First lady's personal tutor

It's time.

All sounds are quiet. The eastern Zhao palace is quiet and mysterious, as if it had really entered the kingdom of gods.

Wang Yong walked out of Dongzhao palace with JianNu and xiangqu, and went to the monster street in the way of heaven.

Rustle, step on the maple leaves, make a soft sound. I don't know how many years the fallen leaves have been accumulated here. It's a thick layer, and it's already dry and rotten.

A few days ago the snow has not yet opened, vaguely can see all kinds of strange footprints all the way to the depths of maple forest.

"These footprints are so strange that they don't look like animals or human beings. Are they the ones left by the God of mourning?" The sword slave asked strangely.

Xiang takes small face dignified, frequently nods: "must be! Wang Yongqi, please be careful! "

Wang Yong laughed: "even if these things scare ordinary people, how can they scare you? Ghosts and spirits are nothing more than spiritual ideas that exist between heaven and earth. As the old saying goes, evil does not oppress the right. Evil refers to them. Because their existence is contrary to the law of heaven and earth, is evil. And we are positive. There is no need to be afraid of evil. "

Xiangqu nodded as if she knew nothing. If she had a pen and paper in hand, she would have written it down.

Xiang Chou has already regarded Wang Yong as a teacher. Every move of Wang Yong, even a careless word, may contain great truth in Xiang Chou's eyes.

This not only let Wang Yong appreciate, but also let Wang Yong feel helpless.

It's better to believe in books than to have no books. If you are too superstitious, you will lose yourself. It's like a concept put forward in the inheritance of Oriental craftsmen: keep, break and leave.

To keep is to learn all the things that teachers teach;

Breaking is to break something that has already been proficient and carry out innovation at a higher level;

To leave is to consolidate innovation, to break away from the scope of knowledge taught by teachers, and finally to create a new realm of their own.

It's the same with reading. You can't despise it, but you can't follow it blindly.

"Wang Yongju, there is no road ahead!" Xiangqu points to the mountain that suddenly appears in front of him.

I thought there was a road at the end of Fenglin, but it was a mountain.

Wang Yong's eyes fell on the mountain and suddenly came forward with a sword.

Click!

There was only a sound of broken stone walls, and a hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the mountain.

There is a faint wind blowing out of the hole, which is obviously not a dead end. There is also an exit on the other side.

"Let's go." Wang Yong put away his sword and took the lead in walking into the cave.

This kind of camouflage may deceive others, but in front of the top agents, naive is like a trap dug out by schoolchildren.

In the middle of the walk, I saw an exit in the distance. A faint light came from the exit, and I could hear the peddling sound coming with the wind.

It's monster street.

But those voices with a thick strange tone, as if it was not human, but a group of mountain ghosts and evil spirits shouting.

The color of fear flashed in xiangcuo's eyes, and she couldn't help shrinking.

Brush, just walk out of the hole, feel the whole world changed a kind of, the scenery around immediately become different.

I saw a long street in front of me. The buildings on both sides were ancient, and a big red lantern hung at the door of every house.

One by one, people in all kinds of clothes were walking in the street. The only strange thing was that none of them spoke.

There was no sound in the street except the shouting of the shops on both sides of the street.

"My guest, would you like some tea?" A voice sounded from the side of Wang Yong's three men.

Wang Yong subconsciously turned to his side, but did not find the existence of the shopkeeper.

When Wang Yong was puzzled, he heard a voice rising again: "my guest, I'm here."

The sound came from below.

Wang Yong lowered his head and saw a half meter tall doll with a funny smile and wrinkles on his face. This face occupies more than half of the doll's body, and it's terrible in the night.

"Pay for mourning!" Xiangqu was surprised and cried.

And this exclamation of Xiangshou attracted the eyes of countless people on the street at that time.

These eyes are full of blame, threat and ridicule. They are like a mountain of spirit, roaring and suppressing Xiangxiang.

When incense is taken, it is like a heavy load, and the whole body is bent down.

"Hum!" Wang Yong suddenly turned his head and let out a cold hum.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, which exploded the oppressive darkness, and made all the pedestrians in the street panic and bow their heads. They did not dare to look at Wang Yong and Wang Yong again.

Xiangqu's whole body pressure disappears instantly, like a relief.

Fu Beishen, who called Wang Yong to drink tea, also had a smile on his face. His hands were stiff in the air when he invited people to come in. Neither was he going in nor was he going out.

"Tea? I'm really thirsty. Then have a pot of the best Wang Yong didn't seem to see Fu's embarrassed look. He walked into the shop and sat down.

Fu mourning hesitated for a long time, but sighed to get the tea.

"My guest, here comes the tea." Fu Beishen moved his short leg and put a pot of tea in front of Wang Yong.

"Down." Wang Yong said faintly.

Fu baishen just wanted to say that "we don't provide this kind of service", but when he thought of Wang Yong's cold hum, he lost his courage.

He had no choice but to pick up the teapot and pour tea for Wang Yong.

It's just the tea flowing out of the kettle, but with bright colors, just like the human blood just absorbed, gurgling under the light.

Xiang Chou's face is very white. She bites her lips and doesn't dare to speak.

The sword slave was also slightly surprised, and a strange look flashed on his face.

Only Wang Yong was indifferent and let Fu mourning fill the cup.

A cup of bright red tea, with a thick shimmer, is disgusting.

Wang Yong bent his fingers and gently knocked on the table. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "I don't like this kind of tea. I'll give it to you."

With that, Wang Yong's hands suddenly moved.

His left hand picked up the tea cup, and his right hand had pinched Fu's neck.

Gudong, the whole cup of bright red tea all poured into Fu's mouth.

Fu Beishen screamed anxiously, but he couldn't get rid of Wang Yong's control.

"What do you think? Then have another drink. " Then Wang Yong grabbed the teapot in Fu's hand and poured it down to Fu.

In the blink of an eye, a pot of tea all went into Fu mourning's stomach, not a drop was wasted.

Putong, Wang Yong throws Fu mourning on the ground like shaking off a dead dog.

"You should be glad that these teas are not made of real human blood, or they will not invite you to drink tea, but make you fly to ashes!" Wang Yong said with a smile.

No one is more familiar with the taste of human blood than Wang Yong. Although the fresh black tea water looks like human blood in appearance, it is not.

It's made of animal blood mixed with red maple leaves, which tastes absolutely bad, but it won't cause death.

This is at best a prank.

Fu's face was full of fear as he lay shivering on the ground.

He played tricks on many guests who came to monster street, but it was the first time that he was hanged by them.

This guest doesn't play according to the routine at all!

"I've had my tea. I'll ask you something." Wang Yongyou said.

Fu Beishen seems to be extremely afraid of Wang Yong mentioning this, and his big head shakes like a rattle.

"I don't know. I don't know anything."

"I don't know? It's a pity that things without value don't deserve to stay in the world. Xiangqu, your killing gourd just lacks a powerful type God, so use it instead With that, Wang Yong grabbed Fu mourning with his palm.

We need to absorb Fu's spirit from the doll.

This can speak Fu mourning God, is actually a spiritual memento living in a doll toy.

"Don't, don't..." Fu peishen was frightened and trembled. His short hands were raised high in the air, indicating surrender.

"I know what you want to ask, but I really can't say it. The only thing I can tell you is, go straight down this street and you'll find what you're looking for. In addition, pay attention to the drug seller at the top of the street! It's not as kind as I am... "

Wang Yong stood up and said, "before I find that thing, the position of the killing Hu God will always be reserved for you."

The tea puppet Fu mourning God was frightened again. It was only when Wang Yong and Wang Yong walked out of the shop that they could not help whispering: "the guy selling medicine is much stronger than me. He is more suitable for you. I am just a kind Fu mourning God!"

Wang Yong three people all the way forward, because before the show strength, many pedestrians on the road and the two sides of the shop pay mourning God boss, are respectful and far away from Wang.

These Fu bereaved owners are like real secular shop owners, engaged in the same occupation.

There is a quilt wrapped from beginning to end, which turns itself into a colorful zongzi quilt for mourning;

There was a grocery store with a mop on its head, a broom in its hand and a pair of clogs at its feet;

One of them had a bag in his hand, a kimono on his body and lipstick on his mouth, but a dress shop with a horse's face was in mourning;

And squatting on the toilet, carrying a leather carrier on the shoulder, the fierce cleaning tool shop pays the funeral

All the way, Wang Yong and his three friends saw that although these Fu mourning gods were disgusting in appearance, they were actually full of different tastes.

As long as they do not harm the human world, they are not impossible to exist.

"Do you want some medicine, sir? The ointment of our shop is the most effective. No matter you are dissected or dug, as long as you apply the ointment of our shop, you can all recover as before! " At this time, Fu Beishen, who had only one eye on his forehead, appeared at the foot of Wang Yong and said, "I'm sorry.

He had a big eye and a big mouth that almost reached his ear. When he spoke, he showed white teeth and looked terrible.

The most important point is that this Fu mourning God, unlike other Fu mourning gods, is full of fear for Wang Yong.

Its eyes showed a strong color of salivation, as if to see something delicious.

And when he turned to JianNu and xiangcho, the color of salivation became more and more obvious, and even dribbled from his big mouth.

This should be the medicine seller that the tea shop owner Fu Beishen said.

"This boss, if you don't want to buy medicine, we also offer another business." One eye pays for mourning.

"What business?" Wang Yong asked quietly.

"Organ business! For example, the organs of these two little sisters around you must be very fresh. As long as you are willing to give me a high price to ensure your satisfaction! "

"How high? Is it as high as your life? " Wang Yong gently stepped forward and forced one eyed Fu into the drugstore.