Master sees my hairy

Just a little favor. "

"Who the hell is that!!!"

Xi Feng roared so loudly that the ground under his feet trembled.

Hei Mist flinched: "Who is it... You should ask him."

After speaking, he just ran away.

After a few breaths, the old abbot in cassock appeared in front of them out of thin air.

"Master!" Jun Xing, who had been hiding behind Bai Zang just now, ran out, stumbled into the old abbot's arms, and wiped his snot and tears all over his body.

The old abbot stroked the back of the young monk's head lovingly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Master..." Junxing couldn't catch his breath and kept apologizing.

Bai Zang looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned to Xi Feng who was beside him with a dejected expression on his face: "Hug?"

"..." Xi Feng touched his nose in embarrassment, and turned his head away silently.

And just when they were slacking off, something happened suddenly——

The old abbot's hand caressing Jun Xing's body suddenly became a claw, piercing into Jun Xing's body from behind, and plucking his heart.

Jun Xing looked at his master in disbelief, his body softened, and he slowly slid to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, still tear-stained.

"You?!" Xi Feng thought of Hei Wu's words just now, and secretly regretted his carelessness just now.

The person in front of him might not be the old abbot at all.

"Hahahaha..." The old abbot let out a series of laughter that didn't belong to him, and then transformed into that cloud of black mist again, "We meet again, Young Master Xi. ——Did I guess right?"

Bai Zang Qianji fanzhan, took half a step forward without any trace, and protected Xi Feng behind him: "If you want to chat, you might as well show your true colors."

The other party glanced at Baizang: "Thousand Machine Fan... Jueyingmen is a good place, but unfortunately there are not many people there, and the owner of the gate is still a boy with no hair. It's not worth the Lord Mozun's trip."

Demon?

Just as Bai Zang was about to ask again, he saw a short arrow with sparrow feathers falling from the sky, passing through the black mist and nailed to the ground, making a crisp sound of shattering stone slabs.

"Are you saying that no one has full hair?"

Looking up, Luo Wuhuan and Jinglan stopped in mid-air on the mechanism Xuanque, and beside them were Jiang Lanyue and Songtingxue who were walking with swords.

They were vaguely encircling, surrounding the black mist in the center.

The black mist kept trembling, looking terrified.But with the lessons learned from the past, Xi Feng and Bai Zang would not believe him.

Soon, a white and slender hand stretched out from the black mist.

"It's such a big show, I'm really flattered."

When he walked out of the fog, everyone was stunned.

This painting demon... actually looks like Yan Ruyu.

He tilted his head and smiled, and stroked his temple hair: "You guys are really... lingering ghosts."

74. Gusu Night (Fifteen)

This tone of voice, this sly demeanor, is undoubtedly the Yan Ruyu who tricked them into the realm of Mingyindu painting.

"It's you!" Luo Wuhuan pointed at him with a fan, gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely catch you this time!"

Huamo curled the corner of his mouth in disdain: "Then you come."

Surrounded by so many people, there is no fear. The demon behind him may be stronger than they thought.

Xi Feng frowned, but he was concerned about something else: "The real Yan Ruyu was killed by you?"

In fact, Xi Feng didn't have much impression of the thin and gentle boss of the bookstore.He doesn't like to read, and he doesn't go to Yan Ruyu's book shop except for routine inspections.Going in to hide from the sun that time was indeed an accident. I didn't expect so many things to be involved.

But what if he didn't go?The real Yan Ruyu just disappeared into the world, no one will remember his existence.

No one remembers his "Gusu Menghua".

The painting demon snorted, and said coolly: "You mean Yan Jinyu? He doesn't even dare to do what he wants to do, dare not fight, what face is there to live? Why don't you give me such a good skin like Bai Xia? ~"

Xi Feng sneered, and Han Chuan's knife flashed, pointing directly at the opponent's throat: "Then, what right do you have to bluff in his face?"

"Qualification?" Huamo Yan Ruyu touched her face and said with a smile, "Isn't strength enough to explain everything?"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him!" Jiang Lanyue at the side couldn't listen any longer, Haoranjian drew a sharp sword flower, and stepped forward to fight Yan Ruyu first.

Yan Ruyu took a few tricks to dismantle him, and then a qin appeared out of nowhere in her arms. The golden strings plucked in the air, and with him as the center, several powerful sound waves swayed.

The sound waves spread over, and Bai Zang quickly fell down the barrier, but found that these sound waves did not have offensive power.

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you. Just enjoy this Gusu Menghua."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ruyu turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated, leaving only this ethereal voice echoing in Hanshui Temple, making people's teeth itch with hatred.

The little monk Junxing was still lying on the ground, with a hideous blood hole left in the back of his heart, and the shock of being finally killed by the master's hand remained in his eyes.

Xi Feng walked over without saying a word, closed his eyes, and carried him to the Bodhi tree in Hanshui Temple for burial.

"The protagonist is gone, what should we do?" Luo Wuhuan asked.

Jun Xing, the protagonist of "Gusu Menghua", is dead, Brother Rong has been completely demonized, and even the author was killed by the painting demon. In this way, the previous clues are all broken.

Bai Zang said: "But the painting environment is still there, there must be another way to leave."

"There is already a solution. Didn't he tell us to 'enjoy this Gusu Menghua'?" Song Tingxue said leisurely beside her.

"what do you mean……"

Song Tingxue raised her hand and dropped the teleportation array: "Go back to the city and have a look."

……

Gusu City is still shrouded in night, and there is an endless stream of tourists in front of Kuixing Temple.

"It seems to be back to normal?"

Baizang released his spiritual energy to investigate, then nodded, "The Nandouhua magic circle has disappeared."

Not only that, those big mantises and red lotuses that were demonized earlier seemed to have never appeared before, and even the bone-burning fire that Xi Feng released did not leave any traces.

It's as if someone has turned back time to a time when everything hadn't happened yet.

Song Tingxue looked up at the statue of Kuixing, the white silk covering her eyes was blown by the night wind, as if trying to catch something.

"Is this the painting demon?" He said, "Control a world and ordinary people as you like."

Bai Zang: "That's right, the painting environment is originally created by the painting demon, and the painting demon guarding the boundary can completely control everything in the painting environment."

Song Tingxue suddenly turned her head and asked Bai Zang, "Why?"

Bai Zang: "..."

However, Song Tingxue didn't seem to want Bai Zang to answer him, so she turned her head back and said to herself: "Is the human race doomed to be enslaved and bullied because they are weak..."

"No, that's not the case." This time Baizang replied seriously, "Compared to the fairy, demon and monster race, the human race is indeed weaker, but they still stubbornly survived and multiplied on this land for thousands of years. There is a national city and a technological civilization. In a sense, this is the most powerful force. Therefore, I believe that the future of the human race will definitely be great."

It was rare to see him speak in such a tone, and everyone couldn't help showing a little surprise.

In Xi Feng's eyes, he gradually overlaps with the boy Baizang in the black and white dream.

Even though he is no longer a doctor, Bai Zang still cares about the common people, loves and trusts them.

"Master." Xi Feng couldn't help but stepped forward and took Bai Zang's hand.

Bai Zang looked into his clear and hot eyes, felt the heat in his palm, and suddenly felt that his four thousand five hundred years were worth it.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them became more and more intolerable for a third person to intervene, Luo Wuhuan quickly stood up and said, "Okay, we have to break through as soon as possible to save the people in Suzhou, don't waste time, let's find clues separately Bar."

After speaking, he pulled Jinglan away.

Song Tingxue thought about Bai Zang's words, let out a sigh, and followed Jiang Lanyue to leave.

More and more people came to Kuixing Temple to worship Kuixing. The bustling crowd squeezed them close together, and they couldn't stand still anymore.

"Go out and have a look?" Xi Feng asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing the tender atmosphere.

"it is good."

During the Qiqiao Festival, there are no fewer people on the street than in Kuixing Temple.

"My lord, let's buy a lantern!" A girl carrying a lantern smiled sweetly at Xi Feng, "While holding a lantern, you'll be more skillful!"

Dou Qiao?

Although he didn't know what kind of activity it was, Xi Feng took a look and found that the people on the street were indeed holding lanterns.

He said: "Master, you choose one."

Bai Zang looked at the lanterns carried by the girl one by one, almost getting confused.Finally, he took a white fox from above and came down: "This one."

The girl oopsed: "Young master, why did you choose this one? This fox was made by my sister when she was just learning. It's a little out of shape. I didn't want to bring it, but she insisted on me."

"It's okay, that's all." Bai Zang seemed quite satisfied.

Xi Feng knew the reason.

This white fox is chubby, with pointed ears and a big tail, coupled with the red flame pattern between the eyebrows, it looks like a little burning bone.

"Then take this." Xi Feng took another white rabbit lamp for himself and paid for it.

The girl accepted it happily: "Thank you son, we have been together for a hundred years!"

The sound of "Hundred Years of Love" struck Bai Zang's ear like a thunderbolt, he didn't expect to be regarded as this kind of relationship, so he quickly separated the hand he was holding with Xi Feng.

Xi Feng curled his fingers subconsciously, but only caught a wisp of cool wind.

Does Master care about...

Bai Zang didn't notice his small movements, and even raised the lantern in his hand to look at it again and again, his eyes were full of unconcealable liking.

Is that how you like Burning Bones...

Xi Feng felt more and more unhappy.

After thinking and thinking, he simply reached out and took the Burning Bones Lantern from Bai Zang's hand, and then handed him his own White Rabbit Lantern: "Master, let's change it."

"Huh? What's the matter