Cold Mountain.

The southern location in the distance of the ancient city of Fengli.

The place where Mizusawa is going to go will also pass through here.

As its name suggests, the frost in the mountain is eternal, and the ice that never melts is in the mountains, covering the entire mountain, and many people still live here thousands of years ago, until now.

It's a pity that this place has been reduced to a place for monsters to breed.

There are countless monsters in it, and even more of them have reached more than 200 years, which can be described as a disaster.

However, by the great supernatural powers of the Heavenly Monarch Pavilion, the seals were set up, and the monsters and spirits in it were completely dead and silent, and they could not go out of the troubled world.

"Minibus, is the silver reward this time, plus the ones saved before?"

Mizusawa sat on top of the flying sword, took out an abacus, and calculated carefully.

"Every time you secretly send silver to the mountain gate, the master doesn't know, and he doesn't know what you think, he can't eat praise, and he has to carry infamy."

The minibus looked at him concentrating and calculating, and was a little unbearable.

"Hey, you don't understand this, this is called gratuitous dedication, you don't understand it", Mizusawa waved his hand indifferently.

He died unexpectedly in the 21st century and was reincarnated in this world as a demon hunter.

In his previous life, he was a lonely man, but he regained the warmth of his family here.

Although I don't know why, he can still retain the memories of his previous life, but in this life, he secretly vowed to live a wonderful life.

At the mountain gate of the demon hunter, he is the child of someone else's family in the mouth of others.

The Dao power test is a grand slam, and the willpower and soul power are almost twice as much as ordinary people.

In the company of the master and all the brothers, it can be regarded as a happy childhood.

Just when he was sixteen years old, when he was at the age of sixteen, the master ordered him to go into the mountains to hunt a demon beast that was more than fifty years old.

Mizusawa met a demon who bewitched his will, attached himself to Mizusawa's body, and returned to the mountain gate with him.

He only remembered that it was an incomparably beautiful demon, and all the faces in this world could not be compared to it.

On that day, the Demon Hunter's mountain gate suffered the most tragic battle.

Through Mizuzawa's body, the demon unlocked the mountain protection array, causing the group of demons to dance wildly, and the demon led by him actually held the heavy treasure of the Heavenly Monarch Pavilion, the Thousand Soul Banner!

All of the 174 disciples and 8 elders of the demon hunter died.

Although there were only seven people left in the mountain gate, the demon also fled with the demon hunter's most precious Tianjing.

Mizusawa knew that his fault had brought irreversible damage to the mountain gate, although Shizun and senior brother didn't say much, but he himself understood.

With a mission, when leaving, write an oath at the mountain gate, Tianjing and the demon are bound to be recovered!

It's been six years, this is the sixth year, except for saving money every year to secretly send it back to Shanmen, I don't have the face to see the remaining senior brothers and his own master.

Although Xiuwei has become more and more powerful with time, that demon has always been like a thorn, deeply rooted in Mizuzawa's heart, and only by catching it can it be removed.

The minibus is the spirit beast snake in the mountain gate, and the young son born has been by his side since he tested the power of the channel.

According to what the master said, if it likes one person in its life, it will not leave.

"It's more than 1200, turn back to the old rules, minibus, you send it back, I'll give you the demon beast Neidan to eat"

Mizusawa put down his abacus and raised an eyebrow at the minibus on his shoulder.

"I'll just say, it's okay for you to go back, let me run by myself every time"

The minibus puffed out a small snake mouth, and glanced at him with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry for you~ But I still have seven or eight hundred-year-old demon pills in my hand, and you don't want to see me sell them for meat and eat them."

"I'll send it back, you give it to me! Then you can show me first, in case you fool me! ”

"Definitely, look"

As he spoke, he took out a demon pill from his arms, and the demon pill the size of the child's fist exuded crystal clear fluorescence.

The demon power on it is even more abundant, not to mention the little demon, even if the spirit comes to such a one, it can increase the cultivation for a hundred years.

"Don't rob! It's all for you when the time comes! ”

Mizusawa dragged the demon pill, and the other one had been swallowed into his mouth by the minibus.

"You ¥......%!!"

"Endlessly... Grass ......&*"

The green sword trembled slightly in the scramble between one person and one snake, and the sword body turned back into green paper.

"it!! Minibus! I he %#¥".

Thundered~

Not to mention 10,000 meters, there is also a thousand meters in the air, Mizusawa grinned and rubbed his waist.

He had smashed a deep pit out of the solid ice.

"Minibus, you calf, I won't tell you, what to rob!"

The minibus on the side came out of the crack, and then saw that the demon pill in his mouth had been completely swallowed.

"You've been stupid to me, how many times, and you're not a snake when you're on it again! Or you always say I'm brainless! ”

"Damn"

Mizusawa pressed the acupuncture points on his body to relieve the pain, and said with some displeasure: "When did I lie to you, isn't it the last time, the last time, and the last year?"

"How much more do you want, and don't look at how much you eat"

"Pigs are not as edible as you, normal monsters have to be sacrificed for decades to eat a hundred-year-old demon pill, you are better than eating jelly beans"

"I'm here to help you control your diet, so that you won't be as fat as a python in the future."

Mizusawa's mouth is the same as pouring beans, not giving the minibus a chance to defend at all.

But his righteous and awe-inspiring tone made the minibus feel as if he had done something wrong.

"But you can't always lie to me!" , the minibus bit fiercely.

But the familiar shout didn't appear, and it looked up at Mizuzawa, only to find that his face suddenly became solemn.

"Mizusawa??"

"Don't make a sound, there's a ghost approaching"

The minibus heard Mizusawa's warning before raising its head and looking around.

The two of them were located at the bottom of the valley at the foot of the low mountain on the outskirts of the Cold Mountain, and the air around them was extremely turbid, although it was getting late.

But the darkness here, like devouring light, can only be seen clearly by urging the vision with the power of the body.

There was a winding path in front of me, and I didn't know where it led.

The surrounding mountains are covered with ice, and the light is not refracted and not transparent.

It gives people the feeling of being in the netherworld.

And the place where Mizusawa is looking is the entrance to that road.

The minibus also sensed an extremely strong ghost aura, and there were 36 kinds of ordinary ghosts.

The feeling of this breath is extremely weird, although it has the aura of a ghost, but it has the meaning of a ghost.

It's cold and chilling.

"Is it a grudge?" , the minibus climbed to Mizusawa's shoulder, and it looked at the end of the path, a pair of snake eyes flashed.

"I don't know... I didn't perceive the killing intent, it was more like a geist."

Mizusawa pulled out a piece of yellow paper, quickly folded it with one hand and turned it into a short knife, and with a slight shake, the paper fell apart.

The yin wind in the valley is blowing slowly, and Mizusawa is not afraid of demons, but he still can't avoid some heart palpitations in the face of ghosts.

The last time I dealt with a wronged soul was two years ago.

This kind of creature is formless and formless, and the attack methods are also ever-changing, so that people can't find their heels at all.

There is no other way than Taoist suppression.

And Mizusawa Taoism learning is really limited, there are less than ten pieces of yellow paper left to exorcise ghosts, and when they run out, they don't have them, so it can be said that when these ten pieces of yellow paper are used up, they have to run if they can't beat them.

After all, I'm a demon hunter, not a ghost hunter...

Last time, it took almost a hundred pieces of yellow paper to seal the forty-year-old soul.

"The famous philosopher Li Yunlong once said: The guy in his hand is hard, and our waist pole is hard!"

The ghostly figure did not appear, but from that intersection there were bursts of lute sound and desolate singing.

"The moon is hazy, the stars are gray, and the autumn wind is like ice in people's arms"

"Deserted, miserable and miserable"

"Jun remembers gnats, don't read cui minus"

"A hundred years together but empty..."

"When will we be able to go to Huangquan together..."

The song was desolate and mournful, Mizusawa frowned, and his figure slowly stood up, and the knife in his hand swiped lightly on his middle finger, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down the notch of the knife body.

A woman walks into view, wearing a hat and clothes adorned with begonia flowers, and holding an old lute.

I don't see each other, but I see my look.

The sad song seemed to tell something, Mizusawa blinked slightly, and the woman's figure suddenly disappeared.

Reappeared, already standing a meter in front of him.

"Your Excellency, do you have any unfulfilled wishes", Mizusawa took a step back vigilantly, and the knife in his hand flipped over, ready to meet the outburst of this ghost.

I vaguely heard a crying voice, her voice was soft, "Excuse me... Have you ever seen the Dongran Taibao..."

Mizusawa frowned and replied no.

Her cry was even more desolate, making people listen to it a little harshly, "Everyone said they didn't see him, where the hell is he?" Please let me know! ”。

A bright silver light behind the lute shook Mizuzawa's eyes.

It is a short sword, a silver short sword hidden in the lute, and the sword light is fierce.

Sonor!

Mizusawa parried extremely quickly, his left hand against the wrist of his right arm, and the knife and short sword in his hand rubbed into bursts of sparks from the impact of metal.

"Devil..."

He frowned, his heart frightened.

After a few fights, the tearing feeling from the tiger's mouth made Mizusawa understand the way of this powerful ghost!

"At least. More than 100 years! ”

"At the bottom of the cold valley, there is a powerful ghost that is more than 100 years old, and he has a unique skill and a deadly move!"

A knife stabbed out, but found that it had penetrated the woman's body, and Mizusawa raised his head in astonishment but found that he couldn't see her face clearly.

The wide hat completely obscured her face.

But she was still murmuring, "Where the hell is it!" Why! They all said they hadn't seen it! ”

Mizusawa burst back and pulled out a few more pieces of yellow paper from his crotch.

The eyebrows are certain, and the mouth is full of shouting: "The essence of Luobi, the power is applied in an instant, the demons rest by themselves, and the light is endless"

The yellow paper was scattered, the knife in his hand was crushed by his hand, and the light in his eyes flashed with both hands!

"Photograph!"

One word exited, and the yellow paper in the sky found a home, and they all flocked to the woman.

"Are you going to lie to me, too!" , you can see her gaze through the hat, stabbing out two red rays like needles and piercing into Mizuzawa's consciousness!

The silver light flickered, and suddenly the ice on the ground began to tremble.

A huge white snake with a raw horn rose into the sky.

"Mizusawa! Wake up! ”

The anxious cry of the minibus woke up the unconscious Mizuzawa, and he opened his eyes to find that he was out of the trough.

The wind whistling around you means that you are speeding high into the air at the moment.

The minibus transformed into the main body, and took the water that was shocked by the powerful ghost in one bite and went straight to the sky.

While his consciousness remained, Mizusawa seemed to see a simple cemetery just now, with only a branch stuck in the dirt bag.

Surrounded by a circle of trees, it seems to be laughing at the loneliness of Tubao.

"It's so strong..."

Lying on the back of the minibus, his hand casually swept his abdomen only to find it wet.

"Damn... No way. ”

"Minibus, find a medical center..."

"Shut up, that sword is about to pierce your stomach"

At the foot of the mountain near the cold mountain, after the minibus watched the town in the air, the phantom human body ran in quickly with Mizuzawa's unconscious body on its back.

The figure of the minibus is the touch of a son, wearing a white dress and a soft white gauze, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows drive the whole face to be so handsome.

found a medical center, and Mizusawa was tied like a rice dumpling with a bandage.

"If it weren't for his contemptible medical skills, and the timely delivery of this little brother, even if the immortal doctor was alive, he wouldn't be able to save it."

With a wave of his hand, he asked the guy in the store to grab a few patches of medicine and handed them to the minibus.

"Thank you, doctor", the minibus listened to the doctor's words after buying the medicine, and glanced at Mizusawa with a smile.

"You have to take good care of it these days, and it will be troublesome for the wound to heal when it is cracked."

The doctor of the medical hall advised.

After thanking him, the minibus supported him, looked at Mizusawa and glanced at him, and smiled even more happily.

"Find an inn to rest for a while, you here, haha."

Lying on the bed in the inn, Mizusawa sighed, and the minibus went to the morning market on the grounds that he hadn't transformed into a human body for a long time, so he threw himself here.

"Shhhhh

Standing up, the pain in his lower back still made him unable to help but make a sound.

Lying on the window and looking at the bustling street can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

"Hey! Little brother, do you want to buy a waist fan, this is painted by the great poet Hao Qibin himself~! ”

The voice pulled him back from his stupor, and when he looked down, a teenage girl with a bunch of folding fans in her hand was looking at him happily.