The general and his spoiled wife

August [-]th, the night of the full moon.

The moonlight poured over the vast land, the bright light fell on the high eaves, and the ancient iron gate was faintly engraved with animal-shaped imprints.

But in the blink of an eye, the full moon was concealed, and the wind rose from the west without warning and blew across Yuzhou City.

It was raining heavily, and every family lit candles and gathered around the dinner table to celebrate the reunion.He was beaming with joy, but he didn't know that there were demons dancing wildly outside.

Tengluo Street, Ten Mile Lane, a dilapidated and gloomy courtyard.

The eaves stand tall, the rainwater flows down the eaves, the rust on the big iron gate is washed into the rainwater, and different people come from all directions.

The iron gate was opened, and a tall and thin man in a cloak came to the small courtyard first. He patted his sleeves and sneered: "These people, slow down!"

Before the slow words were scattered in the wind and rain, a long and ecstatic laugh followed: "The grand gathering of butchers, don't we judge the heroes first and foremost, ghost hand Shura, don't come here without any harm."

The gorgeous woman was wearing a blood-red robe, and her exquisite figure made the man's eyes narrowed into dangerous lines: "I don't know who it is, it turns out to be the most shameless Yan Sanniang, don't talk to me, you are too noisy!" .”

"Noisy?" Yan Sanniang was unhappy: "Who do you dislike?"

As she spoke, she heard a thunderclap spreading through the wind and rain. She put her hips on her hips and raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "Are you still too noisy? If it's not enough, let's make two more noises?"

"Presumptuous! Are you provoking me?"

Who doesn't know that Ghost Hand Shura is famous for his madness, women are bold, and they are not afraid at all: "You look like a ghost, who are you scaring? Do you really think you are invincible in the world by wearing a cloak? I am too lazy to talk to you, otherwise, Ah!"

"Yan Sanniang, if you talk like this, you are looking down on me."

Ghost Hand Shura lightly brushed the rainwater off his sleeves: "What's wrong with the cloak? If you have the ability, you can try to cut a hole in this cloak here?"

As powerful as the attack power of Ghost Hand Shura's hands, his cloak's defensive ability is as strong.

Yan Sanniang sneered and said: "Is it a fool to be an old lady? If I really want to kill you, then it's not a matter of tearing a tattered cloak."

"You... rampant!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, why are you arguing? How can an old lover be so incomprehensible when they meet?"

The Dao Killer flew towards the courtyard with his eyes closed, and when he landed on his toes, he heard Yan Sanniang yelling, "You blind man who pretends to be blind is spewing shit out of his mouth again! Believe it or not, I've gouged out your eyes!"

Dao Sha Dao was dressed in black clothes, his smile faded after hearing the words, his eyes slowly opened, murderous aura overflowed from those eyes, and the atmosphere tensed involuntarily: "Stinky old girls, can you say something again?"

"Fart! Are you the one to shout about the stinky old girls? Clean up my mouth!" Ghost Hand Shura slowly closed his fingers.

Seeing that his eyes were not looking good, the Patriarch of Killing Dao twitched the corners of his lips lightly: "It's so cheap."

In a word, he successfully scolded the two of them, Yan Sanniang's blood-red robe instantly swelled up, and before the battle started, a continuous sound of the piano resounded all around.

The three of them raised their heads at the same time, with surprise on their faces: "Qin Rubik's Cube painting! Why is she here?"

The sound of the zither split into strings of rain, and a woman was seen holding the qin from a distance, her fingers stroking the qin, the strings vibrated, and the people present were suddenly speechless amidst the notes all over the sky.

Qin Mo walked in the rain, and said leisurely: "Arguing, keep arguing. Fight, I am here to cheer you up."

Add to the fun?

Who dares to see blood in the sound of the piano demon?

Dao Sha Dao's words were more respectful: "You came out too?"

Fang Hua suddenly pressed the strings, the sound of the piano stopped, and the rain was intertwined again. She said: "I am not the only one who came out, those old and immortal people have really slow legs."

"Oh, Xiao Fanghua, you are wrong, respect the old and love the young, how can you have no rules?" The old man walked out of the rain screen calmly with a cane.

Yan Sanniang was so startled that she took two steps back, bowed cautiously and said: "I have seen Master."

"Excuse me, I'm lucky that you still remember being old."

The old man looked at the big iron gate with his cloudy eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "This place is old and dilapidated, and Fengxie's taste is as bad as ever. It feels aggrieved that the Dao Dao Festival will start in such a desolate place."

"Then according to the old man, where should we choose for this grand meeting?" The young man, wearing a wedding dress and a gold belt around his waist, suddenly flew down from the roof.

The old man smiled and stroked his beard: "Mr. Xilang is here too."

Mr. Xilang asked him triumphantly: "Is my wedding dress not bad? I just took it off a groom's official body."

"Looking good, very energetic." The old man treated him very kindly.

The young man known as Mr. Xi Lang squinted his eyes and turned his head to ask everyone present: "What do you think? Is it good-looking or not?"

The boy has an excellent appearance, with a narrow waist, the one that Yan Sanniang likes.

Yan Sanniang turned her waist lightly in front of him: "It's very pretty."

The young man raised her jaw and said with a smile, "I just like to hear beauties tell the truth."

Ghost Hand Shura glared at her: "Frivolous and vulgar!"

"It doesn't make sense."

The young man was radiant, and he tilted his head and said: "The person I praised, you said she was lowly, with ghostly hands, how noble are you? When I was suppressed back then, I remember that one of your two hands was crippled by Daozi. , you don't even want the other hand?"

Everyone present, who was not suppressed by Daozi back then?If you want to talk about shame, no one can escape.

The ghost-hand Shura said coolly: "It's better to lose one of my hands than Mr. Xi Lang to kowtow and confess his guilt?"

The young man didn't think it was disobedient, and said straightforwardly: "What's the matter? Kowtow can solve the problem, who wants to give up a hand? Besides, who of you has the ability to be unscathed in front of Daozi?"

"Don't talk about the son, the world has changed, and if you mention the Tao again, it will be troublesome for no reason." The old immortals who have been calling for a long time came side by side, and the small courtyard was overcrowded.

The big devil and the little devil gathered together this time, speaking in order according to their seniority. At the Tudao event, Tu was before the Dao. The old man Wuxuan with the most experience sat on a wicker chair and asked lazily: "Where is Fengxie? He organized Why did everyone come to this grand event, but he disappeared?"

Everyone looked at each other, unable to answer.

Wu Xuan sighed: "Then leave him alone. Come, let's talk about the achievements the big guy made all the way here."

"That's too much, let me go first."

There is a group of immortals sitting in town, and everyone speaks in an orderly manner.

500 years ago, in the era when Taoism was flourishing, not only the heavens and the earth proved the Tao, but also evil spirits and crooked ways were flying all over the sky.

As for the catastrophe of Xingchengu's destruction of Dao, it was a pain that neither the righteous nor the evil would want to recall.

After 500 years of hard work, they finally broke out from the declining formation. There was no Tao in the world, and the power of Dao Seal was greatly reduced.

This time, they came to this strange world with infinite confidence.

The world is strange, and so are the four seas.But the war between Tao and Tao will never stop.

After chattering, the old man Wuxuan said with a serious face: "Now there are twelve Taoist masters in the world, and we have counted thousands of calculations. We didn't calculate that the way of chess will be the top. Why don't you tell me, Tu Dao Tu Dao, we here Where should the butcher's knife fall first?"

"Daozi..."

"Slap!" The old man slapped across the air and said angrily, "In this world, Taoism has long since disappeared!"

Don't blame him for being annoyed, it's really a nightmare in the past, all thanks to Daozi.Daozi is not only a Daozi, but also a genius who has not been born in the world for 300 years. The rise and fall of Taoism depends on her alone.

Of all of you here, which one has not lingered in front of her?And which one is not afraid in the bottom of your heart?It has been 500 years, and the holy land of Taoism is gone. How dare you mention Taoism?

The man covered his face and closed his mouth, retreating back not daring to speak.

Mr. Xi Lang smiled and said: "Let's start from Qi Dao Mountain. I heard that the Taoist master of this generation is a young and beautiful girl. I just like married brides, why don't you grab them?"

"Tsk, have you inquired about it? This young master of chess is not only young and beautiful, but also the queen of the world. Speaking of which, we have encountered many obstacles along the way. Who is the emperor? Kill him!" he!"

"I agree. Kill him, kill him!"

Amidst the din, Qin Mo Fang drew: "The inheritance of Qi Dao Mountain is immortal, and the protective array is complete. It is better to start from the way of peeking at the sky. I saw those people who were not pleasing to my eyes 500 years ago. I spy on the secrets all day long and talk about it. ,bother."

"Then start from peeking into the sky?"

"It's fine, it's fine! If not, it's fine to destroy the Dao of Hehuan first!"

"Acacia Road?"

The small courtyard fell into a dead silence.

The old man Wu Xuan coughed: "It's all about He Huan Dao. It's not like you don't know Zhi Xian's temper."

Acacia Taoist branched strings, and said, only Taozi's integrity can be broken.

How can we pick up the hard bones first in the slaughter event?

If you can't move, you can't talk about it.Going back 500 years, He Huan Dao was thrown into evil ways by Dao Zi's words, and since then he has been the leader among all evil spirits and crooked ways.

Taoist Hehuan is good at everything, and everyone likes her.But Zhi Xian, this person has a biased heart, and turned his back on the battle, otherwise they wouldn't have made such a miserable situation.

The Dao of Hehuan is not acceptable, the old man Wuxuan said perfunctorily: "Then let's destroy the current Daoist first."

"The scenery of Qidao Mountain is good."

"The Sutra Pavilion in Qidao Mountain is also good."

"Then the way of destroying chess?"

"It's gone, it's all coming, so scare them!"

The atmosphere was warm, and people excitedly drew up dozens of slaughter plans.

The big iron gate was suddenly pushed open, everyone looked back and said in surprise: "Feng Xie, why did you come here?"

The demon monk Fengxie looked very much like a holy monk full of benevolence. His cassock was no longer as shiny as before, and before he could speak, blood overflowed from his lips.

Seeing this, the surroundings were silent, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

500 years ago, Fengxie pushed open a door in the same way in a trance, and was beaten by Daozi until he was left breathless.

In the world 500 years later, there is still someone who can hurt Feng Xie?

This……

Mr. Xi Lang put on a straight face, walked up quickly, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Feng Xie's lips turned white, and panic flashed in his eyes. He shouted with all his strength, "Daozi... Daozi is not dead!"

"what?"

The old man Wuxuan froze in place, and everyone became gourds with their mouths sawn off.

"The seal of the Dao is still... the seal of the Dao!" Feng Xie fell into the rain and completely passed out.

The previous enthusiasm turned into coldness, and there was absurdity everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the wind was torn apart, the heads of all the demons scattered like birds and beasts, and people went to the empty courtyard.

The heavy rain overwhelmed Fengxie demon monk, and after a while, Mr. Xilang left and returned, leading him away in a panic.

The so-called massacre event was nothing more than a ridiculous laughing stock in the end.

On Cang Qiong Mountain, after listening to his subordinates' report, the man in black stared at the huge astrolabe and remained silent for a while.

Her eyes were heavy, and she couldn't help sighing: "A bunch of idiots! It seems that I still have to take action to accomplish these things."