[Xianxia] Accompanying Longmian

The morning fog dissipated, and the twilight of the morning awakened the town that had been sleeping all night little by little. The smoke rose from the kitchen, and the fragrance of food and the smoke of the world wafted everywhere.

After breakfast, the deserted street gradually became busy, and various sounds overlapped with each other, including chickens crowing, dogs barking, men shouting, children playing, and women giggling.These voices are the most common in this small town called "Fu Mo Town", but most of the villagers who passed by have already noticed that today, there is an unusual person in the town - a foreigner .

Different from the wide-sleeved and long-swing clothes of the local villagers, this man is wearing a neat pure black dress. Only the narrow cuffs and the raised neckline are embroidered with bronzing water cloud patterns, made of gold. There is a sapphire hook in the middle of his panlong belt, but he is leaning against the low wall next to the food stall to eat steamed buns leisurely, but his expression and demeanor make him distinguishable from the crowd at a glance.

Beside him was a tall, glossy horse standing leisurely, looking at its owner with a pair of big eyes. On the horse's back was a strange box as tall as half a person. I don't know what it was. But looking at the shape, it looks like a coffin.

Ming Yuan doesn't care about the scrutiny of the villagers. Every time he passes through such a small town, he will always be scrutinized in this way. This kind of place is isolated from the world, and there are few strangers throughout the year. First, everyone finds it a novelty, and second, he is an extremely eye-catching person. Even if he walks on the crowded streets of Huadu, there are sure to be many people who deliberately stop to take a look at him, or Surprised by the evil spirit all over his body, or surprised by the knife coffin he is carrying, or envious of the horse on his crotch, or obsessed with his handsome appearance, of course, most of the last ones are women, and occasionally People of the same sex who like masculinity.

In short, this town is just a resting place for Ming Yuan. He is planning to have lunch and some dry food before leaving for the morning, and he doesn’t even need to stay in this remote place. A decent inn might as well spend the night in a tree, but this steamed stuffed bun is thin and filling, worth a try.

But just when he finished eating the third bun, an unpleasant smell came from far to near from the front right. Ming Yuan frowned, but he didn't stop, but continued to pick up the fourth bun and put it in. In his mouth, he chewed slowly.

In just a few moments of holding and releasing, the monster has already entered Ming Yuan's sight.

It was obviously a tiger demon, with colorful fur, sharp tiger claws, and murderous looks in the yellow-green beast eyes. It looked frightening, especially the roar of the tiger, like a thunderbolt in the middle of the day, scared the villagers They called their father and mother, and fled in all directions.But it is wearing a coarse cloth bunt shirt and a nondescript red silk belt around its waist. In the eyes of Ming Yuan who is used to seeing monsters and ghosts, not only does it have no power, but it is a bit ridiculous.

After the tiger demon roared, it jumped up and rushed at a villager who was about to escape, and knocked him down with one claw. Beat the man to his knees, hugging his legs and crying.

Immediately afterwards, the tiger demon rose and fell again, and many people who were slow to escape were injured by it, fell to the ground and could not move, and the shops and stalls facing the street were also smashed into a mess, except for Ming Yuan, the rest of the guests were all Run clean.

The tiger demon looked around, as if he was very satisfied with what he had done, but he didn't intend to continue to harm others, but raised his head and yelled loudly: "Daoist Mubai, this king wants to use the magic weapon, and return it to me." Please show up!" The people lying on the ground seemed to be reminded, and some people groaned occasionally, asking that person named "Mubai" to come and save them quickly.

While eating the steamed stuffed bun, Ming Yuan watched the tiger demon flaunting its might with its tail wagging, and the black horse beside him also stood there extremely calmly, without even humming.

It wasn't that the tiger demon had bad eyesight and didn't notice that there was another guy with different behaviors nearby, but that Ming Yuan deliberately used a trick to make it difficult for the demon to notice him.He was just passing by here and didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and this tiger demon is just a little goblin who can't even hide his demonic aura, and can't even transform into a human form, so he really can't bring himself to meddle in other people's business .

Now, he just wants to finish eating these buns, then pat his butt and continue on the road.

But at this moment, Ming Yuan suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

This is not the smell of women's powder, nor is it an ordinary flower fragrance, it is not even a fragrance that any mortal can smell, but Ming Yuan still can't help closing his eyes slightly and moving his nose.

"Where is the evildoer running wild!" There was a scolding, just as the ice broke through the spring, Mingyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a white-clothed cultivator kicking diagonally, kicking the majestic tiger demon straight away go out.

Most beast monsters have rough skin and thick flesh, and this tiger monster is no exception. After hitting heavily on the porch pillar of a private house, it scrambled to its feet again, roared, and rushed towards the white-clothed monk. A man and a demon fight in one place in an instant.

Ming Yuan knew that the tiger monster was not the monk's opponent after just one glance, so he no longer cared about their moves, but focused his attention on the monk.I saw him wearing a gauze crown, wearing a white robe, and holding an ice jade long sword. Although he was only a middle-aged man, he was heartbroken because of his awe-inspiring righteousness.

But Mingyuan was extremely disappointed when he saw it. He thought that the person with the strange fragrance would be a peerless beauty, but he didn't want to be a handsome man. It's more powerful, but in my opinion, it's not too high-end, it's just a three-legged cat kung fu, and the very interest is reduced to three points.

Just thinking about this, the monk in white squeezed a formula with his left hand, gathered his strength and pushed forward, and the sword in his hand turned into a hundred sword qi to attack the tiger monster, knocking the monster to the ground immediately, he took advantage of the situation and moved forward, He wanted to end the life of the tiger demon with a sword, but he didn't pierce the sword. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his left knee softened, and he half knelt down with the sword on the ground.

Ming Yuan frowned as he watched. Where did this monk come from? How did he get so bad? He used brute force to fight monsters before, but he finally injured himself when he finally resorted to Taoism.Taoism is so poor, no wonder the demons and ghosts have begun to rise again in recent years.

The tiger demon was already planning to kill, but he didn't expect a big pie to fall from the sky, and the opponent started to vomit blood for some reason. He hurriedly endured the severe pain all over his body and reluctantly got up, let go of "you wait for me" With such harsh words, he fled out of town with a limp.

Seeing this situation, the villagers either hid at home and peeked through the cracks of the door, or huddled under the table and benches, or lay on the ground and hummed. No one came to check on the monk's injuries.

Ming Yuan sighed, moved his hands slightly, and a stream of clear spring flowed through his hands, washing away all the oil from the buns, then he shook his hands and walked in front of the monk.The white-clothed monk seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned his head. A pair of eyes were like two black agates soaked in clear water. The eyes set on that pale face were shockingly beautiful. Ming Yuan's thoughts moved, but he hadn't waited for him yet. Before that, the monk staggered to his feet, wiped the blood dripping from his mouth, turned around and passed Ming Yuan, and staggered away along the street.

Ming Yuan raised an eyebrow, and the three-point interest suddenly rose to seven points. At this time, the villagers who were pretending to be dead gradually became alive again, and you started talking about each other.

"This time it's thanks to Master Mu Bai again, he is really a great benefactor of our town."

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Is there really no way to break the curse?"

"It's a pity to die young..."

"Master Mubai's mana is getting weaker and weaker, what should I do next time when the monster comes again?"

"What are you worried about? It doesn't matter if he really dies. Anyway, there will be Mulan and Muzi without Mubai. Their Mu family was born to protect this place."

After Ming Yuan listened carefully, he pieced together the whole thing in his mind, and then went to an old lady selling sesame seed cakes to buy three sesame seed cakes, and then began to inquire about the monk in white.

"That real person's immortal method just now seems to be not bad, but why did he vomit blood all of a sudden?"

"Oh, this is fate..." The aunt pretended to shake her head, as if she was a little sad, but Ming Yuan didn't see any sadness or pity in her eyes.He sneered in his heart, and asked again: "Could it be that he was born with a disease?"

"It's not a disease, it's a curse." The aunt said firmly, "The son's surname is Mu, and his name is Mu Bai. He has stayed in our town since he was a child. Their Mu family has been guarding the monsters that suppressed our village for generations. Mu Bai Makoto is already the fourth generation."

"The fourth generation? So that monster has been suppressed for more than two hundred years?"

"Not that long," the aunt waved her hand, "That happened more than 100 years ago. It is said that the monster cursed the Mo family before it was suppressed, so each generation of the Mu family could not live to be 30 years old. , the curse seems to be getting worse, the last member of the Mu family died before he was 25."

Ming Yuan understood, and asked again: "Then Master Mubai—"

"It's twenty-one," the aunt at the sesame seed stall seemed a little disappointed, but changed the subject, "I don't know how old you are this year, sir? Why did you come to our small town?"

She has lived for more than 60 years, so of course she knows how to get words out of other people's mouths without a trace. In fact, she doesn't have any bad intentions. She just wants to know more about things that the villagers don't know. Fortunately, she can gossip more. To talk about, to show off.

But Ming Yuan lived much longer than her, so he saw through her thoughts at a glance, made up a few words to explain things off, and then turned the topic back to the monsters guarded by the Mojia era.He was a little curious about this matter, because in his opinion, there is indeed a magic formation outside, but it is not the magic formation that the old woman said in front of him, but it is used for surveillance, and has nothing to do with suppressing monsters.But after all, a hundred years have passed since the incident, and the old woman was not even born at that time. The whole story was based on hearsay, and many details were left and right, which cannot be trusted.

Mingyuan saw that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he put the sesame seed cakes in his saddle bag, led the horse and found someone in the village to stay overnight.

After setting up the horses, he pushed to the owner that he wanted to buy something, and after going out, he found a place where no one was around and turned into a stream of water vapor and headed south - he had cast a tracking spell on Mu Bai before, but now he wanted to buy something. Let's see where this cultivator who is cursed with premature death lives. If there are any powerful monsters, he can also destroy them. It should be a tooth sacrifice to Longya, and the curse on the little cultivator will be lifted by the way.