The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

"You two take your time." Shen Biluo delivered the food to the table and left in a hurry.

Wu Jin looked at her, his throat rolled and he didn't make a sound after all.

After Shen Biluo's back disappeared into the room and the door was closed tightly, Wu Jin handed a pair of chopsticks to Yan Qimo, muttering: "Yan Qimo, don't be so rash next time..."

Fortunately, Sister Shen is a sensible person, and she can suppress the bandits under her command, so she doesn't care about her, and she still treats them well in terms of food.It's just that the scene of the sudden death of her subordinates was still a little bit hard for her to let go, so she left in a hurry.

Yan Qimo took the chopsticks and said disapprovingly: "He is bound to die, it would be a good idea to get rid of it earlier." It's a pity that the group of people were indecisive and refused to let go, and Hu Zi lived for nothing, so why would it be rash to help him? explain?

Wu Jin slumped her shoulders, and also felt that what Yan Qimo said was the same reason, and knew that she had such a temperament of cutting things with a sharp knife.Looking up, there are two pan-fried crucian carp in the middle of the plate, which should be specially prepared by Sister Shen. The breading and deep-frying is well done. Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks and decided not to think about troubles.

"Let's eat." She put a fish into her bowl.

No matter what, there is no doubt that Yan Qimo treats her well.

Yan Qimo nodded and went to catch another fish.

Suddenly a white shadow flashed across the dining table, Xiao Tie's two gleaming tiger teeth lit up, and he threw himself on the side of the plate and hugged the crucian carp's tail.

Yan Qimo's chopsticks got stuck on the crucian carp's golden and crisp head, and he froze for a while.

Xiao Tie tightly hugged the tail of the fish protruding from the plate, and grinning fiercely at Yan Qimo, showing his sharp canine teeth.

It seems that this bug still has grudges... Wu Jin put down his chopsticks and smiled sarcastically.

Xiao Tie also turned his head at this time, looking at his master, his two vicious teeth were put away, and instead he had a look of anticipation to beg for favor.

But Yan Qimo just looked at her like this, and the chopsticks clamped the fish's head tightly, which is... even more vigorous.

Wu Jin suddenly felt that the dining table in front of him was not a dining table, but a Grand Master's table set up in front of the main hall of the government, and beside him was a gavel wood that could resound when it was slapped, with a horizontal plaque on the top of his head, vigorous four The big character "Mirror Hanging High" is shining golden light on it.

And this one person, one worm, really regards himself as the master of Qingtian.

"Master" swallowed imperceptibly, looked at Yan Qimo, and finally pulled up one of her sleeves: "Yan Qimo, forget it..."

Yan Qimo glanced at the smug worm, put back the chopsticks with a gloomy face, took a bite of other dishes, and ate alone.

Xiao Tie shook his head happily, bit his teeth on the crucian carp with great interest, and dragged him to the side of the table. When he passed by, he did not forget to show his master a bright smile.

After the worm "became favored", it walked with its butt up in the sky, happily biting the fish, and seemed to be in a good mood, and it was not without the joy of revenge after successful revenge.

Yan Qimo didn't want to look at it anymore, she cursed childishly and then lowered her eyes, suddenly another pair of chopsticks appeared in her sight, and another fish also obediently lay on the white glutinous rice in her bowl.

"You can eat this, and don't get angry with Xiao Tie." Wu Jin looked at her, and consciously pinched his own fish over, and when she saw her looking sideways, she hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I didn't eaten."

So Xiao Tie silently ate the fish with his back on his back, Yan Qimo picked up the chopsticks again in a good mood, and pinched Wu Jin's soft face by the way.

In the remaining few days, Shen Biluo buried the corpses of his subordinates, and the trace of resentment in his heart gradually dissipated.

Yan Qimo still spared no effort in making the ice coffin. It can be said that she did her best. Shen Biluo saw it and was grateful for her help.

Seven days passed, and the shattered thousand-year-old black ice filled every corner of the mould, and every gap was completely filled. Next, just wait patiently for the coffin lid to take shape, and then take it out.

Shen Biluo caressed along the edge of the unsealed coffin, put a osmanthus petal, which was blooming in summer, and gently placed it next to the sleeping person's ear.Snow-white stamens are blooming on clumps of black hair, sister, I can finally go home.

"Since the matter is over, let's go first." Yan Qimo didn't wait for Shen Biluo's answer, she got up and looked around, as if she was looking for which pieces of thousand-year-old ice in this cave would be easier to take back.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, and there are endless beautiful rivers and mountains everywhere. What's the point of her and Xiao Jincheng staying here every day, in a small village to help others?Yan Qimo was not friendly to Shen Biluo, and the so-called dedication was nothing more than wanting to finish Xiaojin's tasks as soon as possible and take her away.

Even if you bring Xiaojin back to Wuwangshen Cult to be pampered every day, it's much better than living under someone else's fence.

Thinking about it, Yan Qimo chose a palm-sized thousand-year-old black ice and weighed it in his hand. Seeing this, Wu Jin quickly came over and wrapped it in a handkerchief, and said anxiously: "Don't touch it, go and rest for a while, I'll pick it up .”

"Sister Shen, I'll just take these two pieces." Wu Jin picked up another piece, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief and showed it to Shen Biluo.

"Thank you all, just take it if you want." Shen Biluo's eyes were soft, and her three-year wish was finally fulfilled, even if Wu Jin took away all the remaining thousand-year-old ice in the cave, she didn't care anymore.

That's two pieces.Wu Jin reluctantly squeezed them into the handkerchief, and through the handkerchief, he could feel the bone-penetrating chill wafting out of it, sticking to the palm of his hand continuously.

Wu Jin was so cold that she blew on her hand, Yan Qimo hastily stretched out her hand to help her: "Let me get it..."

"Well, it's okay." Wu Jin stopped her and said with a sideways smile, "I've been ready for a long time!" As he spoke, shaking his sleeves, he squatted down and tapped Xiao Tie's forehead after hearing the sound of "crap".

A small package wrapped in a handkerchief was wrapped around the fat ball of bugs, like a little guy traveling far away with luggage on his back, and the little guy smiled sweetly.Wu Jin nodded in satisfaction, rubbed its head, and put it back into its sleeve.

Shen Biluo couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and took two steps closer: "Then I'll send you two down the mountain."

Just as Wu Jin opened his mouth to say "Okay", Yan Qimo blurted out: "No need." After speaking, she turned around and left.

Shen Biluo has long been used to Yan Qimo's arrogant temperament, seeing Wu Jin looking back at her with an apologetic face, twisting her neck awkwardly, and following Yan Qimo's footsteps non-stop, she couldn't help smiling slightly for a moment , and went out after the two of them.

In the end, Shen Biluo sent the two of them out of the gate of the village, knowing that someone was in a hurry, so he said a few goodbyes to Wu Jin while walking, without wasting any time.

When going down the mountain, Wu Jin bounced and walked briskly, crossing the stone road bump after bump.This time, the silkworm silk can finally mend!

"I don't know what's going on with the priest's sister, did you get the spider silk grass?" Wu Jin asked as he walked.

Mentioning this, Yan Qimo involuntarily frowned.Yunhua, this guy, doesn't know what he's up to.

A few days ago, I saw the whereabouts of the thousand-year-old Xuanbing surfaced, so I already regarded it as something in my bag, so I sent a letter back to ask about the whereabouts of Yunhua's spider silk grass. Tell Xiaojin early to make her feel at ease.

Yan Qimo and Yunhua have always used the unique bonus parrot in the church to send letters between them, which saves the trouble of writing with pen and paper, and can prevent others from intercepting letters on the way.The parrot would not speak unless it saw her and Yunhua.

The only living "Secret Letter" in Wuwangshen Cult came back and squatted in front of his window that day, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Pig, pig...grass, hiccup..."

"Hi...pig, what?"

"You are a pig, yes, you are a pig!"

The parrot flew in and opened its mouth with these three sentences. The leader who was furious still remembers it vividly, and almost turned him into a dead bird with his palm in anger.

The messenger, who had been wronged in vain, fluttered his feathers all over the ground in a panic, and flew away with two screams.

Yan Qimo frowned and shook her head: "I don't know, there is no news yet."

"Hmm..." Wu Jin kicked down a piece of gravel, "Then the priest sister has already got the spider silk plant, and is waiting for us to go back?"

Wu Jin thought optimistically, and didn't think it would be difficult for Yunhua to get a few spider silk plants, besides, there was Sister Han around. "I don't know what happened to Sister Han." She buried her head and muttered in a low voice, and jumped down a stone ridge.

The mountain road down the mountain was narrow and narrow, and Yan Qimo followed behind her, and she couldn't help thinking about it.

That's right, what happened to the cold water?dead?I forgot to mention this important matter in the last letter.

Yan Qimo suddenly realized that what she wanted to know more about was Shui Yuhan's life and death than the spider silk grass.

After the two descended the mountain, they entered the city briskly all the way. From a distance, they saw a post station at the corner of the city gate full of carriages parked side by side.The tall horse was hoofing on the spot, its face flushed and full of energy, it seemed that it had rested well and was ready to go on the road with sufficient momentum.

Wu Jin was overjoyed, pulled Yan Qimo and walked quickly towards the carriages delivered to him.

He was looking for a fast horse to go home, and it really didn't cost him anything... Wu Jin was happy for a moment, when suddenly a group of people turned around from the other side of the city gate and hurriedly stood in front of the coachman.

"Here, let's go to Mount Wutai." Those people dropped the money and words, pulled the curtains of the car in two steps and sat up.

Three or four people entered a carriage, and a row of carriages was instantly filled.

Wu Jin paused in doubt and looked around. Those people were all wearing the costumes of the disciples of various sects. So many people came to Mount Wutai?

From a distance, I heard two coachmen pulling out their horsewhip and said with a smile: "Recently, there have been a lot of guests going to Wutai Mountain. What the third master said is right. As expected, as long as you wait here, you won't be able to pick up the guests without calling. Business done!"

"That's right, I also went to Mount Wutai twice yesterday, back and forth, and the horses are familiar with the road!" As he said, he waved his whip, "Drive!" With a sound, several carriages set off on the road together.

The author has something to say: I've been a little busy recently, so it's late, and I'll have to stay in the car for four or five hours tomorrow... So I guess it's time to update.

As long as I don't abandon the pit, I won't stop updating. (The flag stands here first, if it breaks everyone... ahem, don't remind me.)