The lean young man looked at the emerald green pill, and without thinking about it, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Tsk, it's bold, so I'm not afraid that this immortal will poison Gu?"

Seeing this, the tanuki was depressed, and the young man's resoluteness made the language it had woven useless.

"People who are about to die, why are they afraid of poisonous Gu?"

The young man sneered, his expression changed suddenly, a flush of red tide appeared on his face, and he subconsciously reached out to hold his chest, and said with doubts in his eyes:

"What is this?"

"Since you are a dying man, you know so much about it?"

The tanuki said sarcastically, looking at the young man's face turned blue, and suddenly he was as happy as drinking ice in August, from the head to the tip of the tail.

"Keep up! In front of this shrine, it's not a good place to talk. ”

The tanuki said, leaping deep into the forest.

Seeing this, the young man gritted his teeth and plucked up his strength to chase after him, and when he didn't want to get up, he was surprised to find that his body had run out of oil and had dried up, and he had added a little strength.

The sword wounds on the body seem to have eased a little.

'Because of that ball? ’

The young man was secretly worried in his heart, gritted his teeth and cheered up, and chased into the forest.

Not long after he left, a faint light and shadow appeared in front of the abandoned shrine, it was Mo Chuan who came from refining the gods.

"It's a little interesting, the poor road has only heard of the ghost of the dead, and he has not seen the living soul of the signatory, but he wants to see it."

He looked at the deep forest where one person and one demon had left, a touch of curiosity flashed on his face, and then he refined his divine qi, escaped into the void, and chased after him.

……

The tanuki led the way, going around and around before stopping at a hunter's hut.

The young man chased all the way here, and the more he chased him, the more energetic he became. When I arrived at the hut, I was already radiant, like an ordinary person, and my blood seemed to come from the enemy.

"It is worthy of being the first knife in Lingnan, and the blood is vigorous, gushing out with a light hook."

The tanuki jumped on the beams and beams, condescendingly and judgmentally.

"When are you going to kill the Ghost Sword?"

"Don't worry! Knowing each other and knowing yourself, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles, so let's talk about the grievances between you and the Ghost Shadow Sword. ”

The tanuki lies on the crossbar, and the fluffy tabby tail hangs down naturally, and the tip of the tail is inadvertently hooked.

"What does this have to do with killing?"

"One is the Lingnan Ghost Shadow Sword, the other is the Lingnan First Sword, and they are all about to die, wouldn't it be a pity to let this grievance go with the wind?" The tanuki grinned.

"What can be new about the grievances of the rivers and lakes? He killed my father, I avenged my father, that's all. ”

"Really? Then why did he kill your father? ”

"I don't know, and I don't care."

“…… Boring! ”

The tanuki yawned lazily: "You fell on the side of the road with blood, I think I have already fought with that ghost sword?" ”

The youth was silent.

After a while, he said: "Today, he is 60th birthday, I challenged in public, fought for 31 rounds, and returned defeated." If you have the guts, now is a good opportunity to kill him, and if you're worried about crowds, wait until late at night. ”

"Thirty-one rounds, thirty-one sword wounds, sword injuries to muscles and bones, you are not worthy of the name of Lingnan's first sword?"

Hearing this, the young man suddenly clenched the broken knife, his swarthy old face was as red as a pig's liver, and a trace of pain and shock flashed in his eyes.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and at the age of thirteen, he followed the dart game to dart, and at the age of seventeen, he played all over the dart game and met his opponent.

Everyone in the dart game called him a martial arts wizard.

At the age of eighteen, the county lieutenant personally came to the door to recruit him as a guard.

Now twenty-nine years old, in the prime of life, and seeing the 60th birthday of his enemy, he can no longer tolerate it, so he throws away the advice of his mother and uncle and challenges him in public.

He's defeated!

Twenty-nine years old and strong, he can't beat the old man.

The mottled iron sword that he carried at random was like a divine soldier in the world, and each sword was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, leaving deep sword wounds on his body at the most incredible angle.

He persevered for thirty-one rounds, and finally dragged him out of the ring when his brothers did not hesitate to break the rules, and only then did he pick up a small life.

However, the fate was picked up, but the knife was lost.

In this life, he may no longer have the courage to hold a sword and face the ghost shadow sword.

Even if the Ghost Shadow Sword was about to die in a hundred years, he didn't dare to face the mottled iron sword that he was carrying casually.

This is the fundamental reason why he lost his soul and fled into the barren mountain, kneeling in front of the shrine to pray to God and worship Buddha.

"The rivers and lakes carry love, and the false name given makes the immortals laugh."

The young man closed his eyes and exhaled softly. It's like unloading a thousand heavy burdens.

"Hehe, think about it, this immortal lives in Wuling, and the bandits who stand in the way are just terraced farmers, and the sedan chair carries people, and it is not surprising that the first knife in Lingnan is Bo, but this immortal is almost in phase."

The tanuki yawned, a little distracted.

I thought I had a powerful ghost.

Unexpectedly, it was just a country swordsman who was touted.

Whatever it is!

It's not bad to use him as an excuse to collect the soul of the Ghost Shadow Sword.

"Ben Xian is asleep, wait until it gets dark to call me."

As he spoke, the tanuki stretched his waist, lowered his ears, and fell asleep, as if he regarded the first knife in Lingnan as nothing.

Seeing this, the young man took a breath, found a random place to lie down, and closed his eyes and took a nap.

……

……

The golden black fell in the west, and the jade rabbit rose in the east.

Hanjiazhuang, which had been lively for a day, gradually calmed down.

On Jiazi's birthday, he showed off the ghost shadow sword of swordsmanship - Han Mancang, who was so drunk that his steps were vain, and with the support of the servants, he lay on the soft couch on all fours, and let the concubine serve and wash his feet.

However, even when he was drunk, he always held a Tangxi sword in his left hand.

Not long after, the ghost sword finished washing, hugged the sword and fell asleep.

Before you know it, the night is getting darker.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the Ghost Shadow Sword opened his eyes and said, "The main gate of the old man's birthday banquet can't be opened, but he doesn't invite him to come through the wall in the middle of the night, what does this mean?" ”

The tanuki, who was quietly squeezing into the bedroom, suddenly stiffened, and then smiled: "The old man has good ears, and he can even hear the footsteps of this immortal!" ”

The Ghost Sword slowly got up and sat up.

When he saw the tanuki enter the house, he was not surprised, and said: "It turned out that General Tiger was visiting, no wonder the birthday banquet did not come, disrespectful and disrespectful!" I don't know what happened when General Tiger came to visit late at night? ”

"Hehe, someone is buying their lives to kill you."

The tanuki gracefully jumped onto the round table and sat upright.

"Oh, who's going to kill me?"

The ghost sword smiled, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and placed the Tangxi sword across his knees.

"It's me!"

The door of the room, which had been squeezed out of a gap by the tanuki, was quietly pushed open, and Lingnan No. 1 Dao, who was covered in scabs and dirty blood, walked in.

"Zhao is not entangled!"

The ghost shadow knife raised his eyebrows, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it turns out that this is the bearing of the first knife in Lingnan, the old man looks at you for thirty-one moves, and you are a young talent!" Unexpectedly, it was a rat who couldn't afford to lose. ”

A sarcasm made Lingnan's first knife Zhao Butang's face pale.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to open his mouth to argue, but finally his teeth were gritted to death, and he didn't have a word.

"Old horseman, isn't this a sin you created? You cut people's lives to death, who can afford to lose? ”

"General Tiger's words are wrong!"

In the face of the tanuki and the old horseman, the ghost shadow sword was polite: "Today is the old man's 60th birthday, he has already washed his hands in the golden basin, and he has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years. ”

"Well, that makes sense."

The tanuki nodded and teased, "But, do you know that he is your enemy?" ”

[Thank you for the tip!] 】

(End of chapter)