kill the fox

Ningci traveled day and night to Xuanquanzhi.

The streets are bustling with traffic, weaving into the world.

More than once, Ning Ci saw many demons walking through the market swaggeringly like human beings, followed several of them, and saw that those demons were just doing trivial daily things without any major movement, only then realized that the world had changed a long time ago.

In the past, Xuanquan was used as the dividing line between the two worlds of humans and demons. Xuanquan set the east as the human world and the west as the demon world. Demons generally do evil, do not know etiquette, and are difficult to educate, so Hengqing Mountain will often receive people's wishes. , Go down the mountain to drive away the ghosts and ghosts who crossed the border. Now it seems that humans and monsters live together, regardless of each other, and they get along quite harmoniously.

"Stinky Taoist priest! You have been staring at me since I bought vegetables! Follow me all the way home! I am a good demon! I have a wife and children! Don't even think about doing it!" The demon who turned into a handsome scholar suddenly turned his head and looked up. said with him.

Ning Ci stood on the edge of the wall in a daze for a moment. He wasn't afraid to find out, so he followed behind in an open and honest manner. He didn't expect the demons to become so bold now. The demons back then were like rats when they heard the word Taoist. Running around like a cat.

He really didn't do anything bad. Ning Ci quickly realized that he was no longer obsessed with the traditional impression of monsters. Now monsters are the same as humans. He bowed slightly: "I'm sorry."

The monster turned around and slammed the door: "I should have made myself ugly before I went out!"

"..."

Well, he did pick a good-looking monster to follow.

He jumped off the edge of the wall and walked to the street, and saw a group of people huddled together, chattering, looking at the notice on the wall, out of curiosity, Ning Ci squeezed in, seeing A piece of yellow paper was pasted on the wall, with two large characters at the beginning, which indicated demons.Ning Ci wondered in his heart, it turned out that it was specially for demons to read. Looking down, the handwriting below was neatly written:

From now on, a curfew system will be implemented for good-looking male monsters, starting at Haishi and ending at Maoshi.

Below is a line of demonic prose that looks like a ghost drawing. Ning Ci is not very proficient, so after reading it roughly, it is similar to the content above.

Below are a few stick figures that have been enchanted. The characters and scenes in the paintings will change repeatedly. It is about a charming male demon who didn't sleep well at night and came out to wander around. The story of the big demon who took it away.

From this point of view, even if you don't know Chinese characters or demon script, you can still know what is written on it. The person who wrote the notice is also careful.

Ning Ci glanced at the year inadvertently, frowned slightly, and stared at it for a while, Chaoci 23 years? !How could it be Chaoci's 23 years?

He casually asked a demon: "Has this year been repeated?"

The demon looked at him strangely: "No."

No?His heart was shocked, that is to say, the hundreds of years he spent in Wanjuan Pavilion was just his illusion? !How could it be possible that he only retreated for 19 years? !

Standing in a daze for a long time.

also good.He smiled.

Yeah.

Owing to others for 19 years is essentially the same as owing others for hundreds of years, which doesn't make him feel any change.But for the other person... less time is better after all.

Going back to the notice again, I asked the demon next to me, and learned that the recent nights were indeed not very peaceful, some demons disappeared and were killed for no reason, and they were not targeting people, only demons, or male demons.

No wonder the handsome male monster he followed just now reacted violently.

The existence of the demon perfectly balances the weakness of women in terms of size and strength. For the demon, the female demon is more difficult to deal with than the male demon.A woman, if you deceive her and hurt her, she may compromise because of her soft personality or lack of support. The banshee is different. If you can't treat her as an equal, she won't bother to quarrel with you. Reasoning with you, I'm too lazy to make an agreement with you, the fierceness in my blood is rampant, going up and directly fighting with you, it will be a demon life.

Ning Ci has some headaches. Now besides the people's livelihood, there is also the problem of monsters. The people's livelihood used to be managed by the great immortal families, so who is in charge of the monsters now?

Ning Ci thought that not only are there many types of monsters, but they have different creations and different levels of recognition of characters. They also have a little magic in their hands. The people are a hundred times more difficult, and such a matter may not be able to be handled by ordinary people, even if it is entrusted to him, it may not be handled perfectly.

Just as he was thinking, when he walked to a teahouse, a storyteller picked up Xingmu and patted the table, and the people below fell silent instantly, looking forward to the people on the stage, waiting for him to speak.Ning Ci was feeling thirsty, so Shi Shiran walked in, found a place to sit down, and ordered a pot of tea.

The room was a bit dark, and the place where the storyteller stood was the brightest. Two paper windproof lamps illuminated the singing stage warmly. After Ning Ci came in, he realized that the storyteller was blind. The red and black ones that have been held are shiny, and not only the storyteller, but also the buzzer, erhu player, and sheng player next to him... are also blind.

"...Half a piece of paper for fame and fame, ten years of wealth and honor, it's better to be a happy fairy, let others envy that marriage—"

The storyteller lengthened and slid down the back sound of the last line of libretto, and at the same time, picked up half of the cymbals in his hand and clapped them, and the huqin also fell down with the singing, and the next part is the speaking part up.

There were a lot of people, four people sat at a table, Ning Ci took a sip of tea, thinking about how to find Rong Rong and the Shen Keqing who was possessed by a fierce sword in this world where people and monsters have mixed together, and suddenly heard Some people said the three words Wanjuange, and they were not in the mood to listen to the book, but now they are all focused.

"...It turns out that the woman was originally the only daughter of the ancestor of the Yushan School of Begonia. Demons and goblins are frightened by the news! Patriarch Haitang thought she would be able to achieve enlightenment and cultivation, but I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it, guess what?! Women are sad about beautiful men, and she picked a bright night to pull Patriarch Haitang’s chief disciple. The head of the Yushan School, known as Yuanxiu Changsong, the world-renowned Daoist Mo Changsheng eloped down the mountain!"

Ning Ci's expression froze, he couldn't think of this... Well, it turned out that this was about his parents. Two people who were so famous did something even more famous, and all the people below were happy cried: "Good! Well done!"

"You should go at night when the weather is good!"

"Yes! Don't be afraid!"

……

"..." Ning Ci slightly supported his forehead.

He clenched Duan Nian tightly in his hand, it turned out that the sword belonged to his mother, it turned out...his surname was Mo.The storyteller took a sip of tea and continued:

"The more exciting thing is yet to come! Mo Daochang and her came to an unnamed mountain. At that time, it was already dawn and dawn, and the wind was waning. I saw the white snow and catkins flying, and the red rain and peach blossoms. Hey, there was no shadow of the demon. , the Daoist Changsheng immediately turned black, ahahaha, only then did he know that he was tricked by his junior sister!"

Ning Ci: "..."

"His junior sister saw that he was going to leave, she dragged her and asked, 'You really don't want to be with me? Go up, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—the two had a hearty fight on the unnamed mountain. After the fight, his junior sister asked again, "Do you really want to be with me?" Answer, just as he was hesitating, he felt his body sink, and his junior sister actually grabbed the clothes on his chest and kissed him!"

Everyone was excited, and they screamed like boiling water in an instant.

Ning Ci blushed slightly, pursed his lips and looked around, for fear that any knowledgeable person would recognize the Duannian Sword in his hand. Although he knew that most of the details were compiled by later generations, it would be fine to be recognized. It's fine to admit it generously, but that... how embarrassing it is, now the world must know that not only his parents are famous, but their son will soon be famous too.

"Master, why are you blushing?"

"Ah? No." Ning Ci quickly denied.

The person who was talking was a young man sitting opposite him. He couldn't tell his age, and he was very neat. He looked like a young man from a wealthy family, but Ning Ci could tell at a glance that he was actually a demon, and he should have just transformed into a human form. Not high, the mind is equivalent to that of a human being who is just over ten years old, which belongs to the stage where nature is difficult to hide, and generally loves to play.

The young master jokingly said, "Did the Taoist priest do similar things?"

He choked on the tea.

When Ning Ci raised his head, he met the smiling eyes of the little boy.

"Nothing," he replied.

The narrator is still saying:

"After his junior sister kissed him, she already knew the answer in her heart. The two of them had been in love for a long time. How could they not know each other's feelings? But she felt sorry for him, so she said to him: 'If you don't want to, I'll go back and tell Master that you defiled me tonight. You still have to want me in the end!' Seeing that this charming junior sister is about to fall into the trap, have a sip of tea, and fellow villagers will listen to me tomorrow—” With a snap, everyone’s thoughts were brought back to reality.

The people in the seat took a sip of tea one after another, feeling unfinished.

Ning Ci has no impression of his parents at all. He is satisfied to hear people tell their stories in ordinary days, but when he thinks of their ending, he begins to feel sad again.

Ning Ci looked out of the window, it was already dark, the lights of the night market outside gradually lit up, and there were shouts and beats.

"Selling glutinous rice balls, selling glutinous rice balls, the glutinous rice balls here are big and round—"

It turns out that today is the Lantern Festival.

He suddenly missed his little junior sister. If she was here, she would definitely take his junior uncle and Liu Xuzhi to Wanjuan Pavilion to live with him. Ning Ci was locked in Wanjuan Pavilion and couldn't get out. It didn't matter, she would Bringing everyone here, on the surface, they are coaxing the junior sister, but in fact, the junior sister has been taking care of him.

Later, Liu Xuzhi told him that the little junior sister hadn't held any small animals for more than half a year after getting into trouble, and trembled whenever she saw a fox.

The tea guests left one after another, and people moved around in the teahouse. Ning Ci saw that they all had places to go, but he didn't know where to go, and felt a little lonely.

The laughter of children came from outside, noisy and lively, crowded with people, happy and happy, the steam in the glutinous rice ball pot steamed up, enveloping the smiles on people's faces, at this moment, looking at the world of fireworks, Ning Ci really felt the vastness of the crowd .

He sat on the seat for a while, watching the number of people here gradually decrease, paid the tea money, and was about to leave the teahouse, suddenly a man who looked like a policeman stood by the table where he drank tea, and said in a businesslike manner. said:

"My lord, please go."

Ning Ci looked at him, and it turned out that this sentence was not meant for him. This man was wearing a red tasseled hat and an official uniform. He was tall and strong, looking at the young man opposite him.

He had been looking at all kinds of lights outside through the crowd just now, when he turned his head, he met the young man's eyes.

Suddenly, his heart tightened inexplicably.

The little boy immediately laughed, his eyebrows were crooked, and he said to the standing official, "Who are you?"

The man was very impatient, and began to put his hands on the young man's shoulders, lifted him up from the seat, and said in a rough voice, "You will know when we arrive."

The little boy was swayed by his figure, still smiling, and said: "But I still want to eat glutinous rice balls later."

Ning Ci suddenly stood up and said to the young master, "Then let's go, I invite you."

The official glared at him, but seeing that he was dressed in white, like a Taoist priest, he held back and said nothing, and still put his hands on the young man forcefully, like a firm shackle.

"Okay." The little boy smiled, as if he had forgotten that someone was still holding him, and impatiently took a step in the direction of Ning Ci, but the hand on his shoulder was too strong and pulled him back.

Seeing his undefended appearance, Ning Ci couldn't help thinking that if a person or demon with evil intentions said this to him, he might follow him wholeheartedly, so what should I do!

At this time, a man who looked like a servant came up. He had been looking at the door all the time. He looked very much like a person serving tea in a teahouse. When he walked to the table, he glanced at the official servant ironically, and then quickly lost his face. With a smiling face, he said: "My lord's house also prepares glutinous rice balls, young master please!"

Then I heard the little boy really ask: "Is there any black sesame stuffing?"

Ning Ci: "..."

That boy: "Yes."

Ning Ci looked at this young man who didn't know the dangers of the world, and asked, "Then you won't go with me?"

The little boy answered simply: "No."

Ning Ci: "I can also treat you to black sesame stuffing."

The little boy: "But I go to someone's house, and I can go to sleep directly after eating, can you take me to your house?"

"..."

Ning Ci was slightly ashamed, he couldn't, because he didn't have a mansion.

In this case, Ning Ci no longer insisted, let the way out, and watched the two people take the young master away.

Three demons.One little monster, who doesn't understand anything, and two big monsters, with malicious intentions, think of seeing the notice today, and believe him to eat a ghostly glutinous rice ball!

I used to worry about people being harmed by demons.

Now I have to worry about the demon being harmed by the demon.

Times are advancing and tasks are developing.

But it's nothing, isn't that what Taoist priests do?

He drank the remaining tea in the cup, put the teacup away, and followed.

The two of them led the young man through the alleys, turned around the street corner, and came to the quiet gate of the mansion, which was grand but without a door plaque.

After the young man left the teahouse, he was very quiet and didn't ask a word. Compared with his real appearance just now, this is a bit unusual.

After the three demons entered, soon, different demons came from all directions, and each of them carried one or two little demons or demons who had passed out, carrying them on their shoulders, swaggering.

Ning Ci put away his broken thoughts, and silently followed behind a group of monsters. In the middle of the night, there were no lanterns here, and there was no festive atmosphere. Halfway through, a monster suddenly turned around and found him, asking: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

Ning Ci immediately put on a smile: "I heard that there are glutinous rice balls here, and I want to eat glutinous rice balls too."

The man who turned into a demon seemed to smile, and asked, "Are you a demon? We don't accept people here."

"Yeah yeah."

The man asked casually, "What kind of demon are you?"

Ning Ci: "Fox demon."

"Ah, fox demon." He said with some joy in his tone, "I heard that fox demons are very good-looking. Come, come here and let me have a look."

Ning Ci approached him, the man held a ball of fire in his hand, and immediately smiled on his face, seemingly very happy, and praised: "Well, you didn't embarrass your fox demons. Just follow me, I Take you to eat glutinous rice balls."

The road twists and turns, turns and stops. The mansion does not look big, but it occupies a large area. After a while, a group of demons came to a bungalow and sent different demons into different rooms. What surprised Ning Ci was that those monsters were obedient and opened the door as if they were returning to their own home.

Until the monsters in front and behind him were gone, Ning Ci was still following the monster.

"Brother, where are we going, aren't we going to eat glutinous rice balls?" Ning Ci stepped forward and asked.

"Go, isn't this taking you away? Let's take you to the side room to rest for a while, our lord is preparing for the dinner." The man took him to a small room alone, and gently pushed him in. I had to turn around and ask when I could eat glutinous rice balls. The door behind me was shut with a snap, followed by a click and the sound of a lock being locked.

Ning Ci excitedly became excited, sure enough!There must be something tricky here!It is right to follow!It's unlucky for those monsters, tonight he will see what kind of tricks this place is!

But soon he couldn't get excited. It was too late when he found out that this room was also tricky. The next moment, he finally couldn't support his heavy body, and he swayed and fell to the ground.