The incarnation of the old demon of the lawless Black Mountain, although he looks like a teenager of twelve or thirteen years old, has an extraordinary bearing and a noble atmosphere.

The owner of the art stall did not dare to be rude, and let him admire the beauty painting.

"Boss, how much does this painting cost?"

Wutian made a voice and asked the owner of the art stall for the price.

"A tael of silver!"

The stall owner quoted a price.

Calligraphy and painting are worth a thousand gold in the eyes of those who like them, but in the eyes of those who don't like them, they are worthless.

The owner of the painting stall quoted this price, in fact, it was also a test of the lawless attitude, and he was ready to be bargained.

"Give!"

Wutian didn't think about it, so he took out a tael of silver and handed it to the owner of the art stall.

Then he put the painting away.

On this beauty washing her hair, the beauty painted is Nie Xiaoqian, and this painting was also painted by the old demon of Montenegro when he was in the mortal world.

This painting was originally to protect Nie Xiaoqian, but she didn't want to, she still didn't escape her fate after all.

If this painting hadn't been lost and had stayed by Nie Xiaoqian's side, Nie Xiaoqian might not have died, or, even if she died, she wouldn't have been controlled by the Dryad.

When the owner of the painting stall saw Wutian giving money so easily, he immediately regretted it, he should have asked for a little more money.

It's just that when the owner of the art stall regretted it, Wutian had already taken the painting and turned away.

Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, Guobei County is such a place.

The people who do business, one more fierce than the other, are full of outlaws who are crazy about catching criminals and wanting to exchange bounties.

Wutian looks like this, people with eyesight will not come up to provoke, but in this world, there are not many smart people with eyesight.

Many people saw that Wutian was alone and looked like a teenager, but they had bad thoughts about him.

A middle-aged Jianghu man with a sword stopped in front of Wutian, took out a general order, and compared Wutian's appearance.

"Wang Yu, a flower thief, is short in stature, and within three months, he ruined the innocence of fourteen women from good families, and the bounty is one thousand taels."

"Look at this figure, it's you, that's right."

The middle-aged Jianghu people used the appearance of lawlessness, and compared it with the general order in their hands, they said that Wutian was a flower thief.

Wutian glanced at it curiously, the general order in the hands of the middle-aged Jianghu people.

The portrait on the general order still has a lot of beard on his face, and his face is fierce.

Wutian really can't see that the person in this portrait can have the slightest resemblance to himself.

"Come with me to the Yamen!"

As he spoke, the Jianghu man reached out and grabbed Wutian's collar and escorted Wutian to the yamen.

"I have no grievances with Your Excellency, why did Your Excellency harm me so much?"

Wutian took a step back, avoided the hand of the Jianghu man, and asked rhetorically.

It's just that he didn't wait for the Jianghu man to respond, so he said again: "That's it, I'm not in the mood to listen to your explanation." ”

"Zheng—"

The cold light flashed, and a crisp sword groan sounded.

Before the Jianghu people could react, the sword in his hand had already fallen into Wutian's hands.

"I've heard of a killer called Zhongyuan Little Red before, and it is said that the person he killed will never have any other injuries except for a small red dot on his eyebrows."

"Many people say that his murderous swordsmanship is miraculous."

"This red sword technique is actually very simple!"

Wutian looked at the sword in his hand and said softly.

"Ho-ho-"

The Jianghu man who framed Wutian as a flower thief, at this time, kept panting with his throat, and there was a small red dot on his forehead at this moment.

Wutian put the sword back into its sheath, took the sword, and turned to leave.

And the people in the rivers and lakes fell to the ground in anger.

The people of Guobei County are used to seeing big scenes, and when they see dead people on the ground, they don't panic at all, and they still do their own things.

The shopkeeper in the restaurant next to him came over, touched the money bag on the corpse of the Jianghu man, and then dragged his body away.

As for whether it will be dragged down to feed the dogs, or buried in the wild, it is unknown, and no one will understand.

In the crowd, the Xiahou swordsman, who covered his face with a hat, showed a solemn expression: "What a fast sword, I didn't see him draw his sword at all just now." ”

"This is the real number one sword in the world."

……

Wutian bought some things in Guobei County and walked to Lanruo Temple.

Lanruo Temple has long been abandoned, and the monks in the temple fled many years ago, and the rumors that Lanruo Temple is haunted are known to everyone in Guobei County.

Therefore, the people of Guobei County will change color when they hear Lanruo Temple.

In the current Lanruo Temple, only Yan Chixia lives alone.

"Tao - Tao - Tao - Extraordinary Dao, Heavenly Dao, Authentic, Humane ......"

Wutian came to Lanruo Temple, and there was a Taoist with a big beard in the temple, dancing and singing wildly.

This person is in the plot to help Ning Caichen's sword immortal Yan Chixia.

The autumn wind is whisking, and the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, causing the fallen leaves in the temple to fly in the air endlessly.

"Who?"

The footsteps of Wutian's arrival aroused Yan Chixia's vigilance.

He suddenly stopped dancing his sword, and the long sword in his hand pointed at the Wutian who walked in.

"My name is Montenegro!"

The weather is gentle, and the name is reported.

Yan Chixia looked at Wutian vigilantly, and asked again, "What are you doing here?" ”

If it was an adult who came and couldn't see the demonic energy, Yan Chixia might not be so vigilant, but in the Lanruo Temple in the wilderness, she suddenly saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

It's weird.

This kind of twelve or thirteen-year-old boy has not yet tied his hair and crown, and generally does not travel far, let alone alone.

Wutian Luo said generously: "I came to see an old man." ”

"Lanruo Temple, there are only ghosts, no one." Yan Chixia said coldly.

"People always die, and when they die, they become ghosts." There is no way of heaven.

As he spoke, he walked into the Lanruo Temple.

"Dao Chief, excuse me for the time being, I will leave after I see the deceased."

When Wutian walked into Lanruo Temple, he said to Yan Chixia again.

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Chixia looked at Wutian solemnly and asked.

The surface of Wutian is too deceptive, and in his body, there is no demonic and ghostly energy, and he is not like a cultivator.

However, he was alone and came to Lanruo Temple to look for ghosts.

After asking this question, Yan Chixia shook her head again, and said that there was no heaven.

"Forget it, I don't care about the world for a long time, as long as you don't do anything wrong in front of me, it's none of my business who you are."

After saying this, Yan Chixia turned around and went back to the room where he lived.

When he was alone just now, he naturally had an interest in sword dancing, but now there is another Wutian, he has no interest, in front of Wutian, he dances and sings with a sword.

Wutian was in Lanruo Temple, picked an empty room at random, and then sat down on a mat and meditated and practiced.

In the plot, just today, the Xiahou swordsman will come to Yan Chixia to compete with the sword, and Ning Caichen will also come to Lanruo Temple to spend the night.

It's just that when night fell, Xiahou Swordsman and Ning Caichen, who were supposed to come to Lanruo Temple, never appeared, but there was a faint piano sound, which reached Wutian's ears.

(PS: Thank you for the tips of 'Nothing is possible' and 'Sprite Lori'.) ）