"Kong Lang, I have a distant cousin whose horse is lost. I invite you to help her find the horse. I will come back as soon as I go."
Listening to Ah Zirou's loving whispers, Kong Dongliu stopped painting and asked curiously: "Another cousin has come to my wife's hometown?"
Azi sighed softly: "Yes, my hometown is at the junction of Lingnan and Jiannan. The war is in chaos and the people are in dire straits. Although my mother is growing tea in the mountains, how can anyone drink tea in these troubled times? My sisters live a miserable life.
He was entrusted with it, so he naturally went north to seek a livelihood."
Hearing this, Kong Dongliu didn't think it was strange, but showed pity on his face.
Without thinking, he took out a bunch of copper coins from his arms and handed them to Ah Zi.
"Madam, I don't have much money left with me for my husband. I can only take out these to help your cousin temporarily."
Ah Zi stared at Kong Dongliu's wrist, which was as thin as a tree branch, with a faint hint of unbearability flashing in his eyes.
But when her eyes fell on the string of copper coins, greed appeared in her eyes, and then she sighed quietly: "This... will cost my husband money again. I am really ashamed."
Kong Dongliu smiled slightly and directly stuffed the bunch of copper coins into Ah Zi's arms.
"What are you talking about? You and I are one flesh and blood, and your cousin is also my cousin. Why should I be ashamed of helping my own cousin?"
The two of them rubbed their ears together and talked to each other again. Azi reluctantly said goodbye with the copper coins.
When she reached the porch, she suddenly stopped.
"Husband, have you ever forgotten what I said before?"
Kong Dongliu, who had just picked up the ink pen, was startled, and then he reacted and said with a smile: "Don't worry, madam, your husband will remember it all. There are too many shady old men and fake beggars in this world who always like to talk nonsense.
He said some lies and lies. Don’t worry, my husband will not leave this waterside pavilion."
"Husband, just remember."
Ah Zi smiled, turned around and walked out of the porch, then turned into a transparent humanoid ghost and flew away into the distance with Ah Fei.
Outside the waterside pavilion, Zhou Yi, who was about to raise his legs to step in, stopped.
He activated his health-preserving power, concentrated it in his eyes, and carefully scanned the waterside pavilion in front of him.
"Alas."
Soon, Zhou Yi discovered something was wrong.
This waterside pavilion seems to be located in this dream world.
In fact, it is connected to the outside world, between dreams and reality.
It seems that as long as the waterside pavilion is destroyed, the illusion can be cut off and escape.
Zhou Yi still didn't move rashly.
His intuition told him that this was still just an appearance.
Sure enough, as his gaze deepened, the second layer of blindness surrounding the water pavilion gradually fell apart and he saw through it.
Although this waterside pavilion is located between the two worlds, it is not an access passage.
It is more like a bait, hung by an invisible "fishing line". As long as there is an outsider attacking even if they step into the waterside pavilion, they will be attacked by the real caster - the empty mountain grandmother on the other end of the "fishing line".
sensed.
And the "fishing line" used by the Netherworld Prefect, Kongshan Old Mother, to hang the waterside pavilion in the dream is none other than a strand of moonlight hanging from the sky and the earth.
This may be the reason why Wenhe County can see the full moon for several days in a row.
As for why after the operation, the crescent moon will change into a full moon.
That is the secret of Grandma Kongshan’s own magic.
Zhou Yi couldn't understand everything for a while.
It doesn't matter if you understand it or not.
What's important is that he has realized that Grandma Kongshan, who is fighting with him from afar, is an extremely cautious and well-thought-out evil spirit.
Maybe it was because I had met an expert before when I was using dream magic to harm people.
Or maybe, that's just her nature.
Just from these two layers of deception, it can be seen that the monster who was given the title by the prefect was much smarter than the one who was given the title by the county chief that he had encountered before.
All in all, if you want to rescue Kong Dongliu in a low-key and smooth manner, you must avoid the trap set by Kongshan's grandmother - luring him out of the waterside pavilion.
…
Outside the water pavilion, Zhou Yi touched his head, thought for a moment, and took out an elm leaf from his sleeve.
He closed his eyes slightly and muttered something.
Immediately he stretched out his fingers and struck the leaves.
"Change!"
A white light flashed at his fingertips.
The leaves of the elm money swayed in the wind, then elongated, swelled and changed, and after falling to the ground, they turned into a middle-aged man wearing commoners.
Yes, it was Uncle Guoben who was so frightened that night that Xiangzhu turned pale and spit out the fragrance.
Zhou Yi, who was hiding aside, circled around "Ye Nan" twice, touched his chin and examined it for a moment, then stretched out two fingers again.
"Change!"
Ye Nan's cloth clothes turned into a Xuanhuang Taoist robe.
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and waved his finger again: "Change!"
There was an extra whisk in Taoist robe Ye Man's arm.
There seems to be something missing, oh, by the way...
"Change!"
"Change!"
"Change……"
Ye Nan has a Taoist crown on his head, a goatee appears under his chin, and his temples are slightly white.
"Not bad, not bad, it's quite similar to that..."
Zhou Yi looked at the masterpiece with satisfaction, and suddenly felt that Ye Nan looked familiar. He actually had the appearance characteristics of Ping Jiangjun, Xu Zhiling and Huang Xu at the same time.
Add male on top of male...and add male on top.
Zhou Yi felt relieved when he thought that this was the first time he had used the magic of transformation to transform a complete man, which was many times more difficult than turning a leaf into a yellow bird.
"Let's just do this for now."
Zhou Yi breathed out gently at Ye Nan's enviable hairline.
Ye Nan's body swayed slightly, and his narrowed eyes suddenly opened, shining with light, sanctimonious and unpredictable.
He bowed to Zhou Yi, then turned around, hung up his fly whisk, and walked slowly towards the waterside pavilion.
When he reached the window, he stopped and shouted.
"Wu that young man, Taoist Ye, I met on the way to the precious land. I saw that my hall was blackened and my bones were broken. I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the future."
Inside the waterside pavilion, Kong Dongliu was immersed in painting and turned a deaf ear.
"Wuna, young man, today you and I are destined to be together, so I can speak frankly.
That lady of yours is actually a ghost who specializes in the art of tonic, and she deliberately set a trap to trap you here.
Day and night, I suck your yang energy and soul, making you emaciated and boneless, but you don’t know it.
If you still have any conscience, come out of this waterside pavilion and let me help you resolve this disaster."
Kong Dongliu turned a deaf ear, but whispered in his mouth: "My lady is right. Sure enough, a mangy old man came here and wanted to trick me out."
Seeing that Kong Dongliu was still stubborn, Zhou Yi, who was far away from the covered bridge, raised his eyebrows.
Ye Daoren, who was outside the door and window, had a trace of anger in his eyes and said coldly: "In the final analysis, you are just a lustful person who was deceived by women!
Do you really think that that female ghost has true feelings for you? Before you, she had fun with countless men.
A pair of jade arms, a pillow for thousands of people, has long been rotten and smells terrible!"
Kong Dongliu's wrist trembled, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his head and pointed at Taoist Ye: "Shut up! You devil! My wife is definitely not the kind of person you say!"
Seeing Kong Dongliu's face flushed and his chest rising and falling, Zhou Yi knew it was almost time.
Another elm leaf appeared under his sleeve, he muttered something, and then wiped it on his face.
In an instant, he transformed into an old fisherman wearing a raincoat.
Then he walked forward tremblingly and grabbed Taoist Ye's sleeve.
"Taoist, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense... That little lady is obviously a responsible person, and she and this young man are a match made in heaven. I didn't provoke you, so you