Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Mu Qingfeng’s face sank and said: “Do you want to violate the marriage contract?”

Mu Qingyu bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and said aggrieved: "I was not my own when I made a marriage contract. No one asked me for my opinion..."

Mu Qingfeng’s face changed and said: “If you like Han culture like your mother, you should know what it is called the matchmaker, let alone in Xiangxi. Does it require you to agree to the engagement?

The marriage contract was also set by the mother at the beginning. If you repent now, how can you be a man and you will not be ungrateful? ”

Mu Qingyu bowed his head and murmured: "So, will you sacrifice me?"

When Mu Qingfeng heard this, he stood up and replied: "You said that your brother seems to be a wicked person. If the treasure card is a generation of people who eat, drink, and gamble, how can your brother let me marry you?"

Seeing Mu Qingyu with his head down and not talking, his face was somewhat relieved, and she held her two shoulders forward and said softly:

"I am a sister of you, I certainly hope that you can have happiness. If you are bullied by the Baoka family after marriage, even if their family is bigger, your brother will be the same for you. This is about your lifelong happiness, you Just listen to your brother once, my brother won’t lie to you."

Mu Qingyu whispered and whispered, did not speak, suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang stunned and suddenly understood that she wanted to help her speak and lick her lips and said, "What, I think, marriage, or respect their opinions?"

"Mr. Ye," Mu Qing did not return. "Is it a bit rude to participate in other people's family affairs?"

In a word, Ye Shaoyang blocked nothing.

Mu Qingyu said: "Shaoyang brother is my good friend, help me out, and it should be."

"I am your brother, my parents are not here, you will be the master of your business, no one needs to take the idea"

Mu Qingfeng sighed and looked at her sister and said:

"After the flood has ended, I will preside over the engagement, and then you will prepare yourself. I have already counted it. After three months, I have a good day. When I get married, I will count on it."

"Brother is the head of a family. If my brother is not married, I will not end." Mu Qingyu suddenly found this as an excuse.

Mu Qingfeng laughed and smiled. His face was awkward. He wanted to say something. He suddenly turned to look at Ye Shaoyang and said: "This matter, you need the Shaoyang brothers to help."

The attitude is a one hundred and eighty degree change, and even the title has changed. Ye Shaoyang was a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

"Xiaoyu now, it seems that there are no lovers yet?"

Mu Qingfeng smiled, "We Miao people, speaking more directly, Shaoyang brothers do not see."

Ye Shaoyang suddenly realized that the original cargo was the attention of Yan Lengyu! Can't bear it!

After thinking about it, I am now asking for him, but I can't offend. Anyway, Yu Lengyu is not here, let him go to single-phase thoughts, and it has no effect, so he scratched his head and perfunctored: "I don't know this, it doesn't seem to be."

Mu Qingfeng greeted Ye Shaoyang to sit down, and he sat down again and talked about his own experience with Xiaoyu:

Last year, Yan Lengyu came to Miaojiang alone to understand the sorcerer's tradition here. He was bitten by a poisonous insect in the mountains. He happened to meet the admiration of the Qing dynasty, and he was cured and brought to the home to recover.

Qi Lengyu learned that he was a wizard, so he stayed for a while and asked him about witchcraft.

"At that time, we were almost inseparable, I can feel that she had a little meaning to me..." Mu Qingfeng smiled softly, reminiscing about the goodness of the time, and noticed that Ye Shaoyang had a completely black face.

"After she left, we kept in touch. I was unable to leave Xiangxi because I was a priest in the family."

Mu Qingfeng extended a big hand and held Ye Shaoyang's shoulder and smiled.

"I am a party, this kind of thing is not good to say directly, there is no matchmaker, Shaoyang brothers and Xiaoyu are familiar, just to help me talk about..."

Let yourself go find the cold jade and say the media!

Ye Shaoyang looked at his smiling Mimi's face and really wanted to punch him down and give him a chrysanthemum.

"This thing... well, it's hard to say on the phone, wait for this to happen, I will go back and ask first."

"Well, in this respect, there are ways for you Han people. I am not in a hurry, thank you first."

Ye Shaoyang glanced at Mu Qingyu, who was depressed and sighed.

Mu Qingfeng wanted Ye Shaoyang to live in a room with himself. Ye Shaoyang didn't know if this was a local custom. Anyway, he was determined not to sleep with a big man.

Mu Qingfeng gave him another room.

All day, Mu Qingyu was unhappy, but still had a table of meals, and Mu Qingfeng moved a glutinous rice wine to drink with Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang did not like to drink, but had to cope.

Mu Qingfeng was able to drink, and did not rush to drink half a jar of wine, and his face was a little red, and Ye Shaoyang said: "I heard that your Taoist is good at drawing characters, is there a good character in our state?"

Chenzhou Fu, Ye Shaoyang had heard before, is the symbol of the use of Chen sand, is very popular in the southern folk, all kinds of witchcraft genre are used, among which the first Miao Xinjiang Wumen.

Chenzhou Fu and Daomen Lingfu are similar in performance, but the core principles are completely different:

The source of the power of Chenzhoufu is not the belief of Sanqing, but the witch god, that is, the twelve ancestors of the ancient times, so Chenzhou can not catch ghosts and demon, even if it is exorcism, it is also the power of the gods, similar to poisoning.

Mu Qingfeng took out a blank plaque from the pocket of his hanging bag, spread it on the table, handcuffed the cinnabar, and painted it on it.

Ye Shaoyang looked at him and painted not an abstract but an abstract picture.

After painting, Mu Qingfeng picked up Chenzhou Fu, and read the spell with Miao language. The volley fluttered, Chenzhou Fuhua made a black gas, and gathered into a shape of a dragonfly.

The mouth continued to open and screamed, and even the clearing of the rain could not help but frown.

Mu Qingfeng stretched his hand on the top of the skull, flipped the palm of his hand, sucked the black gas onto the thumb, and wrapped it around the finger, and was completely absorbed.

Ye Shaoyang noticed that he had a big ring on his thumb, beige, thinking that it should be Huanglongyu or something else.

"Ghosts are manifested. Can Daomen Lingfu do it?" Mu Qingfeng said with some pride.

"No." Ye Shaoyang answered very simply.

Mu Qingfeng's face showed a pleasing color.

Ye Shaoyang immediately said faintly: "Daomen Lingfu, only for the demon slayer, pay attention to practicality, will not change this magic."

Mu Qingfeng's face immediately sank, and then smiled twice, saying: "Ye Daochang wants to come to the mana must be not bad, after entering the tomb, I would like to watch your door."