Chapter 150 I count three times to thank the leader of Brother Happy Tyrannosaurus
Qingzhou, Linjiang County.
There is an endless stream of vendors and goons on the long street, which seems to be the same as usual.
The storyteller in the tea house faced a far larger number of guests than before, and wanted to earn two more coppers at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, there were more people listening and fewer people willing to pay.
The common people in Shengdou could not understand the situation, and could only get a few pieces of information about the relationship between Qingzhou masters and demons from the rumors.
But their keen sense of danger is the instinct they rely on for survival.
I sighed when I saw the Yamen officers patrolling the streets, or there were a few more strangers with strange faces and serious expressions in the city.
You have to replace the brown rice in the pot with coarse bran, replace the two pieces of oil residue in the bowl with black pickles, and then exchange the saved copper coins for stored grain and hide it somewhere in the house. An eye-catching place.
A carriage drove slowly through the long street and stopped outside the slightly old Demon-Suppressing General's Mansion. It looked like it had not been renovated for many years.
In front of the door was an old man with trembling hands, holding a broom and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves.
It seemed that he was still a little deaf. It was not until the coachman grabbed the reins to stop the demon horse and shouted three times in a row that the old man raised his head in confusion and said, "Who are you looking for?"
The next moment, the figure walking out of the car made him subconsciously throw away the broom, try to stand up straighter, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Huang Jian is here to follow the general"
< p>The young man tied his hair with a hollow black gold crown, wore a large cloak with a ferocious wolf swallowing the moon, a yin and yang fish pattern embroidered on the collar, a precious jade girdle around his waist, and a three-foot ink knife slung across his body.All this means that the other party is his own master who guards Linjiang County.
But that young and fair face made Huang Jian full of regret and self-blame. He couldn't remember the other person's name even if he tried hard. He was really old and useless
Young young man Pointing her chin, she said in a gentle tone, "Shen Yi has something to report to General Chen Qiankun. Please let me know."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Shen, wait a moment, I'll go right now, I'll go right now." Huang Jian seemed a little flattered, turned around excitedly, and then patted his forehead hard.
He looked back and said, "Sir, General Chen is not in the mansion."
It seemed that Huang Jian's previous shouting had disturbed the inside, and several young captains quickly rushed out. , seeing Shen Yi's dress, he was stunned for a moment, and then one of them seemed to remember something, "You are Lord Shen of Qingfeng Mountain, please come in quickly."
The young captain reacted very quickly and remembered the ban, and the other party slashed The matter of Jiao was a top secret, and even he overheard half of it while the two generals were chatting. Then he was whipped three times by the general and ordered to get out of the camp.
"I didn't expect that General Chen would even invite you back."
A few people invited Shen Yi into the mansion with greetings and greetings. "Master Shen is going to the water." Yunxiang bar"
"What happened?" Shen Yi stopped.
The captains looked at each other and sighed, "I don't know why the Yangchun River Shui Tribe went crazy. The three Jiaojun princes suddenly left the river, causing violence and hurting people. Most of the monster hunters have come to hunt. Chen The general has to keep an eye on the old dragon
"The Yangchun River is more than four thousand miles in front and back, and the two ends are even outside Qingzhou. How can it be so easy to guard. "
"That's all, you'd better get there quickly. ”
The captains did not dare to say it bluntly. The Yangchun Jiang Jiao Clan was clearly trying to beat the old man. Unless General Chen was exhausted, the old dragon would never appear.
Other followers were running along the river bank, cooperating with the monster hunter's ability to track down monsters, and they must capture the three-headed dragon king as soon as possible.
"Don't go yet. "Shen Yi shook his head.
This journey is not in a hurry. Both the green and red two rays and the sky-breaking sun bow have been restored.
But the Heavenly Demon Waidan can still be restored. It is empty, and Bailu's demon elixir has not been used for the time being. After all, the fifth transformation took nearly 3,500 years, and the demon's longevity is obviously still a little short.
"Then you. "Yes." The captains were a little confused.
"Go and earn extra money." "Shen Yi took out the silver bell and passed the message into it.
Soon, the nearby demon hunter pointed him in the general direction.
Under the gaze of everyone, the young man A pair of eyes flickered, like a divine eagle looking into the distance, suddenly soaring into the air, and then turned into a breeze and swept across the sky.
Have any of the captains ever seen such a method displayed by their personal generals? He stood there in astonishment.
Linjiang County, Qiping County
During this time of turmoil, local wealthy people spent money to build a new temple.
It is said that the Yangchun River God can ensure good weather, marry and have children, and deter evil spirits.
I don’t know whether it is true or not.
But Qiping County is also a large county, not Shuiyun Township. That kind of remote place.
Building a wild temple by the river and building one in the county are completely different concepts. But surprisingly, the Demon Suppressor did not say much, just sending a message. The two captains went over and took a look, but no one took care of them.
It was probably because they found that the people were too nervous and in urgent need of spiritual sustenance.
Because of this, In this newly built temple, the incense was extremely popular, and people who came to offer incense formed a long queue.
In the temple, the statue of the god sat solemnly, with his palms flat on his knees, and the luxurious flowing clouds. The shawl hangs down, and there is a straight sword on the waist. The sculpture is ink-colored as a whole, and the solemnity is even more murderous.
Pilgrims knelt on the futon one after another, and the news of the death spread wildly. , their prayers changed from holding a fat boy to keeping their family healthy.
But in this situation, there are two things that are extremely abrupt.
The first is the mountainside. There was a long queue outside the temple, and dozens of people dressed in different costumes came in scatteredly, occasionally reaching out to touch the bell hidden in their belts.
Then there was no incense in the temple.A tall figure who doesn’t even pray.
"Yangchun River God"
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, and found that the statue of the god was looking down at him indifferently, and the smile on his face became more intense.
The curvature of the lip corners is becoming more and more exaggerated.
Until I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Haha"
"In front of me, I call myself the god of Yangchun River"
Jiaojun and the fifth prince laughed He had to make no secret of it, which inevitably aroused dissatisfaction among the pilgrims, who all looked at him with frowns.
In a flash, he suddenly stared back.
A pair of fiercely red eyes shocked all the pilgrims, and the less courageous ones became incontinent on the spot.
"Why am I not qualified to comment on your wild god?"
"It's better than this."
Jiaojun and the fifth prince seemed to enjoy this kind of pre-appetizer play. He put away his ferocious intention and smiled calmly, "Now I plan to eat you. Let me count to three and see if your river god will do it."
Before he could raise his finger, Jiaojun suddenly noticed The surrounding pilgrims all stared wide-eyed.
The next moment, a popping sound suddenly sounded in my ears.
After searching carefully, he found a blood-stained white palm sticking out of his throat.
When the palm was removed, he looked back tremblingly, and what came into view was a slightly swaying black cloak.
The young man stood sideways, holding the scabbard with one hand and looking at himself indifferently.
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