Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

In a deep courtyard, on a dark night with strong winds, a fierce lion with flaming red hair suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Standing on all four paws, it was as tall as an adult man. Are you surprised or shocked?

Anyway, Wen Jiao's heart almost stopped beating at that moment.

"Ah!" The maids beside her also saw the situation outside the window and screamed in unison. Wen Jiao's heart was frightened to death by their screams. Looking around, she saw a room full of little girls who were frightened to the point of paleness and trembling. Suddenly, someone pulled her back with great force. It turned out that Su Xin had barely maintained some composure and was struggling to stand in front of Wen Jiao.

Wen Jiao should have been as scared as they were. But firstly, she had been trained hard by the magic show performed by the Hu people during the day, and secondly, she saw that the group of little girls were so scared that they would not run away. As the only one who could defend herself, she had to stand up. So she pushed Su Xin away and said, "I'll hold this beast, you go call the guards!" As she said that, she pulled out the sword hanging on the wall and jumped out of the window.

Su Xin took a deep breath and finally stopped her hands and legs from shaking. She pushed Ming Xin, who was lying on the ground, and said, "I'll go get some help." As she spoke, her brain started working again and she came up with a brilliant idea. "I heard that wild beasts are afraid of fire. Find a way to make fire to help the young lady."

Mingxin looked eagerly at the young lady jumping out of the window to compete with the mysterious and ferocious lion. Suxin ran away again. She was the only backbone left in the room of maids. She was so nervous that she was numb: "Come, someone help me, my leg is cramped."

Downstairs, Wen Jiao was facing her first battle since traveling to the Tang Dynasty. Later, when she was conferred the title of Qingmiao Yuanjun and the Protector of the World, the battles she had experienced in her life were also sung by believers. Even the story of how she and Chen Guangrui turned against each other and fought fiercely could be recounted by storytellers with great relish, but this one was the only one left out.

After all, it is too small, too inconspicuous, and the ending is too ridiculous.

Wen Jiao raised her sword. This sword was a treasure that Yin Kaishan had dug out from his arsenal after she flirted with him for a long time when she was learning martial arts from Ye Si Niang. The sword was called Mo Hong, and it was said to have been the sword of a fierce general who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield. The light ink-colored blade was thin and sharp, and under the moonlight, it looked like a piece of light black snow.

The black snow went against the wind and cut straight into the lion's neck.

The lion seemed a little confused, until the sword was about to cut its throat, and it saw that if it didn't dodge, it would be cut, and then it slapped the sword with one claw. No matter how sharp the sword was, the side was also extremely fragile. Wen Jiao quickly withdrew the sword, lowered her head and stepped back, and took the opportunity to make a sword flower, and cut towards the lion's half paw.

Ye Si Niang taught her not only swordsmanship, but also breathing techniques, strengthening muscles and bones, etc. Wen Jiao loved sports in modern times, and she always won first place in school sports games. She was already quite savvy. In addition, Yin Wen Jiao's body was cleansed by the spiritual energy of the Ruyi Pearl. After a month of hard work, her progress was so fast that even Ye Si Niang was surprised. She often clapped her knees and cheered, saying, "If this momentum continues, she will be stronger than me in at most one year. The apprentice is dying and the master is starving to death!"

Wen Jiao thought Ye Si Niang was just being modest, but who would have thought that when she showed off her skills for the first time, the results were so good that she was beyond her expectations.

"Jing!" The sword tip collided with the lion's paw, making a sharp sound and sparks flying. Wen Jiao's hand was hurt by the shock, so she took a few steps back and took the opportunity to distance herself. The lion's reaction was a few beats slower, and it seemed that it did not expect that this little human woman could have such skills. It tilted its head in a daze, and it took a long time to realize what happened. It was immediately furious, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced on her.

Wen Jiao ran away.

You must be kidding. She was only able to cut it down because of luck and the lion's underestimation of its enemy. This beast could swallow both of her alive with its mouth. Seeing that it was so furious that it wanted to tear her apart, she would be a fool not to run away.

The lion took a step that was four or five steps away from Wen Jiao. With its immense strength, it ran like a gust of wind. Fortunately, Wen Jiao was small and agile. She had been training hard with Ye Si Niang these days, and when she ran at full speed, she was only a little slower than the lion.

"Roar!" The sharp sound of breaking wind pierced her back and caused pain through her clothes. Wen Jiao made a sharp 90-degree turn. With a dull sound, the red lion slapped the rockery with its palm, causing the broken stones to splash everywhere.

"Roar!" With another lion roar, Wen Jiao made an agile S-shaped move, and the red lion crashed into the courtyard wall, knocking off several tiles.

Wen Jiao rushed forward and continued to make a detour. When she passed the door of the building, she heard Ming Xin shouting, "Miss, catch the fire."

She followed the sound of the wind and immediately found a burning stick in her hand. The stick was carved with exquisite honeysuckle patterns. It was unknown which unlucky table the legs were taken off from and used as torches by the maids. She felt a chill on her back again, knowing that the red lion was approaching. Wen Jiao didn't have time to think about it, she turned around and poked the stick right into the red lion's wide-open mouth.

The red lion subconsciously closed its mouth with a look of pain on its face, perhaps due to a broken tooth.

Wen Jiao took the opportunity to stab with her sword. At this time, the courtyard was brightly lit. It turned out that Su Xin had called the patrolling servants. Hearing that a live lion had broken into the young lady's yard, the patrolling servants called a bunch of people, each holding torches and bows and arrows, and rushed in. From a distance, they saw Wen Jiao fighting with the lion, and everyone looked surprised. One of them who looked like a captain was the first to calm down and shouted, "Young lady, get out of the way, let us shoot this beast to death!"

Wen Jiao stepped on the pillars and flew back to the second floor. She went back through the window she had come out of. Only then did she feel her heart pounding, her limbs aching, and her breathing was beating like a drum. Perhaps it was because excessive shock would make people feel an indescribable sense of emptiness. In addition, she was with a group of young ladies panting to dismantle the table legs, so she couldn't think about being nervous. Ming Xin was the one who was very calm at this time. She came over with a basin of water and said, "Miss, wipe your face."

Wen Jiao realized something and looked in the mirror in front of the dressing table. As expected, her face was blackened by smoke. She quickly picked up the warm towel and wiped off the dust and sweat on her face: "Don't just focus on me. Hurry up and wipe your faces. I got a torch and there are a room full of little cats in the room."

When the maids heard this, they looked at each other and saw that their faces were all covered with dust. They couldn't help but laugh and each of them fetched water to wash their faces.