Daoist, I am not fragrant!

A hand fell on Zhong Tang's shoulder, and Zhong Tang slowly raised his head, looking at Li Bizhi beside him.

The jade bead and golden bell in his hand was also splashed with Jiang Yufeng's blood at some point, and with Zhong Tang's movements, it dripped to the ground again.

"It's a pity, it's really a pity." Miao Zun also slowed down a bit, as if he was sincerely lamenting Jiang Yufeng's death, then looked at Zhong Tang and said: "It can be seen that you are a ghost of a disaster, and you are full of fierceness. In the end, it will only harm others."

Zhong Tang turned his head slowly, his voice was low and hoarse and he completely lost his habitual idleness with a smile. He supported Li Bizhi's arm, stood up from the cold ground, and looked up with the same coldness as Li Bizhi. : "I am the Relic of Disaster, then what are you?"

Jade beads and golden bells were entwined between his fingers, and they were thrown out towards the dead energy that was constantly accumulating around them. The ringing of the bells was filled with a vermilion halo, but it was already stained with a strong and fierce color.

Li Bizhi's wooden sword was also returned to his hand, and the cold green sword light once again transformed into a phantom, gathering around Zhong Tang's side, and it was silently separated from the fierce spirit that had also been sealed in his spiritual veins. blended together.

"What am I—" Miao Zun laughed, grabbed the death energy in his hand, and Taiyuan's corpse on the ground rose up, filled with dirty death energy, and rushed towards the two of them.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi looked at each other, the wooden sword and the golden bell were instantly raised, and the string of jade beads moved along with Zhong Tang's figure, tightly wrapped around the neck of the corpse, and a fierce aura burst out and almost cut off the man who was controlling it. dead air.

Seeing this, Miao Zun exerted all his strength in vain, and summoned death energy from under his ragged sleeves and ragged robes, but thousands of sword lights followed closely behind, and the sword shadows were completely cut and dirty, and in a blink of an eye, they were stained with Zhong Tang's fierce spirit again. The spiritual power of Qi merged, entwined and rushed to the ground.

Li Bizhi swung his sword with his backhand, facing him amidst the billowing dead energy, and hovering at the place where the two spiritual powers converged, the wooden sword suddenly swooped down, piercing deeply into the rocky ground.

In an instant, the aura of the two of them turned into a mighty sword array, and thousands of sword qi shot out from the ground, and the sword shadows spread throughout the basement, leaving blue shadows on the wall, and there were fierce swords wrapped around them. Sha, like vermilion flames, quickly spread and burned away.Wherever he went, Taiyuan's corpse and the thread of death energy turned into dust, Miaozun drew back the thread and retreated, but he didn't want to be shot in the arm by the lightsaber array.

But the master of Taiyuan is the master of Taiyuan, the next moment Miaozun stepped straight on Li Bizhi's piercing sword light, and flew up with it, the blood overflowing from his mouth flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he just smiled and said Erase: "Okay, okay, it was the old Taoist's negligence."

"But look, what is this!"

Miao Zun waved his arms high in response, and the remaining dead energy instantly circled up and gathered above him, covering almost the entire ceiling of the basement, but dissipated quickly.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi raised their eyes vigilantly, but their eyes were shocked.

I saw that above the basement, the top covered with heavy sandstone turned into a light and transparent magic mirror, reflecting the scene on the ground.

The desolate crescent moon sprinkled a piece of silver light, reflecting the vermilion and prosperous crabapple trees in the long yellow sand.

Five evil-suppressing stars hang above the western sky, like warning white lights that suddenly brighten and then darken.

No wonder... No wonder the tunnel under their feet was so long, it was dug all the way to the bottom of Zhong Tang's tree.And because of the isolation caused by the spell in the early Yuan Dynasty, Zhong Tang never sensed Benmu's breath.

"Actually, you said that Master Daoist is too greedy, but you are right. Back then, he not only wanted the lives of the people in this city, but also wanted to find some way to take that Li Sha back for his own use. It's really ridiculous."

"However, the old man should thank him now, for giving the old man such a great convenience."

Miao Zun smiled and looked away from the Tang tree, then looked at Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi: "Why, do you still want to continue to resist?"

"If this little goblin uses a little bit more force, and is noticed by the evil star in the sky, once he lands here, he will probably destroy his tree together, and then the ashes will be wiped out, and the spirit will be wiped out——Li Daochang , are you really willing?"

There was no expression on Li Bizhi's face, his eyes were as cold as ever, and the wooden sword in his hand never dropped.

But Miao Zun knew that these were just illusions that could be torn apart.

He smiled even harder, stepped on the turbulent black and dead air, and walked slowly towards the two of them step by step, with residual blood on the corner of his mouth: "I just want to use Li Daochang's body, and I lost this body." Is it better than watching that little demon disappear physically and mentally?"

"Senior brother." At this moment, Zhong Tang opened his mouth softly, and Li Bizhi suddenly looked back at him, but neither of them said a word.

Above the basement, perhaps there was wind and sand blowing, and the begonias under the moon dropped petals one after another, as if they were going to fall directly to the deep ground through Miao Zun's magic mirror, and fell on the two of them. .

They stood under the Tang tree, looking at each other silently, as if the time passed, and they returned to the past that could no longer be touched.

Those days in the desert, accompanied by each other.

Miao Zun was on the side, and closed his mouth at some point. He watched the two standing still with great interest, but he also knew that this was something he couldn't understand.

But so what, he has firmly grasped Li Bizhi's Achilles' heel, so they can't help but bow their heads!

"Li Daochang, have you thought about it?"

Miao Zun spoke again and asked urgently, but at this moment, he unexpectedly met Li Bizhi's eyes.

His words stopped abruptly, but before he could react too much, Li Bizhi's sword light was already approaching his eyes, and Miao Zun hurriedly drew a surge of dead energy to confront him, but he heard a small ringing of bells, Coming from above.

The unspeakable premonition made Miao Zun immediately look up, his eyes widened in disbelief——

Just when Li Bizhi attacked Miao Zun, Zhong Tang flew up and rushed towards the top of the basement.

The hem of the vermilion clothes fluttered, and at that moment Zhong Tang completely let go of the suppression, and the sternness in his body burst out in an instant, mixed with the faint spirit of Tangmu, as if it wanted to split his whole body's spiritual veins.

The severe burning pain eroded Zhong Tang's whole body, but he only guarded the clarity in his heart, with difficulty but desperately injected all of them into the jade beads and golden bells in his hand, and then turned towards the transparent dharma formed by Miao Zun. mirror, and slammed it away.

"Crack-"

Lisha shattered the Dharma mirror in an instant, and then the real thick sandstone crust, and even the enchantment made up at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty—all obstacles, all isolations, were shattered in that instant.

The basement began to tremble violently, countless boulders fell, and the uncontrollable fierceness seemed to tear Zhong Tang's body to pieces, but the pain seemed to have long gone.

His body fell straight down, but for some reason, he was able to see everything that happened around him so clearly.

He saw Abanger reappear in the basement at some point, but he was not alone. Behind him were people from the city one after another. They were still holding black bowls in their hands. The flames in the bowl were unprecedented. Bright, reflecting their new and beautiful robes.

Zhong Tang seemed to understand something, and Abang Er also smiled at him.

The flames in the black bowl rose gradually, and countless dead souls, as if turning into shooting stars against the sky, passed through Zhong Tang's body, flew up from the hole he opened, and sprinkled into the dark night sky.

No wonder the people in the city have different appearances and ages. It turns out that the last remaining "people" have long since died. They just continued to wait with their remaining beliefs... Waiting for this day, they finally broke free from the century-old predicament. Dissipate freely.

Miao Zun only felt a sudden void in his body, he looked at the dead air manipulated in his hands in disbelief, it flowed away like sand and water and then melted.

"No, no, how could it be!" He frantically mobilized the spiritual power in his body in vain, trying to re-accumulate the dead energy, but found that he couldn't do it!

Miao Zun seemed to be in a state of frenzy, and kept hitting golden talismans one after another, but it was useless in the end. Even the dead energy that had not yet melted, under the guidance of the dead soul, began to bite him back!

But these seemed to have nothing to do with Zhong Tang, he just looked at the soul light all over the sky obsessively, until he fell into that familiar embrace.

Li Bizhi hugged him, and they didn't fall again, but flew up together with a little bit of soul light, and then fell into the desert, under the crabapple tree.

In the distant sky, the five evil-suppressing stars finally sensed Zhong Tang's body, bursting out fierce evil, they suddenly became bright, and then descended with an unstoppable force.

Miao Zun, who had already been backbited by the death energy, was driven mad and obsessed, and desperately pursued the Daogen spiritual vein he longed for, and rushed out of the ground following Li Bizhi, but when he was awakened by the oncoming wind and sand, he found that the evil star It's too late--

The bright light illuminated the night as if it were day, and the petals of the begonia finally became real, and fell freely and freely on the hair and clothes of the two of them.

Zhong Tang did not know where to generate a little strength, but he raised his hand and gently picked up the piece that fell on Li Bizhi's shoulder. The vermilion was in his white palm, but after staying for a moment, he was slightly chilled. Take away.

Li Bizhi held his hand, and when their eyes met, there was a relieved smile.

Just under the Tang flowers, with a smile, Li Bizhi embraced Zhong Tang's body, and then kissed Zhong Tang tenderly like the first time they had ever done.

The white light of the Suppressing Evil Star finally descended completely under the crabapple tree. This place where the Dao of Heaven is the most powerful and righteous, not only the Li Sha that has been entrenched for a hundred years, but also all the evils around it are washed away.

Miao Zun rolled his body in pain, and was reduced to ashes in despair.

But in Zhong Tang's calm gaze, only Li Bizhi's face remained, and beside them, the vermilion crabapple that seemed to fall endlessly——

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The wind and sand in the desert rose again, deeply burying everything that had happened.

The long sound of camel bells came from the distant sand dunes, and the passing Xili merchants also occasionally mentioned that who had encountered a miraculously growing crabapple tree in this piece of yellow sand.

"You're lying again. I don't believe it. How could begonias grow in such a barren place." The young people who traveled with the camel caravan would never believe such legends, and took them as a joke.

But the old man behind him walked over with a serious expression, and said reverently: "This is not a lie, I have really... seen it."

"About—there."

The sand-stained hand pointed to the golden desert under the setting sun, but there was no crabapple tree where the old man pointed. Instead, a person struggled to get up from the thick sand layer.

Fine sand and dust poured down from his dark blue Taoist robe. He seemed to have suffered a serious injury, or had slept in the sand for too long. His body was stiff and slow, but he still walked forward step by step firmly. ,while walking--

He didn't know how long he had walked, and how many sand dunes he had crossed, and finally stopped.

In front of him was a decayed dead tree. It seemed to have grown extremely luxuriantly, and the remnant outline was more than a foot thick, but now the trunk was empty, and the broken bark was filled with yellow sand.

But the man didn't seem to care, he staggered down, raised his hand, brushed away the sand mixed in the bark, and dug out the yellow sand buried in the tree trunk bit by bit.

Every movement of his is so serious and gentle, as if he is caressing a lover he hasn't seen for a long time.

The sky is getting darker, the setting sun in the western sky is sinking, and the caravan's camel bells are getting farther and farther away.

The man's movements stopped.

His cracked fingers were not very sensitive, and he touched something in the yellow sand of the tree trunk.

It was a wooden sword, which was deeply hidden in the heart of the dead wood, buried under the yellow sand, until it was carefully dug out most of it by the hands of the man.

From the throat of the person who dug the sword, there were bursts of dry sounds, like howling in pain, and like crying and laughing with joy.

After a long while, facing the wooden sword, he slowly stretched out his hand from under the worn skirt of his bosom, and carefully took out a wipe of vermilion,

At that time, the petals of a crabapple flower were tender and fresh, as if they had just fallen from the flower branch.

He gently placed the petal on the wooden sword, like a new flower growing from a dead wood, and in a blink of an eye, the petal turned into a drop of blood and melted into the hilt of the sword.

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then his fingertips tentatively stroked the place where the petals disappeared, but there was no change except for blood stains.

But the moment his finger left the sword hilt, a little green sprout suddenly appeared from the blood stain, and suddenly touched his fingertip.

The man's body almost trembled, and the blue spiritual power flowed out of Daogen's spiritual veins in an instant, and then poured into the wooden sword continuously.

The new green shoots were watered in this way, thousands of branches were drawn out in one breath, lush leaves were born in two breaths, and flowers bloomed after three breaths.

A voice came from the vermilion crabapple flowers in full bloom, with a smile as if it had been in a lifetime.

"Brother, come and catch me—"

Li Bizhi stood up in response, opened his arms, and finally firmly embraced the crabapple flower that only belonged to him.

The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah ah

Yaya can't believe it, she actually finished writing...

This chapter was supposed to be published last night, but it has been revised and revised until now

The story of the goblin and Li Zaier is almost over here

The writing of this article was not smooth, probably because I had too high expectations for Gu Dan at the beginning, and seriously ignored my own abilities. As a result, many settings were still being changed before the article was written, and there were still problems with the character settings in the end

In addition, during the whole preparation + writing process... I changed jobs three times painfully, and my life was very chaotic for a long time. When I had time to think about writing a good essay later, it was obviously difficult to continue, and it became more and more difficult. come slower

Thank you for being able to read the text to the end when I have so many problems

Thank you little angel who keeps leaving me comments

Next, there should be a coherent two or three episodes, explaining some things that are not mentioned in the main text, and the sweet life of the little goblin and Li Zaier

Although the experience in the middle was not very good, I still like this couple very much. I mentioned in the previous speech that I wanted to write an article about the daily life of the Golden Crow. After thinking about it, I decided to write it from the perspective of the yellow raccoon. Open a collection of daily paragraphs without text, and stuff some content into it whenever you want to write

In addition, "Taoist, am I fragrant or not!" "Probably will enter v after the episode is over, hurry up if you want to watch it for free~

Of course, Yaya will definitely prepare well for receiving the document. With the lessons learned this time... I will never dare to save the manuscript and start the document again.

This time I plan to write a story with a slightly more emotional ratio, but overall it will be like the previous few books, with a plot line

Welcome everyone to bookmark it, you can see it in the column, thank you very much for your support

"The Sick Beauty of the Republic of China"

Sweet pet supernatural unit essay in the Republic of China

A local tyrant spoils his wife, a mad dog attacks a sick and weak beauty under the age of x

Recently, there was a romantic incident in Yunyang City. Qi Shensheng, the second young master of the Qi family, who was crazy and ruthless, bought an expensive small western-style mansion in the west of the city, and locked up a sick beauty.

Anyone who has seen this sick beauty said that although this beauty is not young, she is really beautiful. No wonder the crazy second young master is fascinated.

But everyone who has heard about this sick beauty said that there was a knife on Sezi's head, and the crazy second young master three years ago, but he had a big fall on this beauty-not to mention losing all his wealth and property, and was also killed by him. Blind one eye.

Now everyone understood, no wonder Qi Chensheng wanted to lock him up in the building, he was afraid that he would keep him tortured every day.

The beauty Wang Luan, who was being "tortured", was wrapped in a sable fur coat from Tsarist Russia, and held a small golden enamel stove in her hand. She coughed twice with an itchy throat, and someone put the soup in a white jade cup and sent it to him. lips.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he heard the man's sly laughter: "Brother, you should drink quickly, your health is not good, how can I be willing to ask you for debts at night?"

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1. HE, 1V1, under the year, reunite after a broken mirror, but not abuse

2. Overhead Republic of China, don't study the evidence

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See you next time~

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to steal 150 bottles of manuscripts;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!