It was rare that the sun didn't come out today, and the air was foggy, which brought a bit of coolness in the scorching heat of June.
Wen Zhaozhao learned a cultivation method from Jing Yuan and sat cross-legged on the Li family's stone mill. Zhenniang put a stack of cakes in front of her. Now the plate was empty. Wen Zhaozhao was so full that she took it away. Qi crossed his legs and swayed leisurely.
Jing Yuan took Yin He and Xue Ming outside to check for Yaksha's footprints. After a busy day, Xue Ming's stomach kept growling, so he dragged Yin He two or three steps and jumped into the fire room.
"Let me go. I have already escaped from grains and don't need food from the mortal world." Yin He couldn't resist Xue Ming's strength, so he forced him to run inside.
Jing Yuan did not go back to rest, but went to see Wen Zhaozhao. After two days of running for nothing, Jing Yuan was in a calm mood. When he saw Wen Zhaozhao eating leisurely and enjoyably, a white hair popped out on the spot. hair.
He shouldn't have believed Wen Zhaozhao's lies, saying that he wanted to be his right-hand man, turned around and forgot about it, and started to be lazy and greedy. Jing Yuanpi knocked on the stone table under the graphite plate with a smile, his eyes slightly He bent over and said, "How are you doing with your basic skills?"
Wen Zhaozhao's starry eyes met Jing Yuan's, and he could not hide the joy on his face: "Prince, you are back. I have learned everything you taught me today. Can you take me with you when you go out tomorrow?"
Wen Zhaozhao muttered a little aggrievedly: "You have refused to take me out to investigate for two days in a row."
Jing Yuan's brows relaxed slightly. He used a ray of spiritual consciousness to probe into Wen Zhaozhao's sea of consciousness. The star on the Xiwei Qin had already hung up. Wen Zhaozhao did not lie. The spiritual power in her body gradually formed a regular pattern. The vortex shape wandered towards the center, which shows that she really put in a lot of effort to get it.
Jing Yuan nodded: "Don't be anxious when practicing techniques and Qi, let alone be eager for success. Practice is about perseverance. You don't have to wait for tomorrow. Watch the sky and try your piano tonight."
Wen Zhaozhao had previously transformed into a silver tiger body and fought randomly. She relied on her innate advantages and it took a lot of effort and effort. She could hide whenever she could. Now that she had the magic weapon, she was vaguely excited about Yasha's arrival at night.
The moon and stars are sparse.
There was silence in the Li family. If it weren't for the two cicadas calling, Wen Zhaozhao would have fainted from sleep. She rubbed her sore shoulders, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she glanced at Jing Yuan's shoulders. It was still as good as before. With Jing Yuan dragging her, she couldn't move even though she stepped on the beam.
Jing Yuan seemed to feel something and trembled all over. Xue Ming and Yin He were left in the back room. To ensure nothing went wrong and avoid the Li family's couple suffering, they slept directly in the living room.
There were chaotic footsteps outside Li's house. Wen Zhaozhao pricked up her ears. Just when she felt Yaksha's breath getting closer and closer, all the footsteps disappeared together. The bright moonlight spilled in through the window, and darkness enveloped Li House.
Hearing Zhaozhao's ears twitch, he whispered to Jing Yuan: "Prince, all the breath has disappeared."
The shadow of the moon gauze was applied to Jing Yuan's face, outlining his profile in the dim sky. His fingers were calculating back and forth, and at the last touch, his nails suddenly cracked and broke.
Jing Yuan's expression was very bad, and he held Wen Zhaozhao's shoulder with one hand: "Oh no, something big is coming. It's going to start fighting soon. Hold on tight to me."
This time it was not only the destruction of evil, but the Xiwei Qin was also making a slight roar. Wen Zhaozhao held the piano body, which was red and hot.
The door of Li's house was completely opened, and a huge square object came in, covered with plain white silk. It was particularly conspicuous in the dim sky and earth. It turned out to be a coffin. Wen Zhaozhao's heart trembled, and she felt like vomiting again. She exchanged a look with Jing Yuan, and Jing Yuan's hand had already been on her back, rubbing it repeatedly to relieve her nausea.
Just when Wen Zhaozhao felt better, he heard that all four nails of the nailed coffin below were raised, and the lid was lifted. The hairs on Wen Zhaozhao's body stood up again. She lowered her eyes. In the world of words, this kind of situation does not matter. It's called a fake corpse, and the things that crawl out tend to look disgusting. She imagined something terrifying crawling out, but a slim girl came out. She was wearing old red clothes and had a bandage on her head. A piece of cotton wool, looking miserable.
Wen Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to climb down the beam, but Jing Yuan grabbed his arm.
This girl acted strangely. She always had a smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, three Yakshas of different sizes came in. I don’t know what one of them said in her ear, which made her giggle. In one second, the Yaksha's head was crushed, and the girl's sharp claws dug straight into Yaksha's heart. Wen Zhaozhao did not dare to look, and she gritted her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.
She jumped up and down and was about to walk to the backyard. Jing Yuan came down with a sword, but she easily dodged it. She tapped her chin with her finger and asked innocently, "Aren't you hiding it?"
The two yakshas felt the divine pressure deliberately released by Jing Yuan, hugged each other, and buried their heads in each other's neck without saying a word.
Jing Yuan asked her with a smile: "Can you finally help yourself to take action? Female Rakshasa, I've been looking for you for several days, but I can't find a trace of you as a coward. It's also because you were born without a heart, so you can only rely on abducting these yakshas." The souls of preying on mortals are filled into your brain, so naturally you have to hide. After all, no matter how many souls you eat, you can't hide the dirty fact about you."
The whole room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Wen Zhaozhao was still lying on the pillar of the beam. She was confused when she saw the girl whom Jing Yuan called Rakshasa clapping her hands: "So you are looking for me, you want to play with me." Well, don’t worry, I’ll eat your soul soon, and we can play together all the time. Today is such a good day, I haven’t seen an immortal drink a Taoist priest in ten years.”
Wen Zhaozhao couldn't listen anymore. She stepped on her red boots and swept her fingers across the Xiwei Qin. Her fingers were nimble. Every time the strings fluctuated, microwaves of spiritual power spread out, almost with her as the center of the circle, ripples Bursts.
Rakshasa covered her ears, and some pus flowed out of the corners of her eyes. She asked, "So you brought a helper, so I will also laugh and accept it. After I peel off her skin and apply it on her face, I will punish you again."
Rakshasa rioted and Yasha no longer cowered. Their pair of big wings released yellow mist. Rakshasa suddenly appeared in front of him. Wen Zhaozhao was overwhelmed by her and grabbed her arm. She pressed it down and cut off one of the arms. beam.
"I haven't had enough fun yet. This house can't collapse." Rakshasa waved his hand upward, forming a magic barrier.
Jing Yuan threw out two long strings to wrap around Rakshasa's claws, and kicked her legs straight into her abdomen. He put one arm around Wen Zhaozhao, and tightened the long strings, completely cutting off Rakshasa's hands.
"You are so cruel, I hate you." Rakshasa burst into tears as soon as her hand was broken. Her cry hit Wen Zhaozhao's eardrums, like a rat's claws scratching the wall. Wen Zhaozhao's ears were more sensitive. , she couldn't help but let out a roar, and when she was about to grind her teeth, Jing Yuan stuffed a piece of cotton into her ear.
The two yakshas wrapped up Jing Yuan and Wen Zhaozhao, one on the left and the other on the right. Wen Zhaozhao leaned against Jing Yuan with her harp in her arms. Her fingertips were flying, and the sound of the harp was competing with the Rakshasa's cries.
"Wen Zhaozhao, don't turn back into a silver tiger. Listen attentively to the sound of your piano." Jing Yuan leaned against Wen Zhaozhao, feeling the excitement in her mind, and reminded her: "Feel the meaning of your piano, and don't let other things occupy it." your heart."
Wen Zhaozhao admitted that she had wanted to transform into a silver tiger for a moment and fight. At this time, after hearing Jing Yuan's words, she closed her eyes tightly and moved her hands mechanically.
Rakshasa's hands had recovered again, and what Jing Yuan had cut off turned into a ball of black air and floated away. He threw out two orange talismans, but it was too late, and he saw the two groups of black air drifting away in the wind.
Wen Zhaozhao heard Jing Yuan ask: "How come you, an evil beast, got mixed up with the energy of chaos?"
"So this thing is called the energy of chaos." Rakshasa sighed, curious about everything like a newborn child. She gradually approached the two of them: "I was very angry when you broke my hand, but I ate it. You are the funniest among so many people, and I am a bit reluctant to eat you."
Jing Yuan opened the palm of his hand, and blood gushed out. He drew his blood all the way up the heart of the sword, and Rakshasa couldn't recognize his sword intention. The sound of the piano isolated Yaksha, and Jing Yuan and Rakshasa fought quickly. The sword was as powerful as a mountain, and the impact on Rakshasa's body gave off the smell of burnt skin, and her wounds would heal quickly.
"It's fun, it's so fun." Rakshasa almost never made a move, so one of her punches shook the Evil-Breaking Sword almost to pieces.
Jing Yuan quickly drew out his sword. He tapped Wen Zhaozhao's palm behind him. Wen Zhaozhao already understood that he picked up his waist and slashed the sword. At the same time, the golden sword energy lingered. Before the Rakshasa opened his eyes, he came towards him. It was Wen Zhaozhao's four flying kicks.
Rakshasa stretched out her hand to resist, and Jing Yuan's sword took the opportunity to cut off her ear. Rakshasa actually felt the pain this time, and she was in severe pain.
She covered the black blood flowing out with one hand, but her ears did not grow. The tip of Jing Yuan's sword was right between her eyebrows. When she looked closer, it turned out that her ears were attached with talismans. Jing Yuan said: "Rakshasa, body How does it feel to be unable to recover? This is a talisman specially made for you. There is nothing on it, but it is the urine of some pregnant ladies you hate most."
Rakshasa was completely enraged and crawled forward like a maggot. Her hair became very long and her nails were as sharp and hooked as a yaksha. Wen Zhaozhao suddenly opened her eyes and she rose into the air: "Rakshasa, you have done many evil things. , why don’t you submit to the law?”
Wen Zhaozhao's voice was hollow and vague. She had been unable to recognize it for a long time in the sea of consciousness just now, and her guarding mood was too urgent. This enthusiasm infected Xiweiqin, and she was actually willing to lend her a share of the spiritual power of the Flower God. She was basically Unstable, the spiritual consciousness is also stuck with the aura of the Flower God.
"Then today is a good and auspicious day for me to send you off." Wen Zhaozhao kept moving her hands, but the meaning of the piano was still different. In an instant, the room was covered with frost, and her music was so cold that it felt like being trapped in an ice hell. , the two Yakshas were already frozen, and the Rakshasa began to dig into the ground.
This trace of spiritual power was quickly exhausted. Wen Zhaozhao fell down and was caught by Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan's arms were filled with warmth. Rakshasa fled. The two Yaksha had been turned into blood by the ice music. Wen Zhaozhao asked confusedly : "What trick did I use just now?"
"It's not your move, it's the flower god's first, but it's good to be able to achieve this today." It was rare to hear Jing Yuan praise someone, and Wen Zhaozhao fell asleep with satisfaction.
The only thing on the ground that could prove everything just now was the wriggling ear.
