Left the tea stall and continued to hurry, according to the results of the deduction, the younger brother should be in Chenzhou, not too far from here.

The sky is not beautiful, a thunderclap pierced the sky, and the sky suddenly fell and poured heavy rain.

The roads were muddy and difficult to walk, and people were sleepy and tired, so Luo Qian could only follow the pipeline to find a ruined temple to take refuge.

The plaque of the small temple has long been eroded by the wind and rain, and the gold paint of the three big characters has long fallen off, and the original name of the small temple can be vaguely recognized among the remaining traces.

Storm Temple

Although the small temple is broken, the name has some artistic conception, the world is turbulent, the night rain in the rivers and lakes, this situation is also very matched.

Reaching out and pushing it gently, the temple door fell from the door frame with a clatter, Luo Qian smiled lightly and walked straight in.

The Buddha was half-reciting, and King Kong was angry, but he was already gray-faced, covered with spider silk, and had long lost his former majesty.

Luo Qian bowed to the Buddha on the stage, and said to himself: "There is a lot of disturbance, and I hope to atone for my sins!" ”

Most of the flowers live in the ruined temples, and they need to bow before entering the door, which is also considered to say hello to the owner. I haven't been a beggar for three years, but I haven't forgotten this habit.

Thinking about it, it is really ridiculous that I still inscribe on the cliff during the day to go to heaven to kill the gods and Buddhas, and at night I have to spend the night at the Buddha Gate.

sat on the ground, set up a bonfire, took out a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, tore off a chicken leg and ate it with relish.

The wind and rain were howling, half of the door leaf creaked, and a thin hand gently held the door leaf that was fanning back and forth.

Luo Qian raised his head and looked out of the door, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart, who would run to the barren mountain and broken temple in the middle of the night like himself.

An emaciated figure slowly leaned out from the door, dressed as a housekeeper, with a fair face and a gloomy eye.

Steward Zheng!

Steward Zheng, who sent himself to the Shura Gate back then, said that Luo Qian was also grateful to this person, if there was no Zheng family, he would have starved to death on the streets by now.

Steward Zheng appeared here at this moment, and he could think that he was coming at him with his toes. Luo Qian stood up slowly, his hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Steward Zheng turned a blind eye to Luo Qian's reaction, paced slowly to the bonfire and sat down, stretched out a pair of white hands, put them by the fire to bake slightly, and then withdrew his sleeves.

"Old and clumsy, I didn't see the posture of the young hero unicorn in the ancestral hall back then, if there is anything inconsiderate, I still hope that the young man Haihan." Steward Zheng's voice was slightly hoarse, and his face did not show the slightest wave.

"Well said! Say! I don't know what the housekeeper is doing when he comes here late at night? Luo Qian didn't believe that this old man had come to apologize, his hand was still pressed on the hilt of the sword, Zhenyuan was secretly running, and the four star points were ready to burst open at any time, and if there was any abnormal movement, he would launch a shocking blow.

Steward Zheng sighed: "The young master died in the Shura Gate, and the old slave did not arrange it properly, since it is the fault of the old slave, the old slave needs to give the master an explanation." ”

"Zheng Zizhou was not killed by me, what did you come to me to explain?" This old guy really came to seek revenge, let's try it first, Zheng Zizhou committed suicide after losing to himself, and outsiders may not know what happened in the Shura Gate.

The corners of Steward Zheng's mouth moved slightly, as if he was mocking: "The young master was indeed not killed by the young man, but he died because of the young man." After speaking, his face sank, and an inexplicable pressure emanated.

Luo Qian didn't know the depth of Steward Zheng, but after thinking about it, if he came to kill himself, he would do it directly, so why bother so much, I don't know what this old guy's idea is?

"And how do you want me to explain?"

"There are two ways, one is that I will kill the young man and bring the head back to explain to the master. Second, the young man will be loyal to the Zheng family from then on, and the old slave will intercede for the young man to save you from death. ”

It turned out that he wanted to subdue himself for the Zheng family's use, why bother with so many detours. The emperor has already decreed that the head of Shura will be entrusted with the position of Shura Commander, and it seems that the Zheng family has not given up on the Shura Commander.

Although Luo Qian was born humble, after a baptism by Shuramen, his heart has long been different from the past, and he is absolutely unwilling to recognize people at this time.

"Speaking of which, a war is still inevitable, and if you want me to surrender, you have to see if you have the ability. Without further ado, let's do it! "The Biluo sword was unsheathed, the true yuan flowed, and a sword light struck Steward Zheng.

"Toast without eating and drinking, it seems that you have lived enough." Steward Zheng snorted coldly,

Steward Zheng sat there, not moving at all, his white hands were gently raised, his two fingers were staggered, and he gently clamped it against the sword light, and the sword was firmly clamped.

Luo Qian scolded secretly in his heart, why do older people like to grab the white blade empty-handed, I want to see how many fingers you have. True Yuan urged, a star burst open, the Chinese light of the sword flowed, and a behemoth sword qi condensed.

The corners of Steward Zheng's mouth twitched slightly, why does this kid have immortal soldiers in his hands? Hurriedly withdrew his fingers, stretched out his hand to make a claw, and the ten-fold air turned, and he reached out and grabbed the long sword again.

Luo Qian's sword light had already condensed, and a sword slashed out, and the dust in the small temple suddenly flew up, and the beams of the roof were disconnected from the sword qi, and the roof suddenly collapsed.

Steward Zheng's claws were a little weird, and he was able to break through the sword qi and drive straight into a sword that was firmly grasped on the sword body.

Luo Qian was shocked in his heart, and the true yuan condensed in the sword seemed to have been shattered.

It turns out that this old guy turned out to be a god powerhouse, and the most obvious sign of the god realm is the release of true qi, and after the release of true qi, you can control things in the air, since you can control things, of course, it is no longer a problem to use true qi to attack.

The long sword stopped in Steward Zheng's hand, and Luo Qian saw it clearly, it turned out that Steward Zheng was wearing a layer of gloves on his hand, the gloves were as thin as gauze clothes, close to transparent, and there was a faint layer of qi on top of the gloves.

"Biluo! It turns out that you are the emperor's person, so I can't keep you. Steward Zheng's face was gloomy.

It turned out that Steward Zheng also knew the sword in Luo Qian's hand, this sword has always been a royal thing, and it was natural to recognize Luo Qian as the emperor's subordinate.

Steward Zheng's figure flickered, as if he had disappeared into thin air, and appeared in front of Luo Qian with a Dao Phantom. This speed had already exceeded Luo Qian's reaction ability, and with a shake of his body, a white claw seemed to appear out of thin air, less than an inch away from Luo Qian's throat.

Luo Qian's body exploded, the remaining three star points in his body exploded, and Zhenyuan poured all his strength into the sword, and a sword swung out, as if a thunderbolt slashed, and the small temple was immediately divided into two halves. Steward Zheng's figure disappeared again, and the sword qi reappeared after that, and a palm attacked.

Steward Zheng's body is like a ghost, presumably using some kind of advanced body technique, Luo Qian's body technique practiced in the cold pool, the speed soars and the body retreats. But he still can't escape the range of his palm, which is only a line away from his chest.

Steward Zheng's figure appeared out of thin air again, and suddenly a palm was heavily imprinted on Luo Qian's chest.

Luo Qian only felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer in his chest, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out. The two of them are one realm apart, and the difference in strength is too great, and they are like fish and meat in front of Steward Zheng.

The body broke several wooden pillars, fell heavily in front of the Buddha statue, and rolled to the ground. The waist just hit the edges and corners of the Buddha platform, as if the lumbar vertebrae were broken, and the sharp pain in the heart came from the waist.

Luo Qian tried to condense the true yuan, but his qi and blood were blocked, and the true yuan no longer obeyed the call. There was also a sharp pain in his chest, and he should have broken a few ribs.

Ten thousand thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, could it be that this small temple is my burial place?

"Old thing, you'd better kill me today, if I don't die, I will destroy the Zheng family!" Luo Qian's mouth was full of blood, his chest kept rising and falling, and his teeth were about to crack with hatred.

"The clown who jumps off the beam also dares to speak wildly. In the eyes of the Zheng family, people like you are like ants. Steward Zheng let out a gloomy laugh. There was a flash of light in the palm of his hand, and the figure disappeared again.

Luo Qian clenched the sword, but he couldn't exert any strength, and his heart was already half cold.

At the last moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Qian, as if it appeared out of thin air, with one hand behind him, one hand pinched into a sword finger, and a finger fluttered forward, and the fingertip happened to be in the palm of Steward Zheng's hand.

Steward Zheng's palm urged several times and it was difficult to score half a point, and a sword fingerprint did not move. Retracting his palm, the real air swirled, and a vacuum handprint condensed and formed, slapping towards the person in front of him.

The sword of the person in front of him commanded, and a sword qi condensed on his fingertips, like a drop of dew. The dew sword qi was crystal clear, and the self-pointing sword shot out, like raindrops falling down, without a trace of fireworks.

The vacuum handprint collapsed in front of the dewy sword qi in an instant.

"Bright sword qi, Wang Zhiwei!" Steward Zheng said in astonishment.

The streamer swept by, and Steward Zheng fell to the ground in response, with an extra blood hole between his forehead.

Wang Zhiwei? Luo Qian was also a little stunned, how could Wang Zhiwei appear here. Could it be that the teacher in the small village back then was really Wang Zhiwei? In addition, Luo Qian couldn't think of any other reason for Wang Zhiwei to suddenly appear here and save himself.

Luo Qian was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Wang Zhiwei's strength to be so strong, and the god transformation master didn't even have a chance to make a move in front of him.

Wang Zhiwei turned his head and turned to look at Luo Qian, his expression was very complicated.

Luo Qiancai saw the person in front of him clearly, and saw that he was about forty years old, wearing a robe of ice lake blue cloth, with a white geometric belt tied around his waist, a trace of long hair, bright eyes under his eyebrows, and a long figure, he was really a lady and gentleman.

Who is Mr. Wang who is not in the village?

Luo Qian struggled and wanted to get up and salute, but there was a sharp pain in his chest, back and back, and he couldn't exert any strength in his body. I could only endure the severe pain and said respectfully: "The student has seen Mr. ”

Wang Zhiwei leaned over and pressed Luo Qian's body, took out a white jade vial from his sleeve, uncorked the bottle, shook it gently, and several pearl-sized pills rolled out of the bottle. took out one and fed it to Luo Qian's mouth, and Luo Qian swallowed the pill with blood.

Wang Zhiwei's palm was gently pressed on Luo Qian's chest, and Luo Qian only felt a warm current coming from his palm, feeling that the warm current turned out to be a pure heaven and earth aura, which was somewhat similar to the true yuan condensed by the Eight or Nine Xuangong. The tumbling qi and blood suddenly subsided, and Luo Qian was shocked in his heart, could it be that Wang Zhiwei would also cultivate immortal exercises.

The pill turned into a trickle under the urging of the palm, slowly repairing Luo Cha's damaged muscles and bones. Luo Qian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he was very grateful in his heart.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to thank him, Wang Zhiwei held Luo Qian with one hand: "Don't talk yet, don't waste the medicinal power, everything will be said after you are injured." ”

Luo Qian had no choice but to give up, and slowly summoned the true yuan to travel between the meridians, urging the medicinal power to repair the injury, and Wang Zhiwei meditated on the side to protect the Dharma.

Looking inward, I found that several ribs in my front chest were broken, and a crack in my back and backbone, so it was no wonder that I couldn't exert any strength.

Fortunately, Wang Zhiwei's pill was very vigorous, and where the medicinal power passed, the place where the bone was broken was like a spring bamboo shoot, slowly growing many filaments. The filaments connect the two sides of the fracture together, and then slowly turn into white bone, and finally repair the broken bone.

After about an hour, the broken bones were repaired, but there was still a lot of medicinal power left in the pill. Luo Qian knew that this medicine must be precious, and if the power of the medicine was allowed to spread, it would be a great waste.

So he sat up, crossed his legs and knees, and slowly introduced the remaining medicinal power into the dantian, wanting to nourish the dantian qi sea with the help of medicinal power.

Zhenyuan urged the medicinal power to integrate into the surrounding of the dantian, and the dantian absorbed the medicinal power very slowly, so Luo Qian had to try it little by little with his temperament.

Luo Qian ran the true yuan, and the dantian seemed to become much tougher after absorbing a trace of medicinal power, and he was happy in his heart, it seemed that he had guessed correctly, and he integrated the remaining medicinal power into the dantian.

All the medicinal power has been refined, it has reached the beginning of the day, the dantian has become extremely tough at this time, and the flow of the true yuan is also smoother, Luo Qian was pleasantly surprised, and when he breaks through the eight or nine Xuangong in the future, there is no need to be afraid that the dantian will not be able to withstand the impact of the true yuan.

After a night of penance, all the injuries all over the body have recovered, and the dantian qi sea has also gone up to a level, which is really a blessing in disguise.

Wang Zhiwei seemed to sense that Luo Qian had finished his exercises, and slowly opened his eyes.

Luo Qian walked in front of Wang Zhiwei and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. for saving your life!" ”

I don't want Wang Zhiwei to suddenly excuse himself: "Absolutely not!" "Hold Luo Qian with one hand, and I can't go down.

Luo Qian was a little puzzled, Wang Zhiwei saved his life, he deserved to be worshiped by him, and then he wanted to say something, but Wang Zhiwei spoke first.

"I've already found your ninth reincarnation, and I'm really looking for you so hard!"

Luo Qian thought he had heard it wrong, the reincarnation of the ninth world? Where does this begin?