"What? Aunt Yun is dead? Died at the hands of my master?"
When Shangguan Yu heard the news, he was like a thunderbolt.
To be honest, she didn't hate Fairy Liuyun, she was even a little grateful.
If it were him, it would be absolutely impossible for him to let someone who knows the secret of his son's life experience live.
Fairy Liuyun didn't kill her, so she was already giving her a wide berth.
Fengyi and Shangguanyu lived together for a period of time and were very familiar with Shangguanyu, so she briefly told Shangguanyu what happened on Samsara Peak.
When she heard that Ye Xiaochuan killed Qiankunzi to avenge his mother, Shangguanyu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Then, tears began to flow down my cheeks.
No matter what kind of person Qiankunzi is in the eyes of others, in Shangguanyu's heart, he is always his mentor and a relative like a father.
Seeing that Fengyi had finished talking, Xuan Ying spoke again and said: "Wang Zaishan, please send Miss Shangguan out."
Wang Zaishan nodded and said: "Miss Shangguan, please."
Ye Xiaochuan's identity as a demon is now known to everyone, and there is no need for Shangguan Yu to stay here any longer.
A character like Xuan Ying would not kill a little girl. Letting Shangguan Yu go is the only ending.
After Shangguan Yu followed Wang Zaishan out of the ice jade cave in despair, Xuan Ying flicked his fingers, and a white light appeared, with a frozen corpse wrapped in the white light.
Fairy Liuyun.
Originally, Fairy Liuyun's body was in Tianwen's hands, but later Xuanying got it and brought it back to Xumi Jiezi Cave.
Fairy Liuyun's dharma body slowly landed on the ice jade bed.
Lying on this bed of ice jade, Fairy Liuyun's body would not have changed at all even if hundreds of thousands or millions of years had passed.
Xuanying looked at the face of Fairy Liuyun who seemed to be sleeping, and said slowly: "Liuyun, I brought you back, and you will sleep here from now on. I promise you that I will find your son Ye Xiaochuan."
After saying that, he turned around and said to the people behind him: "There are many caves in Jiezi Cave. From now on, when you are here, you will live in other caves. You are not allowed to enter this cave at will."
Everyone nodded.
Obviously, this cave has become the tomb of Fairy Liuyun.
At dusk, the old storyteller came back carrying a bamboo pole and a curtain, carrying a bag of rice.
As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the rice bucket climbing a tree in the yard. He said: "Girl, why haven't you driven this rice bucket away yet? The little money grandpa earned from telling stories and fortune-telling every day was not enough to put it between his teeth.
It’s there! Get it away quickly!”
A strange woman walked out of the kitchen, wearing simple clothes and a cloth on her head. She had dark skin and at first glance she looked like a common peasant woman in Guanzhong.
Just those eyes of hers,
The old storyteller said: "Who are you? Aren't all the owners of this yard dead? Where is the small building? The small building! Girl..."
The strange woman said: "Grandpa, stop shouting, I am Xiaolou!"
When I heard the voice, I knew it was from a small building.
The old storyteller understood immediately, threw away the rice bag and bamboo pole curtain, walked to Yuan Xiaolou, and looked around at Yuan Xiaolou.
He clicked his tongue and said, "The disguise technique of the Thousand Faces Sect is really powerful. It almost deceived my eyes. That's not right... Girl, did you get it wrong this morning? I'll give you Ye Xiaochuan's disguise.
Why did you change your face for yourself?"
Yuan Xiaolou said: "I also showed up on Samsara Peak. If I am recognized, I will harm you and Mr. Ye."
The old storyteller said: "You can also transform yourself into a beautiful woman by changing your appearance. Your appearance now is far worse than before."
Yuan Xiaolou said seriously: "The key to the art of disguise is not skill, but imitation. If the disguise is too outstanding, it will attract a lot of attention, and the chance of being seen through is much greater.
Now we are hiding from everyone in the world, and we can only disguise ourselves as ordinary ordinary people, which will make it even more difficult for those who want to pursue us."
The old storyteller thought about it and felt that what Yuan Xiaolou said was very reasonable.
If a handsome guy and a beautiful girl like Hua Wuyou and Yao Guang were to disguise themselves as Hua Wuyou, they would be so eye-catching walking on the street that it would be difficult not to be noticed.
The best way to hide a leaf is to hide it in the forest.
The best way to hide a drop of water is to throw it into the ocean.
The ancestors of mankind created a saying, a small thing is hidden in the wild, a big thing is hidden in the city.
If you want to avoid being pursued by others, hiding alone in the wilderness is a bad idea.
If you don't want to be found by the world, the best way is to hide yourself in a bustling city.
The old storyteller naturally knew how to hide Ye Xiaochuan, so he chose to settle in Lantian County outside Chang'an City first. After Ye Xiaochuan woke up, he would go to Chang'an City or the capital.
Anyway, go wherever there are more people.
It was getting dark, and after dinner, the three of them and one national treasure were enjoying the cool air in the yard.
Yuan Xiaolou is very resourceful. The weeds and fallen leaves in this courtyard used to be everywhere, but now she has kept them clean and neat.
Since weeds are the most likely to breed mosquitoes, Yuan Xiaolou spent an afternoon spreading a lot of five-poison powder specially designed for cultivators in the yard and various rooms to fumigate away all the mosquitoes.
Sitting in the yard, the old storyteller looked at the stars and drank fruit wine one sip after another.
Yuan Xiaolou sat next to Ye Xiaochuan and fanned Ye Xiaochuan with a fan.
Rice Bucket was also honest and hung himself on the swing on the crooked old tree in the yard. However, from time to time there would be a muffled sound in the yard, which was the sound of Rice Bucket falling from the branch of the tree.
The old storyteller stared at the stars for a long time and found that the blood moon was still there, but the light was too weak, so it was not easily detected by the naked eye.
The blood moon has not completely disappeared, which is a good sign, indicating that the game in the sky is still going on, and Ye Xiaochuan may still have room for change.
After admiring the blood moon, I saw Yuan Xiaolou fanning Ye Xiaochuan all the time, which made the old storyteller very dissatisfied.
Said: "Girl, don't bother fanning Ye Xiaochuan. Your grandfather and I are too hot."
Yuan Xiaolou said: "Young Master Ye has no cultivation now. If I don't fan him on such a hot day, his body will be unable to bear it! Grandpa, you're not unconscious. It's hot. Go take a cold shower by yourself."
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The old storyteller rolled his eyes, stood up and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to sleep in the house. Don't fan him all night. It's so tiring. Get a few buckets of water, condense it into ice with your palms, and put it in the house.
, the room becomes cooler."
Yuan Xiaolou's eyes lit up. This was really a good idea. He quickly ran to the kitchen and carried two large wooden buckets out to fetch water.
The rice bucket seemed to be tired too. When it saw the old storyteller going into the house to sleep, it hurried to follow him.
The old storyteller kicked it and said, "I like to sleep in a single room, so you can go find a girl."
I just went to find Yuan Xiaolou.
Yuan Xiaolou, who was fetching water from the well, said: "I have to take care of Mr. Ye tonight. You are too noisy. Don't sleep with me!"
Fantong was very helpless. He didn't care about himself. Forget it, the weather was so hot, so he might as well sleep in the cool yard.