wine hit fairy

"Brother Wu Xia, if you don't let me see it, I'll just make a scene all night! Let me go! Let me go! I haven't seen a real exorcist Fu Ling yet!"

He was dangling in the quilt, and the bed was also creaked by him, but he couldn't get up because he was pressed by the bamboo branches.

Suddenly, the bamboo branch lifted up.

Lu Xiaochan stood up with a swipe: "Brother Wu Chi, did you let me watch the excitement?"

"You go, don't regret it."

"What do I have to regret?" Lu Xiaochan put on her shoes and socks, only to realize they were put on backwards when she fell to the ground.

He was too lazy to switch back, and was about to run to the door, but was stopped by Shu Wuxia with a bamboo branch.

"Put on your shoes."

"Alas..." Lu Xiaochan had no choice but to take off her shoes and change the left and right.

At this time, almost all the folks in the town came to Wusi Winery with torches.

Lu Xiaochan couldn't squeeze in the crowd on the inner third floor and the outer third floor.

But he was relying on listening, not watching.

The Chen family sent servants to assist the fairy.

Xianjun wore a chic and elegant robe, pinched his beard, and pointed to the door.

The servants of the Chen family immediately removed the dilapidated door of the restaurant.

At that moment, the villagers cried out in surprise, and they all backed up, almost stepping on Lu Xiaochan's foot.

Shu Wuxia said, "Have you held on tightly?"

Lu Xiaochan nodded: "I've been holding on to the bamboo branch..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his body lighten, and the sound of tiles came from under his feet. Shu Wuchi had already brought him to the roof opposite the wine shop.

"Wow... This is really the best place to watch the excitement!"

Lu Xiaochan sat down and propped her chin.

He frowned, closed his eyes and sniffed hard.

"Why do I smell... the smell of blood?"

In the wine shop, Hu Tu has already decapitated.The body was dismembered into eight pieces, the internal organs and lungs were everywhere, and the blood flowed like a river, which was horrible.

But Wang Dayong actually lay on the ground like a wild beast, gnawing at the confused corpse.

Ren Erniang fell on the window sill, and she was about to climb out, but her arm was chopped off by the butcher's knife. She didn't know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or panic, and she was already unconscious.

On the ground, Wang Dayong's fang-like shadow kept shaking with the light of the torches of the villagers, as if it would emerge from the ground at any time and tear everyone on the scene to pieces.

The timid one has already thrown the torch and ran away.

The shopkeeper was the only one left at the front. He was unwilling to let his wine shop be destroyed like this, so he said loudly: "Please hurry up and drive away the evil spirits!"

The people behind him followed suit.

"Xianjun, our Lushu Town has been peaceful for decades! It can't just be destroyed like this!"

"We can't let this evil spirit run amok in our Lushu Town!"

"I beg the fairy to cast a spell! The fairy save us!"

Lu Xiaochan who was sitting on a high place also felt strange.

"I grew up here since I was a child... There has never been an evil spirit visiting our Lushu Town!"

"That's because Lushu Town originally had a great curse to ward off evil spirits." Shu Wuxia replied.

"What? The evil curse? Where? Where?"

"For a while, the Huijue stone wall in the east, the Hanyu River in the west, the whispering forest in the south, the Hukou in the north, and the hundred-year-old pagoda tree in the center are all connected together, which is the great curse of medicine to ward off evil— — Tailing Qingyuan Curse."

Lu Xiaochan heard from the old beggar that there are many sects of cultivating immortals in the world, their ways are different, and the ways of exorcising spirits and evil spirits are also different.

Buddhism and Taoism are good at Sanskrit, Xuanmen Jianzong uses sword arrays, and there is only one sect that practices medicine and Taoism to achieve true results, and that is Tailing Pavilion. If their disciples encounter evil spirits, they use mantras.

Lu Xiaochan slapped her thigh: "Oops! That bad idea from that fake fairy! He told the Chen family to cut down the old locust tree! It's made into a coffin board!"

"So the evil curse has been broken. Lushu Town is a big meal for those hungry evil spirits."

Lu Xiaochan paused for a moment: "Is it... from now on, there will be no peace in Lushu Town?"

"Without evil thoughts and unwanted desires, there is no reason for evil spirits to invade."

What Shu Wuxia meant was that he could not live without doing his own crimes.No wonder others.

Xianjun stood at the door of the restaurant, his scalp tingling.

He could tell at a glance that the evil spirit on Wang Dayong was extremely hostile.

Wang Dayong was poisoned by the conspiracy of his wife and his wife's good friends. He was full of hatred and anger. At this time, the power of the evil spirit to "resist the injustice" was very strong.

He took a step back, and as soon as he turned his head, the villagers surrounded him with torches, staring at him with countless eyes, asking him to drive away the evil spirit.

If he escapes at this time, he is afraid that the angry villagers will beat him to death.

A dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor.

"Where is the evil spirit! How dare you do something here! Report your name quickly!"

Xianjun took courage and roared.

Lu Xiaochan almost choked on her saliva.

"Are there any evil spirits who will report themselves to their families? Don't you have to rely on you wise people to identify what it is?"

Wang Dayong, who was feasting, straightened up suddenly, wiped the spittle from his mouth, his cloudy eyes suddenly turned black, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He walked towards Xianjun step by step, and Xianjun retreated step by step.

"Hee hee hee... Does Xian Jun know what I eat?"

What was speaking at this time was no longer Wang Dayong's reckless voice, but a sharp and distorted voice.

"Before Hutu was hacked to death by Wang Dayong who was possessed by evil spirits, he must have been full of resentment towards Wang Dayong who killed him, and Ren Erniang." Shu Wuxia said, he was like a complete outsider, if it wasn't for Lu Xiaochan to see It was so lively, he might not even have the intention to speak.

"So... so the evil spirit has eaten up the muddled resentment and become tyrannical again?"

"Ah."

Lu Xiaochan felt a chill in her heart, and suddenly thought, if the evil spirit told all the folks that the fairy is fake, and killed one or two folks to prove that the fairy has no ability to subdue evil, others will definitely treat this fairy You resent each other!

When the time comes, this evil spirit will wash Lushu with blood...

It's simply full of wine and food!

Lu Xiaochan wanted to pull Shu Wuxia's sleeve, but Shu Wuxia obviously didn't pay attention to this evil spirit. If he took action, the evil spirit would not be able to cause trouble.

"You...you just watch it getting more and more arrogant?"

"Since you like to watch the excitement, let's make it more and more lively." Shu Wuxi was unmoved.

Life and death of all things, he doesn't care at all.

As Lu Xiaochan expected, "Chongyuan" spread his hands and walked towards the group of villagers amidst the hunting fire.

"You—do you know that this fairy is a fake?"

The villagers were stunned.

"Do you know that I can come in because he told the Chen family to cut down the old locust tree that has condensed 300 years of energy and broke your town's evil curse?"

Wang Dayong's head was crooked into a distorted posture, the muscles in his neck were about to collapse, the expression on his face was strange and ferocious, the corners of his mouth were almost cracked to the base of his ears, and the teeth were covered with blood.

Xianjun's shoulders trembled, and he was about to escape, but was blocked by the villagers.

"Xianjun! You still haven't drawn your sword! How can you let this evil spirit be so arrogant!"

At this moment, "Chong Yuan" was licking his bloody hands, and he was about to kill the villagers to stir up resentment!

Lu Xiaochan was about to stand up nervously.

"Isn't it just right that they are all dead?" Shu Wucha asked.

"What did you say?"

"Even if it's rotten food, I'd rather throw it away than give it to you. Don't you hate them?"

"I'm blind, I don't work, so I don't get anything. People don't like me, so it's normal not to give me food!"

"The butcher beat you in the street and almost killed you. No one pleaded for you. Don't you hate it?"

"I don't have much contact with them on weekdays. I have no relationship with them. It's normal for them to ignore my business."

"You are obviously rich, but you are asked to give away what you have to others to fulfill their goodwill. Don't you hate it?"

"Hey, if people don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will perish..."

"In that case, just watch obediently." Shu Wucha lifted up the bamboo branch, and pushed down Lu Xiaochan who was standing up.

Lu Xiaochan was really reluctant because he grew up in Lushu, and couldn't bear to see it become a dead town after being ravaged by evil spirits.

"Don't worry, just listen." Shu Wucha said.

Lu Xiaochan frowned, as if she heard the sound of the tide rising and falling from far away.

In the night sky, a figure came with a sword.

"It's... Jiang Wuchao?"

The Minglan sword pierced through the dull night, and stabbed straight at "Chongyuan".

"Chongyuan" was holding a villager by the neck, trying to wring him off with his bare hands.

Minglan Sword's sword tip flashed with inspiration, and a sword formation opened, "Chongyuan" dropped the villagers, and with a roar, resentment rushed out of his mouth, blocking the sword formation.

Jiang Wuchao activated the Minglan sword, and three large formations formed in an instant.

The surrounding air flow was like boiling water, and the rubble under Lu Xiaochan trembled and made a crackling sound.

The sand and stones on the ground seemed to be attracted by the three large formations, and collided with each other, making a rustling sound.

The torches in the hands of the villagers crackled.

These voices gradually merged into one.

"It's the 'Spirit Roar' formation. He should be Ling Nianwu's disciple."

Lu Xiaochan became excited when she heard it: "You also know Ling Nianwu? I heard people say that he has 300 years of cultivation..."

"One thousand and three hundred years is nothing but the realm of 'borrowing momentum'."

Shu Wuxi's voice was very weak, and Ling Nianwu was just mediocre in his eyes.

Lu Xiaochan couldn't help thinking about how good Shu Wucha was.

The author has something to say: Shu Wucha: You are not good, you need to be educated.

Lu Xiaochan: Education what?

Shu Wuxia: If you don't obey me in the future, I will throw you to feed the evil spirits.

Lu Xiaochan: ...You throw it away!Throw it away!It is the puppy who is reluctant to throw away!