combined tomb.

Jiuxiang Jun Shiyi?

Five words flashed through his mind.Wang Qingming was about to ask her age, but saw that the dust brush in the hands of Ke Chenhuan, suddenly the wind picked up, and the coffin that was buried deep in the ground broke through the ground.

"...Actually, my friend, you have long wanted to do this..." Wang Qingming looked at the coffin, feeling a little dazed.

But Chen Huan replied indifferently: "I just think you don't know too much, it would be more convenient to open the museum to see."

"...You do this, does God know..." Wang Qingming continued to be dazed.

"Hmph, if you don't look at it, I can bury it in again." But Chenhuan flicked the whisk with his right hand, put it on the crook of his arm, and held a tactic with his left hand, as if he was about to make a move.

However, the final result was that Chen Huan stood aside with a cold face, with an aloof attitude looking down on the world; Wang Qingming recited "Excuse me, Excuse me", and carefully pushed the coffin board away.

But Chen Huan: "..."

Inside the coffin lay a black skeleton in mourning clothes, embracing a puppet.The puppet was sewn with weird lines, and the cotton was stuffed too much, and it stretched a little.About seven feet long, dressed in common clothes, with thread for hair, it is a male doll.

The wooden coffin was intact, and the puppet was also intact, only the corpse had only black bones left in just half a month, and it showed a strange black color.Forget the true energy of the Qingming exercise, and reach out to dial.The bone is hard and no dust falls.

This is by no means a fire from heaven.

"It's a curse." Wang Qingming came to a conclusion, "I just don't know what it is."

"Even you don't know, so I can't help it," But Chen Huan flipped his wrist, and the coffin was reunited and buried in the soil. "Tonight, I will accompany you for a walk on the street."

Of course, Wang Qingming was alone that night.

"Why did you reject me?"

"Hey, my friend is so upright, Qingming has made other arrangements, listen to me—"

In the middle of the night, the blue light flickered in the sky, and then the light burst out.Wang Qingming looked up, it was the green fire falling from the sky.Huge flames, densely packed, concentrated towards one place, but the number was so large that it spread around.The sound of crying, mixed with resentment, went straight to the sky, and the flame of heaven's punishment also stagnated. Its shape and shape really have the power of Brahma.The mist has unconsciously filled the entire town of Fusang, and there is some blood in the mist.

Forget the movements of Qingming's hands, which attracts true energy to protect the body.Suddenly, I saw a shadowless person walking out of the street slowly, with white clothes, loose hair, and sharp claws.Wang Qingming stared at her feet and frowned slightly.The shadowless man lingered for a while, then suddenly turned his neck, turning it into a strange arc.

In an instant, people rushed over.Wang Qingming dodges with deceitful steps, his left hand suddenly appears blue, and the moon is full and missing.

Throwing away, he heard the man giggle, and saw the sharp claws strike again.Wang Qingming plucked the strings and condensed the blade, and fired three times in a row.The sharp claws meet the air blade, one blade crushes bones; two blades cut off fingers;

The shadowless man retreated in pain, and turned towards the piano player, burning with anger.With seals in his hands, seventeen ghosts were summoned.The ghost staggered, his body was strong, he was silent for a while, and then he stretched his teeth and claws to catch Wang Qingming.Wang Qingming's expression was indifferent, he turned the strings and plucked a few notes of "Soul Rescue", the sound waves came in, the ghost covered his ears and wailed, unable to move any more.

The name of Weishan Qingxian is not allowed to be questioned by mere ghosts.

Wang Qingming focused his attention, and the qin blade came out again, but it was a momentum of breaking through the sky.At the same time, Lve Ying's figure followed the piano blade, gathered energy in his hand, and was about to slap the shadowless man's head.Flowing clouds and flowing water, only in the blink of an eye.

But the shadowless man abandoned his body and fled in the form of black energy.One blade and one palm hit the body, and the cotton wool burst into the air.

Wang Qingming stood holding the piano, looking at the direction in which the black air escaped, and smiled regretfully: "Trace back to the source, not forgetting the original intention? You know that you are fleeing in the worst direction."

With a whimpering sound, Ghost Qi ran in a hurry, turned corners, and rushed into a dilapidated building.Before entering the soul-cultivating place, suddenly, a long sword descended from the sky and was inserted in front of the grave. Immediately, the sword energy was majestic, and the sword formation opened, offering "Eight Desolation Returning to the Yuan".Dazzling white light exploded from the blade, engulfing the entire house.

"One flower is the world, one leaf knows the mystery, one character in Jinglun Hundred Diagrams, and the Tao goes first." Amidst the bursts of wailing, the Taoist held a dust whisk and appeared in it with a fairy-like bone.In the strong wind, gray hair and Taoist robes were flying wildly.

But the mortal world holds the formula with one hand, and the gossip is condensed.The black ghostly aura is extremely eye-catching in the paleness of the world, and there is nowhere to hide.But the mortal whisk swept away lightly, and the Eight Diagrams Seal chased after it, and exploded with a bang, without mercy.

Like ashes falling to the ground, the ghostly energy struggled several times, but there was no longer any threat.

Wang Qingming turned around from outside the courtyard.Coincidentally, but Chen Huan recruited the famous sword Ying Xuanxu.The white light subsided, and the two stood among the ruins, watching the last bit of spiritual consciousness after the ghost energy dissipated.

"Meng Xi? 』

". . .yes. 』

"how so? 』

". . .I just saw him come back. 』

"What did he promise you? 』

". . .Once I become a dragon, give me no worries. 』

"Why do you harm people? 』

". . .To be so close to him, maybe he will come to see me. 』

"Do you still remember who gave you the spell? 』

". . .people in the shadows. 』

Not long after, the fragrance soul dissipated.The fire of heaven's punishment was also completely extinguished in the air.

"Why do you look thoughtful?" Que Chenhuan asked him.

Wang Qingming shook his head, "Inform Shui Yunji about the situation tomorrow."

But Chen Huan nodded, "I will go with you."