The piece of mutton fat jade emitted a terrifying blood-colored brilliance, reflecting Xiang Beige's cheeks like a ghost.

"This qi doesn't look like a monster, and it doesn't look like an evil cultivator?"

Xiang Beige's brows tightened, and he gently let go of his hand, and the mutton fat jade buzzed and was suspended in mid-air.

He could clearly perceive that the aura contained in the mutton fat jade was not the chaotic aura of ordinary sideways, but the majestic innocence of the aura.

Demons have demonic energy, monsters have strange spirits, and ghosts have ghosts...... Cultivators have their own spirit of cultivation.

In this heaven and earth, the monks and sects are chaotic, and the exercises they practice are also different, but the famous sects have their own set of practice methods, which are mainly based on absorbing the qi of heaven and earth and cultivating their own qi.

The innocence and indifference are easy to recognize.

Xiang Beige has had a lot of speculation that the people behind this jade may be demons and monsters, all kinds of evil cultivators.

But I didn't expect that the jade was actually innocent, and the people behind it actually practiced decent exercises!

At the moment when Xiang Beige lost his mind, the sheep fat jade suddenly swung out a circle of powerful aura, forming layers of qi waves, forcing it back three feet away.

"The Lord is coming?"

Xiang Beige seemed to have a feeling, and did not look at the jade again, but turned around and looked into the distance.

Above the night sky, a black cloud suddenly surged up in the direction of Qingxi County, drifting at an extremely fast speed, and almost in the blink of an eye, the black cloud had already come to the sky above the broken temple.

The black mist obscured the moonlight.

"It's not good."

Xiang Beige frowned, feeling a strong oppressive force from the black cloud.

The long sleeve of his left hand flew up, and a burst of cyan sword light flew out of the sleeve, swirling around him, emitting a long roar.

It was a long sword, all blue, four feet long, much longer than an ordinary blade, and two words were engraved on the body of the sword - Prodigal Son.

The black clouds are getting lower and lower, and it seems to be a black hand covering the sky, crushing down.

The wind was blowing in all directions, and the sand and gravel were whirling.

Xiang Beige's robe is hunting, the momentum is like a mountain, one person and one sword, looking up at the menacing clouds and mist.

The black cloud did not attack Xiang Beige, but towards the mutton fat jade that exuded red light, wanting to take it away.

"Taking the stolen goods in front of the general, it's too much to take the general in your eyes!"

Xiang Beige snorted coldly, and the prodigal sword on his side roared softly, turning into a blue light, rushing towards the black mist, forcing it back, and then flying back to his side.

"I don't want to make more trouble, bring that piece of jade!"

In the rolling dark clouds, there was a gloomy voice, sometimes far and near, fluctuating.

"This general is the Xuansi of Qingxi County, the Xuansi of Jiupin Town, Xiang Tragic Song!"

Xiang Beige was not afraid at all, and shouted loudly: "No matter who you are, quickly ambush you!" Otherwise, you will not be spared! ”

"I wanted to spare your life, but you didn't go to the Tao."

In the black clouds, the gloomy voice sneered, and then the clouds and mist rolled, condensed into a thick arm, and rushed straight down to Xiang Tragic Song!

Xiang Beige's face was solemn, his sleeves waved in unison, and his body lit up with a clear glow.

The prodigal son's sword contended, and the cyan light around the blade rose, and he went straight to the black mist arm and slashed away!

Rumble!

The blue and black rays of light met in mid-air, and a powerful wave of qi erupted, causing the surrounding qi to explode!

However, soon the black mist covered the cyan sword light and engulfed it.

The moment the blue light disappeared, the black mist turned in momentum and struck towards Xiang Sad Song!

In the mist, the ghost cried wolf, as if there were thousands of unjust souls wailing in pain, and the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Xiang Sad Song was devoured!

In the black fog, Xiang Beige was like a lonely boat in a storm, staggering by the bombardment of the fog.

In a short moment, he couldn't hold it anymore, spat blood from his mouth, and fell to one knee on the ground.

Seeing that the black fog swept around and regrouped, he was about to launch a second wave of offensive.

Xiang Beige's waist suddenly sounded a buzz, and a flash of golden light rushed out from his waist and went straight to the black mist!

The golden light was sharper than the sword light of the Prodigal Son's sword, and everywhere it went, the black mist melted and the snow melted, and there were bursts of painful wails from the souls.

"Golden Decree?"

The voice in the black mist was quite surprised, "I didn't expect you to have this thing...... Count your fortune! ”

Immediately afterwards, the fog turned around, rolled up the piece of mutton fat jade, and quickly retreated in the direction of Qingxi County.

"In this poor and remote ghost place, how can there be strong people above the three realms?"

Xiang Beige wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stared at the direction where the black cloud left, his face full of solemnity.

Although there are many monks in Great Qin, most of them are monks below the Three Realms, and above the Three Realms, they are already in the category of the strong.

Even Xiang Beige himself is only the pinnacle of the Three Realms, and he can't cross the hurdle of being judged as a strong man.

Looking forward to the hundred years of history in Qingxi County, there are no monks from the Three Realms, where did this guy come out tonight?

"If it weren't for the Zhenxuan Order, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lost my life tonight."

Xiang Beige lowered his head, picked up the golden token on his waist, and frowned.

It is a palm-sized token, the shape is simple and concise, and the front of it is engraved with the words "Zhen Xuansi", and behind it is the name of Xiang Tragic Song.

This token was originally very full of aura, like a living thing, but at this time it has been broken in two, and it is dusty, no different from an ordinary dead thing.

Then, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked up in the direction of Qingxi County, "Oh no, that guy got the mutton fat jade, I'm afraid he has to make a move, Sun Xiaolian is in danger!" Sun Xiaolian's house is in Chenjia Lane, if it involves Chen Ning......"

Thinking of this, Xiang Beige's face became more and more ugly, and he struggled to get up.

But as soon as he stood up, his feet went limp, and he fell down again.

"I hurt my natal vitality, and I can't go back for a while......"

Xiang Beige became more and more anxious, and when he forcibly struggled to get up, there was blood left at the corner of his mouth.

"Master Xiang, do you need a little one to help you?"

At this moment, Mao Ah Si crawled out from behind the broken idol not far away, showing a flattering smile.

Xiang Beige's eyes flickered, and he waved his hand after thinking for a while, "Cat Ah Si, you come, I have something to entrust you to do......"

……

Qingxi County, a private school.

In the moonlight, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt stood by the well, looking intently at something.

The sparkling waves in the well are not reflected in the sky and the moon, nor the trees in the courtyard, nor the figure of a middle-aged Confucian student.

The picture in the well reflects the broken temple in the east of the city, the figure of Xiang Beige and Mao Ah Si.

The middle-aged Confucian waved his sleeves, the water rippled, and the picture in the well changed again, turning into a barren mountain, with a breeze blowing on the hill, and a quiet night scene.

His furrowed brow softened slightly, and he brushed his sleeves again.

The picture in the well came to the official road of Xicheng again, one tall and one short, two figures wearing hats and robes slowly moving forward.

The slightly taller figure in the painting seemed to sense something, raised his head, and his gaze just passed through the well, meeting the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The eyes of the two met through the well.

"Amitabha."

On the official road is an old monk, he folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, "The poor monk just wandered here, and there is no malice, if there is any disturbance, please forgive the donor." ”

The middle-aged Confucian student's eyes flickered and he was slightly surprised, but he didn't answer, just waved his sleeves and made the picture in the well disappear.

There is no longer a strange picture in the well, only the shadow of the tree and the moon.

"Qingxi County, it's going to be restless again."

The middle-aged Confucian sighed, turned around and entered the room.

The night is long, and the beans are lit up, flickering and flickering.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar put pen to paper in the air, wrote hard, splashed ink, and didn't know what he was writing.

When he put pen to paper, on a barren mountain outside the county seat, the air was lit up with indeterminate ink-colored characters.

If you look closely, there seems to be some pattern in those words, tightly wrapping the entire barren mountain.

……

Outside the county, the official road.

"Master, who are you talking to?"

Next to the old monk, the slightly shorter monk asked curiously.

"He Mida Buddha should be the benefactor of retreat here, right?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and looked at Qingxi County from afar, "Fortunately, although this benefactor is very curious about our master and apprentice, he has no malicious intent.

This small city is not big, but it is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many people...... The demonic aura is also very heavy! No wonder, it chose to flee here. ”

"Master, have you found it?"

The little monk's eyes lit up, and his expression was quite excited, "If we catch it, we can go back to the temple!" ”

The old monk did not respond to him, but read in a low voice: "If you are suffering in your body, you should be kind to your heart, not to be shaken by the outside world, and not to think about the center." ”

The little monk realized that he had just lost his words, so he hurriedly folded his hands and said in a low voice: "Everything is pure without heart, and when you are pure, you must not think purely, and when you have a name, you must not think without purity, and you must not think without purity, it is a ...... without purity."

He kept his head down and thought for a long time.

The old monk looked at Qingxi County with his clear eyes like a spring, "Amitabha, the poor monk seems to have found it......"

……

Chenjia Lane.

In the dim light, someone is throwing a tantrum.

"Where is the moon? Don't talk about the time, the time is almost there! ”

Chen Ning scolded: "If I hadn't given you a substitute, you would have been guilty of leaving your post without permission!" ”

Anyone who blows alone in the night wind for more than half an hour will not have a good temper.

"I've been chasing cats and dogs for the past two days, I'm so tired, I accidentally fell asleep......"

Ma Changsi was sleepy-eyed, and said with a smile: "Brother Ning, don't be angry, my father gave me the silver just now, let's wait for the night patrol, and my brother will take you to the drunken flower building to be chic!" ”

Chen Ning waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and patrol the streets!" ”

"Okay, let's patrol!"

Ma Changsi hurriedly held the horizontal knife and kept up with Chen Ning.

probably made Chen Ning angry, and Ma Changsi didn't dare to talk about the mountains anymore, but just quietly followed him to patrol the night.

The two brothers made another round in silence, and it was already time for the child.

The lanterns hanging in front of many people's doors have been extinguished, and most of the alley is pitch black.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it was bitterly cold.

"In this summer, why is it still cold in the middle of the night?"

Ma Changsi looked at the moon and rubbed his arms, "Brother Ning, it's time to leave, let's withdraw?" ”

"There's no hurry."

Chen Ning frowned slightly, and he didn't feel quite right.

Why is it that a summer night that is still hot just now, suddenly it is as cold as autumn?

Just as he looked around, the moonlight beside him suddenly disappeared.

He looked up, only to find that he didn't know when a strange rain cloud had drifted, obscuring the moonlight.

"What, it's going to rain?"

Ma Changsi raised his head and saw the dark clouds, and urged: "Brother Ning, let's go quickly!" If you don't hurry up and wait for it to rain later, it will delay our brothers to go to Zuihualou, this is the top priority in life, and it can't go wrong! ”

Without waiting for Chen Ning to answer, the two suddenly felt at the same time that someone behind them patted them on the shoulder.

"Who?"

Ma Changsi was startled, shouted, and turned his head to look.

Ding——

Chen Ning didn't make a sound, but pulled out his horizontal knife, quickly turned around and jumped back, his movements were done in one go, and he had already left Fang Cai's position.

In the dark alley, the two Chen Ning brothers looked around back to back for a long time, but they didn't find the rest of them.

Ma Changsi swallowed and foamed, his voice was a little hoarse, "Ning, Brother Ning, I feel that someone has just put someone on my shoulder......"

"I feel it too."

Chen Ning's whole body was tense, and he entered the state of wolf's back and bee's waist, and he was full of energy.

"Damn, there's not even a figure in this hellish place, who patted us on the shoulder?"

Ma Changsi's voice became even hoarser, "When I was a child, I often heard my grandmother say that when you walk at night in the middle of the night, you must not look back when someone puts your shoulder on your shoulder, because it is a ghost who is looking for a substitute to ask for your life......

Damn! It's Halloween again! Brother Ning, I'm afraid we didn't meet a real ghost, right? ”