Lanruo Temple is not big.

Qi Zihuan climbed the stairs and entered the main hall only to find that even the Buddha statue was nowhere to be found, except for some tattered and damaged wooden tables, the rest of the furniture was nothing.

The whole temple is divided into three layers, and the main hall and side hall are all on the second floor. Upstairs there is also a floor attic, which may have been used as a scripture pavilion in the past, and the downstairs is a floor for storage and accommodation, not to mention the scriptures and beds, and even the stairs up and down the stairs have been broken, and you can only rely on a wooden ladder to climb up and down from the hole.

The whole house is wooden, and because it has fallen into disrepair, it is creaking everywhere.

It is also thanks to the perennial ghosts, and the entire temple area is quite gloomy, otherwise it is estimated that it would have been burned clean by a wildfire.

Qi Zihuan pushed open the window with sparse pasty paper and leaking air everywhere, and enjoyed the scenery outside the temple. In the faint moonlight, the crooked and strangely shaped trees in the wild forest swayed with the night wind, and occasionally there were wolf howls from the depths of the forest.

Well, this environment is natural, very environmentally friendly, very sustainable.

At present, Qi Zihuan is relatively relaxed, because according to the original film, the thousand-year-old tree demon grandma is still a very principled monster at this time, although he is suspected of fishing law enforcement, but after all, he always insists on killing only the so-called "bad guys" who covet women and have evil thoughts.

Bad for your sister!

The scholars who were killed were often in their prime, and it is estimated that many of them had never even used their right hands. You said that a beautiful woman with an ungodly appearance appeared in front of you, her breasts were slightly exposed, her bare feet were sultry, and she said something lovely, how could a young man with strong blood endure it.

What can be endured is not called noble, and that is not raised......

Qi Zihuan smiled bitterly and decided to clean up this temple that was about to live for a while first.

Wandering around, I finally found a wooden ladder, found a hole in the ceiling, set up the wooden ladder, pressed it with my hand and felt that it was quite firm, and then stepped up a few steps.

The attic was dark, and there was a damp and rancid smell in the air.

Qi Zihuan didn't bother to go back and get the candle, so he was shocked, and the golden armor was on his side, shining by himself.

As soon as the golden light lit up, Qi Zihuan was almost shocked and fell.

A rotting corpse, staring at the sockets of the black hole, was less than ten centimeters in front of him.

It's almost the tip of the nose to the tip of the nose.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but that something suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was instinctively startled.

The dry corpse's lipsless mouth opened and closed up and down, spewing out a fishy smell of rot, and crawling forward was about to bite Qi Zihuan.

Qi Zihuan stretched out his hand and shook it, summoned the peachwood sword, and stabbed the head of the dried corpse cleanly.

Drawing his wooden sword, he climbed up to the attic, where several other corpses were rising in a slow, dry motion.

These dry corpses were those passers-by scholars before they died, and they died because they were sucked by their grandmother to suck the yang energy of their whole body, and the yin qi in Lanruo Temple was very heavy, so they were trapped here and became a damp ghost without sanity.

Qi Zihuan sighed, walked over, waved his sword along the road, and soon cleaned up the attic.

The downstairs floor is also concocted in the same way.

Just when he had just washed away the ghosts of Lanruo Temple, there was a sudden sound of metal clash in the wild forest outside the temple.

The big drama is coming.

Qi Zihuan hurriedly went out, and he didn't go far, just sat on the stone steps at the door and waited with his chin propped up.

Not long after, the two figures rushed out of the forest one after the other, and began to entangle and fight with each other again in the lawn in front of the temple.

One of them had thick eyebrows and a majestic face, a bun on his head, a shabby robe, and a very aggressive beard.

This should be the spicy judge Yan Chixia who is famous in the twenty-six provinces of Kanto and Guangxi.

The other was dressed in light armor and wore a cloth scarf.

He is Xiahou...... Uh, a trick.

Xia Hou's swordsmanship was fierce and vicious, often striking his sword from a place of surprise, the angle was extremely tricky, and he almost gave up his defensive position, relying on the matching fluttering pace, he kept trying to overwhelm his opponent with a tidal wave of attacks.

Yan Chixia opened and closed widely, chanting some Sanskrit from time to time, and the speed of each move was not very fast, but the move seized the opportunity, and a big sword fell squarely to the place where the other party must hide.

The two of them are strange and upright, and their swordsmanship is very powerful, and the fight is so sonorous that it is difficult to solve, and the entire front lawn is full of cold light, and the sword marks are heavy.

Qi Zihuan applauded silently in his heart, the sword moves he got from "Hundred Ghosts and Ghosts" only focused on using soul power to exert the evil spirit effect of the peachwood sword, and he was not particular about the moves.

To put it bluntly, it is to let you encounter a ghost and slash it with a sword, and kill it if you can kill it.

Can't you kill it...... He was killed.

Seeing the duel between two martial arts masters at this time, although you can't learn anything just by watching it, after all, it is genuine and exciting, and it is better than 4D movies in the real world.

Of course, there are still some regrets in my heart.

Why is there no kind aunt in this world who pushes a small cart to sell melon seeds and peanuts?

After fighting for a long time, the two suddenly separated, holding swords against each other.

Yan Chixia's breathing was quite even and long.

A bloody wound appeared on Xiahou's left shoulder, and his breathing was already a little short. However, if he loses, he will tear off his broken sleeves and let the wound bleed, with a fierce look on his face.

"Brother Xiahou, you and I have been fighting for seven years, and you have lost for seven years, but you are really patient, you will chase you wherever I avoid." Yan Chixia had a painful expression on her face as she spoke.

Xiahou didn't bother to talk about it, and said very stupidly: "Yan Chixia, I didn't expect that you stayed in Lanruo Temple for half a month and sharpened your sword more sharply. ”

"It's not that I've improved, it's that you've wasted your youth, you're too ambitious, and you don't want to be motivated. For the sake of the false name of the world's first sword, the edge is too exposed, and the intentions are not right. Yan Chixia said righteously, "Your body shape is uncertain, the fire is too big, and the sword is fast and inaccurate." If you don't cultivate yourself, even if you win, it's just a fluke. ”

Xiahou is used to speaking only with a sword, and he is not good at words.

This time, the sword couldn't compare to others, and the words were also blocked, and he said a little angrily: "Yan Chixia, I'm here to compete with you, not to listen to your reasoning, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, another person rushed out of the forest, and broke into the center of the confrontation between the two masters.

It was Ning Caichen who was holding the bookcase.

He had just encountered a wolf in the woods, and he was running around in a panic, and he happened to run here, who would have thought that as soon as he stood still, he found a sharp sword shining with cold light on each side of him, and he was immediately so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere was disrupted by the intruding scholar, Xia Hou snorted coldly and jumped away.

Yan Chixia put away her sword, glared at Qi Zihuan, who had been watching the excitement on the stone steps, and left.

Qi Zihuan stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and waved his hand at Ning Caichen, who was still in shock.

"This brother, we are really destined!"