The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

"Sister, what do you think?" Tu Shan Rong walked into the dark room and said softly.

In the secret room, a red clothes stood with his hands in hand, and only then did he secretly see that Bai Qiye seemed to have changed someone, little cook? But it's not like it at all.

The momentum is straight to the little sister, full of oppression, but unfortunately from a distance, the handwriting of the book brush is a little dramatic. The look of confusion is a bit like the storytelling of that day.

"Rong Rong, do you have an agreement with him? Why did Tu Shan stay well? Is this leaving? Tu Shan Hong was puzzled.

"This matter, er... There is no such thing as this. I think that this white seven nights can't figure out which Terran power, rejuvenation. The undercover agent is in Tushan, and it seems that there is a plan..." Tu

Shanrong stood on tiptoe and whispered in the ear of the red coat.

The hot breath blew into her ears, and the red-clothed body trembled lightly, grabbed the little hand of the girl in the green dress, stared at the green eyes and said seriously:

"Rong Rong, don't lie to your sister, the beam he forged with that Huang Fengling this time." Strangely, when I went, the Yellow Wind Cave had collapsed, and the big demon of Huangfeng Ridge had long since fled, I was afraid that he was lurking up and waiting for the opportunity.

In Tushan, there is still you and I to protect him, but I am afraid that out of Tushan, you and I are beyond reach, the weasel family has always been rewarded, and the heart is cruel

..." "Sister..."

The girl broke away from her sister's hands and stomped her foot in disgust.

"This silly boy has only been in Tushan for ten days, and you are so concerned about his safety, and I don't see that you care about me..."

"Don't worry, since I have some arrangements, then I will take this opportunity to purge the territory of Tushan and see if all ethnic groups have been suppressed for so long, and whether they have any disobedience."

Moreover, it just so happens that Sister Yaya is not there.

"Sister, that day was really Bai Qiye fighting with me.

I was forced to use the power of bitterness to temporarily enter the Demon Emperor Realm. But even so, the huge law power contained in that unpretentious sword move still damaged me, but fortunately, with Sister Yaya's Cold Ice True Intention Seed, it was not a big deal.

Bai Qiye, if you really can't, you can no longer treat it as a Terran teenager.

Tu Shan Rong raised his head and preached seriously.

"Bai Qiye's origin is indeed extraordinary, I have seen a soul thought that escaped from him, just like the ancient divine residence contained in ancient books, the Demon Emperor.

Those golden eyes were so strange that even I felt like I was being seen through.

In the past few days, I have secretly observed and there is no difference. I was busy tinkering with those cauldrons during the day, and I went out at night when it was dark, and when I came back after a while, I came back to practice swords and take a bath..."

Tu Shan asked rhetorically.

"Eh... Rong Rong, pay attention to the Huangfeng Ling weasel family, the last five hundred years of secret notes, the recorded transformation of the great demon, and the tomb site, I want to correspond one by one.

I vaguely felt that this time was not ordinary.

The Tianzi sword secret book in the arsenal, I remember that there is a [Weak Water Sword] also taken out, and I will be with me later. Red

Yi walked out of the secret room and stood at the desk.

"Sister! Okay, I'll just go.

After Tu Shanrongrong left, the red clothes touched the ink-colored characters on the rice paper, and the paper was smooth.

The words are indeed not aesthetically pleasing, not extremely ugly, and not far off.

Tu Shan Hong no longer cares, no matter how ugly it is, it is always much neat than the Taoist ghost drawing.

"Talented lyricist, he is a white-clothed face. Shinobu put his floating name and changed it to a shallow low song. "

I don't know about it, but this Terran boy cooks a good meal. Even Tu Shan Honghong had to admit that after leaving Tu Shan and returning to the Terran race, he could still live a rich and safe life.

Duan so, after watching the boy endure the stench and lean half his body into the dung pit, for the white powder of the pit wall, in order to make that instant fireworks.

Those clear eyes became brighter, just because the fireworks were hard to come by.

Tu Shan Hong is like this, people respect me a foot, I respect him.

.........

Bai Qiye returned to the kitchen and pondered matters related to the grave.

Ropes, ink buckets, Luoyang shovels, flying tiger claws, iron brazing... Black donkey hooves?

Worst! There are no black donkey hooves. In the world of fox demons, Taoist priests are everywhere, can there be no zombies without this thing?

In case you cut out a big rice dumpling, with your own strength, you will be kissed.

"Uncle, uncle, are you there?"

"In!" Feminine and elegant.

Bai Qiye rubbed the roots of his ears, his face full of disbelief, and tentatively said:

"Uncle, brother,?"

"Yes, big brother is here!" Rough and husky.

Now it's normal, Fang clearly heard a squeamish female voice, could it be that the eldest brother is practicing pseudo-sound? Silently complain about the real flowers of play.

"Will there be green-haired zombies crawling out of this old grave?"

"Do you mean the Dryad? Tu Shan is full of spiritual energy, there is no place of great evil and evil, and evil does not gather, and a few little foxes on Tu Mountain practice in their bodies, naturally crushing victory, and will not give birth to this class of evil things, you can rest assured. The sword spirit replied.

Bai Qiye could use the name of donkey meat to burn and send the three demons to catch a donkey in an upright manner, out of the good idea that it was not suitable to kill:

"Then there is no need to prepare black donkey hooves!"

Alternatively, the six-handed blue devil came back early, and you can borrow it to use it. After all, some are too cruel.

Still too kind.

.........

Equipment: ropes, incense candles, white paper, iron brazing...

If the time is not short, Bai Qiye still wants to tie a few TVs and beautiful girls and boys, and burn them together when digging the grave, and it is also counted as a gift.

One should have, only the grave site is owed.

"Uncle, I heard that the ancient Kan Yi technique, dragon hunting point is not a problem, you have lived these long years, such a trail is naturally not a problem?"

After all, Tushan is a demon land, and it is difficult to say whether there is a grave hiding custom, not to mention that the demon belongs to a group, and sometimes there is no bone dregs left, so why go to the coffin into the grave? In the past few days, he has paid attention to investigate, but he has found nothing, and for now he can only hope for the sword spirit.

Not surprisingly, unexpectedly.

"No".

Answering coldly, Bai Qiye turned his head into the kitchen without saying a word, copied out the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the fire stick and ran to the toilet.

"Eh, wait, wait!"

"The peak of Wangyue Peak, you go and see."

If you don't drop the dung pit, your heart will not die, and if you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears.

.........

At night, the bright moon is faintly littered, dotted with starlight.

After Bai Qiye finished practicing his sword and replenished a plate of cold bitter leaves, he bit a bitter branch in his mouth, packed up the tool package, and walked towards Wangyue Peak with a paper doll on his back.

At the foot of the mountain, stone steps can be faintly seen, and the further you go, after passing the pavilion on the mountainside, the neat steps are gone.

Spit on the infrastructure of Tu Shan, open the fire fold and grab the grass along the Z-shaped line to climb the mountain. Fortunately, the forest was lush and the grass was overgrown, and it was a little difficult, and finally climbed the last cliff and reached the top of the mountain when the moon was hanging in the sky.

The top of the mountain is about the size of seven or eight courtyards, facing Dragon Bay, and the moonlight on the sea can be faintly seen.

Sitting on the mountains and looking at the sea, feng shui is excellent.

Bai Qiye roamed for a while, and finally found the grave behind the bushes in the east.

Two short mounds, one large and one small, but three tombstones were erected. Close to each other, surrounded by pine trees, pavilions are like a canopy.

Turning over the backpack, scattering a wad of paper money, pressing three white pieces of paper on the head of the grave to indicate the sacrifice, lighting three candles as a lantern, the dead have a spirit, lighting nine sticks, three sticks in one grave, long fragrance and night light.

"Three, my junior brat is reckless, disrespectful today, and I hope to be listed as the meaning of the sea."

"Burn a paper doll for the three, what style do you like, although you will give it to me in the future, young men and women, as long as you want, Bai Qiye will respond to your needs."

"The three can't stop..." Bai

Qiye stepped forward, pulled away the weeds, and by the faint light of the fire fold, there was no inscription on the two tombstones.

No word monument?

Take a step to the left, see the inscription, and sit down in front of the grave.

Only because of the inscription: Tomb of the Eastern Month.

Just six words, but Bai Qiye fell into deep thought.

To dig or not to dig?