Bei Yang smiled, didn't answer Yan Chixia's words, and turned his gaze to the long wooden box next to him leaning on the table. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Daoist Yan, when I saw you coming yesterday, I put this wooden box behind me, looking very tight, what is it in your wooden box?"

Hearing Bei Yang's words, Yan Chixia's heart suddenly tightened, but the expression on her face did not change, and her right hand was unconsciously placed on the wooden box.

"What is contained inside is just some daily mundane things, walking outside, you must prepare one or two!" Yan Chixia said with a smile.

Bei Yang glanced at Yan Chixia, with a faint smile in his eyes, and nodded slightly: "I see!" ”

Seeing that Yan Chixia was very vigilant, Bei Yang didn't entangle the topic in the long wooden box anymore, and after chatting with him for a while, he left with Dayong.

Looking at the departing Bei Yang and Da Yong, Yan Chixia's brows furrowed slightly.

"First I was happy with that kind of thing, and today I came here, plus that weird subordinate, this Bei Yang doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look at it, it's better to have less dealings with him in the future, and be careful."

On the way back.

Dayong said in a deep voice: "Master, do you want me to snatch that sword and scripture from Yan Chixia?" ”

Bei Yang asked with a smile: "The scriptures that can seriously injure the old demon of Montenegro, and the runic sword that can cut through the barrier between the human world and the underworld, do you think these two things can be possessed by Yan Chixia's strength?" ”

Dayong's eyes flashed: "Master, do you mean that there is another master behind Yan Chixia?" ”

Bei Yang shook his head: "There is no master behind Yan Chixia, but he has great luck!" In order to obtain treasures from such people, we need to think long-term, and we should not act rashly. ”

"Yes!" Dayong responded.

As the art of approving life became more and more sophisticated, Bei Yang noticed that his eyes began to change a little, and from other people, he was gradually able to see some ethereal things, such as luck.

However, what surprised Bei Yang was that from Nie Xiaoqian's body, he didn't see any luck.

……

Since she became wary of Bei Yang, Yan Chixia has rarely interacted with Bei Yang anymore, although the small courtyard where they live is not far away, but in the past ten days, the number of times the two have met is only a handful.

Half a month later, on July 12, there were still three days left before the Bon Festival.

Bei Yang once asked Nie Xiaoqian if there was any way to let her reincarnate, and Nie Xiaoqian told him that only in the Bon Festival, when the ghost door was wide open, could he take advantage of the chaos to reincarnate.

Hearing Nie Xiaoqian's words, Bei Yang also knew why in the movie, Nie Xiaoqian must be reincarnated on that day, because if she missed that day, she could only wait for the next year's Bon Festival.

After knowing the news, Bei Yang immediately promised Nie Xiaoqian that on the day of the Bon Festival, he would let her go to reincarnation.

After getting Bei Yang's promise, Nie Xiaoqian became more considerate and docile when she served Bei Yang during this time.

In the evening, a burst of shouting and scolding came from the gate of Lanruo Temple.

"Yan Chixia, guts rat, do you think that if you hide here, I won't be able to find you? Hurry up and get out of here! ”

Bei Yang sat at the window on the second floor, looked towards the door of Lanruo Temple, and saw a middle-aged man with a tall and thin figure, dressed in a strong suit, and holding a sharp sword in his hand, standing there.

"Brother Xiahou, you are really ghostly, you actually chased here!"

Yan Chixia jumped out of the small courtyard and landed in front of the door of Lanruo Temple, holding a long sword in her hand, looking at the middle-aged swordsman not far away.

"Yan Chixia, you are finally willing to come out and take me with a sword!"

Choke!

The middle-aged swordsman didn't say a word, he directly pulled out the long sword with his right hand and stabbed towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia frowned, and the long sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed, opening the sword stabbed by the middle-aged swordsman.

The long sword in the middle-aged swordsman's hand turned and swept horizontally, and he was about to cut off Yan Chixia's head, Yan Chixia lowered her head to dodge this sword, and at the same time, the back of the long sword in her hand blocked the sword that the middle-aged swordsman changed his move halfway.

Immediately, Yan Chixia jumped backwards and entered the courtyard of Lanruo Temple, widening the distance between her and the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman didn't let it go at all, and jumped into the Lanruo Temple.

Bei Yang sat by the window on the second floor, watching them fight with interest, for Bei Yang, who had once integrated a variety of martial arts and reached the pinnacle of martial arts, the battle between the two was not how brilliant.

However, Bei Yang found that in the process of fighting, the luck of the middle-aged swordsman continued to decrease, and Yan Chixia's luck did not increase, and the luck of the middle-aged swordsman seemed to disappear out of thin air.

It was getting dark, and the two were still inseparable.

At this moment, in the distant woods, there was a wolf howl, and then a little light floated out of it, approaching Lanruo Temple.

Bei Yang's gaze left Yan Chixia and the middle-aged swordsman's body and shifted to that little light.

The night had no effect on Bei Yang at all, and he clearly saw that a young scholar with a bamboo basket on his back, carrying a lantern, was running towards Lanruo Temple with a panicked face, and looked back from time to time.

"Ning Caichen has also arrived! The three plot characters gathered together, and this plot is about to begin......" As he was talking, Bei Yang's voice suddenly paused, and he turned his head to look at Nie Xiaoqian beside him.

In Bei Yang's eyes, Nie Xiaoqian's originally ordinary luck suddenly became violently boiling like a fire poured with boiling oil, growing wildly, and in just a few breaths, the prosperity of luck was already about to catch up with Yan Chixia.

Not only that, Bei Yang also saw that in the luck above Nie Xiaoqian's head, there was a pink silk thread that extended from the top of her head and disappeared into the void.

Bei Yang turned his head again and looked at Ning Caichen outside the gate of Lanruo Temple through the window, only to see that the luck above Ning Caichen's head was also growing wildly, even crazier than Nie Xiaoqian, and finally surpassed Yan Chixia in one fell swoop.

In the luck above his head, there was also a pink silk thread.

Seeing this scene, Bei Yang's face was slightly ugly.

Although he and Nie Xiaoqian just slept for a while, they somehow made a pink silk thread, what the hell is this?

"Hey, that book grows up to be pretty good." Nie Xiaoqian sighed lightly.

Hearing this, Bei Yang's face became even more ugly, he closed his eyes, and began to mobilize a hidden power in his body, this power does not belong to the true yuan, does not belong to the spiritual power, nor does it belong to the spiritual power, but a strange power.

This is a force that is automatically born in his body as the technique of approving life gradually becomes more sophisticated, and it will only increase a little every day when he runs the art of approving fate, even if there is no heaven and earth aura around, it will not be affected in the slightest.

Under Bei Yang's mobilization, this power flowed out of his body out of nowhere, condensed in his hand, and completely wrapped his palm.

Bei Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light shot out, making the room instantly brighter as day.

He raised his right hand, which was wrapped in strange energy, and stretched out to the top of Nie Xiaoqian's head, who was sitting next to him, and grabbed at the strong qi luck and the pink silk thread in it.

Boom Boom

In the sky, I don't know when a huge dark cloud has gathered, thunder and lightning flickered in it, faintly turning into an electric snake thunder dragon, exuding an extremely terrifying power, even Bei Yang, faintly felt a little threatened.

Ignoring the accumulated thunderclouds in the sky, Bei Yang's right hand unswervingly stretched out to the top of Nie Xiaoqian's head and into the ethereal luck.

Bei Yang's right hand couldn't touch such an ethereal thing as luck, but under the action of that layer of white light, the luck above Nie Xiaoqian's head rippled because of his right hand, and Bei Yang also obviously felt the obstacle.

However, Bei Yang didn't mean to stop at all, his right hand passed through the thick qi luck and touched the pink thin line.

Nie Xiaoqian's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but take a step back, looking at Bei Yang with a somewhat frightened expression: "Childe, what are you doing?" ”

"Don't move!" Bei Yang shouted in a deep voice.

Nie Xiaoqian's body froze suddenly, thinking of Bei Yang's terribleness, she honestly stood in place and didn't dare to move.

Bei Yang reached out and grabbed the pink silk thread and pulled it outward.

"Ahh

Nie Xiaoqian let out a cry of pain and covered her left chest with both hands: "My heart hurts so much!" ”

"Hmph, it's just fate, what's so distressing!" Bei Yang said coldly.

In his hand, the pink silk thread kept twisting, and the tip was as red as blood, as if it had been stained with Nie Xiaoqian's blood.

Click!

A lightning bolt split the roof of the second floor directly, forming a large gap, from which the wind poured in, and the heavy rain poured down, pouring Bei Yang in the room.

"Thunder strikes me?"

The pink silk thread in Bei Yang's hand was tied into more than a dozen knots, and then he threw it aside, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Vientiane, you don't have to do it first, I'll see how many catties and taels the world will in this world first!"

"Yes, master!"

Click!

Another thunderbolt struck, heading straight for Beiyang.

The speed of thunder and lightning was extremely fast, reaching one thousandth of the light, fifteen kilometers in a second, and almost just out of the clouds, it had already reached the top of Bei Yang's head.

However, this speed was still within Bei Yang's reaction range, and he took a step back, dodging the thunderbolt, slashing at the floor in front of him, blowing the floor away.

Bei Yang glanced at the dark clouds full of thunder and lightning in the air, raised his right hand and pointed at it, and the true yuan in his body flew out, turning into a huge complex rune above his head, absorbing the thunder and lightning in the air, and lighting up with a faint light.

In Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia and the middle-aged swordsman, who were fighting, had already stopped fighting and stared blankly at the vision that was happening here.

At the entrance of the temple, Ning Caichen was lying on the ground, trembling, his face full of horror. (To be continued.) )