The Journey of Flower: The ghost door is wide open

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　　 "You don't sleep well, carrying your baggage, where do you want to go sneakily?" Shufeng, who was sitting on the tree in charge of letting out the wind, looked at her funny.

Hua Qiangu trembled, and quickly hissed with her index finger: "Don't mention that word!"

"Which word?"

"Ghost characters!"

Suddenly reacted and quickly covered his mouth, looking around, as if ghosts would pop out around at any time.

"Are you planning to sneak away alone? You didn't even bring that caterpillar?"

"My sugar treasure is not a caterpillar. I am afraid of danger with her. Eleven brothers and Qingshui will take care of it here."

"Where are you going to go alone?"

"I'm going to Maoshan. It's not far from Maoshan. It will be here in two or three days. I have left the book to Brother Eleven. Anyway, I will temporarily separate from everyone to avoid the limelight of the Ghost Festival. If you pass the book together, otherwise everyone will be dragged down by me. How come the ghosts are getting more and more powerful these years! Although we are only some people who cultivate immortality, at any rate Eleven Brothers can be regarded as half immortals because of their high mana. The guy floats around and is not afraid at all!"

"Okay, a good journey." Shuofeng lay on a thin branch, swaying up and down with the wind like a swing.

"Huh?" Hua Qiangu didn't expect him to be so simple, but it was a bit strange.

Shook his hand and didn't reply: "Goodbye, be careful to fall off."

As soon as the words fell, the branch on which Shufeng was lying broke off. He quickly turned over another branch and glared at her.

Hua Qiangu looked at the sky helplessly. She really didn't mean it, but she was rather declining.

Walking forward alone in the dark, from time to time I heard the howling of ghosts and wolves in the mountains and forests, and I missed my dog ​​fur coat very much.

The right hand is holding the hilt of the Suannian Sword, the left hand is still holding the string of Buddhist beads, oh oh, because I haven’t used it in Changliu Mountain for four or five years, and I haven’t been to the temple to clean it. I just took it out. At that time, it was a little moldy and hairy, and I don't know how much spiritual power is left.

The bell on the sword rang every step, it seemed ethereal and terrifying in the middle of the night, but I don't know why it made her feel less scared, as if the master was by her side.

Several ghost fires floating in the distance felt her breath and slowly drifted towards her. Then more and more Yingying ghost fires gathered around her, forming a huge fireball, enclosing her in the center. The surrounding trees soon scorched, and she shivered fiercely, and her hair and eyebrows had begun to freeze.

Dead, I am afraid that only she can attract so many spectacles of ghost fires. If this continues, the blood flow and internal organs will soon be frozen by the cold flames. Huaqiangu muttered the formula silently, and a stream of water shot out from her palm, extinguishing the ghost fires in front of her.

But the fragrance-free real water she can use is only so little. Without saying a word, she just ran away.

The wild fires like a river rushed behind her, eager to cry without tears, soaring up, flying up and down in mid-air from time to time. The countless ghost fires followed her up and down from time to time, pulling out a long curve like the Milky Way, which was truly spectacular and beautiful. But at this time Hua Qiangu didn't have the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Seeing that there was a river in front of him, he planted it in the water from mid-air.

Sinking under the water, Hua Qiangu held her breath and started her indecent dog planing style. There was also a bit of wildfire under the water, but it was much less than that on the shore. Because the water temperature was relatively low, they didn't notice her presence. They floated around in the water, like shining stars, while the whole bottom was like the boundless night sky.

Hua Qiangu finally breathed a sigh of relief and swam strenuously towards the shore.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and then he was gone again. what? Hua Qiangu looked around, feeling a little bit timid, and quickly started swimming underwater.

It faintly felt my nose itchy. I wanted to sneeze but couldn't get it out. Something was in the nose. She stretched out her hand, but she pulled out a strand of long, long white hair and got goose bumps all over her body. White hair? It's not hers.

Going around a dark stone, the long white hair that suddenly rippled like seaweed in the water covered her face, and countless hairs went straight into her nostrils, and they wrapped her neck tightly.

Hua Qiangu glanced intently, and a woman's head was so big that she leaned in front of her, her mouth and face were soaked, all swollen and pale rotten flesh, grinning white Sensen's teeth, constantly beating up and down. Smiled at her. The two eyeballs that were bulging like a goldfish were about to burst out, and the blister was obviously twice as big as the eye sockets and couldn't fit in at all. The two nostrils were full of maggots, the fleshy twisting and struggling, how disgusting and disgusting.

Hua Qiangu was so frightened that she closed her eyes and dared not look any more. She just struggled to float up, but she was gradually entangled in her long white hair and couldn't change her breath. He forgot all the formulas and spells.

But suddenly something hugged her leg, and when she looked down, it was the headless body of the female ghost, pulling her down continuously.

Hua Qiangu couldn't hold his breath, choking water. This is over. You must drown here before being eaten by ghosts. Oh, oh, after drowning, I am also a ghost, and I will seek revenge from you at that time!

While struggling in a panic, he suddenly touched the Sword of Shunen, trying to calm himself down. Just as his mind moved, Duannian was out of her sheath, cut off the female ghost's long white hair, and cut off her hands again.

Hua Qiangu held the Duan Nian Sword with her right hand, and sent a wave of attacks on the female ghost with the water control with her left hand. Using the reverse thrust of the water, she flew out of the river with Duan Nian Sword and stopped on the bank.

Hua Qiangu coughed up water. If she was underwater for a while, she would drown and no one would give her artificial respiration.

She was scared by ghosts since she was young, so why is she so pitiful!

Looking up at the ghost fire, she slowly began to condense again, and she sighed weakly. Master, it's not that she deliberately didn't walk and use swordsmanship. If you don't run for your life, you will never see your beautiful and cute little apprentice again. Who made her imperial wind skill so much worse than the speed of imperial sword skill!

Without a word, Hua Qiangu jumped on the Duan Nian Sword, swiftly stunned, and flew away in despair.

After tossing all night, she was exhausted. This time has already passed, the ghost festival has come, the ghost gate has opened, and there will be more and more ghosts, which makes people not live!

Hua Qiangu searched for a long time, and finally found a ruined temple halfway up the mountain to settle down, but only dared to sleep on the beams of the room. Thinking of the Maoshan Taoism Yunyin taught her, he mixed the incense ash with water and painted a spell on the beams of the house. Regardless of the loss of true energy, a silver-white shield was formed all over. This way, at least her breath can be concealed, and ordinary ghosts can't see her.

If people know that the head of the Maoshan School, who is famous for hunting ghosts and eliminating demons, is actually so embarrassed by some little ghosts, it will be a big laugh. But when she saw the ghosts, she couldn't calm down. She was so scared that her legs trembled, so she couldn't remember how to exorcise them!

Stuck in a daze, and dare not sleep too much. Suddenly he was awakened by the sound of fighting. How could there be anyone in this wilderness? She secretly squinted her eyes and saw a pile of limbs floating into the temple from outside. She couldn't help but gasp. He ***, people say people want face. , The tree needs bark, are you great as a ghost? What a cow! Can't you appear in a more normal and handsome image? Either lack of arms or lack of legs! Who are you scaring!

Woo...Hua Qiangu was trembling all over while biting his sleeves and didn't dare to make a sound.

I saw two ghosts flying to the temple to sit and rest, but only their bodies and heads were resting. Their four arms and four legs were fighting in mid-air, and you punched me and kicked it happily.

One of the two ghosts is a red face with horns, and the other is a skull with fangs. Sitting there without hands or feet, it looks a bit like a human being, it's very scary.

The eight hands and feet fought in mid-air for a long time and there was no clear winner. The bull yawned, shook his head and said, "Don’t fight, don’t fight. Every year the Ghost Festival comes out and fights with you. For so many years, I can’t tell a higher one, it’s meaningless at all!"

The hands and feet automatically flew back and put them back on the body.

"Then what do you think?" The skull also retracted his hands and feet.

"How about we try another method?"

"What method?"

"Isn't the underworld now advocating everywhere: to be a moral ghost, to be a ghost with an literate level, and to be a ghost out of low-level tastes?"

"Yes, I dare not say whether there is morality, but I am definitely a ghost with only a cultural level, free from low-level tastes, passionate, golden, romantic and artistic!"

Hua Qiangu almost fell off the beam.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Niutou glanced at him contemptuously, "Then we will come to Bibi Music today? Don't you dare?"

"Okay, just to my liking!"

Niu Tau whizzed out a flute from his arms. It was not gold or wood, black as ink, and lacking luster.

Hua Qiangu's eyes are bright, Wuyanxiao! The famous flute in the Qijue score sheet music is said to have extremely deep bass and bright treble, and the sound is extremely strange, and ordinary people cannot control it. But how was it picked up by this bullhead? It seems to have come prepared.

The bull head started playing flute, but he didn't expect him to be thick and cumbersome, but his fingers were extremely flexible. As soon as the sound of the flute came out, it was a very high and weird long howl, like a woman's scream in panic, severely tearing the eardrum of the flower, and the ghosts within ten miles around were scared away.

Hua Qiangu hurriedly resisted, so as not to be robbed of the mind. But I saw the sound of the flute slowly clearing down, as deep as the misty mist on the lake, with a soft tone, presenting the tranquility of green water and mountains. There is a point of freedom in the ease, and a point of relief in the ease.

Hua Qiangu’s heart suddenly flew up to the cloud, but when listening to the flute, it suddenly turned straight down, turning into a weeping and complaining whimper, and it was so sad that I couldn’t help myself. .

Seeing that the skull sneered, suddenly opened his mouth, sticking out a three-foot-long tongue, and spit out a bird standing on the tip of his tongue. The little bird coughed twice and made a woman's voice. Youyou Ying sang with the sound of the flute: "The bright moon is in the building, the flowers are like embroidery, half a cup of residual wine, the flute is thin..."

The voice was very pleasant and resentful, but it was from a bird's mouth. The scene was so weird and terrifying. Hua Qiangu couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body.

The two ghosts play and sing, the brighter they play, the higher they sing, and the more they blow, the more miserable they sing. Hua Qiangu's heart pulse was fluctuating, and she dared not listen anymore, and quickly closed her ears.

During the fierce battle, the shadow of the sword, the light and the sword, was vaguely visible, and the murderous intent was steaming. Blood slowly flowed out of the cow head's mouth, dripping down the black flute, and the sound became more and more weird and amazing. And the skull vomited more and more birds, covering every corner of the temple. The birds sang in unison, fighting against the sound of the bull's head.

But Niutou finally took the advantage of Shenxiao, and the last one pierced with a sharp piercing, like ten thousand sharp swords piercing the skull. In an instant, the hearts and lungs of hundreds of birds burst open at the same time, splashing blood.

Hua Qiangu's brain also roared, and his anger was lost. With a plop, he fell from the beam of the room.

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