Qing Wu actually wanted to find out whether the God General Qingluan had ever married her mother's cousin.
However, under the pressure of her blood, Qing Wu gave up the idea of watching the fun, so as to avoid becoming one of the fun.
After being a filial daughter for a while, Qing Wu came out of the Marquis Zhenguo Mansion and saw two ghosts when she looked up.
"Dead ghost~"
"Your Majesty, my most respected one, I miss you so much~"
He was smiling all the time during the night tour, but still looked like he deserved a beating.
The yellow wind still kept calling Qingwu "slave" and tried to squeeze towards Qingwu before Yeyou.
Qing Wu grinned and raised her arms.
Huang Feng immediately squeezed over and stood to Qing Wu's left. Ye You also floated to her right and bent his back.
Qing Wu stood on both sides, with her arms around my shoulders: "Stay, let's find a place to have a drink first~"
Thirty years later, things in the world change a lot.
For example, the land area of the capital city is more than twice that of the past. The most interesting thing is the pedestrians on the street. Many of them have spiritual energy and are actually cultivators.
Xuanwu Street in the south of the city, Bugui Tower.
Qing Wu sat in the private room on the first floor, looking at the people passing by below, drinking the fine wine that Huang Feng brought to her mouth. She opened her mouth and Ye You stuffed another grape into her mouth.
Qing Wu spat out the skin and glared at him: "You don't even know how to peel the skin, do you still need your master to remind you?"
Yeyou glanced at her and said, "That's enough. Just leave for a while. You look like you've been here for tens of thousands of days."
The wasp took the opportunity to slander: "Your Majesty, he is just too proud to go out for a night tour. When it comes to serving people, I am still the best. During the time you were away, I was living a miserable life~"
The yellow bee was trying to take advantage of every opportunity to win favor. A cold light flashed in Yeyou's eyes. Seeing that the two ghosts were about to fight, Qingwu had no intention of stopping them.
After fighting and killing outside the domain for so long, I really miss the looks of those black-eyed chickens under my command.
But before the two ghosts started fighting, someone downstairs started fighting first.
The fight started between two groups of people. One group wore black clothes with a hideous ghost mask hanging around their waists, and the other group wore blue scholar robes.
The group of black-clothed men with ghost faces looked evil and not easy to deal with. Logically, they should have the advantage, but the situation was one-sided. The group of blue-clothed Confucian scholars were full of martial virtues. They spoke the words of sages and rolled up their sleeves and punched them a few times, making the group of black-clothed men with ghost faces roll on the ground.
Qing Wu was amazed and grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "Are these two groups of monks?"
"Are there many Buddhist monks in the world now? Are they coming from the Ten Continents and Three Islands?"
“No.” Ye You’s expression was subtle. “Back then, you and your cousin changed the fate of the mortal world, and many mortals developed spiritual roots. After that, Madam Mu opened up spiritual paths, and more mortals had a way to advance.”
Qing Wu nodded and pointed at the group of blue-robed scholars below: "Are they practicing the Way of Word Spirit? The chapter they just spoke borrowed the power of the saint's Word Spirit. This method of practice is quite unique."
"As for those black-clothed ghost-faced people..." Qing Wuyu was still laughing, but gradually stopped laughing, "Are those people practicing the ghost way?"
Ye You coughed, "Those people are Rakshasa disciples, practicing the way of good ghosts."
Qing Wu's eyes were blazing with anger: "I'm a ghost cultivator, but I'm being beaten to the ground by a bunch of scholars? Who took in these shameful things?"
Ye You blinked and said, "Lu Qiao, she was conferred as the Blue Rakshasa by you personally."
Qing Wu felt an itch in the back of her teeth, and she simply couldn't bear to look at the group of Rakshasa disciples below.
Grab a handful of melon seeds and throw them down.
The melon seeds were not heavy, and fell like flowers scattered by fairies, but they hit the heads of the Rakshasa disciples accurately. All the Rakshasa disciples felt as if they were hit on the head with a club, and there was a buzzing sound.
As my head was buzzing, a voice came into my ears:
——Rakshasa ghosts use killing to stop war, they are fierce and fearless.
——You are so timid, why bother to cultivate the path of a demon? You might as well roll away and carry manure!
The two words "carrying manure" seemed to ring in my ears.
A group of Rakshasa disciples suddenly felt a surge of courage in their hearts, roaring and rising from the ground, which actually scared the group of Confucian scholars who were suppressing them with the power of words.
The Confucian scholars had just seen some melon seeds being thrown from the Never Return Building. They had not taken it seriously at first, but now they noticed something strange.
Is there an expert helping these Rakshasa disciples?
The leader of the Confucian scholars, Qingyi, spoke: "The heaven and earth have righteousness, which is invincible, and the evil spirits are dissipated!"
The righteous energy gathered together to trap the Rakshasa disciples in a cage, but this time, the righteous energy they gathered together could not suppress the evil spirit on the Rakshasa disciples.
Seeing that the attack and defense were in a state of disarray and the Confucian scholars were about to be beaten, the leader Qingyi took out a painting and threw it, out of which emerged a two-meter-tall warrior holding an axe.
The warrior was majestic and his pair of scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent. The Rakshasa disciples had just gathered their ghostly energy when he easily chopped them apart with one axe.
When this group of Confucian scholars were fighting with the Rakshasa disciples, there were many people watching the fun.
Thirty years ago, the common people would definitely stay away from this kind of situation, but now it is common for monks to enter the secular world, and fights like this are not uncommon.
Moreover, the imperial court’s management is extremely strict. If these practitioners injure ordinary people, they will be punished twice as much.
But after the general was released, the people around him became inexplicably excited, and many even shouted:
"kill!"
"Kill them!"
Upstairs, Qing Wu narrowed her eyes slightly, Ye You and Huang Feng also frowned.
"Bring that scroll of painting up here and let me see it." Qing Wu said.
Huang Feng stood up first and said, "I'll get it right away."
She walked to the window and raised her hand. The mighty warrior was instantly knocked into the painting. The painting rolled up and flew upstairs.
The situation suddenly changed.
The people seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water and calmed down instantly. Many of them scratched their heads, looking somewhat confused, wondering what they were just yelling about and why they got so excited all of a sudden.
The fight between the Rakshasa disciples and the Confucian scholars naturally stopped, and everyone looked upstairs.
Qing Wu didn't even look at these little brats. She was examining the painting. The warrior in it looked mighty and powerful, but what really concerned her was the murderous aura hidden in the brushstrokes of the painting.
Ye You only took a glance at Qing Wu's expression, then stood up and walked to the window, waving to the scholar below.
The Confucian scholars were a little uneasy. Anyone who could drink and eat in the Bugui Tower was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Brother Zhilan, I'm afraid the people here have bad intentions. It was the person upstairs who helped these Rakshasa disciples just now."
The scholar next to him whispered a reminder, looking nervous.
Seeing this, the other Luosha disciples all bowed and said generously, "Thank you for your reminder, senior. Can we thank you in person?"
I wandered around at night without saying a word, just looking at Qingwu.
Qing Wu was still staring at the scroll and nodded.
Ye You then agreed and let the group of people go upstairs.
Yu Zhilan led the Confucian scholars and Rakshasa disciples up the stairs. The two sides were clearly divided and still disliked each other, but as they continued to move upwards, they began to breathe more cautiously.
Xuanwu Street, Bugui Building, this is not an ordinary place.
There are two holy spirits in the human world. The Azure Dragon Holy Spirit, Li Ke, was personally conferred by His Majesty the Human Emperor. The Black Tortoise Holy Spirit is even more extraordinary. She is the elder sister of His Majesty the Ghost Emperor.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that this Xuanwu Street is lined with various restaurants, bars, brothels and music halls, but these industries all belong to the Xuanwu Holy Spirit.
Among them, the Bugui Tower is the most special. No one has ever been on the first floor of the Bugui Tower! Even if His Majesty the Ghost Emperor personally appointed the two adults, the Biluosha and the Chiyasha, to come, they can only stay on the fourth floor.
A group of young people went up to the first floor with trepidation in their hearts. Following a call of "enter" from inside, the group of people went in and greeted each other in an orderly manner.
No one answered for a long while, and the group of young men did not dare to look up.
Until a lazy female voice sounded: "Everyone, raise your heads. You dared to fight in public. Why are you cowering and pretending to be cowards now?"
Everyone then looked up, and after seeing the three people in the room, many of them were stunned.
The smiling and feminine man gave people an inexplicable sense of horror, as if looking at him for one more moment would bring bad luck.
The beautiful woman on the other side smiled coquettishly, but the long needle she was playing with in her hand made people's scalps tingle for some reason.
But the person who frightened them the most was the one sitting by the window. She was gorgeous and strange, dressed in red, like a red spider lily blooming in the underworld. Her eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if she could see through their souls.
The wasp laughed out loud: "I told you to raise your heads, but I didn't tell you to keep staring. You are a group of kids, you are quite brave."
These words brought them back to their senses, and they quickly lowered their heads. Almost all of them were blank-minded. Although the three people opposite them did not reveal any aura, they all felt a sense of intimidation.
Qing Wu was too lazy to talk nonsense:
"Where did this painting come from?"
Yu Zhilan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and performed a scholarly salute, but did not answer immediately:
"May I ask, Senior, is there anything wrong with this painting?"
Qing Wu looked at the boy a few more times. It was he who took out the painting just now.
"Little guy, it's pointless to ask questions when you already know the answer."
Yu Zhilan was startled, and the next moment, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he spoke word by word:
"This painting was given to me by my master. The warrior in the painting was painted by him."
After answering, Yu Zhilan's knees went weak and he fell to his knees on the ground. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead. He wanted to stand up, but his body was completely out of control.
But what Qingwu said next shocked him.
"Your so-called Danqing warrior is made of human blood and bones as ink, and the spirit and qi as soul."
"You cultivate righteousness, but you hold such a damn thing in your hand. Boy, your way of cultivating the Dao is quite wild."
Yu Zhilan looked up in astonishment, "How is this possible!"
Qing Wu was too lazy to talk nonsense and signaled Ye You: "Bring the man here. This boy and this painting are both interesting."
Seeing this, other Confucian scholars wanted to speak up for him, but the terrifying pressure made them unable to open their mouths at all.
On the other side, the Luosha disciples saw Yu Zhilan in trouble and seemed to be looking forward to the show. Qing Wu saw the expressions of these guys and sneered:
"A bunch of cowardly dogs, you still have the nerve to laugh at others?"
"Even the toilet ghosts in the underworld are braver than you. Throwing ghosts away is a disgrace!"
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