I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 217

Seventeen years of Fuling, seventeenth month of the first month.

A corner of Aquarius, Shili Village.

The mountains are quiet, the east is slightly white, and the villagers are still sleeping.

In the sound of dense footsteps, a group of about thirty strong mountain bandits in black suits poured into the village from the sheep’s intestine path.

Immediately, the crowd seemed to squeeze through the schools of fish, scattered in all directions, and rushed to each house.

In the sound of the sound, a snowy steel knife came out of its sheath.

Accompanied by the clanging of courtyard doors and house doors being kicked open, screams, cries, begging for mercy, and howling, one after another, piercing into the sky.

There was a faint smell of blood wafting in the wind.

Next to the official road outside the village, Luo Xinghe, the master of the Wei Kingdom, who was dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe and carried a sword, looked calmly.

Behind Luo Xinghe, ten carriages were lined up, and the windows were crowded with children’s heads.

It ranges from five or six to eleven or twelve years old, both boys and girls.

The children looked at the roaring flames of the houses and listened to the desperate and terrified screams of the villagers before they died, without any mercy or fear.

It seems that these ten carriages are pulling not innocent and good children, but a group of cold-blooded and numb little wolf cubs.

“Huaizhi, how many villages have you slaughtered?”

Luo Xinghe asked.

A middle-aged man on the side who looked calm and kind-looking about forty years old replied: “In this area south of the Taihang Mountain Range, a total of thirty-nine villages have all been slaughtered. ”

A total of eighty-nine children, a stream of brains poured into Qingping Town, fools with their asses to think that there was a pussy inside.

Let the Wuge Wufu of the Wei State pretend to be a mountain bandit and slaughter the surrounding villages.

It makes sense for the children to pretend to be lonely and motherless survivors and go to Qingping Town.

“Huaizhi, after bringing the children to Qingping Town, you secretly landed and pushed the tide, trying to find a way to let those two land immortals take disciples.”

“Qi Qingyan is still second, mainly the Dao number Nan Candle.”

“Doesn’t he like to take apprentices, let him collect enough at one time.”

The man surnamed Jiang Huaizhi hesitated for a short moment and said, “National Master, those two are land immortals, wouldn’t it be too dangerous for us to twist such an existence into the game?”

“Once it’s discovered, the consequences are unimaginable.”

Luo Xinghe: “It is in the people to do things, and it is in the sky to achieve things, I believe that God is on our side.”

“Don’t worry, I have my own measure.”

——

When the morning sun rises at the beginning of spring.

Between heaven and earth, a piece of crimson scales the size of a baby’s palm swayed up.

When the scales levitated high in the sky, a figure emitting a cold glow of frost and snow floated out from the scales.

Under the heavenly dome, Zhu Jiuyin, who had a divine posture, carried his hands on his back and overlooked the magnificent mountains and rivers under his feet.

Mountains like mountains of behemoth white clouds are close at hand.

The sky is blue and transparent, without a trace of impurities.

Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t help but spread his arms, opened his arms, and let the wind blow white clothes hunting, and his black hair fluttered, like a black waterfall.

“This is freedom~”

After stopping for a while, Zhu Jiuyin plunged into the scales.

The crimson scales swooped diagonally towards the vast earth.

Fly over mountains and rivers, through mountains and forests.

See the majesty of the mountains and the stirring of the rivers.

It wasn’t until the sun was up, feeling tired and sleepy, that Zhu Jiuyin flew towards where Taiping and Xueniang were.

–

Under the official road.

The Canglan River is raging east.

On the riverside stood a tall boy.

“Where do you look at Shenzhou? Full of scenery Beigu Building.

How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long.

“Who is the hero of the world?” Bai Wu.

Give birth to a son like Han Taiping. The

sound of cars running over suddenly came to my ears.

Han Xiangbone turned his head and looked.

But seeing the official road on the slope, a group of people slowly came.

There were as many as ten carriages.

Watch the people drift away.

Han Xiangbone was carrying a worn-out book box and was about to hit the road.

On the other side of the Canglan River, a white shadow suddenly appeared.

The little whirlwind lay on the shoulder of the snow lady.

Xueniang lightly toed her toes and jumped ten times.

When she came to the young man, Xueniang raised her palm, “Look.” On

the white and delicate wrist, there was an emerald green bamboo leaf green snake wrapped around it.

As for the small whirlwind, there is a silver-ringed snake around its neck.

Han Xianggu subconsciously took two steps back.

Master also didn’t know where he went, and he hadn’t returned for seven or eight days.

It’s just that the master is unreliable, and the guardian is also so out of tune.

I like what is bad, but I like to play with snakes.

Or vipers.

If you accidentally bite this, you can’t go down to reunite with your grandparents.

“Snakes are a great supplement, especially poisonous snakes, come, you should eat breakfast.”

Xueniang handed the bamboo leaf green snake to the boy.

Han Xiang’s head shook like a rattle, “Aunt Xue, I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, wait for lunch Aunt Xue to catch a king cobra for you.”

In front of Han Xiang’s bones, Xueniang stretched out her left hand to hold the bamboo leaf green snake.

The sharp nails of the thumb are like piercing tender tofu, and the snake’s head is easily cut.

Then he grabbed a corner, tore and pulled, and ripped off the snakeskin.

Take small bites and chew slowly.

The little whirlwind was even more ruthless, and directly bit off the head of the silver-ringed snake alive.

In the click, the mouth was full of blood.

Han Xiangbone’s Adam’s apple squirmed and swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely.

Breaking the air.

The crimson scales flew towards it, and finally hovered in front of Han Xiangbone.

Zhu Jiuyin in the state of divine soul floated out from the scales.

Little Whirlwind hurriedly raised his paws, “Master, eat snakes?” ”

Don’t eat, thanks.”

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Han Xiangbone and asked, “Have you figured out where to go?” The

young man nodded, “Master, I have a letter of introduction from Master Qi in my hand, but I don’t want to go to that Huzhou State Pastor now.”

“I want to be a sentient being first.”

Zhu Jiuyin frowned: “Be a sentient being? Are you going to be a people?

Han Xiangbone: “Yes.”

“First go to Huzhou, find a village, like the people, the sun rises and the sun enters and rests.”

“Experience what is called planting a grain of corn in spring and harvesting 10,000 seeds in autumn.”

“Experience the bittersweet and bittersweet of the common people.”

Zhu Jiuyin had no objection and looked at Xueniang again, “My soul is too weak, and it is estimated that I will have to sleep for two or three months.”

“Go south to Huzhou and protect the peace.”

Xueniang nodded her head, “Good.” Little

whirlwind: “Master, rest assured, if there is really an enemy that the snow lady can’t solve, the whirlwind will definitely bring the master wind to the first time.” Zhu

Jiuyin: “Thank you.” The

sleepy Zhu Jiuyin said no more, and plunged into the scales.

Han Xiangbone reached out and held the scales and tucked them into his sleeve.

The boy, the white snake, and the mouse embarked on the road south in the bright spring light.

– The seventeenth year of Fuling, the twenty-fifth of the first month.

Wei state Liangzhou border.

Early morning.

Loud crunching.

The north gate of Dragon City slowly opened.

Nearly a thousand people and horses, such as travelers and caravans, bustled out of the city gate and walked towards Suguo Wind City on the opposite side of the Yewang Plain.

At the tail of the flow of people.

Cang Xue, dressed in red like blood and with a narrow knife hanging from each waist, led the horse.

While moving forward, he looked at the old willow beside him.

The old willow head in a coarse linen shirt was floating in his footsteps, his face was pale, and he reached out and rubbed his old waist as he walked.

As for the pig emperor, it is like a dead pig lying on horseback, humming and chirping.

“Grandpa Liu, where did you take Uncle Pig Emperor yesterday?”

Cang Xue asked curiously.

Old Willow corrected: “It’s not the old man I took him, it’s this fat pig who takes me.”

Cang Xue: “You stole pigs?”

Old Willow shook his head, “Steal people.”

“You are a little girl’s family, we manly private affairs, you don’t inquire.”

The snow between the walks suddenly looked back.

But I saw that on the north wall of Dragon City, there was a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The young man was dressed in a delicate white silk robe, and he was also looking down at the snow.

Cang Xue still remembered that the boy was named Zhao Xuanhong, the eldest son of Zhao Hengyan, the king of Zhenbei.

In the girl’s memory, the boy who was fourteen years old in Voling was extremely lively and active.

Now in the seventeenth year of Fuling, the young man at the head of the city was expressionless and calm.

Looking at Cangxue, just bowing his head slightly, he can be regarded as saying hello.

The sun is too harsh.

In a trance,

Cang Xue seemed to see Zhao Heng.