Master sees my hairy

Jiang Lanyue nodded: "It's really strange."

"Master, will you repeat the previous spells?" Xi Feng asked suddenly.

In the painting environment of Chonghuan Tower, Zheqing used this kind of magic to reenact the past between him and Mu Yunge.

"Huh? How did you know there was such a spell?" Baizang couldn't help asking curiously, "This is not a serious spell."

"..." Xi Feng choked for a moment, he didn't understand what was wrong, so he could only vaguely say, "I've seen others use it."

Bai Zang nodded thoughtfully, without asking any more questions, turned around and extended his hand to Jiang Lanyue: "Lanyue, lend me some spiritual power."

Just now when Xi Feng heard him say that this is not a serious spell, he already believed that the master would not know how to do it. Unexpectedly, he actually used it.

Back in time not too long ago.

The Song family sat around the table, and the maids took turns serving dishes, filling the table.But the expressions of these people are not happy, especially Song, the corner of his mouth is about to fall to his chin.

There is still a vacant seat below, which should belong to a junior.

After the dishes were served, Mrs. Song said to the last maid: "Go ask Miss to eat again."

The servant girl responded and left, and she said to the juniors opposite: "Little girl, everyone who cultivates immortals is all charlatans! You brothers don't stop me, and accompany her to go out all day long. Everyone knows that Ling'er is a crazy girl, how can she marry in the future!"

"Mother..." A young man couldn't help but refute her, "Mingyin is an upright fairy sect, not a liar. Besides, Ling'er was born with a fairy bone, and Elder Mingxin is willing to accept her as a disciple. How many people ask for it?" Those who can’t ask for it can’t be compared with those ordinary people.”

Another boy also said: "Yes, mother, don't be angry. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Since my little sister has this fairy fate, don't worry about it. This is her good fortune."

"Good fortune!" Song was so angry that he dropped his chopsticks, pointing at the two sons and yelling, "I don't care if you can grow so big? Cultivating immortals, one or two want to cultivate immortals, just rely on you? Dung beetle I want to go to heaven! What nonsense Mingyin, a bunch of liars! Harm my child, I will die!"

Probably because this was often performed at the dinner table, the teenagers immediately fell silent collectively, lowered their heads to eat, and stopped messing with this firecracker-like old lady.

After waiting and waiting, Song Ling'er, who was said to be wearing a fairy bone, finally came.

It's impossible to tell if she's immortal or not, but this little girl is indeed out of this world.At the age of [-] or [-], he was already tall, thin and straight, with a steady pace, and walked over to sit down meanderingly, ignoring everyone, with a calm expression on his face.

Her appearance made Song even more angry.

"After dinner, Matchmaker Zhang will come over. Don't make a face like you're going to die. Be smart!" Song took a breath and continued to point, "There are still these clothes, change that one." Go pink! You are white from head to toe, if you don’t know, you’ll think your father is dead!”

Master Song just raised his head to speak, but was stared back by Mrs. Song.

Song continued to talk non-stop: "If you are really capable, serve Matchmaker Zhang well and ask her to tell you a good marriage, so that you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life, and you can also help a few older brothers."

The young boy interjected again: "We have hands and feet, how can we need my sister's help?"

"Shut up! Did I tell you to talk?" Mrs. Song flicked her eyes.

Hearing this, Song Linger finally smiled coldly.

"Being the daughter of your family... It's really a sin in my previous life." She said lightly.

These words completely annoyed Mrs. Song, she jumped up, grabbed a rice ball and threw it at Song Linger, but the little girl dodged it lightly.

"You...you..." Song Shi was so angry that she couldn't speak, pointing at Song Linger's hand shaking non-stop.

Master Song hurriedly stood up to support her, and then winked at his daughter, telling her to go out first.

But Song Ling'er didn't seem to be able to see it. With a flip of her wrist, there was a piano in her arms out of thin air.Now everyone was stunned, staring straight at her.

Song Ling'er who was holding the qin didn't say anything, and seemed to be plucking the strings casually without any intention.The sound of the piano she played was also out of tune, but it carried huge spiritual power, and the scope spread to the entire Song Mansion.

The young boy closest to her couldn't hold on first, and fell down clutching his chest.

Blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

The Song couple, who were a little older, persisted until the end.At this time, Mrs. Song's face was covered with blood, and she could barely stand by holding on to the table. A stream of blood flowed out of her mouth, and she couldn't speak at all.

Song Linger did not intend to let her go.

The string was pulled out by her, turned into a sharp blade under the blessing of spiritual power, and frantically attacked the two elders, leaving bloodstains all over her body.

About fifteen minutes later, the Song couple died under the torture-like pain.

The culprit, Song Linger, put the piano into her body and clapped her hands: "It's boring."

She turned around and walked out, her figure suddenly changed, and she became another person in an instant.

A white-haired man with a white veil covering his face.

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40. Mingyindu ([-])

After reading the past, Xi Feng asked: "Is he the mysterious white-haired man Mingyin?"

"It's hard to say, the appearance can be changed." Baizang paused, and then said, "But the 'impermanence' in the old man's mouth refers to him, so there should be no mistake. White hair and white clothes, white gauze covering the face, waist There is also a skeleton skull hanging, and it is reasonable for ordinary people to see it as Bai Wuchang."

With the sword in hand, Jiang Lanyue said angrily: "Mingyin, the leader of the five sects of the Immortal Sect, actually hides such a devil, and he must not be tolerated like this."

"No hurry, no hurry." Bai Zang pressed down his sword, "Let's see how Mingyin handles this matter first. No matter whether it was done by Mingyin's disciples or not, this murder happened on Mingyin's territory, and they will never ignore it Bar."

Xi Feng thought that they might really ignore it, after all, there wasn't even a Mingyin disciple outside.

After leaving the Song Mansion, after a short rest, Luo Wuhuan and Jing Lan came from Suzhou to meet up.

"Hey, Daoist Jiang, long time no see." Luo Wuhuan greeted Jiang Lanyue.

Jiang Lanyue cupped her hands in salute: "I have met Master Luomen."

"You're welcome. Junior brother, I brought an old acquaintance to see you." Luo Wuhuan said, carrying a thin and small man from behind, and pushing him to Xi Feng.

Xi Feng took a closer look, this is not Yan Ruyu, the owner of the book store.

Yan Ruyu called out in embarrassment: "General Xi."

At this time, he was very different from when he was at Xieyang Pass. He was dressed in light purple and white Mingyin high-level disciple clothes, with fluttering sleeves and jingling rings, and a coral hairpin was pinned on his head, which was extremely gorgeous.

"Mr. Yan." Xi Feng patted him on the shoulder, "This general thought you were an honest man."

"General Xi, I really didn't lie to you. Besides, haven't I already sent you Jiang Lanyue's paintings?"

When the name was suddenly called, Jiang Lanyue showed doubts: "What painting?"

"Hahaha." Luo Wuhuan pushed Yan Ruyu to Jiang Lanyue's side again, gloating, "Let me introduce you, this is one of Yunya's five sons, Jiang Lanyue Jiang Daoist."

Yan Ruyu: "..."

Luo Wuhuan asked Jiang Lanyue: "Jiang Daochang, how are your painting skills? Do you have any works?"

Jiang Lanyue was already thinking about it, she shook her head and said, "I don't know how to draw."

Yan Ruyu looked like she was about to cry, she grabbed Xi Feng's sleeve and did not let go: "General Xi, I really don't know, I just want to resell some money, what kind of painting scene and painting demons really have nothing to do with me ah."

"Still not admitting it?" Luo Wuhuan frowned, "Then tell me, why did Suzhou City fall into the control of the painting demon? The whole city is full of strong demon energy, don't say you don't know about it!"

"What?!" The three people on Xi Feng's side were all shocked. In just three days, Suzhou City has fallen?

Haoran sword came out, Jiang Lanyue held the sword across Yan Ruyu's neck, and asked sharply: "What are you Mingyin planning?"

Just at the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Jing Lan, who had never had any sense of presence, suddenly reminded: "Be careful."

This Yan Ruyu is used to some low-level tricks, just now when he was questioned by Jiang Lanyue, he had already quietly touched a flashing bead in his sleeve, and while everyone was not paying attention, he crushed it, and a burst of white light dazzled everyone, what are you doing? All gone.

After the effect of the flashing beads passed, the surroundings had changed dramatically.

"This bastard!" Luo Wuhuan spat, "We were brought into the painting world by him."

Bai Zang tilted his head to see that Xi Feng, Jiang Lanyue, and Jing Lan were also there, he felt relieved, and said, "He has a way to freely enter and exit the painting environment, and he really has colluded with the painting demon."

"It's all said that I can't wrong him."

Things have come to this point, and there is no other way but to try our best to break through.

Everyone looked around, but they didn't see where it was.It was Luo Wuhuan who recognized it, and said with a smile: "This is actually Mingyin's delicacy island."

Xi Feng: "Treasure Island? Why is it called such a name?"

Luo Wuhuan shook his fan, pretending to be deep: "You don't understand this, do you? Delicacy is also food, so the island of delicacy is the place where food is born."

Xi Feng suddenly realized: "Oh, it turned out to be the kitchen."

"Yes." Luo Wu laughed happily.

Just as I was planning to explore the depths of Zhenxiu Island, a purple figure ran over from the ferry behind me. It was a female disciple of Mingyin: "Stop running around, the general election is about to start, hurry back to Mingyin Island go."

After she finished speaking, she took a closer look at these people. When she saw Jiang Lanyue, her body shook, and she immediately saluted: "Elder Mingyue."

Jiang Lanyue didn't know why, so she nodded inscrutablely: "Yeah."

Fortunately, the female disciple left after delivering the message.