Just in the south of Wulong Mountain, there is a dilapidated temple in disrepair, few people visit on weekdays, after all, this temple is located on the top of the mountain, even the passers-by will not pass from the top of the mountain, mostly from the mountainside position of the mountain road passes, plus the statue in the temple is broken, so over time, no one knows which god is enshrined in the temple.

People who are away all the year round have an unwritten rule that they would rather sleep in a cemetery than live in a broken temple.

Although the cemetery is eerie, there are descendants who sacrifice every year, just like people who follow the rules, it is reasonable, and generally speaking, nothing will happen. But the broken temple is different, now it is gradually showing the chaotic weather, the demons are numerous, coupled with the continuous war, the life is ruined, so that the ghost road is prosperous, especially such a temple that has been in disrepair for a long time and has no incense to worship, it is very easy to hide dirt and dirt, and the magpie's nest is occupied by the dove of the demon and evil spirit, if you break into it rashly, it is likely to be coveted by the monsters who have cultivated into the essence of flesh and blood, or by the ghosts to absorb yang energy.

There is no shortage of such stories in the romance of the novel, the scholar went to Beijing to catch the exam, had no money to go to the guest house, and could only stay in the ancient temple at night. Since then, the scholar has indulged in this, happy every night, but the body and spirit have also withered, and in the end, the whole person is insensitive, three souls lose two souls, seven souls are less than four souls, muddy, trance, the whole body is paralyzed, can not move a bit, even if it is lucky to be found and rescued, it has been decayed, the body is decayed, and it can not live for a few days.

However, the old dart head Luo Yixiao is not afraid of these, as a dignified innate realm martial artist, the long knife on his waist can not only kill, but also kill demons, even if because of old age, the blood is getting weaker, that is compared to the same realm martial arts, compared to ordinary people, the old man's blood is still extremely vigorous, for ghosts, like raging fire, can not get close to the body at all, let alone absorb yang energy, there is nothing to be afraid of.

At this time, this broken temple has been covered by a formation, and you can't see the situation inside at all, and you can only be confused if you walk into the broken temple in person.

In today's ruined temple, in addition to Luo Yixiao and his righteous son Luo Zhen, there is also a middle-aged woman holding a sword in her arms, and a young woman behind her - although her appearance is delicate and moving, she has never carried a blade, which makes Luo Yixiao feel a little relieved.

Luo Yixiao glanced at the righteous son beside him, saw him nod lightly, and knew that the person in front of him was going to shoot a "Blood Dragon Pill", so he hugged his fists and arched his hand: "Old rotten Luo Yixiao, the head of Wancheng Dart Bureau, Mengjiang Jianghu friends raised his love, and gave him the nickname of 'Yama Luo Knife', which is polite." ”

The upper body of the woman holding the sword leaned forward slightly, which was considered a return of the courtesy.

The woman's face was cold, and at first glance she was not smiling, and the old dart head didn't care, and said straight to the point: "I heard that Your Excellency intends to sell a 'Blood Dragon Pill', and the old man intends to take over, but I don't know the price?"

The woman holding the sword finally spoke: "Luo Lao should know that the preciousness of a 'Blood Dragon Pill' lies in its price, and those who have a 'Blood Dragon Pill' often do not lack money. Such valuable things will never be sold until they are exhausted, or if they are in urgent need of a large sum of money. ”

Luo Yixiao was not surprised by this reply, because this is the truth, otherwise with the net worth he has accumulated over the past few decades, it is impossible not to buy a "Blood Dragon Pill", the key is that it has a price and no market, even if someone makes a move, it is mostly barter, if this person opens his mouth, it will be a lot of silver, but he will be suspicious in his heart.

After Luo Yixiao pretended to groan, he asked, "I don't know what Your Excellency needs?"

The woman holding the sword said softly: "The concubine body needs a promise from Luo Lao's dart head. ”

"Promise?" Luo Yixiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Although the old decay is afraid that there is no hope of setting foot in the realm of returning to the truth in this life, but a body of cultivation is still worth some money, if you are willing to cut this 'blood dragon pill' love, the old decay will definitely have something in return, if there is an urgent matter to entrust, as long as the message is passed on to the old decay, even if the decay is in the south and north of the world, he will immediately come and go to the soup to fight the fire, and he will not give up!"

As he spoke, the old man threw out a token made of dark iron, with the old man's name and surname engraved on it, which was considered a token.

"Go to the soup and go to the fire?" The woman holding the sword reached out to catch this piece of Lingxuantie token, shook her head and said: "The concubine doesn't want Luo Lao Dart to go to the soup and fire, as long as Luo Lao Dart doesn't return to the Long Mansion in the next few days." ”

The smile on Luo Yixiao's face suddenly froze.

He is not a chick who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, for the old rivers and lakes, some words do not need to be said too thoroughly, just a little bit, you can understand it.

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is going to be unfavorable to the Long Clan?"

The woman didn't speak, her face was calm and calm, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The old man said gloomily: "In the eyes of Your Excellency, the old man is a person who can betray his friends for his own selfishness?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know what kind of person Luo Lao Dart is, I'm just trying, it's best not to make extraneous branches." ”

Luo Yixiao seemed to hear a big joke, stretched out his hand and pressed the single knife on his waist, looked directly at the woman, and said: "What if the old man doesn't agree? Are you going to kill the old man? But if you want to kill the old man, I'm afraid it's not a simple thing, no matter how bad the old man is, he is also a martial artist of the innate realm, and it is not so easy to handle." ”

The woman holding the sword said calmly: "The biggest difference between a martial artist and a monk is that a monk is old and close to a demon, and the older he gets, the more he learns the law, the more unfathomable it becomes. Martial arts is the opposite, after the peak of life, the qi and blood in the body are like the water of the ebb tide, fading day by day, unless you set foot in the realm of returning to the truth, you can not leak the body, and no longer lose qi and blood, but as Luo Lao Dart Tou said, you have no hope of returning to the realm of truth in this life. ”

Luo Yixiao said hesitantly: "This is true, the so-called fist is afraid of being young and strong, the old decay is already in the old age, and the loss of qi and blood in the body is serious, but do you know the 'Great Yuan Dan' of Jing Zen Buddhism? If the old man has already taken a 'Great Yuan Pill', what realm should it be at this time?"

The woman holding the sword said flatly: "The location of the peak of the Innate Realm is only one step away from the True Realm. ”

Luo Yixiao's face changed slightly.

The woman holding the sword, whose face had never changed in the slightest, said slowly: "The word blood and qi, blood in front, qi in the back, Jing Zen Buddhism's 'Dayuan Dan' is a good medicine for qi, if there is no 'Blood Dragon Pill', after all, it is just rootless duckweed." ”

Luo Yixiao said softly: "The old man naturally understands this, so he will do everything possible to find a 'Blood Dragon Pill'. ”

The woman holding the sword handed the sword in her arms to the woman behind her, took out a brocade box from her sleeve, and after opening the brocade box, the broken temple suddenly smelled strange.

Luo Yixiao's eyes widened, staring at the blood red pill in the brocade box, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Sure enough, it was the "Blood Dragon Pill" he had dreamed of!

The woman asked indifferently, "Do you want it?" I can give you another chance. ”

Luo Yixiao pulled out his gaze from the pill and said slowly, "You can't help but underestimate me Luo Yixiao." ”

The woman nodded, put away the "Blood Dragon Pill", and the young woman behind her held the sheathed long sword in both hands and handed the hilt to her side.

Luo Yixiao sneered, pulled out the knife from the sheath, and his innate realm qi was full of energy, and his momentum was terrifying.

The woman reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword and said softly, "Then you can only die." ”

The woman did not speak in a hurry, nor did she draw her sword, the long sword was unsheathed inch by inch, as clear as a touch of moonlight, and the whole person seemed to be walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, it came to Luo Yixiao's face.

Luo Yixiao didn't dare to be careless, held his breath and concentrated, and used his lifelong cultivation to slash out his pinnacle.

Swords collide.

The sword qi is already majestic, but the sword qi is even better.

Here and now, the sword is one foot high, and the sword is one foot high.

Luo Yixiao, who was holding a knife in both hands, had his cuffs shattered, his long hair was scattered and fluttering wildly, and his feet kept sliding backwards.

Just at the last moment, Luo Zhen, who had been standing behind Luo Yixiao, suddenly pulled out his knife, and then stabbed Luo Yixiao in the back of the heart.

In normal times, he wouldn't be able to hurt Luo Yixiao in the slightest, but at this moment, all of Luo Yixiao's mind and qi were placed on the sword in front of him, and his heart was wide open, but he didn't have the slightest defense.

The sword is broken.

Luo Yixiao turned his head to look at his name, his eyes showing disbelief and horror and anger.

It's just that before his word "rebel" can be spoken, the woman has already swept over with a sword and cut off his head.

Blood splattered Luo Zhen's face.

Luo Zhen, whose face was covered with blood, slowly drew his knife, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

The woman is the maiden Zong Qinghui Ji, and the long sword in her hand is called "Moon Brake", but it kills people without blood.

After she put the "moon brake" into the sheath held by the young woman behind her, she ordered: "On the order of the young lady, Qionghua will be married to you, and you will be allowed to join the Lady Sect." ”

The young woman holding the sword for Qing Huiji looked shy.

Luo Zhen, who had been peeking at the young woman, was overjoyed and knelt down on one knee, "Miss Xie." ”