Exiled Huajiao

Chapter 20

Inside the moon gate, Yuanjun sat alone in the courtyard, his thoughts flew away; outside the moon gate, Hong Zhao leaned against the low wall with his face as cold as frost.

She couldn't believe what she heard, the demon hunter actually said that he wanted to protect the evil demon, what a joke!
Her senior brother Jun, the future heir of the Demon Hunting Sect Master's Mansion in Baiyu City, is actually a fool.

If the suzerain's mansion is handed over to such a person, master's life's hard work will be ruined.

She does not allow anyone to tarnish Master's reputation, and she does not want Yuan Jun, whom she regards as her own brother, to betray the demon hunter.

That flower demon is called Bai Xi, right?
Kill the culprit, and everything will be back on track.

Spring is waning, some people miss her, some people want to kill her!
Inside the wall, Yuan Jun inserted the candy mouse figurine into the empty jug, tapped his finger lightly, and the candy mouse figurine turned around twice, a smile overflowed on his face, and a sweet taste swayed in his mouth.

He took out the embroidered silk sash from his bosom, spread it out on the stone table, and returned it to her the next time we meet.

Where are you now?

Outside the wall, Hong Zhao smashed the broken tiles with one foot, glared angrily at senior brother Yuan Jun who disappointed her, and said through gritted teeth, "Flower demon Bai Xi, no matter where you are, I will kill you, and I won't let you defile you." I have the reputation of the Demon Hunting Sect Master's Mansion of Baiyu City!
In front of Broken Soul Cliff, a group of wild geese flew towards the rainy and misty sky, Liu Sanlang's eyes lit up: the tired birds returned to their nests, looking forward to their return!
Late spring, play the final cold spring.

At dusk, the golden sun hangs over the treetops.

In the tavern, Jinxi opened the traveler's dream.

On the second floor of Chunfeng Building, facing the window, Fat San with blushing cheeks and Datou exchanged cups and chatted freely.

Fat San's thick arms rested on his big head and shoulders, and he smiled like a fox getting into a chicken coop.

"Brother Big Head, brother, I treat you as my own brother. Although I don't like to see that bastard Hu Zhao, I have absolutely no opinion on you. Come on, brother toast you."

Da Tou, whose tongue had already grown a bit, hurriedly clinked glasses with Fat San, saying that he also regarded Fat San as his big brother, and no matter what happened to Fat San, just give orders, and he would go through fire and water, and would not hesitate to do so.

Qingyang City's nine-party suzerain had his leg broken by the brocade-clothed sage Cang Feng, and now the title of suzerain is in name only.

The deputy suzerain, Hu Zhao, and the godson of Jiufang suzerain, Fat San, fought openly and secretly for the position of suzerain, poaching each other's corners.
Fat San patted his big head on the back when he heard the words: "Brother is loyal enough, brother, I am also a person who values ​​love and righteousness, and I will never treat you badly. In the future, if my brother eats dry food, I will never let you drink too much. "

Pulling up the big banner as a tiger skin, Fat San finally turned to the topic after talking about how long the old lady's foot wrap was.

He squinted and rolled his eyes, his face was full of smiles, and his voice was a little lower.

"Brother Big Head, I heard that Hu Zhao has a cousin who is well-off in the capital?"

The big head with a wine trough and nose as red as if it was on fire nodded: "That's right. Hu Zhao's son-in-law got shit luck, the son of his uncle's sister's sister's family, a relative of three thousand miles away, came to Beijing and became a guard in brocade clothes , worked under Cangfeng and Yingzhao. Not long ago, he helped Hu Zhao build a bridge with the two lords. Now, Hu Zhao is secretly working for the two lords, arresting the flower demon Bai Xi, the owner of Yunxia Valley. It is estimated that his kid will become a Jinyi guard in a short time. Therefore, his tail is almost up to the sky recently."

"Bah. Hu Zhao's unlucky guy who can fart on his heels, how can he have such good luck. And Bai Xi, the owner of Yunxia Valley, is not a character to be messed with. If not done well, he will only move Throw a stone on your own foot."

Fat Sanyan said that although he had never fought against Bai Xi, he had fought with Liu Sanlang, the protector of Yunxia Valley several times, and the other party was a tough one to mess with.As the owner of the valley, Bai Xi naturally went above and beyond.

From his point of view, Hu Zhao, who has a temper bigger than his abilities and knows nothing about the heights of heaven and earth, will fall into the hands of those monsters in Yunxia Valley sooner or later.

He was just waiting to see the good show, to see how Hu Zhao would kill himself.

At the next table, a woman was wearing a bamboo hat, looking out the window.

On a flagpole by the side of the road, a carefree bird is combing its feathers, completely unaware of the danger approaching quietly.

The civet cat with beautiful patterns climbed up the flagpole tiptoely, and approached the unaware little sparrow step by step.

Suddenly, a big orange cat bumped its head against the flagpole, startling the little sparrow away.

The raccoon cat, which had lost its prey, jumped off the flagpole, staring at the pig teammate indifferently.

The round orange cat that looked like a ball moved closer to the cihua cat and rubbed its head against the cihuamao's head. Bai Xi seemed to hear the cihuamao let out a helpless sigh.

Looking at the backs of the raccoon cat and the orange cat going away, Bai Xi withdrew her gaze, turned her head, slightly raised the brim of her hat, and stared at Fat San and Big Tou who were chatting enthusiastically like frost.

Suddenly feeling a chill down his back, he turned his head and looked around, but didn't find anyone unusual.

It's just that the girl sitting with her back at the next table is in good shape, with long hair reaching her waist, and a faint fragrance of flowers wafting from her body.

Fat San saw Datou staring at the back of the woman at the next table obsessively, smiled knowingly, and asked Datou to go to "Yihonglou" to relax for a while.

Datou shook his big head with a look of embarrassment, raised his glass to toast, and said that he could feel that Fat San really regarded him as a brother, so he didn't hide it, and told Fat San the big news.

Big head is Hu Zhao's most capable subordinate, Hu Zhao never hides anything from him, hearing that he has more news, Fat San's small eyes light up like two lights.

"Good brother, tell your brother quickly, what's the big news?"

Drunken, the big head pretended to be mysterious, turned on the nonsense mode that tantalized people's appetite, and asked the big head, did he know that there was a right guardian beside the empress?

The empress of the Wu Dynasty canonized twelve saints in brocade clothes, who were the empress' personal guards and only obeyed the empress' orders.

At the end of each month, twelve brocade-clothed saints will go to the city in the jurisdiction on time to collect demon materials from the demon hunting lord's mansion in that city.

He is the most loyal lackey of the empress's favored ministers.

On top of the brocade-clothed saint, there are two protectors on the left and right.

The Zuo protector in red is the empress's secret guard, and his whereabouts are secretive. He is the most favored and trusted person of the empress. No one has ever seen his true face on Mount Lu.

The Right Protector, who likes to wear white clothes, is a sorcerer, and it is through his hands that the demon materials that the demon hunters pay tribute are made into medicine and alchemy.

Fat San was a little disappointed when he heard what the big head said, saying that these were not secrets, he knew it all.

The big head with a mysterious smile told Fat San to calm down for a while, and then lowered his voice by three minutes.

"Brother Fat, do you know who the right guardian in white is?"

The 12 saints in brocade clothes often show up, so Fat San knows a few of them.

Especially Cangfeng and Yingzhao, who govern the nearby cities of Qingyang City and Baiyu City, he has often flattered and favored them.

As for the surreptitious Jinyi left protector, and the Jinyi right protector who stayed in the inner courtyard of the palace all year round, almost all of them lived in rumors, Fat San knew very little about it.

Fat San shook his head, saying that he only knew that Protector You was a sorcerer, a man who developed and refined the Elixir of Immortality for His Majesty the Empress, and was highly regarded.As for the others, I don't know.

"Actually, Guardian Right is the rumored prophet Bai Ze."

Fat San, who was extremely surprised, digested this information in his stomach for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence.

"The right protector is a demon?"

(End of this chapter)