not a monster

Chapter 163

The nights in the mountain village in summer are very noisy, with all kinds of insects chirping and frogs chirping, mice and snakes running, mixed with dogs barking and pigs snoring, and birds chirping at people.

In autumn, all of a sudden there was no sound.

It rained in autumn tonight, it was cool, and it fell on the cement road of the country road. The color of the raindrops fell on the hot concrete road that had been in the sun for a whole day, and the color immediately became lighter. The water spots disappeared in a few seconds, and then a little It fell to the side and disappeared immediately, but the rain gradually became heavier, and finally it was all wet, and it merged into thin streams of water.

The autumn night, which was originally quiet and without a sound, suddenly became noisy. The rain fell on the roof, the leaves, the cement road cut and cracked, far and near, all the sounds were different, mixed but orderly.

Sheng Qing sat on the roof of someone's house, and the rain fell on him and passed through him. After all, he is a ghost.

The locust tree in front of the village seems to have endless leaves, endless, faintly submerging the entire mountain village under dead branches and leaves.

The one above is not a metaphor.

A group of martial arts masters in the partridge room are like ants on a hot pot.

In the past few days, this small mountain village has surprised them countless times.

First, there was an inexplicable existence of a suspected immortal that suddenly appeared last night, then disappeared suddenly, and then jumped repeatedly.

In the middle of the night, the uncle who often came to the small mountain village to sit, drink coke and watch them busy, and beat the king under the locust tree from time to time, turned out to be a fucking fairy.

Then in the middle of the night, a fool suddenly appeared, with a terrifying talent in cultivation, he could sit and forget his breath, practice the basics with a cup of tea, and in an hour he learned enough to establish a sect of immortals and spiritual entanglements.

It is no exaggeration to say that compared with him, he and others are not dead wood. Maybe if that person does not die, he can really produce a sixth human immortal.

And now, what is going on?

The leaves of the locust tree seem to fall endlessly, blowing with the wind, it has the potential to overwhelm the sky, the long river of dead leaves paved by the leaves of the locust tree gushes out on the mountainside where the houses are sparse, explodes, hits the wall and whirls around, sweeping everything by virtue of it The momentum fills every gap.

The waves circled the mountainside and swept across the entire mountain, the turbid waves emptied, and the sun and stars were hidden.

A partridge flew out of the partridge room, flapping its wings into the night.

A man dressed as a car repairman, surrounded by everyone around him, arguing non-stop, asking what happened outside.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, I see."

The partridge flew to the sky and watched the river formed by the leaves of the locust tree pour into the mountain. A bone arm appeared under the leaf of the locust tree, and there were more and more bones, and countless skeletons pulled each other.

This is a long river of bones made up of skeletons.

One by one, the stones also emerged from the 'water', disappearing from time to time, with three large characters melted on them - Wangchuan River.

"Wangchuan River? Have you seen the Wangchuan River?"

"Hey, what about Wangchuanhe? Wangchuanhe appeared?"

"You can see it now when you open the door."

"...how unlucky that is."

The car repairman hissed, and everyone around him dared not speak, including the female sword fairy, Huang Mao, the crew-cut and petite girls who stayed at the beginning, all listened carefully to him.

they're probably sure

This mountain village is very evil.

"A woman appeared in a wooden boat, wearing a white dress and long hair shawl..."

"Isn't this Sadako?"

"Hey, don't interrupt him, the car repairer continued, what happened to that woman?"

The woman with a 'Jiang Nao' face looked up at the partridge above, and the partridge immediately flew down obediently and stood on her jade-like forearm.

The man in the partridge room was stunned.

"How's it going?" The person next to him asked urgently.

The car repairman blinked, and said: "The eye was pulled out after being inserted, and the vision was lost."

Huang Mao snorted: "It's really useless."

The car repairman stiffened his neck and said, "You do what you want."

The monk at the side looked at the partridges in the houses behind: "Isn't there still?"

The Taoist flicked his Taoist robe: "It's not good, my little brother gave us a place to stay, and he also harmed other partridges."

The monk interrupted: "Tomorrow tell the benefactor to buy it with him."

The Taoist was taken aback, and said, "The bald donkey is rich."

"..."

'Jiang Nao' wasn't too dirty either, so she let the partridge brush her hair and looked up at the target of her trip.

Her voice is a bit different from Jiang Nao's, it is like a silver bell: "If you die, don't stay in the world, follow me to the True Spirit River, and I will let you stand on the Naihe Bridge."

Shengqing shook his head, he felt a little displeased that the mountain village was cloudy and rainy, and the moon and stars could not be seen.

Forget it, there will be no rain tonight.

A ray of moonlight broke through the clouds and fell on the mountain village. The roofs and treetops were all covered with a layer of silver light, and other low-lying places were already crowded with bones.

"For thousands of years, the immortals like me who have failed to cross the tribulation have gone back with you, girl?"

'Jiang Nao' nodded, the river composed of skeletons must have no water stability, bumps and bumps, she is like a sailor conquering the sea on a rainy night.

Next to it was a skeleton pulling the boat, with its hands already on the boat, half of its body leaned up, 'Jiang Nao' lifted the corner of the skirt, stretched out his foot to step on it, and stepped on it with both feet.

"Go back, girl, I don't want to go with you."

"It's not your decision. I'm here to take you back tonight."

"Girl, do you want to do it with me?"

Partridges kept flying out from the small house in the distance, and after staying in the air for less than ten seconds, they landed on the boat, and as soon as they landed, another partridge flew out.

More and more partridges were standing on the boat, and the women on the boat did not hurt them. A group of partridges behind them tilted their heads and stared at peas.

There is no end to life, and no end to death.

'Jiang Nao' didn't talk nonsense with him.

In the long river of skeletons, three skeletons drilled out. The bones suddenly connected tendons, grew flesh, covered skin, and grew hair. Whites appeared in the empty eye sockets, and pupils appeared in the center of the whites.

Immediately, three muscular naked men stood in front of 'Jiang Nao'.

She looked at the three men's buttocks and was silent for a while.

In the next second, the three of them were wearing armor and equipped with weapons. They were extraordinary in the moonlight, while Shengqing on the opposite side looked thin.

He did the trigrams for himself.

Nothing happened today, the hexagram is very fierce.

Nothing happened today, the hexagram is very fierce.

Nothing happened today, the hexagram is very fierce.

"Sir, let me help you."

There seemed to be someone talking behind him, but there was nothing.

The hexagram reappears, good luck, he is fine today.

The car repairman in the partridge house was already incoherent, and told the outside situation to 27 people around him. The two suspected immortals fought, and the people present got goosebumps just listening to the report.

"Those three, could it be the Overlord of Western Chu, Flying Tiger General Li Cunxiao, and Tiger Crazy Xu Zhu?"

"It's so fast! I can't see the movement at all. That person was torn to pieces last night? Fake, turned into a leaf, damn it... I lost my vision again."

The terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power spread outside, each time at the level of a catastrophe. Everyone in the partridge room felt itchy, but they didn't dare to go out to see it.

It is said that they are practitioners, but they are still at the stage of martial arts. Those old gods are not at the same latitude as them, and their various abilities do not make sense.

Suddenly, those two terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power disappeared.

The people around were about to release another partridge out soon, when the door in front of the partridge's house was suddenly knocked with a hoarse voice.

"Sister, come and open the door. The mother-in-law is here to sleep with you, open the door."

A room full of martial arts masters raised their hearts, and they had heard the old Orion's story about Renrong Potai during the day.

What the hell is coming out of this door?
The fluctuation of spiritual power outside the mountain village suddenly disappeared, and it fell into peace. What happened outside?
This village is very evil.

Feng Wuli, who was wearing pajamas, had nowhere to stay. He stood on the roof of a house and looked at the woman on the boat:
"Naihe Bridge Master? Why are you here?"

The woman on the boat smiled lightly: "Come and take away the person in front of you, I'm so sorry that I disturbed Mr. Wang's dream."

Feng Wuli asked: "Why did you take him away?"

"The rules are like this, I'm just doing things for the master."

"Your master is Lady Meng?"

"I missed talking."

She is honest.

Feng Wuli pondered for a while, looked at Shengqing, the other party was still calm, and then looked at the mysterious Naihe Bridge Master, the other party was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his expression.

There was a river of white bones underneath, and the moonlight shone on the three of them. It was quiet, and he probably couldn't beat any of the two in front of him.

But this is his uncle's house, and he came back because he was worried that the village would be affected by these extraordinary forces.

Feng Wuli advised: "Don't fight here."

"Okay." Naihe Bridge Master agreed.

The other party simply caught Feng by surprise.

"Why don't you stop fighting?"

"Ah."

Shengqing: "..."

Feng Wuli's tone was uncertain: "Really?"

The bridge master of Naihe smiled lightly, the water level of the long skeleton river dropped, pagoda tree leaves emerged from the cracks of the skeletons, the stone tablet of Wangchuan River also dived under the dead bones, and all the partridges on the boat flew back to the partridge house.

"Mister's face is still to be given."

"What face do I have?"

Feng asked unreasonably, but the woman had already dived under the dry bones with the wooden boat, and the bone river disappeared like retreating, leaving only a field of locust leaves.

There is only one person and one ghost left in the mountain village.

Feng Wuli felt a little warm in his heart, why does he feel that his identity is not simple, the master of the Naihe bridge seems to know himself, so could it be that he is some kind of awesome reincarnation?

Will it affect the college entrance examination?

Feng Wuli looked at Shengqing: "Why did she come to arrest you?"

"Those who have failed to detain the immortal gate in the past and still maintain their true spirits will be extradited to the True Spirit River by the master of Naihe Bridge. This is the rule of Mrs. Meng."

"Is the bridge master Naihe very strong?"

"If I knock on the fairy gate, I am not her opponent."

"now what?"

"Not at all."

"...So she is strong?"

"No, it's just that I'm weak."

"..."

Feng Wuli yawned, and was woken up again in the middle of the night.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to sleep, how about you?"

Shengqing glanced back, and it was indeed the son of the old Orion who helped him just now, and now his ray of true spirit probably followed the bridge master Naihe back to the river of true spirit.

Shengqing turned around and bowed towards the house.

Then followed Feng Wuli back to the house at the head of the village, the moonlight illuminated the mountain road very clearly, a lot of pagoda tree leaves fell on the mountain road, and there was a light sound like rubbing sand when stepping on it, the mountain village was quiet, only the footsteps of two people.

He knew that the catastrophe that he detained the immortal gate was over, and he became a strange thing lingering in the world just like Wang Xilou.

Before knocking down the immortal gate, he made a lot of calculations for himself.

If he wanted to return to Huaiqing, he would have to make a lot of noise, letting many people know that he was going to detain the immortal gate, and finally attract many people to Huaiqing, so that he could survive the disaster safely.

If it wasn't for his disciple, he would have been taken away by the Bridge Master Naihe, and if it wasn't for the young man in pajamas in front of him, the Bridge Master Naihe would not have retreated either.

He made a fuss, trying to figure out the young man in front of him.

Seeing an old man who was angry all over gave him the middle finger.

"..."

If you don't believe in evil, make another hexagram.

I saw a little girl who was very similar to the Lord of Naihe Bridge just now, five or six years old, studying in a bamboo forest with a loud voice.

Erase it, and the hexagram will come back again.

I saw Wang Xilou in the past, sitting alone in the yard eating, but there were two bowls of rice on the table, and he lay on the table sobbing while eating.

No, this person has intersected with too many immortals, or creatures of the immortal level, so it is not clear at all.

At this time, in the partridge room, all the martial arts masters were lying down, and from time to time a dream came out of their mouths, which probably wasn't a good dream.

I don’t know when a red flower Lycoris was born at the door, swaying gently, it has another name - Bana Flower.

……

When I went back to the room, I saw that the light was on in the room. I opened the door and went in to find that the little zombie was sitting on the head of the bed and putting on his shoes. He had a jacket over his pajamas, and his hair was tied in a strand in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Xilou blinked: "What are you doing, why are you running out in the middle of the night?"

Feng Wuli told her what happened just now. Although Wang Xilou failed to become a fairy back then, he did not turn back into a true spirit, so he never experienced this.

The two masters and apprentices really didn't want to understand it. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and there was a thunder outside. The rain that had been suppressed for a long time gathered again, and it fell to the ground.

Feng Wuli yawned and went to bed.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the little zombie took off his coat with a rustle, and sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes and socks. There were two soft sounds between the hard soles and the ground, and he lifted a little of the quilt, and lay down beside him.

Say goodnight to each other.

The autumn rain in the mountains outside is very cold, and the bed is too warm. Wang Xilou doesn't need a lot of sleep, and after waking up, he can't fall asleep.

Until she heard the gentle breathing of the person next to the pillow, she raised her head slightly, turned over to look at his face, and stared at him with her arms propped up and her chin resting. She could only see an outline, but she was extremely satisfied. I feel at ease just looking at it, grinning silly from time to time.

"Are you asleep?" she asked in a low voice.

got no response.

The little zombie was a little disappointed, but it was just a little bit, it was impossible to wake him up to talk to him.

"I love you."

It was still breathless, very low.

After a while, I came back to my senses when I heard the rooster crowing outside the village. It was already dim outside the window, probably at three o'clock.

She pushed her hair behind her ears, slowly lowered her face, and pressed her soft and cool lips to his lips, closing her eyes, just sticking together like this, touching him with her softest part.

When he opened his eyes, he found a pair of eyes looking at him.

Wang Xilou: "..."

Master is so embarrassing!
Feng Wuli understood immediately, closed his eyes again, pretended he didn't see anything, trying to wake up Wang Xilou's little spirit of being a teacher, he shouldn't moles his apprentice while he was sleeping.

As a result, the little zombie jumped up from embarrassment and even pried open his teeth.

"...Don't give up on yourself."

"Let Master have enough!"

"IM so tired."

"..."

All of a sudden, he didn't want to disturb his rest.

"Auntie's pickled duck eggs are delicious, you should go and learn how to make them tomorrow."

Her tone was steady: "Master deserves to cook for you for the rest of your life!"

"You cook delicious food."

Feng Wuli turned over, let the little zombie pillow on his arm, stretched out his arms and hugged him like a pillow, and stepped on his big instep with a pair of soft, hot little feet.

"Why are you hugging Master? Go hug your duck egg."

Feng didn't say a word for no reason, anyway, she will definitely go to learn tomorrow, and she will definitely do it immediately after returning home, more caring than herself who just mentioned it.

The two spoke softly, chatting one after another, and soon, smelling each other's scent, they fell asleep together, and they didn't know if they were still hugging each other in the dream.

But looking at Wang Xilou who was buried in someone else's chest, the corners of his mouth were raised, it was probably his own little apprentice in the dream.

(End of this chapter)