Lou Jiang turned his head.

He was worried that he would watch it any longer, and he couldn't help drawing his sword to kill the people.

That would cause a war between Shanhaige and Taiyizong.

"It seems that Taiyizong is not as upright as the rumors say. Poor Master Liu not only has to worry about his daughter, but also has more ancestors out of thin air." The swordsman sneered.

Lou Jiang took it seriously.

After Tai Yijian's revenge Bodeng was revealed, he has been feigning death, and he was hung on his waist. At this moment, after listening to Lou Jiang's scolding of Sang and scolding Huai and gossiping about Taiyi, the sword body trembled slightly, as if he was so angry that he didn't know whether he wanted to teach them a lesson or take revenge - the latter seems to be more likely.

Qiu Bodeng quickly grasped the sword, and continued to pick up what he could eat in a calm manner.

"It's too lazy to work, it's humiliating to Sven!"

The Taoist priest shook his head again and again, turning to surrender to Master Liu.

"What is the current situation of Ling Qianjin? Please invite me to see you later."

………………

clean room.

"Shadows...there are shadows in the ground..."

Miss Liu was just sixteen years old. She was wearing a pure white robe with wide sleeves. Her hair was disheveled and her body was thin. She shivered and curled up on a high table, tossing and turning to herself, her eyes fixed on the ground, as if afraid that something might come out of the ground.

As soon as someone came in, she screamed and stepped back hastily, her fingers digging into the wood, her eyes widening sharply.

"Aren, Aren, it's my father! It's my father." Master Liu looked at the three people in the room pitifully, "Xianchang, Aren has been like this for half a month, and no one can recognize it, please think about it. Do it!"

The Taoist priest frowned, and his eyes fell on the white robe that Miss Liu was wearing: "Is Miss Liu Zhunv?"

"Yes." Master Liu replied.

In the city of Zu, the tree is dedicated to the god, and there is a special city Zhusi responsible for presiding over the sacrifice and worship of the tree. The woman who was chosen to follow Cheng Zhu to take care of Gu Ju in the future was called "Zhu Nu". When Miss Liu's family was born, the silver leaves fell on her forehead, and she was considered to be a goddess.

"Have you ever been out of the city and met a wild ghost in the suburbs?"

"Master, aren't you joking?" Master Liu smiled wryly, "I wish the girl can never leave the city for a lifetime, and Aren has a clean heart and will never do such a thing."

"It's strange and strange." The Taoist priest frowned, "It's a woman who wishes, but she's never left the city. There are ancient temples in the city to bless you. You shouldn't be caught in the evil?

He crushed Baiji, mixed it with cinnabar and dipped it with a vermilion pen. He walked around the table and drew a circle on the ground. Miss Liu family squatted on the table, stared straight at it, and said nothing. When the last stroke fell, the Taoist priest walked around the table, reciting the Golden Law of the Qing Dynasty with urgency and precision, and finally brushed the dust with his finger, scolding:

"open!"

The formation pattern was only drawn at random by the red pen, but it penetrated deeply into the ground. With the clear call of the Taoist priest, the sharp and dazzling light radiated out, like thousands of thin swords breaking out of the ground, which could penetrate and nail all evil spirits. The clean room was bright and snowy, and a white shadow smashed through the barrier of light like a ghost.

The Taoist priest swept away the dust, and reflexively wanted to go to the white shadow point.

"Aren! The Taoist priest is merciful!"

Master Liu is not possessed.

With a bang, the swordsman pushed the whisk away in time.

Lou Jiang stepped forward and imprinted a bronze mirror on Aren's forehead. She rolled her eyes and fainted. In a coma, he trembled all over.

The faces of the three were not very good-looking.

It's better to come directly to a vicious ghost and demon, and fight a bloody battle between the left and right, and the three of them are not a problem. The current situation of Miss Liu's family, but it can't be forced, it will make people feel helpless.

"Earth Qi Array can see Yin Qi," the Taoist priest was puzzled. "If the young lady has Yin Qi in her body, Earth Qi Array will stop her."

Lou Jiang put away the bronze mirror: "My 'Qingdi' mirror can distinguish the form and spirit, and the young lady's soul matches her body and has not been replaced by a monster."

Not a ghost, not a demon, what is that?

Looking at the girl who was still trembling in a coma, all three felt troubled.

"What was she doing before she got hit with evil?" the swordsman asked.

"Pray to God."

The swordsman said casually: "I'm afraid it's not because of the evil in the wood?"

"Knights be careful!" Master Liu's expression changed, and he didn't even care about the awe of the monks, "Shenzhu protects the 100,000 people in our city day and night! Never slander it lightly!"

The swordsman said it casually, but he was refuted on the spot by Master Liu, who has always been respectful, and he couldn't hold his face: "If you are so effective, why can't you even protect the people who take care of yourself? It's not you city gods, you've all fallen into evil!"

"You you you!" Master Liu pointed at the swordsman, trembling with anger.

"Otherwise? Plants and trees are gods, and they are the weakest." The swordsman sneered.

"Zaomu has been protecting Miss Liu, otherwise she would have died long ago."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, everyone was arrogant, only to hear someone making a cold noise outside.

Then, the white gauze window was pushed open.

It's Qiu thin lamp.

He didn't know when he finished eating and strolled to the backyard. Standing by the window at this time, he stretched out his hand to brush on the wooden lattice, and picked up a few thin pieces for everyone to see.

It is a leaf.

The tree leaves in the city do not know how many years they have lived. The main trunk covers an area of ​​10 miles. The canopy spreads like a cloud, like a mist, and the cornices of high or low corners are caged in the whirling shadow. The leaves are as big as jade coins and as thin as silver foil. When the wind blows, the branches are full of branches and branches, and then deep and shallow snow-colored waves are turned up. When the leaves fall, they are like large and small silver fireflies passing through the streets and alleys.

The few leaves that Qiu Bodeng picked up did not have the slightest luster, they were dull and withered, as if they had exhausted their life.