Chapter 5536

It is likely that when Zhao siliang started the poetry and painting of bamboo and stone, the monster used magic to connect the poetry and painting of bamboo and stone to confuse him with false and true, so as to achieve a certain purpose.

Ye Wuque snorted coldly and listened to Zhao siliang's suggestion. He kept the Lingtai square inch tightly and raised his vigilance. As long as they do not lose consciousness, there should be no big problem.

"Why? No, brother Ye is so far away from poetry and painting. I can't feel his breath

Zhao siliang suddenly looked in one side, knowing that ye Wuqian had changed in the evil spirit fog. He immediately asked for the holy words, and used his talent to stir up the spirit. He wanted to use the words of the saints to wake Ye Wuqian, who was trapped in the fog of resentment,

but this time, his request for holy words was useless, and he was just a little scholar. His position was not enough, and the power of asking for holy words was also very powerful Limit, can not break through the fog of resentment.

"Ox nose, brother Ye has been tricked in it. Don't hide your clumsiness. If you use the method of pressing the bottom of the box, you will be greatly appreciated afterwards."

Zhao siliang was anxious and uneasy. His talent was poured into the poems and paintings of bamboo and stone without money. The beginning of poetry and painting dispelled the mist of resentment, but the effect was not ideal.

The voice of the Taoist Scriptures in Li Chengye's mouth became more and more sonorous, and the talismans in his hands flew out one by one, and some even went straight into the mist of resentment and disappeared.

Obviously, Li Chengye is also preparing for the kill.

Qu baiqiu takes care of Jinsheng. Her face is very worried. She pinches her hands tightly together. She doesn't know that she is white. After hearing Zhao siliang's words, she is so anxious that she means frying, which is very difficult.

Her eyes have the color of struggle, the heart of the relationship between the leaves is gradually overwhelming everything.

In the mist of resentment, ye Wuxiang turns carefully in the bamboo forest, trying to find out the hiding place of the evil spirit. However, there is no one in the bamboo forest. The fallen leaves can be heard, only his own footsteps. This silence can make people panic and drive people crazy.

All of a sudden, there was a rustling sound behind him. When ye Wuqian looked back, he saw a yellow weasel, slightly bigger than a domestic cat, chasing a pink butterfly.

It seems to have a big heart to play, chasing butterflies is not to eat, but to play.

In succession, the yellow tiger wolf did not catch the pink butterfly, but fell down a few times, and his body was stained with two bottles of yellow bamboo leaves.

Butterfly fly away, weasel squat there, staring at the flying weasel, a pair of bright eyes like wisdom, there is a deep desire and envy color, as if it also want to fly to the blue sky, to chase different scenery.

Butterfly fly more and more far, finally disappear, yellow tiger wolf shake head, some regret.

"Is this the evil spirit of that monster? I remember Jinsheng said that when he was dreaming, it was the weasel who bit him to death several times... "

Ye Wumian thinks, just ready to go up to catch the yellow tiger wolf and rescue Jinsheng, but the yellow tiger wolf suddenly looks back at him.

Ye Wuqi did not see the slightest fear, nor did he see the slightest hatred of people from the eyes that had begun to take shape. Some were just curious and had a kind of inexplicable yearning.

The weasel stood up, as if learning from man, and ye Wuwei looked at each other for a long time.

I don't know why, ye Wuqian looks at the pair of smart eyes, even can't go down to the hand.

He hesitated for a moment, a bite teeth just to deal with the weasel, but the yellow tiger wolf first step into the bamboo forest disappeared.

Next, the four seasons alternate in the bamboo forest, as if a breath is a season. Ye Wuqian witnessed the growth of the weasel for the most part of his life. He saw the growth of the weasel. He hunted for food, played with him, and pursued his partner. He channeled his spirit, practiced hard, and fought against the powerful enemy. One day, the weasel was so excited and crazy that he was full of auspicious Qi Started to run in the mountains and fields.

Of course, none of this happened in the bamboo forest, and the environment did not know when it had already been a bamboo forest. Ye Wuxiang was stunned and did not find it.

Here is a deciduous temperate forest with four distinct seasons. It's winter. The snow is full. The yellow tiger wolf is very hard to run.

It squeaks anxiously, eyes full of anxiety, also do not know how long to run, finally met a woodcutter in rags.

The weasel was so overjoyed that he ran to the woodcutter without thinking about it. The man stood up, raised his claws over his head, held them together, and bowed deeply, as if he were bowing.

It squeaked a few times, a pair of eyes staring at the woodcutter, full of longing.

The woodcutter didn't seem to know what the weasel was going to do at first. He just held the axe tightly in his hand. The hand holding the axe was very tight and full of aggression. It seemed that he would cut it down at any time.

Even, he licked his lips, which were blue and purple with cold, and the corners of his mouth were bloodthirsty.

He has not opened meat for a long time. It is very difficult to live in that chaotic age.

Gradually, the woodcutter seems to understand that the weasel is asking him for a seal. As long as he can say the word "like", the weasel will get the way and even have the opportunity to take off its shell.But what's good for him? His hunger made the desire for food overwhelming.

"No!"

Finally, the woodcutter squeezed out two words from his teeth under the eager and anxious eyes of the weasel. However, the light two words let the weasel's hundred years of hard cultivation turn into the past and go to nothing.

The weasel was stunned and looked at the woodcutter in disbelief. He didn't seem to understand that it was just a small matter of opening his mouth. He was full of yearning human beings and all kinds of spirits, why he didn't help and why he couldn't accommodate him.

With the fall of the voice, the lingering auspicious signs are scattered. Along with the auspicious omens, there are also hundreds of years of hard cultivation, early eating morning dew, evening nectar, being baptized by the spirit of the sun and the moon, being beaten by the wind and thunder, and escaping from the cultivation of countless times from the ghost gate.

"Hum, do you want to get a seal for stealing chickens? Don't think, I don't have the leisure to help you become Tao in this troubled time The woodcutter sneered, raised his axe, took a mouthful of saliva, and looked down at the weasel.

Those unseen and intangible accomplishments gushed out of the weasel's body, and became the vitality of heaven and earth again, and then returned to heaven and earth.

There was a strong wind all around, blowing the snowflakes all over the place, forming a strong snowstorm, and the woodcutter was blown upside down by the wind.

But a moment ago, the axe in his hand had been severely thrown out. Although he was deflected by the strong wind, he still hit the weasel and almost cut off one leg of the weasel.

"Squeak..."

The weasel's mouth issued a cry that let the listener cry and listen to the sad cry. The sound was like a sob, like a cry like a complaint, like a quiet resentment, a sob sob, as if crying about the injustice of the Cang Tian, grieving about the cruelty of the fate.

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