Xuanyin Waterfall is located north of Fengling, with the north of the mountain being yin, and the sunlight is limited.

In addition, the pool water is cold and the mist is filled with, and the chill it produces is just in line with the warm east wind.

At this time, the turbulent flow was noisy, and thunder was generated in the rocks, but it did not cover the horror of the screams. Yang Chaoxi's screams fell, but a force borrowed from somewhere was turned over and jumped up again, running towards the place where the crazy fish was thrown.

After a few breaths, he carried the bloody iron sword and turned back, pointing to Liu Xiaomu in front of him: "What do you...what do you want to do? If you want to harm my relatives and friends in the village, I will never stop with you..."

Liu Xiaomu suddenly turned around and bullied her body, her figure was agile and agile, and her skirt flew out like the flowing wind returning to snow. Yang Chaoxi was stunned, and Liu Xiaomu had stretched out his soft jade finger and bounced the iron sword. He heard a few clear sounds of "Dang, Dang, Dang" and the sword broke into several pieces in an instant like an ice sliver.

Liu Xiaomu put his hands on his waist, sneering and was quite proud: "As long as this kind of broken copper and iron, I want to hurt me? It's really a mantis arm to be a car! Besides, even if you kill all your relatives and friends in Yangliu Villa, you won't be a pity!"

Yang Chaoxi was at a loss and took a few steps back, but then stepped on the air and poured it into the Bibo Pond. He choked several times before he fluttered up: "Cough! Cough... what does they do to me do to you? If you hurt them at all, I will... not... follow me!"

Liu Xiaomu shook his head and said disapprovingly: "I didn't want to follow you. I just ran to find you and happened to see a good show... Alas! The heroes were short of breath and their children were in love. You humans were like this. But they refused to repent and passed down from generation to generation. What is called "loyalty, filial piety, integrity and righteousness". Of course, how they treat you has nothing to do with me! Otherwise, I took action early in the morning and would I still keep you alive and sigh for a long time?"

Although Yang Chaoxi felt that what she said was arbitrary and ridiculous, she couldn't think of a word to refute. She had to ask: "Then how did you find me? Did you use magic tricks like "Thousand Miles of Soul Chasing"?"

Liu Xiaomu looked at Yang Chaoxi, who was covered in water, and smiled and said, "No, no! 'Chasing the Soul for Thousand Miles' is the witchcraft of your human race. Although my demon race is serious about killing, he doesn't look down on such a small evil method.

It’s not easy to find you? I am a demon! My eyes, nose, and ears are better than your human race. You can travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a day. Just listen to it at Cuiyun Peak and Yangliu Villa, and smell it again. What can’t you know?”

After hearing this, Yang Chaoxi was speechless, but Liu Xiaomu approached a little, which made Yang suddenly feel uncomfortable. Liu Xiaomu looked at his tight muscles and suddenly smiled with a cramped smile: "What are you thinking? Are you thinking... Are you Guan Lin'er?"

Yang Chaoxi's face was flushed and said in anger, "What's your business? You witch is so ashamed, you don't know the difference between men and women... I'm going to wear clothes now, don't take a look..." After that, he covered his back and ran to the place where the tattered Taoist robe was placed.

Liu Xiaomu rolled his eyes: "Ji! Just a hairless monkey, what's so good about it? Besides, I was bathing in the small pool that year. Didn't you watch it carefully? Even if I look back, you won't be at a loss..."

Yang Chaoxi had already run away a little at this time, and he still heard clearly in his ears. Liu Xiaomu mentioned the embarrassing thing he had peeked at her bathing back then. His face had already red to the base of his neck, and he couldn't help but think: It's indeed a witch! He is shameless! But his appearance is really first-class...

Yang Chaoxi ran back to the granite side, took off the only shorts left on his body, wringed them out, and put them on again. Then he brought a tattered Taoist robe and numb shoes, and quickly put them on.

Turning his head, he saw the crazy fish lying straight in the gravel grass, and his belly was already so hungry that it was cramped. At this time, he didn't care much anymore and used the half-cut sword left in his hand as a dagger and scraped the crazy fish's body.

Outside the broken sword swallowing, there was a broken blade that was less than a foot long. It was quite easy to use to scrape scales and bones at this time. Yang Chaoxi did not care about the smell of fish. Every time he scraped a small piece of fish scale, he cut a piece of fish meat with the broken sword, roughly cut the fish bones and bones, and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them. He happily ate a few pieces of fish meat, and slightly relieved his hunger in his belly. When he raised his sword to scrape scales and cut the meat, he suddenly realized that the crazy fish in front of him had disappeared!

Yang Chaoxi's heart sank. He turned around and saw Liu Xiaomu dragging a long wooden hook. The wooden hook pierced the fish's mouth and dragging the crazy fish farther away.

Yang Chaoxi was furious: "Witch! Return me to fish, you... you bully people too much!"

Liu Xiaomu ignored him and still dragged the crazy fish and walked forward slowly. It was not until Yang Chaoxi chased after him, and then turned his head and smiled sweetly: "My fish is delicious, right?"

Yang Chaoxi was even more angry and did not answer, and wanted to take off the wooden hook after he broke his hand.

Liu Xiaomu jumped to the front side, and the crazy fish followed like a shadow and jumped to the front side. She giggled and said, "Why are you so anxious? Don't you have to cook all the food you humans?"

Yang Chaoxi's face looked ferocious: "Give it!" His body pounced on him again.

Liu Xiaomu laughed again, then said, "I want to eat my fish, so fierce. I am so scared!" While teasing, he avoided him several times to snatch him.

Yang Chaoxi was about to go crazy: "Hurry up and bring it!!" After saying that, he trembled with anger all over, and then rushed towards Liu Xiaomu.

Liu Xiaomu flashed and hid again, and Yang Chaoxi rushed to the gravel grass, slapped all sides of dust, but couldn't get up for a long time.

Liu Xiaomu stopped two feet away and observed Yang Chaoxi's movements... However, there was no movement for a long time.

"Isn't it because I fell to death?" Liu Xiaomu turned his head slightly and guessed suspiciously.

And Yang Chaoxi, who was pounced among the grass, finally reacted slowly, and his shoulders trembled violently, as if... cried...

Liu Xiaomu showed an expression of "not fun at all", threw down the wooden hook in his hand, and spread his hands helplessly. He walked forward gently, squatted down and patted Yang Chaoxi's trembling shoulders: "Hey! The little Taoist... I'm just kidding you! Don't have to express such true feelings, right?"

Yang Chaoxi spent a long time before he raised his head and said in tears: "You... you bully people too much... the people in the village bully me... you are a witch... you are also here to bully me... Woo, woo, woo!"

Liu Xiaomu frowned, feeling helpless: "But this is indeed my fish. I raised it to play with it, and I never planned to eat them... The one you killed is called 'Xuanqing Duwei', and I like it the most..."

"You are lying! This wilderness... What's the difference between you and the bandits who cut the path... The witch, you just rely on your magic to bully me, a single Taoist priest..." Yang Chaoxi angrily interrupted her joke and shouted in a crying voice.

Liu Xiaomu looked at him with interest: "So what if I rely on my magic? This mortal world is just a big fist! But seeing you crying so sadly, I feel compassionate and reluctantly give up my love... This 'Xuanqing Duke' will be given to you!"

Yang Chaoxi glared at her viciously before getting up, wiped away the snot and tears on his face, and walked straight towards the crazy fish.

As soon as I picked up the wooden hook and wanted to pull the green fish back, I heard Liu Xiaomu behind me suddenly say, "My 'Xuanqing Duwei' can be given to you, but there is a condition."

Yang Chaoxi's face was gloomy: "Witch, what other tricks do you want to play? Although I can't beat you, if I humiliate me like this, I will fight to the death!"

Liu Xiaomu smiled indifferently: "Don't you have to act like such a deep hatred! We've seen each other for the second time. If you have something to say, you can talk about it slowly. That, the fish gave you, you must teach me a human martial art, preferably one I haven't seen before."

Yang Chaoxi said coldly: "If I don't want to teach you, or you have seen the martial arts you taught, will you take back this fish?"

Liu Xiaomu giggled and said, "Of course, no need. You human race is always so quaint and careful. Our demon race is generous and will give you it. As for the conditions, it is just a sidekick. You can't let you get it for nothing, right?"

Yang Chaoxi pondered slightly before speaking two words: "Trade!"

After Yang Chaoxi finished speaking, he dragged the crazy fish back to the place where he had just peeled the scales and bones, and picked up the broken sword he had just left behind. When he looked back, the demon girl Liu Xiaomu disappeared. So he ignored her and scraped off all the crazy fish scales. He then cut the fish's belly open, washed all the internal organs, gills, etc., spread them on the granite, and cut them into several pieces for later use.

After dealing with the crazy fish, Yang Chaoxi used stones to build a simple oven, and found firewood and flint around, stuffed the firewood into the furnace, and ignited it with flint. When the fire became stronger, he used a fine firewood stick to spread the cut fish meat and grilled it on the oven. Soon, the fresh fragrance was already overflowing.

Yang Chaoxi brought the grilled fish to his mouth with one hand, and his mouth was so oily that he ate. He didn't have idle hands, so he picked up a piece of dressed fish and then grilled it on the oven.

After eating seven or eight pieces like this, the tempting smell of fish finally attracted Liu Xiaomu. At this time, the two of them were at peace, so they both took off their guards and sat face to face in front of the oven, holding the grilled fish and chewing them.

Yang Chaoxi finally calmed down at this time. While eating fish, she looked at Liu Xiaomu carefully. She saw her beautiful eyebrows, as thin as a "one", her red lips were small, as if they were cherry, her chin was slightly pointed, her nose was like jade, her pink ears were as white as shells, her outline was round, her skin was blown and could be broken, and her whiteness was red... No matter how she looked, she didn't look like a witch.

Liu Xiaomu buried her head and ate a few pieces of grilled fish. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a smile: "Does it look good?"

Yang Chaoxi's quiet behavior was revealed by her words, and her breath suddenly became stagnant. A piece of fish that had not been chewed into her throat and coughed violently: "Cough! Cough! Cough... I didn't look at you... Cough! Cough... Are you really a witch..."

Liu Xiaomu's pair of phoenix eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "The cooked duck has a stubborn mouth! I just looked at it, but I still refused to admit it. I am naturally a monster! Do you want to change my true form to show you?"

Yang Chaoxi waved his hand in a hurry, his mouth full of fish was blocking between his lips and teeth, and his speech was a little ambiguous: "It's still...it's still no need...what are you holding in your hand? Is it a flute?"

Yang Chaoxi was about to argue a few times, but suddenly he saw a tube of bark in her hand, with nine neat small holes on it.

Liu Xiaomu smiled and said, "This is called a squid, which evolved from a hu squid. Just now, I broke a willow branch and made it casually to waste my time. This is quite simple. I rub the bark and soften it, take out the wood core, then open nine holes, pinch one end flat, peel out the tender spring, and then make it."

Yang Chaoxi finally successfully changed the subject. Seeing that the demon girl Liu Xiaomu seemed to like the first-class silk and bamboo orchestra, she followed the flow and said, "Can this be blown? It's probably not as good as the flute and flute?"

Liu Xiaomu frowned and then raised her head: "Why can't you? I'll blow it to you!"

Before Yang Chaoxi could speak, Liu Xiaomu had already walked towards the pool, washed the fish oil in his hands and mouth, and then came back, sat cross-legged. He picked up the fish that was placed beside him and sent it to his lips. As his breath was breathing, a thin and clear sound poured out and immediately resounded through the deep pool.

The sound of fish is clear and slightly silenced in the clear and silenced. When it is high, it is like a stork singing in the stream, and when it is low, it is like a child crying at night.

The song played by Liu Xiaomu is not like her strange and unrestrained temperament. The tune is desolate, one chant and three sighs, and the sadness is filled with anger, and it is hard to get rid of depression! There is the determination of wearing a horse and a corpse, and the helplessness of a beauty in her late twilight years. The sadness and sadness of each sentence are not like the style of the Middle Earth.

Yang Chaoxi's eyes were dazed in front of him, as if a camel caravan between the yellow sand of thousands of miles of the Western Regions appeared, and a falcon with black feathers opened, hovering over the Gobi covered by the scorching sun...

After the song was over, the feeling was still not dissipated. Yang Chaoxi quietly played the tears at the corners of his eyes, and held up a smile and said, "The witch... Is there any name for the song you played? I have remembered the tune. If there is a piano in the future, you can play it again."

Liu Xiaomu smiled proudly: "This is called "The Book of the Side", which contains some tone of "Zhaojun Resentment". The little Taoist priest is not bad, and he can 'not forget'." Speaking of this, her face suddenly changed, "But, I'm very disliked when you speak up a 'witch'! You know my name clearly. Do you want to draw a clear line on your mouth!"

Yang Chaoxi looked embarrassed. He really had the idea of ​​"the human-demon's special way" in his name. At this moment, she pointed it out and had to bow and say, "Xiaomu... Girl, Xiaodao doesn't know your age and doesn't know what to call him, so he doesn't know what to call him. If you admit that you are a monster, you call him "the demon", which is worthy of your name. Besides, there is no intention of belittlement or contempt..."

Liu Xiaomu waved his hand and interrupted him: "That's it? Then there's no need to talk too much. My age... is naturally much older than you. If you call me "Sister" always feels that I'm at a disadvantage, and my call "Senior" seems old-fashioned... This way! You can imitate my fox junior and also call me "Auntie". I can afford this."

Yang Chaoxi hesitated for a while before tentatively shouting out: "Xiao... Xiaomu's 'aunt'?"

"Hey—! Good nephew! What's the matter with calling him 'aunt'?" Liu Xiaomu raised his eyebrows, obviously he was quite satisfied with the fact that he had picked up a "son of the chosen son" of the human race as a junior.

Yang Chaoxi asked, "Aunt Xiaomu, do women in the demon clan have become human form, and they all look so young and beautiful?"

Liu Xiaomu heard the compliment in his words and thought to himself: The human race is indeed cunning, and the flattery is not revealed. Is this the so-called "Spring and Autumn Brush"? He was calm on his face: "Of course! The demon race has a hard time practicing, and it is easy to avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters for hundreds of years. Once he achieves something, he will naturally have to change his beautiful skin. After all, it is mostly necessary to interact with you human race."

Yang Chaoxi knew that what she said was true, so he felt a little ashamed for the human race. When he raised his head, he thought of a retorted words and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

So he smiled and said, "But Aunt Xiaomu, if you always look like you are old and I will call you 'aunt', others will definitely misunderstand it. I don't know how many good marriages you have to miss..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Chaoxi had already escaped.
Chapter completed!