Because of the rampage of zombies, the night becomes extremely though Ma Xiaoyu and Yin Xiu had great magical powers, the fire that lit up in the wilderness at this time would attract zombies or surviving humans, neither of whom could be easily dealt with. This is a turbulent time, and humans may be even more dangerous. At this time, Yin Xiu and his companions had found a cave where they could rest. Because the grass and trees have died, these places that were once tightly covered have become easy to find and can be seen almost at a glance. They hid in the bend of the cave so that the fire could not be seen from the outside, while the smoke produced by the campfire could be discharged from the inside. It was early summer, and the cave felt cool but not cold. Therefore, the bonfire is just to give them peace of mind and a tool for lighting. Ma Xiaoyu and Bai Fenghuang each had a blanket and slept on the ground next to the fire. Yin Xiu was not so lucky. He had to take on Ren Qi's previous job, which was night watch. He was definitely not the type like Ren Qi who could keep his eyes sharp all night long without feeling tired for a moment.
Therefore, after just sitting there for a few hours, when the moon was still hanging high in the sky, Yin Xiu's eyelids were already drooping. Ma Xiaoyu slept inside and Bai Kongque slept outside, with their backs to the fire and a thin blanket covering them. She was very sleepy, and because she had been sleeping outdoors for many years, she was very used to this lifestyle. So she fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. After a while, the fire flickered and the white peacock's eyes moved under its eyelids. After a pause, she suddenly felt a hand gently resting on her foot. Then a warm feeling came from behind. Yeah... The white peacock suppressed the urge to scream, moved his shoulders slightly, and pretended to be asleep. However, her movement did not dissuade the hand from moving away. Instead, it made the hand, which was both frightening and anticipated, move a little higher. Warm, soft and flexible. The white peacock quietly opened its eyes a little and glanced in the direction of Ma Xiaoyu. She was sleeping with her back to this side and was completely unaware of what was happening here. Bai Kongque could never have imagined that Yin Xiu would be so bold and that things would be so exciting. [Brother, please don’t stay here. What if Miss Ma sees us…] Although he wanted to say this, after feeling the increasingly obvious heat and the increasingly disordered hand, White Peacock unconsciously clenched his teeth and swallowed the words from his throat, controlling his breathing and his chest heaving. Gradually, she felt a damp feeling on her body. hum... Yin Xiu drew his sword, and the ferocious murderous aura on Izumi Ichimonji made him wake up, and his previous sleepiness disappeared completely. The cold light of Izumi Ichimonji reflected on Yin Xiu's face, and also made the surrounding fog seem to become thinner.
At first, Yin Xiu thought it was the smoke from the bonfire that was blown back by the wind, so he didn't care. However, gradually the thick fog seemed to turn into a solid wall, or like silk, wrapping him up and isolating him from the surrounding world. The thick fog not only prevented him from leaving, but also seemed to mask his voice. Yin Xiu held the knife, keeping watch on his surroundings while looking in the direction of Ma Xiaoyu and Bai Kongque. Ma Xiaoyu had her back to him, breathing steadily, and everything seemed normal. The white peacock had curled up its body, its brows were furrowed, a blush appeared on its face, and its breathing was rapid. Although she didn't know what she had encountered, Yin Xiu was very sure that the white peacock must have been under an illusion. As for Ma Xiaoyu, she was simply sleeping soundly. However, it stands to reason that Ma Xiaoyu would not sleep so deeply, even if the person who came was an expert in Qinggong. What kind of person could have created such a thick fog and yet made Ma Xiaoyu completely unaware of the visitor? Fortunately, the enemy hiding in the fog seemed to be coming for him and only targeting him. After thinking for a moment, Yin Xiu finally spoke. "Hey, my friend, whether you are a human, a demon, or a ghost, if you want to meet me, you have to show up, okay? Otherwise, you can only write a letter and ask a postman to send it to me, and we can become a pair of pen pals who respect each other. " Ha ha ha ha... A cold and low voice came from the fog. Yin Xiu could feel that the guy was spying on him in the thick fog, and seemed to be considering whether to show up. The guy in the thick fog didn't move, so Yin Xiu didn't move either, but just gently held the Izumi Ichimonji in his hand. Because he knew that if he acted rashly at this time, he would easily fall into a disadvantage. Even though he was a great master of the synesthesia realm, Yin Xiu had learned from previous battles where the weak defeated the strong that intelligence was a more useful weapon than weapons. Although fists and feet are needed to defeat the enemy in the end, without sufficient intelligence and knowing who the enemy is, those sharp weapons will not know where to swing. Therefore, Yin Xiu did not plan to take action before obtaining enough information. Anyway, the other party's target is only him, and it has nothing to do with those two girls. Finally, during the stalemate, other sounds appeared in the thick fog. There was a series of footsteps, as if they were stepping in the water, making a splashing sound, and a cool vapor blew towards me. Yin Xiu suddenly perked up and felt his eyes suddenly become much clearer. In a flash, the cave suddenly became crowded without anyone noticing. Standing at the front were two maids in ancient costumes, their faces as white as paper, each holding a cardboard lantern with no light inside. At the back, there were two rows of six soldiers, wearing blue-white military uniforms from an unknown era. They had no weapons in their hands, but were holding up signs, a total of six wooden signs.
The first ones are "respect" and "avoidance", followed by "protecting the territory" and "ensuring the people", and the last ones are "Red River" and "Dragon King". Behind these soldiers was probably the person who had been watching him. A curtain was hung in the sedan chair carried on the shoulders of four bearers with pale faces, and inside it was a pitch-black shadow. And on the top of the sedan chair, there was an umbrella for all people, with a ribbon hanging down, covering the top of the sedan chair. The person in the sedan chair is probably the Red River Dragon King, the deity who is responsible for making clouds and rain in the Jiaozhi area. Only these dragon kings can bring such abundant moisture when they travel. Because this is part of their fairy spirit and it is also the guarantee that the Dragon King can walk on the ground. Even in such a dry time, the appearance of the Red River Dragon King caused water droplets to seep out of the dry rock walls. "Yin Xiu, a disciple of Maoshan, pays homage to the Dragon King." Yin Xiu did not put the Izumi Ichimonji away, but held it in his hand and saluted the Red River Dragon King. However, there was no response from inside the sedan, only a strange gurgling sound. Yin Xiu paused for a moment, then realized that this Dragon King seemed to be a ghost fairy, not a righteous god. Ghost immortals can be cultivated through military transformation or other means, but righteous gods need to go through more tribulations and practice more. Most importantly, to become a righteous god, one needs to be canonized by the court and worshipped with incense. This is Jiaozhi. Officials from the Central Plains court cannot be sent here, so there are no so-called righteous gods here. Even if the Red River Dragon King is worshipped with incense and offerings, he cannot become a righteous god. However, in order to communicate with non-human ghosts and fairies, special means are needed, namely, ghosts eating mud. "Sorry, please wait a moment." Making a gesture over there, Yin Xiu took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket that had melted a little due to the high temperature in recent days. He tore open the wrapper, squeezed and rubbed the chocolate in his hands, and finally turned it into a mud ball and stuffed it into his mouth. Yin Xiu opened his mouth and made a gurgling sound. "I wonder what the Dragon King wants you to do for him?" Yin Xiu asked respectfully. On the other side, the Red River Dragon King finally responded. Its voice sounded a little old. Although it was not hoarse, it was not very pleasant to hear. "I was traveling and passed by this cave. I wanted to hide here for a while, but I didn't expect to bump into you." "It was our fault for not greeting the Dragon King respectfully." Yin Xiu replied like this, but he didn't think that way in his heart. The Red River Dragon King has supernatural powers that can control the clouds and rain, travel a thousand miles a day, and spy on ghosts and gods at night. How could he not know that there is someone hiding among them? It must be hiding some secret here, but it just hasn't revealed it yet. "It doesn't matter." The curtain stirred, and in the bright light, the broad body of the Red River Dragon King appeared faintly. There was a crown on its head, with pearls and jade hanging down in front of its face. Whether it is the size of the crown or the shape of the head, it shows that it is not a human being, but a dragon sitting upright. "Fellow Daoist, you are from the Central Plains, right?"
After a pause, the Red River Dragon King emphasized, "Changbai Mountain, I feel the breath of Changbai Mountain. There, I once participated in a banquet held by Lord Taibai in the forest. It was truly magnificent and filled with fairy air. But this happened three hundred years ago. I wonder if Lord Taibai is doing well now?" Yin Xiu's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he suppressed his emotions and simply replied, "Lord Taibai's blessings are long-lasting, and he will live as long as the heaven and earth." "That's right, he lives as long as the heaven and earth. After all, he is a true god, worshipped by people from all over the country. No matter which dynasty it was, the imperial court had to send a document to Changbai Mountain to enthrone him. He is truly very majestic. In comparison, I am just a ghost fairy, receiving incense and offerings in vain, but in the end I cannot sit in the temple." The Red River Dragon King sighed like this, seeming to be very envious. In fact, what Yin Xiu didn't know was that the Red River Dragon King was actually hated by the court because he helped the prince of the fallen country during the turmoil of the previous dynasty, so he fled along the river all the way to Jiaozhi. "Lord Dragon King, compared to us mortals who are born and die every day, you are already an eternal existence. Why do you need to be so sentimental?" Yin Xiu replied. "eternal?" The Red River Dragon King placed one hand, or rather one claw, under his chin, as if he was thinking, or asking a question. "Does eternity mean immortality? Does eternity mean immortality?" It kept repeating itself, and its voice seemed to become even older and hoarser than before. Yin Xiu didn't reply, and he didn't know how to reply. He just waited for the Red River Dragon King to continue. However, the Red River Dragon King's topic came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly stretched out a claw from behind the curtain. It was a green claw with black spots, thick and powerful. Before he knew it, the claw had already reached Yin Xiu's face. "A mere mortal stealing the power of the Dragon Emperor's son, do you know that this is against the will of heaven?" Anger began to creep into its voice, and the meridians in its claws seemed to swell due to the emotional fluctuations. "Return it to me, and give the power of the Dragon Emperor to the real dragon. Then, I can fly in the clouds again and make the clouds and rain fall." Its claws gradually approached Yin Xiu's eyes, and the power of the three-colored dragon emperor hidden in Yin Xiu seemed to have sensed the call, and began to evaporate and fly. Three flying dragons, green, white, and red, rose from Yin Xiu's shoulders, creating some kind of resonance with the Red River Dragon King. Stupid! Izumi Ichimonji was unsheathed again, and hot blood dripped from Yin Xiu's palm. As his blood dripped onto the ground, the mist of the three-colored Dragon Emperor on his shoulder disappeared and returned to Yin Xiu's body. The claws of the Red River Dragon King stopped where they were and did not move forward at all. "Why?" it asked. "Lord Dragon King, it's a pity that you seem to have lost the ability to control the clouds and rain because of the power of the drought demon, and fell from the clouds." Yin Xiu felt very sympathetic towards it, but his expression remained firm. "But I collected the three-colored dragon emperor's children for something more important. Before I complete that task, I will never hand them over. No one, no one can take them away."
Yin Xiu's eyes were ferocious and his palms were shaking, both because of the pain and because of excitement. His blood fell on the blade of Izumi Ichimonji's sword, flowed along the blade to the tip, and dripped onto the ground. It seemed to be drops of boiling hot blood full of vitality, so much so that even the Red River Dragon King was shocked. It emerged from the curtain. It was the body of a dragon, but it was thin and cracked, like an old man exposed to the sun. Originally it was protected by water vapor, so this kind of situation shouldn't have happened. However, just as Yin Xiu said, Hanba took away the clouds, which caused the Red River Dragon King to lose his original magical powers. It began to weaken, so it placed all its hopes on the Dragon Emperor. Taking away the Dragon Emperor's son from Yin Xiu seems to be its last hope. "I'm sorry, Lord Dragon King, even though I can feel your pain, I can't help you." The Red River Dragon King said nothing more. In another blink of an eye, its figure returned to the sedan chair and hid behind the curtain. They came and went in a hurry, and as the team turned around, the thick fog also flew out of the cave. Yin Xiu remained where he was, as if nothing had happened. However, the pain in his hand, the blood on the ground, and the sigh in the thick fog were real. All of this was not a dream, but actually happened. (End of this chapter)