"It's really lively tonight."

Xia Zhician pushed open the window in his room, he burped, looked at the bursts of blue smoke rising from the large courtyard not far away, and turned back to look at the two facing each other on the roof.

The two who confronted each other did not stalemate for long, and the burly strong man's body shook for a while, and the big knife that was originally raised high did not cut down.

At this time, I heard Mr. Huang say in a faint voice:

"You have been stabbed in the back, and forcibly using internal force will only make your wounds expand."

The strong man gritted his teeth, and he kept his hands in the air with his knife held high, trying to swallow back the blood that had rushed up his throat.

Don't look at it as just a knife in the back of the waist, it is more dangerous than a knife in the heart.

Those who practice martial arts know that strength starts from the ground, then from the legs to the waist, then from the waist to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the arms. That's why those who practice martial arts practice Zama step first since childhood, just to train their waist strength well. After all, the waist is in the middle of the human body, which can be said to play a key role in connecting the previous and the next.

And the timing of this flying knife piercing was also extremely appropriate, just when the strength of the strong man was from the leg to the waist, and it had not yet reached the shoulder.

At this time, the flying knife stabbed into the back waist, which just disrupted the transportation of the strength in the strong man's body, and the power in his body that was originally condensed into a point was instantly dispersed.

Mr. Huang just shook his head, and he took two steps forward. One hand held the hilt of the large knife hanging in the air, and with the other hand, he slapped the burly man off the roof with soft force.

"Poof......"

The burly man was slapped to the ground, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up from the ground, and the black-clothed men who had fallen to the ground hurriedly ran over to help the strong man.

"Let's go, get your hands dirty. (The other side is too powerful, we are not opponents.) )”

Seeing those black-clothed people disappear into the night in the distance, Mr. Huang did not make another move, but turned his head to look at the situation in the middle of the big courtyard.

The blue smoke gathered in the middle of the courtyard, and it was impossible to see what was going on beneath the fog.

Meow~

With a cat meow, the black cat got out of Xia Zhiciao's left sleeve cuff with a fluffy little head melon, she opened her small mouth, stretched out her pink tongue and licked the fluff on her right paw.

"It'...... Is it? ”

Xia Zhicicada seemed to be muttering to himself, but he was actually asking the cat demon in his cuff. The cat demon has a fragment of a golden jade human head in her body, so she will instinctively look for the same fragment. It is in this way that Xia Zhicicada looks for other scattered fragments.

Meow~

The black cat let out another milky cry, and then got back into Xia Zhicicada's left sleeve robe.

Looking at the black cat, she didn't look interested, Xia Zhician estimated in her heart that the supernatural that happened this time should have nothing to do with the golden jade head.

But as a five-colored spirit official, how could he watch the demons and ignore them.

Xia Zhician took out the red wine gourd, and he raised his head and took a sip of wine. This wine gourd is a special magic weapon handed down by the ancestors of the Lingguan lineage, and the wine that can be stored in it is naturally not ordinary wine.

took a deep breath, and then the formless true qi in his body mixed with the wine of immortal wine, was spit out by Xia Zhicicada in an instant.

A tangible white gas swirled and smashed into the blue smoke.

The white gas was like a red-hot iron rod, easily dispersing and melting the blue smoke. After a while, the blue smoke that had originally enveloped the entire courtyard dissipated, revealing the dart masters who had fallen to the ground.

"It's still far from it."

The white qi just now was actually the invisible sword qi in Xia Zhicicada's body that was operated by the urging method of the wine immortal. If he had already cultivated his true qi, then the white qi he had just spit out should at least be in the shape of a sword.

The Invisible Sword Qi is a partial technique that Xia Zhician found out from the three thousand classics of the year. The reason why this exercise is biased is that it doesn't pay attention to any cultivation method at all, and it only depends on talent.

Wait until all the blue smoke clears.

Xia Zhicicada turned over and jumped out of the window, and the whole person fell lightly like a leaf. Let Mr. Huang, who was still standing on the roof, secretly applaud, and praised this young man's light skills in his heart.

How did he know that Xia Zhicicada was not using light skills, but some subtle immortal techniques.

When Mr. Huang saw Xia Zhicicada fall into the yard, he just tightened the wooden box that he had been carrying behind his back, and then fell on his toes like leaves.

He has been practicing hard for decades.

"Your Excellency is the Heavenly Master?"

Mr. Huang has been traveling south and north for so many years, and he has encountered a lot of demons and monsters, and if he can blow away the fog of demons and evil so easily, it can only be the heavenly master on Longhu Mountain.

"No, he's just a nosy person......"

Xia Zhician smiled, and he directly set his eyes on the bluestone wellhead in the southwest corner. It was already empty, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Huang saw that Xia Zhicicada refused to tell the calendar, so he didn't ask any more. He understood that most of these immortal cultivators were strange-tempered, and it was better not to provoke them easily.

He looked at the well as well, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

So he turned around and went one by one to test the breath of the dart masters who had fallen to the ground. After probing everyone's breath, Mr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything was fine. Although the breath is weak, all the dart masters are not worried about their lives.

"They're fine, they're just under the guise of the devil. Go and let Xiao Er boil some decoction to ward off evil spirits, and pour them down, and it will be fine. ”

Xia Zhicicada walked to the side of the bluestone well and looked into the water inside, but saw nothing. He wasn't in a hurry, this female ghost didn't seem to be deep, and it might have just taken shape.

He picked up the wine jug that he had placed next to the bluestone well at night, and shook it from side to side, and he could hear the sound of the wine hitting the wall of the jug inside.

This pot of wine was originally a trick he had left behind to give the female ghost, but now he had changed his mind and did not intend to kill her directly.

took a sip of wine and sucked all the invisible sword qi that was originally hidden in the wine jug back into his body. Then he poured the rest of the pot into the bluestone well.

The face of the woman with blood and tears appeared on the surface of the well. She opened her mouth and sucked all the wine that Xia Zhicicada poured into her mouth.

A pot of wine was exhausted, and Xia Zhician threw the wine jug aside.

The woman in the well made a swallowing motion, perhaps overwhelmed by the wine, and her cheeks, which were as pale as paper, turned red.

She smiled charmingly and disappeared between the waves.

……

At the end of the night, I only heard a golden rooster report.

The lacquered mountain gate of a ruined ancient temple in the east of the city was pushed open, and a few dead leaves falling from the door were blown by the wind, and they walked into the courtyard one step ahead of the visitors.

The little novice, who was in charge of cleaning the courtyard, turned his head one by one and glanced at the sudden visitor.

Xia Zhician was a little strange, he shook his left sleeve robe a little unnaturally, and then slowly walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Amitabha."

I only heard a voice in the main hall, whispering a Buddha horn.

I don't know when this ancient temple was built, and now it is dilapidated, even the most magnificent and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall is ventilated on all sides, and even the roof that should be sheltered from the wind and rain above the head is lacking bricks and tiles.

Fortunately, the inside of the hall is quite clean, really clean to the point that there is nothing.

In front of the high platform in the center of the main hall there are only two variegated futons with patches. There were two figures sitting cross-legged on it, both of which were generally dry and thin.

It's just that one wears a robe, and the other wears a robe.

One monk, one monk.

"Lord Xia Shi came from afar, forgive the poor monks for being rude."

The monk didn't even open his eyes, but just folded his hands and said with a smile on his face.

The Taoist priest next to him also clasped his hands together like Tai Chi and bowed.

"Both of them are virtuous, and they will get straight to the point......"

Xia Zhician looked at the ground, there was not even a spare futon, and he didn't even have a place to sit down. The ground was originally supposed to be a smooth ground paved with bluestone, but now there is not even a stone slab, only the yellow earth below is exposed.

"There is an old shop here, called Dongjia Old Shop. This shop ...... It's a black shop, right? ”

"It's a black shop."

The monk bowed his head slightly, and the sandalwood rosary that had been rotating in his hand did not stop for a moment.

"Is the female ghost in the well behind the store a tragic death......?"

"It's a wrongful death."

The Taoist priest on the side also nodded.

"Even if it is a black shop, there are people who have died unjustly. That ......"

Xia Zhician flipped the cuffs, pointed his finger at the two people who were still sitting on the futon and did not move, and his eyes glared:

"Dare to ask the two of you, how can you sit here indifferently!"

Coldly watched the thief raise his sword, kill people's lives, and take people's money. If ordinary people can only say that they can save themselves, then why do these two people, who have cultivated to a high level, turn a blind eye to the tragic situation that is happening in front of them?

In this world, there are not too few people who look at other people's jokes, but too many.

"Amitabha, everything in the world has cause and effect. All the bitter fruits of today are the causes of yesterday's sowing. ”

At this time, the rising sun passed through the holes in the roof without tiles, and the bright sunlight fell to the place where the monk was sitting.

That halo gave the monk a splendid robe made of gold.

It was as if the legendary Buddha had descended into the world.

"So, the master means to leave him alone? Let the murderer go free, let the unjust soul die in vain! ”

Xia Zhicicada approached two steps, and for a while he didn't even care about the demeanor he usually had to maintain, and the spittle stars were about to squirt out.

"Amitabha."

The monk whispered the Buddha and said no more.

The Taoist priest on the side was silent, and there was a three-foot sword behind him that eliminated demons. I think it was also a sword out of the sheath, and the sword used to slash demons to protect a safe and happy land. I don't know how many years I haven't sheathed it again.

It's a pity that the iron sword that slashed the demon back then had long been rusted, and now it was a bladeless wooden sword in the sheath.

The iron sword is sharp, but it doesn't last long.

The wooden sword lasts a long time, but it is useless.

"Xia Lingguan, you are so eloquent. But when will there be no lonely souls and ghosts in this world, and when will there be no treacherous people? ”

The Taoist priest spoke for the first time, and instead of defending himself, he went to interrogate Xia Zhiciao.

"Hehehe, hehehe......"

Xia Zhician didn't answer, but instead sneered. He didn't even bother to say another word.

Originally, I thought that the two masters who lived in seclusion here should be people who were profound in cultivation and willing to help the world and save people. Unexpectedly, it was actually two cowards, cowering in a ruined temple, watching coldly and pretending to be carefree.

A ruined temple, two grass balls, and two people sat in front of the high platform.

Generally, on the central platform of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is a tall golden body of the Buddha. And inside this ruined temple, there is a stone carving in the center. The humanoid sculpture also sat cross-legged, but it couldn't see clearly, and there was no decoration on it.

It looks like it was carved by an ordinary stonemason in the village. Rough and stubborn, without a trace of merit. I don't know what's so good about this sculpture, but it actually makes these two sit here for many years.

Together, the invisible sword qi rose from the dantian and began to flow along the Zhou Tian meridians. Every time it fills a small week, the sword qi will increase by three points.

Thirty-six weeks is the limit of Xia Zhicicada's current time.

Whew-

The shock sleeves came out, and a sword aura was like a rainbow.