Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

第190章 妖女修仙的3大障碍（19）2合1加更～

Song Zhiyan held the purple vine in her hand and gently knocked on the door of the Yan residence's kitchen.

The door creaked open slowly, and a white-haired old man was examining the medicinal materials in the medicine furnace with a frown on his face.

Song Zhiyan handed the purple vine to the old man and said softly, "Doctor, this is the purple vine. I hope you can prepare medicine for Li Mo as soon as possible to heal the scars on his face."

The old man took the purple vine, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he looked at it carefully, gently stroking the vine with his fingers.

It is indeed a top-quality medicinal material!

He nodded and said to Song Zhiyan, "Don't worry, Miss Song. With this purple vine, Master Yan's facial injuries will heal sooner."

"Thank you. I hope you don't tell Yan Limo that I've been here."

Song Zhiyan nodded slightly, then she and her maid Chun Xing left Yan's house quietly just as they had come.

Chun Xing didn't understand why her young lady didn't say it, so she couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhiyan smiled and said, "You don't need to let others know when you do good things."

That is impossible!

Things are meant to be seen by others. If no one knows, then what's the point of doing it!

On the surface, she came to Yan's house quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

However, those seemingly insignificant servants in the Yan Mansion had already seen every move in the mansion.

Chun Xing nodded in sudden realization, and then asked the next question: "Then Miss, how can you be sure that the prefect's wife will give us the purple vine?"

"Of course it's because of Miss Jing. Let's go." Song Zhiyan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Everyone in Qianzhou knew that Jing Qiudie loved Yan Limo, and the prefect's wife loved Jing Qiudie, the daughter of her old friend, very much. How could she refuse her request?

Ah.

The monster ran away quite quickly.

Fortunately, she had foresight and attached a portrait of Song Yuesheng when she sent the letter. No matter where she escaped, the demon-catching Taoist priests in Xuanwu Mountain would not let her go.

Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon, so she should think about how to make arrangements.

The Qixi Festival is the day that young men and women in Qianzhou look forward to the most. Except for the gods who are not allowed to marry outside the tribe, people from other tribes will seek good matches on that night, no matter whether the other party is a human, a demon or a ghost.

That night, the sky was full of twinkling stars and the world was lit with candles.

On the streets, women dressed in various gorgeous clothes hold lanterns and walk shyly side by side with their loved ones.

There are no rules tonight, no distinction between humans, demons, gods or ghosts, only young men and women eager to find their true love.

However, this kind of equality and harmony only exists in the city of Qianzhou. Outside Qianzhou, the four tribes are still fighting, burning, killing and looting tonight.

Thousands of miles away from Qianzhou, a black horse was drinking water by a river. Beside it, a girl in a green skirt was lying leisurely, with a bit of indifference and alienation in her eyes.

"Sister Yue, there is a village not far ahead. Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day in the small world, don't you want to go and play for a while?"

"No, it's still a long way to the Far North."

Song Yuesheng raised his hand and placed it on his forehead, with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his eyes.

She overestimated herself, thinking that with the horse riding skills she learned briefly on the crew, she would be able to easily control those tall and mighty horses in this small world.

result……

Ugh.

If he hadn't relied on the fact that he was a demon and knew some magic, he wouldn't have been able to steady the horse so easily.

"Is this the most prosperous Qianzhou in the human world? It looks too desolate."

Suddenly, a contemptuous female voice came from a distance.

Song Yuesheng immediately became alert.

"Of course it's desolate, this is not Qianzhou at all. Anyway, Lord Siming, how could you have taken the wrong road?"

"Isn't this Qianzhou? But..."

"Don't worry, we are going to the mortal world secretly. Time is limited. Come with me to Qianzhou."

As the voice fell, two white lights streaked across the sky and flew towards the direction of Qianzhou.

Song Yuesheng lowered her eyelids to hide the complex emotions in her eyes.

The current plot has deviated from the original track, and there is even a plot where Sima Ming and Fairy Yaoguang go to Qianzhou to assist Jun Yu in overcoming the tribulation.

Fortunately, this incident had no impact on her mission.

She came to her senses, used her spiritual power to set up protection around her, and then continued to rest with peace of mind.

**

At the same time, in the western suburbs of Xunzhou.

A seriously injured lion demon was lying among the messy branches, staring fiercely at the demon-catching Taoist priest in front of him.

"On the Chinese Valentine's Day and New Year's Eve of the human race, neither the gods nor the Taoist demon catchers can come to Qianzhou to catch demons. This has been the custom for two hundred years. You...how dare you break the balance of hundreds of years!" The lion demon's voice was hoarse and trembling, as if it was the last bit of strength squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"The reason why Qianzhou can maintain peace is entirely due to the protection of this custom. If you kill me today, you will break this balance. Aren't you afraid that Qianzhou will be like other states and cities and never have peace for a day?"

Jun Yu stared at the lion demon coldly: "With demons like you taking advantage of trouble to cause chaos in Qianzhou, there will be fewer and fewer talented people."

These monsters relied on local customs to cause chaos in Qianzhou and killed unarmed civilians.

If he let them go, he would be disregarding Xuanwushan's teachings.

After saying that, Jun Yu raised his hand and chanted a spell, and a blazing flame instantly burst out from his fingertips, wrapping around the lion demon like a fire dragon.

In just a moment, the lion demon stopped breathing.

"Who? Come out!"

Jun Yu's voice was as cold as an ice knife.

He waved his hand, and the flames at his fingertips pierced through the darkness like a meteor, heading straight for a tall tree next to him.

Just as the flames were about to touch the tree, a panicked voice came from behind the tree: "Master Jun, please show mercy, it's me, Song Zhiyan!"

Under the night sky, Song Zhiyan slowly walked out from behind the tree, with a bit of embarrassment and apology on her face, as if she was apologizing to Jun Yu for her reckless behavior.

"you saw it?"

Jun Yu looked impatient.

The human race knows very little about monsters, so Xuanwu Mountain stipulates that when every disciple goes down the mountain to eliminate monsters, they must not let the people know about the existence of monsters unless it is absolutely necessary, so as to prevent them from living in endless fear.

He didn't know Song Zhiyan's personality, what if she spread rumors everywhere...

Song Zhiyan bowed slightly and saluted him: "Don't worry, Master Jun. I was once taught by a wandering Taoist priest. I know a little bit about catching demons, and I also know that there are some things that cannot be said carelessly."

When she noticed that he was about to turn around and leave, Song Zhiyan hurriedly spoke to persuade him to stay: "The demons are rampant tonight, Master Jun, why don't we catch the demons together and protect the people of Qianzhou?"

"No need!"

Jun Yu responded coldly, then turned and left without hesitation.

However, it seemed that Song Zhiyan had used a positioning spell on him, and he would meet her no matter where he went.

Jun Yu stopped and stared coldly at Song Zhiyan who was half a step away from him: "If you follow me again, I will kill you."

Song Zhiyan's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was trembling and aggrieved: "I... I just..."

Jun Yu’s brows were furrowed.

He was so annoyed to see this face, it always made him hallucinate the ungrateful Song Yuesheng.

At this moment, a flower girl came up to them with a basket full of flowers and a beautiful smile.

Yaoguang's eyes paused between the two of them for a moment, then she picked up a flower from the basket and said, "How could this handsome young man make my lady so sad? I have some beautiful flowers here, so why not buy one and give it to this lovely girl to make her smile."

It’s so right to come down to earth with Siming!

Jun Yu glanced at her coldly.

Yaoguang swallowed in fear.

Although she and Siming secretly came down to earth to help the God to overcome his emotional tribulation, Yaoguang mostly wanted to watch the fun and forgot that the God in front of her was not someone she could easily provoke.

"I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean to disturb you. These flowers are my compensation for her reckless behavior, and I give them to this girl for free."

Siming walked slowly forward with an apologetic smile and bowed deeply to Jun Yu.

Then, she stuffed the flower basket into Song Zhiyan's hands, grabbed Yaoguang's hand without hesitation, and turned away.

When they reached a place with few people, Siming sighed in frustration: "Why did you set your sights on the Gods to make money? Besides, the silver of the human race is completely different from the jade of the Gods."

"Wuwuwu... Stop talking, I just forgot." Yaoguang tightly grasped Siming's arm and asked for help with tears in her eyes, "Siming, you often live in the Ninth Heaven, so you must see the God often. Do you think that when the God returns from his calamity, will he cause trouble for me?"

Siming seriously corrected her wrong understanding: "The gods living in the Ninth Heaven cannot leave their own residences at will. As for the God, I know almost the same as you do. He is decisive in killing and inhumane. Moreover..."

Siming's long silence made Yaoguang panic. She kept urging him, "And what? Tell me now! I'm so anxious!"

Siming was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling and judging internally, and finally he spoke slowly: "I think the girl who appeared on the star map is not the one just now. And at the place where I went wrong just now, I sensed the magic power belonging to the God, although it was extremely weak and almost impossible to capture..."

"Hahaha, you said it's hard to catch, it must be your illusion!" Yaoguang patted Siming's shoulder and teased with a smile.

She thought for a while, then continued, "We have asked many people since we came to Qianzhou, and they all said that the girl is Song Zhiyan. Look, both her appearance and her name are exactly the same as those on the star map of your Siming Palace. What else is there to doubt?"

Sima Ming couldn’t explain it, but the star map was determined by heaven and was never wrong.

She adjusted her thoughts and smiled at Yaoguang: "Okay. Then let's find a suitable time to send the gift out. The demon tribe has been restless, I hope the God can return from the calamity as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, it will definitely work!"

In order to help Jun Yu overcome his tribulation, Siming and Yaoguang planned to do something big.

But Jun Yu thought the two of them were very strange.

The flower-selling girls in Qianzhou never wore strange clothes like they did.

But there is no evil spirit about them.

Could it be that they are outsiders who came here because of its reputation?

It seems like this is the only possibility.

Jun Yu was relieved and prepared to continue inspecting Qianzhou.

"Master Jun..."

Jun Yu stopped and almost forgot about this person.

He turned around, used magic to make flames rise from his fingers, and threatened: "If Miss Song is willing to be the first person to be killed by the flames, then continue to follow."

Song Zhiyan's heart, which was filled with joy at receiving the flower basket, sank again at this moment.

Why is he still treating her like this?

She pinched her fingers and was about to continue persuading Jun Yu when an angry voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Sister Yue is not what you said!"

Jing Qiudie?

Song Zhiyan turned around quickly and saw Yan Limo, dressed in blue, leisurely selecting hairpins from a stall in a corner of the bustling market.

Jing Qiudie, who was standing next to him, had obvious anger on her face. Her little hand slapped the hairpin out of Yan Limo's hand, as if she was venting her dissatisfaction with this young man.

Yan Limo was startled by the slap. He picked up the hairpin and looked up at the orange cat held in Xi Que's arms.

"Song Yuesheng only told you that she was leaving Qianzhou, but didn't she say when she would be back? It's been more than half a month. If she wanted to come back, she would have come back a long time ago. Is there any need for you to keep that stinky cat?"

The orange cat meowed in dissatisfaction at Yan Limo.

The master's doing things is none of your business!

You are the stinky human, meow!

Yan Limo snorted contemptuously, with a mocking smile on his face: "Song Yuesheng is simply afraid that I will report him to the government office and put him in jail, so he ran away!"

His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for people around him to hear clearly.

The incident of the young master of the Yan family being scratched by a cat caused a sensation, and Song Yuesheng's sword-fighting competition with the daughter of the Song family at the banquet at the Jun Mansion made most people in Qianzhou know that there was a girl who looked like the number one talented woman.

Now that the young master of the Yan family mentioned that girl, the twists and turns involved cannot but make people delve deeper.

Jing Qiudie took a deep breath and tried to respond with a firmer voice: "Sister Yue...she must have her own difficulties, she will definitely come back!"

However, Yan Limo interrupted her impatiently as soon as she finished speaking: "Hardship? What hardship could she have? Xiaodie, have you been drugged? Every time you mention Song Yuesheng, you speak for her?"

“It’s obviously Brother Yan who is prejudiced against Sister Yue…Brother?!”

There was a hint of trembling in Jing Qiudie's voice.

Her gaze inadvertently shifted and fell on Jun Yu who was walking slowly in the distance, and Song Zhiyan who was following closely behind him. There was a bit of astonishment that was difficult to conceal in her voice.

No wonder Song Zhiyan wasn’t with Brother Yan today, it turns out she was pestering her brother!

"She left Qingzhou?"

Jun Yu's words were incoherent, but Jing Qiudie understood them. She nodded and said, "Sister Yue said that there was an emergency at home, so she had to go home. After finishing her business, she will come back to continue her trip in Qianzhou."

"Where can she find a home as an orphan?"

Jun Yu almost blurted it out.

However, as soon as he said this, he realized that he was being too abrupt.

Abrupt...abrupt what?

She doesn't even care about her own life, so how can she care whether others offend her background?

Jun Yu smacked his lips in annoyance, his eyes wandering to the orange cat: "Xiao Die, you keep this orange cat in the Jun Mansion?"

There was a subtle twist in his voice, as if he was looking for a new topic to cover up his gaffe.

Jing Qiudie patted the orange cat's head and said, "Yes, mother agreed. Little Orange Cat is very well behaved and rarely leaves my yard, so it's normal that you haven't seen him and don't know him."

Then, she looked at Song Zhiyan who was hanging her head, and asked the question in her heart: "Brother, why is Song Zhiyan following you?"

Jun Yu turned sideways, looked at the person next to him, and said lightly: "We just happened to meet."

Suddenly, the night sky darkened, with only the flickering candlelight around.

"Look at the sky!"

Someone shouted in the noisy crowd.

People looked up and saw a brilliant sea of ​​stars pouring down like a waterfall, instantly filling the entire sky.

The sea of ​​stars is dazzling, like millions of pearls jumping in the night sky, flashing charming light.

"Si Ming, is this enough?" On the top of the highest mountain in the eastern suburbs, Yaoguang put away her magic and looked at Siming beside her.

Siming nodded and said softly, "Yes. The human race has always loved the sea of ​​stars. It is not convenient for us to interfere with the Lord of God's tribulation. We can only do a certain degree of improvement. The rest depends on the Lord of God. The time is almost up. Let's go. We can't let the heavenly soldiers find out that I have left Siming Palace."

Yaoguang's spell can last for a quarter of an hour.

enough.