After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

A Zhuo walked through the clouds on the top of the peak, and looked at the scenery in the mountain. The night was as cool as water, the moon hung lightly, and the distant stars shone dimly as if covered by thin smoke, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.

Jing Zun was by his side, gently waving his sleeves to push away the strange red flowers for him, and accompanied him to the wooden pontoon bridge where the mountain wind was blowing, and then turned around, looking forward from afar, at the clinging tree whose lights were gradually dimming. Learning Hall.

The people around him also looked back, remained silent for a while, and walked over in a strange way.

He stretched out his hand to stop him: "Are you really going?"

A Zhuo passed through his arm, turned to look at him quietly, his eye feathers touched his face lightly.

It's a pity that I only saw the empty night in the mountains.

Accompanied by the cold wind, he continued to walk forward, passed through the teaching hall, and lingered a few steps outside the door of the Library Pavilion on the back mountain. He saw that the disciples who had studied before were gone, and the ever-burning lamp inside was covered with dust. The decision was made, and the attic fell into darkness.

Wipe away the dust, and watch the shining light spread out and fall on the corners of the attic.

He walked up to the attic with the lamp in his hand, looked at the books layer by layer, and then walked down slowly, bypassing the bookshelves, behind which was a storage room for daily storage of sundries.

Not finding any clues, he turned and walked out.

This storage room has no window sills and is airtight, but suddenly there is no wind in his sleeves, and it drives a pile of sundries onto a painting scroll. The scroll falls to the ground and rolls to his feet.

He leaned over to pick it up, but the silk ribbon of the scroll was not tied properly, and it shook off as soon as he lifted it up, throwing out fine dust.

He looked at this painting and couldn't help smiling. In the past, the senior brothers were fined to draw pictures of mountains and rivers and asked him for advice. They worked hard, learned a lot, and later handed in jobs, but... it seems I didn't pay much attention to handing it in for coaching, and threw it in the sundry pile, and probably didn't look at it carefully.

This "Mountain and River Picture" was completed by the three of them together. The senior brother drew the houses, buildings, curved water pavilions, the ghost king drew mountains, rivers, water, flowers, grass and trees, and the demon king drew people, but they didn't really look alike. The pavilions, towers, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees can still be seen, but those people... It is not too much to say that they are demons and ghosts.

At that time, the demon king said: "It's really not like a human being, because there are too many to be lazy to draw, and the ink dots are thrown on the back. Anyway, the proportion is very small. I can't see the face clearly. It's okay."

As for being able to make a difference, it is estimated that the coach does not want to embarrass them any more, nor does he really want to embarrass himself.

He looked at it for a while, thinking about the past, and then closed it.

Jing Zun stood beside him and said softly, "Since it's opened, let's take a closer look."

He couldn't hear it, he caressed the pavilion and building, slowly rolled up the scroll, and when he rolled it halfway, he felt that something was neglected, he was silent for a while, and then opened it again, he heard a dull cry of pain in his ear.

His hand trembled, and the scroll fell to the ground. He searched around and listened carefully to the sound, but he couldn't hear anything.

He walked around the storage room a few more times, knocked on the bookshelf, and listened against the wall, but he couldn't hear the sound again.

So he picked up the painting and wanted to look at it, when he heard a light cough behind him.

Without looking back, he slowly closed the painting.

Jing Zun returned to the halberd before the footsteps approached, Fang Fang settled down, suddenly felt that the storage room was suddenly covered with a barrier, this is a closed seal, the person who came didn't want people to hear him, Jing Zun I can't use my spiritual power to break the barrier, and I can't perceive the outside situation for a while.

The sound of footsteps approached, a strand of clothes swayed by, blue clothes with white patterns, this was the attire of Master Zhao Yanshan, but he could only shake his head and said: "Brother."

The footsteps stopped, and when he turned his head, the visitor had returned to his original appearance.

Jiang Xuexing's complexion was very fair, like ice and snow, with a graceful and luxurious appearance, with coolness in his eyebrows, he walked slowly to the front, took the painting from his hand, rolled it up slowly, and tied it with a silk ribbon, Caged in the storage bag in the sleeve: "Let you go, why don't you go?"

"I'm leaving, and there is no rescuer to move." If the senior brother can't break through the barrier, he can't think of anyone else who can resist now, so he can only take the risk alone.

"Do you have to send rescuers?"

"Teacher is in trouble, don't sit idly by."

"Teacher?" Jiang Xuexing sneered, turned around and sat on a small chair, his gaze passed over his hand, "How did the marriage contract be destroyed?"

"As soon as you take it off, it will fall off." A Zhuo also moved a small chair and sat down.

The face of the person in front of me is a little bit embarrassing: "I can't take it off after wearing it for thousands of years."

Ah Zhuo looked at him seriously: "Because you don't have love in your heart."

"I don't need it." Jiang Xuexing's eyes were misty and distant, "I thought it could protect you, but you destroyed it yourself, anyway, since you refuse to leave, just stand with me. You are also the prince of the sharks, you should take up your responsibility."

Ah Zhuo sighed softly: "What are you going to do with Zhaoyan Mountain?"

"Xianmen is only the first step."

"I won't do what you ask."

Jiang Xuexing said neither in a hurry nor in a hurry: "Do you know that my name is written on the wedding stickers for the Ghost King in the upper realm?"

This is also the reason why Yan E had to go to him before, how could he not know, Yan E also questioned, since the marriage contract can be transferred, why must someone's name be written.

Jiang Xuexing said: "If I transfer the marriage contract to you, I will no longer be protected, and if you destroy the marriage contract, I will be the first to be punished. My parents have been gone for thousands of years, and I have been able to take care of me and live on. If the jade button disappears, he will die soon."

Ah Zhuo's expression changed slightly: "Did I harm you?"

The other party got up and didn't answer, just continued: "Do you know how Xue Nu and I sent so many mermen out of the black water quickly before the arrival of the fairy gate?"

Even if the sinking sand formation is completely untied, if the merman race under the black water wants to come out, they still have to take that small boat, which can only carry four at most at a time, and it will take a long time to carry out thousands of merman races. .

But before Xianmen heard the news and went there, they had already brought these many people out.

Jiang Xuexing said: "I'm lucky. I met an old man who was punting a boat on the black water. His boat can be big and heavy. One boat can carry a thousand people. I'll catch him and ask him to carry us." He laughed, "I heard from him that he was originally the person in the painting. He walked out of the painting because of you. He also made a special trip to repay your kindness by rushing from the Demon Race to the South China Sea."

A Zhuo's face was pale: "So, I am responsible for the escape of the shark race."

Jiang Xuexing played with an inkstone on the table, and said in a calm tone: "Actually, the old man refused to carry us, but he had no choice, he was no match for us, and after carrying all the people over, he angrily lit the boat with torches. and himself, both burned."

A Zhuo clenched his hands tightly: "If he hadn't come to save me, he wouldn't have suffered such an innocent disaster."

The other party stood up and put his hand on his shoulder: "You are actually doing your duty. Without you, we couldn't escape so smoothly, so let's bear it to the end."

Ah Ju clenched and loosened his hands, his body trembling slightly: "That's not my wish."

"But you can't get away with it."

"I……"

He remembered that when the demons were taming the wind arrows, Hu Yiqing muttered that only fierce people could tame the fierce arrows. He couldn't figure it out at that time, but now he felt that right and wrong cause and effect can be traced.

Jiang Xuexing's time limit is approaching, he is the chief culprit, the mermaid race quickly fled and occupied the fairy gate, he is an accomplice, and because of this, he killed the old boatman who came to repay his favor.

After going around and around, the mermaids still escaped, and the plot points in the book have not changed.

It's just that the book said that he was buried in the South China Sea, and it was the senior brother who released the mermaid tribe.

However, at this time, the brother disappeared in the South China Sea, and he was related to the release of the mermaid tribe.

The plot in the book does not seem to have changed, but everything is different.

Jiang Xuexing raised his hand from his shoulder and stroked his hair instead: "From now on, you will protect the clansmen."

His mind was in a mess, and he grabbed the ever-burning lamp on the table in a panic: "If what you call guarding means leading them to invade the fairy gate, then I don't want to."

Getting up and about to leave, Jiang Xuexing let go of his hand, looked at the lamp in his hand, and said slowly: "Do you know why the ever-bright lamp can burn for thousands of years?"

He stops.

Jiang Xuexing said slowly, "Because the burning oil in it is of extraordinary quality, just one drop of this kind of oil can burn for several years, and it will last for a long time." He took a step forward, approached A'zhuo's ear, and said softly, "This oil is from a shark. Corpse oil."

With a "bang", the lamp in Ah Zhuo's hand fell, and the gloomy light leaked out from the lamp and fell to the ground.

The person in front of him continued: "Look at Zhaoyan Mountain, the three main peaks and eighteen red peaks, the back halls of each hall, and every road and trail, how many ever-burning lamps are there for thousands of years?"

The gloomy light flowed to his feet, A Zhuo stepped back suddenly, took a few steps back and turned to open the door, but was blocked by the barrier and couldn't get out, so he slammed on the door in a panic.

Jiang Xuexing raised his hand to undo the barrier, he staggered out, stumbled out of the library pavilion, facing the road leading to the teaching hall, the trees on both sides were full of shade, and countless long-burning lights stretched all the way, illuminating the night clearly, but he just wanted to step back.

In the past, he held the ever-burning lamp in the illusion of the fairy gate, and saw the scenes of killing each other with his seniors. Those images reappeared in front of his eyes for no reason, which made him unsteady on his feet, and he turned around and stepped on the dark path in panic.

Halfway through the walk, he looked up and saw the bright lights on the trees on the side of the road, and fell down again in shock, falling into the deeper and dew-heavy vegetation, panicked but felt that there were bright lights all around him, turning around him non-stop, he couldn't look at them, only Feeling the burning pain in the palm, the streaks of red light burst out, like the strange red flowers floating in the sky above the mountain, and together with the lamp, they circled around him, trying to devour him with their teeth and claws.

He rushed back to Luoyue Peak, but the lamp could not be extinguished by ordinary methods. He fell on the edge of the desk, tremblingly drawing Meng Chenjue, kept drawing, covering the lamps one by one, and the lights were no longer on. Flashing, the entire Luoyue Peak fell into a dark silence.

He still wanted to draw, picked up the pen and kept writing, but suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he fell down by the desk.

The moonlight was dyed bloody by the red flowers, and the water flowing under the wooden pontoon bridge was still in an uproar, echoing in the empty and dark Luoyue Peak.