When I arrived at Guanwang Temple without sleep, the main hall and the ear room were carefully looked at one by one, and two more corpses were added.

It is the senior brother Pan and the senior brother Ma who are burning the fire in the kitchen.

Senior Brother Pan's cultivation was not as smooth as Shuntong, and he should have been killed by the crazy Senior Brother Ma with a sword; Senior Brother Ma may have inhaled too much poisonous miasma, fainted, and fell into the boiling oil pot due to his bad luck.

When I walked in at night, the smell of meat had already overflowed the entire kitchen, and both Brother Ma and Brother Sun went to the soup and were swollen by the boiling water.

Poor Senior Brother Sun's head floated on the water, his two eyes bulged out in horror, and he was gurgling up and down in the boiling water bubbles.

"You're a slightly better person, alas."

Sleepless at night, he sighed with emotion, didn't stay long, came to the main hall, and picked up the Qingyu Sword that was placed on the ground by Senior Brother Mi.

This sword is quite spiritual, as soon as it is started, the blue light that will be extinguished and hidden, as if oil has been poured on the fire, flutters and rushes, and it is vigorous for a while.

I almost want to compete with the torches inserted in the four corners of the hall for glory.

"Could it be that this sword has such a vision, is it because it is in touch with my heart and recognizes me as my master?"

Sleepless at night, full of joy, stroking this sword, full of praise.

In the legend of the strange story, when the sword meets Allah, it will be hinted at in various visions.

The Qingyu Sword is in the hands of Senior Brother Mi, and the brilliance is hidden, and it is voluntarily buried in the dust; In the hands of the sleepless night, I can't wait to bloom the blue light like fire.

Comparing before and after, the two lovers measured, and the sleepless heart became more and more certain that Qingyu Sword must have a fate with him.

"Tilt~"

The sword was unsheathed, bringing out the sound of the dragon's groan, and the silence of the night sky seemed to be broken by the sound of the sword's roar.

The cyan sword body, the light is like a warm jade, exuding heat, moistening the sleepless hand. He poured out his internal force and attached it to his sword.

The internal force gradually covered the ancient inscriptions and carvings on the sword body, and the blue light was brighter, tumbling and surging, like the raging waves of the sea, impacting along the sword body.

Before he could make a move, the sword qi had overflowed little by little, distorting the air around him by three points.

The powerful force made the pine sword on the side tremble.

Obviously, the pine pattern is not as good as the green grain, and it will be pressed by its power.

In the future, when fighting against others, the Qingyu sword in hand can even make up for the shortcomings of cultivation and swordsmanship, and can become a decisive factor in the victory of the battle.

"That being the case, Qingyu Sword, you will follow me in the future and help me explore the rivers and lakes together. Although I can't compare to Changshan Zhao Zilong, but I am much stronger than your second master, Xia Houen, and I will not bury you, and the pearl will be covered with dust! ”

Sleepless at night, talking to himself, the Qingyu Sword seemed to understand, and actively let out a sword chirping, shaking with excitement, eager to immediately confront others and make a contribution.

Sleepless at night, he returned the sword into the sheath, looked at the blue light on the sword body, and said: "Although the green sword is good, this light is too blazing." As the saying goes, 'When the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it.'" It's always so bright, it's too eye-catching, and it attracts people who are greedy for swords, but it's not good. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the green sword suddenly received its light, stopped shaking slightly, and the small seal on the scabbard seemed to have faded a little.

The blue-black sword body, even if the four torches reflected each other, lost its brilliance, inconspicuously like a pile of dry firewood, unable to attract the slightest attention.

In this way, the worries of sleepless nights can be calmed.

Sleepless at night calls it magical, playing up and down, I can't put it down, and it is better than the loose sword.

Put away the Qingyu sword and pin it to your waist.

He already had the experience of wearing two swords at the same time, and even if the Qingyu Sword was slightly heavier, he didn't feel that it was a burden.

He opened the door, untied the horses of the men and women, patted the horses, and urged them to flee in all directions.

Leaving only one of the youngest and strongest white horses, he led it to a safe place, patted the horse's head, and said with a smile: "But I can't let you go, the mountains are high and the road is far in the future, and I have to rely on your foot strength." ”

The horse was very cold, and did not respond to his words.

He only shook his head, twitched his ears a few times, swept his ponytail around, and spewed hot air from his mouth.

Sleepless at night, he returned to the temple, and under the broken statue of Guan Gong, he worshiped respectfully. With a serious face, he said in a deep voice:

"Guan Gong Rongyu: The rivers and lakes are sleepless at night, passing through here, staying in the Guibao Temple, waking up in the middle of the night, and meeting a number of strongmen, so he hid on the top of the temple, saw through his anger and resentment, and wanted to kill; Relying on Guan Gong's divine power to take the lead, he confused his heart, causing mutual killing and death. There are also eight children in the temple, all of whom have returned to heaven and have returned to the underworld.

Today, sleepless at night, I beg to tear down your temple, burn it all down with a fire, and burn all the good and evil in the temple to ashes. than the ghost sent to send the child to death; However, the souls of wicked men and women must be captured, and no one will be allowed to slip through the net, and then the City God's Mansion will be interrogated, verified, and escorted to the underworld, or fried in an oil pan, or burned in a blazing fire, so that they will do evil in their lives and make up for their sins! ”

After speaking, the sleepless night solemnly kowtowed his head three, looked up at the statue of Guan Zhengcheng, did not squint, was open-minded, had no distracting thoughts, and looked at him for a long time.

"When the fire starts, it will definitely affect Guan Gong's golden body. If there is something offended, after a hundred years of sleepless nights, the soul will lose its way to the underworld, and then come to make amends. ”

Bow three more times.

Looking at the corpses in the hall from the corner of his eye, he rushed to the kitchen sleepless at night, and put a stack of dry firewood on the main hall.

Half an hour later, the temple was on fire, the Qingyu sword rushed out of the sky, the sleepless night stirred up, a sword "the cold wind blows who looks like me", the temple beams, all broken and broken, joined the fire.

The fire became more ferocious, and it was peeled off, as if Zhu Rong waved the fire flag, and the sky was raging, reflecting the white snow and melting.

It won't be long before this temple burns to the ground.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I actually smelled the aroma of barbecue. Sleepless Ye frowned, stopped staying, went to lead the horse, hugged the toddler, and prepared to go out of the mountain along the main road.

Under the light of the snow, the peace and blessing hanging on the child's chest, and the longevity lock are very conspicuous.

Sleepless at night, his body trembled, and he looked carefully at the child's face.

I was anxious before, but I just glanced at it sloppily, and I didn't look at it carefully.

Now that everything was settled, he clearly recognized that this quiet sleeping child was actually the old lady who gave him wine and food during the daytime today, and the grandson in his arms.

I looked at the swaddling clothes again and again, and the toddler's face was right and right with the memories of the day, recalling the conversation between Senior Brother Mi and the others, sleepless and lost at night, his fists clucked, and he looked back at the fire and black smoke behind him, and his eyes were cold to the bone.

finally turned into a powerless sigh.

After a long time, he turned on his horse, and with his whip, drove the white horse, which he did not know very well, toward the old woman's farmhouse.

The horse was very clever, and avoided deep pits and difficult sections along the road, and the snow was difficult for three or four miles, and it took him less than two quarters of an hour to reach his destination.

Sleepless at night, he got off the horse, held the young child, and stood in front of the thatched house.

The smell of blood hit his nose, and the four corpses burned his eyes.