"Reporting to Mr. Wu, I have found out that the true identity of the one-horned black dragon is coiled at the bottom of the Longxiang River at the bend. It is believed that it has been entrenched for a long time, and half of the dragon's body has been covered by the mud at the bottom of the river.
He should be recuperating, and you will eventually see an obvious wound on his neck that has not yet healed."
Cheng Yu and Wu Jun had just finished drinking their wine when the military judge who was sent to detect the black dragon came back to report.
Wu Jun waved his hand, and Cheng Yu said goodbye to Wu Jun. The two walked to the main hall. Wu Jun took out a gourd carved from green jade and handed it to Cheng Yu. Cheng Yu took it in his hand and realized that it was filled with a pot full of general drunkenness.<
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He laughed and did not refuse. After thanking him, he tied the gourd around his waist.
"Mr. Jade Gourd, please keep it safe. There are only three of them in my palace. If they are lost, there will be nowhere to repair them."
Wu Jun said half seriously and half jokingly, Cheng Yu thanked him again and addressed Mr. Wu.
Wujun cupped his fists and saluted, and a circle of light lit up around Cheng Yu. Within a few breaths, he was standing in front of the statue of Wujun Temple again.
At this time, the sky was already bright and the heavy snow was still falling. Few people came to burn incense and pray in the temple.
A soldier secretly sent Yu Yuanshen out of the palace. After his Yuanshen returned to his bird body, he spread his wings and flew towards Qingluo Village.
……
Inside Qingluo Village.
The main house of the Zhuangtou family.
The old Taoist Huo Yazi got dressed and got off the warm bed. The Spiritual Tribulation Sword was beside his pillow.
Feiyan pestered him for half the night last night, insisting on letting him show off the power of the sword. He was so angry that he hit his buttocks with the broken sword several times. The little old Taoist finally stopped and fell asleep with his buttocks covered.
.
At this time, Feiyan was still lazily sleeping in bed, so Lao Dao picked up the broken sword, walked to the window and waved it gently a few times, then lowered his voice and shouted "Golden Finger" to it a few times.
No one paid attention.
Alas!
The old Taoist stared at the thick layer of oil paper on the window with his broken sword in his hand, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He looked around and couldn't tell what was wrong. He gently opened the door and realized that the sky outside was getting darker.
It was now Chenshi, which was about eight or nine o'clock. Although the heavy snow was still flying, it was not so dark.
It was still bright when he woke up just now.
The old man walked to the front yard with his sword in hand, raised his head and looked around.
The sound of wind whistling in my ears has disappeared.
The fluttering goose feather snowflakes stopped.
Hmm?
Wrong!
The sky is getting darker and darker, and there is silence all around.
"Creak, creak."
Liu An walked through the snow from the backyard.
"Hey, old god, how come this day suddenly..."
"Hush! Silence!"
The old Taoist shouted in a low voice.
At this time, Feiyan also put on his clothes and came out of the main room with a yawn, leaning on the door frame and looking out quietly.
"Bewildered"
Many sparrows in the front and back yards risked their lives and flew outside the village, but as the sky became darker and darker, they all did not fly very far and landed nearby.
The birds spread their wings one by one and clung to the ground. No one dared to move.
"Woo woo woo..."
The black dog of Gu Er's family put his tail between his legs and whimpered in a low voice. He opened the door with all his strength and rushed into the house for the first time. He huddled in the corner and shivered.
Xiang Lian had just offered three sticks of incense to the Bird Fairy when she noticed something strange outside the house, turned around and walked out of the hall.
A big orange cat sneaked into the hall from behind her, and then there was a flash of green light in the hall. A woman crouched on the beam and took a look at the statue of the Bird Fairy below her feet.
She suddenly remembered the last words Cheng Yu left when he left for the county seat in the early morning:
"By the way, take care of the farmers and the sparrows in the village."
Bankers...
Is that girl outside the palace considered a banker?
Eh?
How long has it been? Why did you transfer to that girl again?
Jia Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head, and immediately pulled out a set of green clothes and shoes and socks from the treasure bag around his neck.
Huh?
When she reached into the treasure bag, she clearly felt that the golden blade of the small shovel placed quietly in the corner was shaking.
She quickly put the green shirt on her body, tied up the belts, shoes and socks one by one, and secretly hid the two flying needles between her fingers.
Qingluoshan is full of spiritual energy during this period, and she is about to practice her third one.
Xianglian stood in the courtyard of the ancestral hall and saw that the sky was getting darker and darker.
The wind does not blow.
Snow never falls.
It's eerily quiet.
"Creak, creak, creak."
Hearing the sound of stepping on the snow behind her, she hurriedly turned around, only to see a pretty and refined young woman wearing a green shirt with an expressionless face, walking past her as if she was deliberately stepping on the snow.
"Who are you? When did you enter the ancestral hall?"
"..."
The woman in green shirt looked at her expressionlessly and didn't answer. She made two soft noises and jumped onto the courtyard wall to the roof of the ancestral hall.
"..."
Xiang Lian was stunned in the courtyard. She had been burning incense in the hall just now. It was impossible for anyone to go in and not notice.
There was no one in the palace just now, but a woman walked out carelessly, and this woman's temperament was refined, as if she came from the sky...
Ah!
She is... a bird fairy?
Is the Bird Fairy a female?
Xiang Lian looked at the woman on the roof in astonishment. At this moment, she was frowning and looking at the sky.
Suddenly, her bright eyes glowed with cyan light. Against the backdrop of the dark sky, they were like two cyan flames, burning brighter and brighter.
At this point, Xiang Lian finally confirmed that Roof must not be a mortal, but a sparrow fairy!
"Hehe! Hahahahaha! No more? Where did it go? Wuwuwuwu..."
A series of strange women's voices suddenly came from the sky, I don't know if they were crying or laughing.
Jia Fei on the roof and Xiang Lian in the courtyard both felt chills all over after hearing this.
Especially Xianglian, she felt that after the sound penetrated into her ears, it was like a shovel scraping a rusty iron plate, and she felt sick from the bottom of her heart.
The whole body and soul were shaken by the strange noise.
At this moment, everyone in the village heard the sonorous and strange crying and laughter, and several old and frail people immediately fell to the ground and vomited.
Huo Yazi has walked out of Zhuangtou's house and is standing in front of the Royal Stele Pavilion, frowning and staring at the sky.
"Master, Master, look quickly."
Feiyan tugged on Lao Dao's sleeve beside him. Lao Dao lowered his head and saw the half of the Spiritual Tribulation Sword in his hand glowing with green light.
Done!
The golden finger is here, why should I be afraid!
The old Taoist immediately drew his sword and looked around at a loss.
It's a pity that there is no wind at this time, so my beard and robe sleeves cannot sway in the wind, which is not handsome enough.
After a few breaths, the old Taoist suddenly lost his momentum. He stood on the same spot with his broken sword in his waist and began to look around for direction.
"There!"
The old Taoist pointed in the direction of the village entrance and walked forward. Feiyan didn't know when to pull out the old Taoist whisk and followed closely behind.
Zhuangtou Liu An was complaining secretly from behind.
"It's really unlucky. It's so hard to get into a business, how come you end up in such a place of right and wrong."
"Alas!"
……
Jia Fei stood on the roof of the ancestral hall wearing a green shirt, with two green flames burning in his eyes.
"Wooooo! They're all dead! Give it back to me! Hahahaha!"
Another burst of weird crying and laughter came from the sky. This time even Jia Fei felt a little tight in the chest, while Xiang Lian covered her ears and squatted on the ground.
The old Taoist, who was positioning himself while walking, knelt half-kneeling on the snow and caressed his chest.
What kind of evildoer can be so oppressive as soon as he opens his mouth?
Fortunately, the green light of the Spiritual Tribulation Sword is becoming more and more popular.
Don't be afraid.
After the old man calmed down a little, he continued to move forward in the direction pointed by the Spiritual Tribulation Sword. From the corner of his eye, he saw waves of thick white fog rising around the village at some unknown time.
"What is this?"
Thick white fog covers the sky, surrounding Qingluo Village in the center.
But Jia Fei, who was standing on the roof of the ancestral hall, became more solemn.
More ruthless than last time...
"Hide in the ancestral hall! Don't come out!"
She shouted to Karen at her feet.
Xianglian was stunned for a moment. The strange laughter and the overwhelming white fog outside the village made her feel that Qingluo Village might no longer exist.
After being reminded by the "Queen Fairy", she finally realized that the only safe place in the village at this time must be the Que Gong Temple.
"Quick!"
Rooftop Jiafei urged.
Xianglian nodded immediately, walked quickly into the ancestral hall, turned around, closed the door, and lit two red candles, making the hall a little brighter.
She knelt under the idol and prayed with her hands clasped together.
"Grandpa Quexian...ah no, grandma Quexian bless you."
Cheng Yu, who was flying towards Qingluo Village, suddenly received a wishing energy ball in his soul.
Grandma Quexian?
His little sparrow head is full of question marks.
……
"Hahaha!"
Xianglian was praying when the strange sound suddenly sounded again, and the shrill laughter was mixed with urgency.
But she never felt that disgusting pressure in the palace.
Only the roof of the main hall trembled slightly, shaking off some dust.
At this moment, Jia Fei on the roof was gradually enveloped in white mist, with only a pair of cyan flames still burning stubbornly.
