"Daoyou brought so many people over this time, is it planning to send blood food to the monsters in this Lanruo Temple?"

Yan Chixia's eyes were firmly fixed on the robe on Chen Fusheng's body, and her fingers were already pressed on the hilt of the sword, as if as long as Chen Fusheng didn't give a reasonable explanation, she would have a fight with Chen Fusheng on the spot.

Although Yan Chixia was tired of the decay of officialdom and the darkness of human nature, and didn't want to put her mind on these meaningless things, she chose to live in seclusion in Lanruo Temple, and even this thousand-year-old tree demon drove the ghost spirit of the royal girl to assassinate the past man for her to absorb yang energy essence to assist in cultivation, which looked extremely ruthless, but in fact, her face was cold and her heart was hot.

The reason why he didn't save him when he saw death was mainly because in his opinion, these characters who were addicted to beauty, fame and fortune each had a way to die and were not worthy of sympathy.

But when he met a kind-hearted person like Ning Caichen, even though he knew that the Tree Demon and the Black Mountain Old Demon were both thousand-year-old cultivators, and their strength was still above him, he still made a brazen move.

Now I see that Chen Fusheng deliberately led these people into danger. Naturally, I couldn't help but ask more.

Yan Chixia is strong in martial arts, good at Taoism, and I don't know how many battles and killings he has experienced, so although the five people of Tiebi have different skills, they are not much in his eyes, but he can't see Chen Fusheng thoroughly, but he just feels that Chen Fusheng is unfathomable, but judging from the robe on Chen Fusheng's body, he knows that Chen Fusheng must also be a cultivator, and he has some understanding of ghosts and monsters, and it is impossible not to see the vision of Lanruo Temple's strong demonic aura and yin qi convergence.

Even so, Chen Fusheng still wants to bring this group of people who have no power to fight back in front of the ghosts here, and his intentions are very worth considering.

Chen Fusheng did not immediately respond to Yan Chixia's question, but used Kunpeng's eyes and patiently watched the changes in his luck.

I saw that in the void, there were bursts of qi luck rippling into waves, and dozens of crystal silk threads were rooted in the souls of the thirty yacha and Ye Tangli and other six or seven trialists who accompanied him, and injected into it with a trace of breath, and the shape of the snake python that was originally vague and uncertain quickly condensed a little.

It's just that the natal luck that these yacha have placed on them is slightly gray in white, revealing a bit of wildness that seems to be with the whole world, plus these people didn't have much intersection with him before, and now they are just afraid of the high strength and rich gold and silver temptation he revealed, plus the natural suppression of his current manifestation of luck on the command of the imperial people, the foundation is unstable, and he is not really convinced.

Chen Fusheng shook his head, although there are no masters like Yan Chixia and Xiahou among the yacha, they are all strong men, and they are also skilled in martial arts and then combined with the same number of trialists, it stands to reason that the blood is strong and masculine, and those ordinary little ghosts who cultivate cannot get close at all, but the current situation is a little different, Lanruo Temple is still a picture of a deep demonic and gloomy appearance, even in broad daylight, it gives ordinary people a sense of fear and fear. Except for strong people like Xiahou and Yan Chixia, they can't even support themselves.

"Although these people are not very useful, this humane method of gathering qi is interesting, and it seems to have the power to corroborate some methods in Shinto and the Demon Cult. ”

As soon as the divine thought touched slightly, Chen Fusheng understood most of it, and temporarily suppressed the intention he wanted to try, and motioned to Tie Bi and the others to take the yacha and these trialists to settle down in Lanruo Temple first, and at the same time quietly released a point of sword qi and pressed down on Yan Chixia on the opposite side.

"Daoist Yan, this matter is a long story, why don't you and I find a secluded place and let me explain it to you. ”

At the same time, he turned his head to look at Xiahou Swordsman, who looked indifferent and held his sword in his chest, and said, "If Brother Xiahou is interested, why don't you come over and listen to it together, with Brother Xiahou's swordsmanship, maybe you can help at that time." ”

The three of them all have amazing artistic careers, and they don't go through the gate of ruined wealth, and a few mentions disappear from everyone's eyes and disappear in the high walls and deep courtyards.

"Bearded, you're back. These two are ......"

Xiahou Swordsman is still slightly inferior to Yan Chixia, who has dual cultivation of law and martial arts, in terms of light skills, not to mention Chen Fusheng. As soon as he stopped, a person rushed out of the room in surprise after hearing the sound, and then stopped abruptly.

"Why haven't you gone back yet, didn't I tell you so many times that it's not safe here?"

Looking at this young man dressed as a scholar in shabby clothes, Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows, and there was a hint of expulsion in her tone. The man's gaze turned around Chen Fusheng and the others, and finally fixed on Xia Hou, unconsciously moving his steps and leaning towards Yan Chixia.

"You, you, why are you here?"

"What, do you know Brother Xiahou?" Yan Chixia was stunned, obviously she didn't expect such a change between the two.

"It turned out to be you, a little ghost, if I knew that you were here to find Yan Chixia, why did you bother me so much?"

Xia Hou was also stunned for a moment, and then said casually as if explaining: "I happened to meet this kid when I was sheltering from the rain on the road, but I didn't expect to meet this kid again in this Lanruo Temple, and it was really fate!"

However, just looking at the young man's convulsive body, he knew that the other party obviously didn't want to get involved in this fate.

"This Ning Caichen is somewhat similar to that temperament. Recalling the memories of those years, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but think in his heart.

However, the person in my memory, Ya is good at Danqing, has both god and shape, and has a smart and lively temperament, not the current handsome face but not much talent, but some old-fashioned and pedantic down-and-out scholars can compare.

"Huh?!"

Chen Fusheng's mind swept over, and as soon as his heart moved, an object flew out of the air in a bookcase placed in the room and fell into Chen Fusheng's palm.

It is a painting scroll with slightly yellowed paper, which looks like it has gone through more than ten years, the painting scroll was opened by Chen Fusheng, and the picture emerged, it was a white-clothed girl who was caressing the piano in the water, with her eyebrows not spreading, and the woman's resentment loomed.

"Your name is Ning Caichen, there's nothing wrong, right?" Looking at it with two eyes, the young man who saw that this important thing suddenly fell into Chen Fusheng's hands and couldn't help but pounce over and take it back, as if he had a huge force of ten thousand catties, and he couldn't move anymore, and his two hands reached forward, which was indescribably funny.

"What does this mean, Daoyou?" Yan Chixia's expression changed, the long sword in her hand communicated with her heart, let out a soft sound, trembled out of the sheath, and pointed at Chen Fusheng and said: "My little brother has no grievances with Your Excellency, as a cultivator, why did you take action against him regardless of your identity?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there are some causes and effects to make a break with him, Yan Daoyou, Miss Xiaoqian, and a few of you. Chen Fusheng waved his hand casually, and said in a light tone: "Fellow Daoist only needs to know that my trip is to destroy the tree demon who is entrenched in Lanruo Temple, and you and I are not enemies." ”

"You, how do you know this?!"

The long sword in his hand froze, and the meaning contained in Chen Fusheng's words was too complicated, even Yan Chixia couldn't understand it all, but Chen Fusheng didn't continue to explain to him, with a pen in his hand, he closed his eyes and thought about his every move, and then opened his eyes and waved it.

"Ten miles of Pinghu frost sky, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful year, the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck not the immortal. ”

At that time, Ning Caichen squandered his paintings, exhausted his talents, and successfully made a picture of the female ghost's divine will with the help of the Buddha's light, spirituality, demonic energy, and the right time and place in Lanruo Temple, and then Chen Fusheng made a poem, put the finishing touch, and successfully enlightened the spirit, making the picture scroll become the parasitic body of the female ghost Xiaoqian.

At present, the essence of this painting is naturally far inferior to the one of those days, but Chen Fusheng's realm at that time was only an induction level, and his cultivation was almost different from heaven and earth now, plus at that time, in order to hide his identity, he did not use mana at all, which was very different from now.

Almost as soon as Chen Fusheng stopped writing, Yan Chixia could see this originally ordinary picture scroll, the dark yellow on the paper faded like water, returning to clean and bright, the material was more delicate and compact than before, showing a lot of extraordinary, and then there was a layer of moist spiritual light on it.

Where he couldn't see, on top of an embroidery building, the woman who originally lowered her head and stroked the piano suddenly felt something, looked up at the dark sky, and unconsciously transported the yin force in her body, and the strings broke one by one, scattered and could not make a sound.

Immediately followed by a red rope breaking through the air, like a spiritual snake, it was firmly wrapped around the other party without waiting for the woman to react, and then an illusory ripple flashed, wanting to drag the woman into the inexplicable void.

"Grandma?!"

The woman's beautiful face quickly turned pale, and this feeling couldn't help but remind her of the ban on her grandmother who controlled her bones from entering her soul.

"That's not right!"

The woman shook her head quickly, and she could feel that just as she was about to be dragged out of the space under her grandmother's cloth by this force, another force suddenly surged from the depths of her body, like a tangled tree root, trying to pull herself back.

You come and go, this feeling of being pulled by two people is too painful, the woman's consciousness is blurred for a while, and she suddenly heard a thunderous sound in her ears, "Break it for me!"

"Xiao Qian has seen all the immortals, thank you for the kindness of the immortals. ”

Although Xiahou swordsmen are strong in martial arts, they can't tell what Chen Fusheng is doing if they don't know how to do spells, as for Ning Caichen, he is even more mortal, they just feel that this painting seems to suddenly have a life of its own, and it has become extremely vivid, far less than Yan Chixia's Qi cultivation and spiritual sense with the help of cultivation.

Therefore, when they saw a faint black gas floating out of the painting, condensing into a human figure in the air, and then completely turning into the image of a woman in white, they were like being struck by lightning, their eyes widened, and their faces were full of incredulity.

Seeing that Chen Fusheng pointed his hand, the picture that had been empty was withdrawn into her palm, and the woman in white held back the horror in her heart and the soul body that had not yet stabilized, quickly sorted out her clothes and expression, and bowed to her with indescribable nervousness.

Although she had only just put on her body, the woman in white knew that this newly acquired strange body, in addition to sustenance of the Yin Soul, when she cultivated to a certain point, she could not avoid the sunlight in the sky, and she no longer had to hide like before.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and seriously speaking, the same is true of the Lanruo Temple, which is inhabited, so since he was buried here, his soul has been manipulated, and even the woman in white is not sure how many years he has not been exposed to the sun.

This alone was enough for her to detect the corner of Chen Fusheng's strength, which was something that even Grandma and the legendary old demon of Montenegro could not do.

It's just the same as before, although the other party cut off her forbidden relationship with the tree demon, but in the same way, she also fell into Chen Fusheng's hands, and she was still not free, so she couldn't help but complain and fear Chen Fusheng a little more.

"Let me ask you, is there a tree demon in this Lanruo Temple?" glanced at the female ghost called Nie Xiaoqian, the other party's new life this time was made with the help of his mana, and the thoughts in his heart naturally couldn't be hidden from Chen Fusheng, but he didn't care much about these, only after seeing the female ghost nodding again and again, he smiled with satisfaction, and said: "In this case, you will tell her the details one by one, if there is a lie, I will spare you." ”

Seeing that Chen Fusheng pointed his hand, the picture that had been empty was withdrawn into her palm, and the woman in white held back the horror in her heart and the soul body that had not yet stabilized, quickly sorted out her clothes and expression, and bowed to her with indescribable nervousness.

Although she had only just put on her body, the woman in white knew that this newly acquired strange body, in addition to sustenance of the Yin Soul, when she cultivated to a certain point, she could not avoid the sunlight in the sky, and she no longer had to hide like before.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and seriously speaking, the same is true of the Lanruo Temple, which is inhabited, so since he was buried here, his soul has been manipulated, and even the woman in white is not sure how many years he has not been exposed to the sun.

This alone was enough for her to detect the corner of Chen Fusheng's strength, which was something that even Grandma and the legendary old demon of Montenegro could not do.

It's just the same as before, although the other party cut off her forbidden relationship with the tree demon, but in the same way, she also fell into Chen Fusheng's hands, and she was still not free, so she couldn't help but complain and fear Chen Fusheng a little more.

"Let me ask you, is there a tree demon in this Lanruo Temple?" glanced at the female ghost called Nie Xiaoqian, the other party's new life this time was made with the help of his mana, and the thoughts in his heart naturally couldn't be hidden from Chen Fusheng, but he didn't care much about these, only after seeing the female ghost nodding again and again, he smiled with satisfaction, and said: "In this case, you will tell her the details one by one, if there is a lie, I will spare you." ”

Seeing that Chen Fusheng pointed his hand, the picture that had been empty was withdrawn into her palm, and the woman in white held back the horror in her heart and the soul body that had not yet stabilized, quickly sorted out her clothes and expression, and bowed to her with indescribable nervousness.

Although she had only just put on her body, the woman in white knew that this newly acquired strange body, in addition to sustenance of the Yin Soul, when she cultivated to a certain point, she could not avoid the sunlight in the sky, and she no longer had to hide like before.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and seriously speaking, the same is true of the Lanruo Temple, which is inhabited, so since he was buried here, his soul has been manipulated, and even the woman in white is not sure how many years he has not been exposed to the sun.

Seeing that Chen Fusheng pointed his hand, the picture that had been empty was withdrawn into her palm, and the woman in white held back the horror in her heart and the soul body that had not yet stabilized, quickly sorted out her clothes and expression, and bowed to her with indescribable nervousness.

Although she had only just put on her body, the woman in white knew that this newly acquired strange body, in addition to sustenance of the Yin Soul, when she cultivated to a certain point, she could not avoid the sunlight in the sky, and she no longer had to hide like before.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and seriously speaking, the same is true of the Lanruo Temple, which is inhabited, so since he was buried here, his soul has been manipulated, and even the woman in white is not sure how many years he has not been exposed to the sun.