I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Outside the snowfield, in the temple.

The swordsman and the three-flowered cat waited day after day.

There isn't much a swordsman does every day.

I wake up every morning, boil a pot of hot water, have a simple breakfast, and practice swords all morning. Sometimes I go to the surrounding villages to buy some food and fodder. The shrouded sky sometimes winds up and sometimes flashes, imagining the confrontation over there, thinking about his own way of swordsmanship, and waiting for that thunderstorm.

Naturally, we should always pay attention to Empress Sanhua.

At first, Sanhuamao was as usual——

Sometimes I ran back and forth around the temple, looking for anything to play with, even if it was a dead grass stem protruding from the snow, I had to go around it and grab it with my claws, as if no matter what She can find things that interest her wherever she goes. If you are tired from busy work, just lie down and sleep in the temple.

When there are people who come to offer incense, she will also run to a place not far from them and sit down, looking up at them.

Sometimes I will turn into a human form, find a small wooden stick, and write and practice calligraphy on the snow.

The swordsman is also literate, but he doesn't read many books. It can be seen that Mistress Sanhua wrote mostly poems, sometimes names of people, twenty-four solar terms, and sentences from scriptures.

Sometimes a mouse is caught and asked if he wants to eat.

Sometimes I caught too many, and I would ask him to borrow a knife, and then go to the stream to clean it carefully, and hang it on a dead tree to make air-dried mice.

This reminded the swordsman of the bacon he almost ate.

Sometimes rabbits, or even bigger animals, are caught and brought to him to eat. At this time, the swordsman can eat meat, which not only makes up for the exhaustion of the body, but also does not need to go to the village for several days They went from door to door to buy food.

Sometimes I would bring elixir and ask him if he would eat it.

It wasn't until a few days later that she seemed to feel that she had been away from the Taoist priest for too long, and she seemed to realize some emotions, so she often sat on the snow beside the temple, licked her paws and stared at it in a daze. If there was a light or some movement that the swordsman could not detect, she would immediately run out, jump to the top of the temple, and stare there for a long time.

If you ask her, she will turn her head or look down at you without answering.

Every day.

Until the past ten days.

There was a sudden bang in the temple, like thunder from the sky, and the god statue sitting on the altar was full of light, as if a god appeared from here, and then disappeared in an instant.

The swordsman finally waited for the thunder.

It was dark clouds covering the entire snowfield, the middle of which was drowsy with wind and snow, but intertwined with thunder and thunder, as if it was the end of the world, just looking at it made people feel suffocated.

"Boom..."

Some thunderbolts have countless branches, intertwined wildly, like a big tree hanging upside down, some thunderbolts can stay in sight for a long time, and will not disappear after a few breaths, and some thunderbolts are extremely long, extending from the end of sight At the other end, many thunderbolts are densely packed, covering the entire snowfield, dancing with the wind and snow.

The thunder was rolling, echoing endlessly.

Before one left from the ear, another new one was added, and countless superpositions formed a movement like the sky and the earth splitting.

The swordsman sat on the ground, looking over there.

The three-flowered cat sat on the top of the temple, also facing that side, motionless, only a small back.

I don't know what she is thinking.

The swordsman was stunned anyway.

That is Tianwei.

Rolling Tianwei.

What came from that side was a destructive force, unmatched and suffocating, as if it could wipe out the earth.

Whether it was an ordinary thunderstorm night, or the Jingzhe four years ago, or that day outside Changjing City, or the handwriting of Fu Leigong outside Jingyu City last year, they were far inferior to the thunder that covered the sky and earth in front of him.

From morning to night, all the time.

What kind of power is this?

In Hansu County before, I heard people describe the thunder that lasted for a whole month when the gods eliminated demons a few years ago.

But I don't know which one is stronger and weaker then and now?

...

Rumble!

In the blizzard, thunder was everywhere, blowing the snow everywhere, almost smashing all the resistance of the snowfield demon king.

Thunder stopped.

The demon king could only shrink in his spiritual eyes, lingering on his last breath.

However, at this time, Heyuan is full of spiritual power of the four seasons, and the rotation of the four seasons not only wears down his spiritual power and aura, but also traps him in the spiritual eyes.

Time passed quickly, I don't know the geometry of day and night.

A figure appeared faintly above the clouds.

Zhou Leigong was condescending, looking down.

Seeing the ice and snow melting on the ground, and the four seasons turning around, as if the universe was reversed, he was naturally startled. Looking carefully, he could see Song You's arrangement and his intentions——

Tiangong also tried this trick, drove it to the spiritual eye, tried to kill Lingyun, but couldn't kill it, so he wanted to seal it. However, Tiangong spent a lot of energy, using stupid methods, and many priests worked together to make the snowfield demon king unable to stay anywhere except in the spiritual eye, so he drove him back to the spiritual eye, and this Taoist did it alone. , which is surprising.

The four seasons method is indeed the most difficult, but also the most wonderful and infinitely useful.

And his idea should also be a seal, right?

Zhou Leigong didn't think much, just watched quietly.

Let's see what tricks he has.

"puff!"

The spiritual eye is like the eye of the earth, and water gushes out again.

The spirit body of the Demon King of the Snowfield emerged from the water column, hanging in the air, looking at the Taoist who was sitting cross-legged beside the spring, but he was already very embarrassed.

"It turns out to be the spiritual power of the four seasons!"

"how?"

The Taoist looked up at him calmly.

"Some skills!"

"How about Bijiashi?"

The Xueyuan Demon King was covered in bruises, but he was not afraid: "Your master can't do anything to me, and you can't do anything to me either!"

"Try..."

The Taoist sitting cross-legged by the spring raised his hand.

"Swish..."

The whole Grassland, in all directions, is full of spiritual power.

The spiritual power that was originally laid down came in strands and strands, in different colors, from far to near, covering four seasons, and flew one after another.

The spiritual power moves slowly around the spring in order, from southeast to northwest.

The aura of the four seasons, the changes of the weather, are all concentrated here.

"Want to seal me?"

The figure on the spring sneered: "Water is flowing, and the Heavenly Palace cannot be sealed, so how can you seal it?"

The Taoist didn't answer, just closed his eyes.

The spiritual power is intertwined, which seems to be transformed into a cage, but in fact it is secretly connected with the four seasons of the world.

The spring is shrouded in it.

The spirit body of the demon king didn't feel anything at first. Although he couldn't beat him, he was neither afraid of being wiped out nor of being sealed. Just like the last time he faced Tiangong, he turned into countless streams and fell into the spring as soon as he turned around. No matter how this Taoist tries to seal it, even if the seal is successful, after a while, he will naturally be free in the world.

However, almost in an instant, the spring popped again, and the spirit body of the demon king reappeared.

At this time, he was very surprised.

"what have you done?"

As the incarnation of the aura of Mizusawa, an innate god, he is naturally the most sensitive to changes in the world.

The hundreds of four-season spiritual powers that revolve around the body are slowing down, and the rotation of the four seasons here seems to be slowing down, and it seems to be slowly disappearing.

Not only the four seasons, the alternation of yin and yang seems to be slowing down.

This feeling made him feel that the Taoist didn't build a cage here to trap him in it, but separated the world where the spring was located to form a boundary independent from the outside world.

"This is a good fortune that came about by chance when I was traveling through the world downstream. You can also call it the Yin-Yang Four Seasons Array." Song You opened his eyes and looked at him, "The Yin and Yang in the array do not change, and the four seasons remain the same. It seems to have drawn a small world for Your Excellency. If you are trapped in it, the aura will be cut off and will never be replenished, and Your Excellency will only be worn down and weaker."

"..."

Thunder God in the sky was very shocked, and the demon king on the ground was also a little flustered, but after thinking about it for a while, he found the flaw again.

How long can this magic circle made of pure spiritual power last?

Unless this Taoist has been staying here.

However, people in Fulongguan do not seek longevity, nor do they seek the way of incense and fire. No matter how long his life is, how long will it be? Although the spirit of the mountains and rivers is not as long as the real mountains and rivers, he has been born for hundreds of years, and no one can say how long it will be in the future, and this kind of mortal magic often disappears after death. not long.

What's more, how could he stay here all the time?

However, when the demon king looked at Song You, he found that the Taoist was also looking at him, as if he could see what he was thinking, Song You smiled slightly.

"The incarnation of the aura of mountains and rivers, the innate gods, are all remarkable existences. If you benefit one side, not to mention absorbing incense and beliefs and strengthening yourself, at least you can at least be in harmony with the nature of the world for a long time. Why do you use such a method of killing chickens and taking eggs to kill yourself?" How to do it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! What tricks do you have!"

"Speaking of an existence like your Excellency, I met someone who was even stronger than your Excellency when I was in the lower reaches of the world." Song You said lightly, "It's perfect to use mountains to suppress water."

"boom!"

The water in the spring's eyes rolled and splashed several meters high.

Song You closed his eyes.

The spiritual power keeps flying out, which not only wears down and weakens the demon king's spiritual power, but also slows down the four seasons, stops the yin and yang, and although it only targets the small piece of heaven and earth with a radius of about ten feet in front of it, it can't really separate it, but it can also make it capable of painting. Some characteristics of Zhongtiandi form a seal independent of the outside world.

"call……"

I don't know when, the wind picked up again in Heyuan.

At this time, it is not cold wind.

It is Dongfeng.

The east wind is suddenly rushing for three thousand miles, and the heavy snow has just stopped and everything is born.

...

It is already February outside the snow field.

Sanhuamao seems to have completely lost its respect for other people's temples and the awe of its former peers. It lay leisurely on the top of the temple, wagging its tail every now and then, looking at the direction of the snowfield, and sometimes stretching out its paws to the sky. Flying birds dig and dig, dig the air.

The swordsman was also sitting on the ground, staring into the distance.

The snow on the ground is almost melting.

The thunder in the snow field in the distance has long since disappeared, and what is even more surprising is that the haze that has covered the sky for more than ten years is also gradually disappearing.

This seems to be explaining something.

At this moment, the bay red horse below who was digging grass and eating in the snow seemed to sense something. He raised his head, turned his head to look in the direction of the snow field, and then turned his head to look at the top of the temple. He pushed him with his head, walked to the side of the small temple, raised his head, and stared at the three-flowered cat on the top of the temple.

I just listened to the cat and the horse talking by the side of the small temple.

"Ma what are you doing?

"Are you hungry?

"Oh you were eating grass just now...

"Then you must be drinking water.

"Mistress Sanhua is going to boil a pot of water for you to drink."

The horse was silent, but the cat kept talking.

"It's good to drink boiled water, everyone drinks boiled water, boiled water is round, cold water is sharp...

"Hey why don't you talk?

"Why can't you speak human words?

"Cats can't speak!

"You're not smart..."

Ma'er withdrew his gaze and walked towards the quilt silently.

The swordsman kept turning his head to stare at this side, showing a thoughtful look. Seeing this scene, he immediately reacted, stood up, picked up his long sword, and went to get his saddle.

The three-flowered cat standing on the edge of the temple roof blinked, looked at the swordsman's movements, and seemed to think of something, and jumped down from the temple roof with a meow, gliding across the air, extremely graceful.

"..."

Landing lightly, he stretched as if he didn't care, but immediately turned around after stretching, and ran towards the bay red horse.

...

Golden Jasmine has launched a plan to save expired monthly tickets——

It's the end of the month again, and the monthly pass in my hand is about to expire. It's a waste not to vote, why not vote for Jasmine! Every monthly ticket baby hopes to have a home, come and save them!