Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

Frost City is extremely cold all year round. Cultivators have various methods to control their body temperature, while ordinary people can only wear winter clothes. When they talk, their lips and teeth are filled with water vapor condensed by the temperature difference.

The peddler's face was blocked by a fox mask, his bright red robe was loose, and he leaned against the table as if he had no bones, as if he was not afraid of the severe cold at all.

It's just a peddler, how come he looks like a monster, and his words and deeds are even more slutty than monsters!

Tan Qiao averted his eyes uncomfortably, the other party didn't know him, and he couldn't persecute mortals as a cultivator, so he just walked away without seeing anything.

Lantern Festival night, lights dim.

With the dense flow of people walking ten meters away, Tan Qiao glanced back in a strange way. The fox peddler with the scarlet begonia carved between his brows was still dozing in front of the stall, as if he didn't take his "enemy" seriously.

A strange emotion flashed through his heart, and then he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, unable to figure out why, he turned his head and forgot about it.

Back at the inn, Master Fengwu was nowhere to be seen. Tan Qiao was a little panicked and hurried downstairs to find someone. The waiter saw him and greeted him warmly.

"Don't worry, Taoist priest, the immortal who was traveling with you left a message and said he would be back in half an hour."

Master, do you have a clue about Xuehu?

Tan Qiao looked around the inn, not only Fengwu Zhenjun, but also the monks who used to drink tea and drink on the first floor were all gone.

If it was really because of that snow fox, the master who indirectly wanted to save him faced the hundred monks who were going to kill the monster alone, wouldn't it be embarrassing on all sides?

Thinking of this, Tan Qiao asked anxiously, "Did he say where he went?"

When speaking, because of his impatience, he couldn't help leaning forward a little towards Xiao Er.

Frost City is close to the snowy area, and there are often monks who are going to experience training passing by, but most of the monks have extraordinary temperament. Young monks like Tan Qiao who are both good-looking and good-looking are rare.

Tan Qiaosheng's red lips and white teeth make him superior to most women in appearance alone, not to mention his pure and refined temperament.

Although most monks didn't say it clearly, they still looked down on mortals and didn't want to have too much contact with them.

The waiter at the inn was only a young man in his seventeens, so when he came into contact with Tan Qiao at such a close distance, he stared straight away.

Before waiting for an answer, Tan Qiao repeated: "Did my master say where to go?"

"No, no!" The waiter came back to his senses, his face was so red that he was about to bleed.

He shook his head like a rattle drum: "The immortal didn't say where he was going, but I heard other Taoist priests mention the Xiangyu Tower in Zhongjie when they left, maybe..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, Tan Qiao rushed out of the door.

The cool, cold fragrance blew past, and the young man froze on the spot. The shopkeeper came out from the backyard at some point, and knocked a chestnut on the top of his head according to his own plan.

"Lazy and lazy! No wonder Xiujuan in the southern suburbs doesn't like you! If you keep doing nothing like this, I don't think you'll be able to get a wife for the rest of your life!"

"Uncle Liu!" The young man was in pain, covered his head with resentment on his face, still kept looking outside the door, and muttered, "If I become a monk, I won't be in a hurry to marry a wife."

"You? A monk?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help laughing, and then another shudder flashed at the young man's forehead: "My five elements and miscellaneous spiritual roots have not become a monk, you have no spiritual roots here, you are just dreaming!"

Hearing this, the young man's expression was lonely, and his originally bright eyes also dimmed.

The shopkeeper glanced out, his eyes fell back on the young man's crumpled linen clothes, he shook his head and sighed.

"Don't think about something unrealistic, be quiet recently."

"Uncle Liu, why?"

The shopkeeper looked at the night sky outside the window, and murmured: "On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the silver stars and the moon, this day, I'm afraid it will change."

……

For Tan Qiao, Yu Jian is not as fast as running on the ground.

He had passed by the Xiangyu Building on Chengzhong Street several times during the day, and the gates were closed every time. He heard that it was a place for fireworks and would only open after dark.

After half a cup of tea, Tan Qiao ran to the Xiangyu Building panting.

On the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate hangs a plaque made of golden nanmu, on which the words "Xiangyulou" are flying and flying, and the melodious sound of the piano is flowing out, and the rich but not choking rouge fragrance is lingering endlessly. It's not ambiguous at all.

The murderous aura exuded by dozens of cultivators forcibly made the Zhu Hongqing Gate look gloomy, and the inside and outside of the Xiangyu Building were brightly lit. As early as the time when Tan Qiao arrived, the strangers had already run away.

The women in the Goulan curled up on both sides of the main hall and shivered, only a woman wearing a red gauze on the second floor was still playing the piano calmly.

In the center of the hall, Zhenjun Fengwu was confronting a man in red.

Compared with other monks, the monsters surrounded here seem to be at ease. He takes a sip from the wine glass from time to time, and his white and delicate fingers like onion roots are more delicate and eye-catching than the emerald cup.

Seeing the familiar fox mask, Tan Qiao, who squeezed inside, gradually widened her eyes.

The blood-red lips took another sip of the peach blossom wine, and the water droplets stained the corners of the lips. Sheng Zhao's eyes passed by the crowd ten feet away, and when they fell on Tan Qiao's astonished face, he paused slightly.

"What if I don't agree?" He said softly.

As if unable to feel the pressure from the rear, True Monarch Fengwu smiled sincerely and gently: "Your demon core has been condensed to a great extent, but your realm has been stuck in the realm of the demon mansion, and you have been unable to enter the sixth round."

His cultivation had stagnated in the bottleneck period for a hundred years, and now he was punctured face to face, Sheng Zhao just sneered, while the monks who watched and listened with bated breath became excited.

When Xuehu murdered True Lord Yueyang, he was already in the realm of the Demon Mansion. After hundreds of years of Xueyu's retreat, his realm still stayed here. There was still a trace of fear in everyone's hearts. After hearing the news, everyone sharpened their knives and fought boiling.

"True Monarch Fengwu! Han Yi of Donghuang Mountain was ordered to come here to kill evildoers and avenge his master for a hundred years. I implore the True Monarch not to intervene!"

Sure enough, someone couldn't help it anymore, Han Yi of Donghuang Mountain gritted his teeth tightly, and the roar echoed in the hall.

After saying hello, he drew out his long sword and leaped towards Sheng Zhao without saying a word: "Monster! Take your life!"

Tan Qiao was standing next to the monks in Donghuang Mountain by accident. Seeing their sudden attack, the master was still standing in the battle circle, and couldn't help shouting: "Master, be careful!"

For a while, apart from Han Yi's roar and the sound of swords and swords piercing through the air, only his voice remained in the hall.

However, before he could finish his voice, Han Yi flew upside down and fell towards him. Tan Qiao was so startled that he wanted to hide, his legs couldn't move at all between the lightning and the flint.

Fortunately, Fengwu Zhenjun was always paying attention to his situation. With a wave of his long sleeves, Han Yi turned in mid-air, and finally fell to his feet, tilting his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You are not their opponent." Feng Wu frowned.

The disciple was almost affected, and when dealing with Xuehu, he was no longer as pleasant as before: "The restricted area of ​​Jiuchong Mountain is full of aura, and what can help you rise to the sixth round can also help you escape this disaster."

Seeing that Tan Qiao escaped, Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief silently, then remembered something, and his gloomy eyes fell on Zhenjun Fengwu.

"The snow region is so cold that people's limbs are stiff. If Zhenjun Fengwu is not among them, it is enough for me to warm up."

These words are simply Chi Guoguo not paying attention to other people. Many monks stared forward angrily, and saw that the inner alchemy was smashed by a wine glass on the ground. At this time, Han Yi, who was already exhausted, stopped in his footsteps again. .

No one acted rashly. After everyone cursed and tried to be brave, the sound of the piano on the second floor suddenly became louder, and dozens of sword blades buzzed and resonated. Everyone's expressions changed drastically and they fell silent at the same time.

True Monarch Fengwu smiled and said nothing, but when the woman playing the piano shot at the other monks, the void stopped him, meaning that if Sheng Zhao planned to make a move, he would not stand by.

"The Jiuchongshan restricted area only needs to be suppressed for a hundred years, and retreating there is no different from retreating in the snowy region." Feng Wu persuaded again.

Sheng Zhao sneered, "How dare you say that."

True Monarch Fengwu paused: "This is also for the common people in the world."

Sheng Zhao: "None of my business, you go find someone else."

Feng Wu: "The wind wolf in the southern border failed to cross the catastrophe, and the dark dragon in the East China Sea has soared to become a dragon."

"So you think I'm easier to bully among monsters?"

Sheng Zhao stood up from his seat, his fiery red gown fell to the ground, and his black hair like a black silk necklace fell loose.

He still had a mask on his face, and several monks who lacked concentration and didn't have deep grievances actually looked straight at him, including Tan Qiao, a fake monk who didn't understand the situation.

Anger was boiling, Sheng Zhao's voice still carried the charm of the fox family, even when he was angry, he still touched the heartstrings.

"The fire unicorn in Diancang Mountain, the rock tortoise in the boundless sea, if you don't look for so many spirit monsters, you just find me. Don't I belong to the common people in this world!"

The smile on the corner of Zhenjun Fengwu's mouth faded a lot, and after a while, he opened his lips to respond: "There are more common people who died in your hands."

What happened next was completely beyond Tan Qiao's tolerance.

Suddenly, Xuehu and Zhenjun Fengwu attacked at the same time, and the rest of the cultivators drew their swords together as if awakened from a dream, and a fierce battle began in an instant.

The sound of the piano on the second floor turned into a piercing and chilling killing. Faced with the brilliant but inaccurate spells flying in the air, the fake monk Tan Qiao was already frightened.

Seeing that a fireball from nowhere was about to fall on him, a thrust came from the center of the battlefield, and when he recovered, he was already standing outside the Xiangyu Building.

Thinking that Master had helped her, Tan Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just a fight, it seems that guarding the forbidden area is not a good job..."

He didn't have much impression of the forbidden area of ​​Jiuchong Mountain, but since it was a forbidden area, there must be many dangers, and ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter it.

Tan Qiao was very self-aware. Instead of rushing to the battlefield, he honestly waited at the door.

In his impression, True Monarch Fengwu is very strong.

Both the people on the road and the monks present also confirmed that his master is very strong. Besides, this is bullying the few with the more, so Tan Qiao is not too worried about Zhenjun Fengwu's safety.

Instead, it was the mask vendor... No, it should be the thousand-year-old snow fox.

Although the fox's mouth is very poisonous, he is still a goblin who has cultivated for thousands of years. Since the master wants to catch him, he shouldn't kill him, right?

Tan Qiao thought uneasy, the first time he saw the legendary monster, or the monster that had crossed paths before, he was somewhat concerned.

...Rather than caring about it, I'd rather be a little curious about what the legendary vixen looks like, and how it fascinated the minds of monks in the Mahayana period.

The night is getting darker, and the warm atmosphere of the festival is gradually dissipating.

The sound of fighting in the Xiangyu Building has already spread throughout Frost City, and the people on the street don't care about the Lantern Festival, they can only celebrate the next festival by saving their lives.

The people closed their doors when they returned home, and the city streets were cold and lonely. Looking from a distance, only Tan Qiao stood in the middle of the road stupidly.

He swallowed a pill to avoid cold, and waited for half an hour, the sound in Xiangyu Building gradually subsided, and another half hour later, the whole street was completely silent.

When Fengwu Zhenjun walked out of the Xiangyu Building, there were no other monks following him, the only one he brought out was the little fox with snow-white fur in his arms, except for the red ears and tail tips.

As the door opened, a strong smell of blood billowed out. Tan Qiao was excitedly going up to the master, but halfway through, his complexion suddenly changed, and he turned his head and retched.

"Master, what's inside..."

"Little Qiao." Zhenjun Fengwu interrupted him in a deep voice, his throat rolled when he spoke, and bright red blood overflowed from his mouth.

"Take him back first, and use a soul-locking spell to seal his consciousness within a stick of incense. Don't miss the time limit."

Stuffing the seriously injured and unconscious fox into his arms, Zhenjun Fengwu turned around and stepped into the Xiangyu Tower again, leaving only Tan Qiao holding the fox in a mess in the wind.

When Tan Qiao reacted and wanted to rush into the building in a panic, she found that the master had set up an enchantment, and she couldn't rush in at all.

This time, he was not only messy, but also a little weak in his legs.

"... Suoshi, what curse? Master! Master, please teach me first!"

Not to mention a stick of incense, even if you give him a whole night, he can't remember any curses!

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