Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 339: South City Xiaomo

The woman laughed, as if she knew he was lying, but she didn't expose him. Instead, she continued to ask:

"There's a teacher here named Mo, you should know him, right?"

"I know this!"

Speaking of this teacher named Mr. Mo, the shepherd suddenly felt relieved and his courage grew stronger: "But in these ten years, I have never seen him have a friend like you!"

The shepherd stared at the woman from head to toe.

"Where's my old friend..." the woman sighed.

The shepherd immediately pointed to a date tree in the distance and said, "Here is where he lives. Mr. Mo is a man of great ability. You'd better respect him..."

The shepherd said this and turned and left.

The woman suddenly moved and stood in front of him.

The shepherd's voice trembled: "You said you would let me go!"

"But you lied to me!"

The woman stared at the shepherd, her eyes suddenly flashing with two sharp rays, but she chuckled and said, "So, I still plan to eat you!"

"Damn it, I knew you monsters don't keep your word!"

The shepherd's face suddenly turned red, and he raised his voice, wanting to shout towards the jujube tree, but he was surprised to find that.

The woman's bare hand was as fast as lightning, reaching into his mouth and tearing his vocal cords.

The severe pain caused the shepherd's face to distort.

The woman smiled leisurely and said:

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, I'll help you fulfill them! Our clan always fulfills the last wish of a person when we take over their body..."

Blood began to flow from the shepherd's face. His eyes widened and he roared in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Mo...will not let you go..."

His voice was vague, but the woman seemed to hear it clearly.

The woman did not take this threat of death seriously, but smiled and said:

"Have you ever seen a monster eat a human? Let me tell you, monsters like me don't eat humans in the usual way. Just watch carefully..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shepherd suddenly felt as if he had stepped on charcoal fire. A ball of green and yellow air rushed out from the soles of his feet, rising rapidly and rushing into his internal organs.

The shepherd screamed in horror, but found that even though he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, no sound came out and his body seemed to be stiff.

The accused fell dead on the ground.

The woman stretched out her delicate jade fingers and took out a gourd covered with red runes from her waist. She opened the lid and pointed it at the shepherd's mouth and nose. She made a seal with her left hand in the air and shouted:

"Get in!"

More than a dozen blue rays of light instantly flowed along the blood and penetrated into the shepherd's seven orifices.

The shepherd was surprised to find that his skin began to get hot, then turned cold, and the skin all over his body began to fall off as if he was dehydrated.

Suddenly, a large crack appeared on the top of his head.

In just a moment, a bloody human body suddenly twisted and struggled, and crawled out from the crack above the head.

The bloody body was the shepherd. He ran only two steps before falling to the ground.

Countless blue rays began to wander around his body.

The woman looked at the cruel scene in front of her, but a smile of appreciation appeared on her face:

"This is how monsters eat people. Did you see it?"

Unfortunately, the shepherd could no longer hear it. He would not believe it until his death. Death came so suddenly. His eyes were as big as a cow's and he refused to close them.

The woman squatted down, closed his eyes with her hands, and said:

"I'm lending you my body, you won't blame me, will you?"

As her fingers gently moved, blue light quickly rushed from the flesh and blood body into the red gourd.

As the blue light faded, the corpse that was full of flesh and blood shriveled up in an instant. The woman took out a purple talisman, pinched it between her fingertips, and the talisman immediately burned.

As the flames burned, the shriveled corpse instantly turned into ashes, which were blown away by the messy evening breeze. A living person just now disappeared from this world in the blink of an eye.

She stretched out her hand and put on the shepherd's skin as if it were clothes.

In the blink of an eye, a charming woman turned into an old man in the kitchen.

It's black and looks dirty.

The shepherd transformed into a woman looked at the shivering flock of sheep behind her and sighed:

"They are all good things, but unfortunately I dare not be greedy. If I get caught, I will be in trouble. Forget it, I will let you go today."

He put away the gourd and walked towards the jujube tree.

On the dirt road behind her, every footprint turned even the dead branches into charred ashes.

At this time, under the white fog of Jingshen Peak, there was a faint dark yellow air, light but not dispersing, enveloping the boundless white fog.

Mo Qingfeng of Taixuan Sword Sect had a weathered look on his face. He stood in front of the three thatched huts. He looked worried as he stared at the Jingshen Peak that towered into the clouds.

This is the legendary mountain where the Human Emperor is said to have beheaded the Immortal Realm.

Mo Qingfeng was sitting in front of the room. After a long while, he sighed softly and murmured to himself:

"Alas, time flies. It's already the fifteenth year. What's bound to happen will happen. What's the point of worrying?"

Mo Qingfeng calmed himself down and looked back at a portrait hanging in the middle of the hut. The portrait was of a woman in green clothes, with a goose-yellow face, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be shrouded in a layer of smoke.

What is even more captivating at first glance is the faint cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, which is like the finishing touch of the most precious painting of a lady, dotted in this picture.

Three hundred years!

This woman named Qing Ling has been away from him for nearly three hundred years. Time really flies.

Qing Ling, Mo Ling, and Zi Ling.

It would take at least six hundred years before I could see this woman again. By then, I would have turned into dust.

I'm afraid I'll never see her again in this lifetime.

This is the time when winter is gone and spring is coming.

Mo Qingfeng looked at the peach blossoms in full bloom beside the thatched cottage, his brows thick with an inescapable melancholy. He sighed softly, spread out the rice paper, picked up his brush, pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote two lines of poetry:

"Spring has come to the small alleys south of the city, only plum blossoms are visible but no people."

After finishing his writing and just picking up the tea to take a sip, he suddenly heard one or two sheep bleating from the path behind the hut.

An old man dressed as a shepherd, holding a grass root in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled at Mo Qingfeng:

"Sir, you are taking a break today and writing?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled slightly, "It's still chilly in spring, would you like to come in and have a drink?"

The old shepherd hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, with a simple smile on his face, "No, I just came back from the fields, my feet are too dirty, don't let me dirty your house!"

Mo Qingfeng didn't look at him, but looked up at the sky and asked:

"How's your harvest this year? The weather's getting drier!"

The shepherd was stunned for a moment, "Not bad, better than previous years!"

Mo Qingfeng's eyes flashed with lightning, and he added lightly:

"You don't grow crops, how can you say such nonsense!"

He turned around and lit three incense sticks on the stone table. The strange thing was that the incense sticks were almost as thick as his arms. After the green smoke started, the dead green bamboo beside the table suddenly seemed to have gained a great breath of life.

The leaves began to stretch out and began to show the greenness of life again.

In just the blink of an eye, the green bamboo leaves in front of the thatched cottage began to turn yellow and caramel color.

It seemed as if I had experienced four seasons in just one breath.

Mo Qingfeng waved his hand, the incense stick went out, and the green bamboo turned dead again.

But the shepherd didn't take all this to heart and didn't even take a look.

But his old voice suddenly became tender again, and Luo Luo laughed out loud:

"Master Sword Immortal Mo is truly formidable. He saw through my disguise at once. The Taixuan Sword Sect truly deserves to be the leader of the nine great sword sects!"