Soon, thick black blood suddenly emerged from the clear river water, and was sealed by the blood seals covering it, and did not scatter into the river water.

"Boom--" Xia Wuya held a sword in one hand and Zhang Langsie in the other hand and jumped out of the water.

"Cough cough cough..." Xia Wuya threw away the fur in his hand, supported the ground with a sword, knelt down and choked for a few mouthfuls of water.

Si Nan quickly went to help him, but was pushed away by Xia Wuya in disgust. He took out a silver-shelled fire note from his arms and threw it to Si Nan, asking him to burn the black thing sealed by the blood seal.

"Why do you want to catch these wolves in the water? Wouldn't it be good to lure them to the shore?" Si Nan burned for a long time and almost fell into the water. Finally, he finished the burning and looked up again, Xia Wuya had already changed into dry clothes.

"This is the puppet of the wolf demon," Xia Wuya wiped his sword with silk cloth. "They have the demonic energy of the wolf demon on them. Once it disperses, it will cause a plague and must be killed in the water mirror."

Si Nan picked up the wet wolf skin and shook it. He wanted to put it next to the fire and roast it with the clothes that Xia Wuya changed, but was ruthlessly rejected by the guards. He was obviously not a marquis at this time, but was just a foreign nobleman from afar. The guards did not take him seriously at all: "How can the dirty wolf skin defile the clothes of the national teacher?"

Fortunately, he was an optimistic minstrel, and he didn't care about this, and he thought the guards were right. He threw the wolf skin on the stone and dried it naturally. He ran to Xia Wuya and sat down, took out the zither hanging behind him, and gently tweaked the strings.

The simple and simple tone plays a music with exotic style, which is surprisingly beautiful on this wilderness.

Xia Wuya chuckled: "Although your huqin is small, it's beautiful."

"It's great if you like it." Si Nan smiled so hard that he couldn't see the eyes, and he performed music for the national teacher conscientiously.

Xia Wuya put away his sword and looked at him with one hand on his chin: "If you have this skill, you might as well be a musician in the palace. Follow me, but you don't have the chance to get promoted and make a fortune."

"Oh, dear national teacher, what I pursue is not promotion and wealth," his slender fingers stroked the strings one after another, and his blue eyes were filled with stars. "What the bard pursues is happiness, a story. In this country, you are the person most worthy of my pursuit. Can you tell me what the demonic energy is?"

The sky is getting darker and the sun sets and the moon rises.

Xia Wuya stretched out his hand, and a very faint starlight fell from the sky. Surrounded by his fingertips, the bright spots were very beautiful: "The demonic energy is naturally generated by the heaven and earth, and our spiritual race is accompanied by it, one rises and the other grows. The ones you burn today are the filthy condensed by the demonic energy. If there is less demonic energy, there will be fewer disasters in the world."

Si Nan was stunned by this beautiful scenery and forgot to play the piano. After a while, Xia Wuya spoke again, then came to his senses and continued to play: "Ah, we are called the Vampire." As he said that, he stretched out his teeth and showed it to the national master, and then quickly retracted, his ears red.
Chapter completed!