I cross the cold pond

Xu Ziru came to see Yan Qinghe and opened his mouth, and was going to continue to ask what was going on with this thing, and what it meant to bring the Nuwa stone into a dream.

Yan Qinghe said that after everyone summoned the soul of the good man at night, he asked Uncle Liu to explain it to him in detail.

Xu Ziru was slightly skeptical when he heard the words: "You are not here to coax me to stabilize me, are you?" He thinks that Yan Qinghe should not have such an IQ, no, it should be said that Yan Qinghe doesn't bother to do this.

He is a person who doesn't even bother to lie, so he shouldn't try to trick him just to fool him.

Sure enough, Yan Qinghe ignored him, turned around and left He Dashan's room directly.

Xu Ziru had nothing to do in the afternoon after lunch.

He wandered around for a few times but couldn't find Uncle Liu in the house. Thinking that he couldn't sleep at night, he yawned and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dusk, Xu Ziru grabbed his hair and sat up on the bed, suspecting that he had missed his meal.

In this and previous lives, Xu Ziru didn't pay much attention to his life, he didn't pay much attention to what he wore, what he used, where he slept, and in fact, he didn't pay much attention to what he ate.

But in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, three meals a day must be eaten, and bigu is absolutely not allowed. When he first came here, only the feeling of fullness would make him feel safe and make him feel Still personal.

After a long time, three meals a day will become a habit.

Even when he was living in the cave some time ago trying to figure out God's will, when the time came, he would go outside to buy some game to satisfy his hunger.

After Xu Ziru got up, he sat at the table and knocked half a stack of melon seeds. When the sky became dark, there were young men walking back and forth in the porch to ask people to gather in the front hall.

Xu Ziru opened the door and said hello, and asked the boy for something to eat, but the boy asked him to wait, and not long after, he stuffed a pastry wrapped in kraft paper into his arms.

After stuffing it, he gave him a hard look, told him to use it slowly, and left to get busy.

He is a good demigod, spent a few days with people in He's house, but he was coaxed by people as a fool.

Xu Ziru felt a little funny, and walked towards the front hall while unpacking the kraft paper package.

Palm-sized kraft paper wrapped a few pieces of dragon beard crisps. This thing is made of maltose. It tastes sweet and is easy to fall off. Xu Ziru didn't care.

Before he reached the front hall, he heard the voice of Linglong from behind him: "Little brother, what are you eating?"

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand in her direction: "Dragon beard crisp, so sweet."

Linglong smiled: "Junior brother likes to eat sweets."

Xu Ziru also smiled: "Little senior sister can also try."

Linglong smiled and carefully reached out to pick it up on the kraft paper, Xu Ziru smiled at her: "Be careful to be seen by Senior Sister Liuying, or she will talk about you again."

Linglong squeezed a piece of Longxusu between her fingers, and Chao Xu blinked freely: "She has already gone to the front hall with senior brother, so she won't find out."

Xu Ziru was amused: "Little Senior Sister found that the food at the foot of the mountain is delicious, so you don't want to eat any more?"

Linglong stuffed the Dragon Beard Cake into her mouth, and squeezed it lightly. She was blinded by Tian Tian, ​​and after a while, she replied: "I still want it."

Xu Ziru cleared the candy residue from his hands, and wanted to say that he would take her to eat something more delicious next time, and that he would never want to eat bigu again after taking care of it.

Before she could say anything, seeing Yan Qinghe standing at the entrance of the front hall, he stood upright like a stone statue in front of the door, and when he heard the movement coming, he tilted his head slightly, Linglong hurried forward nervously.

Xu Ziru walked slowly behind Linglong, and saw Linglong standing obediently in front of Yan Qinghe, Yan Qinghe took out a handkerchief from his bosom, spread it on his palm, Linglong ate the leftovers Most of the dragon whiskers are placed on top.

Xu Ziru walked slowly, and heard Yan Qinghe preaching: "You have not made any progress in your practice for so long, because your mind is always on external things and it is difficult to meditate."

Xu Ziru thought to himself——you Yan Qinghe, why do other young girls like to eat it, everyone has to live like a shit like you.

He was upset, so he pinched another piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes were squinted by the sweetness.

Linglong had no reason, since she was a child, she respected and feared this unsmiling elder brother.

From laughing and chatting in front of Xu Ziru, turning around and seeing the senior brother, he can immediately turn into a quail.

This morning in front of the hall, he took a sip of the pastry secretly. The senior brother saw that he didn't say anything, thinking it was nothing serious.

When I saw Xu Ziru just now, seeing the smiling face of her junior brother, she stretched out her hand without holding back, and now she was caught by the senior brother, she confessed her mistake to the senior brother shyly, saying that she would not Stop being distracted by these external things.

The senior brother nodded slightly, Linglong glanced back at Xu Ziru, and immediately entered the front hall.

After Xu Ziru finished eating a few pieces of dragon beard crisps, he walked up to Yan Qinghe while clapping his hands, marveling: "Senior brother himself has no heart, and he wants everyone in the world to be as heartless as himself."

Yan Qinghe had a helpless expression on his face, but Xu Ziru didn't pay much attention, he patted the dregs on his hands, and walked past him into the front hall.

When it was getting darker and darker, the voice of the people in the front hall gradually became smaller at night, and everyone was waiting for the soul-calling ceremony of the midnight rest, waiting for the good man to wake up.

Xu Ziru was sitting idle in the front hall, bored, he found some dice from nowhere, and yelled at people to roll the dice to pass the time.

The behavior of this brothel and gambling house disdains everyone, Xu Ziru yelled for a long time but couldn't get a corner, he was quite bored, sat on his seat and rolled the dice with himself, and the dice shook loudly .

On the other side, An Xi and An have already made all the preparations.

The small yard in front of the good man's bedroom is already covered with soul silk, and two soul-calling flags are erected at the entrance, rustling in the wind.

There are three white candles erected in front of the altar of summoning souls. The candlelight is in the breeze. On the altar is a stack of talisman paper about half a palm high. Next to it is a copper tripod about the size of an adult's palm. Inside the tripod is a layer of There are four white threads on the white rice and rice.

An Xi stood silently in front of the spirit summoning platform with a bell in his hand, while Monk Liao An held the Buddha in his hand and murmured softly.

The two of them looked at the direction of the shadow of the tree under the moonlight, and Anxi tore off a corner of the cloth that the great good man often wore from the ground, lit it in front of the candle, and threw the burning cloth into the copper tripod in front of him.

The white thread inside the cauldron was ignited immediately, An Xi quickly shook the calling bell in his hand, and Liao An also began to chant sutras.

The movements of the two became faster and faster, the fire in the cauldron seemed to be burning more and more vigorously, and An Xi began to shout "Where is the pillow, come back".

His voice was low and ghostly, rippling out in the empty and silent yard.

After waiting for half a cup of tea like this, the courtyard is still quiet as if there is nothing.

Until the fire inside the cauldron started to get smaller, and finally shook twice as if lingering on its last breath, it was completely extinguished, and the bell in Anxi's hand also lost its sound.

The three candles on the altar flickered twice in the breeze, An Xi suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the front yard of the good man's residence, and the night was so quiet that there seemed to be no sound.

An Xi's face was pale—he didn't even recruit the soul of a good person, so where would the departed soul go?

Liao An was counting the prayer beads beside him, before he could say "Amitabha", a flame half a person's height suddenly rose in the cauldron that had been completely extinguished just now, and the candle flame of the white candle on the table also shook violently.

The half-person-high candle flame twisted in the air like a phantom.

An Xi and An were still in shock, when a horrifying black air suddenly surged out from the palm-sized copper tripod under the intense firelight.

The black energy poured out overwhelmingly, and seemed to be consciously condensed into some indescribable shapes, and rushed towards An Xi's face standing in front of the soul-calling platform in a daze.

An Xi felt as if she could see countless distorted grimaces from the cloud of black air.

His face froze, and he swung his right hand with the summoning bell towards the black air blowing towards his face, and he quickly retreated a distance of half a foot.

"Master Liao An!" He hastily called Liao An who was standing there.

It was already midnight, and there were more than twenty people scattered in the front hall of the mansion.

There are a lot of people, but the place is not very big, and there are not many places for activities. Many people can only sit in their seats and whisper to the people next to them.

As the night got deeper and deeper, fatigue had filled the whole room, and the voice of speaking was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Yan Qinghe had been standing at the half-open gate for a quarter of an hour, and he looked outside the door frequently.

He looked towards the corridor for a while, and then looked towards the direction of the moon in the sky.

Xu Ziru took off his shoes and sat cross-legged in the corner for comfort. He supported his head with one hand, and with the other hand he was idly shaking a few dice.

Shen Di, who was sitting not far away, hadn't slept well for several nights, and now she was sitting around and taking a nap with several of her juniors.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the distance of the corridor, and Yan Qinghe stepped out of the door, frowning and looking at the way he came.

"Qinghe!"

The person who came was tied with a long cloth and a silver thread. It was Uncle Liu whom Xu Ziru had met in the morning and who hadn't seen him after searching for a long time.

Uncle Liu's voice was not low. In the quiet front hall, it was like a thunderclap splitting the drowsy silence, and everyone's voices became louder.

Someone else stood up from his seat and asked sharply, "Who is it?! Why are you alone outside?"

However, the person came in a hurry and had no time to pay attention to him. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Qinghe's wrist, and said in a sharp voice, "You have to lure away the summoned monsters, and then send someone to disperse the crowd here."

Yan Qinghe's eyes sank when he heard the words: "Why did you attract these things?"

Uncle Liu's face was not very good-looking: "It's because I wanted to go wrong!"

When Liu Shu appeared at the door, Xu Ziru's dice-playing hand had already slowed down. He was sitting far away, and the surrounding voices were noisy, so he couldn't hear what Uncle Liu and Yan Qinghe were talking about.

With his hands on his head, he could only tell by the expressions of the two of them in front of him that something serious might have happened.

Liuying and Linglong were also called over, and the four of them stood at the door of Tianjimen discussing things with serious faces.

Xu Ziru was still barefooted on the chair, thinking about what could have happened at this moment, could it be that he summoned a ghost for the good man?He stretched out his hand to take out the copper coins from his cuff and do some calculations, but he saw Yan Qinghe and Liu Ying walked out.

While everyone in the room was still at a loss, Linglong raised her voice: "Everyone! Everyone!"

As soon as the voice fell, apart from the open door in the hall, the other several wooden doors collapsed as if swept by a strong wind, and several carved wooden windows fell to the ground with "bang bang" and cracked apart.

"Linglong, be careful!" Liu Ying's voice came from outside the door.

Xu Ziru looked up, and Anxi, whose facial features were already difficult to distinguish, was wrapped in a thick black mist and rushed straight behind Linglong.

As soon as his face changed, he immediately stood down from the chair. He was still barefoot, and his legs were still a little numb because of the cross-legged sitting position. Don't touch it!"

Xu Ziru has seen too much of this thing in his previous life, and most of the familiar people around him were killed by this thing.

Xu Ziru was short of breath, and Linglong just rolled around to avoid the cloud of black air. Panting for breath, she drew out her sword and calmed down to comfort everyone: "Everyone, don't worry, please follow me later." Leave the He family mansion.

My senior brother will set up a magic formation for the mansion after everyone leaves, this monster will never leave the mansion. "

Seeing that it didn't attack Linglong, the black air wrapped in Anxi began to change its target. It rushed towards Xu Ziru, who cursed secretly. Before he had time to put on his shoes, he raised his feet and ran out, mouth The boss still hasn't forgotten to order: "I'll lure this thing away, and you leave the He family mansion quickly.

Those boys from Fu Anmen sent two people to gather the boys in the house and take them away from the house.

Shen Di, and you, take out Dong Bo He Chan and Miao Yinxian who are trapped in the house.

After going out, lock the gate of the courtyard, and paste town magic charms on the four corners of the southeast, north and south. "

He gave orders methodically as he ran.

He was chasing after him with the black air of peace behind him, and he couldn't see anything, his mind was still thinking about where to lead this thing.

He staggered and took this thing to the small bamboo forest in the courtyard where there was no one, his mind quickly turned to find a way to escape.

Not to mention spells and incantations, these things are really embarrassing for him. He saw these things in the Library Pavilion, and thought that saving his life was important. He had memorized them before, but it was useless to memorize them. It was just a Taoist "Wang Yuyan" .

Xu Ziru was still thinking that he could procrastinate for a while, and when everyone in the house left, Yan Qinghe would set up a magic-binding formation in the house, and then he could just lead him to Yan Qinghe.

It was a bit stupid to do it stupidly, but there was really nothing he could do.

Xu Ziru wanders the wild all year round, and occasionally because he hasn't washed for a long time, his image and temperament are like a beggar being chased for miles by wild dogs.

The experience of being chased by a dog came in handy at this escape point. Xu Ziru ran around the small bamboo forest twice with the cloud of black air. In the darkness, there was a person in light-colored clothes walking towards him, and he just wanted to open his mouth to call for the person to stay away.

This person's figure was swift, and he was in front of his eyes in just two blinks.

——"What are you running for?" The visitor asked coldly.

Yan Qinghe held the Yunjiao sword, the sword body was shining blue and white under the moonlight, he asked in a calm voice, and the Yunjiao sword in his hand had already struck a blue and white light towards the black mist.

Xu Ziru supported his knees and gasped for breath, and could still taunt after hearing this: "Aren't you going to run and wait to die?"

"I won't let you die."

Yan Qinghe spoke in a straightforward manner, not a promise, but simply stating a fact.

Xu Ziru was so tired that he didn't bother to talk to Yan Qinghe, so he just teased: "Then you can't stop me from courting death."

Yan Qinghe didn't speak again, he stepped forward and wrestled with the frightening black mist, Yun Jiaojian moved in the clouds and flowing water with a few blue and white sword winds, and Anxi, who was entangled in the black mist, fell out of the black mist It hit the ground with a bang.

The twisted black mist was still about to pounce on Anxi, Yan Qinghe held a sword in his right hand, and held a piece of talisman in his left hand, and the moment the black mist wrapped around Anxi again, he immediately pasted the talisman on Anxi's head.

Anxi fell to the ground with a bang in the black mist, and for a while the black mist wrapped Anxi and lost her movement.

Yan Qinghe put his sword back into its sheath, stretched his hand back and directly grabbed Xu Ziru's wrist, then pulled Xu Ziru along and said, "This talisman can hold it for a stick of incense at most.

You quickly left He's house with your people. "