Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Yesterday, I had a lively night.

It's hard to get rid of tiredness today.

It was three poles in the sun before Xiaoshuicheng woke up lazily.

There were pedestrians in twos and threes on the street, and the shops on the street also removed the door panels and opened the door to welcome guests.

In Dongcheng, the best jewelry shop in Xiaoshui—Fuxiangji also ushered in its first business.

Unfortunately, it didn't go well.

"This hairpin was priced at one hundred taels the day before yesterday. Why do you want one hundred and fifty taels today?!"

"This man, what day is it today? Bacchus Sacrifice! What kind of food and clothing does not increase in price? Even the kiln sister in the opposite building needs more than three cents of powder. I don't increase it? It? Is it appropriate?"

In the spacious shop, the shopkeeper’s smiley face greeted people with jewels and jewels, but there were a series of rhetorical questions in his mouth that Zhang Yi couldn’t speak.

The ranger held the jade hairpin tightly, as if holding a knife.

The smiley face of the shopkeeper remains the same.

"In this way, customers, you will buy tomorrow, one hundred taels tomorrow."

This is purely perfunctory.

The custom of Xiaoshui, on the second night of the Dionysus, men and women give each other tokens.

After tonight, no matter how cheap this hairpin is, what meaning does it have for Zhang Yi? "

"I just buy it today."

The shopkeeper's face was not surprised, and he had something to prepare.

"That's all, I think you are also sincerely wanting to buy it."

Take out another hairpin.

"This hairpin, the same first-class craftsmanship, is that the material is inferior to the top half, so let's sell it to you at a hundred taels."

He laughed and said "cheap" on his mouth, but a tail slowly appeared under his robe, and his brown hair was fluffy, swaying slowly behind him.

Surprisingly, in the shop, both Zhang Yi and the other shop assistants turned a blind eye to this tail.

If you continue to cast your gaze out of the shop, it will land on the street that is gradually becoming lively.

I can see pedestrians with long horns, scales, protruding fangs, green eyes...they always have some inhuman features, and from time to time I can see the scenes of horns colliding with each other, tails hooking and feet. , But everyone didn't care, as if the scales and corners of the minions were dust falling on the clothes, it was not worth mentioning.

Ignoring the strange images on the street for the time being, Zhang Yi didn't hesitate to answer the question just about the inside of the shop.

"I just want the best."

The shopkeeper suddenly changed his face.

"Then I'm sorry, the best one hundred and fifty taels, the best price."

The tail didn't wave anymore, and he said that he would take back the hairpin in the ranger's hand when he reached out.

At this time.

Snapped!

A resounding slap on the table shocked the shopkeeper, and the tail was retracted under the hem of his clothes, but immediately afterwards, he saw a silvery "cute" on the table, so he shook his tail again. It dangling out.

A voice was inserted next to it.

"Wrap this hairpin for him, and I will make up for the money that is not enough."

"Yo!"

The shopkeeper's tail wagged quickly and gave a thumbs up.

"Zhengyi! Heroic!"

Look at Zhang Yi again.

"Guest, look..."

Zhang Yi turned his head and said that the person who helped him looks like a traveling son, but looking at his figure and posture, he can see that this is a vigorous warrior. The most important thing is that he doesn't know this person.

Zhang Yi hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

Not long.

He took the carefully packed hairpin carefully into his arms, faintly relieved, and his expression jumped for a few minutes.

But soon he sullen his face again, returning to his usual cold and hard appearance.

"How much do you give, how much do I do, kill or..."

Turned his head.

But there was nothing in front of me.

...

Li Changan didn't come to find Zhang Yi on purpose.

The prosperity and tranquility of the city are about to dissipate like fireworks. Wouldn't it be a pity not to walk around and take a look?

So on this day, the Taoist priest walked through many places and saw many people.

In Changfengfang, in front of Xing's house, I saw Mrs. Xing looking out from the door, describing it as thin.

In the fence at the root of the city wall, Zhang Shaonan and his "brother" were seen fighting against the beggar leader.

At the wine stand by the bridge, Zheng Tuzi was seen carrying the "swordsman" Xu Zhan's neck and pouring wine. When he was drunk and the money was not enough, he paid the swordsman's long sword that he used to look like.

…

Originally planned to go to the Lier Building.

You can hear the swaying Shagong said that today's Ersan Niangzi is tired, and the Lier Building has a big vacation, and she is too lazy to open the door to welcome guests.

Ever since.

Go around.

Came to the Yanjia Restaurant.

Did not come.

Just pretending to be a tourist who was exhausted, I found a snack shop nearby.

It is Xiaoshui’s famous product-glutinous rice dumplings.

After ordering the bowl, I sat down, and there was a discussion at the next table.

"Brother Yu, you are an expert, do you see which of the dozens of wineries in the city can win this year's wine chief?"

"It's hard to say that this brewing depends on craftsmanship and raw materials. In terms of craftsmanship, Wang's bamboo-leaf roasting is a leader; in terms of raw materials, the secret brewing of Xu's old brew is also unique in the world, and Zhang's beauty is drunk, and the month of Wu's family. Zhaoqing, Lu's Hundred Flowers Stuffed..."

He was like a few treasures, and he was right, but it was a pity that he didn't get it right.

Jiu Kui will only be the condensed white of Yan's Restaurant.

This year, every year.

In Xiaoshui's reincarnation, Jiu Kui will always be in the Yan family.

Not long.

The glutinous rice **** are served.

Take a bite while it's hot.

Soft and sweet and sweet.

The Taoist priest couldn't help but said: It's a pity.

With such a good craftsmanship, the boss is actually a bug.

That's right.

Regardless of the diligent and conscientious business of this shop, it is actually a demon puppet controlled by the larva of the phantom butterfly.

Far away, the Taoist priest smelled the scum on it.

Not only him, but the diners who have just questioned, the guards on the corner patrol, the beggars on the roadside, and even the children playing in front of the wine shop...This street is surrounded by the wine shop. Pretend.

It can be said that the only remaining power of the magic butterfly has been shrunk in the Yanjia Restaurant.

There is no other reason.

Because the magic butterfly hides in the wine shop.

Li Changan blew up the center of the illusion—Shuiyueguan, and the illusion butterfly's control over the illusion was severely damaged. It had no choice but to carry out its original plan: to control the group of monsters in the wine.

However, its previous preparations were all burned in the fire, and it had to find a place to prepare again. The Shuiyue Temple had been destroyed, and the Wine Temple was crowded with people, so I had to retreat and choose Yanjia Winery.

In order to produce enough "gu wine" in one day, it digs out its own body that has been blown up to pieces, and uses the main medicine, which is especially insufficient. It even sacrifices all the rampant soldiers and extracts their Flesh and soul.

And all of this was obtained through the eyes of Yu Mei.

Yes, Yu Mei is also in the shop.

"I don't really need to sneak into the wine shop?"

"Never."

Bacchus quickly persuaded.

"The Taoist priests don't have to worry about Huai Ling. Before the fantasy butterfly regains control of the illusion, it dare not start with Huai Ling indiscriminately. Even if it does some tricks, the illusion will naturally dissipate when the illusion is destroyed."

"What's more, if you break in, it will be heavily guarded. If it is discovered, Jieshi will fight with Huadie, which will disrupt the plan."

Li Changan didn't speak, and only swallowed half a bowl of glutinous rice **** in one breath.

Then I asked again:

"But what should I do with the wine?"

Bacchus is worthy of being a Bacchus. After getting the Tai Sui Yao, he didn't spend much time and worked out a kind of wine with peculiar effects. There was no abnormality in the first drink, but once it was urged by the lead, the poison of hunger would gush out a hundred times.

But what is the use of the noxious wine if it doesn't fall into the mouth?

Therefore, the original plan was to incorporate the Yan family's "Ning Lu Bai", but unexpectedly, it collided with Huandie's plan.

Bacchus was not in a hurry, and laughed:

"Where will the wine made by Magic Butterfly be sent?"

"Temple of Wine."

"who am I?"

"Bacchus."

After the Taoist spoke for a moment, he shook his head and laughed, and if he cares, he is confused.

Sprinkle a few coppers.

He got up straight and left, not trying to touch the sensitive nerves of Phantom Butterfly.

He has to go to the last place.

...

When Li Changan arrived at the Yujiadi store.

Most of the guests in the store are not awake, they are all in the room to cultivate their spirits, and enjoy the night market tonight.

But the front yard of Didian, the small yard covered by the prosperous branches and leaves of the locust tree, and surrounded by brightly blooming wisteria flowers, is not deserted.

Amei led the Yan family boy and a few children to fight in the corridor, and from time to time the proprietress yelled. On the stone table and bench under the tree, the owner of the restaurant, the owner of the Yanjia Restaurant, and the "resurrected" Qian Dazhi looked at the three glasses of wine with sad faces.

The Taoist priest cheered up and talked.

"They all say that they can relieve their sorrows by drinking, but why are the three of them worried about wine?"

The three looked at each other inexplicably.

Or the store is used to welcoming and sending, and his mind is more active.

"This gentleman doesn't know something. My friend is a merchant who came to buy wine, but he was stunned for a while, but I don't know which one of these three kinds of wine is best."

lie.

Obviously, it is choosing which wine to use to participate in tomorrow's wine leader competition.

Li Changan doesn't dismantle it.

Maori pointed to a glass of wine in which it was thoroughly liquid.

"I think this cup is the best, can it..."

"Oh oh."

Yan Dongjia reacted and hurriedly held a glass of wine.

"Please taste."

Li Changan sat down unceremoniously, took the wine glass, and took a sip.

The soft liquor enters the throat.

It seemed that there was a slight drunkenness spreading out immediately.

Timely.

Xiaoshui’s soft spring breeze with a slight wine fragrance blows in, the canopy of the locust tree slowly shakes, the branches and leaves "striated" shook, and the surrounding vines also swayed, and Amei chased the Yan family through again. The flowers are full of smiles, crushed and scented.

Taoist priest thought, did the original Yu Zhenren also look at himself when he was a child?

Bacchus sighed in his ear:

"It turns out that'Ninglubai' tastes like this."

"Have you ever had it?"

"Of course I have drunk it, but Yu's girl has never drunk it."

Li Changan suddenly smiled and nodded.

Then he condensed his mind and turned into a wise sword to cut away the falsehood.

As a result, the world suddenly became gloomy, and the condensed "dark spots" of resentment reappeared, covering every corner of the line of sight, clouds, mud, pillars, walls, and even the wine in the glass and Amei's childish smile.

Li Changan stood up silently and walked to a wall of vines under the unidentified gaze of the three.

The flowers were blooming just now, but now I saw bare branches lying on the wall, without flowers and leaves, withered and ruined.

The Taoist priest poured the remaining wine in the cup.

After all, it was a dream.

The next day.

The ceremony to worship the gods is coming as scheduled.