The old knife handle found Li Muyi again, and Li Muyi had already returned to Lanruo Temple at this time.

"Collector, here!" At dusk, he sat opposite Li Muyi with the news.

Li Muyi's heart was pounding, his plan was an important part of it.

The shopkeeper of the Tongfu Inn gave him the money and sent him away. He wandered the streets for a while, as if looking for something, but found nothing, and before dark, the road turned back. ”

The old knife handle said lightly, he looked at the nervous face of the chief catcher, and he didn't know why the head catcher cared so much about a scholar who was begging for debts, but he was smart and didn't ask.

A man is old and refined, and the old knife can live to this day because he can control his mouth.

Li Muyi smiled with relief, shook his hand and threw a bag of silver to the old knife, "Brother, thank you, go to the county seat for a few days, and come back in three days." ”

The old knife got the reward, and he opened his mouth as he got up to leave, but he still couldn't ask.

People are not grass and trees can be ruthless, Li Muyi values him and appreciates him, he knows it.

Li Muyi wants to eliminate harm for the people, and he also knows in his heart that as a local, he is no stranger to the situation of Lanruo Temple.

"Hey~!" sighed, raised his head and poured a large mouthful of turbid rice wine, and the old knife beat the horse away.

"Ding, the system prompts that the old knife has increased your friendliness to 70. ”

Li Muyi opened the system in surprise, and the friendliness of the old knife handle suddenly soared, which surprised him very much.

Since entering the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Li Muyi no longer sees this place as a movie world, he manages it carefully, just to survive and complete the task.

Wang Yuer fell in love with Li Muyi at first sight, and Li Muyi also treated her sincerely, and the friendship between them increased to 100.

Li Muyi has a life-saving grace for Guo Fugui, and he often corresponds with him, so their friendship is 71.

Wang Tiezhu, the deputy general manager of the head catcher, was pulled up by Li Muyi, and his friend degree is 62.

In this way, the only people who can really be relied on by Li Muyi are Wang Yuer, Guo Fugui, Wang Tiezhu and the old knife handle.

A group of catchers can also be dispatched, and their friendship is around 50.

In addition, most of them are around 40 friendly and cannot be trusted at all.

"The ancients valued love and righteousness, if it were not for kindness, they would not easily communicate with each other, after all, the ancients made a promise and did what they said, so they naturally refused to make promises to others easily. For example, Ye Zhiqiu, he bluntly refused, but if he agreed, he would definitely go all out and die!"

Li Muyi analyzed, slightly bitter in his heart, the situation was very unfavorable to him.

Wang Yu'er and Guo Fatzi's combat effectiveness is not good, and Wang Tiezhu has to stay in the county to deal with variables at any time, so it seems that he has to deal with variables. Only the old knife handle and a group of catchers can be regarded as combat effectiveness.

"There is one more person available! And it is a strong combat power!" Li Muyi clenched his fists, and there was a fiery fire in his eyes.

Extinguishing the oil lamp in the house, Li Muyi lay in the haystack.

Like a wild fox that was pretending to sleep, Li Muyi paid attention to the movement outside.

Today's collector is here, so this person will definitely arrive at Lanruo Temple tonight!

"It's coming~!" It didn't take long for Li Muyi's heart to tighten, his ears were raised, but his body was motionless.

With a bang, the dilapidated wooden door was shattered along with the door frame, and broken wooden spikes flew in all directions.

"Yan Chixia, I'll see where you can hide!" A roar was full of anger, and the forest leaves were shaken.

"The dog skin plaster is still stained with me!" Yan Chixia shouted angrily, a dragon groan, and the sword was unsheathed.

There was a gust of wind and rain, and the sound of swords clashing continued.

The sound went from near to far, and finally returned to Lanruo Temple.

"It's time!" Li Muyi estimated the time, suddenly stood up, and rushed out of the house.

"Hey, hey, be careful!" Li Muyi said in a panic.

Outside the house, two supreme masters lined up on both sides, and the two swords were clasped with brilliant sword light, and they were held tightly in the hands of the two.

"Bang dang~!" There was a crisp sound, and the white-faced man's beast head swallowing gold shoulder pads fell to the ground.

Yan Chixia looked at it and laughed, "You and I have competed with swords seven times, and you have chased you here from the capital, do you have to be the first sword in the whole world?"

The white-faced man's face turned red with shame, and he scolded: "Old Zamao, you are hiding in this Lanruo Temple, and your swordsmanship is getting higher and higher, but I will definitely compare with you!"

"Hmph! You are lustful for profit, too heavy on fame and fortune, your swordsmanship is fast and inaccurate, and your moves are flamboyant, how can you be my opponent!" Yan Chixia was humiliated and said that the white-faced man was red-faced.

"Hugh has to show the advantage of his tongue! Yan Chixia, we will compete again in the future!" The shoulder pad was knocked down by Yan Chixia, obviously losing a move.

repeatedly stepped on and borrowed strength, but the people were gone, leaving only Li Muyi and Yan Chixia.

"Boy, aren't you leaving?" Yan Chixia was stunned, he was also a little angry and bloody in the previous fight, and he had to hurry up and breathe. glared at Li Muyi, turned around and went back to his courtyard.

Li Muyi picked up the shoulder guard of the beast's head swallowing gold on the ground, looked for the route that had been set a long time ago, and walked towards a small river.

A few days ago, Li Muyi had already seen the surroundings, and only this one river passed through Lanruo Temple.

The man who competed with Yan Chixia must be Xiahou Wu, and he can compete with Yan Chixia, but I am afraid that there is only this Xiahou Wu!

From the upstream to the downstream, in front of a waterfall, Li Muyi saw Xiahou Wu, at this time he took off his armor, wrapped the wound on his shoulder, and was sitting in front of the fire.

This time, Xiahou Wu's swordsmanship has improved a lot, so he chased to Lanruo Temple to find Yan Chixia to compete, who knew that it was still a bad move!

He's improving, and Yan Chixia is improving! Even faster than him!

This made Xiahou Wu very angry in his heart, he has been a martial arts wizard since he was a child, and his swordsmanship is even more amazing, now he is forty years old, he has been practicing swords for thirty years, and he has long been famous in the twenty-six provinces of Kanto, and is known as a generation of swordsmanship wizards, however, he has been suppressed by Yan Chixia!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Xiahou Wu's heart couldn't help but be a little confused, and there was also a gap in his strong heart.

The sound of the rushing water made him even more uncalm, and when he looked around, there was a beautiful woman bathing in the water.

The two looked at each other, the beauty was full of affection, and Xiahou Wu's heart was pounding.

The beauty is beautiful, I can't ask for it!

Xiahou Wu walked into the water in a daze and picked up the beauty.

Beside the fire, the two lingered.

Li Muyi watched quietly, he held a stainless steel crossbow in his hand, and two third-grade blasting talismans were wrapped around the arrows.

"Jingle bell~!" The silver bell rang softly, and the woman raised her right leg high, as if she was enjoying it, with snow-white skin and slender legs, a different kind of temptation under the night sky.

After the bell rang, a cold wind howled, and the dead leaves danced wildly in the night, and a cold snap came to the face.

Li Muyi only felt that his scalp was tight, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and there was a sense of fear and retreat in his heart.

That's a killing machine!

Li Muyi struggled to hold back the thought of retreating, and stared more intently at the fire not far away.

However, as a master, Xiahou Wu didn't notice the surrounding noise at all, and there was only the beauty under him in his eyes at this time.

A long scarlet tongue roared, like a sharp sword, like a spear, growing and shooting rapidly, pointing directly at Xiahou Wu.

Life hung by a thread, the vigilance of the martial artist finally woke up, Xiahou Wu Huoran turned around, he wanted to draw his sword, but found that the sword that never left his body was actually a foot away!

At this moment, Xiahou Wu knew that he could not escape death, and he was not unaware of the legend of Lanruo Temple.

Remorse, anger and unwillingness filled Xiahou Wu's heart, and finally turned into a desolation.

"Bang~!"

Between the lightning and the fire, an arrow flew in, and a huge explosion sounded, and the scarlet long tongue that attacked Xiahou Wu was deflected, and the fatal blow was dissolved.

"Demon! Come here!" Xiahou Wu escaped death, he shouted angrily, his long hair flew, his hand was slashed, the sword was in his hand, and his momentum was rising.

"Sword Three, Ten Thousand Swords Fly to the Sky!" The sword in Xiahou Wu's hand turned into light and shadow, like thousands of long swords flying together, slashing towards the long tongue that had no time to retract.

A terrible scream rang through the night sky, and the long, scarlet tongue was severed, and it stumbled twice like a dead fish, turning into a withered root.

"Senior, are you okay!" Li Muyi saw the dryad retreat and hurriedly ran out of his hiding place.

Previously, he used the three three-grade blasting talismans that Ye Zhiqiu bought to sneak attack, but they only blew up the tongue of the tree demon, and Xiahou Wu actually cut off the tongue of the tree demon with a sword with the mortal iron in his hand, which made a judgment.

The dryad misses the blow, and has no intention of striking again. A Yan Chixia has already given him a headache, and another Xiahou Wu will make him even more unbearable.

"Did you save me just now?" Xiahou Wu knew that it must have been Li Muyi who saved him, so wouldn't he have seen all his previous ugliness, so he could only use words to hide his embarrassment.

"The seniors are strong in martial arts, even if I don't make a move, there will be no mistakes. ”

Xiahou Wu shook his head, "If it weren't for your timely rescue, even if I had the ability to reach the sky, I would still be here today." If you save me, you save me!"

Yes, yes, as a generation of masters, Xiahou Wu's bearing impressed Li Muyi.

In the face of his nameless junior, Xiahou Wu did not have a condescending posture, which made Li Muyi very appreciative in his heart.

"This is the predecessor's beast head swallowing gold shoulder pads, I saw the predecessor fall when he was competing with the bearded man before, and I specially found it and returned it to the senior. Li Muyi took out the shoulder pad and changed the topic.

"Hey, it's a pity that I've been fighting with Yan Chixia all my life, and in the end I'm still a little weaker. I escaped death just now, and I was lucky to save my life, and suddenly I suddenly opened my mouth. With a smile, Xiahou Wu took the shoulder pad.

Li Muyi smiled when he heard this, and immediately said: "Yan Chixia's martial arts are on vacation, this is barely better than the predecessors by one and a half moves, if it is only about swordsmanship, the predecessors should be the first in the world!"

Xiahou Wu's eyes lit up, and Li Muyi's words were very popular, making him smile, "You kid has a good mouth, if you lose, you lose, I entered the Tao with a sword, and he Yan Chixia didn't take any advantage." ”

"The seniors are injured, if you don't dislike it, follow me to the house to heal first!"

Xiahou Wu nodded and followed Li Muyi to Lanruo Temple.

Grandma Shu plotted against Xiahou Wu to succeed, and Xiahou Wu naturally would not retreat in disgrace!