Wujunzhuang Dakuan held a sword in his hand and strode towards Qian Rujian from the mid-air.
But when he was only three feet away, a breath suddenly flowed, and Qian Rujian's black scales suddenly disappeared, leaving only a single garment that looked like an ordinary spirit body.
Cheng Yu frowned slightly as he watched the changes in the field.
He was abandoned by the black dragon.
"Zizi..."
There was a very slight sound of skin burning in the air.
"Ah! Ah!"
Qian Rujian was under the shade of a willow tree, and wherever the dappled sunlight hit his face and body, black smoke began to emit, and then his skin began to fester.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhuang Dakuan swung out a soul-binding rope from his arms, tied Qian Rujian, and with a flick of his wrist, he violently pulled it into the ground.
At the same time, he ordered the messenger behind him to take him directly back to the Wujun Palace of the Yins to await trial.
On the other side, Hou Siniang saw Qian Rujian's miserable state, her face remained expressionless, and she didn't even notice that the black veil on her body was beginning to fade away.
Seeing that the afternoon sun was about to shine all over her body, Qian Rujian just now only hit some dappled areas and almost fainted.
Fortunately, the Silver-armored Ginseng General under Wu Jun was very thoughtful. When he saw Qian Rujian's sudden change, he was already paying attention to Hou Siniang on the other side. When he saw the black gauze on her body beginning to fade, the Silver-armored Ginseng General immediately threw it out.
A soul-binding rope dragged Hou Siniang into the ground.
Jia Fei, who was watching the whole thing from the side, finally solved the question she had always had in mind. It turns out that if a person dies directly under the sun, the soul of the dead will fall directly into the underground underworld.
Although Qian Duofu died tragically during the day, the wind and snow blocked the sun, so the soul of the deceased naturally floated out of the body normally.
"Crack!"
Hou Siniang has disappeared, leaving a piece of pitch-black scales the size of a bowl that fell to the ground, still exuding a bit of cold air.
The judges of Wujun Palace and the cat demon Jia Fei who were present all stared at the scales. They did not notice that Cheng Yu Yuanshen had walked to the riverside, staring at the surging river below.
"Come out."
He uttered two words coldly, which made everyone look at the young gentleman in white shirt standing by the river.
I saw the sleeves of his robe waved slightly, and with a sound of "Wow!", a ball of blisters emerged from the river. Inside the blisters was a piece of pitch-black scales, which was exactly the one that Qian Rujian had worn before.
"Pa!"
The scales fell to the ground without a drop of water on them, and they landed right next to Hou Siniang's.
Everyone turned their attention from Cheng Yu by the river back to the two scales on the ground.
But still no one noticed that Mr. Wen Sheng in white shirt was still motionless, staring at the surging river in the distance.
"Wow... Wow..."
At this time, a play happened to be ending. During the interval, several children were laughing and playing, and gradually they reached the riverside.
"Huh? Why are all the boats on the river missing? The river seems to be retreating!"
One of the clever little boys pointed at the river and said.
"Daddy! Daddy! Come and see."
Another kid who was slightly older noticed something was wrong and turned around and shouted.
A dark-skinned man wearing a bamboo hat came forward after hearing this. He saw that the river water had been receding, revealing the stone slabs covered with water plants and moss below. Suddenly his face changed drastically, and he shouted to the people behind him:
"Run quickly, the tide is coming!"
When the people behind him heard the word "surging tide", they immediately panicked and ran away. Everyone in the troupe didn't know what happened, so they grabbed a local man and asked.
"Go to higher ground quickly, the tide is coming! The tide is coming, and it can drown people!"
So everyone in the troupe threw down their painted helmets and fiddle and drum stands, and followed the people to flee to higher ground.
One of the young ladies dressed in Tsing Yi tripped in a hurry and fell to the ground with her feet sprained, shouting "Ouch" in pain.
A big man with a red face who was running in front of him heard the sound and hurried over. He carried the lady in green on his back and walked away like flying, leaving everyone in the team behind in a few steps.
The man wearing a bamboo hat was running towards higher ground with his son in his arms. When he was about to look back to see if the river had come up, he found that the originally lively riverside had become extremely deserted. There was only a woman in a green shirt looking towards the river, still standing where she was.
The ground didn't move.
He frowned, and finally slowed down and turned around and shouted:
"Girl, leave the river quickly, it's dangerous!"
The woman in green shirt not only ignored him, but even walked towards the river bank.
It’s over, this girl is probably seeking death.
The man wearing the bamboo hat sighed inwardly, hugged his son and continued to run. Finally, he climbed up a high slope and looked towards the river with other people running towards the river.
Jia Fei and everyone from Wu Jundian were behind Cheng Yu at this time.
A white wave more than three feet high has surged in the center of the river.
"Wow... Wow..."
The river is still receding, and now the bottom of the river near the shore can be seen.
"Crack!"
Many small whitebait are bouncing and struggling on the bottom of the river.
Suddenly, there was a slight tremor on the ground, followed by a fishy-smelling breeze, which actually blew a strand of Jia Fei's black hair into chaos.
However, the people on the high slopes in the distance were all staggered by this "breeze".
Waves began to form at the bottom of the rolling whitecaps.
Coming.
"Stand back a little, don't let the river water splash your shoes."
Cheng Yu turned his head slightly and said casually to the cat demon.
When Jia Fei heard this, he took two steps back. All the ghosts in Wujun Palace, all of whom were souls, also took a step back.
At this time, the white waves were pushing closer and closer to the shore, and the shocking "roaring" sound of the water and the "whooshing" sound of the wind rushed towards the shore.
Following the incoming tide, Jia Fei gradually raised his gaze to look at the top of the waves, but he was not panicked at all.
Cheng Yu stood in mid-air, looking at the incoming tide that was almost at eye level with him. He untied the jade gourd from his waist with his right hand, pulled out the jade plug and shook it lightly in his hand. He turned back and smiled at Wu Junzhuang Dakuan:
"Master Wu, Mr. Cheng's general is not drunk enough anymore. He will have to go to your place to bother you someday."
"Hahaha, sir, don't worry, I, Zhuang Dakuan, am not that stingy person. I have enough wine at my place, and I'm always waiting for you!"
Lord Wu’s spiritual body naturally has no feeling for such turbulent waves.
Besides, there's the young man in white shirt in front of you blocking me, so what's there to be afraid of?
Cheng Yu turned sideways and bowed his hands to him, then raised the jade gourd. A stream of clear wine shone with cold light, drew an arc, and accurately fell into his mouth.
A gentleman in white shirt by the river holds a jade gourd in his right hand and puts his left hand behind his waist. Facing the surging tide, he lifts up his clothes, raises his leg and takes a gentle step forward. At the same time, he opens his mouth and whispers: p>
"Five-flowered horse..."
Take another gentle step.
"Qianjinqiu..."
He thought one step at a time, paused for a moment, raised the jade gourd, poured another drink into his mouth, and took another step forward.
"Hu'er will exchange for fine wine..."
After reading this sentence, he turned his body slightly to his side and stood still, with his left hand behind his back. The waves more than three feet high, accompanied by the sound of roaring water, were close in front of him.
The strong winds contained in it even blew up the ribbons of his spiritual body.
"Boom boom boom!"
Cheng Yu was hanging in the air, looking up slightly at the top of the rolling waves, and casually sprinkled the last bit of wine in the jade gourd onto the huge waves in front of him:
"I will sell you all the sorrows of eternity."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Quiet.
It was so quiet that Jia Fei thought he was having a dream.
"Boom, boom!"
A muffled thunder sounded out of nowhere in the sky, and she woke up just now.
She lowered her head and looked at the blue boots on her feet, and sure enough, not a drop of water had touched them.
I thought I would witness an earth-shattering fierce battle, but I didn’t know that in the end, the Bird Master only took three steps, spilled a few drops of wine, and melted away the huge waves more than three feet high and the biting wind inside...<
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At this time, the water on the river was calm, with only a little foam floating, but it soon broke.
It's like nothing happened.
If it weren't for the young gentleman in white shirt still standing on the river, she would have pinched her thigh to see if she was still dreaming.
"Lord Wu Jun's general drunkenness is really powerful and majestic. Only a few drops of it melted away such huge waves carrying strong winds."
An insidious military judge started to flatter Zhuang Dakuan behind his back.