'Kill the ghost woman, save the noble son, and frighten the grandmother.'
Zhou Yi stared at the last three words.
"So, Grandma Kongshan was still alarmed by me?"
Zhou Yi had no time to think deeply, the little baby Qingyan who had been looking forward to all night had emerged from the air and poured into her body.
Just like last time, the mysterious green smoke turned into two streams.
One part is used to enhance the energy of martial arts, and the other is used to create the energy of martial arts.
Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.
The tail of the green smoke suddenly lengthened and swept across the two elm trees behind it.
Two leaves rolled down, one on the left and one on the right, slowly drifting toward Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi turned his palm to catch it, and it was the two pieces that transformed into Ye Daoren and Ye Xiaolang.
Even if the tree is full of elm leaves, he can pick them off and use them to transform objects.
But these two pieces are slightly different.
He returned from the county a few days ago and happened to hold them in his hand when he first realized the Qi of the art.
After that, he recited Buddhist scriptures every day, and it was these two leaves that danced in the wind, as if he understood something, and thousands of leaves on the two elm trees swayed along with them.
I always feel that there seems to be some kind of induction and connection between them and myself.
Therefore, Zhou Yi always takes them with him whenever he goes out.
"Amitabha. The victory over Qingyan this time is also due to your contribution. That's good, that's good."
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged, gently holding two elm leaves, and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
Green smoke travels in the body to create creation.
The power of health maintenance is like a dragon galloping.
Martial arts and martial arts go hand in hand.
And the two elm leaves, bathed in the little spiritual light leaking from the monk's five fingers, danced happily while listening to the Buddhist scriptures.
…
In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.
The excitement of the full moon spectacle gradually subsided.
County residents have finally begun to look forward to the real Mid-Autumn Festival.
During the day, Zhou Yi still chanted sutras, practiced meditation, read books, teased the maid, and by the way tried to "teach" Ye Taoist and Ye Xiaolang "Walking on the Green Clouds", as well as some of the simplest techniques.
Although he was connected with Erye's mind, he still couldn't use his hands like an arm.
Whether Erye speaks or moves, he is a beat slower than his thoughts.
He is far from a qualified tool man.
Zhou Yi is not discouraged, but feels that such a challenge is just right. After all, the Dragon-Ape War, which has gradually spread among the demons and ghosts in the south, is still nearly half a year away.
The days of waiting are always dull and boring, so you need to find some fun for yourself.
At the same time, Zhou Yi is also secretly paying attention to the conspiracy against the Xu Mansion.
He promised to repay the Xu Mansion three pieces of karma.
But this last part of cause and effect is only half paid at present.
Because this conspiracy against the Xu Mansion is obviously not over yet.
Grandma Kongshan missed a single hit? She never made a move, but Jiannan Yinmen sent three warriors to lurk around Xu Mansion.
Another night.
After Zhou Yi enjoyed the increasingly meticulous hair-washing skills of a certain maid, he summoned the small black characters and checked every move of the three warriors.
“There has been no movement so far? Are you still planning to lurk for a long time?
The young monk doesn't have the patience... Xiaotou, please bring the three of them over."
"Got the order!"
A huge black shadow six feet high drew an arc in mid-air and jumped out.
County East.
A small courtyard adjacent to Xu Mansion.
Three warriors? One is eating, one is writing a letter in the roof, and one is blowing in the wind in the courtyard.
Suddenly, there was flying sand and rocks in the courtyard, and the gloomy air was rolling in. Mixed with it was a faint, weeping cry.
"I was discovered by Xu Mansion, leave quickly!"
The three warriors had different expressions and jumped out of the courtyard one after another.
They were halfway through performing Qinggong when they realized something was wrong and their bodies felt lighter than ever before.
The leader of the martial arts lowered his head and was stunned when he saw his body lying in the courtyard.
A gloomy sneer? rang from my ears, "You are waiting for only your soul? Where else do you want to escape to?"
The martial artist suddenly raised his head, and immediately his soul and body trembled. He saw a monster three feet tall floating in the air in front of him.
One leg? A bull's head, with eyes like a blood moon, carrying a large swollen gray bag on its back, and a black iron chain in its hand.
Before he could recover, he was wrapped in a circle by the evil bull-headed monster and dragged behind him.
The other two warriors also suffered the same fate.
In front of them, each floated a burly bull-headed monster, carrying a convulsion bag and holding an iron chain. Its eyes were like blood moons, and they were ferocious and terrifying.
"Reporting to the leader, three living souls have been hooked."
"Well done, go to the small courtyard in the south of the city immediately and present it to the Master."
…
In the night fog that is insurmountable to the naked eye, a group of ghosts of various shapes are beating gongs and drums, making noisy noises, escorting three living souls wrapped in iron chains, heading towards the small courtyard in the south of the city.
The person leading the team was a man with a head of three feet.
There are two other wasted heads, responsible for guarding both sides of the team.
Suddenly, another team of men rushed out from the diagonal stab and intercepted the three Xiu Hua.
A ghost soldier came out of the crowd and yelled: "When did these three people from the world commit crimes? Why seduced their souls for no reason?"
Sanzhang Xihua did not hesitate at all: "We, under the orders of my leader, will capture the souls of these three evil spirits and take them to the south of the city."
The Ghost Lieutenant snorted coldly: "The Lord of Chu County has issued a strict order that anyone who uses a convulsion bag to inhale the life force of a living person must report it first."
Sanzhang Haotou said neither humble nor arrogantly: "The leader of my family has said that the matter should be done urgently, and we will report it later."
All the ghost soldiers looked at each other, then laughed loudly.
"Your leader? Are you tired? You have only been a patrol officer for a few days, and your tail is already in the air?"
"If Lord Chu hadn't been kind enough to take him in, he would have been wiped out long ago!"
"That's it, you bunch of minotaurs, have you forgotten how cowardly and cowardly you were in the past? How dare you shout with us here! It's so presumptuous!"
Boom!
From deep in the night fog, there was a sound like a drum.
It struck the hearts of all the ghosts and monsters like a lightning strike.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom... A long figure broke through the night fog and jumped forward in the blink of an eye.
The strong Yin spirit energy rushed towards my face, like a river and lake falling over.
Coupled with the height of six feet like a tower, the broad robes that were as red as flames, and the huge bull nose that was slightly sinking and blowing out white smoke, the expressions of all the ghost soldiers changed drastically, and they all retreated hastily.
"Who said we are impudent?"
Haotou stood on one leg, his huge figure leaning slightly, his blood-moon-like eyes glowing with ferocity, and he glanced indifferently at the few ghost soldiers who had made rude remarks just now.
The ghosts and ghosts were swaying like candles in the wind, and they were in danger. They all prostrated themselves and prayed for forgiveness.
At this time, they were filled with shock. Although they heard that Motou's fortune had changed and that the county owner, Mrs. Chu, had granted her the ability to patrol nearly half of the county at night, the most they could do was laugh and curse, "You're a dead rat, you're lucky," and they were still disdainful in their hearts.
It wasn't until this moment that they realized that the leader of the Xihu clan was no longer what he used to be, and his conduct far exceeded theirs.
In the entire underworld of Wenhe County, the only person who can hold it down is perhaps the county lord, Mrs. Chu.
The faint sound of carriages came from far away.
Er, the exquisite carriage pulled by stone horses came from the depths of the night fog.
A woman's lazy voice sounded.
"I said, Xiaotou, what are you doing? Why, you are still not satisfied with half the county seat, and you are bullying my people?"
Although the voice was full of intimidation, it dissipated the Yin spirit energy of Xiu Tou and forced Liuzhang Xiuhua to take half a step back.
But to the ears of all the ghosts, Mrs. Chu tonight was obviously less confident than the domineering county master in the past.
On the contrary, Xiatou, who was forced to retreat, stood upright and, neither humble nor overbearing, crossed his hands and saluted.
"I want to see the county boss."
Mrs. Chu's voice came from the carriage: "According to the laws of the underworld, these three people in the world are neither in the destiny book nor have they made any big mistakes, so they are not allowed to take away their souls."
Shaotou gave another salute: "Please forgive me, County Lord, I am just following orders. If County Lord has any questions, you can go to the small courtyard in the south of the city with Shaotou and wait for that person's decision and decision."
"Huh? It was the one in the south of the city who ordered you to come and get someone?"
"Exactly."
Hearing this, the stone carriage became silent.
After a long time, Mrs. Chu finally said with difficulty: "It just so happens that I also have something to do, and I want to discuss it with the person in the south of the city. But, you always called me Mrs. Chu before."
Mo's head arched his paws slightly: "The county lord is the county lord. It is determined by the title, and we dare not overstep it."
Mrs. Chu was silent again, and said calmly for a while:
"Forget it, let's go to the small courtyard in the south of the city."
The troops from both sides drew a line and headed south of the city.
Along the way, it was just a matter of course.
However, the previous small conflict still caused an uproar among the ghosts and ghosts in the county who gathered to watch the incident, and they started talking about it one after another.
"The situation is really bad right now!"
"Yes, even if you don't give Mrs. Chu face, Mrs. Chu can't do anything about it."
"Are the innate evil monsters really that powerful? But why for so many years have I always felt that this group of people is half-dead and about to be exterminated at any moment."
"Perhaps, it has something to do with the one in the small courtyard in the south of the city."
"The one in the south of the city? Hiss, it's really true when you think about it!"
Among the various ghosts, a delicate female ghost wearing a snow-white dress and carrying a bamboo basket looked curious and asked the old man next to her.
"I dare to ask this old man, who lives in the small courtyard in the south of your county?"