Mozun is forced to farm

Xie Xuechen was tied up here alone, and when he looked up, he saw a crowd of loose cultivators in the hall, surrounded by the long-bearded old man on the deep sandalwood seat like a ring of wings.

Before he could speak, the whip of killing power had already been beaten down with Li Feng.

"Snapped!"

No matter how old the demon is, no matter what his attitude is when he enters Xiao's mansion, he has to come once when he enters the door.

First he was beaten until his skin was torn apart, and then he let out a cry of pain, and then slowly talked about the conditions behind.

This whip is an old thing soaked in poisonous bee juice. It is wrapped in spiritual energy and can easily peel off the hard tortoise shell of a black bear, and it is so painful that it makes people roll on the ground immediately.

Others were waiting to see the newly brought magnet stone demon roll to the ground, but they didn't expect that the latter's clothes were not torn.

Lishi was in a hurry, shouted luck and whipped three times, refusing to brush his face.

"Bang bang bang!"

The young man in black robe sat in the box without moving a hair.

The master strode over and knocked the wrestler on the head.

"Grow your brains! You're throwing stones at you!!"

Everyone suddenly realized that he was really talented.

Xie Xuechen was silent, and sat there in phantom to tease them, then moved away to the distance to see their garden design.

They are all rich and powerful who want to build tombs in Longmai, so the house should have some taste.

Sure enough, after seeing it, I really watched it.

All the people in the world say that the capital is good, but no matter how beautiful the palace is, it is limited to the imperial city.

In contrast, the Xiao family is secretly rich and hidden, and the residence is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the combination of high and low is excellent.

The family invited famous craftsmen from the southeast and northwest, not only combined the nearby mountains and rivers to make vertical and horizontal buildings, but also built the fortress like a besieged city to create an elegant and concealed effect.

From a bird's-eye view, the stretch is moderate, and the balance of yin and yang is the image of great success.

On a closer look, there are flowers, bamboo, water and stones dotted on all sides, one step at a time, one scene, which not only takes the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River, but also the broad style of the north, which is very particular.

Mozun reckoned that his own scholars would like this style, and was already planning to tie up the craftsmen here.

There were still endless debates in the hall, some people said that they should use Samadhi real fire to refine the goblin to be soft and obedient, and some suggested Xu Xu Tuzhi to talk to each other, it was very noisy.

After sipping a cup of tea, the old man gave him a look when he saw that the person in the box was as silent as a stone.

Then the master waved his fan and came forward, cleared his throat and said, "Brother, we didn't mean to make things difficult for you."

"Master Xiao wanted to find a safe place for the sick old father, so he searched the world to come to help. The method may be a bit rough, but there is room for change everywhere."

"I heard that you are an iron-absorbing stone demon. This is not just for our tomb to build mines and mountains, so we invited some monks to invite you here."

"I don't know your surname, do you want the hard ones first or the soft ones?"

Mozun touched a handful of melon seeds, found a comfortable soft couch and continued to watch the construction of the lotus pond by the steps in the hall.

His phantom body sat in the box and said coldly: "Miangui's surname is father, and his name is pro."

The master's smile froze, and he swung his fan vigorously, and the four monks at the side immediately got the order, and immediately waved their hands and pulled out the demon-binding ropes, and the four chains sealed all his Qimai and spiritual acupoints, and strangled him to death.

Ordinary monsters were tortured like this, their eyes were congested and it was difficult to breathe, and it was not for nothing that they called their mothers on the spot!

Mr. Xiao was worried that Ye Changmeng would make this rare goblin run away, so he got up and said, "Shangling Deed!"

"Go—the spirit deed!!"

Immediately, an insurer stepped forward quickly, drawing blood to paint a picture, forcing the old man to make a contract with him.

Xie Xuechen changed a handful of milky white melon seeds, watching with relish.

So far, two conclusions have been drawn.

He has thoroughly investigated the inside and outside of Xiao's residence, and there are indeed a large group of monks with good morals, but they are really capable, and none of them came to rub their family's muddy water.

Thinking about it, it took only a hundred years for a dynasty to fall and rise and fall, and it was only a flick of a finger for those who attained the Tao.

If you really want to participate in the game, you don't have to bet on this old man who is determined to build a mausoleum.

Relying on the dragon's veins, wanting to get some extravagance is all infatuation.

The second is that this Master Xiao has indeed gained a lot of benefits by virtue of forming a pact with the demon.

First, he forcibly controlled a group of little goblins who had just cultivated some skills, and they could rely on evil ways to prolong their lives and replenish their spiritual energy.

It is because these monks under him really have no way to avoid being backlashed to death, like ants not aware of the tiger's approach.

Anyone with eyes should kneel down and shout for the devil to spare his life.

"Let me tell you," the master said with a fan on his hip in one hand, "if you don't sign this deed, don't blame the Taoist master for throwing you into a golden furnace until your original shape is melted clean, and when the time comes to knock out the spirit marrow, you will have to absorb it." A bright spot!"

"If you have a good idea, if you sign this contract now, you can still serve our Xiao family and save your life!"

Mozun carefully looked at the blood-letter contract pattern floating in mid-air, and saw that it was written very badly.

[Blood contract today, Xiao Quanhui and the monster have made a contract for thousands of years, to determine the master and servant, and to obtain the depth of spiritual breath...]

It's not right to change careers and sentence sentences. How did this group of people get along today.

He looked slowly, and even twisted the tattoo on his wrist twice to express his encouragement.

Tunyue was happy to see her master being used as a servant by others, regardless of whether his deed was real or not, he would look at it to relieve his anger.

sign!If you have the ability, you sign it!

The old man was already wondering if the young man was a fool, and he spoke slowly while standing next to the Qishi.

"See if this space in the lower right corner is empty?"

"Cut your own finger and write your real name on it."

The Mozun just glanced at him.

"I can't read."

Everyone hollered, indicating that it is true or false, don't lie.

The master also began to wonder if this guy was an idiot, and urged: "If you can't read, just draw a circle, it's the same."

The Demon Lord complied, and leaned over to write on the spirit contract, scribbling the terms on the spot.

Qi Shi is an old Qi Shi who has worked in the Xiao Mansion for 40 to [-] years. He basically learns what he learned from the gourd, and he did not learn thoroughly from his master.

But most of the people who can really understand the way here are not mortal or righteous people.

Bonding in the fairy world is a set of rules, and the demon world is only prosperous with blood binding spirits. Many of the characters, calligraphy and paintings are the rules set by Xie's ancestors.

Dozens of sentences are condensed into dots that look like doodles, a bit like Taoist talismans, but only a part of them.

Xie Xuechen wrote a few sentences in the letter by hand, and changed all the terms in it.

[Blood deed today Xiao Quanhui considers himself a servant of Ling Qiong Demon Lord, enshrines his longevity spirit until his death, and dedicates his whole body and family as a circle to pay homage to the sacrifice]

He changed it there, and the pawnbroker couldn't see what was wrong, so he just urged him to draw a circle quickly.

"Don't write that! Write the head, you know!"

After Xie Xuechen drew a circle, the old man put his hand on it and signed his signature twice to strengthen the binding effect.

"Monster, today you are the servant of my Xiao family!"

As soon as Mr. Xiao finished signing his name, he suddenly felt that he fell back uncontrollably, as if all the strength in his body had begun to be drawn out.

He staggered and was supported by a servant, and said angrily, "What's going on! Is this monster sucking my vitality!"

Xie Xuechen didn't care about those tying up the demons, untied the tendons on his hands, and gave the old man a faint look.

After signing the contract, you can take the craftsman away directly, and the yard at home has not been renovated yet.

He was about to take away all the old man's life essence, when there was a sound of playfulness outside the hall, and the maidservants stopped him in surprise.

"Second Young Master! Don't go in, the master said something important at this time!!"

The bamboo-patterned green door suddenly opened, and a juvenile with disheveled hair came running, grabbing a yellow bird: "Father! Look, I'm grabbing a bird!"

The child looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with dull eyes and disheveled clothes, as if he was demented.

The old man's heart was still tense at this moment, he waved his hands indiscriminately and said: "Confused! Take him back quickly!"

The maids coaxed and coaxed, and tried their best to drive the crazy and silly second young master out, but they didn't expect that child to understand Xuechen at a glance.

"Hey?"

He stumbled and ran in front of Xie Xuechen, ignoring Huang Yingfei in his hand, showing a foolish smile.

The person in front of him is tall and stern, his eyes are like cold snow.

The second fool wiped his face and spoke sincerely.

"You are so pretty."

The Demon Lord was silent, holding on to the tactics and didn't make a move immediately.

"Xiao Sha, you don't want to die!" The old man thought that there was a mistake in making the contract, and he was afraid that he would be held hostage by a monster if he was reckless, so he sternly said, "Don't tie him up yet!"

Everyone didn't know whether they wanted to tie the second young master or the monster, but they all rushed over anyway.

While rushing out with the silly young master on his back, he avoided Xie Xuechen from far away, not daring to act rashly.

The old man Xiao didn't have the life to practice, relying on himself to forcibly absorb a few demon pills, he said tentatively: "If you obey my orders, show some skills!"

Mozun was still using his spiritual breath to find out how many craftsmen there are in their family, and where are the smartest ones, so he stretched out his hand and lifted it.

With just one lift, all the sabers in the seat melted into molten iron, and several people couldn't dodge in time, they cried out in pain.

The iron nails between the beams, the silver cups on the table, and even the Qiankun Furnace used for decoration were melted clean immediately!

The monks are not fools either, they already have the heart to run for their lives seeing such ability.

Fuck, fuck, I really caught a real one and came back! !

sword! !I just spent all my belongings in exchange for a new spirit sword! !

The old man was overjoyed: "I made it! I made it!"

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to greet such a frightening monster, so he still cares about the bronze alchemy furnace at the moment, so he tried again: "Turn around."

The phantom turned around obediently.

"You sit down."

The phantom sat down as promised.

The old man only thought that his rheumatism and bone pain were caused by excessive consumption just now, and rubbed his knees in ecstasy: "Okay! Okay! I have taken in a pair of giants!!"

Although he has a stupid temper, which is comparable to that of the second son, but his ability is extraordinary, that's enough!

"Come here, treat yourself as a distinguished guest! Please invite Mr. Shi to rest!"

The Mozun hadn't planned to stay here tonight, so when he got up, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, and went out with his servants.

There was a paper crane folded from apricot flower paper flapping and flying outside. Seeing that the Demon Lord had gone out, he also flew in the same direction.

Ordinary people avoid monsters, for fear of easily offending them, they all fled after settling down, leaving only four monks guarding the four corners of the courtyard.

The paper crane passed through the wall and was caught in the palm of the man.

There are still ink marks on the light-colored wings, which are the words Xuechen newly written by the scholar.

Seeing that it was written in a random pen, Mo Feng was smooth, and he hid some careful thoughts.

Xie Xuechen was actually quite angry.

He was tied up, and no one at home came to look for him. It was only a day later that there was news.

Even if he caught it, he was not the first to say anything.

Over there, Lin Zhu was holding a paper crane by the oil lamp, and tentatively called: "Xuechen?"

"Ah."

"where did you go?"

"Wenzhou."

"Ah, so far away."

The Mozun was originally calm, but at this moment there was finally some complaints in his words.

"You just remembered me?"

Immediately, Lin Zhu felt as if he was being stared at by the other party. He glanced left and right with a bit of guilt, and lowered his voice: "I said I would report to the authorities, but it seems that the authorities will arrest you first when they come."

Mozun is not so angry now.

Well, you still take care of me.

Although Lin Zhu had talked with him several times in the past, it was the first time today that he followed the method agreed before and wrote that Zhihe talked to him thousands of miles away.

"Aren't you coming back to sleep tonight?"

Xie Xuechen glanced at the moonlight outside, thinking that it's okay to leave the phantom body here and go back first, and twisted his words again.

"It doesn't matter if I go back or not."

"Anyway, I've already slept in a separate room, can't I talk to the air at night?"

When Lin Zhu was asked such a question, his face burned immediately.

They had indeed often talked at night before they had blown out the lamp.

Chatting about wars in the world, chatting nonsense about the devil world, and then he moved the bamboo bed out with a thin skin, but the two of them seemed to be unfamiliar.

At this moment, Xia Yu was knocking on the windows on both sides, and the world suddenly quieted down in the middle of the night, as if the small house had become a valley, and the echoing voice could be heard when he said a word.

Lin Zhu had never quarreled with him, and even if he was asked that question today, he couldn't answer the question as cheekily as Xie Xuechen.

He has a soft temper and is always defenseless against Xie Xuechen.

At this moment, he hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice with frown: "If you are angry, I will move back."

"Besides, brother Xuechen, I'm not talking about building a new big house, but when the time comes, the bed will be ready, and we can sleep on our feet."

When he said this, his heart was pounding inexplicably.

There are many close friends among literati and inkmen, and they are indeed as close as traveling together hand in hand.

Sleep, eat, and share the same relationship, the only thing that is good is to drink a cup of wine.

But he...may have another idea.

"You suddenly disappeared all day today, and I feel empty at home."

我 很想 你.

Lin Zhu protected the paper crane with both hands, afraid that it would touch the lamp and candle, and a word came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

On the other side, Mozun listened to the night rain in the mountains, and only when he heard these words did he show his face slightly.

But he is proud and strong-tempered, and he is used to being a king, but he still feels that it is not enough.

"When someone saw me today, they praised me for my good looks."

When the man said this, he was very stinky: "I watched it for a long time, and I couldn't bear to leave."

Lin Zhu was still in a state of hesitating to speak, but when he heard this, he suddenly felt as if his head had been knocked, and his tender thoughts were immediately flooded.

"Then you keep it! No need to come back!"

He stretched out his hand to flatten the paper crane, but felt that he had not expressed enough, so he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Tomorrow we won't take you with us to boil lard, and go outside with other young masters and delicacies!"

Mozun originally planned to listen to more soft words, but now he realized: "Wait, what are you going to do—"

"Boiled lard! Refining a whole jar full of flavor!! Not a single bite will be left for you!!"

"Son of a bitch!!"

"Snapped!"

Lin Zhu slapped the paper crane flat with both hands as if he was slapping a mosquito, and went to sleep angrily.

At the other end, Xie Xuechen had just heard the important information, and the paper crane, who was still talking by the lamp, suddenly collapsed on the table, struggled twice and stopped talking.

Unwilling to give up, Mozun knocked on the table with his hand, and the paper crane, which was as flat as a cake, was forced to return to its original form.

The scholar over there covered himself with a quilt and was about to go to sleep. In the dark, the origami crane struggled to return to its original shape, and fluttered to his pillow.

"Lin Zhu."

The man called his name and wanted to continue talking to him.

The young man snorted, wrapped the quilt tightly and turned over.

The paper crane tried its best to fly to the other side, leaned over on the pillow, and raised its long neck to rub against his face.

"Qingchuan."

"I'm going to sleep, I won't talk to you."

Lin Zhu buried his face in the thin quilt, and didn't even want to look at the paper crane.

The paper crane leaned over to rub his temples again.

The man softly called out to the lamp suit.

"Qingchuan, you get angry so easily."

The scholar stretched out his hand to catch the paper crane, and said very dissatisfied: "It's obvious that you ran out all day by yourself, and you didn't even leave a word, and you blame me for this and that."

"Who do you say is more outrageous, huh?"

"I was tied up and taken away by them." Mozun immediately clarified himself: "They put me in a box and took me away, and now they have sent four people to watch the yard and not allow me to leave."

Lin Zhu was dubious: "Really?"

"You come to save me." The man also felt drowsy, but he still couldn't help teasing him: "When you come, they will definitely be afraid."

The scholar looked at the paper crane, and gradually seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"Why..."

The paper crane rubbed against him again, helping to tuck the quilt up.

Then it flew up crookedly, and went to close Xia Yusheng's window sash.

Because I like you.