Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

There is a statue in the gods. It is the image of a middle-aged man with a long hair shawl, a sky blue robes, a dusty green handle in his hand, and a cinnabar-colored vertical eye at the eyebrow.

The image is gentle and elegant, and it comes with an indescribable prestige.

"Who is this, very handsome." Ye Shaoyang could not help but say.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xiao Jiubai gave him a look and pointed to the tablet below the gods. The above words were written in 篆: the Qingtian Master.

There is also a nameplate below, engraved with a few judgments:

Open up the heavens and clear the way, talk about the theory of the Bible and travel to Beijing.

Wu Qi Chao Yuan Chuan Miao Wei, Sanhua Juding performance no life.

“Tongtian teaches the Lord?” Ye Shaoyang was a little surprised. “You Qingshan Mountain dedicated to the Heavenly Master?”

"We are a demon, naturally dedicated to heaven."

Xiao Jiu explained to him, "There is exactly the opposite of human beings and human beings. The teachings and the teachings are completely complete. There is no one to teach. All of our demon people are dedicated to the Heavenly Master. Of course, the miracles are not, just with you. The Huang Guan, the master of the law, is the interpretation of the teachings."

Ye Shaoyang wondered: "Is the Gongge faction not a person to teach? How is it to teach?"

"People teach their disciples, after they become immortals, they have no flesh. The nature of cultivation is to teach the magic."

Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but feel funny. "He is a good man." Suddenly thought of something. "Right, I remember you said before. Many of the wizards here are dead, passing through the space, why do I talk to this today? Huang Guan is fighting, but his body is substantial?"

Xiao Jiu smiled: "Any spirit is substantive here, just like a ghost in a ghost field. It is also a physical being. You can eat and drink, and you can work."

"Oh, this way, why are there young people here, and the mana is not so good, like this mage, even if you die, you have no chance to come here? You also said that there is no human reproduction here."

"They are mostly demon, there are evil spirits, the spirits of the Qing dynasty are full, and the evil spirits produce quite a lot. Most evil spirits will choose to join the martial art, one will seek asylum, and the second is to cultivate for themselves. The only way out."

Ye Shaoyang thought about everything and looked at the gods of the Heavenly Master. Although he knew the saying of "one gas, three clears" from an early age, he was the first to see the **** of the Heavenly Master.

Although the "three religions" belong to the Taoist temple, the spells are similar, but the teachings are different.

The doctrine of interpretation is to "explain the truth of the world". It believes in the predecessor of the Yuqing Yuan Dynasty. The people believe in the morality of the Taiqing, that is, the Taijun Laojun. The doctrine is "teaching the world to derive everything." The Qingling Lingbao Tianzun is also the master of Tongtian.

The road to Da Yan is fifty, Tian Yan is forty-nine, and one is going to one. The one that goes here is the one taken by the education and the six evolutions. Therefore, the teaching of interception is to "take a line of life", so the teaching has no class, and it is mainly a variety of ghosts.

Xiaojiu suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, patronize and talk, I forgot that you still have injuries! Come with me."

Open the bead curtain of the side room and let Ye Shaoyang enter.

Ye Shaoyang went into the house and looked inside. It was like the boudoir of the rich lady in the ancient film and television drama. There was a dressing table with some incomprehensible gadgets and a very simple bed with a top. With the green bedding, I immediately thought of two words in my mind: the boudoir!

"Is this... suitable?"

"You said it!" Xiaojiu pushed him to the bed and let her squat. The soft bed was covered with a hint of fragrance. Ye Shaoyang took two noses and said: "It's so good, what is this?"

"What spices can be used on the bed, not because people often sleep."

"Hey, you mean, this is yours... body fragrance?"

Looking around, Xiaojiu's face was reddish.

Ye Shaoyang secretly spit out his tongue and smelled the scent again. The bottom of his heart could not help but give birth to a strange feeling...

Xiao Ji grabbed a piece of paper from the dressing table and threw it into a square ding, and the paper burned itself.

"What is this?"

"Call people."

After a while, two girls came in outside, one was Azi, whom Ye Shaoyang had seen before, and the other was wearing yellow clothes. The guess was Ahuang.

Azi Chong erected his thumbs up. "The performance before the owner is really admirable and deflated!"

Xiaojiu changed a look and ordered them to take the wound medicine. After a while, Azi sent a small bottle, and A Huang took a hot scarf.

"Without your business, you can go out."

The two did not dare to say a word, go out immediately.

"The Lord wants to take medicine for him personally?" From the room, A Huang said with a low voice.

A Zixiao smiled. "Even his bed made him sleep, and what happened to the medicine."

A Huang Wei was in a daze, then nodded and said: "Yes, the Lord's boudoir, or the first time let the man go in, can't imagine."

Wherein I gets in the following.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

I don't know what medicine it is. It is very comfortable on the wound, but the most pleasant thing about Ye Shaoyang is the soft touch of Xiaojiu's palm. I can't help but feel:

"I can lie on the bed of the nine-tailed fox and accept her personal medicine. It is estimated that there are not many in the world?"

Xiao Jiu’s action stopped and said: “Only one of you will not have a second one in the future.”

Ye Shaoyang has a heart in his heart.

After taking the medicine, Xiaoji used a pair of shawls to bandage him. He turned him to the front and saw a few scars on his neck. Even Ye Shaoyang didn’t know when he left. Xiaojiu sat on the bedside. He bent over and continued to apply medicine to him. The faces of the two men were separated by at most twenty centimeters. Ye Shaoyang could clearly see each of her eyelashes.

This delicate and extreme beauty, as well as the fascinating aroma of her body, Ye Shaoyang's breathing is getting more and more urgent, suddenly grabbing her soft little hand.

Xiaoji gently pumped it, and he did not resist. He bowed his head and asked, "What happened?"

"This hurts nothing, no need to apply medicine." Ye Shaoyang climbed up from the bed with a sense of reason, got up and walked to the window, took a strong breath and spit it out.

A little bit, I couldn’t help myself.

Xiao Jiu also breathed a sigh of relief. He was suddenly caught in the hand and thought he was going to... The key was that moment, he did not expect to resist!

"For Shaoyang, what did you say to Huang Guanzhu before, how could he be inexplicably defeated, and then he was still mean to you?"

"This... you really want to know?"

Little nine nodded.

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head with some shame. "First, let's say, you can't beat me after listening. I didn't have a way at the time. I didn't mean to swear at you, and I can guarantee that he didn't mean anything to you. It was purely me." of."