Chapter 107: The Drunkard

Grandma was trapped by the sword array, and it was difficult to pursue Yan Chixia and Du Xiao for a while, and her hundred-year cultivation was gone, and she didn't dare to move easily, otherwise it would not be worth it to lose her cultivation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, collect!" After Yan Chixia stepped on the ancient sword and flew out of a certain distance, he recited a sentence, and all the flying swords were like birds and swallows returning to the sword box behind him one by one in an orderly manner.

Yan Chixia didn't stay any longer, he still had to find a quiet place to heal his wounds, and the wounds in his heart were not easy to recover.

"Poof!" A stream of blood couldn't help but spurt out of her mouth, and Yan Chixia had been holding on to death just now. But the injury was difficult to hide, until Yan Chixia spit out a mouthful of blood, her body was shaky, and the ancient sword under her feet also lost the ability to fly with the sword.

"Hey, Yan Daxia, Hu scumbag, don't have anything wrong with you, it's ten thousand feet in the air here, and it's going to kill you if you fall." Du Xiao kindly reminded Yan Chixia that if she fell like this, the two of them might really end the game.

"It's noisy, you control." Yan Chixia glared at Du Xiao with disgust, if she hadn't saved him, she wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

Yan Chixia pasted a Dao talisman on the ancient sword, and then fainted to death on the sword. The ancient sword regained the ability to fly with the sword, but without Yan Chixia's control, it seemed to be swaying.

"I said Yan Daxia, why don't you give me a how-to guide." Du Xiao's face was gloomy, this Yan Chixia fainted without saying a word, such an irresponsible behavior is simply murder for money.

Du Xiao could only try to control the ancient sword by himself and continue to fly with the sword.

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Yongning Town, in a wing room in the attic, Yan Chixia was sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, recuperating and healing. Du Xiao made a pot of tea by himself, then poured the tea on the cup and drank it slowly.

At the beginning, Du Xiao controlled the ancient sword by himself and landed in a cowshed on the edge of Anning Town, fortunately, the cowshed was covered with weeds, otherwise he and Yan Chixia would inevitably be seriously injured again. The injury was not suffered, but the cow dung on that body became a big stain in Du Xiao's life.

Du Xiao did not choose to continue to stay in Anning Town, because Anning Town was relatively close to Lanruo Temple, and if Grandma was angry and wanted to kill them all, it would be difficult to escape at that time. So he took Yan Chixia to the remote town of Yongning, at least to avoid his grandmother temporarily.

"Why didn't you kill that female ghost in the first place?" Yan Chixia still closed his eyes, but his tone was a little dissatisfied. If the female ghost was really harmful, then he might have been attacked and let his grandmother take advantage of it.

"There are good and bad people, and so are ghosts. She's a good-hearted ghost, how can I do it. Du Xiao retorted, even if it is an evil ghost, Du Xiao has to save it, after all, the director's plot arrangement makes Du Xiao irresistible.

"Hmph, black is black, white is white, demons and monsters are all harmful demons, how can they be kind-hearted." Yan Chixia said excisely, in his eyes, black and white are very clear, and there is no so-called gray area.

"I said, scumbag, your ideas are too extreme. Just like in the court, there are not loyal ministers who are loyal and courageous, and traitors who hurt nature and reason. ”

"And I promised others to bring her bones back to my hometown for burial, how can I break my promise." Of course, Du Xiao would not let Yan Chixia's theory convince him.

"Scumbag?" Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows angrily, and he opened his eyes and glared at Du Xiao.

"You heard it wrong, it's Yan Daxia." Du Xiao just shouted casually before, but he didn't expect this Yan Chixia to notice. Feeling his anger, of course Du Xiao didn't dare to speak outright.

"By the way, will the old youkai find here?" Du Xiao asked curiously, he didn't know how his grandmother's injuries were, according to the setting in this ghost and god world, a thousand years of Taoism, this is a very perverted demon.

"Don't worry, she was injured by my ancient sword, and she has lost a hundred years of cultivation, and she doesn't dare to make trouble easily for a year and a half." Yan Chixia tried her best to hit her grandmother hard, so that she was hurt a lot.

"That's good." After getting the answer, Du Xiao was relieved. This old witch can't harm people in the near future, so that's fine, Du Xiao is really afraid that she will seek revenge.

Du Xiao's Dao talisman had been exhausted, and there was not much silver left on his body, if he encountered other demons, he himself would have no strength to fight back.

"I'm tired, you go out, don't disturb my meditation, and remember to bring altar wine when you come back." Yan Chixia closed his eyes again, his injuries would not recover for a while, and it would take a long time to recuperate.

"Wine? Aren't you seriously injured? Du Xiao asked.

"This little injury is nothing, if there is no wine to drink, it is worse than death." Yan Chixia said indifferently, wine is more important than life in his heart.

Du Xiao suddenly realized at this time that although Yan Chixia lived deep in the mountains, she didn't care about the world. But there is never a shortage of wine around him, as an old drunkard, he sings about wine, and his life is geometric, and this kind of life is what he pursues as a hidden master.

"It's okay to drink, but teach me Taoism." Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could Du Xiao miss it, he didn't have the support of Dao Fu, and it was difficult to break around in this movie world.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. If Du Xiao has been relying on the protection of those Dao talismans outside his body, but he has no ability, it will be difficult for him to continue to live. It's better to let yourself learn Taoism with a master like Yan Chixia, at least walking on the rivers and lakes, and the little monsters don't dare to approach easily.

"You poor scholar, what are you doing to learn Taoism? Go to the capital to get famous, don't get in the way. Yan Chixia said disgustedly, he was not interested in this kind of weak scholar, this kind of person who was simply a whim and had no perseverance to study the Tao at all, Yan Chixia disdained to teach him Taoism.

"Of course, for self-preservation, in this demon-rampant dynasty, I, a scholar, am a lump of fat in the eyes of monsters no matter where I am. And I also promised her that I would go back to Lanruo Temple and take her away, so I wanted to learn Taoism. Du Xiao's tone was very firm, can that thing save lives? It's better to learn Taoism to get around.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, and the fame and fortune in this world are simply decorations for Du Xiao, and there is no role at all. Du Xiao wants to gain a home advantage in this movie world, that is, to learn Taoism. He didn't want to be like Ning Caichen, doing nothing, and always relying on the protection of others.

"A jar of a hundred flowers."

"Potpourri?" Du Xiao asked curiously.

"A jar of a hundred flowers is brewed, otherwise there is no need to talk about learning Taoism." Yan Chixia said loosely.

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