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The weather in the southern region is about to enter the summer, the weather is cloudy and cloudy, and it is often cloudy and rainy to entertain passers-by. Mo Lingyun is accustomed to holding an umbrella and leaning towards the scene. The inn in the rainy season even has more rooms than the sunny day, so the three of them will temporarily stay in Qiyang City. down.

The sound of the rain falling from the eaves was very crisp, and the air after the rain was cool. Mo Lingyun opened the window and let the damp wind blow into the room. Before enjoying the rain scene outside the window for 2 minutes, he saw a woman wearing an umbrella It fell on the bluestone floor.

The second floor was not too high, so Mo Lingyun jumped out of the window, and helped him up through his sleeve, "Are you alright?"

The woman sighed and said, "It's all right...Thank you, young master..."

"It's fine." Mo Lingyun waved his hand indifferently. His habit of helping others can really be useful everywhere.

When the woman walked away holding the umbrella, the sound of the window opening upstairs attracted Mo Lingyun's attention. Although no one poked their heads out, and nothing poked out, it was the wing where Jing Rong was.

"Master, can I go in?" Jing Rong knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Master, is there something wrong with calling me?" Mo Lingyun poured himself a glass of white water and sat down next to Jing Rong. He has been with Jing Rong for almost a year, and he still understands the meaning of Jing Rong's behavior. .

"That person just now has a demonic aura about him."

"Cough!" Mo Lingyun successfully choked on the water. He wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, not quite digesting the information, "Master, are you saying that she has a monster in her body or that she is a monster?"

"The latter." Jing Rong's tone was still very light.

Mo Lingyun was different, he recalled the stories he had heard before, such as the evil monster eating people, it was breathtaking; if it was not daytime, would he have just staged a Midnight Horror?

Or, that demon has already marked him, waiting to come to take his life at night?

"I... Am I being targeted..." Mo Lingyun's voice trembled.

"Not necessarily." Jing Rong said indifferently, "She is weak in demon power, and she is barely able to maintain her human form."

Seeing that Jingrong was so calm, Mo Lingyun felt a little more at ease, and he poured saliva on himself, comforting himself: "Never mind her, if she really comes to me, I... don't I still have a master?" ?!"

Facts have proved that one should not be too cynical.

It was night, just as Mo Lingyun turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep, the roof of his house was smashed across the wall. The woman he had seen during the day looked at him with blood on her face, and shouted: "My lord!" ,help me……"

Qiyang City is a medium-sized town, but because there are a lot of medicinal materials planted around it, there is no shortage of elixir; many merchants live here, and there are also aristocratic families of cultivation, such as the Qiyang Wang family.

Wang Dian, the young master of the Wang family, has recently taken a fancy to a singer. She has a beautiful face and a voice like an oriole.

Wang Dian spent a lot of money for her, but this singing girl, this singing girl did not leave the court, and repeatedly rejected him because of her existing family.

What are you kidding?When he, Wang Dian, is easy to deceive?

After Wang Dian's investigation, he found that this singer not only had no family, but was also an orphan. Wang Dian was a young girl who wanted to drink like wind and rain.

Wang Jiajia Ding took advantage of the rainy night to make a move, who would have thought that a group of strong men could let the singing girl escape, and now they are searching for people all over the city in the name of fugitives.

The little demon was exhausted in escaping here, she could only hope that Mo Lingyun was a good person to save her.

In the middle of the night, Mo Lingyun knocked on the door of Jingrong's room with a half-dead demon, "Master... is brother there?"

"Enter."

It was only after entering the house that the monster realized that she was asking for help from two monks, and they were still people with unfathomable cultivation...

Seeing Jing Rong who was sitting motionless on the chair, she took two steps back full of horror, just barely kneeling down on the spot, "The little demon has no intention of offending the purity of Xianjun..."

"Hey, it's all right." Mo Lingyun hurriedly reached out to help, it was the first time he knew that his master was so scary, ah no, scaring monsters, but what Jing Rong told him, as long as the monsters didn't do evil, they would follow them It doesn't matter, this little demon is so weak, no one will be harmed.

"We are all good people, don't be afraid." Mo Lingyun smiled without any convincing.

The little demon remained silent, still startled and frightened.

"Uh, well, what's your name, and how did you make it like this." Mo Lingyun lowered his tone.

"The little demon's name is Niaoyao. It is the oriole bird demon. It has never harmed anyone in this life. I implore all the immortals to spare my life..." The oriole bird demon's eyes were filled with tears just by saying that. It's just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den.

"Why do we want your life?" Mo Lingyun choked, and then heard a knock on the door, and was immediately paralyzed by the fright of the bird demon, "Sure...it must be the pursuers of the palace..."

"Senior Brother Mo, Brother Rong, are you there?" It turned out that Duan Changkong was knocking on the door.

Before opening the door, Mo Lingyun warned: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, no one will harm you."

But the reality is that the bird demon was paralyzed by the extra monks.

"Uh...why is there a monster in your house?" Duan Changkong, who didn't know it, glanced at the huddled bird demon, and changed the subject again: "I saw that there was a lot of noise outside, and I was afraid you had something to do, so I came to see it." Look."

"The source of the trouble seems to be her..." Mo Lingyun pointed to the bird demon.

Jing Rong is not a cultivator who wants to take the place of Taoism when he sees a demon, neither is Mo Lingyun, nor is Duan Changkong.

They heard her story from this curling mouth. She was originally a little demon in the mountains, but she fell in love with an honest demon by chance. The life of the two demons is also considered harmonious and beautiful, but her husband has always been scarred recently. Howling in the night.

She couldn't bear her husband's pain, and wanted him to feel better, so she went down the mountain to earn some herbs for him to send back.

Who would have thought that the prince in Qiyang City had taken a fancy to him, but now it is difficult to get out, and it is not easy to reveal his identity.

"Uh, wait, with your cultivation level, you shouldn't be able to transform as you wish, right?" Duan Changkong looked at you suspiciously, this bird demon is at most a foundation-building Dzogchen, why did it transform into form?

"I... I used some cultivation to make up for it..." Curly was a little embarrassed, she was shy by nature, except for a good singing voice, she didn't have any other abilities.

Duan Changkong snorted, and asked Mo Lingyun again: "What do you think, Senior Brother Mo?"

"She didn't do anything evil, so let's save her." Mo Lingyun couldn't bear to see Niaoyou's injuries.

"Then save me." As soon as Duan Changkong finished speaking, the restlessness spread to the small inn they were in.

"Open the door! Search for the suspect!" The servant who knocked on the door was very fierce, and he estimated that they would be able to search their room in a short time.

"What's going on here, you change back to the original form first?" Mo Lingyun glanced at the curl on the ground, she still refused to sit on the stool.

"Little Yaoyao is not strong enough..." Niao Niao felt a little guilty.

"It's okay." Duan Changkong interrupted the exchange and asked, "This is Qiyang City, right?"

"Um……"

Before the exchange was over, the door panel was slapped and banged.

Mo Lingyun quickly pulled the curtain, and Duan Changkong also opened the door.

The servant of the Wang family held a stick, looked at Duan Changkong arrogantly, and shouted: "Get out of the way! The Wang family is searching for suspects!"

"Is it the transfer order from the city lord or the city guard cultivator?" Duan Changkong curled his lips.

"What's none of your business? Don't stand in our way." The leader of the servant looked impatient, and was about to wave Duan Changkong away with his stick.

Unexpectedly, Duan Changkong was fine, he fell over by himself.

"You! You!" The servants waved their sticks and looked at Duan Changkong in dismay. No one dared to stop their Wang family from doing business in Qiyang City, but this guy seemed to be a monk, and the young master's order was here again. If a person is really a monk, it can be troublesome.

"Who gave you the ability to search the house of my Yaowanggu disciple?" Duan Changkong raised his hand, and the green jade pendant in his palm was radiant, and the three big characters of Yaowanggu were engraved in the center.

Now the servants are really panicking, what is Medicine King Valley?The largest gathering place of orthodox medical practitioners is also the old owner of their Wang family. They are just a small family affiliated to the Valley of the Medicine King. If they offend their real disciples...

"Yes... yes, the little ones don't know Mount Tai! Offended the Immortal! Don't blame the Immortal!" A crowd of people cheered when they came, and they were in a panic when they went.

As soon as the person left, Duan Chang put away his aura, turned his head and asked with a smile: "Two senior brothers, how do you think I behaved just now?"

"Good work." Mo Lingyun gave a thumbs up and asked again: "But what did you just take, Junior Brother Duan?"

"Brother Mo, you have the name tag passed down personally. I remember that the name tag of Xuantianzong is really pretty."

Before Mo Lingyun could answer, Jing Rong replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Mo Lingyun, who had won many brands but not the personal disciple brand, was taken aback for a moment. When he lowered his head to look at the bird monster, he realized that the little monster had fainted from fright.

"Isn't it..." Mo Lingyun hesitated to speak, a little confused: "How do you deal with such a big person?"

"Why is this so difficult? Let me beat her back to her original shape." Duan Changkong was eager to try, and even tried to draw his sword.

"Huh? Don't, don't, this is already weak enough." Mo Lingyun hurriedly stopped.

Duan Changkong thought for a while, put away his sword, and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a human or a bird, but we have to leave quickly."

"Are you afraid of being retaliated by the Wang family?" Mo Lingyun looked at him.

"No, it will be troublesome for the whole family to come to visit tomorrow." Duan Changkong, who had dealt with many troublesome relationships because of his identity, sighed.

The prestige of their Medicine King Valley is influential in these four realms, not to mention the family that enshrines them for protection.

Mo Lingyun didn't understand so much, and he never accepted offerings, but he followed Duan Changkong's will, and the three of them and one bird hurried out of the city at night, and the hustle and bustle of the city could no longer be heard.

Duan Changkong looked back at the gate of Qiyang City for the last time, and murmured to himself: "This Wang family actually has the evil deed of robbing civilian women. Our Duan family doesn't need the offerings of such despicable people."

Although it was a few words, it clearly indicated the result that the Wang family would be expelled from the Yaowang Valley.

"It's a folk bird." Mo Lingyun corrected.

"Almost the same." Duan Changkong waved his hand.