Chapter 41

That night, the fire burned Xingshan temple. Princess Zhao flurried the relic out of the tower and quietly moved it to the new temple.

This "sarizi" did not know where the evil spirit was. It was stained with the resentment of the people who died in the fire, and it was full of evil spirit. The "sarizi" in the new temple is just like a central remote control. Once there is sandalwood stained with the ashes of the dead, it uses the resentful ghost carried in the ashes as a weapon to control thousands of troops and surround the poor Duanyang emperor. Therefore, the new temple is as cold as the old one.

With evil spirits inside and Lu Jiu Peiyu outside, Duanyang can't break away from this big net until all the truth is revealed to the world.

At the end of the seven story pagoda, the stairs are very steep and the space is narrow. Only people can bend down to pass.

The light is dim yellow. Miaomiao tries to protect the faint candle light in his hands in a large area of dust.

The tower is empty.

Ling Miaomiao coughed because of the dark and damp smell inside, and peeped out of the small window, almost like a prisoner longing for light.

I saw Mu Sheng standing under the tower with his arms in his arms, looking up at her. She cried anxiously: "Mu Sheng, the relic is not on it!"

Youth's black eyes are moist water color, with a very ambiguous smile: "that's nature. If it's still here, the imperial concubine will not use the word "look for" when she gives an order. "

Miaomiao threw the candle out of the window and hit him in the face: "you're kidding me!"

Mu Sheng put out his hand and held the thin red candle. The poor flame was out, and the wick drew a thin line of smoke in the air.

Mu Sheng lowered his eyebrows, and his fingertips exploded an orange spark. The candle lit up again in a flash, and the bright light reflected his white jade face.

He held the candle and looked at it carefully: "now it's easy to throw. I'll see how you can get down later."

Ling Miaomiao trapped in the dark pagoda

Ling Miaomiao felt that she might have been a lizard in her last life. Otherwise, how could she explain that she could still climb so fast after climbing backward down the steep Pagoda in the dark?

"Bah, bah!" After eating a mouthful of earth, she began to beat her sleeve, skirt and hair. Fortunately, when she went out, she put on a few more layers and scrapped an outer garment. The Ru skirt inside was clean.

When she finished her appearance, she walked out from behind the tower and saw Mu Sheng holding a candle in a daze.

At dusk, the inner courtyard of Xingshan temple is empty, the trees are vivid, and the red lanterns are lit under the eaves of the temple. The Royal lanterns are cold red, noble and indifferent.

The candle in the boy's hand is dim yellow, with unreal warmth, outlining the outline of his long eyelashes and bridge of his nose, shining on his pale face, like a soap bubble that will break at the touch of a hand.

A faint fishy smell floated in the air, accompanied by a sweet smell.

Miaomiao drags the hem and arranges the sleeves all the way: "how do you think you should find it?"

Murmur low eyebrow, do not care: "nature is a look for."

The Mou light swept over her clothes, slowly swept to her face, in the Mou this just takes on a little schadenfreude smile, "climb down?"

Miaomiao coughed: "climb Climb well, exercise limbs ability, still can't wrestle, just like morning running, healthy

Autumn cicadas hiss.

There are many temples in Xingshan temple. Bodhisattvas and Arhats have their own side halls. The moon shines coldly on the marble floor, reflecting the cold light of white frost.

Looking for a palace, you have to turn over the tribute table, check the statue, and lie on the floor inch by inch. What's worse, the palace people are lazy, and the tribute table is full of dust in the afternoon.

Naturally, Mu Sheng, who is completely slack, won't lie on the floor looking like this. Ling Miaomiao, who works hard to push the plot, only hates that he is not a metal detector when he lies on the cold floor for the tenth time.

This is not the way. She clapped her hands, stood up and walked up to him: "Mr. mu, you've seen a lot of battles to catch demons. It's so inefficient that you must be eliminated by the industry Is there no simpler way? "

As she spoke, her black-and-white eyes blinked at Musheng's cuffs. In the past, there were a lot of Rune papers stored there. It should be easier for her to tear out any one of them than for her to lie on the floor.

Unfortunately, the Black Lotus deliberately hid her hand behind her: "No."

Mu Sheng lifted up, and his face was much paler than usual. In the moonlight, the two pills' pupils became more and more black and bright.

Ling Miaomiao moved a futon to sit on the ground and began to straighten out the delicate hairpin flowers.

The bow pleated white skirt outlines the waist when standing, but when sitting down, it can unfold like calamus petals wantonly. Sixteen pieces of gauze on the waist decorate the skirt. Each piece is embroidered with half open chrysanthemums in gold thread, reflecting the snowy moonlight.

Ling Miaomiao is definitely not inferior to heilianhua in terms of the degree of beauty.

Mu Sheng glanced at her. Sure enough, she was attracted by the moonlight on her skirt for a moment, and then frowned: "don't you go on looking?"Ling Miaomiao looked up at him. The tiny green oranges on his temples were the most innocent spots. His Chiji was tied with a blue ribbon, revealing a small earlobe like white jade. The water color reflected in apricot eyes: "I'm tired."

The girl in the world under the moon has three more colors and three more fairies than usual. Even the angry coquettishness can easily make people excited.

Unfortunately, the face of Mu Sheng can't see much emotion of cherishing flowers. He squatted down, approached her face, eyes pity and mocked: "this just found a few tired?"

She looked at his eyes, silent for a moment, no sign of extending his hand, Mu Sheng dodged, let her cold hand knot firmly pressed on the forehead.

"I'm not sick..." She tilted her head and wondered, "what's wrong with you..."

His wrist was caught almost immediately. He used 90% of his strength to crush Ling Miaomiao's bone. She forced the pain, bit her teeth and looked down. The other hand quickly grabbed Mu Sheng's wrist.

She felt his hand tremble, an instinctive reaction to being touched.

Let her a pinch of the reason, his sleeve Yin out a trace of blood, wet touch on her fingertips, a touch of sweet and greasy diffuse in the air.

Mu Sheng did not dodge, let her hold her right hand, left hand still tightly grasp her wrist, forming a mutual deadlock posture.

In the dark hall, they looked at each other motionlessly. Their faces were half hidden in the dark, and their eyes were stained with the bright moonlight. For a moment, the hall was so quiet that they could only hear the sound of breathing.

"Muziqi, why do you use your blood to support water ghosts?"

Ling Miaomiao's face calmly opened his mouth, and his eyes were shining.

On the Wanjiang boat, she pointed to his nose and asked him why he didn't take the medicine.

Mu Sheng's expression floated for a moment, his eyes gradually deepened, and some gnashed their teeth: "I told you earlier that being too smart is not a good thing."

Miaomiao looked at him, slowly released his hand, and laughed silently: "what can I do? Let me find a secret again. Do you want to kill me immediately?"

The smile was bright and frivolous, and he looked very excited.

Mu Sheng also let her go, coldly looking at her rubbing her wrist, pulling down her face and warning her: "do you think I dare not?"

"Of course you don't dare." Miaomiao hung her head, "sister Mu is still waiting to meet us."

As expected, the voice of Mu was stiff.

At any time, pulling out the big Buddha of his elder sister, he can be pressed down at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

Mu Sheng has always felt that Ling Miaomiao is like a rabbit -- a rabbit who just moves his three petaled mouth to eat, and when he is in danger, he goes into the hole, leaving only a fluffy butt. But recently, the rabbit's courage is too fat.

The dizziness of blood loss had not yet faded, and his brain was dizzy. He walked in the empty Buddhist hall, but not because of anxiety. Instead, he felt a kind of lightness that he had not seen for a long time.

At any time, carrying a secret alone for a long time will make people tired.

He has come to the end of silence and patience.

"I'm really curious. You've always been merciless to demons. With your temper, the water ghost who lingers on should have died when he crossed the Wanjiang River, didn't he?" Ling Miaomiao is still sitting on the futon, staring at the wandering figure of Mu Sheng.

But the cold curse flashed back in Mu Sheng's mind: "you kill monsters here happily, do you remember the underground mother?"

He turned his wrist around a little annoyed to receive the demon handle. He didn't answer the question When did you find out? "

"At that time, in the Imperial Palace, by pretending to be ill, you helped me to deal with the doctor twice. The water ghost took the opportunity to come in from the window. Don't say that your wrist is injured for no reason... " She sniffed her fingers, wrinkled her nose, and immediately laughed again, "I'll never forget the smell of water ghosts."

Mu Sheng looks at Ling Miaomiao's fluffy face in the moonlight.

Rabbits are sometimes smart, sometimes confused, sometimes eager to hide in the end of the world, sometimes close to the nose. She trod the line several times, but he couldn't get rid of it

If she didn't really like Liu Fuyi, he would have suspected that Ling Miaomiao had come to him.

Liu Fuyi He gave a sneer in his heart and added a little more. The rabbit's eyes were not good.

"Mu Sheng, what kind of threat does that thing use to make you retreat to this point?"

Miaomiao thought that the hand of Black Lotus is cruel and black, and there are no three ways to do things. Now that someone is riding on his head, the water ghost must have a secret.

What a thrill!

Mention this, Mu Sheng immediately annoyed: "what does it have to do with you?"

"Naturally. As a friend, I kindly remind you not to be cheated. "

This is true, and naturally, with Ling Miaomiao has always been ignorant and fearless temperament.

The night breeze sent Gardenia fragrance, floating in the air, is rich almost some erosive taste.

Mu Sheng looked down at her: "I hope to exchange my blood for some secrets."By implication, don't mind your own business.

Miaomiao couldn't grasp the key point all the time. She looked up and wondered, "what's special about your blood that attracts demons to chase?"

The aroma became more and more obvious, to the degree of some choking. Mu Sheng's words just started: "my blood..." The young man realized that he let Ling Miaomiao take a side, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, "why should I tell you?"

Ling Miaomiao's small white hand fanned fiercely in front of his nose: "cough, where the flowers are so fragrant, it's choking."

Mu Sheng noticed that the smell in the air was almost choking, and he was suddenly surprised: No, I was careless

The whole body tenses up and down quickly, the right wrist steel ring suddenly comes out, pinches at the fingertips, and the left hand picks up Ling Miaomiao on the ground, but it's too late -

the moonlight is obscured by the swimming black clouds, and there are no five fingers in the hall. A little yellow and red light slowly lights up from the feet.

Vermilion, gamboge, indigo The first thing Ling Miaomiao saw was the heavy gold ornaments on one wrist, followed by a couple of men and women embracing each other.

This, this This is

"Ah

Her eyes seemed to be pricked by hot pepper water. She closed her eyes subconsciously. Like an ostrich burying sand, she quickly plunged into the arms of admiration. Her head seemed to drill a hole in his chest.

Mu Sheng

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