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Chapter 13 to make

Wudu handles affairs very neatly, and the letter from the young master Zhou Huan quickly reached the monks of Nanming Pavilion. At first, they wanted to challenge Songhua City, but later found that it was a piece of iron—30 years ago, Mozun dared to be Chou Changyin was torn alive in front of all the cultivators of the immortal sect. Is a mere Zhou Huan harder than the owner of the Xuntian Pavilion?

Seven days later, the Nanming Pavilion flying boat landed outside Songhua City. Twenty carts of food and various fruits and vegetables were transported into the city gate in an endless stream. Six monks supported the haggard Zhou Huan and slowly walked towards the flying boat under the escort of the demon cultivator.

Wu Du wore a narrow-sleeved black robe with two sabers, silver rings on his hair, a tall and powerful figure, and his aura did not give way to the monks of Xianmen. He met the leader who came to escort the chariot, and the two sides did not need to exchange greetings, so they went straight to the point: "In addition to these grains, there is one more thing agreed in the letter, did your envoy bring it?"

Wu Xi, the elder of Nanming Pavilion, waved back, and a monk stepped forward quickly, holding a round red lacquer box in both hands. Wu Xi took it with one hand, but did not immediately hand it over to Wudu, on the contrary, he seemed hesitant Usually, the eyes look over the majestic city wall and fall on the lonely glazed pagoda in the distance.

He can be regarded as a person with real power in Nanming Pavilion. He has not dealt with the demons in recent years, and he is a little unbelieving. He is always unwilling to bow his head in his heart, and wants to try to fight these demons.

Wu Du glanced at his other hand that was always hidden in his sleeve, and there was a bit of contempt on his face, and he said casually as if he was gossiping: "I advise you to not act rashly."

Wu Xi didn't listen to these words at first, but in the next moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting with a sword on the city wall from the corner of his eye. The unparalleled sword intent pierced his pupil like a needle!

This glance was swift and invincible, and Wu Xi had no time to react, let alone resist, and staggered back a big step.

Wu Du took pleasure in other people's misfortune, silently hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with hypocritical concern: "What's wrong with your envoy? Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wu Xi knew that this was most likely the demon king's blow to him, so he immediately put away his hesitation, and handed the red lacquer box to Wudu. Please have a look, friends."

Wu Du pushed open the lid of the box with his thumb, glanced inside, took it over and put it away.With his right hand, he took out a small brocade box from his sleeve, and handed it over with one hand: "Your envoy came from a long way with a generous gift, and our lord has prepared a small gift as well. I hope your envoy will not dislike it."

"Ah?" Wu Xi never expected that there would be back and forth, he was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to answer for a while: "This..."

Wu Du obviously didn't have much respect for this gift in return, so he threw it into his arms, and seeing Wu Xi subconsciously caught it, he said with a sour tooth: "My master wishes you the envoy to send the gift happily, and it's safe and sound. Go home, the mountain is high and the road is far away, so cherish it.”

Wu Xi: "..."

You demons can really speak, this is really auspicious.

Wu Du suddenly took a step forward, slightly lowered his head and approached Wu Xi's ear, and whispered softly at a volume that only two people could hear: "Songhua City has never seen Miss Song before, so the young master's trip can be said to be a disaster without reason. What misunderstanding, your envoy might as well think about it on the way back."

Being able to be the elder of Nanming Pavilion at this age, Wu Xi is naturally not someone who is easy to deal with. Hearing this, countless thoughts roiled in his heart instantly, and his expression became more and more restrained. He cupped his hands, and his tone became somewhat cautious, and he said, "Thank you for your advice, Fellow Daoist."

Wu Du nodded slightly: "You don't have to thank me, please envoy."

On the city wall, the black-clothed demon walked out from the shadow of the wall, and asked suspiciously, "'When did I say such a thing, 'Happy to give you a gift, and go home safely'?"

Shen Quehan on the top of the wall retracted his long legs and refused to get down properly. He insisted on jumping down on his shoulders, and said carelessly: "I said, what's the problem? Either you go to sue and let the demon king take me Take it away."

Nan Fengxu gave him a hand: "Don't dare, the whole Songhua City points to Mr. Shen for food, not to mention the mere devil, even if Mr. Shen wants to replace him, we will have no problem."

"Yo, your mouth is quite sweet, and your thoughts are beautiful." Shen Quehan stretched out his hand without hesitation, squeezed his chin and shook it, and laughed sharply, "Come on, you just want to eat and eat I want to eat soft rice."

south wind:"……"

The two went down the tower side by side and walked towards the city. Their whispers were swept by the cold wind passing through the city, intertwined with the brilliant snow mist under the sun, and flew towards the vast mountains and snow fields outside the city.

"So can I eat it?"

"What to eat?"

"Brother's soft rice."

"Fuck off."

"Are you really not going to eat?"

"No."

"Brother-"

"Eat well, shut up, please, or I'll call you senior brother in the future..."

At night, go to the empty palace.

Shen Quehan, as the only cook in Songhua City, enjoyed the highest courtesy of the demons—sitting on the bed of the demon, playing with the Qingluan mirror, and drove the real demon to the small couch next to him to meditate.

The south wind adjusted his breath and let out a long breath. Seeing Shen Quehan fiddling with the broken mirror over and over again, there was an inconspicuous gloomy look between his brows. Gao's little temper: "Brother."

Shen Quehan was brought back to his senses by his call: "Well, what's wrong?"

"You've been looking at it all night." Nan Feng asked, "What's so special about this mirror that senior brother should name it?"

Shen Quehan didn't notice his sourness at all, and explained to him very seriously: "The Qingluan Mirror is as famous as the Wenxin Pagoda and the Taixu Bell, and they are all the magic weapons for soul-stirring that are among the most popular among immortals." He turned the mirror around , and motioned him to look: "As long as you point the mirror at a person and recite the formula to activate the magic weapon, you can lift his soul out of the body and put it into the mirror."

Nan Feng moved to his side, and a big man pressed down from behind like a boneless man, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and asked lazily, "Whose soul does senior brother want to capture?"

When he was alone with Shen Quehan, he never wore a mask, his jade-like skin rubbed against his temples, and his body temperature was also slightly cool, like a person carved from jade.Shen Quehan turned the mirror over and pressed the cold mirror body to the back of his hand: "I told you that when I woke up, I was in a cave on the outskirts of Chifeng City, which is thousands of miles away from Songhua City. It is impossible for me to walk over by myself, someone must have intervened in it. Who is this person, I really want to know."

"The things a person can remember with their brains are often limited, but the soul will not lie, it will truthfully record everything it sees. If you can use the Qingluan Mirror to bring up the soul, stand in the position of a bystander and re-watch what happened that day. Things, maybe there will be new discoveries.”

"Fate and soul are bound together, and both are damaged. How can the soul be drawn out to play casually?" Nan Feng stared at him incredulously, "Will it be dangerous for you to do this?"

"What danger could it be?" Shen Quehan smiled, and pinched his fingers nonchalantly, "Demention is just a means, you have to put it back after reading it, it's not like—"

Nan Feng covered his mouth: "Don't say that word!"

Shen Quehan smiled and fell on him.Under the candlelight, Nanfeng's ears were reddish, and his arms subconsciously wrapped around his waist, but his fingers hovered in mid-air hesitantly, and he hesitated to touch them.

But before he hesitated to figure out why, Shen Quehan had already sat upright by himself—after all, not everyone is as clingy as Mozun—and urged him solemnly: "If you are worried, you can sit next to me." Dharma protector, anyway, you are clingy, and you finally have a chance to do something serious."

"..." Nan Feng said expressionlessly, "I don't—"

Shen Quehan raised his eyebrows and turned back, with a smile in his eyes, waiting for his next words.

"—I don't worry about you taking the risk alone." Xuxuan's fingers finally pressed down on the pot, and Nanfeng put his arms around his thin waist, and said confidently, "For safety's sake, it's better for me to stay with senior brother. For the sake of filial piety, senior brother will definitely not reject me as troublesome, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Shen Quehan squeezed a finger, lifted his arm from his waist and threw it away, and said coolly, "I don't know who made Songhua City so dangerous, if you don't Just look at it yourself, any mosquito that comes along can steal me away from your nose, right?"

The author has something to say:

Brother: Thank you, I have been filial

Trying to go through some plots, but I didn't know what was going on, so I posted it, which is really a headache (.