Chapter 151: Long autumn water

In the bamboo pavilion, Que Xianming played cards with Feiyu, Chichu and Phantom.
No matter in the world or in the demon world, it is the least fun to concentrate on this kind of entertainment such as playing cards. It is necessary to play and chat while chatting and bragging to help develop friendship.
Que Xianming shuffled his cards skillfully, lowering his voice and asking, "Have you seen something along the way? When did the two come together?" He tilted his head and gestured to the direction of the bamboo tower.
Feiyu replied casually: "It's been a long time. Don't you know?"
The heart of the gossip of Que Xianming rises: "Did that mink say that he likes Ji Xiao, or Xiao Xiuyun? Old or small?"
The same question, he also asked Meng Xueli himself in the secret of Hanhai, but he was chased by Meng Xueli with a thump.
Chichu's ten fingers are like enclave code cards, wondering: "Old little, is there a difference?"
Que Xianming did not respond: "What do you mean?"
Chichu saw that he really did n’t understand. He touched his sleeves and
snapped
a stack of textbooks. One finger poked the cover: "" Yunxuefengyuelu ", this is him," Half-Life Peach Blossom Edge " He, "Human Ghost Sword Love", this is him ... these are all him! What else have you seen? Take it out and share it! "
Feiyu said: "The strongest in the world, the strong is strong in the change of identity, the story is not the same, do you agree?"
Que Xianming got up, he was too flustered, his sleeves swept off the jade card on the table, and the floor was spattered: "Don't joke!"
Chichu: "Who is kidding you?"
Que Xianming: "Just the last one I know ?!"
Fei Yu showed sympathy: "Yes, it's you."
Chi Chu urged: "This is a terrifying secret. You are the best friend of Snow Mountain King, keep it secret."
Que Xianming was stunned and felt that the world was magical. Ji Xiao didn't die? He also sneaked into the Changchun Peak of Hanshan, planning to turn Meng Xueli to run?
Mirage picked up the jade card on the ground and nudged the sleeve of Que Xianming: "So this game should be counted as my win."
He has no money in his pocket, and every time he loses, he will be squeezed by the other three monsters. Qiao Xianming said that this is called "taking face to pay debts."
Que Xianming eased his head and smiled with his head down: "You win. But I have no money."
After all, he took the mirage's hand and touched his cheek: "That's all done."
Mirage wants to cry without tears: "I won't fight anymore."
The game ended and the three monsters yawned for days. Weique Xianming stayed awake all night, and in the early morning of the next day, he couldn't help it. He went to Meng Xueli and asked what happened.
Chenguang Xiwei. Meng Xueli was sitting in front of the mirror, and the soft blue silk was scattered like a waterfall, and Ji Xiaoxiao was slapped in the hand and combed to the end.
When Que Xianming came to visit, he was seeing this scene. The light golden sunrise covered them, and Meng Xueli's black hair and satin turned against the shimmer, the two stood one by one, one was cold and one warm, and the fairy couples were extremely harmonious.
After Meng Xueli reinvented the human body, the biggest change was the hair color, which changed from Cancan silvery white to inky black. Que Xianming used to be unsatisfactory. For the first time at this moment, he felt that this person was not bad.
He couldn't help raising his mouth.
A friend is a man, and marriage is not bad.
"Aque, you're here." Meng Xueli seemed to expect the peacock to come and smiled at the mirror.
Ji Xiao fastened his headband, put down the wooden comb, and smiled at him in the mirror.
Que Xianming responded and looked at Xiao Xiao himself. The person is still indifferent, but the state is completely different from last night. If you want to describe it, just like you grilled fish by the river and ate the fish all night, tidy up in the morning and then set off-eat and drink, refreshed.
Que Xianming raised his eyebrows and thought of what method Meng Xueli had used to coax the invincible Jianzun in the world into submission.
"I talk to Aque about the demon clan, and I have to convene a big demon meeting today. You are not convenient to show up." Meng Xueli reached out from the wide sleeve, hooked Xiaoxiao's little finger, and shook gently.
Ji Xiao nodded slightly, expressing his understanding, he also has other things to do: "I go to heaven to see."
Meng Xueli: "How careful you are."
Que Xianming was speechless. If you say heaven is heaven, it ’s like eating and drinking.
Seeing Ji Xiao go out, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his body into a paralyzed chair: "Well, aren't you two friends? Is there any inconvenience?"
The demon clan was badly hit by this and urgently needed to recuperate. At this juncture, I was afraid that the invasion of the other two realms would worsen the situation. When the demon king and Jianzun marry, the demon have some scruples, they dare not use one enemy to two, and the three realms can maintain peace. The minded demon clan knows that this is good for the demon world.
Meng Xueli didn't answer, brewed a cup of tea, and pushed it to the hand of Qian Xianming, while releasing his sense of consciousness, and confirming that Ji Xiao was walking away, he asked, "Where did you get that terrifying mirror?" "
Que Xianming smiled and disappeared: "It's a long story, but also parted ways from the mysterious realm of the sea ..."
Immediately drink tea to sip your mouth and tell yourself what happened. It can be said that the golden cage trapped by Hu was too fat to be fed, so I wouldn't mention it if I couldn't fly.
Meng Xueli clapped the table: "Does it make sense! You have no injustice and no hatred, why should he lie to you? Just because you are my friend? I have endured him for a long time!"
Que Xianming sighed: "He is Madoka."
"What Madoka?"
Que Xianming anxiously said: "Hu Xiaoyuan, don't you remember? I did evil when I was young."
"You ..." Meng Xueli was speechless and his mood was extremely complicated. Why did Hu Xiaoyuan become Hu Chao, why? !
But I wonder if Que Xianming shares his opinion: Why did Xiao Shiyun become Ji Xiao, why? !
Meng Xueli asked: "Then? You stole his treasure mirror and came to the demon world to seek revenge on Lingshan?"
Que Xianming sighed again: "I was trapped in a golden cage by a chain. Where can I get it? He let me in. He sent him invitations from the Lingshan General Demon Conference. He sent Chunshui and Qiuguang to carry the treasure mirror and took me by the way No, I mean go to the meeting with a cage. "
Meng Xueli said in a deep voice: "Not by the way, he had calculated that you would steal the treasure mirror."
The two complex arrays of Fengyue City cannot be completed by Lingshan alone. Who is pointing him?
"You said, is he all good ?!" Que Xianming got up and saw Meng Xueli nod, and rushed out immediately.
"What are you doing!" Meng Xueli pressed the shoulder of Que Xianming.
"I went to the world and asked him to make it clear! Ask him what he wanted to do."
Que Xianming thought, big deal and be locked again. Moreover, Chunshui and Qiuguang treated him well. He stole the treasure mirror without saying goodbye, causing the two women to be sad and worried. Bye-bye always explained one or two.
"Wait. There is a demon coming." Meng Xueli stopped Que Xianming, and Chi Chu's voice just sounded outside the door: "King, blood vine demon begs to see."
Meng Xueli cleared his throat: "Pass him in."
Qixian took a deep breath, calmed her emotions and arranged the instrument, and opened the door pretentiously.
Outside the door, Chichu and Que Xianming were generally decent and dedicated to supporting the scene of the demon king for Meng Xueli.
The Blood Vine demon made a formal salute and lowered his eyebrows: "What the King ordered yesterday was done by his subordinates."
He is the court director of Lingshan, and he feels awkward in his identity. In order to show his loyalty to the new king and work extra hard, he came to see him early in the morning.
Bloodvine demon presents the book: "Please look over the king."
Que Xianming was a little surprised. They were busy rescued injured demon, cleaned up the rubble, placed the wounded and buried the dead bodies yesterday. Meng Xueli's doppelganger has no skills, but still has the energy to rectify the old part of Lingshan?
He also listened to the blood vine demon: "This is only a rough number. The demon kings in different places are different in appearance. The servants brought into the city cannot be counted, but the maximum is not more than one thousand, and the minimum is not more than one hundred.
Que Xianming discovered that he was wrong. Meng Xueli sent this demon to count casualties.
Meng Xueli glanced through the books at a glance, calmly said: "You did a good job, go on."
Bloodvine demon respects thanks, Chi Chu closes the door and leads him back. There are only broken walls and ruins in the palace of the demon king, and the remote Zhuliguan has not been affected, and it temporarily serves as the new king's palace. If any big demon has something to tell, he will come here to see the king of Snow Mountain, and Chi Chu will talk and lead the way.
Although Meng Xueli became the demon king again, although he was forced by circumstances to catch the duck on the shelf, since he did it, the burden of responsibility rested on his shoulders.
The number of inhabitants in the inner city of Fengyue City, the number of invitations issued by the Ten Thousand Demon Assembly, and the number of demon invited to enter the inner city ... No demon knows these numbers better than the vine of the court. It is said that he can extract vine branches and transcribe more than ten invitations at the same time. Looking at how many demon clan survived today, we know the number of casualties the night before.
"How is it?" Que Xianming asked.
"Overnight, 30,000 died and 60,000 were seriously injured. This ten thousand monster conference was even worse than our‘ Battle of the Plains ’fight.
Meng Xueli sighed in a heavy mood.
The Snow Mountain King once fought for the four sides of the unified demon world. Every time he went to the place, he first proposed to fight with the local demon king. The other party could choose ten demon players to help out, and he picked eleven, and the opponent was convinced. Therefore, despite successive years of battle, there were not many casualties among the demon soldiers.
Until the demon kings who opposed him joined together to form a huge coalition, a demon proposed: "Na Min came from the snow mountain, I am afraid he is best at mountain and glacial combat, not good at open plain battle, we fight the plain, or we have a chance.
In this battle of the plains, fighting for seven days and seven nights, King Snow Mountain won the final victory and officially established the status of demon king. At that time, King Snow Mountain said: "Within ten years of the demon world, it is not appropriate to start a large-scale war again."
Who would have expected the rebellion of Lingshan and the slaughter of the old Ministry of Snow Mountain; the Wanshen Conference was launched twice, and the night was shocked. The situation was even worse than the battle of the plains.
Qin Xianming thought about this, and his heart was filled with feelings. He saw with his own eyes that countless demon died in pain, and even died for some reason. They rushed to Fengyue City from all directions, cherishing good expectations, indulging in the fragrance of flowers and wine, and wanting to witness the glory of the demon race, sincerely believe in the beautiful future described by Lingshan ...
Lingshan brought about this horrible disaster, but Lingshan is dead. The dust disappeared, and the corpse did not survive.
Que Xianming gritted his teeth and said, "How can Madoka help you to abuse ?!"
"It's not about helping the abuse, it's about pushing the boat down the river." Meng Xueli said seriously, "Aq, listen to me, he's not your Madoka."
"No." Que Xianming slumped down as if he had been rid of his strength. "You don't let me go to him and ask clearly, what else can I do?"
Meng Xueli took a deep look at Que Xianming: "No matter what his purpose is, the evil of the demon clan has become a fact. Even if you ask him, what can you ask? You can't kill him again."
"Yes." Que Xianming was stung by these words and said astringently: "I just hate that I can't kill him."
Meng Xueli whispered: "I might be able."
Finch Xianming was shocked, and his heart was turbulent: "You, do you want to kill Hu Wu?"
Meng Xueli raised an index finger and made a "hush" gesture: "Don't say it. This matter is not going to happen overnight. I need to wait for my buddy to restore his identity, wait for me to use the powerful demon power in my body, and wait for the demon world situation Stability ... we have to think long. "
Meng Xueli went to Yunyu with Ji Xiao last night. After refreshing this morning, he plans to kill his brother. This thing sounds ridiculous, and even a bit ruthless.
It can be said that the grudge between Meng Xueli and Hu Chao has been settled for a long time.
He suspected that Hu Chao was involved in the death of Ji Xiao, although he had no evidence, and it seemed that Ji Xiao himself did not want to find out. If there is only one thing, he can also let Ji Xiao make a choice and respect the decision of the Tao Lu.
But the fact that Fengyue City helped the layout of Lingshan implicated the lives of tens of thousands of demon races, and Meng Xueli could no longer tolerate it!
He loves Ji Xiao. If necessary, he is even willing to give his life in exchange for Ji Xiao's life.
Just like the choice he made in the demon palace. Although there is a desire to save oneself and save the demon clan, but in the end there is only one sentence. The last word he wants to say is not how the human clan, the demon clan, and the three realms are. .
However, this fierce and deep love can not eliminate his dangerous thoughts.
He wanted to kill Hu Wu. Even if Ji Xiao knew that she was angry and painful, even if they couldn't return to the past.
Que Xianming was shocked: "Have you thought about it?"
"I can't count him on the reasoning of the conspiracy. I can only kill him!" Meng Xueli reached out his hand: "It's the two of us again, will you help me?"
Que Xianming looked at his eyes. Meng Xueli changed from a demon to a man, his pupil color changed, but his eyes regained his firmness.
Inexplicably, Que Xianming remembered a long time ago, at that time, there were no Jixiao, Huhu, or even Lingshan, or thousands of demon soldiers.
Only the two of them together.
Laughing together, fighting and fighting together, handing each other back.
"Snapped!"
Crisp applause sounded, and Que Xianming held his hand tightly: "Of course. I will help you."

In the early autumn of the world, the sky is clear and the forest is deep.
Hanshan is in the north, and Mingyue Lake is in the south. Thousands of miles apart, facing each other, the mountains and rivers lingered.
The disciples of Hanshan who had participated in the conference had already left for more than a month before the "Autumn Tea Fried Tea Party".
It's been a long time since I went down the mountain.
The team was led by Lord Chong Bifeng. The young disciples did not wear martial arts robes and only dressed normally; they did not ride flying instruments, but used light body techniques to move over mountains and rivers, like a group of swordsmen who traveled far and wide with swords.
Passing through the market and resting, I often listen to people talking about how Hanshan is. The disciples are very interested and do not care much. Seeing the road was uneven, he drew his sword to help, stopped and walked out of the north for half a month.
The further south, the more rivers there are, and the people change the waterway, gradually approaching the boundary of Mingyue Lake. The air is humid, the spirit is rich, and the landscape is more beautiful.
There are rolling green hills on both sides of the strait, thousands of miles of water waves are vast, the boat travels on the water, and the waves of the road open, and they disappear quickly. The white flying birds fluttered in flocks, rising and falling among the clear waters of the green mountains.
The boat wobbled, looking at the mist and mist. It is a completely different scenery from Gu Gao Han Mountain.
As for the rift in Skyrim, monks and mortals gradually became accustomed to it. Anyway, it is there, without pain or itching, but it can be regarded as a strange landscape.
The weather is cooler and the moon shadow is getting rounder. Disciple Hanshan began to meet other practitioners who were on their way.
Most of the people who came by boat were poor repairs, small schools, and they were reluctant to sit, or could not afford flying instruments.
The Sanxu League is not the poorest, but still owes money to Qian Yuzhi, and it is not good for extravagance and waste, so he also takes a boat.
Yu Qishu stood on the bow of the ship and looked at the scenery, not far away, and saw a familiar figure on the other ship—the girl in the alley of Hanmen City, who seemed to be named Qingdai.
After three encounters, it's still a chance. Yu Qishu waved his hands happily.
Qingdai hadn't agreed yet, and three or four of her around Xiu's face suddenly changed:
"I'm going! Look, that kid again! Why didn't he wear Hanshan robe?"
"What's the matter with him? Isn't he growing too fast? The last time I saw him in the alley, it was clearly not the case!"
"Call him over, let's try him!"
Qingdai whispered a warning: "Pay attention to the size, do not have incidents before the conference."
A freelancer shouted loudly: "Do Taoists also go to the meeting? Where do Taoists come from?"
Yu Qishu replied: "North."
"That's so far. It's not easy to come here. Come and eat a grilled fish and drink two small bars."
The Hanshan disciples heard this and told Yu Qishu: "Brother Yu, be careful, those scattered repairs have no way to come."
"It's okay, there are Taoists you know."
Yu Qishu had no doubt about him. He lifted his breath and leaned over. Between the two landings, he flew more than twenty feet, and fluttered lightly on the other ship. The bow of the ship was unshakable.
The aura is rich in water, and the fish is also fat and delicious. After roasting, the outer coke is tender and tender, and the aroma diffuses with the wind.
Several masters of the Sanxiu League tried Yu Qishu's behavior in a variety of ways, but did not find out the depth, but were surprised and suspicious. But Yu Qishu really came to eat fish and wiped her mouth away after eating.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I don't think it's a reward, this is for you." Yu Qi touched her sleeves and took out a few branches of hypericum. "A little local specialty."
The public scattered repair holding peach branches, dumbfounded, at a loss.
Since the split of Hanshan, Meng Xueli's identity has become a mystery, and the sales of peach blossoms in Changchun Peak have declined slightly. Qian Zhenren bought Yu Qishu's Jinyi Chinese costume and precious swords, so that he could take advantage of this meeting to bring goods, and he also deliberately explained to him. As long as he made friends or see who was pleasing to the eye, he would send a piece of periwinkle flowers to help hypericum products advertise.
So when the Hanshan sword faction arrived at Mingyue Lake, Yu Qishu became famous first.
"Second disciple of Meng Xueli, the handsome sword repairer who sent peach blossoms every time he came."
Along the autumn waterway, the blessed and lucky name.