not a monster

Chapter 145 Six Shadow Soul Slaves
It is said to be Wang Xilou's hometown, but if Wang Xilou came to recognize it, it is almost impossible to recognize the traces of the past.

In the past, this place may have been a piece of yellow land. Thinking about the summer that would make you sweat, there would probably be a clock tower over there, with morning bells and evening drums, and people on the street, generally sallow and emaciated.

Wang Xilou was actually very graceful when she was alive. She was a beautiful girl from all over the world. At that time, she was a female celebrity, and her younger brothers were playing around with her. She used a needle and thread to mend clothes, and cut up unnecessary fabrics for shoe soles. Taking it out to sell to subsidize the family, she would think about finding a good husband in the future, thinking about marrying her husband and raising her children in a year or two, but they had a famine that year, and she married happily and lay in the coffin.

Later, it wandered around for another 300 years, like the ghosts on this land, they didn't even know what they were.

Until someone picks it up, or rather, picks up someone.

The water that bows its head is a thousand-year-old water, and the tree that looks up is a century-old tree, but Wang Xilou will feel strange no matter how you look at it.

Seeing that the little apprentice had gone out, she quickly followed.

"Let me carry it, this bag is so heavy." She tugged at the unreasonable bag.

Feng Wuli looked back at her.

Wang Xilou looked back innocently, and was pulled to his side by the hand.

"You're not my maid, don't you think you're really too kind to me?"

"You still have to be said good to you." She was dissatisfied.

"That's spoiling already."

"Whatever you say, I'll recite it, and I'll tire you later." She persisted.

There was a couple next to him. The boy turned his head frequently and looked at the girl who was pulling the boy's backpack. He couldn't see the face, but only saw the curvaceous figure of the little zombie.

And what kind of speech is this, it must be a science fiction film!
No, that girl must be ugly!

Then he saw the girl's face.

"..."

Strange, how do you see Liu Yifei?If you're not sure, look again, it's a bit like Liu Shishi, and a little bit of Satomi Ishihara.

She must have been bewitched, this girl is so pitiful.

"I'll carry your backpack if you carry it."

"Well, forget it... Actually, you can also carry me for a while."

Wang Xilou's kindness to herself is actually a bit deformed, because she has really lost it, so she always looks at herself with considerations of gain and loss, holding it for fear of falling, holding it for fear of melting, and thinking about how to protect it.

Precious things are more precious than those lost.

In fact, it is not necessary, but no matter what he says, she will still be like this, Feng Wuli just ignores her.

After taking a taxi, I went to the hotel to put down my bags first, and check out the accommodation environment.

There are two beds in the room, and the bedding looks fluffier than at home.

"After coming here, did you feel your shadow?"

Feng Wuli opened the curtain, and here you can see the street scene outside.

A few broken clouds floated, dyed golden red and golden red, and the tall office building with glass walls just reflected a dark golden light, which hit the upper part of the window here, dividing the room and the wind in front of the French windows into two unreasonably. , only the upper body is exposed to the dark golden sunset.

In the early autumn of Jinling, it should be the tower lost in the fog, and the ferry crossing in the moon mist. There is no tower or ferry here, but the scenery is not bad.

The little zombie took off his shoes, walked to the French window, and stood with the little apprentice.

She put her hands at the corners of her eyebrows as the brim of her hat, and stuck it in front of the glass as if looking out, looking down at the busy people who were as small as ants.

Can't help but sigh:

"It's really powerful. It's only been a few hundred years. No matter how powerful the practitioners are, they can't create such a prosperous world. It seems that there is no point in practicing."

"It cannot be said that practice and technology both make life better. If you feel it, it is meaningful."

"That's right, Master sold him a tooth for tens of thousands, and he lived happily ever after."

"Not to make you feel that way..."

He glanced at her: "Did you feel your shadow? If so, let's catch it."

Wang Xilou rolled his hands into a telescope and scanned around below:
"Report to the apprentice, no discovery."

"Let's go to the Practitioner's Market later. I've always heard that there are many things to see in the Practitioner's Market in Jinling."

Feng Wuli looked at the practitioners forum, Jinling's monster atmosphere was several times higher than that of Junsha, the little zombie was lying on the bed, Feng Wuli glanced at it, and was playing Xiaoxiao.

Feng Wuli also leaned over to watch her play.

Occasionally swipe the little zombie when she is frowning and thinking.

She was very impatient: "Master has seen it all, it's a lot of hands and feet."

The wind is unreasonable and dare not speak.

Then look at her WeChat, in that Qingdi's WeChat group, Master Qingdi posted a photo.

Qing Moren: Two little guys came to the zoo
Green someone: [image]
In the picture are two deer, looking naive.

The bottom circle responded to Lord Qingdi's topic, and many people said that Lord Qingdi was in the zoo and organized a group to see him.

Feng Wuli watched for a while, Wang Xilou asked him why he was having fun, and he told her how the two fawns got here, and then the master and apprentice had fun together.

They were about to go out after six o'clock, Feng Wuli stood by the door and looked at the little zombie wearing stiletto sandals, suddenly remembered the lingering at noon yesterday, and felt a little hot and itchy in his heart.

"Does it feel like a date?" he asked.

Wang Xilou put on his shoes and smiled: "Every time I took you out before, Master thought it was a date."

Feng Wuli was silent for a while, and said in a daze, "I want to live forever, so I don't have to worry about gain or loss anymore."

"what?"

Wang Xilou froze for a moment, met those eyes, the eyelids trembled, and hummed lightly.

The two go out.

She came over sullenly and took the little apprentice's hand, "The rivers and lakes are dangerous, we two, master and apprentice, will go and return together!"

Feng Wuli smiled and pinched, this master-student game was just for Wang Xilou's own amusement, he never admitted it.

They went to Xinfangyuan Restaurant for dinner, Wang Xilou asked why they came here, Feng Wuli answered her.

"I've been to A Bite of China, and many people from Jinling come here, that's right."

After serving a few Huaiyang dishes, the knives were finely crafted, and Feng Wuli asked her if it was the taste in her memory.

"What are you thinking about? Master didn't eat these before. Those who planed food in the field all ate steamed buns and cold dishes."

"It seems so."

"But it's pretty good. Do you like it? I like it when Master learns how to do it for you."

The correct way to open the Confucius Temple is to come at night. This place, like the people around you, is 500 years ago.

You can also see the cycads and silver flowers on both sides of the Qinhuai River. Many of them come out to play during the National Day. Most of them are young people, and there are also many couples.

Feng Wuli took the little zombie's hand and rubbed it calmly. Wang Xilou always felt that he was rubbing mud for himself.

There is a street not far from the Confucius Temple, which is also an ancient street, but it looks much deserted, and there is a small archway in front of the street.

This place is the same as Master A Li's mountain tunnel. Ordinary people just walk through it when they walk in. To enter the cultivator's market, they need to take a lantern from a place where they buy lanterns in front of the street, light the lantern and pass through the archway.

The lantern seller had a street stall and was wearing a coir raincoat. He looked at Feng Wuli, then at Wang Xilou beside him, and was amazed: "Hey, this zombie is well-raised, brother, do you want to sell it?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xilou asked curiously, "How much did you pay for it?"

"Ah, I'm really sorry, girl. I'll pay you for this mouth."

"Hey? Ask, how much is a zombie like me worth?"

The coir raincoat stall owner gave her a strange look: "This breath, let's start with 800 million."

Hearing this, the little zombie nodded, turned around and whispered next to Feng Wuli: "Did you hear, Master is so valuable."

Feng Wuli didn't know what to reply, so he nodded, "That's awesome."

"??"

Feng Wuli took a lantern and entered the entrance of the archway. The two moved through a mirror, the noise behind them was far away, and a long street that was completely ancient appeared in front of them.

It is also night here, but there are stars in the sky, and the sky is full of stars. The magnificent Milky Way hangs high, and the southeast direction is particularly layered.

"Oh, so beautiful." The little zombie also thought it was very beautiful.

There are hawkers on the whole street here, and there is a stall on the side of the street, selling everything, which has the taste of an antique market, but this is an antique market for practitioners and monsters, which adds a mysterious element to it.

The shops on both sides are also opened by monsters and practitioners, the street is full of lights, and yellow and red lanterns hang on the side of the road.

It's like entering the filming scene of a costume drama.

It was very fresh, so Feng Wuli looked around to see what was on sale, he had to distinguish the real from the fake, he looked for something interesting.

I saw an oil painting on a stall, a woman in a black dress with a yellow background.

He was silent for a long time, and exchanged glances with the stall owner who was dressed as a migrant worker, who smiled with big yellow teeth.

Feng Wuli politely asked, "Is this the real thing?"

"That's sure to be true, hey! See what you're asking."

Feng nodded unreasonably and didn't ask the price anymore.

Too bad, the one in the Louvre is fake.

"Come and see, that man is amazing." The little zombie excitedly pulled him over.

There are also shows in the circled space over there. Unlike those acrobatics, a big man with a beard is performing a puppet show, which is a puppet held by dozens of strings. The puppet is doing various movements and looks amazing. Like life.

The audience just watched it for fun, and it was really exciting.

"If you can learn this craft, Master is not afraid that when the incense and candle shop closes, there will be no place to make money."

The little zombie is still obsessed with the matter of how to make money and raise wind in the future.

Feng Wuli glanced at her, and the little zombie looked at it seriously, he pursed his lips and said, "Give me your talisman, I'm sure I'm better than that puppeteer."

Then he was beaten.

After a while, Wang Xilou pretended to be indifferent and said, "Do you really want it? That talisman."

"Huh? Just talking casually."

"I'll give it to you when I get back. You hide in Youhuangli, be safe."

The wind scratched his head unreasonably, and let out an oh.

There is nothing wrong with Wang Xilou, she keeps a piece of self-restraint in the world, but if that talisman is destroyed, she will also suffer backlash.

This made Wang Xilou disgusted. It has been disgusting for more than 800 years, and he has to hide and protect this talisman.

During the break, the bearded man cupped his hands, begging for a reward, and the puppet, which was full of aura just now, fell off with a snap.

The limbs are twisted, the head is tilted, and it is very penetrating.

This is a way to invite the gods. Just now the big man put his own sun god into the doll, so it is so dexterous and moving.

The places to visit here are much more interesting. Feng Wuli saw a lot of gadgets, and they were all very interesting.

Especially for some spiritually entangled creations, there are also school disputes among practitioners, and there is a smell of gunpowder smoke between various sects secretly competing for land.

The little zombie went to the toilet, Feng Wuli waited in front of several stalls, saw some interesting gadgets, and chatted with the boss.

He bought a fan, and the spirit entangled the creation, and the wind he used to fan it helped sleep.

He tried it, and after just one touch, he became a little bored.

This thing is also related to spiritual power consumption, and the conversion rate is not high, unless it is used by immortals, so it is not very expensive, only 5000 yuan.

What Feng Wuli lacks most is spiritual power.

In the future, he can open a sleep aid shop, and the business will be well kept. He bought it for use when he suffers from insomnia, and he likes this kind of soul-entangled creation very much.

He went to several street stalls, this feeling of treasure hunting, no man can refuse.

He stopped at a stall again. The stall owner was dressed in a black robe, with his head bowed under the shadow of the hood, but his figure should be that of a girl.

"This hairpin..."

"Know the goods, boy, let me tell you that this hairpin has a lot of background, when the Taizu fought in the South and the North..."

The stall owner talked eloquently and eloquently, looking like a chatterbox, but Feng Wuli was stunned.

"Wang Xilou?"

The stall owner looked up instantly, and was stunned when he saw Feng Wuli.

Then she pulled down her hood, revealing a face exactly like Wang Xilou's.

But his temperament is more elegant than that of Wang Xilou now, and closer to that of hundreds of years ago.

She stared at the boy in front of her with wide eyes.

Face full of disbelief.

"you!"

I stepped on my booth with bare feet, stepped on something hard, and jumped. This clumsy feeling is also very Wang Xilou.

Then he jumped up in three steps and two steps, and directly hugged the boy in front of him, hugging very hard.

"You, you're not dead? Aren't you dead?"

"I didn't recognize the wrong person, did you really come back? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

As she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.

Feng Wuli was also stunned.

There were people coming and going on the street, and many people or monsters noticed this side and cast their gazes.

He quickly comforted the person on him.

"Are you a shadow? Which one are you?"

"I miss you so much."

She choked and continued to say, "You don't even know. I dreamed again some time ago. I dreamed that you were telling me in the yard how to take care of those flowers. I wanted to talk to you, but you couldn't even hear me."

She was crying uncontrollably, whining, her shoulders twitched and she couldn't speak clearly, but she kept talking there, and she hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she was afraid that the person in her arms would run away.

"I'm sorry, I promised not to let you see me cry. I'm sorry, Youhuang, Suoguan, and sprites are all on your body, why didn't you come to me earlier."

She talks a lot, and she and Youhuang are two extremes, but her love for herself is not too much.

Feng Wuli smiled and comforted: "Well, I'm back."

When Wang Xilou came back, she saw that the little apprentice was being hugged by someone. She couldn't figure out what was going on, so she walked over and saw a girl in tattered clothes but with her face on her face.

(End of this chapter)