After washing his head with ginger soup, he lay on the wicker chair by the window, looking at the night sky in the direction of the backyard, tapping his fingers gently at his side.
The whole process of killing the toad spirit Bai Yu flashed through his mind over and over again.
Including the reaction of the toad spirit;
After sensing the monster, the sword pills in his body moved abnormally;
As well as the details of the sword energy shooting out and cutting the toad spirit into pieces, etc...
After a long time, a slight wave of emotion appeared in Zhou Yi's heart.
"Is it possible that the so-called sword rhyme that Yanqu Mansion saw that night was the trace left when I tested the sword energy of Jianwan?"
Although I feel a little weird.
But now that things have happened, it's hard for Zhou Yi not to have some associations.
Yan Qufu had already taken A Xiuyuan away and could not find him to ask about the details of that night.
However, today's Yan Qu Mansion is no longer the martial arts wizard who dominated Chang'an City in the past.
He can make a loud fart when he lands on the ground with Qinggong, so it is very likely that he will be dazzled.
"It would be easier if we could know the division of power between monsters and ghosts."
The small black characters are all good and wonderful, but there is one thing that is a bit regretful - there has never been a division or title of realm strength.
Zhou Yi originally thought that there might not be a title similar to realm in this world.
But after contacting the Yan Qu Mansion, Zhou Yi knew that at least there were divisions in strength among the martial arts.
As long as there are rivers and lakes, struggles, life and death, fame and fortune, there will definitely be distinctions between superior and inferior, as well as corresponding titles.
"Kick, kick, kick..."
The sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and there was a hint of strangeness in the familiarity.
Er, a curly-haired young man in civilian clothes walked quietly upstairs and opened the door curtain.
Looking at the round bald head facing away from him under the bright white moonlight, excitement appeared on the slightly pale face of the intestinal slave.
He took a deep breath, bowed to the ground, and bowed to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi turned around and looked at the young servant with a face full of piety and reverence.
"What is this doing?"
The intestine slave did not stand up, but said respectfully: "Master, how can I repay the kindness of saving my life!"
"Did you see everything?"
The intestinal slave buried his head even lower: "I... the monster's abdominal cavity seemed to be transparent, as if separated by a layer of gauze. The intestinal slave could vaguely see a tall man falling from the sky and killing the monster. Although he couldn't see it clearly.
, but the intestinal slave is sure that the master is that unique master."
"Why?" Zhou Yi asked calmly.
Praise me for being handsome, praise me for being extremely handsome, unparalleled in the world...
"Although the master wears a cloth scarf, his hairline is extremely high, and he looks like he has a bald head. And there is only one monk in Wenhe County, Master." Changnu said honestly.
"Fuck...Buddha is merciful. You are so good. I have never seen you so honest."
Zhou Yi showed a kind smile: "Buddha said, don't say this. Heaven knows this and earth knows it. You know it and I know it. Tathagata knows it and Bodhisattva knows it. Don't be wrong... In short, don't spread it to outsiders. The night is long and the autumn is cold and the ground is cold. Get up.
."
"Master, don't worry. I swear to heaven and earth and to the Buddha that I will never tell anyone the secret that my master is a demon-killing monk."
A look of excitement appeared on the intestine slave's face, and then he stood up.
Zhou Yi wanted to make a modest remark, but the saintly monk thing was a bit too much. Exaggeration is okay but not too exaggerated... Suddenly, something strange flashed in his eyes.
"Intestinal slave, are you cold?"
Hearing this, the intestinal slave was startled, and when he lowered his head, he discovered that a layer of frost actually appeared between his fingers.
"Oh!"
He exclaimed, but soon discovered that the frost did not seem to have much impact on him, and he did not even feel a strong chill.
"It's strange, not only is it not cold, it's also a little warm."
As the intestine slave spoke, his voice trembled slightly: "Master, what's wrong with the intestine slave? Is he about to freeze to death like those people?"
On the small building, in the mid-air that the intestinal slave could not see, countless small black characters flew out in groups, undulating in front of Zhou Yi's eyes like waves.
As early as he noticed the abnormality of the intestinal slave, Zhou Yi began to read the small black letters.
In the small black letters, there are very few descriptions of monsters and ghosts.
But for some reason, after killing Bai Yu, the number of small prints about this toad spirit suddenly increased.
There are not only the origins of Baiyu, the environment where it breeds and lives, its tribe and natural enemies, but also the various cultivation methods on how it breathes in and out of the pond under the moon and absorbs the air of the cold weather.
Soon Zhou Yi understood what happened to the intestinal slave.
Under the moonlight, the white-robed monk suddenly smiled, touched his palms and sighed.
"Sure enough, one drink and one peck, could it be that it is predetermined that the orchid and the fruit will come to you for a reason? Intestinal slave, your boy is blessed with good fortune."
Originally thinking that he was about to die soon, the intestinal slave who was wiping tears secretly raised his head: "Master... what do you mean?"
Zhou Yi pointed to a pond not far away: "If you can trust the little monk, go to the pond every night, pick out the majestic shrimps, clams and toads that have not yet fallen asleep, observe their breathing methods, and imitate them. Within a few months, there will be
Wonderful effect.”
The intestinal slave was startled: "Ah... the master asked me to learn those shrimps and clams? Then wouldn't the intestinal slave become those ugly godsons?"
Seeing that Zhou Yi had turned around, looking at his nose and heart, and no longer paying attention to him, Chang Slave stuck out his tongue and slapped himself several times: "Hehe, master is doing this for Chang Slave's good anyway, Chang Slave is really
You deserve to be almost eaten by a monster because of your bad mouth."
Zhou Yi glared at Intestinal Slave: "You know, why don't you go?"
"Yes, the intestinal slave obeys the order."
Just as he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly remembered something, scratched his head and said, "I wonder what happened to the little servant boy who was swallowed by the monster together with the intestinal slave."
Zhou Yi laughed and scolded: "You are so lenient, why do you live by the sea? Everyone has their own destiny, so what's the use of overthinking."
After scolding the intestinal slave, Zhou Yi looked at the line of small black characters in the diagonal corner.
"The boat sails really fast. Jiangnan Road, Yangzhou Mansion, Liu Linghe... they are an interesting pair of masters and servants."
Zhou Yi smiled.
To be honest, he didn't know what changes would happen to the intestinal slave and the little servant boy in the future.
This morning, when he was using his health-preserving power to help the two people get rid of the cold poison, he vaguely felt some of the essence of the toad essence flowing into the two people's bodies.
Compared to the servant boy named Qingnu, the intestinal slave absorbs more.
"Intestinal slave, haven't you always wanted to learn martial arts? If you can master this toad skill, it will be considered a miracle in the world."
…
As the bangs fell, Wenhe County sank into silence and tranquility.
The other corner outside the human world is plunged into silent madness and restlessness.
Gray shadows that are difficult to catch with the naked eye cross the streets and alleys and gather together on the long street.
A stone carriage came through the gray mist, and a woman with a pale face and a baby in her arms stepped out of the carriage.
She looked around at the gloomy monsters, her face as if it were covered with white paper, full of solemnity and severity.
"The great Lingnan demon Bai Yu died here during the day."
"It may act like a fool, but it is Lord Pingjiang's confidant."
"If you have any clues, the county master will reward you heavily."