Li Zijin leaped to the ground, rolled forward, and firmly followed the black shadow in front of him.

The young ghost envoy roared in a daze: "Wu Gui!"

He wasn't sure either, but out of speculation, he shouted tentatively.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this name, the black shadow's figure paused suddenly, allowing the young man to seize the opportunity to get close, but Li Zijin did not use the sword, and the little Taoist behind him was heartbroken, and felt that this sword appearance was good, and the swordsmanship was acceptable, but it was a pity that he was so lacking in heart?

He has seen the head of the person, but like the young man playing the sword in front of him, he is so diligent in giving the head away, for fear that the ghosts of others will not be able to kill him, he rushed to reincarnate, but this is the first time he has seen it.

Dare to be good, I have seen you for a long time tonight.

Li Zijin was overjoyed when he saw its figure stop, and asked again, "You are Wu Gui, right?!"

The drama came to an abrupt end, and it seemed unwilling to admit this identity and began to rage.

The sky and the earth changed color, the dark clouds covered the moon, and the wind swept away, blowing Li Zijin so that he couldn't open his eyes.

"What a grievance. Be careful behind!" The little Taoist priest who was still hesitating on the roof scolded Shengniang, jumped down, and also rolled and unloaded, came behind Li Zijin, instantly pulled out the peachwood sword behind his back, and said something in his mouth.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi, the four spirit heavenly lanterns, the six jias and six dings, help me destroy the essence, and the demons will die!"

The little Taoist handed out a sword, and firmly inserted the peach wood sword in his hand into the back of the ghost, it wailed, and suddenly threw the little Taoist with the sword, fell seven or eight feet away, fell to the ground and rolled, the little Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood, and the injury was not light.

He smiled bitterly, the demon spell really didn't work, if this thousand swords were not ghosts but demons, just now this sword could teach it to be destroyed.

The little Taoist priest began to regret that he didn't go to the turtle peak next door to visit the door and learn the Taoist technique of exorcism and extermination. I thought that when I returned to Longhu Mountain after this experience, I would definitely learn a few more powerful Taoist methods, what to punish demons and evils, kill ghosts, and kill ghosts, and learn them all, so as to save myself from encountering this tricky situation in the future, and I can't please it at all.

He must ensure that he will not be lazy when drawing talismans, and he will definitely draw a dozen or twenty pieces of all kinds of life-saving talismans and demon killing talismans, and then when he kills demons, he will first throw dozens of demon talismans out, and when the demons are almost flattened, he will shoot again, kill with a sword, and be perfect.

Even if Li Zijin no longer wants to hurt that black shadow, he must use his sword at this time, because after that black shadow was stabbed by the little Taoist with a sword, it became even more crazy and violent, and it had already entered an uncontrollable state.

Young swordsman, the sword is unsheathed.

did not use his best left-handed sword, but held the sword in his right hand, leaving room for sword moves everywhere, and did not pursue killing "demons".

After a few rounds, Li Zijin gradually fell behind, but the young man was not in a hurry and rejoiced, because he was completely sure of one thing.

The guy in front of him who is not a ghost or a ghost must be Wu Gui!

Because when he used his sword several times in a row to block the attack of the ghost creature, he deliberately got very close to it, shouting its name, and each time he shouted, the ghost creature made more fierce moves.

Li Zijin can fully understand this mentality.

A person who has only done one thing in his life, except for the silk puppet, will not know anything, and when he is old, he still does not mix up his personal appearance, and he can't stay up in the winter night, and even throws the silk puppet that has accompanied him for decades into the fire to keep warm.

A night of warmth, in exchange for a lifetime of loneliness and cold.

Presumably, the artist Wu Gui was full of remorse until the end of his life, until the moment before he died.

In the cave, it was actually a girl in red who was a puppet, and she once smiled and asked herself, "Do you say he regrets it?"

Li Zijin knew that the girl must know the answer, otherwise he would not have asked him to scatter a stack of paper in front of Wu Gui's grave at the end and say that to him for her.

Unwillingness, remorse, pain. Wu Gui must have been extremely uncomfortable after pushing the silk puppet into the fire with his own hands, before that, even if he was adrift for a lifetime and had nothing, he at least still had her.

After that, however, he didn't even have her.

At that time, Wu Gui could really talk about being alone.

After experiencing such suffering, I can't let go of it until I die, can I not be resentful?

Looking at the ghost Wu Gui in front of him, who was getting more and more ferocious, and wanted to put himself to death with every move. Li Zijin had mixed feelings in his heart, and it was difficult to express it.

can only play the sword non-stop.

The little Taoist priest leaned against a tree next to him, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't expect that the sword player was not bad at swordsmanship, was he?

But then he immediately dispelled the idea of praising the sword, and he could act rashly after two moments? Do you know that those who drown know how to water?

After thinking about it, this righteous little Taoist priest felt that after this battle, he would inevitably have to teach the sword-wielding a lesson, and give him a good lecture, so that the sword-wielding wouldn't be so desperate in the future, and rushed to reincarnate. The limelight is all done for him alone, so it seems that he is very useless.

The ghost thing in front of him should actually be the strength between the three realms and the four realms, this point, Li Zijin can still feel it clearly, but the sword cultivation in the world should be regarded as a realm, so now the sword cultivator Li Zijin in the second realm can still break his wrist with Wu Gui, the ghost thing in the three realms in front of him and has not yet broken through the four realms.

It's just that in the end it is a ghost thing with great resentment, after dozens of moves, the young man finally lost the battle, one accidentally slapped the ghost in the back, rolled out a few feet away, touched a nose of ash, and rolled to the side of the little Taoist priest who was leaning under the tree, the two were really like a pair of difficult brothers.

Li Zijin twisted his neck, moved his wrist again, replaced his right-handed sword with a left-handed sword, turned his head to see that the little Taoist was still here, he asked in surprise, "Why don't you leave yet?"

The Taoist of the Zhengyi faction almost died of anger on the spot, and he was so stunned that he couldn't say a word, Lao Tzu didn't want to go? Now that he can go? Who harmed you? Yes, Dao Ye, I shouldn't have helped you, who said that the stinky cow's nose is the exclusive property of the Taoist priest on the mountain? He felt that sword cultivation in the world was the most stinky group of people, and sword cultivation was not a good thing.

The young man who didn't know that he had become the group that was killed by a stick spoke again: "Dao Chief, hurry up and run for your life, this guy is not easy to deal with." ”

"It's hard to deal with, do you still need to say it?" Xiaodao laughed angrily.

Li Zijin didn't bother to argue with him, and the ghost thing Wu Gui had already floated towards the locust tree where the two of them were resting. The little Taoist looked up and snorted twice in a row: "Fighting a ghost thing, and hiding under the locust tree, it's really fucking unlucky." ”

He lifted the peachwood sword and rolled to the right, and Li Zijin also held the emerald sword with his left hand and rolled to the left.

Where the two of them stayed just now, the locust tree was smashed by the ghost creature with a palm, and it was split into two from it.

Gotta go all out.

Li Zijin no longer shows mercy under the sword, and his left hand is his dominant hand, so the young man's left-handed sword is more fluent than the right-handed sword.

The young man held the long sword Cui Rui tightly, urging the spiritual power in the sea of knowledge, condensing on the tip of the Cui Rui sword, under the dark night, a turquoise long sword, the tip of the sword condensed a trace of golden light.

Li Zijin turned his sword qi into a sword, exerted force under his feet, and jumped forward, like an arrow, shooting out. The tip of the emerald sword opened, and the young man's whole body tilted his body, and he swept away, from left to right, opening and closing, and his edge was exposed.

After the sweep, the wrist flipped to the left, the sword body turned horizontally into vertical, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the ghost Wu Gui.

The young man handed out a sword with all his might, with a person with a sword, with a sword with a mang, and the sword had a sword bone.

This style is the "landscape empathy" that Li Zijin realized from the thirteen basic sword moves in the Wuding Mountain Bamboo Forest.

When the long sword Cui Hui stabbed the body of the ghost thing Wu Gui, it was full of light, and the sword light illuminated the entire mountain field.

Zhengyi Xiaodao was stunned as he watched from the sidelines, but he didn't expect that this sword-wielding man would hide such a hand, which made him so miserable! He almost thought that this young swordsman was not the opponent of the ghost, and he was going to smash the two teleportation charms and escape with the sword-wielding man!

The ghost thing Wu Gui fell to the ground in response, dying, and his resentment was still extremely heavy, but there was no longer the slightest threat, so he could only be slaughtered by others.

Good opportunity! Xiaodao is overjoyed, knowing that he has to take advantage of his illness to kill him, otherwise if this ghost finds a chance to escape, it will be difficult to solve the situation in the future, he quickly ran over, and slid out of his sleeve a golden talisman, this talisman is the most lethal talisman on his body, the golden light talisman, which can summon gods and impeach ghosts, subdue demons and suppress demons.

This rune has an extremely high rank, enough to kill all the demons and evil under the five realms, although the killing power is extremely high, but it is extremely difficult to hit the enemy, there is only one chance to shoot, if it misses a hit, then it can only be a waste.

That's why he had been secretly observing and waiting for an opportunity to move, it was really not that he didn't want to help the sword-wielder, but that the little Taoist was not as rash as the sword-juggling man.

He knows how to plan and then decide, if he doesn't make a move, he will definitely kill him with one blow, and completely kill the demon and evil yin!

This talisman is naturally not drawn by the little road chief, he is now only a cultivator of the three realms of qi refining, and he can't draw such a high-level talisman, this golden light talisman is a gift from a master and uncle of Longhu Mountain, the little dao chief has been practicing for more than half a year, and he has not been willing to use it, but he didn't expect to use this golden light talisman today, his heart hurts!

Just when the little dao chief was holding the golden light talisman and was about to stick it to the forehead of the ghost thing Wu Gui, the ghost thing's eyes also showed a look of fear.

Li Zijin exclaimed: "Dao Chief, don't!"

It's just that it's too late, Li Zijin can't stab the little Taoist with a sword and force him to change direction, nor does he want to watch Wu Gui disappear like this, in a hurry, he can only turn over and block the ghost Wu Gui, and use his body to block the golden light talisman that should have been attached to the ghost Wu Gui's forehead.

The golden light talisman has great lethality to demons and ghosts, but it is not painful to people, but once it is pasted on people, it will lose its original "talisman gall aura" and become a useless talisman, and there is no longer any lethality.

The little Taoist saw the sword player blocking his unique golden light talisman with his body, and he wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't even have the mood to jump to scold his mother, and said angrily: "What's wrong with you? Do you know that you have wasted a golden light talisman, and do you know how expensive a golden light talisman is?"

Li Zijin said casually: "I'll compensate you." ”

Xiao Dao Chang rolled his eyes, "Do you pay for it? Do you know how much fairy money does a golden light talisman cost? How much fairy money can a second-realm sword cultivator have? Besides, even if you have a lot of money, your uncle, what the hell are you doing stopping Dao Master and me from subduing demons and destroying demons?"

Li Zijin clenched his fist at him and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, but the Taoist chief doesn't know, this ghost has an unusual origin, I know who he was when he was alive, and I promised a friend that I would tell it a word, so at the moment, it can't die." ”

Xiao Dao Chang glanced at the ghost creature with a weak breath, and sneered: "He has long been dead, and now it is completely hanging by a resentment, and when this resentment disappears, it will naturally disappear, and it can't die yet, who do you think you are?

Li Zijin shook his head, didn't argue with the little Taoist, and said: "In any case, I beg the Taoist to give me a stick of incense, after a stick of incense, this ghost thing is at the disposal of the Taoist, and I have no objection." ”

"Hmph, whatever. Zhengyi Xiaodao snorted coldly, wrapped his arms around his chest, turned his head, and was too lazy to take care of this sword-tricker, he had never seen such a difficult person to talk to, okay, Dao Ye wants to see today, what kind of flowers can you play with this ghost thing, is it possible that there is a touching heartfelt grievance and hatred that teaches people to tears?

Li Zijin turned his head to look at Wu Gui, the ghost creature who was suppressed by himself with the Cui Yuan Sword, and he asked, "But Wu Gui?"

The ghost howled angrily.

Li Zijin said in a deep voice: "But the artist Wu Gui?!"

The ghost begins to struggle, trying to escape the young swordsman's grasp, still unwilling to admit his identity.

Li Zijin turned his head and asked the little Taoist: "Dare to ask the Taoist, is there a talisman or spell that can calm this ghost thing for three points?"

The little Taoist raised his eyebrows, glanced at the sword-wielding man, raised his chin high, and said nothing, with a look of "you beg me, you beg me, and I will tell you".

Li Zijin couldn't cry or laugh, he had never seen such a difficult person to talk to, he really deserved to be a stinky bull-nosed Taoist, and he really lived up to his reputation.

The young man could only raise his hand and clasp his fist to the little Taoist priest again: "In the next Li Zijin, the person of Daxuan, it should be regarded as a favor that I owe the Taoist chief, and I implore the Taoist chief to exert his magical powers to suppress the resentment of the ghosts and creatures for a while, and give him a moment of soberness, if the Taoist chief needs my help in the future, Li Zijin will not give up, and he will never shirk half a sentence." ”

The little Taoist turned his head, and now he felt that this sword player was not only lacking in heart, but his brain might not be very good, but he didn't embarrass him anymore, after all, it was not difficult to cast a meditation mantra, as long as it was a cultivator in Longhu Mountain, even if it was a small Taoist in a realm, he would also use this meditation mantra, which was not lethal, but it could make people calm their minds and have few desires.

Since this ghost creature was a human being, the meditation mantra might be effective.

He snorted and said with a smile: "Since you have said so, then I will reluctantly agree to you, and don't forget to return my favor in the future." ”

He emphasized the word "favor", obviously a small Taoist who often buys and sells, and never trades at a loss.

Li Zijin moved to the side and made a place for the little road chief, so that he could "show his strength".

The Taoist chief held a peachwood sword, waved it in the air, pinched the tip of his left finger, and recited a word in his mouth: "Cold for thousands of years, all things are especially quiet, the heart should be quiet, look at me alone, the heart and mind are one, the qi should follow each other, if there is more than one phase, all changes are not shocked, no ignorance, no desire, no desire, no abandonment, no self, meditation and soul, return to my true nature!"

As soon as the road was decided, the ghost thing was like an edict.

The ghost was resentful, and it was suppressed a lot, and Li Zijin was pleasantly surprised: "Amazing." ”

The corners of Xiao Daochang's mouth twitched slightly, and he put on a posture of "still use you to say?"

The young man approached and asked, "But the artist Wu Gui?"

Who would have thought that the ghost thing, which was extremely calm a moment ago, suddenly became manic again, and its resentment increased greatly, becoming more difficult to control, and even Li Zijin was about to be unable to suppress it.

Xiao Dao Chang took a step back and exclaimed, "It's about to break through!

In fact, before the long words of the Zhengyi sect were finished, the ghost Wu Gui had already broken through from the third realm to the fourth realm.

Qi refiners' cultivation to break through the realm is nothing more than absorbing the spiritual power between heaven and earth, while the breaking of the realm of yin ghosts and ghosts is to increase their cultivation by absorbing resentment.

Li Zijin repeatedly called it by its name, Wu Gui Wu Gui Wu Gui, Wu Gui, the entertainer Wu Gui. Isn't it a way to make an artist who is ashamed of his identity as an artist and feels that he has done nothing all his life, and his resentment increases?

It violently broke free of the emerald sword in the young man's hand, and with one palm on the left and right, it slapped Li Zijin and Xiaodao Chang out of the air.

Then choose to kill the noisy young sword cultivator Li Zijin first.

At the last moment.

Li Zijin closed his eyes, held the sword in his left hand, and recalled a lonely girl in red, alone in a deserted cave, day after day, year after year, waiting for someone to come and talk to him, even if it was a good mood to listen to her.

The ghost deceived and approached, and with all his strength, he slapped Li Zijin Tianlinggai with one palm.

The boy handed out a sword, and it was a lonely sword.

It's silent.

Between heaven and earth, there was a goose feather snowfall, as if he was in the small world of Zhao Changqing's heavenly snow fan.

This scene can also afford the sentence that the immortals are drunk and crush the white clouds.

Li Zijin opened his eyes.

A long river of still time appeared between Li Zijin and the ghost.

In other words, "at this moment", it is not a ghost, but an artist Wu Gui.

What appeared before the young man's eyes was a withered, skinny old man, who was in rags and looked rather miserable and emaciated.

Li Zijin knew that he had succeeded, and this kind of swordsmanship was called empathy. This is the first time that Xie Yufeng has taught empathy to young people, and he has used empathy in a real sense.

The old man named Wu Gui asked, "Where are you, and I'm not dead?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, maybe he hadn't spoken for too long, maybe he was too bad, or both.

Li Zijin didn't go to see the snowflakes in the sky, nor did he answer the old man's question, but asked knowingly, "But the artist Wu Gui?"

But the artist Wu Gui?

This is the third time that a teenager has asked like this.

And the scrawny old man, finally at this moment, his face twitched, looking extremely sad, he was unwilling to admit this identity, even if it was the only thing he could do in his life.

Li Zijin did not continue to be aggressive, he only needed to remind the sober artist Wu Gui once, it was useless to say more.

He said to the old man, "I have been asked to give you a word." ”

Wu Gui was puzzled: "What kind of person, what do you want to say?"

The teenager answered only the first question.

Li Zijin said: "A girl in red. ”

Wu Gui obviously didn't react, and looked puzzled.

The boy said, "Do you remember the crown?"

The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, revealing an extremely shocked look, he couldn't believe the words of the young man in front of him, and the still river of time around him, everything was so unbelievable, far beyond his cognition.

Li Zijin said without being shocked: "That cave, do you remember? That stormy night, was it extremely cold, you threw the silk puppet that had accompanied you for many years into the fire." ”

"Who you are and how do you know. Wu Gui retreated again and again, almost retreating into the long river of time, but out of fear of the unknown, he didn't dare to jump.

Li Zijin shook his head: "Despite this, she still asked me to tell you a word." ”

"I am fortunate to have you as a confidant in this life. ”

The old man in rags suddenly collapsed to the ground, old tears were in his eyes, and if everything that was in front of him could be a coincidence, an accident, a story that the young man had heard from somewhere, he could use these excuses to deceive himself.

Then the sentence "I am fortunate to have you as a confidant in this life" is really what he said to the silk puppet, and he only said it to her.

When he left home as a teenager and took a silk puppet for the first time to a remote county town to perform a puppet show, after a play ended, he won a lot of rewards.

At that time, Wu Gui, a young man who felt very lonely, but at least the high-spirited young man, gently picked up the silk puppet and said to her, "I am fortunate to have you as a confidant in this life."

Only once to her.

So today's old man completely believes in the young man.

He had really seen her.

The old man wiped his tears with his arm, crawled and rolled on the ground, crawled in front of the boy, and asked, "Where is she? I want to see her, I want to see her, I want to tell her that it was me who was wrong, I lost my mind, I was so wrong, I regretted it, the moment I threw her into the fire, I actually regretted it, and I immediately extinguished the flames, but when I desperately tried to find the silk puppet from the embers, I found that I could not find it anyway...... I hate, I hate myself for being impulsive, please, let me see her, I don't expect to be able to get her forgiveness, I just want to be able to say sorry to her in person. ”

Wu Gui hugged Li Zijin's leg tightly.

He's like an old dog.