Martial apprentice, martial artist, samurai, martial artist, innate martial artist, grandmaster, martial honor, martial saint, human immortal.

The division of the martial arts realm is very clear, although the martial arts powerhouses are not as magical as the cultivators, but they also have their advantages.

The martial arts powerhouse refines the flesh body and does not cultivate the soul, so the flesh is strong, the blood is like wolf smoke, and the blood is like boiling oil, which is extremely lethal to the Yin God.

Cultivators generally do not cultivate the physical body, so once they are approached by a martial arts powerhouse, they will almost certainly die.

As long as the cultivator does not enter the realm of ghosts and immortals, he will still suffer from reincarnation, and once he dies, everything will be over.

Each of the two major systems of practice has its own merits, and if you talk about who is strong and who is weak, it will vary from person to person.

Xu Xuan's current martial arts have been cultivated to the point of strengthening his bones, that is, ignoring the realm.

The next step is to impact the Divine Power Realm and become a martial artist.

If you want to quickly impact the Divine Power Realm, you must accumulate Yuanyang, and you must not break through the realm.

Otherwise, it will take a lot of time to get to this level.

One person and one fox chatted, and Xu Xuan also knew about the cultivation of the fox king.

He has been practicing for more than 500 years, and during this time, he has also had adventures, and his cultivation has reached the realm of Ning Dan, one step away from the ghost immortal.

After the banquet, Xu Xuan knew that time was pressing, and he had other things to do when he came to Xishan this time.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Black Cloud Ancestor's welcoming team had not yet arrived, he was ready to finish the rest of the things first, and the rest would concentrate on dealing with the Black Cloud Ancestor.

Early the next morning, Xu Xuan walked out of the cave and walked towards Longming Pond in the West Mountain.

The scenery of the West Mountain is not bad, not long after the autumn has just begun, the mountain is full of mist and misty, a winding path leads to the depths, and it happens to pass by Longming Pond.

The trail was built by some woodcutters who went up the mountain to cut firewood, making it easier for them to go into the mountains to cut wood.

Walking on the mountain road, Xu Xuan carried a cage on his back and tied a yellow gourd around his waist, enjoying the scenery along the way while heading towards Longmingtan.

"Little master, are you really going to go to Longmingtan to clean up that black fish essence?"

Zhao Jinqian's soft and glutinous voice came from the yellow gourd.

"This is nature, entrusted by men to be loyal to others, how can I not believe in my words."

"The little master is really a gentleman, he remembers his promises and keeps his promises, and Jin Qian's heart admires it tightly."

"Haha, don't compliment me, I'll slaughter the black fish essence later, and I'll invite you to eat braised big black fish."

“……”

Zhao Jinqian was speechless by Xu Xuan for a while, this little master is good at everything, but he is a little greedy.

It seems that after going back this time, I have to practice more cooking skills, and if I want to get a man's heart, I must first control his stomach.

The ancients were honest and did not deceive me!

Seeing that Zhao Jinqian didn't speak, Xu Xuan smiled and said:

"It's going to be idle, I'll tell you a story."

"The little master can also tell stories, so Jinqian really wants to listen to it."

Hearing that Xu Xuan was going to tell her a story, Zhao Jinqian suddenly became interested.

"It is said that there is a scholar named Ning Caichen, passing by Lanruo Temple......"

Walking on the quiet mountain road, Xu Xuan began his story, and Xu Xuan could almost recite the story of Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian.

A scholar and a female ghost are not much different from Xu Xuan and Zhao Jinqian.

In the yellow gourd, Zhao Jinqian quietly listened to Xu's story, feeling that this story had an illusion of empathy, but it was not quite the same.

"In the end, Nie Xiaoqian was reincarnated, and Ning Caichen was the top student in high school."

There are many versions of the story, but this version of Xu Xuan is indeed based on the movie.

"Done?"

"Well, it's over."

"Hey! People and ghosts have different paths, and in the end, the two did not come together. ”

Zhao Jinqian's voice carried a trace of loneliness and a trace of sadness.

"Haha, Nie Xiaoqian is a lonely soul and a wild ghost, so she naturally wants to be reincarnated, but Jinqian, you are different, if you cultivate well, you will become an immortal one day, but you can choose a good match."

As soon as she heard this, Zhao Jinqian immediately came to her senses.

"What do you mean by that, little master? Does it mean something? If I succeed in cultivation, will I be able to marry him in the future? When the time comes, I must give him a son, and of course my daughter must also ......"

In the yellow gourd, Zhao Jinqianqiao's face was blushing, and she had begun to fantasize in her mind.

Approaching Longming Pond, it is still morning at the moment, the fog fills the mountain stream, and a mountain song is heard in the distance.

When Xu Xuan walked in, he found that it was a woodcutter, holding an axe and carrying dry firewood on his back.

The woodcutter was dark-skinned, looked to be in his fifties, had a somewhat rickety figure, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of time.

"Uncle, how far is it from Longmingtan ahead?"

Xu Xuan stepped forward and saluted the old woodcutter with a fist.

"Little sir, if you want to play in this West Mountain, don't go to Longmingtan, it's not clean over there recently."

As soon as the old woodcutter heard that Xu Xuan was going to Longmingtan, his expression immediately became nervous.

"What? What happened, please let the old man understand. ”

"Recently, people often hear crying by the side of this dragon pond, this cry is very miserable, I have also heard it, it is really panicked."

"There are also people passing by Longmingtan, and they have seen a little brother in red crying, he is covered with scars, and his appearance is miserable, when he looks closer, the little brother in red has disappeared, it may be haunted."

"Recently, Longming Lake is very evil, and there are often animal corpses floating in the pool, and we are all taking a detour, for fear of accidents."

The old woodcutter said that he had a nose and eyes, and the horror in his eyes could not be pretended.

"It's such a strange thing, you didn't inform the Demon Suppression Division?"

"I have already reported to the official, and the government sent someone to check on it, but I didn't find anything, so this matter was done."

After all, this is the depths of the West Mountain, and it is not surprising that there are mountain spirits and monsters in the mountains and forests, as long as no one is killed, the government is too lazy to care.

Hearing that Longmingtan was haunted, Xu Xuan knew that it must have something to do with the black fish spirit.

"Don't worry, uncle, I am Xu Xuan, a student of Wuliu County, this haunted matter of Longmingtan, I will settle it and return you to peace."

"Mr. Xiao can't be reckless, do things like books, this trouble of Longmingtan is not something that idlers can solve."

"Thank you for your kindness, if you have nothing important, you can wait for me here, and in less than an hour, I will invite you to eat fish."

Xu Xuan finished speaking, and continued to move in the direction of Longmingtan.

The old woodcutter wanted to persuade again, but seeing Xu Xuan's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to give up in the end.

It's just that he is kind-hearted and worried about Xu Xuan's safety, but he doesn't dare to follow, so he can only walk down the mountain quickly, ready to gather the villagers, and everyone will go to Longmingtan together.

If Xu Xuanzhen had an accident, they would at least be able to collect a corpse for him, so that he would not be exposed to the wilderness.

After traveling three or four miles along the mountain road, Xu Xuan saw a secluded pool in the distance, and at the same time there was a faint sound of water.

There is a mountain stream above this secluded pool, a hanging waterfall is flowing to the secluded pool, the waterfall water laps on the stone wall, emitting bursts of roar, it is indeed like a dragon's roar.

When Xu Xuan walked into Longming Pond, he vaguely saw a red figure squatting there under the waterfall, and there were bursts of whimpering sounds in his mouth, as if he was crying.

Unexpectedly, what the old woodcutter said was true, there was really a man in red crying here.