Chapter 77 Kawakami Qingping (eighth update!)

Looking at her clothes, she was wearing a red palace dress.

The clothes exuded a gloomy and oppressive nobility, as if a concubine from the cold palace of the previous dynasty had broken out of her coffin and resurrected, carrying her decayed splendor, lifeless, and walking alone in the world.

Zhou Yi felt a chill down his spine.

If night falls, the feeling at this moment will be similar to that when I saw the emperor coming out of the coffin in the mass grave.

This woman who failed to change the course of time walked in strange steps.

As she walked across the ridges and depressions of the fields, the pair of embroidered shoes were spotless and spotless.

When walking, you can't hear any sound at all.

The old monster of the Demon Sect!

The person's identity was determined almost instantly.

He pretended not to know and continued to stagger towards the Baihe River with his hoe on his shoulder.

but

In the moment he glanced at her just now, the gaze of the woman in palace dress had already clung to him like a thorn in his flesh.

But I saw the skirt fluttering like ink, and the embroidered shoes casting complicated shadows of footsteps.

When the cold wind suddenly blew, the shadow came from far away and floated to Zhou Yi's side.

"Young Master~~~"

The charming sound corrodes the bones!

In an instant, several women in gauze appeared in his mind, dancing around him gracefully.

This is exactly the strange method brought about by the integration of the innate subtle true qi into the acupoints to refine the spirit.

The magic and illusion of the devil sect!

This person's skills are not inferior to those of the emperor.

Zhou Yi gave up the idea of ​​a surprise attack.

This charm is powerful, but——

It seemed to be of no hindrance to him.

The Zen mind is immortal!

Master Sanchi's old face suddenly appeared in the spirit world, and all the beauties turned into white bones in an instant.

A bunch of skeletons dancing, only the bones feel, how can there be any beauty?

Zhou Yi pretended to be tricked, a lewd smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the beauty in the palace skirt with a crazy look.

"Young Master, where is this Taoist temple?"

"It's on this mountain."

"How many Taoist priests are practicing in the temple?"

"There was an old Taoist who traveled to Xingyang a few days ago. Before leaving, he entrusted his dilapidated temple to a farmer, saying that he would not be able to return for three to five years."

The woman in the palace skirt frowned slightly and glanced coldly at Wolonggang.

She glanced at Zhou Yi's youthful face again, her eyes flashing with envy.

Once you fall under her unique charm, no matter whether you practice martial arts or not, it is impossible for you to lie.

She uttered two inaudible syllables, then hummed, and floated away with her wide sleeves fluttering.

Zhou Yi pretended to be dizzy and dropped his hoe to the ground with a clang.

Then he held his head, as if he had been squatting for a long time and then stood up, staggering and falling to the ground.

The woman in palace dress glanced past and disappeared at the end of the path.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Yifang stood up, dusted himself off, picked up his hoe, and continued to walk towards Baihe as if nothing had happened.

After a long time, he looked in the direction where the woman in the palace skirt disappeared.

After reviewing the situation over and over again, he finally responded and nodded slightly.

"Your words and actions must be flawless, otherwise this old monster won't be able to just turn around and leave."

"There are many people in the Demon Sect who are proficient in magic and illusion. I wonder which branch this is."

Judging from his attire, Zhou Yi is more inclined to believe that he is from the Xieji Sect.

Could she be Emperor Ding’s junior sister?

One wears a Tongtian crown and the other wears a palace skirt.

These people around the evil emperor thought they were touched by the emperor's aura and behaved very differently from ordinary people.

Then I thought about the strange situation in Nanyang.

It's probably her.

He must be practicing the Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique, which is why he is able to target people in the Daoist sect.

However, it is difficult to figure out the old monster's way of practicing martial arts.

Moreover, the Evil Emperor's disciples should not appear in public for decades.

The last time I entered the emperor's tomb, I went there on my own initiative, which is easy to explain.

Looking at his current actions, he is definitely not in a state of retirement.

Standing by the Baihe River, Zhou Yi had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery of mountains and water.

Many events seemed to have deviated from the direction he remembered.

There is only one good news at this moment.

Since this old monster had investigated Wolonggang and had tricked her away this time, it was unlikely that he would come back in the short term.

With a lot on his mind, Zhou Yi found Mr. Xie by the river.

He was wearing a straw hat and sitting alone on a rock, fishing.

"Master Yi, your worries are written all over your face."

"Is there?"

Mr. Xie smiled and handed Zhou Yi a fishing rod.

"This is what Taoist Priest Wu Crow taught me. If you're feeling overwhelmed, come to this river, use a hook and bait, and fish alone at the setting sun. Whenever you do that, your bad mood will flow away with this white river."

Zhou Yi thought it made sense and suddenly remembered what Taoist Crow had said.

He asked, "Does Taoist Crow really like eating fish?"

"Yes."

Mr. Xie answered without thinking, and then he suddenly understood.

"It turns out that all my sorrows have gone into Taoist Master Crow's belly."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "This is good for both sides."

With this smile, my depressed mood improved again.

Put aside your worries for a moment and sit down with Mr. Xie and hold the fishing rod.

It was not until noon that the two of them put away their fishing rods.

When checking their catch, Zhou Yi only got shrimps about an inch long, while Uncle Xie had a bunch of fish strung together on willow twigs, all of which were a foot long and a palm wide.

"The Heavenly Master doesn't kill very often."

Old Mr. Xie twirled his beard and looked at Zhou Yi with a smile.

In this situation, I feel that Zhou Yi is more suitable to be the master of Wuzhuang Temple than Taoist Ya.

Taoist Crow only knows how to eat and give feedback on whether the fish he caught is delicious or not.

However, Zhou Yi became his fishing partner.

Comparing the two, my thoughts about the old master faded a bit.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment: "I'm in unfamiliar waters. Now I know how to fish deep and shallow."

Maybe it’s because she’s a woman in palace dress.

After lunch, Zhou Yi didn't want to stay in the Taoist temple, so he dragged Uncle Xie to go fishing again.

Xie Jiyou didn't know the inside story and thought he was just eager to win.

In the evening, the two of them put away their clubs again.

When Mr. Xie saw the basket full of silver scales, he was stunned and speechless.

"Master Tian is truly a lucky star for this old man. I've never had such a satisfying catch before."

Zhou Yi faced the Baihe River, silent.

"Is Tianshi's fishing heart broken?"

No matter how well-mannered Xie Jiyou was, he couldn't help but smile at this moment.

"No, I just thought that maybe the River God in the White River regarded Uncle Xie as a friend."

Zhou Yi made a joke, looking at the white river in front of him, feeling the breeze. The wind made the water surface sparkle, and occasionally a small fish jumped out of the water.

At this moment, my heart was extremely calm, and I couldn't help but think of the Wind God's Shadowless Sword.

The wind originates from the earth and starts from the tip of the green apple.

The green apples on the river can also turn into ripples in the white river.

The wind stirs the green apples, stirs the river water, the rippling waves and the slight movement of the green apples are all the same thing.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration came to my mind.

Without Zhanlu by his side, Zhou Yi came to the riverside and picked up a dead branch to use as a sword.

Old Man Xie watched quietly, and felt that the Taoist priest was waving the dead branch faster and faster, and even his vision became a little blurry.

When he rubbed his eyes with his hands, he could vaguely see that the Taoist priest had turned into a dark shadow by the river.

The dead branch suddenly appeared and disappeared, which was quite amazing.

When Zhou Yi stopped his swordplay, Mr. Xie smiled and said:

"The River God is kind and fair. He has given me a basket full of fish and a sword that shines brightly."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly.

The old monster in the palace skirt made him feel anxious, while Old Man Xie made him feel calm.

With a change of relaxation, the sword barrier that had trapped him for many days was blown away by the river breeze.

I was in a very good mood at the moment and was just about to chat and laugh with Mr. Xie.

suddenly

He heard strange noises coming from the village below the mountain.

Someone was screaming.

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(End of this chapter)