I, Guhuo Bird, am not an umbrella demon, please don’t disturb me

Seeing the maple leaf in his hand, Bai Qingyu thought of the banshee in the red leaf forest.

She didn't have any special opinions about this banshee, but she accidentally saved her life from a disciple of the Fate Cult that day in the red leaf forest, and she never thought that she would have anything to do with her again.Unexpectedly, Shutun got involved with her.

Bai Qingyu didn't know why a demon with such a character as Shuten could fall in love with a woman, especially with such an outrageous plot as love at first sight.

Maybe it was fate, but she didn't want to get too involved in this matter.

Stepping to the door, Bai Qingyu seemed to see the figure of the ghost girl Hongye at the corner, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In fact, I can still feel her breath, she is around here.

After closing the door, Bai Qingyu did not catch up.

Let them resolve the matter between her and Shuten.

Bai Qingyu turned around and walked over to continue chatting with Zhentian and the children. He didn't notice a beautiful figure outside the yard looking deeply at the gate of the yard.

The ghost girl Hongye lowered her eyes.

She also held a maple leaf in her hand, but she couldn't make up her mind to throw it out for Bai Qingyu to see.

Maybe she should have stood up bravely instead of hiding the moment Bai Qingyu opened the door, but she just couldn't do it. Many times, she was wondering what her feelings for Bai Qingyu were.

This time, she came with Jiu Tun, and she knew that Jiu Tun was Bai Qingyu's child.

Unfortunately, I still didn’t have the courage when I got to the door.

"Drunkards and stuff like that are really annoying."

The figure of Shuten appeared in his mind for some reason. The ghost girl Hongye frowned and murmured.

"I must be not beautiful enough. If I could be more beautiful, maybe..."

·

In the small courtyard, Bai Qingyu had a rare moment of free time. After chatting, he sat on the recliner, took out the demon book, and flipped through it to Qingji's page.

Looking at the monster on the monster book, I recalled the beautiful dancing figure of the girl I saw under the cherry blossom tree. I really couldn't connect the two for a while. I couldn't help but think about what would happen if the girl's feet really transformed. How sad and sad she must be for Snake Tail.

"Zhen Tian, ​​tell me, why do people turn into monsters?"

Just as Zhentian walked by, Bai Qingyu spoke.

"Human turned into a demon?" Zhentian was also a little confused and didn't understand what Bai Qingyu meant.

"Yes, this monster book records a monster. This monster was originally a human race, but after experiencing some things later, it turned into a monster with a body and a snake's tail."

Bai Qingyu's words attracted the attention of several boys in the yard. It was obvious that everyone was very interested in this topic.

The little snake spoke first, "Could it be a problem of the heart? In the mortal world, it is said that only those who are ugly inside become monsters."

"There are so many evil people in the world, but I have never seen any evil person turn into a demon." Zhen retorted without mercy.

"That's not necessarily an inner problem, maybe it's too much despair, or maybe it's a curse?" The little snake transformed, and its legs instantly transformed into snake tails.

"But having said that, snake tail is actually quite good."

Holding a thick tail in both hands, the tip of the tail shook in front of Bai Qingyu.

"Ling'er, have you gained weight recently?"

"No, absolutely not!"

As soon as Bai Ling'er finished speaking, Zhentian whispered: "Is it a punishment from God, or is it that the blood of the snake demon is already in the body, but it was suddenly stimulated?"

"Sister Bai said that suddenly. Did you encounter such a thing?"

"Yes, I met a girl before, named Qingji..."

Bai Qingyu briefly told everyone about Qingji's affairs, and the discussion among the boys suddenly became more intense. Even Yu Yijin and Xiaoyao joined in.

Everyone you speak my word.

Tamamo Mae, who was practicing silently on the roof, raised his eyes and took a look. He didn't have much interest, so he simply continued to practice with his eyes closed.

Bai Qingyu left the team halfway, went into the kitchen to prepare lunch, and changed into a drunkard to debate.

·

At the same time, in Shannan Village in Xianta Prefecture.

It's more of a town than a village. The Li family is a well-known big family in the village. Compared with money, the Li family is more famous for their youngest daughter.

Everyone in the village within a hundred miles knew that the Li family had a daughter named Qing Ji who was very beautiful and good at singing and dancing.

Qingji was only fourteen years old, and the matchmaker was already about to break the threshold of the Li family's door.

There are too many young men who like Qing Ji. In this era, you can get married at the age of 14. There are almost no young men of this age in Shannan Village who don't like Qing Ji once they see her, and there is such a person among them.

The young monk wrote his full wishes into the envelope.

That was his infinite love for the girl.

As a monk, he shouldn't have such emotions, but this feeling just happened to appear.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the girl's steps were light and she danced. From the first moment I saw her, I couldn't let go.

On the one hand, it is the precepts of a monk, and on the other hand, it is the infinite love for the girl.

In this extremely contradictory heart, the young monk named An Zhen did not dare to knock on the door with his hands and convey his love to the girl, so he had to write what was in his heart in a letter every day, without even daring to give his name. Write down that you will secretly leave the letter in front of the girl's house every day.

Watching the girl open the door and pick up the letter every day with a happy and shy expression on her face, An Zhen felt satisfied.

It's nice to just look at her like this every day.

Today, he hid the letter under the bricks in front of the door. He was not far away, waiting for the girl to notice the letter and open it with his own hands.

However, the girl did not appear today.

An Zhen had been waiting outside for a whole morning, sitting cross-legged under an old tree and reciting scriptures.

Everyone who came and went looked back at him, their eyes no longer so strange. They had long been accustomed to the young monk's presence, but they were just wondering why the monk had been sitting here all morning and still hadn't left.

What An Zhen didn't know was that Qing Ji didn't go out today because she wanted to relax with her mother and dance in the courtyard for her mother who had regained her memory.

The family is enjoying themselves so happily that no one will notice the letters from outside.

It was not until the afternoon that Qingji remembered something, opened the door, noticed the letter under the bricks, picked it up and opened it, and the content of the letter was almost the same as the previous few days.

With her handsome face slightly red, Qingji looked left and right, but she didn't know who had written it.

In his eyes, there was only a young monk sitting under a tree and reciting scriptures, his eyes half-opened and he looked very serious.

Qingji had also suspected that the letter was written by this monk, but thinking about it, the possibility was almost impossible.

How could a monk be moved by such mundane feelings?

At this time, a young man happened to pass by carrying farm tools. After seeing Qing Ji, he gave her a bright and sunny smile.

This young man is at most three years older than Qing Ji. He is muscular and not to mention handsome, but he is also clean, tidy and masculine.

Qingji blinked her eyes and suddenly thought of something when she lowered her head to look at the letter in her hand, her face suddenly turned red.

This letter could not be written by him to himself...

I heard that he did study with his husband in the county for several years.

When Qing Ji came back to her senses, the young man had already walked away. She stared at his back from a distance, feeling that the letter in her hand was so heavy.

Unexpectedly, the person who wrote to her these days was actually Brother Wang from the next village...

Holding her cheeks with both hands, Qingji hurriedly hid in the yard, looking like a shy girl.

And all this was seen by An Zhen, who was meditating under the old tree.

His eyes were filled with helplessness and loss, and his voice while reciting the scriptures suddenly stopped, as he didn't know how to continue reading.

In the next few days, An Zhen kept writing letters to Qing Ji.

Every day never stops.

And regardless of the wind and rain, he sat under the old tree every day and looked at the girl's happy and shy look every day.

How long this kind of life will last, An Zhen doesn't know.

But he felt that it would be good to continue like this.

The more letters he sent, the more Qingji could feel the rich and true love in them.

I always thought he was the eldest brother of the village king next door. I didn’t have any intention at first, but now I started to slowly become interested.

Even if the heart is an iceberg, it will melt.

·

Tongzhou.

After hesitating for a few days, Bai Qingyu finally decided to visit her temple.

Regarding this small temple, she had been here before, and she felt quite complicated at that time.

In her eyes, the gods enshrined in temples are either dead or do not exist at all, and yet she, a living person, no, a living bird, is actually being enshrined, which is simply outrageous.

What's even more outrageous now is that the temple has been re-expanded.

It was originally a small room with almost nothing in it except a wooden statue of a god and an offering table. Now, it has been directly upgraded to a large courtyard. There are incense burners and jade statues, and a group of monsters are busy in it like temple blessings. .

What's more important is that there are so many people offering incense inside that you can't get in without queuing up...

The power of incense is somewhat like the power of faith, which is continuously introduced into Bai Qingyu's body.

She tried to listen to the voices of the believers. As soon as she listened, a female voice came into her ears.

"Goddess of the Phoenix, please bless me to give birth to a son. You must bless me to give birth to a son..."

As soon as this voice fell, another voice came.

"Goddess of the Divine Phoenix, bless me, bless my child to be born smoothly, Goddess of the Phoenix, bless..."

Almost all of the following voices were praying for children, and a few of them were praying for children.

Bai Qingyu opened his mouth slightly and decisively blocked the voices of the believers.

This is horrible.

What's the use of begging her? She doesn't have any children of her own, and all the babies in the family are adopted...

Also, was there a woman who just asked her to have a baby with her sister?

Sorry, I really can't do it. If she had the ability, she would have gone to Zhentian long ago...

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Volume One: Chapter 148 Xu Yuanqing’s Despair

Bai Qingyu didn't go into her temple because she was really embarrassed. She didn't know how to communicate with these believers. If she was discussing the experience of raising children, she could talk over a cup of tea for a whole day and a night, but When discussing having children, this was indeed too difficult for her.

After silently returning home, Bai Qingyu thought it would be better to be a salted fish, a temple or something, and let them develop whatever they want, as long as it doesn't become the kind of religion that harms people, anything is fine.

Back home, tease Xiaoyao, teach Yijiao Yuejin how to read and write, and see how Xiaodie's clothes are doing, then call Tamamo Mae down from the roof, comb his hair and take a look at him To what extent has the power increased, and when will it be able to transform?

If you have nothing to do, go and chat with Zhen Tian, ​​or pull Zhen and Xiao She over to use as hangers, and try on Xiaodie's newly made clothes.

The days are so simple and fulfilling. Day by day passes, and a year passes in the blink of an eye.

One year is indeed not a long time for the current Bai Qingyu, and it is actually not very long for the people and monsters in Tongzhou. The flowers bloom and fall over and over again, which is just a reincarnation.

For many demons, a year is just a matter of taking a few naps.

The biggest thing that happened in this year was probably that a group of demons found her. They first expressed their admiration for her, and then a big demon came forward to discuss with her the recruitment of demon students into a private school.

In the words of the monsters here, my dear, you are a monster, and you cannot always favor the human race. Could you please consider adding a few monster children to the private school?

Although Bai Qingyu explained to them that the private school did not teach any spells or how to practice, but only taught reading, writing and arithmetic, these monsters still insisted on letting the children of the clan come over. In desperation, Bai Qingyu had no choice but to agree, anyway. From her point of view, children from the human race or demon race children are essentially the same.

Because of this, the entire Tongzhou is more lively than ever.

The whole city is not only filled with humans, but also many monsters.

At first glance, there was nothing but ordinary people on the street. But now, at a glance, you can often see some monsters with parts of monster beasts walking on the street. The most important thing is that humans and monsters are mixed together. The atmosphere was unexpectedly peaceful.

At first, the people were not very used to it. After all, they were surrounded by monsters that could kill them at any time.

Under the control and management of the demon clan of the Empress Temple and some monks, the demons in the city are all very honest.

For these monks from Tianyang Palace, Bai Qingyu could only guess that this was intentional by those in Tianyang Palace.