The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

Before Cheng Zailan stepped out of the mansion, he saw Song Zixuan and Duan Qingyu, who had left in embarrassment last night, leading a dozen women, children and children to file in. Behind the crowd, Guan Mo was holding a six or seven-year-old boy in his arms, with a rather worried expression on his face. From time to time, he turned his head and looked behind him.

The person who can make Guan Mo care about, except Meng Qianxun, Cheng Zailan can't think of anyone else.His eyes couldn't help looking over, expecting that white figure to appear.

The simple white jade hairpin is inserted obliquely into the hair, the body is loosely wrapped in moon-white brocade brocade, the brocade belt is worn around the waist, and the light-colored boots are flowing gold. In this desolate and miserable place, only Meng Qianxun is still dressed brightly, It's no wonder that Duan Qingyu spoke rudely last night with such reckless disregard for the eyes of the world.

When the white figure approached, Cheng Zailan couldn't help frowning, the slanted jade hairpin was still there, but the moon-white brocade was slightly messy and mottled, the phoenix eyes were slightly drooping, with a lethargic expression, Meng Qianxun's face was as pale as before. Paper.

"Where have you been? Who are they?" After a few quick steps, Cheng Zailan stopped Meng Qianxun.

Meng Qianxun slowly raised her head slowly, and said lazily: "I went to the town to check the situation, I brought them back along the way..."

The footsteps did not stop, Meng Qianxun went around Zai Lan and continued to walk in. He got up and went out when he was ugly this morning. Now he just wants to go back to the room quickly and sleep with his head covered.

Cheng Zailan frowned even deeper. The group of people that Song Zixuan and Duan Qingyu brought back just now were skinny but clear-eyed. It could be seen that the evil poison had been cleared away. Looking back at the people who didn't even bother to close the door and fell asleep on the bed, Cheng Zailan turned to the south courtyard of the mansion.

Tai Town was dead silent, and there had been no fireworks for several months, but at this moment, the south courtyard, which was supposed to be empty, was billowing with smoke.

"Ri Lang, why are you still not well? The main pavilion is waiting..." A hurried female voice sounded in the silence.

"Yuehua, the pavilion master didn't remind you, why are you so anxious, wait a minute, the porridge is not thick enough." The man's voice was calm and peaceful.

"Is this not thick enough? Rilang, don't use the standard of decocting five bowls of water to make one bowl of water to cook porridge..."

"almost the same."

"Oh~, isn't it?" The woman in green clothes turned around and brushed her forehead exaggeratedly, her eyes that were about to drop suddenly lit up, and she flew in front of the person.

"Pavilion Master, come and take a look, this porridge is ready..."

"Pavilion master." Mingyan and Xingchen, who had been leaning on the porch pillar and watching Rilang and Yuehua toss a pot of water and rice, saw Cheng Zailan approaching, hurriedly and solemnly bowed their hands in salute.

Ri Lang, who was immersed in poking the fire, raised his head when he heard the sound, waved the dead branch in his hand, and said with a smile: "Pavilion Master, wait a moment, half a quarter of an hour will be ready."

Cheng Zailan nodded, looked at Yuehua who was dissatisfied with his mouth curled up, and said, "Yuehua, look at the black clouds covering the town, when will it disperse?"

Yuehua raised her head, and replied quite seriously: "Pavilion master, if ordinary little monsters do it deliberately, they can release poisonous gas that can stun human beings or even kill them. Everyone in the clan can be cured, but the demonic poison that covers a radius of ten miles and lasts for a long time like Taizhen can only be produced by powerful demons casting spells. As for dispelling the demonic poison... Yuehua only knows one way... "

"how?"

"Kill the monster that spreads the poison."

Yuehua raised her head and stared at the dark sky, with a worried look on her face. Although she is a half-demon, she has been growing up in the world since she was sensible. It used to be such a peaceful town, where her mother held her little hand and pampered her. Putting the plum blossom candy into her pocket, suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in Yuehua's blue eyes.

"My God, Pavilion Master, look, there seems to be a blue halo under the black clouds over there..." Yuehua pointed at the sky with wide eyes and exclaimed.

Cheng Zailan, Xingchen, and Mingyan hurriedly raised their heads and looked in the direction Yuehua was pointing at. Even Rilang, who bowed his head to make a fire, dropped his work and hurriedly stood up and looked up at the sky.

The black clouds were like a canopy, thick and oppressive, and the haze was like night, covering the sky and the sun, but at this moment, Cheng Zailan saw a blue light at the edge of the black clouds.

The soft blue luster is faintly hidden under the black clouds, quietly guarding the sky above Tai Town from the spread of evil poison.

"What a powerful protective barrier, it spreads over the entire sky of Tai Town." With a simple and honest voice, Ming Yan sighed with admiration.

Ri Lang opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and stammered: "When did this happen, I, why didn't I find out..."

Apart from Cheng Zailan, the calmest person present was Xing Chen. He held his chin, pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "Pavilion Master, the enchantment above the town should be set up by members of the Xuanling Clan. As far as I know, the power of Xuanling people is distinguished by color, pure and bright blue is the most, followed by sky blue, light blue is the strength that most adult Xuanling people have, and light green is the weakest... Unexpectedly Such a blue and clear enchantment unexpectedly appeared in one night, the mysterious and powerful master of the Xuanling clan, Xingchen also wanted to see its demeanor..."

"I want to too..." Yuehua stared blankly at the blue sky, her blue eyes filled with admiration.

Clear luster, faint halo, if you don't look closely, the thin layer of blue light is almost undetectable, Cheng Zailan looked up at the sky in rapt attention, his expression gradually became serious.

Last night, the respect of the Xuanling tribe to Meng Qianxun, Feng Youran's lingering questions and last sigh, and the fleeting blue sharp blade that saved him from the tip of Hua Ji's sword in Baihualou, all the pictures are in Cheng Zalan's eyes. Played them one by one in my mind... Finally, it was fixed on Meng Qianxun's slightly dirty white clothes and the same pale face...

With indescribably complicated emotions, Cheng Zailan stiffened his body and faced the looming blue light in the sky, his deep black eyes gradually glowed with a cold light, and the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart and deliberately avoided for a long time resurfaced.