Chapter 11: Scarecrow (2)

The old man asked: "Catch the demon master? But from the Spirit Palace?"
Xifeng raised his eyebrows: "Why is it coming from the Ling Temple and arguing with the beauty girl in the Ling Temple ... Grandpa, if you want to find someone in the Ling Temple to solve the trouble, well, those two are just fine, especially the man The first master of the temple. "
"The people in the Spirit Palace can't solve this matter ..." the old man sighed. "I have looked for them before, but they were injured by monsters. Recently they wrote that they would send some masters to come, but the girl's illness could not be delayed . "
Xifeng regretted that the person who recommended the Lingdian just now should not be angry. The old grandfather was afraid that he had just passed by the person from the Ling Temple, and this business could not be missed.
It's wrong to grab the rice bowl, but grab the rice bowl of the Ling Temple ... she is happy.
There is a level of demon catching in the spirit hall. The monster that the old man encountered is definitely not simple.
I am afraid that Wuying and Puyu are here to solve this matter.
The disciples of the Spirit Palace were repeatedly injured by monsters, which was detrimental to the reputation of the Spirit Palace, so they sent masters.
However, even the number one master was sent, and Westwind was a little surprised.
But business comes first, and small money comes first, no matter what.
She smiled forward and said, "Grandpa, I am more powerful than the people in the Ling Dian. Please invite me to catch the demon."
The old man saw that she was young and did not have much hope, but there were no more powerful people in this town. The demon catcher also came out of the spirit hall almost every time.
The most important point is that people who dare to be on the street and in the Hall of Spirits should not be ordinary people.
Thinking of this, the old man said: "Please ask the girl and the son to follow me."
Xifeng hurriedly grabbed Qingyuan and followed, seeing that he still had a half-circle crescent-like skin, just a good person in the end, bowed his head and bit off.
So the last west wind ate three buns.
The old man surnamed Zhao is a famous local rich businessman.
Mr. Zhao has seven children under his knees, and each has his own family. Now he lives with his eldest son. The eldest son has four children under his knees, and the youngest is only sixteen.
It was this youngest granddaughter.
"Yu'er said that she was traveling with her female companion that day, and the person came back to be wrong. She didn't eat, sleep, sat all day long, and couldn't hear what we were talking about. The man in the temple came and said she was The monster took the soul. There were five people in the Spirit Palace, but the result was gone forever, and I did n’t know what a powerful monster. "
"I haven't come back after five visits?" This number surprised her slightly. Although she hated the Spirit Hall, the Spirit Hall was indeed one of the best demon catchers. The worst disciples could catch some monsters.
Even if it can't be beaten, there is no signal to call for help.
It's no wonder that Wuying is going to get out.
"Yes, none of them came back."
"Then it's dangerous ..." Westwind rolled his eyes in earnest, "I want to add money."
"As long as my granddaughter is saved, money is not a problem."
Xifeng nodded happily, and a woman outside knocked on the door, saying, "I heard people coming home and I have some refreshments."
The woman was also about seventy years old, and her body was fairly tough, unlike the ordinary little old lady who was ricketing. Her face was white and clean, her face was round, her eyes were kind, she was a kind and nice old lady.
When she entered the back room, Master Zhao went to hold her hand, as if afraid of her falling: "How come you came."
"Isn't it a visitor?" Mrs. Zhao patted the back of his hand gently. "Don't worry, what will happen at home. If the monster really finds the house, it should have happened."
Westwind was "pitted" by Yinzi pretending to lose his soul. He didn't want the same thing to happen again, so he said: "I want to see Yu'er girl first."
Mrs. Zhao said, "Girl please." At the end, she looked at her again. "The girl's age looks similar to that of Yu'er. If you don't feel fully assured, you don't have to take risks. I will take the money and don't worry. "
Westwind still saw such an employer for the first time and could get money without working?
This little old lady is kind.
She almost said shamelessly, then I left ...
The hateful face is still a little thin.
Yu'er is the youngest child of the Zhao family, and he is quite adored. Father and mother do not go out for business all the year round. They were brought up by their grandfather and grandmother since childhood. They followed their grandmother to learn piano, calligraphy and painting. Their temperament was gentle and kind.
As soon as she had an accident, the two elders were in a hurry, and they invited many demon catchers to come one after another, and there was no way to call her back to life.
Xifeng called her a few times, but Yuer didn't answer, but stared staringly ahead, without focus.
"It's a lost soul." Losing a soul is not tricky, but it's a big problem to never return.
With the five little mice in the Lingdian, Xifeng was careful when exploring her soul. Unexpectedly, she quickly found the location of the soul.
The cautious Xifeng did not immediately pass by. She first came out of the Zhao family and planned to find a place to sleep for the night. The monster's demon power will weaken a lot during the day, and her danger will be smaller, so it is imperative to find a hotel to stay.
She walked out of the gate of the Zhao family and looked at the stone lion beside her. Qingyuan was still waiting there. It was the same position at the beginning, and it is still that position.
Qingyuan leaned his head when he heard the sound and said, "When did you swallow me?"
Xifeng, who wished to go back and slap himself half an hour ago, said: "... I'll say it again later, I'm sleepy, aren't you sleepy?"
Qingyuan honestly replied: "Not sleepy."
"..." Xifeng walked while covering his head, "I don't listen, I don't listen, you monster."
This person who has been sleeping for 100,000 years can't be sorry for himself for 10,000 years, right?
She found an inn, asked the price, and accepted it, so she asked for a room.
The shopkeeper looked at the man behind her and looked at her again. She didn't pick up the woman's bun, but she only needed one room. She kindly asked, "Girl and son only need one room?"
"Well." Xifeng said, "He slept on the roof. If the shopkeeper heard the movement of the roof in the middle of the night, don't think it was a mouse ..."
Speaking of mice, she snapped the table: "Qingyuan, what about my small fire?"
Since she was slapped into the sky, she has never seen it again.
Qingyuan's eyes looked very complicated: "You finally found it was gone."
Westwind smiled awkwardly: "After all, it used to run like this before ..."
She finished her guilty conscience and took the door key to open the door. Opening the door, she realized that someone was following, and she turned and said: "You sleep on the roof, good, the roof can see the moon, how good."
Qingyuan seriously reminded: "There is no moon tonight."
"..." Why didn't this guy lose the chain at the critical moment? Would he be black and black? Westwind frowned and slapped the key in his palm, "I'm going to sleep on the roof."
Qingyuan nodded: "Okay."
Xifeng looked at him and really wanted to squeeze his skin. How thick is it? Such a big five-three-thick dragon let the girl sleep outside.
"West wind."
Qingyuan called her, and Westwind's heart jumped, but the next moment he forcibly suppressed the emotion. This dragon has no EQ, and it is absolutely impossible to change with her.
"How do I unlock the key?"
Humph! really!
Xifeng hummed and opened the door, and Qingyuan replied: "Why is it locked, so troublesome, this kind of thing, anyone can split with one finger."
"... Master Qinglong, our mortals are not so aggressive, thank you. Be good, go to bed."
She finally coaxed him in, and gathered her clothes up to the roof, and found a place to lie down. The rubble was uncomfortable to lie down, but the westerly wind that used to sleep on the roof trunks and the temple did not feel any problem. As long as you close your eyes, you can fall asleep at any time.
She yawned and heard a slight smile in her ear. She opened her eyes suddenly. There was a clothing corner fluttering in front of her. The gray color fell into her eyes.
The low voice calls this name, making Wuying not like a thousand years of ice.
The hand had touched from the corner of the clothes, slipped inadvertently, slipped and slipped ... Wu Ying grabbed the hand that was about to retreat after pulling out his purse, and said stiffly: "Release."
Xifeng immediately sat up, grabbed and let go, and cried, "No meat, poor."
Wuying looked at her for a while, and finally let go. Then she saw that she had packed her purse indiscriminately, and she was guarded, as if afraid that he would it back.
"How to make myself so poor."
Xifeng glared: "It's not because your Spirit Palace is robbing me of my job. People want to catch the demon. The first person to look for is the Spirit Palace, but the Spirit Palace is very powerful. division."
Wuying looked at her and said, "Even if it's so poor, I won't come back." He paused and grabbed her jade pendant's hand again. "Release the paw."
"Oh." Xifeng glanced reluctantly at the jade pendant, which could be a lot of money.
When she thought of something, she took out the mirror in her arms. The gems on it hadn't come back. Will it appear? In the arms every day, a gust of wind blew, and the corners of the mirror stood out. , The belly is out of shape.
"You have changed," Wuying said, "becoming more beautiful, and carrying a small mirror with you, just like your sister."
"You, have the time to control the rude and beautiful sister, treat her beautifully and commit murder, and it's her." Xifeng didn't have a good complexion when she thought of being opposed to herself everywhere.
"Who is that Tsing Yi man during the day?"
"It's my backer."
Wuying looked at her and said, "You don't even need the Spirit Hall, find a man to be a backer ..." He seemed to understand what, "You like him."
Xifeng laughed out loud: "I don't like him, I and he are innocent ..."
"The ..." What? Wait, what is the relationship between the two?
Non-master, non-employer, non-friend.
She paused, wondering what words to use to describe their relationship, and suddenly a cyan shadow appeared beside her.
"West wind."
The voice fell, and Wuying and Xifeng discovered where he was.
Wuying was slightly surprised. Where did he come from?
How did he hide his breath so that he didn't notice it?
He was not surprised by Xifeng, who was accustomed to his strength against the sky, and asked, "Why?"
Qingyuan pondered: "I thought, you don't need to sleep on the roof, I won't sleep either. Because we can, sleep together."
Shadowless: "..."
Westwind: "..."
No, brother, don't look like this in your eyes, we are not that kind of relationship!
you listen to me! Your thoughts must be pure, Brother!