I am a tripod

Naturally, the rabbit wine could not be finished, and Lin Yunqian was dragged by the demon spirits to sit by the campfire.

Although it was daytime, there was a fire.Roasting over the fire, the meat was a delicious caramel color, shiny with oil, and took on a different sheen as it was turned.The aroma of barbecue drifts with the wind, giving infinite motivation to the demon spirits who build houses around.

Seeing that Lin Yunqian was safe and sound, everyone was very happy.

From the gossip of the demon spirits, Lin Yunqian probably understood what happened after he left Zuiyao Peak.

After Lin Yunqian returned to Yaoxian Valley, Zuiyao Peak was at peace for a while.Mei He is still the old man who doesn't care about anything.Jing Xiuqi occasionally came to teach Mei He's apprentices, most of the demon spirits would hide from Jing Xiuqi, only the hangover like Rabbit Dayao could not hide from being seen.

But Jing Xiuqi has long been used to the demon spirits coming and going on Meihe Peak, so he opened one eye and closed one eye.Even if the demon spirits come to find a comfortable place with plenty of aura, they won't be too idle to go to the disciples of Guizhen Sect.The days are peaceful.

—All changes happened on the day when the magic cultivators invaded.

There is a certain distance between Zuiyao Peak and the entrance of Small World.If the demon spirits want to escape, they have plenty of time to escape.

But they chose to fight against the demon cultivator, fighting for the chance to escape for the disciples of Guizhen Sect.

The cultivation bases of the demon spirits are not necessarily high, but they each have their own abilities, so they can deal with the demon cultivators.It's just that they only wanted to let the disciples escape, but they didn't expect that the demon cultivators had already prepared in layers, waiting at the outer gate of the Guizhen sect, and directly arresting the disciples of the Guizhen sect who left.

When Mei He heard about this, his eyes turned red with anger.

In the end, Zhou Simiao, who had always been unwilling to get involved in common affairs, opened the door of another small world with his heart and soul, allowing the disciples of the Guizhen sect to hide in, and only then was able to save the lives of a small number of disciples of the Guizhen sect.

Seeing that the disciples of the Guizhen sect were leaving in a hurry, the demon spirits also fled for their lives.

They knew that the Cultivator Continent was no longer a place to live for a long time, so they simply fled back to the demon world.It's just that the demon world has long had a clear division of territory, and they had nowhere to go - a relatively difficult life.Fortunately, solidarity is better than acting alone, no matter how difficult it is, nothing will happen.

"Then master and them?" Lin Yunqian couldn't help asking worriedly.

Besides Mei He, there are also Cen Yan, Diyu, Huan Hanfei...all of them are his precious classmates.

"I don't know." Qian Jiao shook the huge snake head.

"Elder Zhou Taishang used his heart and soul and hurt his lifeblood. Jing Xiuqi wanted to take him to seek medical advice. Boy Mei was worried about that Jing, so he followed him." Lu Gu sighed when talking about this matter. .

Nowadays, the cultivator continent is in chaos, and even if they want to find someone, they can't find anyone.

"Yun Qian, don't worry, Mei Xiaozi's fate card is fine." Ginseng Demon comforted.

Lin Yunqian understood that no news is the best news, so she relaxed.

Now this island is the domain of Moxiu Mu Chuhan.As for whether there was ever a master, Lin Yunqian didn't know.But now it can be used as the site of the Guizhen Sect to re-establish the Guizhen Sect.

Apart from the demon spirits of the Guizhen Sect, Mu Chuhan also found many disciples of the Guizhen Sect.There are inner doors and outer doors, but Lin Yunqian doesn't know most of them, or has even seen them.But when these disciples put on the uniforms of the Guizhen sect again, Lin Yunqian's heart was still warm.

He felt the tenderness from Mu Chuhan.

Hope to meet the master soon.

Lin Yunqian didn't specifically inquire about the news about Dream Blood City, but the matter in Dream Blood City was too topical.

It was two months later, when Lin Yunqian left the island, and saw a storyteller in a teahouse telling the story of Dingxia vividly.

"If you want to talk about that Ding Xia, he is really as good as his grandma." The storyteller is a magic cultivator with fierce teeth and sharp teeth. Hold your breath.

The thin scholar held his fan tightly, his face was green and his lips were white, but his eyes were shining with excitement.The little baby at the other table was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the peanuts falling out of his mouth.The running hall deliberately stands not far from the stairs, so that it can not only listen to Mr. Shu's stories, but also take care of the guests upstairs and downstairs.

Lin Yunqian sat at the side corridor of the hall on the first floor, ordered a pot of tea, a small plate of peanuts, and waited for the demon spirits who came out with him.The demon spirits all went shopping, Lin Yunqian had nothing to buy, so he just found a place to sit, but he didn't want to encounter a storyteller telling about the deeds of Ding Xia.

No one knows that he is Ding Xia, but everyone knows Ding Xia.

This feeling is really a bit indescribably wonderful.

"The city lord of Dream Blood City is eight feet tall, as fat as a buffalo, with two scarlet blood eyes open, revealing eight sharp fangs. The city lord of Dream Blood City is good at formations. He has thousands of hands at his disposal, and he can also control the entire— The people in Dream Blood City." After the storyteller exaggerated the news about the city lord of Dream Blood City, he immediately changed the topic, "That Cauldron Hero is just—only such a small amount of bronze cauldron spirit."

The storyteller compared his knees.

Lin Yunqian: "..."

No matter how short and chubby the bronze tripod is, it has the height of Miduo.This storyteller is just a middle-aged man who has just passed - meter seven.To say he is only knee-high is a bit of an understatement.

The city lord of Dream Blood City was not even eight feet tall.Bachi is more than two meters.

But the tea drinkers sitting in the shop and listening to books love to listen to this kind of struggle with disparity in strength. They are so engrossed that they don't even dare to breathe, waiting for the storyteller to continue.

The storyteller was very satisfied with the concentration of the tea drinkers, and he didn't pause for too long, and described vividly: "According to the first-hand information I collected. The city lord of Dream Blood City learned that Dingxia was made by the Butian Stone, and immediately led several Tens of thousands of black bats headed for the place where Ding Xia stayed. The sky was covered by the bats, and the sky was dark. The blood rolled on the ground and thickened into a sea, with nowhere to settle."

"The eight-foot-tall City Lord of Dream Blood City sits on his flying throne, pointing, just this one finger." The storyteller pointed his index finger at the opposite inn, "The inn immediately disappeared without a trace !"

The last two words were so fast and heavy that the child gasped in fright.

"That didn't really disappear." The storyteller described it slowly in a terrifying and treacherous tone, "It was thousands of bats gnawing on the walls and pillars, and completely eating up the inn at an extremely fast speed."

The tea drinkers were really startled, and the goosebumps came out uncontrollably.

Lin Yunqian paused for a while while drinking tea, which was in line with it.I think Mr. Storyteller has done his homework.

Hello Mr. Storyteller - talk about it.Obviously it was a battle of less than an hour, but the storyteller insisted on saying it was three days and three nights.It's just that there are more bats and more ghost hands. The storyteller insists on depicting the grand scene that shocks the world, weeping ghosts and gods, and even the gods are frightened to poke their heads.

Lin Yunqian even suspected that the tripod man mentioned by Mr. Storyteller was not him, but someone else.

After finally talking about the passage where Ding Xia defeated the city lord of Dream Blood City, the storyteller sipped his tea to moisten his parched throat.

"And then?" The tea guests couldn't wait to know the ending, and urged, "What did Ding Xia do after he defeated him? Did he cut the lord of Dream Blood City to pieces?"

"A thousand cuts to pieces can't relieve hatred. He must pull out his fingernails piece by piece. Doesn't the city lord of Dream Blood City have thousands of ghost hands? Just pull out his fingernails." The ten-year-old child was filled with righteous indignation. road.

- The mother next to her covered her mouth and smiled, and didn't think there was anything wrong with what Moxiu's son said.

"What stupid things are you talking about. Those ghost hands don't feel pain." After the tea guest explained, he felt that he was stupid enough to refute a child's childish language.

"Sigh. Speaking of this matter, I am quite worthy of the name Dingxia." The storyteller pretended to be hesitant, showing off enough.

The tea guests all wanted to know the ending, and couldn't wait to throw magic stones and materials on the stage, all of which were rewards for the storyteller.Sitting next to Mr. Storyteller was a seven-year-old kid who was also a weasel and half-demon cultivator, who was responsible for tipping tea pickers.

Lin Yunqian also wanted to know the answer, so she casually threw something on it.

Mr. Storyteller clasped his hands in all directions, and then continued: "Dingxia didn't kill the City Lord of Dream Blood City, but abolished the cultivation of the City Lord of Dream Blood City."

"Good job!" - The famous swordsman slapped the table, causing the long knife on the table to bounce.

"Let that damned Dream Blood City Lord absorb the cultivation of so many people. It's really satisfying." The pale scholar held the folding fan and asked urgently, "And then?"

"Then? Ding Xia left." The storyteller shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go?" The tea guests looked at each other, expressing their incomprehension, "What do you mean by that, let me explain clearly."

Mr. Storyteller spread his hands, "Just leave. Ding Xia - don't search for the original treasures of the city lord of Dream Blood City, second, don't become the new City Lord of Dream Blood City, and third, don't oppress the people and ask for property. After abolishing the cultivation of the city lord of Dream Blood City After that, Ding Xia just turned around and left Dream Blood City."

The storyteller pretended to leave and walked a few steps, but he knew that the ending was not enough to make the tea drinkers happy, so he walked back, "Dingxia is gone, but the people in Dream Blood City will not let the former city lord go. .”

Tea drinkers—Listen, I immediately knew that there was still a good show ahead.They no longer whispered to each other, and listened to Mr. Shu's speech with their ears pricked up, for fear of missing a word.

"Those people who have been oppressed by the city lord of Dream Blood City for many years have found an opportunity." The storyteller described it while making poking movements, "When Dingxia just left, the people in the city did not dare to go out. They are still hiding behind the window , behind the door, looking out like a dumb mouse."

"They know that the outside is safe. But how dare they dare. They are blood slaves who have been harmed by the city lord of Dream Blood City for hundreds of years." The storyteller said—slapping his thigh, which successfully aroused the resentment of the tea drinkers.

"Isn't it? It's too much to raise Moxiu as a blood slave. If I were there, I would definitely give that Dreaming Blood City lord two swords." The swordsman said.

"Young hero, don't get excited. Even if you go, I'm afraid there won't be a place for you to strike." The storyteller lightly waved his fingers and smiled calmly.

The author has something to say: Lin Yunqian: Is this tripod hero me?

Mu Chuhan: The filter is on

Mercury retrogrades the moon, the words are written, but the computer fan broke down, and it was disassembled for a while, and now it can barely be used, but a new fan needs to be replaced.I'm taking medicine during this time, so I won't stay up late for the time being, and I'll make up the poor chapters tomorrow.