birth

Fu Er was very busy. While helping Chu Minghuang clean up his mess, he had to find time to find Xu Jia's whereabouts in Gancheng. And that Chu Minghuang looked like he was letting go, and directly sent the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army to Xu Jia. The unified control was handed over to him, and he was also named the prime minister of the country.

As a result, Fuer hadn't slept soundly for a month, and his eyes were covered with blue-gray, and the originally beautiful Danfeng eyes had three eyelids. His eyelids were already extremely thin, making his whole body look Alienated yet warm, the three eyelids brought out made him a lot closer. When he sat there with his head propped up, when he looked at people, he had a sentimental taste for no reason. Fuer closed his eyes, frowned and rubbed his eyes. Rubbing his temples, the month-long rainy weather was almost suffocating, and he felt a little bored in his heart. The rain was not heavy, but it never stopped. He walked out directly, and someone next to him immediately beat him Protect each other with an umbrella, "My lord, Prime Minister."

Attracted by the sound, Fu Dun paused his steps, his eyes shifted to the side, and fell on the handle of the wooden umbrella. There was a full circle of golden dragon and phoenix dancing pictures carved on the underside of the umbrella handle. He twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling dryness in his throat for no reason, "I can just come by myself, you go down first."

"promise."

Fuer rubbed the handle of the umbrella vaguely with his fingers. His fingers were white and slender, bony, with rounded fingers and neatly manicured nails. At this moment, he was holding the handle of the pure black umbrella handle, shining in the photo, It became more and more difficult for people to move their eyes away. With a flash in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a small white and fat hand holding his hand. Because he was afraid that he would suddenly abandon him, he was clumsily pushing the umbrella towards him. Trying to please him, the "brother" he called out was crisp and sweet, and the corners of Fuer's mouth subconsciously rose a little, and his mood improved a lot. He blinked his eyes, It seemed that Xu Jia was smiling at him with his head up, revealing two small dimples, which was cute and cute.

"My lord, my lord..."

The shouting sound from behind interrupted Fuer's thoughts in an instant, and the raised corners of his mouth turned into a straight line again, straight and unsatisfactory. In an instant, he changed into that alienated and gentle appearance again, and asked Said, "Master Meng, why are you so flustered?"

Meng Zhonglian is the current prime minister, and the "missing" queen is his youngest daughter—Meng Gexing. He controls most of the power in the court and has the absolute right to speak in the court. In addition, Chu Minghuang's whole person is now Crazy, Meng Zhonglian's power has been directly raised to another level, and now all matters big and small in the court have to go through his hands. He was not interested in those intrigues, so when Meng Zhonglian offered to have lunch with him, he directly refused, "Master Meng just speak up if you have something to say, and you don't have to go around in circles."

Meng Zhonglian was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to be so direct, but he returned to a smiling face after a while, "The Prime Minister of the State is always in charge of everything. I didn't want to trouble you at first, but the changes in Beijing and China have intensified recently. I can't get away from the demon clan who is doing evil, so I have no choice but to come to trouble Mr. to help."

When Fu Er heard the word "demon", he was startled suddenly, "What happened in Beijing today?"

"Hey, the matter has to start half a month ago. There are people who keep reporting that someone in the family died unexpectedly. He was fine the night before, but he died the next morning. The strange thing is that the family I didn't hear the sound of thieves breaking in, nor the sound of the victim crying for help, it's so quiet, it makes people panic!" Meng Zhonglian sighed heavily again, as if he was really brain-wracked by this incident , "It's only been half a month, and nearly 30 tragedies have happened this time."

Fu'er's eyebrows twitched, "Then how did Lord Meng know that this matter is related to the Yaozu?"

"The old man went to see the corpses of the victims. There were no fatal wounds on their bodies, but all of them were pale and ashen. It seemed more like they died after being sucked dry by a demon." Meng Zhonglian looked at Fuer with cloudy eyes. , "That's why the old man guessed that he couldn't escape the relationship with the monster race."

After hearing this, Fu Er lowered his eyes thoughtfully, without saying a word.

"However, the old man has asked someone to investigate in private, but the gangster's whereabouts are uncertain, and it is extremely difficult to figure out. In recent days, the spies sent out by the old man have reported that they disappeared every time they followed Pusi Temple. It is related to the quiet pavilion in the Napusi Temple."

Speaking of this, Meng Zhong paused for a moment, as if he was waiting for Fu Er to ask him what the secluded pavilion is, but Fu Er did not follow his words, but instead asked, "I wonder if Master Meng can take me To see the dead body of the victim?"

Meng Zhonglian was taken aback, and kept turning the thumb of his left hand, "This... the old man was afraid that the evil spirit would confuse people's hearts, so he sent someone to burn the corpse a few days ago. But the old man sent a special assistant to examine the corpse, and did not No difference."

"Oh." Fu'er narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of thoughts, "You said that monster has been in trouble for more than several months?"

"Yes."

"Trouble every day?"

"It's... basically."

"Then I will stay on Shangjing Street tonight, please rest assured, Mr. Meng."

Meng Zhonglian's face froze, then he cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Mr. Lao."

It was night, and the moon hung in the sky like a big disc, exuding a faint halo.

Fu'er put away his sword, and sat on the roof with his eyes closed. In an instant, everything around him became small and clear. He could hear the sound of raindrops falling in the puddles, and he could hear the singing of the woman coaxing the child to sleep. The chatter of the guards in the palace can be heard when they are locked.

He doesn't have to open his eyes, but there is a world in his heart.

In a few moments, Fuer's coat was already wet from the rain, but he seemed to have lost all sense of his surroundings, and stood there motionless, quietly, as if he had lost even the sound of breathing. He was almost transparent under the moonlight. .

"呲-"

The sound of drawing the sword seemed to be well integrated in the boundless and dense night, but it quickly and sharply pressed Fuer's tense nerves. In an instant, only a white afterimage could be seen flying to the southwest. run away.

When he saw the figure of an adult man in front of him, Fuer couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he was taken aback, even stopping the movement of drawing his sword. It turned out that in his heart, he subconsciously thought that the gangster was Xu Jia?

Fuer gritted his teeth, his face sank, he seemed to be ashamed and angry at himself for having such a thought.

But the gangster didn't intend to fight him, he jumped out of the window the moment he saw Fuer, Fuer's expression turned serious, and inexplicably a surge of anger arose from the bottom of his heart, he directly drew out his sword to kill that The already broken window was smashed, and he sternly said, "Where are you running!"

But just when he was about to follow out, a sudden sense of powerlessness soaked through his limbs. With a "snap", Fuer propped himself up on the ground with his sword, the veins at his temples bulged, and beads of sweat ran down his cheeks. The temples slid off and landed on the ashes with a few clicks.But in a short time, his eyelashes were already soaked with sweat, and they became more black and curled up, with distinct roots.He didn't feel any pain or itching, but his limbs were sore and limp, his headache was splitting, and he was sweating all over his body. It seemed that his physical strength evaporated with sweat in an instant.Fuer panted heavily uncontrollably, his eyes swept away, and his eyes fell on the incense burner not far away, he clenched his back molars, and with a single sword strike, the incense burner broke in two, " "Kang Dang" fell to the ground, and then he stopped hesitating, and jumped out of the window after taking a step forward.

After only a short delay, Fuer quickly followed the gangster in night clothes, but as Meng Zhonglian said, the gangster disappeared when he reached Pusi Temple, Fuer pursed his lips, and the next moment Then flashed into the temple.

Fuer quickly found the secluded pavilion that Meng Zhonglian was talking about—that attic was incompatible with the surrounding Buddhist temples.

Standing on the periphery, Fuer could clearly see that the surroundings of Youge were covered with spells. Those spells not only guarded against people, but also against demons, and even demons. It felt like rejecting any outsiders. Ordinary intrusion, blunt and strong.But what really made Fu Er stunned was not how advanced these spells were, but these spells—all came from the Wang Shuo School.

Fu'er's hand holding the sword was tight and tight, it was already obvious that someone wanted to lure him to Youge deliberately.

It was easy for Fuer to break these spells, but he stood there for a long time without moving, the night wind blowing his drenched hair dry with coolness, and then soaked again by the icy rain, he kept his head on all the time. In that posture, he didn't move.

After about a cup of tea, even the sparrows on the treetops urged impatiently, Fuer held the door knocker with both hands, suddenly lowered his head and sneered, and then pushed the door open without hesitation.

Knowing that the front is a trap and still rushing into it, people, is it so strange sometimes?

With the sound of "squeak", the door opened, and the dust that had been dusty for several years was stirred up.

But what Fuer didn't notice was that at the moment he opened the door, the round moon that was originally hanging in the sky as thick as egg yolk, at some point, the moonlight shining on the attic was also... dyed blue.