Ning Que woke up and found himself in the ancestral hall of the ancestor in the mountain behind Tongtian Peak, there were two people sitting at the head of the bed talking, it was Wan Jianyi and Cangsong!

Rubbing his somewhat groggy head, he sat up from the bed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master, uncle!"

"Humph! Do you still know that I am your master? Wan Jianyi said with a cold face with his hands behind his back. Cang Song stood quietly aside.

"How can you stop the edge of the Zhuxian Sword? Not having a soul is already a great blessing for you, and even I don't dare to frustrate it. ”

"Master, I don't feel that I have done anything wrong, besides, the master of the sect wields the Immortal Sword to a disciple, and he also loses his identity!" Ning Que's face was calm, and he retorted without being salty.

Wan Jian turned around and walked out the door, "I didn't say what you did wrong, everyone has their own ideas, just don't be so reckless next time!" The senior brother in charge will punish you for facing the wall for ten years, so take care of your injuries. ”

Ning Que's face relaxed a little, and he watched the two of them leave, practicing Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao cross-legged.

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Dark clouds hovered in the night sky, the sky was gloomy as if pressed to the ground, and the rain falling from the sky swept across the vast land in the cold and whistling wind.

In the wilderness, there is no village in front of the village, there is no land in the back, there is only an ancient road extending from afar, and it extends lonely into the distance.

The thunder sounded, and the rain became heavier.

There was only a lonely wilderness hut on the edge of the trail, lit by a lamp, revealing a little light.

The owner of the hut was a middle-aged man in his early forties, and in this deserted place, he had painstakingly built a simple house to provide a place for travelers from north to south to rest and drink tea, so as to earn some hard-earned money.

At this moment, the boss was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the sound of wind and rain outside the house, his brows furrowed slightly, and he sighed softly.

His hut is located between the town of Koike and a large mountain in the west, Kongsang Mountain, and the ancient road outside the door has been a way of business travel since ancient times, and it is also the only way to the big city of the east, Changhe City in the East China Sea, so travelers pass by from time to time.

Now, on this stormy night, there are still a few customers in this small wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, hiding from the bleak wind and rain outside.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that this night, the guests here will not be able to leave.

There were only five tables in the humble hut, and at this moment there were three tables with guests sitting next to them, and in the far corner sat a single man, in a dark place where the light could hardly be illuminated, and the man sat alone, even his face was blurred.

At a table, there is an old man and a lively and lovely girl sitting on the fairy wind and bones, and there is a bamboo pole on the side, and the cloth strip on it is written with the words "Immortal Guiding the Way", which seems to be a man of the rivers and lakes.

As for the last table, there were four people, and the corners behind them were piled up with goods, presumably a business trip, and at this moment it seemed that there was a young man in the middle who was cursing softly about this ghost weather.

"Alright, don't talk about it." Another old man among the four who looked older drank him, turned his head, smiled at the boss, and said, "Boss, today's wind and rain are so heavy that you have to stay up late with us." ”

The boss smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it's common for me to stay up late, but today it has been dark clouds since the daytime, why do you still have to hurry, sir?" ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then glanced at the others in his companionship, and said with a wry smile: "Boss, it is really difficult to go out and mix two dollars in this world now!" ”

The boss was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?" ”

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Since ten years ago, the Demon Sect reappeared, and I heard that there was a battle with those immortals of the righteous path in Qingyun Mountain, although some people were lost. But since then, it has become more and more rampant, and everywhere it has been heard that they are fighting with the righteous path. ”

The old man sighed, and said: "The gods fight, mortals suffer, now thieves are rampant, robbers are countless, we eat outside and worry all day long, for fear that we will encounter robbers." ”

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a corner in the distance, and said lightly: "So, this gentleman thinks that if there is chaos and thieves are rampant today, it is all for the Demon Sect in your mouth?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he looked at the table of the scholar and the young girl, and his eyes were also looking at them, the girl had bright eyes, a beautiful face, and shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, which looked lovable.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old man of the merchant traveler: "This old man! ”

The old man looked at her and said, "What is the matter, girl?" ”

The young girl said softly: "Old man, your face is thin and wrinkled, but your face is not broken, and although the Lord's life has many twists and turns, it is still safe. It's just that there is a small scar on the sixth part of your heavenly court, which is horizontal in the middle of your face, blocking the lifeline and wealth line, and when you are old, there may be a great calamity. Now depending on your age, it is better to talk less and cause less trouble. ”

All the merchants changed color together, and the old man stood up and stared at the old man and the young man closely, but neither of them reacted, and they were calm. After a while, the old man's face was cloudy, he glanced around, finally sat back, and bowed his hand to the girl, "Thank you for your advice." ”

He sat back this time, and the small shop immediately fell silent, and the somewhat mysterious man who had just been in the corner seemed to be quiet at the moment, and did not speak again.

The night was long, and after a long time, the business traveler over there began to chat again, but it was about the battle between the righteous and the demons in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, so naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of the righteous path have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points in the mouths of ordinary people.

"In short, at that time, the situation of Qingyunmen was already in danger, fortunately, Dao Xuan Lao Immortal Gong participated in the creation, and with a light touch of his finger, thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky, repelling the Demon Gate."

"Fart!" Suddenly, there was a soft drink, but it was an old man with extraordinary bearing who was sitting at the same table with the girl, everyone was taken aback, looked at him, and only heard the old man say: "Dao Xuan is not as powerful as you blow, the battle in Qingyun Mountain, so many people died, and even the first seat of the seven veins died two, if it weren't for a powerful disciple who turned the tide, maybe who won or lost!" ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, the girl next to him frowned, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I just told people not to talk much, why do you talk so much?" ”

ps: Thanks for the 1000 starting coins of half a cup of tea and half a grain of dust. The first deacon, what an excite!