It is very likely that when Zhao Siliang spread out the poems and paintings of "Bamboo and Stone", the monster used magic to connect the poems and paintings of "Bamboo and Stone" to make the fake fake and confuse him, thus achieving a certain goal.

Ye Wuque snorted coldly, followed Zhao Siliang's advice, kept a close eye on the spiritual platform, and was vigilant, and his qi and blood were prosperous. As long as he was not aware of it, there should be no major problems.

"Huh? No, why did Brother Ye leave Sihua so far? I can no longer feel his breath."

Zhao Siliang suddenly looked at the side of his eyes, and knew that Ye Wuque had changed in the fog of resentment of monsters, so he quickly asked the holy words and used his talent to stir up his spirit. He wanted to use the words of the saint to wake Ye Wuque, who was trapped in the fog of resentment,

But this time, his Confucianism for the Saint Word had no effect. After all, he was just a little scholar. He had insufficient literary status and had very limited power to ask Saint Word for the Saint Word. He could not break through the fog of resentment.

"Bulie Nose, Brother Ye has been tricked in it. Don't hide your weakness. Use your method to put your back on the box and you will thank you again afterwards."

Zhao Siliang was anxious and uneasy. He was filled with his own talent and money-free poetry into the poems and paintings of "Bamboo and Stone". The poems and paintings began to dispel the resentment and fog, but the results were not ideal.

The sound of the Taoist scriptures in Li Chengye's mouth became louder and louder. The talismans in his hand flew out one by one, and some even rushed straight into the fog of resentment and disappeared.

Obviously, Li Chengye is also preparing for a decisive blow.

Qu Baiqiu was taking care of Jin Sheng on the side, her face was deeply worried, and her hands were tightly pinched together, and she didn't know how to turn white. After hearing Zhao Siliang's words, she was anxious in her heart, and it was very difficult to bear.

There was a look of struggle in her eyes, and her relationship with Ye Wuque in her heart was gradually overwhelming.

In the mist of resentment, Ye Wuque was spinning carefully in the bamboo forest, trying to find the hiding place of the monster's resentful soul, but the bamboo forest was empty and the fallen leaves could be heard, only the sound of his own footsteps. This silence can make people panic and crazy.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind. When Ye Wuque turned around, he saw a yellow weasel slightly larger than a domestic cat chasing a pink butterfly.

It seems to be very playful, and chasing pink butterflies is not for filling their stomachs, but for playing.

After several consecutive pounces, the yellow tiger and wolf did not catch the butterfly, but instead fell a few times, and were stained with two bottles of yellow bamboo leaves.

The pink butterfly flew away, and the weasel squatted there, staring blankly at the flying weasel. Her bright and wise eyes had deep desire and envy, as if it also wanted to fly into the blue sky like that pink butterfly, flapping its wings and flying into the blue sky to chase different scenery.

The pink butterfly flew farther and disappeared in the end. The yellow tiger and wolf shook their heads, with some regrets.

"Is this the evil spirit of that monster? I remember Jin Sheng said that when he was dreaming, it was this weasel who bit him to death several times..."

Ye Wuque had a thought and was about to go up to catch the yellow tiger and wolf to rescue Jin Sheng, but the yellow tiger and wolf suddenly turned around and looked at him.

Ye Wuque saw no fear or hatred for people from those eyes that had just emerged with wisdom. He only had curiosity and an inexplicable yearning.

The weaselwolf stood up, as if learning from humans, and looked at Ye Wuque for a long time.

For some reason, Ye Wuque couldn't even take action when he looked at those pairs of spiritual wisdom eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and was about to deal with the weasel, but the yellow tiger and wolf rushed into the bamboo forest first and disappeared.

Next, the four seasons in the bamboo forest alternated, as if one breath was one season. Ye Wuque witnessed the weasel's life with his own eyes. He saw the growth of the weasel with his own eyes. He preyed, played, and pursued his companion; he was spiritual, and he worked hard to practice, and he fought against powerful enemies until one day, auspiciousness came from the sky and auspiciousness was plagued by the auspiciousness. The weasel was so excited that it began to run wildly throughout the mountains and fields.

Of course, none of this happened in the bamboo forest. I don’t know when the environment was no longer the bamboo forest. Ye Wuque was stunned and did not notice it.

This is a temperate deciduous forest with distinct seasons. It is winter, with snow covered, and it is very difficult for the yellow tiger and wolf to run.

It squeaked anxiously, its eyes full of anxiety. It didn't know how long it took to run before finally meeting a woodcutter wearing a ragged clothes.

The weasel was overjoyed and ran to the woodcutter without thinking. The man stood up, raised his claws over his head, hugged them together, bowed deeply, as if he was bowing.

It squeaked a few times, and its eyes stared at the woodcutter, full of desire.

The woodcutter seemed to have no idea what the weasel was going to do at first, but just held the axe in his hand tightly. The hand holding the axe was tightly pinched and full of aggressiveness, as if it was about to chop it down at any time.

He even licked his lips, which were frozen and purple, and the cracked corners were bloodthirsty.

He hadn't had a meat meal for a long time. It was already very difficult to survive in that chaotic era.

Gradually the woodcutter seemed to understand that the weasel was asking him for a title. As long as he could say the word "羊", the weasel would gain enlightenment and even have the chance to take off his shell.

But what good is it for him to do this? His hunger made his heart's desire for food overwhelm.

"Not like!"

Finally, under the weasel's extremely eager and anxious eyes, the woodcutter squeezed out two words from the gap between his teeth. The two light words made the weasel's century-long hard work all turned into the past and put it into vain.

The weasel was stunned and looked at the woodcutter in disbelief, as if he didn't understand the little thing that was just a small task. It was full of longing for humans, why the strength of all spirits did not help, and why it could not tolerate it so much.

As soon as he finished speaking, the auspiciousness that had been plagued with him dissipated with him. He also had a hundred years of hard practice, eating morning dew early, taking nectar at night, baptized by the sun and moonlight, forged by the thunder of heaven, and escaping from the gates of hell countless times.

"Hmph, do you, the beast who steals chickens, want to be granted a seal? Don't think about it, I don't have the time to help you achieve enlightenment in this troubled world." The woodcutter sneered, raised the axe in his hand, swallowed a mouthful, and looked at the weasel.

Those invisible and intangible cultivation spewed out of the weasel's body, turned into the energy of heaven and earth again, and were scattered and returned to heaven and earth.

The wind blew around, and the snowflakes all over the ground formed a strong blizzard, and the woodcutter was blown back by the wind.

But the axe in his hand was thrown out the previous moment. Although it was displaced by the strong wind, it still hit the weasel, almost cutting off one of its legs.

"Squeak..."

A weasel's mouth made the listener cry. Listening to the sad scream, the sound seemed to be sobbing under the wind, like crying, like crying, like resentment, and crying, as if crying about the injustice of Cangtian and the cruelty of this fate.
Chapter completed!