I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Pulling the soul is one of the six sects of the Demon Sect - the entry method of the Nether Sect.

The Nether Sect is good at controlling puppets, and this soul-drawing method is the most basic way to make puppets.

Bewitched by the person who leads the soul, the soul is drawn away, the Taoist body is refined into a walking corpse, and people can only do whatever they want.

Thinking of Wu Huiniang's companions who were very silent along the way and disappeared in Taiqing, and thinking of Bu Ziming's dirty thoughts towards him, he also understands why even divination and trigrams are a big crime in the house.

Feng Yuanjiu's heart was stained with anger, killing intent suddenly arose, and the calm detachment that had always been calm was tinged with a bit of coldness.

Deng Tuzi unscrupulously admired the different style of the beauty under the moon, with a half-smile: "Do you have a plan?"

Feng Yuanjiu did not deny it, nodded and said: "I have a little guess."

Deng Tuzi played with the plain silk handkerchief, and asked, "Isn't it a little troublesome?"

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes, measured the moonlight reflected on the leaves under his feet, and nodded slightly.

Deng Tuzi gave a low laugh, pointed at Feng Yuanjiu's pointed chin with his fingertips, forcing Feng Yuanjiu to look at him, and jokingly said, "Look at this sad little man, please call me, brother, I will help you. Please send it to Hetiandao."

The goodwill that had just been born was immediately discounted.

Feng Yuanjiu flicked Dengtuzi's hand away, and took a step back, with a slight anger on his beautiful brows, he said distantly: "It's really unnecessary."

Deng Tuzi, however, loves Feng Yuanjiu's appearance very much, and his eyes are unscrupulously tracing the facial features that have grown into his heart, with a half-smile: "Sooner or later, you are not an outsider, why bother to see outsiders?"

Feng Yuanjiu misses the sword that was broken just now by this apprentice: "It's not my wife either."

Dengtu Zilang laughed, his long eyebrows slanting into his temples, and his deep and sharp phoenix eyes were full of wanton expressions: "Although there are some troubles, if you insist on being my wife, you don't want to be my wife." Can't."

Without the sword, there is the tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell that Feng Yuanjiu was playing with in his palm instantly turned into the size of a brick.

Weighing the weight of the "white jade brick", Feng Yuanjiu calmly measured Dengtuzi's forehead, and said without any fuss, "You think too much."

The more he looked at this man, the more he liked him. Deng Tuzi sighed regretfully, and he didn't know what stopped his reckless temper.

Deng Tuzi asked Feng Yuanjiu in a rare serious manner: "Do you want to get rid of this lure?"

Of course, I want to!

One must know that even though Yinhun Yin is an introductory method of the Nether Sect, it is quite difficult to understand, and there is nothing he can do at present.

Deng Tuzi's words really hit Feng Yuanjiu's death spot, Feng Yuanjiu's eyes looking at Deng Tuzi seemed to be coated with a hazy starlight, which was very dazzling.

only……

Feng Yuanjiu and Dengtuzi looked at each other for a while, but they questioned each other: "We met by chance, why should I trust you?"

Deng Tuzi smiled, with rippling in his eyes as silent as an ancient pool, he said casually: "You really have no conscience. Don't mention the good night we spent together in the ruined temple before, just say that tonight, I am from the beast first. Saving your life in the tide, and telling you about the soul-drawing, in a short while, it is two life-saving graces, and you still say that we met by chance."

Deng Tuzi's voice paused slightly, and he looked at Feng Yuanjiu with a half-smile: "It hurts people's heart."

Feng Yuanjiu turned his fox eyes lightly, and in Dengtuzi's eyes, he was full of charm: "I want you to know that even if you don't save me, I won't perish."

Deng Tuzi's eyes were glued to Feng Yuanjiu's face, reaping the pleasant demeanor, and he sneered: "Little idiot! It's probably the first time you've seen a one-eyed stone ape."

Deng Tuzi was sure, Feng Yuanjiu did not refute.

With that face like a banished fairy, Deng Tuzi wore a domineering and uninhibited temperament, and the words he said were actually somewhat bitter: "The one-eyed stone ape has sharp claws and tough skin, and is good at capturing human souls. Those who look at each other are all sucked souls and turned into walking corpses. The records in "Wan Yao Zhi" may be a little exaggerated, but the eyes of the Cyclops are really tight, and your cultivation is as close as one foot Staring at him inside is tantamount to delivering food to your door. If I hadn't acted in time, you would have been fed the soul of the one-eyed stone ape by now and become the waste in the belly of all the monsters. Playing tricks?"

"It's not coquettish."

"Oh? That's presumptuous?"

"..."

"Or are you proud of being favored?"

Behavior is so unscrupulous, and the magic gate is also called the spirit gate. This is really a demon cultivator!

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes lingered on Dengtuzi's handsome face for a moment, secretly said it was a pity, pointed to the square silk handkerchief in Dengtuzi's hand, and said bluntly: "If you return the square silk handkerchief in your hand, I may believe it."

Dengtuzi smiled, and put Sipa directly into the Qiankun bag.

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

Deng Tuzi smiled and asked, "Or did we meet by chance?"

Feng Yuanjiu said expressionlessly: "No."

Deng Tuzi said again: "Call Brother Sheng to listen."

Feng Yuanjiu looked at Dengtuzi indifferently, but said nothing.

Deng Tuzi teased Feng Yuanjiu with great interest: "I spared you the pain of losing your soul twice, why don't I call you a brother?"

Seeing that the disciple was talking more and more vigorously, but he didn't say a serious word, Feng Yuanjiu simply spread a piece of leather on the tree crown, sat down with his seals on his hands, and meditated.

Some people get more and more enthusiastic the more they talk to each other, it is better to let him shut up after talking.

Anyway, this person has a lot of friendship with the Feng family, so he probably wouldn't do anything to him, even if this person wanted to do anything to him, he would be powerless to resist.

Deng Tuzi smiled, stopped teasing Feng Yuanjiu, lay on the canopy with his hands on his pillow, and looked at his beauty under the moon.

The moonlight is melting, and the beauty is like a heng, looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is really lovely, and I want to keep it for myself.

It's a pity that such a lovely beauty can only be seen but not touched.

Deng Tuzi sighed regretfully, stretched out his foot and kicked Feng Yuanjiu's knee, and asked again: "Do you want to undo the lure?"

Feng Yuanjiu closed his eyes and opened his eyes, a rare expression of helplessness appeared on his calm and clear face: "There is nothing to repay."

This time, Deng Tuzi didn't say any more nonsense, and said with a smile: "I want to hear you play the piano."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, looked at his eyebrows that seemed to be softened by the moonlight, and did not move.

Deng Tuzi retracted his gaze, looked at the stars in the sky, and said, "You play the piano well and can meditate. I've been a little irritable recently. You can play a few more songs to help me calm down. When I get rid of my impetuosity, you can help me get rid of the entanglement." Soul guide."

This man looks really good-looking when he looks serious, it's really hard to refuse.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at Dengtuzi silently for a moment, and made a trick to clean his hands with a splash of clear water, set up the piano case, put the piano on, burned incense and stroked the strings.

Moxiu has always sought freedom based on his own heart. Although he enters the country quickly, he is the easiest to give birth to demons.

Hearing what Deng Tuzi said, Feng Yuanjiu knew that this person had gone wrong in his practice, and all he played out were the meditation songs in the "Secret Book of Immemorial Heavenly Music". It's over.

Although there is no matching method, and it is impossible to manipulate the mind with piano music, the effect of concentrating and meditating is not bad.

The leisurely sound of the piano dripped from the fingertips, as if the world was at peace.

Deng Tuzi picked the wine gourd from his waist, watched his beauty under the moon take a sip of the fairy wine, then closed his eyes and listened.

Together with the sound of the piano, the dryness that has been pent up in the chest for many days seems to be relieved, and the two true energy in the body that have been refusing to give in to each other gradually calm down like a brat who has been soothed.

Rare comfort and peace.

Dengtuzi's qin sound accompanied the wine, and he heard the rising sun from the moon and the sky.

When the first ray of sunlight fell on Feng Yuanjiu through the gorgeous morning glow, Deng Tuzi watched Feng Yuanjiu, who had not changed his sitting position all night, took another sip of the immortal wine, put away the wine gourd, and stood up. Walking to Feng Yuanjiu's side, he leaned over and touched the strings of the qin and said, "It's all right."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his head slightly, looking at the person standing in front of him with the backlight, he was a little puzzled, he was still the same person, but somewhat different.

Deng Tuzi seemed to read the confusion in Feng Yuanjiu's heart, and chuckled lightly: "When the sun comes out, you are no longer my beauty under the moon."

As expected, this person was serious for only a quarter of an hour, Feng Yuanjiu had the urge to pick up a sword and a brick again, but the next moment, his right hand was held in the palm of Deng Tuzi.

Indeed, Deng Tuzi's fingertips landed on both sides of his palm, and he pinched it vainly, without using much strength, but he was very polite, so that the fingers looked extraordinarily slender.

Feng Yuanjiu looked calmly at the hand that was neither too fat nor too thick, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Deng Tuzi gave a low laugh, squeezed Feng Yuanjiu's hand with slight force, and turned it into a palm facing the sky, with the ink-colored true essence lingering on the fingertips, brushing the cherry red on the Yubai fingertips, eliminating the swelling on the fingertips pain.

Seeing those hands become as beautiful as porcelain again, without asking Feng Yuanjiu if it hurts, as if he was a different person, he let go of his hands very measuredly, looking at the rising sun with his hands behind his back, he rarely said a word Serious words: "You have a good temper with me, if you are destined, you should be able to become a close friend."

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't agree with her in his heart, but he didn't refute, and only put a faint smile on the end of his eyes.

Deng Tuzi untied the wine gourd from his waist and drank a mouthful of immortal wine.

The immortal wine that the monks nearby could hardly obtain with tens of thousands of spirit stones seemed to be inexhaustible in his hands, and the gourd of wine did not bottom out even after drinking it all night.

Feng Yuanjiu sniffed the scent of wine that was blowing into his breath with the wind, and said tentatively: "I heard that this fairy's wine can make you forget your worries, but is it true?"

Dengtuzi glanced at Feng Yuanjiu calmly, and said calmly: "It is said that you can forget about drinking when you are drunk. I have never been drunk, so I wonder if I can forget my worries." After finishing speaking, Dengtuzi looked at Feng Yuanjiu. Feng Yuanjiu smiled, "Didn't you ever get drunk? Why do you still ask me?"

Feng Yuanjiu said calmly: "I have never drank wine before, so I have no way to compare it, so I don't know what is so special about that immortal wine."

Dengtuzi gave a low chuckle with unknown meaning, and wiped his hand on the Qiankun bag at his waist, and there was a delicate white jade gourd the size of a palm in his palm.

Casually stuffing the white jade gourd into Feng Yuanjiu's hand, Deng Tuzi said: "Then taste it carefully."

Feng Yuanjiu played with the white jade gourd, unplugged it and sniffed it, the aroma of the wine turned his face and he was almost drunk.

Deng Tuzi couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yuanjiu thought about the preciousness of the immortal wine, so he didn't bother with him, and directly put the white jade gourd into the Qiankun bag.

Deng Tuzi put his hands on Feng Yuanjiu's waist, and led him to step on the golden reed and walk against the sky.

Seeing that Feng Yuanjiu didn't show any resistance at all, he couldn't help but laugh and tease: "So you're leaving with me, aren't you afraid that I'll just take you back to be your pet servant?"