The warm wind blows, and the blue sky is like a wash.

On the flat and wide dirt road, a carriage drove to the provincial capital neither fast nor slow.

There were two young men sitting on the left and right on the throne, whispering, and the slightly older and burly young man shook the reins, and the horses neighed, and suddenly trotted up, advancing much faster.

"Brother Chen Biao, hasn't Brother Chen caught up yet?" The curtain was lifted, and a delicate angelic face poked out, and asked with a slight hint of teasing.

Chen Biao turned around to look behind him and said with a smile: "The young master didn't follow." ”

"Shouldn't you lose it?" Ren Tingting looked worried.

"It shouldn't be ......"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of 'sigh' breaking through the air, and a white light swept over the carriage, and then suddenly stopped, suspended in the void, and it was actually a six-foot-long Xuanbing giant sword.

On the sword stood a Taoist figure, dressed in white, with a black belt around his waist, his eyebrows were clear, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes, as if he wanted to return by the wind, and his demeanor was peerless.

"Brother Chen, is this Edgeworth? It's so slow, I thought you lost it. Ren Tingting looked at the giant sword at Shachen's feet curiously, but the words she said made Shachen blush a little, she was not proficient in the flying sword style at first, and she was not even able to keep up with the carriage, so she was naturally ridiculed by Ren Tingting in every way.

"Ahem, I just learned ......"

"That's Brother Chen, you're stupid."

"Huh."

Chen Biao and Chen Wu, who were driving the car, smiled unkindly, they smiled, but their eyes looking at Shachen were full of awe and envy.

Riding the wind and sword, immortality, invincible in the world, as long as it is a person, there is no one who does not want to cultivate into an immortal, but people have a fate, and some things cannot be forced.

Shachen glared at Ren Tingting, Ren Tingting spit out her tongue mischievously, retracted into the carriage and continued to read, Shachen fell on the roof of the car, sat cross-legged, and practiced the other sword styles of the Twelve Swords of the Imperial Sword Technique.

Gantian town to the provincial capital has 800 miles of road, every day to walk 200 miles, also need four days of time, this trip is to visit relatives in Guangdong, there is no time requirements, and said to be in a hurry, it is better to say that it is tourism, the road stops and stops, every time you see the beautiful scenery, you will stop and enjoy a while.

At sunset, the carriage pulls into an unnamed town.

Shachen is the young master of the Sha family, Ren Tingting is the daughter of the Ren family, they are all local tyrants, and they are not bad at money, so they naturally will not treat themselves badly, and the food they live in is the best in the town.

After a day of traveling, the four of them were a little tired, Chen Biao and Chen Wu went back to the guest room to rest after dinner, and Ren Tingting also went to bed very early.

"Out of the body!"

The almost transparent Yuan Shen sat next to the body, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, condensing itself, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it returned to the body.

After being slightly dizzy, Shachen used a finger of fire resistance to ignite a small piece of condensing incense, and the long and light fragrance instantly filled the room.

"Huh?"

At this time, Shachen suddenly let out a startled sound, and his thoughts poured out like a tide, and he vaguely sensed a figure with a strange aura sweeping over the hotel and quickly moving away.

"It's a little interesting, there are cultivators passing by in this town, and looking at its vague aura, I'm afraid it's not weaker than me." Shachen's eyes were different, and he smiled lightly, but he didn't care, if people didn't take the initiative to provoke him, he wouldn't be nosy, of course, if this person did evil, he had to take care of it.

"Sleep!"

……

At midnight the next day, Shachen woke up on time, went to the courtyard behind the hotel to move his body, and returned to his room.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Ren Tingting dressing up in the mirror, and asked with a smile: "It's still early, why don't you sleep for a while?" ”

"I can't sleep, maybe I slept too early last night, and now I don't feel sleepy at all when I wake up, and I'm in good spirits." Ren Tingting said with a smile like a flower.

Shachen smiled and said nothing, every night after condensing the Yuan Shen, he would light a small section of Condensing Shen incense, this thing was not only useful for the Yuan Shen, but also for ordinary people.

Ren Tingting is energetic every day, not because Shachen sleeps in the same bed with her, but because of the miraculous effect of concentrating incense.

However, it is a pity that despite the economical use of sand and dust, the condensing incense is still running out, and the remaining condensing incense is only enough for two days.

"Boss, four bowls of rice porridge and a few more meat buns."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Coming out of the hotel, the four of them found a clean roadside stall for breakfast, and the beautiful Ren Tingting became a beautiful scenery near the stall, and people who walked by couldn't help but take a look, and Shachen even heard two middle-aged women muttering in a whisper, 'This girl is so handsome'.

In this regard, Shachen was proud and helpless.

Ren Tingting didn't care, maybe she was used to it, and no one else tore the meat buns into small pieces and fed them to Shachen to eat, "Brother Chen, you taste it, his buns taste good." ”

"Well, it's delicious......"

Shachen nodded, his brows suddenly furrowed, and within the range of his divine perception, a person with a strange breath appeared.

This person has a white beard and white hair, looks like a naughty boy, has a ruddy complexion, wears a white robe, walks vigorously, and holds a human-high nine-ring tin staff in his right hand, looking like a monk who has attained the Tao with hair and practice.

The cultivator who sensed the dust last night was him.

"Coming at me?"

The white light flashed in Shachen's eyes, and a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face, and then he quickly disappeared, looking at the enlightened monk who walked towards him with great interest.

"Stop, who are you?"

Chen Biao and Chen Wu are martial arts masters recruited by Shachen, who once served as soldiers under Lu Rongting, last year Lu Rongting was defeated in the wilderness, and the two brothers were disheartened, took off their military uniforms and returned to their hometowns to beg for a living, and their lives were not very satisfactory.

Shachen has tried their kung fu, competing fists and feet, fighting alone, he and Chen Biao are between the two brothers, slightly better than Chen Wu, the two brothers' family heirloom iron sand palm is very strong, the palm is like an iron plate, can break the stone into several pieces, the palm power is amazing.

Hearing that Shachen was going to Guangdong, the two brothers also had plans to go home to visit their mother, so they followed softly.

Martial arts masters like them felt very keen, and when they noticed someone approaching, the two brothers' skin was tight, dense goosebumps appeared, and their eyes were as sharp as knives, staring at the white-robed old monk.

"Amitabha!"

"There's someone here, you can go somewhere else." Chen Biao said in a deep voice.

"I don't eat." The old monk said.

"Then what are you doing standing here with us?" Chen Wu asked angrily.

The white-robed old monk lowered his eyebrows, raised his head suddenly, stared at the dust with bright eyes, and said amazingly, "He is a monster, I am here to catch demons." ”

"Youkai?"

"There's a monster here, run!"

Hearing this, the people who were watching the excitement around were shocked, rolled and crawled, turned around and ran. The stall owner looked at the four people in disbelief, neither running nor staying, so he could only look at the white-robed old monk, hoping that the old man could catch the monsters, and as for the food money or something, he didn't want anything.

"Young master, he ......" Chen Biao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, who his young master was, he knew in his heart, how could he allow this demon monk to slander.

Shachen grabbed Chen Biao and said to the stall owner with a smile: "I'm a monster, I guess you don't dare to ask me for money, but I'm a good demon and never eat overlord meals, this money is for you, you don't need to look for it." ”

"Let's go."

After speaking, Shachen took Ren Tingting's little hand and sat in the carriage and left the town openly. Before leaving, Ren Tingting also glanced at the white-robed old monk curiously.

"Amitabha!"

The white-robed old monk who didn't say a word recited the Buddha's name, and followed the carriage with a nine-ring tin staff......

……

This book will not write a branch line that has nothing to do with Uncle Ying's film and television role, and the white-robed old monk in the text is from the third chapter of the zombie Taoist chief two moths to the fire, which appeared at the beginning, and died at the hands of the moth demon, which is a dragon character who said a few words.