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Ji Qingzhuo looked at Yingying's bright red airflow. Although his eyes were a little uncomfortable, he still observed it more.

The red airflow is... cute, with a pointy end, it didn't turn into a hand or a mouth, it just maintained his initial shape, and he just shook it at her.

When Ji Qingzhuo felt a little pain in her eyes, the red air flow had already rushed down, and she covered her eyes to stop her from looking at it.

She was holding the red airflow and was thrown into the sea of ​​blood by him. She felt that he was stupid, and it was the first time that he wanted to play with him.

Ji Qingzhuo is not very good at joking, so she is very serious when joking. She closed her eyes, hugged the red airflow, and whispered: "Xiaoyu, but the firefly wings are all farts..." Her butt glowed.

She couldn't say the last three words, she just lowered her head and buried her head in the red airflow.

Well, she seems to have said the wrong thing again, how can this kind of thing be said to Shen Rongyu?

Ji Qingzhuo felt that his cheeks were extremely hot, but the red airflow understood her, and he naturally knew where the light was shining.

He thought about it for a while, and found that he didn't even have a human figure, let alone...

So, he stuck it up, wrapped around Ji Qingzhuo, breathed hot air in her ear, and said in a low voice, "Zuozhuo, change it next time."

Ji Qingzhuo was stunned, isn't it, can this be changed?

She covered her face, and only hoped that she would stop talking in the future, mainly... mainly the glowing red airflow, which made her feel very cute. This kind of harmless image easily made her close her eyes. That barrier melted away.

Ji Qingzhuo doesn't like to laugh, just because the corners of her mouth are very tired, and she hardly jokes, because no one listens to her jokes, but she is indeed a living person, not real wood.

After the practice was over, her face was dripping with sweat. Shen Rongyu looked at her slightly wet forehead, and it seemed that another image flashed in her mind, the sea of ​​red blood, the entangled blue-red airflow—he could never remember it. What happened in the cultivation space.

Shen Rongyu rightfully felt that Ji Qingzhuo should not remember, after all, her cultivation was not enough to support her consciousness to keep clear in the cultivation space.

A few days later, the lantern festival was approaching, and the rest of the work had been prepared. Ji Qingzhuo confirmed it several times and confirmed that there was no problem with the process. Since the candle moths need a lantern without fire, Ji Qingzhuo and Shen Rongyu went to catch the firefly wings outside the Xuedu Palace.

When the female officials and guards in the palace wanted to leave the palace, they needed to get the token of the palace. After taking the token, they took a carriage to the outside of the city.

Since the glow of the firefly wings can only be seen at night, the time to arrive at the beach outside the city is almost dusk, and the golden-red twilight casts a bright color on the snowy earth.

The withered grass beside the river beach is frozen with frost and snow, as if it is white, and it makes a rustling sound when you step on it.

Ji Qingzhuo was wearing a light blue cloak, holding a large mesh bag in his hand. Shen Rongyu caught the firefly wings in front, and she followed behind him. He held a handful of bright firefly wings in his hand and went to She put the mesh bag in her hand.

These fireflies glow for the purpose of courtship. Putting both males and females in the same bag is almost an arranged marriage. After a few days of light, they will multiply and die.

When a mesh bag was full, Ji Qingzhuo went to the carriage to get a new one. There were other guards beside the carriage, so she did not dare to speak to Shen Rongyu.

At this time, it was about to fall into the night, and the river beside the beach was frozen, and there were occasional rut marks on it, indicating that someone would come and go on the river, the night was getting darker, and the only thing that could illuminate the river was the lantern held by the guard. Firefly wings on it.

In the dark twilight, the outline of a carriage seemed to appear, and then came the rhythmic sound of the carriage.

There is a delicate family crest hanging on the horse pulling the carriage. If you look closely, it is a deformation of the character "Meng", and these horses are not mortal horses. When no one is there, they can pull Fly to the sky in a carriage.

There is a warm formation in the carriage, and there are magic blessings that extend the space. It is warm and spacious. The person sitting in the center is the person Ji Qingzhuo knows - Meng Yaolan. She sits on the left and right of two monks. Not bad.

She is not afraid of the cold, so she still wears her neat short clothes in winter, with a white gauze cloak hanging down behind her, her head full of blue silk still tied into a ponytail, and the red rope that binds the blue silk hanging down, with the Meng family crest hanging at the end.

"From the ordinary market outside the Xuanyun Sect to the Xuedu in Liang Country, are there all dead people?" Meng Yaolan took a sip of the hot tea and looked at a middle-aged man beside him. The person's face is serious, the breath is unfathomable, and the cultivation base is at least above the out-of-body stage, "Uncle, this situation is a bit strange."

"Those who died were all killed by demons, and their corpses looked miserable." Meng Lian said in a deep voice, "The last person to die was a villager from an ordinary village in Yunliang Realm. Next to their village, there used to be famous people. The demons who are 'Yuan' haunt, but the ya is gone, and there is no trace of death."

Ordinary monks kill demons, leaving behind corpses whose negative energy is combined with the ghost qi of the earth veins. It is not until a long time later that the ghost qi of the earth veins combined with the negative energy will sink back into the earth.

Ji Qingzhuo tried his best to transform the demon, and the negative energy was stripped out and dissipated with the wind.

"Evil demons will also devour each other. They are not only greedy for humans, but also show no mercy to their own clan." Meng Lian sighed softly, "So I guess it sneaked into the snow capital to continue hunting, look. According to the instructions of the search for the devil, there is also a devil in Xuedu."

"Let's go and have a look." Meng Yaolan said softly, "I'm going down the mountain this time to kill demons and eliminate demons."

The carriage they were riding in drove across the frozen river. At this time, Shen Rongyu, who held up his firefly wings, stood up and glanced at the carriage driving by—he sensed Meng Lian’s powerful aura on the carriage, and his cultivation was It was even above the Tribulation Period.

Coincidentally, Meng Yaolan looked out of the carriage and saw Ji Qingzhuo and Shen Rongyu who were catching firefly wings on the river beach.

Startled, she stopped the driver.

Ji Qingzhuo heard the sound of the carriage driving and stopped, and when he looked back, he saw Meng Yaolan walking down from the carriage with her skirt in hand.

The wind and snow were whistling at night, but her clothes were still light and thin, and she was not afraid of the cold. Instead, Ji Qingzhuo wrapped herself tightly, and from a distance, she looked like a light blue ball of hair.

"Ji—" As Meng Yaolan was about to speak, Shen Rongyu threw away the firefly wings he was holding, and the bright firefly rays flowed down from his fingertips like a spring.

"Who are you?" He stepped forward, only stopped Meng Yaolan, and cast a small soundproof formation between them, so that the guards standing by the palace carriage could not hear them.

"What are you doing?" Meng Yaolan was a little surprised when she saw Ji Qingzhuo.

Seeing that Shen Rongyu used the soundproofing spell, Ji Qingzhuo raised the mesh bag in his hand and said honestly, "The palace is going to hold a lantern festival, and we are catching firefly wings to make lanterns."

"You... in the palace?" Meng Yaolan was even more puzzled.

"There are demons in the palace. In order not to frighten the snake, we have to transform her, so we can only pretend to sneak in." Ji Qingzhuo explained.

"This... the demons in the palace are only Yuan Ying's cultivation base, if Shen" When Meng Yaolan was talking about Shen Rongyu, she didn't call him Senior Brother Shen like other disciples in Xuanyun Sect, her tone was abrupt, only cold Sheng said, "If it is Shen Rongyu, although it is only the peak of Jindan's cultivation level, it is enough to kill the demons in the palace, right?"

Shen Rongyu hid the Nascent Soul cultivation that he broke through not long ago, and now everyone thinks that he is still in Jindan, so as not to increase his strength too fast and cause others to doubt.

Meng Yaolan in front of him was nothing to be afraid of, but there seemed to be a big man in the carriage, Shen Rongyu secretly analyzed the situation.

"This is my trial, senior brother won't interfere with me." Ji Qingzhuo was very clear about this matter.

Meng Yaolan seemed to remember something. After coming to Liang Kingdom, she also set her goal as the demon in the Xuedu Palace.

Killing a demon at the Nascent Soul Stage was the best result that the disciples of Xuan Yunzong could get.

But didn't expect that Ji Qingzhuo arrived here first, but that didn't stop him.

"Since Miss Ji wants to kill that demon, we have to compete fairly." Meng Yaolan smiled at Ji Qingzhuo.

Ji Qingzhuo shook his head: "Not to kill."

Meng Yaolan laughed softly: "Miss Ji, useless kindness is not worth it."

Her eyes turned to Shen Rongyu: "Shen Rongyu, you play with her like this, do you still remember Elder Ye's entrustment to you?"

Ye Duanhong's entrustment was naturally to let Shen Rongyu find the whereabouts of the evil aura that killed Jiang Qianke.

Meng Yaolan used to be a direct disciple of Jiang Qianke, and it is understandable to ask Shen Rongyu a lot.

A false smile hung on Shen Rongyu's lips: "Nature is looking for it."

The evil breath is himself, is there any need for him to look for it?

After Meng Yaolan confirmed their purpose here, she didn't bother or reveal their identities. She just said, "If you have time, I'll meet you in the snow capital." Then he left, Meng Lian in the carriage, Never came down.

I wanted to come to the Meng family to worry about the safety of this eldest young lady, so sent a respected elder in the clan to follow her to take care of her to prevent her from having an accident during the trial.

After Meng Yaolan left, nothing seemed to happen, Shen Rongyu only put some of the remaining firefly wings into a mesh bag for Ji Qingzhuo.

They returned to the palace in silence, and did not speak until they came to Youzhu Garden.

"There are still people in her carriage." Shen Rongyu said in a deep voice while in the courtyard, wiping the Snow Burying Sword in his hand.

"Ah." Ji Qingzhuo realized later that she didn't have such keen insight as Shen Rongyu, so she didn't think Meng Yaolan's appearance was any strange.

If everyone has a magic wheel, then it is not a coincidence that they all come here and aim at the candle moth in the palace.

But what she didn't know was that Meng Yaolan followed the humans who were killed by the shadows all the way.

Shen Rongyu has not guessed Meng Yaolan's purpose for the time being, but their arrival can trigger a good thing.

That is to say, with the big man in the tribulation period, the shadow should not dare to stay in the snow capital. Now humans can still be deceived and confused, but a demon like the shadow is more difficult to control.