long night walk

Chapter 710

Under Yunrong's smiling and questioning gaze, Taohuamao'er's lazily narrowed eyes widened little by little, looking at her with an extremely humane look and an unbelievable meaning.

The hairs on his back also exploded one by one.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, she opened her eyes and said nonsense: "Look at this little peach blossom, I am so happy that my hair is about to fly."

Yun Rong was originally thinking that these days, she has been taken care of by this kitten, and all she can return in return is a few sweet dates.

Now there is a little daughter-in-law delivered to the door, let her say, the beauty of being a cat, the most rewarding is not bad.

It's just that Yunrong didn't understand the cat's various habits, and thought it was fluffing up, just like the woman said, it was so happy that the fur was about to fly.

Yun Rong stretched out her hand to stroke Tao Hua's head, and wrapped her arms around its waist, trying to hug it off her body.

"Meow--------"

Taohua's cry was so shrill and heartbroken, her limbs and claws grabbed the clothes on Yunrong's shoulders tightly, and her beard trembled with anger.

Those who didn't know about this movement thought that some innocent woman from a good family in the house was being forced into prostitution by the wicked.

Women see this.

Well, I didn't like her Cuihua.

Yun Rong was also taken aback by its big reaction, so she had no choice but to loosen her grip, looked at the woman and said helplessly, "My peach blossom is still young, I'm afraid I haven't thought about finding a wife so early."

The woman laughed dryly, hugged the little female cat who was screaming bitterly, looked at Tao Hua who had already hidden the cat's head in Yunrong's shoulder, and she looked regretful: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

After distributing the herbs from door to door, and returning to the jujube tree, Yun Rong raised the cat's stamina, looked it up and down for a long time, and said, "I can't tell, you little thing has quite high eyesight, and that sign is correct. I don’t even like the little female cat, maybe she already has a daughter-in-law, and she is guarding herself like a jade for your female cat?”

'Peach Blossom', who had been noisy for a while, became extremely quiet now, looking at her quietly with water-blue eyes, the color of which was unpredictable for no reason.

For some reason, Yun Rong felt a little guilty because of this little look.

She took out a jujube and fed it to the cat: "Okay, don't be angry, if you don't like it, then don't mess with other little female cats. Today I will deliver medicine. I got a new jug of wine. Do you want to taste the peach blossom?"

The cat's eyelids are wide open, and there is nothing to love in life.

This nickname of Peach Blossom is more and more easy to pronounce.

On weekdays at Baituo Mountain, Yunrong likes to dance sword at night when she is drunk, her half-drunk, half-light, half-dream, half-awake state of mind is the easiest for her to realize new sword techniques.

It's just that it's hard to get the Xuexue Sword now, the old sword is gone, and drinking alone under the moonlight, it is inevitable that he will be a little lonely.

From the west to the moon, one person, one cat, one pot of wine.

Yun Rong has a good capacity for alcohol, but the cat next to him is very careless. After taking two sips, he staggered and rolled down the small slope like a cat with its tail in its arms.

Seeing Maoer's drunken state, Yun Rong couldn't help laughing, this little Taohua is just like his junior brother, he can't drink well, and when he gets drunk, he rolls around everywhere.

After drinking a pot of turbid wine, Yunrong picked up the kitten that had rolled away, stuffed it into his sleeve, leaned against the jujube tree, and fell asleep peacefully.

The life in Xiaozhoushan is ordinary and poor, but Yunrong can settle down anywhere and enjoy himself without suffering.

Tasting the fireworks in the world slowly, watching everything for a long time, without worrying about the brows, sleeping on the galaxy and dreaming, all night until dawn.

Calculating the time, there is still one month to go, and Yunrong's Xiaozhoushan Siguo deadline will soon expire.

I thought that the days should go by like this day by day, but unexpectedly, something happened suddenly.

There has been a sudden epidemic in the village recently, although the herbs picked by Yunrong are used to cure it every day, but the epidemic is extremely severe at this time, and the elixir she picked can't resolve this deadly epidemic at all.

Xiaozhou Mountain is located in Penglai, rich in aura, and far away from the place of war. According to common sense, there are very few plagues and epidemics.

Immortals and gods don't care about the suffering in the world, whether Xiaozhoushan is a blessing or a calamity, all follow the natural truth.

Fortunately, the epidemic did not spread for long, and a group of Taoist priests came to the various villages in Xiaozhoushan.

He took mountain springs every day, used talismans to transform water, brewed it in a treasure pot on his waist for three days, and drank the spring water in the pot, which was able to cure the epidemic.

After a reasonable rescue of the suffering, this wandering Taoist was regarded as a god by the villagers of Xiaozhoushan, and he was revered and worshiped day and night.

Just when Yun Rongsi's deadline was approaching, the Taoist came to Rongjia Village to distribute spring water to the village to protect life and detoxify.

The spring water contained in a small gourd can be used by the whole village to drink.

The woman at the entrance of the village who was familiar with Yunrong eagerly pulled Yunrong to ask for the life-saving spiritual spring together.

Yun Rong said, "I'm not infected with the epidemic, so why bother to do it so many times."

The woman kindly persuaded: "Even though Miss Yun, you are in good health and have not been infected with the epidemic, but there are epidemics everywhere in the village. Who knows, you will be infected sooner or later. That fairy's spiritual spring is very powerful. You are If you drink it in advance, you won’t be afraid of the virus, right?”

Yun Rong took a fixed look at the woman, and said with condensed eyes: "Aunt Zeng, did you also drink the spring water from that Taoist?"

Aunt Zeng patted Yun Rong dissatisfiedly: "What is that Taoist, that is Huang Daxian! How can you be so disrespectful?"

Wong Tai Sin...

Yun Rong frowned when she heard the name of the three teachings and nine streams that did not know where it came from.

Under Aunt Zeng's diligent tugging, Yunrong was still taken to the place of Huang Daxian who rescued the suffering.

The Huang Daxian that Aunt Zeng spoke of was a Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face. As the name suggests, he wore a khaki Taoist amulet, carried a three-foot peach wood sword, and was holding a yellow wooden gourd in his hand.

It was getting late at this time, this Taoist had been in Rongjia Village for some time, and there were not many people queuing up to receive the Spring of Dispelling the Epidemic Fu.

When Aunt Zeng came with Yunrong, they were right in line.

When the Taoist surnamed Huang saw Yun Rong, his hand holding the gourd suddenly stopped.

Aunt Zeng hurriedly said with a respectful laugh: "Huang Daxian, this is Miss Yun from our village, please give me a bowl of spring water to resist the epidemic."

The Taoist surnamed Huang smiled, looked away from Yun Rong, took an empty bowl, held up the gourd, and was about to pour it over, but when the gourd fell, not a single drop of spring water flowed out.

"This..." Aunt Zeng became nervous all of a sudden, how could she be so obsessed, and she would be gone as soon as Miss Yun arrived.

Zodiac man waved his hand, signaling not to be nervous: "It's just that the talisman is used up, girl, would you like to go back to the house with me to get it?"

Yun Rong smiled and said: "Lonely men and widows, I'm afraid it's not right."

Aunt Zeng said anxiously: "What kind of lonely man and widow? Huang Daxian is a cultivator, so how can he be so particular about it?"

The zodiac person is rejected without any dissatisfaction on his face, and his fingers seem to be unconsciously groping for the gourd.

Aunt Zeng's wrinkled neck had a tiny black fine line, but she never noticed it.

The smile in Yunrong's eyes deepened, she raised her hand and touched the cat's head on her shoulder, and said: "Aunt Zeng is very right, please ask this Taoist priest to lead the way."

Aunt Zeng looked at Yun Rong with a strange face, only feeling that her attitude was very strange.

She is obviously asking for the elixir of the immortal to save her life, but what about her calm and commanding tone?

I'm not afraid to make the immortal unhappy.

Fortunately, Huang Daxian was not angry and fussy, he just nodded to the two of them, then turned and went back to the room.

Yun Rong tried to tear off the cat on her shoulders, but this cat was much more sensitive than the ordinary people here, its claws clinging tightly to her clothes, unable to tear it off for a long time.

Under Aunt Zeng's urging, Yun Rong had no choice but to enter the house with Tao Hua.

As soon as the front foot entered the room, the Zodiac Man, who was dressed in a fairy style and looked like a master, fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

His body was sweating like rain, shaking like sifting chaff, his face was full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Little Xiaoxiao... the villain has seen Master Four Swords!"

Yun Rong entered the room with the usual expression on his face, took a chair and sat down on his own, and looked at the Taoist priest: "Looking at the decoration of your art clothes, it should be a talisman from Qiongshan in Beilu. It is a third-rate family of cultivators.

You are quite courageous, you even dared to enter Penglai alone, and poisoned mortals by throwing plague in Xiaozhou Mountain, do you think... If someone is killed here, your sect might be able to bear the wrath of an immortal? "

Daoist Huang burst into tears, knelt on the ground and trembled, and said: "The villain's move is really helpless! More than [-] people from my master's school died at the hands of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and I was the only one left. I have planted a demon sacrificial curse on my body, if I don’t act according to their wishes, I will die without a place to bury myself!!”

As he said that, he slammed heavily on the ground, his expression gradually turned horrifying by the threat of death:
"The villain is really forced to be helpless. If it weren't for the people of the Demon Sect who received the news that Lord Four Swords' cultivation base was sealed and exiled in Xiaozhoushan, they wouldn't have slaughtered me and used me as a lure to come here to kill you! After all, the opportunity to break the sword is once in a lifetime. , if you go out of this mountain and return to Penglai, my lord, the remnants of the Demon Sect are trying to kill you, and I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult."

There was hatred in the eyes of Huang Daoist: "If it weren't for your delay in awakening the sword spirit, you wouldn't be exiled to this ghost place, so that my teacher and his family wouldn't die because of it! Everything has a cause and an effect, and this evil effect, You can only let the adults bear it, and you can't blame the villains!"

Yun Rong frowned.

The fact that she came to Penglai to fetch the sword spirit is the most important event of Tianxi Sword Sect. Apart from the suzerain and the junior brother who knew about it, only the other twelve senior brothers knew about it.

She was feuded as a cultivator and exiled to Xiaozhoushan, which is even more of a secret. How did the members of the Demon Sect know about it?
Yun Rong was extremely unwilling to think about the fact that there are traitors in the sect, her face gradually turned cold: "Do you think that you can really kill me with your meager level [-] cultivation?"

Zodiac man's heart trembled, the fourth sword was sealed with a spiritual vein, and his cultivation level was no different from that of ordinary people, and he could even see through his cultivation base at a glance.

He swallowed unconsciously, and said in fear: "The villain has little self-knowledge. Facing the fourth sword of the majestic Tianxie, he dare not draw his sword lightly. The instructions given by the Demon Sect are very simple. If someone brings this thing into Xiaozhoushan, it will surely kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist slowly lifted up the face of fear, awe, hatred and various complex emotions.

He tore off a layer of sealing talisman on the gourd, and immediately, strands of gloomy ghostly aura overflowed from the mouth of the bottle exuding pure spiritual power, and the temperature in the room immediately revealed an extremely cold and chilly feeling, making one's hair stand on end .

A black cloud of ghostly aura curled out, and in a short while, a blood-red baby stood in front of the Taoist, its skin seemed to have been splashed with hot oil.

Its wrinkled face has blurred facial features, as if someone had smashed its face severely with a blunt instrument. The nostrils are turned out, muscles and muscles can be seen, and the lips can no longer be seen. Under the dark purple rotten flesh is a row of pale teeth. His face was even scarier than a ghost.

Yun Rong's pupils tightened, does she know what this 'thing' is?
Ghost boys born out of grievances are generally resentful spirit boys who have been brutally aborted from babies who have not yet been born but have already taken shape in the mother's womb.

Such a resentful spirit boy was abandoned during his lifetime, and his hostility was extremely deep, and his lethality was extremely terrifying.

She once saw a ghost boy in the small coffin that her junior brother hid with her. The breath was similar to it, but the mind was completely different!
This one is obviously more terrifying and dangerous than the thousand-year-old ghost.

Yunrong didn't even have time to think deeply, the ghost boy had already stepped on the cloud, raised its bloody mouth, and the monstrous ghost aura was like a net, entangled invisibly, Yunrong was so suppressed that it was impossible to move.

Although the Xuexue Sword on the back was sealed in a sheath, it was born with the same mind as its master, and would take the initiative to protect the master in case of danger. With a buzzing sound, the Xuexue Sword that had not been unsheathed rose up and collided violently with the ghost boy.

Unexpectedly, the ghost boy was not afraid of the fairy family thing at all, and he reached out to grasp the Xuexue Sword fiercely.

When I took it, it was like holding a soldering iron, and there was a sizzling sound in my hand.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yun Rong rolled over to avoid the ghost boy's bite, and looked at the little ghost holding the snow-washing sword with lowered eyebrows.

Xixue Sword is the ultimate fairy sword, it is transformed from Tianshan sword stone, it is the nemesis of all evil spirits, ghosts and ghosts can't get close, let alone hold the sword with bare hands.

Even if it is a thousand-year-old ghost, it is afraid that one arm will be directly melted away.

This little ghost—is actually a fetus of a descendant of a fairy!
And they are definitely not the descendants of ordinary immortals. Judging from this appearance, they are probably descendants of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi with the soul of the sword.

If not, even if it has all-powerful means, it can't counteract the sword energy of Xixue Sword!

While Yun Rong was shocked by the methods of the Demon Sect, she was even more horrified that one of the Thirteen Swords had given birth to an heir, and what was even more frightening was that she was unable to protect her, and was turned into a corpse by human blood!
With such methods and actions, Tianxi Zongshan is regarded as nothing!

If this is the case, how terrifying is the opponent behind this!
I saw the little ghost opened his mouth and swallowed, Xixuejian screamed and trembled, he was swallowed alive uncontrollably.

Yun Rong suffered severe head pain, and instantly lost contact with Xixue Sword. She stepped back with her forehead supported, and knocked over the wooden table behind her.

Careless.

She only said that there was nothing to be afraid of that cultivator surnamed Huang. In the face of human cultivators seeking Taoism, even if her spiritual veins were limited and her cultivation base was sealed, she still had means to protect herself from the enemy.

But I never thought that the person behind the scenes is so treacherous and cunning!
It is difficult for ordinary ghosts to enter the Xiaozhou Mountain under the jurisdiction of Penglai, but they use the body of a human monk to seal the existence of the little ghost with a spirit gourd, bring them into the mountain, and take their lives!

Looking at the breath of that little ghost, people from the Demon Sect might not be able to control such a ghost. If he guessed correctly, there must be a Demon Race behind it.

(End of this chapter)