Brother, this showman

The scroll fell!

The scroll held in the hands of the Goddess statue fell to the lotus platform under her feet with a clatter like a leaf blown by the wind, wrapped in a layer of incense ash, and rolled to Yunqing's feet with a bang.

Yun Qing's body was shaking like sifting beans, he wanted to pick up the scroll but didn't dare to take it, he just kept repeating: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Ye Wenqing tugged at the corner of Feng Lianchen's clothes, signaling him to change places with her.

I don't know if Feng Lianchen got the wrong idea or didn't understand Ye Wenqing's meaning at all. He put his arms around his waist and pushed him forward, and his vision suddenly widened.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

What's the matter?

Song Jihua wisely turned his eyes away. Why don't these two brothers and sisters discriminate between occasions at all?It's really embarrassing to do this and that in front of my own face.

Ye Wenqing didn't care too much about these things. Looking far away, he looked at the scrolls that rolled down to Yun Qing's side, and saw black things coming out of the pages from time to time, and then wrapped around Yun Qing's fingertips.

Ye Wenqing leaned forward to try to get a better look. Unexpectedly, the Wang Shuqin in the Qiankun bag on his waist made a crisp sound, and a murderous white light suddenly appeared in the air and struck towards Yunqing.

Why did I suddenly forget about this guy!

Ye Wenqing gritted his teeth secretly, subconsciously covered the Qiankun bag, pinched the charm with his fingertips, and the jumping Wang Shuqin finally calmed down, but the traces of the three had been exposed.

Yun Qing came to his senses and stood up, looking displeasedly at the few people hiding in the dark: "Who is it!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wenqing untied the jade hairpin in the development room, let his hair fall loose, then picked up the handkerchief and tied it on his face, with cruel eyes, walked out sullenly, with a rough voice, with the attitude of a bandit: "Old man, it's not bad. You guard such a big hall by yourself. Come, take out your good things and honor grandpa and me."

Yun Qing squinted at Ye Wenqing for a long while, then sneered, "Where do you come from, beggars dare to come to Goddess Temple?"

"This Goddess Temple is easy to enter, and it's up to you to decide how to exit." Yun Qing leaned against the table, and slowly picked up a short blade with his hands behind his back, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Ye Wenqing obviously didn't miss Yun Qing's every move, but he still didn't change his face and said: "Old man, while your grandfather and I are in a good mood, quickly bring me some good things. Hey, the book at your feet looks good. , show it to me."

"Heh." Yun Qing smiled, "Let's go to the Palace of the King of Hell to see it!"

Yun Qing raised the knife in his hand high, and then there was a click, and the knife fell in response, and Yun Qing fell to the ground with his neck tilted.

Feng Lianchen withdrew his hand and looked at Ye Wenqing with a gloomy face: "Next time I will do the bait."

"No, no, no." Ye Wenqing waved his hand indifferently, "This Yun Qing is just a little guy, why bother."

Ye Wenqing's voice gradually weakened, because Feng Lianchen's complexion was almost as dark as the ashes at the bottom of the pot. It was precisely because he knew that he was worried about himself, so it was difficult to argue.

"Then leave it to Brother Song to handle it later." Ye Wenqing had an idea, pointing at Song Jihua who was holding the pillar and refused to let go, "You are still young, if something goes wrong, I will feel very sorry."

"Then what about me?" Song Jihua said quietly, "Lianchen's life is life, and mine is grass? Or is it the dog's tail grass by the wall, which can be squeezed if nothing happens?"

"Where is it?" Ye Wenqing chuckled, "Brother Song is much more experienced than my junior brother. At least if we are friends, we will spend a long time together in the future."

Song Jihua: "..."

If you have something to do, call Song Brother Song, and if you have nothing to do, just lean next to Song Shiwen.

"Okay, let's get out first." Ye Wenqing bent down and picked up the scroll on the ground, put it in his arms, and strode out.

After Feng Lianchen stepped out of the threshold, he involuntarily turned his head to look at the female statue, and in a trance, he saw the goddess goddess nodded to him, and the corner of her mouth smiled even wider.

The nameless waist trembled slightly, with a hint of restlessness.

Feng Lianchen lowered his eyes and pressed Wuming, took a deep breath, and looked at the female figure again. Her right hand, which lost the scroll, was still holding the posture, but it didn't feel abrupt, but more natural, and it seemed that the previous scroll was redundant. up.

Feng Lianchen frowned slightly, before thinking about it, his heart was full of pain from the gnawing of thousands of ants.

"Junior brother." Ye Wenqing found that Feng Lianchen hadn't followed him halfway, so he turned back to look for him, grabbed him by the collar and walked away, "I'm sure he won't come to look for you at night."

It wasn't until he walked out of the Goddess Temple that Feng Lianchen came to his senses, and the pain in his heart gradually dissipated.

Back at the inn, Ye Wenqing brought the candlestick to the desk, picked out the wick, and brightened the dim candle.

Only then did Ye Wenqing take out the scroll in his arms and spread it out on the table.

Song Jihua leaned his head to look at the content above, with an extremely complicated expression: "Brother Wenqing, why did we go to the Goddess Temple at night to steal this book of ghostly symbols?"

Wang Shuqin gave instructions before, Ye Wenqing thought there was something special in it, how could he know that it was a graffiti, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Looking horizontally and vertically, I still can't see why.

Ye Wenqing took out the Wangshuqin and put the scroll on the strings.

The strings reacted, and the seven strings glowed white, slowly resting on the emblem.

Single is evil, double is auspicious.

The seven strings began to jump, and a sharp and rapid sound sounded, with a bit of shrillness.

Ye Wenqing felt a little uneasy in his heart, what he saw in the realm of selflessness were all real scenes.

What is the meaning behind the death of nearly half of the people in Qingshui Town and the person behind the scenes who lured them into the battle?Could it be that they wanted them to expose the truth about the Goddess Temple?What secrets are hidden in the Goddess Temple?And those brides who disappeared for no reason, are they really dead?

A piece of red paper floated from the skirt, and fell on the strings. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Ye Wenqing's thoughts were pulled back.

"What is this?" Feng Lianchen asked suspiciously.

Ye Wenqing raised his hand to pinch the red paper, ignited a charm at his fingertips, and a bird that was glowing red and looked like a phoenix, but was much smaller than the phoenix stood firmly on the strings.

Song Jihua deliberated for a long time, thought he had chosen an appropriate word and asked, "Quail?"

Chiyu Huofeng looked at Song Jihua angrily: "Open your eyes to see clearly!"

"A quail that breathes fire? It can also talk!" Song Jihua was amazed when he saw the two clusters of flames rising from Chiyu Huofeng's eyes.

"This seat is Chiyu Huofeng! It is an ancient beast! You are a quail! Your whole family is quail!" Chiyu Huofeng completely frowned, and stared at the flames.

Song Jihua quickly dodges, narrowly dodging.

"Red Feather Fire Phoenix?" Feng Lianchen was slightly surprised, looking curiously at its trembling body due to anger, "The book records that the Red Feather Fire Phoenix is ​​huge, fully twice the size of an ordinary phoenix. "

"If I show my real body, this inn will be abandoned." Akabane Huofeng raised her head arrogantly.

"Okay, what are you looking for me in such a hurry?" Ye Wenqing tugged at the feathers on its head.

"Are you going to get married?" Chiyu Huofeng asked.

"What?" Ye Wenqing twitched the corners of his mouth, "Do you want to take the money?"

"What kind of money do you have for a broken bird? If you are sincere, then pluck this body hair and make a carpet for me." Ye Wenqing continued, "Remember, don't want the feathers on the buttocks, it's stained with your shit monster disgusting."

"Old beast!" Akabane Fire Phoenix let out an earth-shattering scream, flapping its wings and trying to fly to Ye Wenqing's face and peck him a few times, but just as he moved, a hand pinned down his small head.

Akabane Fire Phoenix: "..."

The handsome hair in this seat! ! !

Chiyu Huofeng carefully rolled her eyes to see that the owner of this hand was not Ye Wenqing or Song Jihua, but Feng Lianchen.

At this moment, Feng Lianchen had a straight face, as cold as ice.

The restless wings of the Chiyu Huofeng were withdrawn, and the voice weakened, and said bitterly: "This fairy teacher, we have something to say."

"What did you want to do just now?" Feng Lianchen asked.

"I don't want to do anything." Akabane Fire Phoenix pretended to be confused. If it told the truth, it would lose a few more hairs today. For the sake of dignity, it vowed not to tell the truth!Divine beasts also have backbone!

Feng Lianchen was not so easy to talk, so he just pulled out a hair on its head.

Chiyu Huofeng stared blankly at the feather in Feng Lianchen's hand, the color was beautiful and bright.

Ye Wenqing was stunned, looking at the feather in Feng Lianchen's hand, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and quickly pressed Chiyu Huofeng's mouth, for fear that it would cry.

Akabane Huofeng, whose mouth was gagged, could not make a sound, and could only blink his eyes and weep silently.

This is the most noble feather in this seat!This seat has to be wiped with water every day!The most handsome Mao in this seat!Just gone?That's it!

The more Akabane Huofeng thought about it, the more sad she became, and tears flooded her.

Ye Wenqing knew how important this feather was to Chiyu Huofeng, it could be regarded as its capital to show off as a bird.

"That..." Ye Wenqing coughed lightly, breaking the weird silence, "What are you doing shaking your head? Look, the hair has fallen off. It's a pity, such a beautiful feather, is it just like this being harmed by yourself? gone."

Chiyu Huofeng listened to Ye Wenqing's upsetting words in disbelief, and fluttered her wings excitedly, this old beast!Do you think this seat is not sad enough?

"A bird is not safe." Ye Wenqing sighed, "Okay, be obedient, stop making trouble, let's talk about what you have to say, if you behave well, I will let you have fun outside these few days. Nod if you can."

Chiyu Huofeng calmed down, turned her eyes a few times, thought to herself, then looked at the feather in Feng Lianchen's hand, took a deep breath, she couldn't get it back even if she lost it, and if she continued to make trouble, she would be the poor one.

Why is my life so hard?want to cry.

Akabane Huofeng held her own broken heart and felt sorry for herself.

In the end, Akabane Huofeng abandoned the last bit of dignity as a divine beast, as well as that illusory backbone, and nodded heavily.

"Okay, let's talk." Ye Wenqing let go of his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at it leisurely.

Feng Lianchen also let go of his hand, but his eyes never left.

Chiyu Huofeng tried her best to ignore Feng Lianchen, jumped onto the open scroll, fiddled with the cover with her paws, and said: "This is not a book, but a plain wind and frost scroll, which can be regarded as a spiritual weapon."

"But it has been sealed, and no one else can untie it, and it will be restored to its original state unless the person who sealed it appears. It is rumored that if you paint on the Su Lian Fengshuang scroll, the painted thing will come to life. Hmm... with that Ma Liang A hundred years ago, there was a suzerain who painted on it because he missed his dead wife, and as expected, the wife in the painting came out and met the suzerain."

"There are such treasures?" Song Jihua murmured, "Whatever you draw will become real?"

"I want to be beautiful!" Akabane Huofeng rolled his eyes at him, "There is no such good thing in the world. The suzerain died in the end. The things that come out of the Sulian Fengshuang axis are supported by the essence and blood of the painter. When the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, people will surely die.”

"It's evil enough." Song Jihua was speechless.

Ye Wenqing stuffed the Su Lian Fengshuang Axle into the Qiankun bag with lightning speed, and said nonchalantly, "This item is unknown, let's talk about the marriage in seven days' time."