Shen Fei lifted his sword to split, slash, collapse, tease, grid, wash, intercept, stab, stir, press, hang, sweep, Wang dodged and dodged, tried to dodge again and again, but was wiped every time.

The yin qi lingering on the surface of Wang's body is gradually thinning, and the spirit body has become a little illusory from the initial condensation, with the decay of strength, Wang's speed of escaping and dodging will be slower, a vicious circle, according to this trend, within a moment, she may be scattered on the spot.

The Wang family was originally ready to flee when they saw that the situation was not good, but every time they fled in the direction outside the village, they would be stopped by Shen Fei, but when they dodged towards the village, Shen Fei would not be too pressed, and would always let her escape two more steps.

After the two of them were out of the sight of the little Taoist, Shen Fei said lightly: "Give up the plan to escape, I will not let you go today." ”

The Wang family probably reacted, and glanced at Shen Fei resentfully, but there were also some other meanings in his eyes, which were a little complicated.

Immediately, she floated straight towards a certain place in the village, Shen Fei raised his sword to follow, at this time he had turned off his skills, and he could easily catch up with his own speed alone.

Following the Wang family's aisle, after crossing a few houses, he came to that familiar place, Shen Fei took a look, this is not the one who listened to the corner of the wall when he first came to the village, oh no, listen to the roof.

Wang entered through the wall, Shen Fei walked to the door, and knocked politely: "Du, Du, Du, hello, are there any people inside?" "He's a polite guy.

But there was a terrible howl coming from inside the house, and no one invited him in.

"Ahhhh......h

"Ah......hh

"Ahhh......h

"Ahhhh......h

Shen Fei listened to all kinds of begging for mercy accompanied by screams in the house, but there was a hard and cruel word, but no one said that they were welcome to come in, so Shen Fei couldn't go in.

He skillfully jumped to the roof again, peeled off the three layers of thatch, and glanced in, good fellows, all the white and stiff reckless men were upside down, which was really not beautiful.

It didn't take long for the man's wailing to disappear in the room, and only a female voice was left to complain and weep, crying as if there was resentment, relief, helplessness, and hesitation.

Shen Fei listened quietly on the rooftop, holding the peachwood sword in his hand, looking into the distance, and no longer making any movement.

The sobbing sound changed from small to loud, and then from big to small, gradually returning to calm, and after a while, Shen Fei felt a cold meaning coming from under his feet, slowly and steadily approaching.

Wang floated up to the roof from the house, not like a mantle after a rage, neither fierce and perverse, nor hateful, but just like when Shen Fei first saw her, beautiful and gentle, calm and indifferent.

He nodded at Shen Fei and said, "Xiao Langjun, can you let me see the official again." It was obviously a plain and uneventful sentence, but his voice was full of pleading.

Shen Fei pondered for a moment, stretched out his left hand, took out the inscription amphora, and released it with a movement of his mind.

As soon as the man Liu Jian came out of the urn, his eyes were blood-red, and he rushed towards Shen Fei in a frenzy.

Shen Fei didn't dodge, the Wang family on the side floated forward, grabbed the man's waist, leaned his head on the man's back, closed his eyes quietly, smiled, and two lines of tears fell without knowing when. No matter how violent the man was, he couldn't break free from those slender arms.

The only remaining yin qi in Wang's body floated out, protecting the man from being burned by the sun, and the man's violent movements slowly stopped as he was wrapped in yin qi, and gradually calmed down. His red eyes faded from blood at some point, and he stood quietly, his expression returning to Mu Ne.

The breeze blows, a cloud is lightly supported by the wind, slowly drifting over and covering the sun, the original strong light, after sprinkling through the clouds, becomes soft, shining on people, warm, very quiet.

Wang opened his eyes at some point, with tears on his face, smiling, and two pear vortices at the corners of his mouth, as sweet as when he first saw him, and called softly: "Official." "Tenderness is like water, warm and long.

She held the man's spirit body, and under Shen Fei's gaze, she walked towards the tip of the peachwood sword that he held in his hand, and the naturally falling peachwood sword floated lightly, and the peachwood sword pierced the spirits of the two without hindrance.

Shen Fei watched the two of them quietly, slowly dissipating into the world, and there was no pain on their faces.

I don't know how long it took, the sun became fierce again, and Shen Fei slowly came back to his senses, there seemed to be a smile left in front of him before leaving, and he didn't know what the simple man thought.

Cleaning up his mood, Shen Fei jumped off the roof, returned to the little fat Taoist, helped him up, and the two walked back to the little Taoist's shack left and right.

"Little Taoist, after this incident, you can also continue your travels." Shen Fei laughed.

The little Taoist priest was silent, not knowing how to respond, he has lived in the Taoist temple on the mountain since he was a child, and he has followed the master since he remembered, calling the master, but he is really both a master and a father, and he follows the master every day to do homework, learn Taoism, and go down the mountain from time to time to do practical things, even if he occasionally descends demons and eliminates demons, he is also hiding behind the master, and he is happy to see the master solve it lightly.

He thought that this was the case in this life, and when he finished his studies, took over the mantle of the master, and did the same thing, maybe one day, he would also have his own apprentices.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, an accident ruined his once peaceful life, in order to let him escape from the Taoist temple, the master chose to stay behind, he didn't know if the master escaped after he left, and he didn't dare to think about other possibilities.

He only hated that he was still young and his cultivation was shallow, which dragged down his master.

He could only travel incognito and practice hard, thinking that one day his magic power would be profound, and he would have the ability to go back to see the former Taoist temple and follow the traces of his master.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest did not take a stubble, but was depressed, Shen Fei shrugged his shoulders, stopped speaking, and after helping the Taoist priest to sit down, he released the last spirit body, the man's mother, he lifted the peachwood sword, gently sent it forward, and watched her nod with relief on her face, and gradually dissipated.

A familiar prompt sounded in his ears, and Shen Fei ignored it first.

He bumped the little fat with his shoulder: "Little Taoist, teach me some spells."

The Taoist priest shook his head: "You are not a disciple of my sect, so you can't teach it." ”

"Then what can you send me?"

"Your strength is stronger than mine, why do you need me to give you something, and besides, you return the sword that my master gave me."

"Cut." Shen Fei sneered disdainfully, the little fat man is really stingy, the little master won't play with you anymore.

The little Taoist wiped the sweat from his fat face, turned his head to look to the side, and wanted to say something to Shen Fei, but there was no trace of Shen Fei, and in the empty room, only a wooden sword was leaning against the wall, and there were two yellow paper talismans scattered on the ground.

The little Taoist priest fixed his eyes and saw that this talisman was very similar to two of the 72 rune formations he had laid out.