Chen Yuan broke open the wick and snapped his fingers in front of the blown sparks. A large flame ignited out of thin air between his index finger and thumb. Then he flicked it lightly and the flame floated in the air and landed on the wick. In a moment, the room was filled with flames.
Gradually it turned warm yellow.
After combining the three magic techniques in the ruined temple, he found that he had become more and more skilled in controlling magic and magic. He had some subtle feelings about ordinary plants and trees, and the floating clouds in the sky, just like the original
The familiar world is different.
For example, a mirror reflected his face, but now there was an extra side, and the back of his head could be seen.
Thinking about this, he went outside to fetch water from the well and helped his master wash and go to bed. Listening to the flowers and rain outside, he felt a little tired, so he put the wooden altar on the window lattice and turned around to lie down with his master.
"Something weird!"
The crazy old man suddenly sat up, blowing his beard and staring at the end of the bed. Then he lay down, put one foot on his apprentice's legs, grinded his teeth, and murmured vaguely in his sleep: "Apprentice... I want to eat it, master."
Roast goose...ask the fat Taoist priest to catch one..."
"Disciple knows there is something weird here. Okay, Master, be good. When the rain stops, I will ask the fat Taoist to catch one to satisfy Master's craving."
The old man actually took a shower all the time, but he never changed out of his tattered clothes. He originally thought there would be a stench, but until now, Chen Yuan didn't feel the odor in his clothes.
I generally think it should be a treasured garment that the master had refined before, but it is so broken and still so miraculous. It can be seen that when this garment is intact, it is definitely more powerful than the bell magic weapon of the previous woman.
As for this matter, it's just a little demon.
After putting Master to sleep, Chen Yuan yawned, turned over, listened to the sound of rain hitting the window lattice, and fell asleep in a daze.
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The rain curtain was hung on the eaves and gradually closed on the door. In three rooms not far apart, seven or eight shirtless men were crowded together, and snoring could be heard one after another.
The other adjacent room was relatively quiet, with the middle-aged scholar leaning on an oil lamp and turning the pages of his book gracefully.
The light suddenly flickered. The scholar raised his face and looked outside. There was a sound of flapping wings in the sound of rain. The scholar immediately blew out the light and went to bed.
At this time, in the adjacent room, the men crowded together did not notice. Some of them felt cold, rubbed their arms, and woke up in a daze.
"I need to replenish my kidney qi...I was woken up by peeing in the middle of the night."
With a vague murmur, the man who woke up yawned, forgot about the villagers' instructions, opened the door and walked straight out. The cold water vapor hit his face, and his body suddenly shivered. He braved the rain and walked to the parking lot.
Behind the vehicle, he opened his pants and poured water into the fields.
In the dark night, there was still a bright yellow light shining. The man turned his head and glanced, muttering: "It's so economical to light a lamp in the middle of the night... or two."
Ah, ah, ah~
The donkeys covered by oilcloth paper suddenly brayed a few times and moved uneasily.
"What do you mean, if you disturb someone's sleep, you are not allowed to be whipped!"
When the sound of water discharge stopped, the man shook something in his hand up and down a few times, shuddered, cursed, pulled up his pants and turned back to the house. After taking two steps, he subconsciously looked at whose house the lights were still on.
The bright yellow light was no longer there, and only a few coughs could be heard.
Ahem...
"Who is where?"
The sound of rain was loud and could not be heard clearly. The man covered his bun and ran to the eaves, moved towards that side, put his head in and shouted softly: "But who is the owner of the tea shop today?"
Ahem...
There were two more coughs, and then a hoarse voice came from the bamboo forest: "It's me."
The man moved again, stood with one foot outside the eaves, and looked over there. There seemed to be a black shadow huddled there in the darkness.
"You're not at home, why are you here?"
"I had a quarrel with my old lady at home and was kicked out. Everyone in the village was sleeping again. I was embarrassed to disturb you, so I hid in the bamboo forest to take shelter from the rain. Unexpectedly, the wind was strong and the rain blew in, making all my clothes wet and possibly stained.
I had a cold and my coughs scared you, I'm really sorry."
The black figure was talking, as if his feet were numb, and he squatted on the ground and changed directions.
"Oh, it will be troublesome if you catch the cold. Why don't you squeeze into our room? You are all rough men. If you squeeze in, the cold will be squeezed away."
"That's the same reason... Come over here and mix it up, my feet will go numb."
"I'm coming!"
The man came out of the eaves and ran towards that direction. The black shadow moved as if it was about to get up. The man who was running towards him took a few steps and suddenly turned around and went back.
"It was dark and I couldn't see the road, so I went inside and lit a lamp."
When he ran back to the eaves and turned around to talk to the bamboo forest, what he saw was that the black shadow suddenly widened by more than a foot, revealing a pair of big bright yellow eyes, and a pair of dark wings spread out horizontally.
.
"Monster...monster!"
The man's mind suddenly buzzed. He thought of what the old man in the tea shop had said before. He swallowed his saliva, turned around and ran to his room. However, before he could come over, the door closed itself with a bang.
close.
Bang bang bang!
He banged on the door panel frantically, but the people inside seemed unable to hear him, and the door could not be opened no matter how hard he tried. The man kept banging on the door, and kept turning his head to look at the bamboo forest, his yellow eyes extremely bright in the rainy night.
Wow!
The black shadow jumped up and came towards this side with the sound of water on the ground, revealing its thick and long gray-black beak.
The man was so frightened that water stains dripped from his crotch. He suddenly remembered what the scholar said when it was dark, and subconsciously looked at the closed door at the end. He leaned against the door leaf, moved two steps against the wall, and pulled out his legs.
He ran over there and shouted: "Sir, help!"
His reaction caused the black shadow in the rain to move, spread out a pair of wings and fly over. When he opened his beak, his lower body stretched out his feet, with four fingers between the feet, shaped like iron claws.
"Ah ah ah -" the man screamed in fright, and he collapsed and sat down on the ground.
The screams echoed in the rainy night. The old cow raised his head from the bullock cart parked not far away, as if lightning flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to get up, the carriage suddenly opened, and a green light shone like a horse, rushing out.
A small figure can be vaguely seen lurking in the light, holding a big sword in his hand, with a face as heavy as a jujube, and he cuts down the monster with wings spread out with his sword.
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere.
The shrill chirping of birds resounded, and the black shadow with spread wings crashed into the opposite eaves. The blue light there retracted, and the carriage suddenly returned to its original state.
Bang bang...
The black shadow flapped its wings wildly and fluttered on the ground, making bursts of sharp neighing sounds.
A little further away, before the man slumped on the ground had time to see what the black shadow was, the window lattice above suddenly opened, and a huge oval long face poked out from the mist. The long gray face had a big mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs.
, take one mouthful to remove the still struggling black shadow...
When the man saw this scene, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled his eyes, banged his head on the wall, and suddenly fainted.
The sound of pouring rain spread into the dark night, and the sky gradually became darker and darker. The rain gradually became lighter. The door creaked open. Chen Yuan came out with a yawn. She shook her head when she saw the fainted man and the black thing on the ground.
I went back to the house to get the wooden altar, called the bleary-eyed master to drive the bullock cart, and left in the rain. Soon after, the cocks crowed loudly in the village, and gradually there was the sound of people.
Someone came out of the house and screamed in horror when they saw what was happening under the eaves.
After hearing the news, the villagers and six men rushed out of the room. Each of them suddenly turned pale. Not far from their fainting companion, they saw a black bird as big as a round table lying there, with one wing.
It fell in the courtyard, and the blood stains remaining in the stagnant water gave off a foul smell.
A few people went over and carefully checked their companion's breathing, and when they saw that he was still alive, they quickly carried him back to the house. Some villagers boiled warm water and drank it, and the fainting man gradually regained consciousness.
He lay on the bed, and after a while he calmed down and talked about what happened last night.
"...I had no way out, and then I remembered that the scholar next door said that when something bad happens, he should move towards the house of the driver of the bullock cart. Then, he saw a blue light emitting from the bullock cart and broke.
Those monster wings..."
After listening to what their companions said, the few men who came with them looked at each other in confusion. They thought that if they were the ones who got up at night, they would not even think about running towards the house of the driver of the bullock cart. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel scared again.
"Hurry up and help me up." The man recovered a little and was about to get up to visit the master in that room. His companion pushed him back and said, "The master in that room has disappeared long ago. He may have left at dawn."
."
When I think about being able to drink tea with that master yesterday in a tea shop and brag about it, it was really an adventure, enough to show off to others.
"Oh, by the way, that scholar can remind us, he is probably an expert!"
At this time, a companion called the scholar next door, and a group of men immediately ran over. Unfortunately, when they knocked on the door, they found that there were neatly folded quilts and there was no one there.
More and more villagers gathered outside the house, and they couldn't help but feel scared when they saw the big black bird under the eaves.
"No wonder people keep disappearing for no reason. It must be this big bird."
"This bird probably came to us because it couldn't be found in the next village!"
"Well, fortunately, an expert passed by our village."
"Then how to... deal with this bird, but bury it?"
"It eats people, why can't we eat it?!"
"Hurry up and boil a pot of hot water, pluck the hair and stew it! Call the people from the next village to come and have a sip of the soup!"
It's a bad year, so the harvest is naturally not good, and the government imposes heavy taxes. Many people don't have enough to eat. People who are extremely hungry don't care whether they are monsters or not.
In less than a moment, a big pot was set up in front of the big house...
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At this time, Chen Yuan was riding an ox cart over the water-covered road. The rain was slightly lighter, but the swollen river water had not subsided, and it would take at least another day or two.
"Brother, wait a minute?" Someone called him from behind. Chen Yuan stopped the oxcart and looked back. He saw the middle-aged scholar from before, carrying a bag and holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking out of the rain with a smile.
He bowed his hands and said, "I wonder if I can ride on the next ride?"
Chen Yuan looked at the scholar in front of him and smiled.
"Of course you can, come up."
"My surname is Hu, my given name is Yong, my given name is Jingyao." Before getting on the bus, the scholar respectfully announced his name, hugged his baggage and got into the bus lightly, and sat down next to Chen Yuan.
Seeing the crazy old man inside, he politely held his hands and smiled. The old man ignored him, glanced at him and continued to lie down inside and go back to sleep.
"This is my master." Chen Yuan said with a smile, and immediately reported his name. Immediately, he shook the reins and said: "Sit tight."
So he led the scholar through the rain to the north road. Along the way, the two of them chatted casually about home affairs.