"Jingle ......"

As he was riding a horse slowly, Jiang Xiao heard the sound of blades colliding in front of him, and he fixed his eyes to see that not far in front of him, a young man with a Taoist priest's hair bun and dressed in a warrior's service was fighting with a group of warriors.

For a while, the short limbs were severed, and the intestines, stomach, liver, and lungs flew around with the sword light, and at this moment, in a thatched pavilion on the side of the road, a thin old monk and a young monk with clear eyebrows were furrowed by the ferocity of the young Taoist priest.

Hearing the sound of Jiang Xiao's horses' hooves, the young Taoist priest who had already finished killing his opponent glanced up, and then began to check and rummage around with each corpse's purse.

After a while, the Taoist priest had already obtained a lot of money, he walked to the pavilion, wiped the long sword on the thatch, put it into the scabbard, sat down next to him, took out a ledger, and used a small abacus to kick and tap and count.

"Kill or bury?"

Jiang Xiao looked at the fragments of corpses in front of the pavilion and muttered, and the young Taoist priest said without raising his head:

"These guys are robbing everywhere and still don't pay their debts, but they still dare to do something with me, just kill them and feed them to the wild dogs, why bury them? You must know that even if you bury them in the ground, the wild dogs will dig them out and eat them, so why waste your own spirit and wild dogs' labor. ”

Jiang Xiao smiled and said:

"Well, this is also true, and it is impossible for anyone to buy coffins for these guys, the little Taoist priest's surname?"

On this official road, killings are staged at any time, officers and soldiers catch robbers, robbers rob and kill, and collect rewards for the arrest of fugitives.

The little Taoist priest still didn't look up and said:

"My name is Yan Chixia, and I am responsible for collecting accounts and arresting people around, if you have business, you can find me."

Jiang Xiao turned over and dismounted, tied the reins to the pergola pillar and said:

"Yan Chixia...... Did you come up with the name yourself? ”

"Huh......"

This Yan Chixia was stunned and finally raised his head, he looked at Jiang Xiao curiously, and suddenly he remembered something, took out a book from his arms and opened it, he took the book and compared it to Jiang Xiao and kept looking at it.

Yan Chixia was stunned and said:

"Like, you're like a person drawn in a book."

Jiang Xiao frowned, sat down and said:

"What is like the person in the book, why is it not the person in the book like me?"

Yan Chixia looked at it for a while, staring at the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword on Jiang Xiao's back, and muttered:

"Portrait, sword is also like, could it be that you are Jiang Xiao's senior?"

Jiang Xiao stared at the book in Yan Chixia's hand and seemed to understand something, and he said with a little melancholy:

"Uncle Yan still hasn't healed his internal injuries?"

This Yan Chixia exclaimed with surprise on her face:

"You are really Jiang Xiao's senior, the letter left by my master said that if I want to succeed in cultivation, I need the guidance of my seniors, Jiang Xiao's seniors, and my disciple Yan Chixia are polite."

Saying that, Yan Chixia hurriedly stood up and bowed, Jiang Xiao shook his head and said:

"Let's talk about Uncle Yan and your cultivation later, let's go to the front town."

Yan Chixia happily packed up her things and helped Jiang Xiao untie the reins of the horse, and said with a smile:

"Senpai, please."

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Xiao looked at the two monks who were muttering and chanting scriptures, these two monks should be Master Baiyun and the little monk of Shifang in the Three Movies of A Chinese Ghost Story, he didn't have the heart to make friends with monks, so he didn't plan to get to know them.

When he and Yan Chixia arrived in the town, he could see that Yan Chixia was not a small name here, and the bounties in the town were all in awe of him, and when they arrived at a restaurant, Yan Chixia hurriedly greeted:

"Good wine and good food are waiting, and the speed is sharp."

Xiao Er went to prepare, Jiang Xiao looked at the young Taoist priest with the same name as Uncle Yan and said:

"Let's talk about it, what's wrong with Uncle Yan? When did you worship at his door? ”

Yan Chixia poured a cup of tea for Jiang Xiao and said respectfully:

"The master has died fifty years ago, I am a Wutai person, and a few friends into the mountain when I found the cave of the master and the secret notes and letters he left, he asked the person who learned his exercises to be called Yan Chixia, and at the same time left a letter for the people who got the secret notes to practice near Lanruo Temple, if you can find the person on the portrait in the book to point out, the practice will go further."

Lao Yan Chixia is dead, Jiang Xiao is a little sad in his heart, in the blink of an eye, he has been living in the world of Liaozhai for a hundred years, in the eyes of others, he can already be regarded as an old-timer, Jiang Xiao sighed:

"Fifty years ago...... The uncle still can't repair the injuries in his body, since he asked you to call Yan Chixia, let's call Yan Chixia, maybe this is because he wants this name to be sung in the rivers and lakes;

Since you are Uncle's disciple, I will naturally instruct you, and I will tell you the special tips of Uncle Yan's exercises......"

As he was talking, Master Bai Yun and the little monk of the ten directions walked into the restaurant, and saw the fierce warriors around him, Master Bai Yun didn't care, but the little monk of the ten directions looked very nervous, and when he saw Jiang Xiao and Yan Chixia, he hurriedly bowed and sat at the table in the corner with Bai Yun.

The two monks asked for two bowls of somen noodles to eat, but the scabbard in the hand of a passing warrior opened the curtain that the little monk put aside and carried the basket.

A golden light appeared from the back basket, and in just an instant, many people in the restaurant had clearly seen what was in the back basket, it was a golden Buddha statue about a foot high.

Master Baiyun didn't make a trace, and gently stroked the curtain to block the Buddha statue, but he couldn't stop the dozen pairs of eyes in this restaurant that were already full of greed and ferocity, Yan Chixia muttered:

"Wealth is not exposed, and it is remembered that they are worried, and it seems that they will not go far."

Almost everyone present saw a golden Buddha statue, but Jiang Xiao's eyes flickered, because what he saw was a Buddha artifact, a Buddhist magic weapon that was at the peak of the world's spiritual weapons.

Although this Buddha statue seems to be made of gold, Jiang Xiao is 100% sure that except for the gold plating on the surface, the material used in this Buddha statue is definitely not gold.

In the movie, the Buddha statue fell from the attic and fell into several pieces, you must know that gold is soft, how can it be broken, but the people who make the movie are rich people, will they not know if the gold is broken?

The fragility of this Buddha statue should be the particularity of the material, although this is a Buddhist treasure, Jiang Xiao did not have the slightest greed, he glanced at Yan Chixia, this guy is usually a fan of wealth, but he also did not have the slightest idea of seizing the Golden Buddha.

The greedy looks in the eyes of the people around him could not be dissipated, but Master Bai Yun was still pretending to be eating vegetarian noodles as if nothing was wrong, as for the little monk of the Ten Directions, he didn't have so many ideas at all and ate quite deliciously.