Fuji Avenue

Chapter 198 Let's Go to the Balcony Dream Together

The witch believed in Buer's words, and immediately increased her escape speed to the extreme, pulling Buer back and fleeing wildly to the south.

Unexpectedly, Defang fled for dozens of feet, and the majestic coercion surged like the top of a giant mountain.

"Cultivation above the late stage of the Earth Bridge Realm!"

After only a little contact with the coercion, Buer felt that he could not use his strength and his whole body was on the verge of falling. He probably guessed the realm of this sad-faced monk.

Considering that the witch has three-striped yellow horns, she is equivalent to a monk in the late stage of the psychic realm of the human race.

Just trying to figure out how to deal with it, suddenly a burst of red light flickered in the surrounding sky.

Looking up, the sad-faced monk used some kind of magic weapon to cover the two of them in a huge red silk, blocking the way of life in all directions.

"You two, offend, offend!" Beyond the red silk, an old man Xu He's voice sounded, his words full of guilt and apology.

……

In the brightly lit secret room, Nan Qiuci and Weimeng sat on rather soft and comfortable chairs, their bodies were tied into a rice dumpling by fiery red strings of unknown material.

In this secret room, the wood and water spirits are full and dense.

Nan Qiuci secretly guessed that this place is probably above a certain section of water and wood spiritual veins, and a superior spirit-gathering formation has been built nearby.

The situation was unclear at the moment, so he tried to contact the person in the precept.

The other party did not reply, but fed back an important message, which was enough for him to remain calm for the time being and carefully consider how to delay the time.

Wei Meng was staring intently at the other corner of the secret room, a man covered in blood and scars, whose face could not be seen clearly at all.

But looking at the bloody half of his tail behind him, it can be inferred that this person is also a member of the Xuejing clan.

Looking at his blood-drenched appearance and his bloody face, it's really a bit oozing.

Weimeng somehow felt familiar.

Just now, in the thick yellow fog, the blood-scarred man has been secretly following the two of them.

Whenever the two are in danger, he will help them.

After passing the danger, he disappeared quietly, without knowing why.

Wei Meng tried to invite him over to fight side by side with the two of them, but the blood-scarred man seemed to have been frightened and left without a word.

Until meeting that human monk, Wei Meng and Nan Qiuci were no match at all.The blood-scarred man came to rescue him again, but he was caught here as well.

"Thank you for your grace to save me," Weimeng suddenly asked curiously, and asked the blood-scarred man, "Have we met somewhere before?"

The man with the scar had already turned his back and sat facing the wall.Hearing Weimeng's words, he trembled all over, curled up into a ball, and kept silent.

"So afraid of me?" Wei Meng felt baffled, but she didn't want to make things difficult for others. She stared at him for a while, then turned to look at Nan Qiuci:

"Brother Nan, have you ever met the human monk who arrested us just now?"

Since being rescued by Nan Qiuci, Weimeng has been trying to talk to him, but most of the time, Nan Qiuci ignores him, or only replies with a few words, which makes her really uncomfortable.

Weimeng sometimes thinks to herself: "Why bother to spoil yourself like this."

Not to mention that she was originally a distinguished princess, a princess of the Snow Essence Clan.

Even if it is an ordinary daughter's family, it shouldn't be so low-key to please others.

But it's weird, outrageously weird.

Ever since meeting Nan Qiuci by accident, and being accidentally touched by his tail, Weimeng felt like she was possessed by a demon.

Every time I saw him, my heart would thump uncontrollably, I just wanted to get close to him, listen to him, and chat with him.

Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything, just stay quietly by his side, that would be great.

"Am I bewitched?"

She asked herself countless times, and tried to pull herself out of the demonic barrier.But as soon as I saw his face and heard his voice, all my efforts were in vain.

After thousands of attempts to pull away without success, she simply decided to obey her heart and no longer evade.

"God gave birth to me so beautifully, and cultivated me to be so lovable. Could it be that I can't even take down a human man?"

There was a burning fire of unwillingness in her heart, and she had to use this fire to light Nan Qiuci.

"do not know,"

Nan Qiuci's voice was still cold, like a bucket of ice water poured over: "There are too many monks in the human race, how many have I seen?"

"Are you always so indifferent when talking?" Weimeng sighed

Hearing this, the blood-scarred man hiding in the corner suddenly twitched all over his body, covered his head a little, and let out a hoarse and dry laugh, which was full of disappointment.

After a while, the laughter stopped abruptly, and after a while, there was a faint sobbing sound.The voice was extremely low and imperceptible, but it was obvious that the blood-scarred man was trying to suppress his emotions.

Wei Meng wondered why he would have such a strange reaction, and was staring in a daze when suddenly the door of the secret room was opened...

……

Fuji and the witch were close together, tied tightly by the fiery red string, and drifted involuntarily and rapidly in mid-air.

Behind him was the sad-faced monk, who followed closely in silence.

This fiery red string was transformed from the huge red yarn before, and it seemed to be a third-order magic weapon made of some kind of hard material.Once trapped by it, it is extremely difficult to mobilize mana, and the two are obviously constrained by it.

The witch turned her head and raised her eyebrows at Bu Er, meaning: "Now that things have come to an end, what can you do, don't hide it."

Bu Er gave a wry smile, thinking of what happened just now, he just felt that he was really unlucky to the extreme.

Not long ago, he tried to probe into his spiritual consciousness, and he could see that the pale yellow silk script in the sea of ​​knowledge had returned to its original color, which meant that the magical power of "disaster to the soul" carried on it could already be used.

Another volume of black and white silk books is still speeding up to return to its original color, and it will probably take some time.

He pondered over and over whether he should try to use the magical power of "Misfortune to the Mind" and see what would happen later.Right now, he can still mobilize his spiritual consciousness, and the silk script can automatically extract the mana in the inner sea, so it should not be restricted by the fiery red rope.

The problem is that if you use this supernatural power, you can certainly know the dangers you may encounter in the future.

But it also means that close to one-fifth of mana will be lost at one time.

If there is any emergency later and he has to use the "instantaneous arrival" magical power of the black and white silk script, all his mana will be drained instantly, and he will have no power to resist.

After thinking hard for a long time, I finally made up my mind: "Who knows when this black and white silk book will be restored? Right now, if you can know what will happen in the future and come up with a countermeasure earlier, it will be the best choice. What are you talking about? , Let's do it and see, it seems to be a safe move, but when the danger really comes, if you are caught off guard, wouldn't it be too late to regret it?"

At that moment, a ray of spiritual consciousness was injected into the light yellow silk script, and the silk script really sucked a lot of his mana in an instant.

Unexpectedly, after absorbing enough mana, the silk script flashed yellow and turned into a transparent color again, but it didn't give Fuji any hint about the future at all.

As a result, his previous careful calculations were in vain, and he was naturally very disappointed.

The three of them walked for several miles in the thick fog, and suddenly saw a bright light in front of them, and the thick fog dispersed quickly, revealing a high mountain wall with a big hole in the wall.

The sad-faced monk blindfolded the two of them and sent them into the cave, turning and turning lightly all the way.

When Bu Er opened his eyes again, he had already reached the door of a secret room.

The sad-faced monk controlled a wave of mana and sent the two of them into the secret room, and gently landed on the two soft chairs.

As soon as Bu Er sat down, he saw that Wei Meng was also tied up in the room, and beside him was a man of the human race. Looking carefully at his appearance, it was Gu Naichun's eldest disciple, Nan Qiuci, who had already rebelled against the sect.

"Princess Weimeng?" He was stunned immediately: "Why are you here?"

Weimeng smiled wryly: "The princess is still not screaming. As for how I got here, I am also at a loss."

Seeing that Weimeng was still alive and well, Buer breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about it again, even if he is alive, what can he do? If he falls into the hands of this weird sad-faced monk, who knows what will happen later.

He looked at Nan Qiuci again, only to see that he closed his eyes and rested his mind, completely ignoring him.So, she pouted her chin in the direction of Nan Qiuci, and asked Weimeng secretly if he saved you from the execution ground.

Wei Meng nodded in response.

In this ghostly place, I finally met an acquaintance, Weimeng relieved my depression a little, and asked Buer how he came here.

The two asked and answered a few words.

The witch's beautiful eyes looked at Weimeng, she was naturally extremely surprised.

She had also witnessed Weimeng's demeanor on the execution ground before, but after all, it was far away, and she could only see a head protruding from the frame of the execution vehicle, so she didn't think it was so rare.

Today is so close, the visual impact is even worse, I just feel that this woman is really rare when it comes to the beauty of her appearance.

Seeing Bu Er talking with her, I don't know what it feels like.After listening for a while, he smiled and said, "You two should say something useful to our current situation."

"I knew you before, the two of you are always together..." Wei Meng nodded slightly to her, smiled lightly, and greeted her.

Before he finished speaking, the sad-faced monk also walked into the secret room slowly, frowning tightly, with a sad face, he bowed his hands to several people:
"Everyone, I had to forcibly tie you up today. I had no choice but to forgive you."

Seeing his amiable appearance, which is easy to discuss everything, the witch simply said with a smile: "Your Excellency, since you feel guilty, why don't you untie the bonds on us, everyone is easy to discuss."

The sad-faced monk shook his head: "Now is not the time. Later, I will remove all of your bonds, and let you do whatever you want."

Said, with a wave of his hand, he steered a gust of wind, sent the blood-scarred man out of the secret room, closed the door, and said to the four of them: "I have something that has troubled me for years, and I need the help of the four of you."

All four of them felt a little puzzled, and felt that this person's speech and behavior were all very strange.

After all, Weimeng was kinder and replied: "Senior, your cultivation base is so advanced, how can we help you?"

The sad-faced monk suddenly blushed, his thick lips opened and closed several times, and he looked uncomfortable, and finally sighed after a long while:
"Everyone, I have the audacity to invite you to have a good time in this secret room, to go to the dream of the balcony together, and to climb to the top of Wushan Mountain, it will be considered a great favor to me."

……

Yun Yinzong.

Li Qingyun fled to Zhang Zuo Peak, immediately summoned the three disciples under his sect, Chang Buyan: "Today is the acceptance ceremony of Qi Kexiu, head of Yue Hengzong, please prepare a generous gift, and I will go to congratulate him in person."

Chang said angrily: "Yue Hengzong is just a medium-sized sect like this one, why do you need to congratulate you personally, Master? This person surnamed Qi cut off the spiritual veins of our Southwest, and the brothers in the sect are very angry. Why do you bother?" Raise the prestige of other people's family. It's really not possible, let's see which one of Gu Shishu and the others is free, let's go for you!"

Li Qingyun waved his hand, motioned him to hurry up, and sighed again: "What do you know? Worshiping Buddha should be done on weekdays, and now he has obtained the spiritual veins of our sect for nothing. Although there is nothing wrong with the rules of the sect alliance, morally After all, it was my fault."

"One day, my sect will turn over in the sect alliance and find a big boss to match him up. He is thinking about these seventy-seven-eighty affections, and there may be a chance for the Southwest's spiritual vein to turn around."

Chang Buyan thought: "It's just like this, let Wei Buer represent our sect to participate in the Puppet Valley Ceremony, it's all your fault."

I was so slanderous in my heart, but in the end I still turned around and prepared a generous gift.

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