As the fishing companions packed up their things and gradually left, the mood for fishing was gone for Luo Yuanhe as well.
Holding his dry fishing rod, his brows were tightly knitted, looking like a flower thief buying cigarettes on the street, only to find his wanted poster printed on the packaging box.
Sui Huai lifted the greedy fish that had taken the bait, looking at the ripples spreading on the water surface.
"What do you plan to do, Sui Huai?" asked Luo Yuanhe.
"The investigation of the Heavenly Cold Palace, what does it have to do with me?" Sui Huai sighed.
"Ah... Aren't you afraid...?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Luo Yuanhe, you lack life experience."
"In the rivers and lakes, where there's no avoiding a cut, so that night I was in disguise, not using my own face.
Moreover, don't forget where we are.
The people of the Heavenly Cold Palace, trying to bully me, a disciple of the Extensive Moon Sect... What a great official power he has!"
Luo Yuanhe nodded as if he understood, then asked, "Then whose face did you use at that time?"
"Naturally, it's the face of my best friend... Yan Shu."
Luo Yuanhe's hands trembled, and he opened his mouth, not knowing if it was still possible to break off with Sui Huai now.
...
There has always been a touching legend about the Chen Yue Lake.
It is said that in the ancient times, there was a hermit monk who passed by the lakeside and met a wingless blue bird that had just transformed into a human form.
The monk originally wanted to kill the demon, but the woman transformed by the blue bird suddenly knelt down to him, stating that she had been hiding in the mountains and seas, never harming people, and did not dare to have the heart to harm people.
If the monk was willing to spare her life, she was willing to become a maid and always follow the monk...
It's unknown whether the monk was moved by compassion, but he did not swing the demon-quelling pestle in his hand in the end.
Being a servant is a joke, at that time, people and demons were resentful of each other, and it was a life and death situation when they met. The matter of coexisting by contract was even more impossible to talk about.
Daring to be with demons and monsters is the path of evil, and it should be killed!
Moreover, he is a Buddhist monk who is pure and not involved in the secular world, how can he walk with a female demon?
The monk did not dare to take the great taboo of the world, so he just said to the blue bird: "I want to rest here for a few days, if you do not do evil during this period and behave well, I will spare you."
During the time of getting along, the blue bird was always honest and clever, like a clumsy girl in the deep boudoir, insisting on washing clothes and cooking for the monk.
After a few days, the monk finally let go of his guard in his heart, and planned to have the last meal with the blue bird, and leave at dawn to go to the next mountain sea.
But that night, the blue bird showed its sharp claws and beak.
She put poison that inhibits the power of immortals in the porridge, and knocked down the unprepared monk.
That night, the monk broke four precepts...
The next day when he regained consciousness, the female demon had already disappeared into the mountains and wild, without a trace.
The monk's eyes were bleeding with tears, his Taoist heart was completely scattered, and his cultivation was constantly falling, falling from the immortal to the mortal overnight...
In the end, he sat by the lake for seven days, his body decayed, and his soul turned into a big snake, sinking to the bottom of the lake, never seeing the light of day again.
The authenticity of the story can no longer be verified.
But Su Huai, who was planning to go back to the mountain after fishing and planned to have dinner in the tavern at the foot of the mountain, just showed a contemptuous smile after hearing the storyteller tell this story.
He dares to be sure that this extremely bizarre rumor must have been deliberately released by the Extensive Moon Sect.
Huh, a very ordinary small scenic spot, casually make up a bedtime story, and it can instantly become a popular internet celebrity check-in holy land.
He has seen this kind of means too much!
However, this contempt turned into a face of shock when the tavern owner took out a piece of blue feather.
Especially when he felt the silver snake ring on his hand that had not made a move for a long time, suddenly tightened... This shock was even more obvious.
[... Blue Feather... Diwo Na...]
[Find it!]
[Find it!]
[Kill it!]
The roar of the little snake echoed in the depths of his mind, and Su Huai gently stroked the ring.
He doesn't know what the identity of the blue bird in the story, nor does he know who Diwo Na is in the mouth of the little snake, but it can make the always calm and indifferent little snake so heartbroken...
It must be that the entanglement between a snake and a bird is no different from the hatred of killing one's father and robbing one's wife.
"I promise you, I will help you find it."
"I swear."
The little snake finally calmed down slowly, and the red gem-like eyes became more and more blood-red and bizarre.
"Shopkeeper."
Su Huai looked at the tavern owner who was showing the blue feather with the storyteller, showing a gentle smile.
"Do you sell this feather?"
"No!" The tavern owner shook his head. "If the guest wants to see, just look."
"But this blue feather is handed down from my ancestors, and I dare not betray the family precepts for a little bit of profit."
"I'll give you ten thousand spiritual stones."
The tavern owner's body trembled with a tiger's body, and in an instant, he made a decision to betray his ancestors.
Ten thousand spiritual stones! It's enough to buy his tavern...
"The shopkeeper thinks about it, if you think it's not enough, I can add a little more."
"No, no, it's enough, it's enough!"
"Sir, you receive..."
"Wait a minute!"
Just as the transaction was about to be completed, a warrior in a blue ice armor suddenly appeared at the door of the tavern.
The heavy helmet cover covered his whole face, only revealing a pair of gray eyes.
The warrior dragged a blood-stained tiger head knife, and before he entered the door, the strong smell of blood had spread, making some diners frown and look unhappy.
"Sixth-order Earth Immortal strong..."
The diners all saw the bottom of the big man, and after a few small curses, they moved their eyes away. No one would really offend an Earth Immortal strong for a little bit of trouble.
Thanks to the deterrence brought by the cultivation, the warrior dragged the knife and walked into the tavern all the way, reaching out to grab the blue feather in the hands of the shopkeeper.
"Pa", his wrist was grabbed by someone.
He raised his head and looked at Su Huai, who was gloomy.
"Let go!"
"Huh... Are you sick?"
"I'm warning you for the last time, let go."
Su Huai was almost angry and laughed, he not only didn't let go of the warrior's hand, but also slowly tightened, pinching the arm guard on the warrior's arm to deform.
"Rob me, and still think you're quite reasonable? Are you so awesome?"
The warrior squinted his eyes, finally turned his head, and looked at Su Huai.
He said word by word: "I come from the law enforcement team of the Heavenly Cold Palace."
"This Tianqing feather is related to a secret story of the Heavenly Cold Palace. Before you intervene, I advise you to weigh whether you can bear the anger of the Heavenly Cold Palace!"
"Dare to threaten me?"
Click—
Su Huai's palm suddenly tightened, but the warrior seemed to have seen through his intention, turned his arm, and the arm guard was untied, and he made a move of the golden cicada shell.
At the moment of breaking away from Su Huai's control, the tiger head knife in his hand had already scraped a string of sparks on the ground, cutting through Su Huai's chest and abdomen, and at the same time, his body suddenly shot backward, avoiding all possible counterattacks.
Boom! ! !
The blood-colored air waves surged, cutting the tavern counter into ruins.
However, Su Huai's body was not seen in the smoke.
"Am I... too kind to you?"
A whisper suddenly came to his ear, and the warrior's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He slashed back with his backhand, but the tiger head knife was held in one hand and could not move an inch.