The third uncle always wants to elope

The woman disappeared very quickly, but Wu Tomaoqing was not a vegetarian, after several times of going back and forth, the figure of the woman was already close at hand.

A big step under his feet, before he could see his movements clearly, Wu Tomaoqing was already standing in front of the woman!

The cinnabar mole on his forehead was translucent and shiny in the evening glow, before the woman could speak, he opened his mouth with a cold face.

"I know you."

The woman sneered twice, with deep resentment and hatred in her eyes, she curled her lips and said mockingly: "The third disciple of the head of the Xianchong Sect is really a noble person who forgets things, we just met not long ago, It's strange that you don't know me."

Hearing her yin and yang tone, Wu Tomqing was not angry, and looked at the corner of the woman's eyes with some vicissitudes, and said in a deep voice: "It's not on the Liujiang River, I saw you in the Xianchong School ten years ago."

As soon as this sentence came out, the woman's eyes were stunned for a moment, and she returned to normal after a while, and said disdainfully: "The third disciple of the head of the Xianchong Sect, don't try to get in the way, we small people are afraid that even those You can't even enter the gate of Yunyou Mountain."

Although on the surface she talked about the three disciples of the head of the Xianchong Sect, the irony in her words was not concealed at all. If it was someone else, she would have been red-faced and angry at the words.

But Wu Tuoqing was naturally different from ordinary people, he stared quietly into the woman's eyes, and said coldly after a while, "I want to see your master."

The woman's expression darkened in an instant, and the hatred in her eyes turned into a sharp knife, wishing to cut Wu Tengqing into pieces.

"You do not deserve!"

The emotions contained in these three words are too complicated. Apart from the surging hatred, there seems to be something else hidden in it.

Wu Tomaoqing couldn't help but feel a little strange about her attitude, and didn't understand where her monstrous hatred came from. In his memory, he didn't seem to have provoked her.

The woman looked a little ferocious, as if she was going to attack Wu Tomaoqing next time, but suddenly remembered something, her expression eased again, and she was about to leave with her pipa in her arms, without talking to him any more.

But once Wu Tomaoqing decided on one thing, he would definitely mess around, and the annoying thing was that he still refused to accept it.

The woman's attitude was also a bit strange, after being followed by Wu Tomao Qing for so long, there was no irritability or anger on her face, on the contrary, she seemed to be unaware that Wu Tomao Qing was behind her, and she moved forward leisurely.

The sky was getting dark gradually, but the woman's footsteps still didn't stop, the full moon was hanging in the sky, the street was empty at some point, and the howling wind made people feel chills down their backs.

Seeing the woman pass through another alley, Wu Tomaoqing frowned slightly and followed closely.

But as soon as he stepped in, he felt a strange aura behind him. Knowing that he was tricked, he quickly took a step back from the alley, but it was too late.

The scenery in front of me has changed. At a glance, there are yellow weeds half the height of a person. There is no cold wind in the deserted suburbs, but it makes people feel cold from the inside out. The zhenqi flowing like magma seems to have cooled down, and the depths of the soul began to faintly tremble.

He took out the knife and poked the weeds around, and saw a small dirt bag not far away, Wu Tomaoqing frowned, and walked a few steps, and there was indeed another low dirt bag.

This is a cemetery...

And it looks like no one has been here for a long time.

What kind of place is this place, and why did the woman lead him here, Wu Tomao Qing had some rare doubts in his heart.

But now is not the time to think about these things, going out is the business.

Wu Tomaoqing walked to the place where he just came in, and found that the enchantment entrance there had already disappeared. If he searched step by step like this, he didn't know when he found it.

Might as well...

Destroy this enchantment directly.

This is the most stupid way for others, but for Wu Tomaoqing, it is the most suitable way.

Wu Tomaoqing drew out the big knife behind his back and said a mantra, the white cloth strips on the knife fell off, but this time it was different from usual, the mottled rust on the knife also disappeared, and the dazzling golden light came from the knife Flickering across the blade, there are several entangled dragons flowing on the blade like a mirror. Listening carefully, it seems that you can still hear the low dragon chant from inside.

At a glance, you can tell that it is not ordinary.

Wu Tomaoqing jumped up from the ground, and slashed fiercely towards the sky. The bright golden light flashed in the air for a moment along with the knife energy, just like the coming of day.

But the strange thing is, apart from the golden light swayed by the big knife, there was no other movement. Wu Tomao knew the power of that move just now. Well, I didn't expect that in the end, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement.

Wu Tomaoqing felt more and more strange, and slashed a few more times in mid-air, but it was still the same as the first time, nothing happened.

Slowly falling from mid-air to the ground, Wu Tomaoqing lowered his eyes to think about the situation in front of him, and felt a little restless in his heart. He was about to sit down cross-legged, and sensed whether there was any abnormality in the fluctuation of spiritual power around him.

"Ding-ring-ding-ling-"

Suddenly there was a crisp ringtone in the silent night sky, and Wu Tomaoqing slowly opened his eyes, and found that there was a group of scarlet shadows slowly approaching him in the night not far away.

When it got closer, Wu Tomaqing finally saw that it was a red sedan chair carried by sixteen people. The colorful silk was embroidered with exquisite pictures of the Eight Immortals, and the curtains were covered with a long string of golden bells. Moving forward with a dull expression, through the gap in the curtain, the inside is pitch black, and nothing can be seen.

The ringing of the bell was getting louder and louder, and the group of people were getting closer and closer to Wu Tomaoqing, but from the beginning, Wu Tomaoqing always felt a little strange, because apart from the ringing of the bell next to his ears, he didn't hear a trace of their walking. sound.

The red sedan chair had already arrived in front of Wu Tomaoqing, as he thought, the feet of the sixteen porters hadn't touched the ground, they were suspended above the ground at some distance, light and light like walking paper figurines.

Although he doesn't go down the mountain often, he once heard Wu Renlin mention that sixteen red sedan chairs, eight immortals embroidery, and golden bells are things that the ghost fairy in the Wangchuan River travels around, and now they have also appeared in the secular world. I do not know why.

They stood in front of Wu Tomqing for a while, then slowly lowered the sedan chair, and stood motionless.

The door curtain on the red sedan chair was slowly rolled up, and a dim yellow oil lamp lit up in the empty sedan chair, and the swaying flame seemed a little faint in the darkness.

Wu Tongqing didn't know what the legendary ghost fairy meant, but now he was worried that he couldn't find a way to get out, and he had to wait until he got out to see what the consequences would be.

As soon as he entered the sedan chair, the door curtain was lowered, and there was no other light except for the fire that seemed to be going out in the middle of the sedan chair.

Wu Tomaoqing felt his body move, and the sedan chair was slowly lifted up. This was the first time he sat on a dead man's sedan chair, and everything was weird and novel, but in fact it was no different from a normal sedan chair.

The sedan chair was very stable, Wu Tomaoqing sat on the soft couch and could not feel the breath outside, after about an hour or so, Wu Tomomaqing felt that the sedan chair seemed to have stopped.

He opened the curtain and looked out, and found that he had already arrived outside Pingyang City, and the sky was beginning to turn white, and the crowing of roosters not far away indicated that the night was over.

When Wu Tomaoqing was about to get off the sedan chair, he suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance of plum blossoms again from the tip of his nose. His brows froze, and he turned around and returned to the sedan chair. He rummaged for a while on the soft couch. In the corner at the bottom, I found a handkerchief with yellowed corners. There was no pattern on the handkerchief. Wu Tomaoqing held it in front of his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the yellowed part was embroidered with a "clear" with black thread. The words, but they are very worn, and the handwriting is already a little blurred.

He leaned close to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and sure enough, there was a faint fragrance of plum fragrance lingering on it. Wu Toma put it in his sleeve without losing his voice, and got out of the sedan chair.

Seeing Wu Tongqing come out, the sixteen bearers and the red sedan chair turned into a cloud of red mist and disappeared.

As soon as he entered Pingyang City, Wu Tomato sensed his breath, and hurriedly transmitted the sound to him in the inn.

"Where have you been? Do you know that we have been looking for you all night?"

Hearing Wu Tomyu's anxious reprimand, Wu Tomqing rarely explained, "I met the person who played the pipa that day, and I accidentally fell for a trap when I followed him."

"Then are you okay?! Why are you so reckless!"

Wu Tomaoqing still had a cold face, but his tone softened a bit, "I'm fine."

On the other side, Wu Tomato breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then we'll wait for you at Chunmanlou."

Wu Tongqing responded lightly.

...

As soon as Wu Tomaoqing came in, Wu Tomoma hurried to his side, pulled him around in a big circle, and was really relieved to see that he was not injured.

"Don't be so impulsive next time. Don't forget, now is the critical period for your ascension to heaven. Remember not to make any mistakes. If something happens, Master will not spare me."

Xu Shi sensed the sincere concern in his words, Wu Moqing's dark eyes moved, and after a moment of silence, he still nodded slowly.

Wu Nian'an at the other end also rushed over.

"Master, where did you go last night? Why didn't you come back all night?"

What happened in Liuzhou City that night has become a tacit understanding between Wu Tomao and Wu Tomqing, so naturally they can't speak to the third person.

Seeing that Wu Tomaoqing was unwilling to speak, Wu Nian'an's eyes were full of curiosity, and he was about to ask questions, but was hit by Wu Tomoma with a fan.

"Ask what you should ask, don't ask what you shouldn't."

Wu Nian'an rubbed his blushed forehead from the beating, and said aggrievedly: "Then I don't know what to ask, what not to ask?"

Wu Tomayu let out a chuckle, unfolded the folding fan and shook it, and said with a smile, "I can't ask now."

Wu Nian'an pouted aggrievedly, but didn't say anything good or bad.