Merry little roll

There is a huge rock in the forbidden area behind the mountain of Xiaoyao Jianzong. On the back of the rock, there is a cave that is hard to see with the naked eye. The surface of the cave is covered with a thick layer of Taoism barrier, in which the mist is diffuse and bamboo leaves are hidden.

If you don't pay attention to observe, you can't find it in a cloud of fog.

"Smelly Taoist priest, how long are you going to imprison me?"

There is the sound of thin water flowing in the cave, and the grass on the mud floor is moist and slightly steamy.There is a source of water under the rock, and I don't know where it came from.

The dense mist in the cave fluttered and gathered around Gu Changshi, floating in a whirlpool shape.

"Don't be noisy." Chang Shi lowered his eyes and turned a page of the long scroll in his hand.

Just finished eating, his stomach is warm, Wuli is full of energy, at least the smelly Taoist has a conscience and knows that he can't fast.

Eat and drink enough, always want to make trouble.

"Smelly Taoist priest, are you hiding me here as a vase? What do you want to say?"

This shabby place is cold, wet and boring, with only books, bed, and table, monotonous and boring like Gu Changshi, a stinky Taoist priest, unreasonable, staring at books all day long.

"I want to go back." Wuli yelled.

Chang Shi raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

The boy's body is much better, but his face is still pale, and the scarf on his face is stained with blood, which has been washed by Chang Shi.

It's just that the hostility on that face can't be hidden.

The handsome young man was very aggressive, the edges and corners he should have were much deeper than ordinary people, and the color of his lips was almost red against the backdrop of his pale face.

In contrast, although Gu Changshi's appearance is plain, he is not lacking in gentleness. At first glance, he makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Chang Shi pursed the corners of his lips, he picked up the picture book in hand, lowered his eyes, and turned to the middle and back page.

"Can you see what this is?"

Wuli frowned, and took the book that Gu Changshi handed over.

The brochure was damp with yellowed pages.

There was no writing on the yellowed paper, only a picture with blurred outlines, blurred in the water vapor.

In the picture, there is a tall man holding a knife and halberd in his left hand and floating dust in his right hand.

Left half armor, right half robe.

The left face is black and the right face is white.

Wuli couldn't help laughing when he saw it, "Why is this? The painting is so ugly!"

"Is there any clue?"

"Well... this is the real demon that our demon cultivators enshrine. When we first started, everyone had a copy of this. At first, some people believed it. Later, we realized that it was just an ancient legend."

After all, no one has ever seen a real demon, just as there are thousands of Taoist priests cultivating immortals, and they have never heard of a few who have attained the Tao and ascended to immortality.

"Really devil?"

"It's the same as your so-called Taoism and immortality. The magic way we cultivate can also be transformed into perfection in the end. Your immortals are not the only ones outside the Nine Heavens." Wu Li raised his brows, and the corners of his eyes were extremely sharp. "You stinky Taoist priests, what are you doing paying attention to?"

"Don't tell me you want to become a demon too, that's absolutely impossible. With your appearance and temperament, you are more or less like a stone Buddha."

"There is an old friend." The water vapor in the air suddenly swirled violently, Gu Changshi lowered his eyes, and his mind was dark. "he......"

Only then did the water vapor settle down.

He lifted the hem of his blue robe and sighed leisurely. "Make a change." He stretched out and pulled up Moxiu Wuli who was sitting on the ground. "Don't let other people in Jianzong know that you are a demon cultivator."

Wuli's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he couldn't pull it away.

At that moment, Wuli was swept by a mist of water, choking heat surged up from bottom to top, and the ground shook.

The bamboo leaves outside the cave swayed slightly, and the copper bell rang.

The mist cleared, and the sharp-edged young man turned into a nimble little girl, her bright eyes fixed on the man in Tsing Yi in front of her, as if she was much more refined.

In fact, it's still a ruffian.

Even if you are trapped by others, you must be chic and arrogant.

"Stinky Taoist!"

Gu Changshi's eyebrows and eyes were flat, as if he had nothing to do with him. He took off his blue gown, lifted it up, and drew a crisp and neat arc in mid-air with a "click", and finally slowly draped it on the little girl's body.

He suddenly remembered that thousands of years ago, when he was a child.

The man lifted up his battle robe in the same way, covered his head with his hands, and made Zhang Yang at the corner of his mouth.

"I know you like that string of beads, just wait, I'll win it for you."

How much the God of War who is always confident and flamboyant loves to laugh.

"Smelly Taoist priest?"

The delicate voice interrupted Chang Shi's memories.

Changshi didn't go to see him, but just walked out of the cave, a little in a trance.

Sister-in-law followed behind him, step by step.

——The old friend of the stinking Taoist priest is very interesting.

I don't know if it has anything to do with what he was looking for.

Dark red flashed from the girl's eyes.

They walked out of the mist, as if they were going down the mountain in a misty way.The yellow crane stepped across the sky, leaving behind a long cry, shuttled through the mist, and suddenly pierced through the sky like a long sword, rolling up thousands of clouds and waves.

The scent wafting from the stalls wafts slowly, tantalizingly addictive.

The nimble and petite girl ran over, put her chin on the booth, and stared straight at the biscuits spread on the stove.

I want to eat.

The hand of the stall owner turning over the biscuits stopped in mid-air.

The little girl's head is covered with exquisite flower decorations, all kinds of which exude fragrance, but they are all thrown and given away by people along the road.

Seeing the girl's cuteness and pitiful eyes, the stall owner couldn't bear it, so he picked out a sesame seed cake, wrapped it carefully, and handed it to the girl.

"Girl, here it is for you, don't come out alone in the future."

The girl raised her eyes, "Yeah!", quickly took the cake and took a bite, as if afraid of being snatched away.

wolf.

Obviously a person who has just eaten and drank enough.

"Excuse me, how much is the taels of silver?" A voice as flat as water flowed through.

The stall owner looked up, and there was a man in Tsing Yi standing in front of the stall. I don't know whether it was the backlight or some other reason, his face couldn't be seen clearly in the blur.

The stall owner blinked, "Three pieces of silver are good."

"Okay, I'll pay for her." Chang Shi handed over the broken silver taels, turned and left the booth.

The attack is like water, the withdrawal is like water, and the plainness is like water.

Pass without a trace.

"Smelly Taoist priest, take a bite?"

"It doesn't matter." Changshi said indifferently.

The little girl took another bite, gnawing away a large piece by surprise.

Although the biscuits are delicious, they are too bland after all, maybe Wuli likes to eat them.He licked his fingertips.

"Hey, Gu Shitou! You went down the mountain too?"

A young man with red lips and white teeth walked towards him, with vermilion lips and raised eyebrows.

It was none other than Xiaoyao Jianzong Jing Evil Dog Jing Ao.

Behind Jing Ao was a tall and straight young man.

I saw that young man in Xuanyi and Xuanjian, with dark eyes, lazy and flamboyant figure, and that lazy smirk always on the corner of his mouth.

He came towards him.

Gu Changshi clenched his palms tightly.

Just like thousands of years ago.