C1 Trail Meet Rakasha

To the south of the Yellow River, it was said that there was once a god east of the Luo River who called him Luoshen. Wherever his skirt passed, birds flew, mountains flowed, clouds flowed, and thick ink formed a picture. She loved the bronze mirror in her hand the most, but for some reason, the bronze mirror in her hand had fallen into the mortal world one day, just as the sun was setting in the west. The bronze mirror reflected the sunset, and so the place that fell from the bronze mirror was called Luoyang.

Perhaps it was because of the copper mirror, but one could see the heroic spirit of Saibei within Luoyang City. The drizzle of the past few days had also given Luoyang the charm of being in the south of the river, driving horses, trading merchants, and the bustling streets. If the Changan City was considered a country of Heaven, then Luoyang City was not inferior in any way.

Today, the tavern at the east side of the city was still bustling with activity. It was as if the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Gate Mountain, Qing Pingzi, and the Demon Emperor had been watching by the side during their battle.

This was a story that the storyteller was good at, but the guests of today did not seem to buy it. As the monsieur stroked the goatee and looked at everyone's chattering chopping board, the entire inn instantly became silent. Only his voice rang out, "Then we shall not judge today, and tell everyone about the secret. However, everyone should listen carefully, this shop will not exist after this village …"

Looking at the way that man was leaning on his bowl of wine, he was extremely familiar with it. Sure enough, there were two pretty young ladies selling wine in the middle of the table. They didn't ask for money, but rather carried a wooden board with a dozen pots of expensive good wine on it. They didn't ask anyone to buy them, so who would want to buy them themselves?

At the beginning, when the restaurant was playing this game, no one was willing to take up the challenge. However, no one was willing to take up the challenge. Currently, the customers of the restaurant had already gotten used to it and were too lazy to care about the crushed silver. The two young madams carried more than twenty jugs of wine and quickly fetched them for the guests. The gentleman squinted his eyes and calculated how much of the liquor he sold. He seemed to want to hide in the money and call him a storyteller, rather than a merchant.

However, from the bottom of their hearts, they knew clearly that this was the f * cking unlucky world. Some people, in order to earn money, even started to stir up the leftovers of the nobles in the palace. Although they were leftovers, the dishes were still numerous and looked pretty good. Things that couldn't be eaten were transported out of the Heavenly Palace overnight. Things that couldn't be eaten were often sent to some of the better restaurants in Chang An city. Then, the chefs would stir-fry them a little. Even though many people knew that it was leftovers, they were willing to spend money to try it! As for those dishes that were not good, they were usually sold to street vendors on the street who added rice bran to some kennels and then picked them up in the street. At the cheapest moment, they could sell a bowl of "Ten Children", which even the poor could afford and tasted good.

It had to be said that this person only had one nose and two eyes, but some people were even f * cking smart.

Any place in this world could make money, but the people making the most money were those bull-nosed Taoists. As long as they carried a peach wood sword in the name of Sanqing, who wouldn't watch them from the window? Just buy some tricks and the whole house would jump up and down, saying that to get rid of evil spirits means to ask for money. If you give them away, they wouldn't be of much use, maybe the old Daoist will give you a little kid to harm you.

Who would be willing to mess with a monster like a demon? However, that stuff is everywhere, maybe the one who's having fun with you is that fox in the mountain. Some people saw that the Daoist Priest was a rich person, so they all took their peachwood swords and found a Daoist robe from somewhere and slapped their butts.

He had charged into the world!

The deceived families kicked them away and sent them to the government. He had lost his money and he had lost his people. He would only be able to spend the rest of his life in prison. For example, that famous Dao-Mountain was under the rule of a country. Be it the old Daoists or the old Daos, they were all recorded in the records of the Diao Dian Prefecture.

For example, the old scholar in front of him was also a talented individual when he was young. However, his saliva was flying everywhere, and he did not do any proper work. A mouth that could talk and trick people into a daze, but he didn't expect that it would be in time for the small path down the mountain to gain experience. The old Daoist was stabbed on the spot and his broken leg ran all night to Luoyang, who was this weird? Thus, in this world, it was best to be safe and not take any opportunistic actions.

He started to trick people again.

"I have never told anyone about this. One hundred and twenty years ago, the Demon Emperor led the Demon race to invade the human world, and later, the Dao Alliance led by Dragon Tiger Mountain fought with it for thirteen years to repel it. However, the Demon Emperor is nowhere to be found." The old Daoist took a sip of wine and said with a wink, "This is what the Dao Alliance said to the world, but the truth is that this disappearance is not the Demon Emperor's, and there is also the Seventh Elder of the Heaven Gate, Qing Pingzi!"

A spectator yawned and said, "I continued to hoodwink! A few days ago, a lame old lady came to see you. What kind of illness could a storyteller like you see? If you were to say that the old lady's leg was not crippled, it was because of the inner demons that caused her to walk away boldly. That old lady really believed you. I'll see what else you can say today. "

The old Daoist rolled his eyes and ignored him, but the other spectators were all cheering, and the old Daoist then continued, "This matter is related to a friend of mine from the Dao Alliance who told me that after the battle against the gods, Qing Pingzi and the demon were in a mutual relationship. After that, Qing Pingzi was sentenced to the Dao Alliance for bullying the heavens, and the two of them went to the Heavenly Dragon Pond at Mount Kunlun to give birth to a female baby. "I don't know why, but the baby girl has been missing for the past few days. She was so angry that she broke the Dragon Tiger Mountain's grand protective magical formation, asking the Dao Alliance to help her find the baby girl in the mortal world."

Someone asked: "Then why didn't the Demon Emperor look for it herself?"

The old Daoist said, "After the Demon Emperor sentenced the Demon, the Dao Alliance chased the Demon Race all the way to the Demon Area, breaking them apart and leaving their control. Seventy years ago, the Demon race had been split up, and the four forces had been at the core of the Demon race. The Demon Emperor was also afraid that the girl he stole was one of the four forces. "Therefore, when the rebellion is being pacified, we can only tiptoe around and ask the Dao Alliance to help us search for them for now."

Someone asked, "What does the Dao Alliance say?"

The old Daoist said, "The gates of heaven have already spoken. This female Nascent Soul is the child of their Martial Ancestor, so we must find her. The other sects are still in the process of finding her."

Someone said coldly, "Tsk, continue bragging. You sound like you're speaking the truth."

Some people mocked him, while others questioned him about the future. That old Daoist narrowed his eyes, filled with craftiness. A drunken path shook the jar of wine in his hand. He looked at the sullen little girl beside him and said, "Damn it, are you really the daughter of the Demon Emperor?"

Wenye was a Taoist, a disciple who closed the door to Dragon Tiger Mountain and offered incense to the pilgrims. Although it was recorded in the Heavenly Master Manor, it was still a "door-to-person" crane. Even if he was not a Taoist, it would be reasonable to say that his lack of desire for cultivation was something that could not be seen even if he was a cultivator. Drinking wine and eating meat in large gulps, scolding the heavens and scolding the earth if he was displeased with the situation, some people said that his dao heart was impure, causing him to become unsteady, so he scolded back, "I'm a gate slasher, how did you guys teach me how to cultivate the Dao?"

The Elder who came to lecture for three days was so angry that he refused to eat even the food sent by his disciple. It was also because he couldn't stand the boring years on the mountain. Late one night, the industry knocked down the senior brother who came to change shifts, then they ran down the mountain with his backers behind them. They couldn't stop them at all, and they ran towards the brothel like little flowers on the street.

After hearing this, Longhu Mountain was furious. They had engraved the literary world onto the sham pillar, and there was a person's name there. However, those who had already left the mountain did not know about this.

The people at the foot of the mountain were extremely happy. The girls were all looking at each other, and the literary world had almost drowned in this gentle village. The girl gave him a wink and thought she was attracted by his handsome appearance. She then stepped forward and pinched his buttocks, not wanting to make him shout, "Lecher!"

How was this girl interested in Wenye? It was obvious that she was interested in the tall and big horse behind him, the supremely built young prince! The group of Flower Guardians did not hesitate as they started to call out to him with their hoes and sticks. On the very first day they were sent down the mountain, there was probably no one else besides the literary people who had been sent back up the mountain, even if this mountain wasn't Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The citizens at the foot of the mountain were also people who were patient, but they didn't leave. Fortunately, there was game to be had on the mountain, and there was no need to rub salt into their mouths. I am only seventeen years old! "

He didn't know how long he had been on the mountain. He only knew that the chickens in the mountain and the rabbits in the forest had all been eaten by him for another night. Thinking about it carefully, there was a place for him to sleep in Dragon Tiger Mountain. It was supposed to be for a better life, why was it completely different from what he had expected?

It was also on this day that some cracking sounds suddenly came from the bushes nearby. Wen Ye thought it was a hare, so he ignored it, but unexpectedly, a shadow suddenly sprang out from the bushes. He looked carefully, green hair, red eyes, green face, fangs, it was only three feet tall with a bluish-purple body. "Luosha!"

Wen Ye wanted to run, but her legs seemed as if they were filled with lead. She was so terrified that she forgot to shout loudly for help; although the door was already recorded, the first time she saw these things, she was actually almost scared to the point of wetting her pants. Her upper and lower teeth constantly trembled as she stared at little Luosha, unable to utter a single word. He heard that this thing ate human flesh and drank human blood. If it died in the hands of this thing, it would be better to be pulled to the pig cage and be dipped in water. When he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, Rakshasi opened his mouth first and said, "Give me the rabbit."

Her soft and gentle voice sounded like a harp in the dark night. Looking at her ferocious appearance, the fear in her heart actually began to dissipate bit by bit. This little Luosha's voice was actually so cute! After finding out that Wenye wasn't scared, this little Luosha seemed a little scared. He pointed to himself and said, "I'm hungry. Give the rabbit to me."

How could this voice frighten people? Wen Ye laughed evilly and said, "Little Raksha, do you know about Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

The little Rakshasi nodded obediently with a wronged look on his face. Wen Ye said, "I am one of the top younger generation in Dragon Tiger Mountain. You actually dare to scare me?"

The little Rakshasi played with his soft fingers and said, "My mother said that demons are more vicious outside. That's why I'm pretending to be Rakshasi."

No matter how vicious he was, who would be afraid of such a soft and gentle voice! However, the little Raksha seemed to have remembered something important as he pointed at the roasted rabbit in Wen Ye's hand and said, "I don't care. I'm angry. Give me the little rabbit."

Wen Ye tore off a rabbit leg in front of the angry little Rakshasi and said coldly, "If you're a beauty, I'll give you the entire rabbit leg. If you're young, then I won't beat you up.

Suddenly, a faint light flashed around his body, and the red-faced fangs from before disappeared. His eyes were like apricots, and his lips were red without touching, but his eyebrows were not drawn and were green. Even though she was still young, but her beautiful appearance after growing up could still be vaguely seen. Seeing Raksha turn into a cute little girl, Wenye almost gasped for breath. Listening to the little girl crying "Give me a rabbit, give me a rabbit" reminded him of a demon … "To make all the changes.

If she didn't act a bit more fierce, then this little girl's beauty might have been sold to the brothel for grooming. Seeing the little girl rolling on the ground, Wen Ye suddenly gave a wicked smile. Did she treat her like a child's wife? When he was at Longhu Mountain looking at the gate, there was a maester in the red dust who wrote a book called "Green Forest Fox". He said that the maester was envious of the literary industry since he met the fox immortal at night. However, after searching all over the Dragon Tiger Mountain, he could not find a single hairless little fox. Looking at the girl's handsome face, Wen Ye could not help but sigh with emotion. This demon was truly exquisite! It was no wonder that he could captivate others. Although he would never be able to marry a Celestial Fox Immortal in his life, this little Luosha's beauty was one of the best in the mortal world.

Seeing that the roasted rabbit, Little Luosha, was no longer crying, he started chewing on it with large mouthfuls. He spoke unclearly, "My mother is very powerful, so if anyone dares to bully me, I'll tell my mother. On account of the fact that you're roasting a rabbit for me, I won't tell mother about the matter of you making me cry."

Wen Ye asked, "Which country is your mother from Raksha?"

Little Raksha wiped the oily water from his mouth and laughed, "My mother is the Demon Emperor who bullied the heavens. My father is the seventh elder of the Heaven Gate, Qing Pingzi."

Little Rakshah looked at this fellow's stunned appearance complacently. Just as he wanted to show off for a moment, he heard Wen Ye laugh until tears flowed out, then after a long while, he said to himself while holding his stomach, "There are really a lot of f * cking people who touch porcelain these days. If you say that you are the daughter of the Demon Emperor, then I am the father of the Heavenly Sword Hall's Jian Wuchen.

Little Raksha said anxiously, "My mother is really the Demon Emperor …"

Wen Ye impatiently waved his hand. "Alright, alright. It won't be funny if you say it once."

However, at this time, Wen Ye heard the noise of people coming up the mountain. "I just heard the crying of a child. Fuck, that stinky brat. Not to mention the frivolous girl, he's abducting a child right now. I must break his legs!"