Tang Xiaolan ran to the boy first, "Are you Lingfan?"

She looked at the other party's face and asked in a daze. The man replied, "Of course it's me, why didn't you know me for three days?" "But you—" she said, pointing her slender little finger to his face, looking fascinated.

"Huh?" Mo Lingfan ran to the river in confusion, bent down to look at the water, a well-defined young man, with pale red eyes, short light blue hair, and the appearance of a hermit race. "This—" He touched his face and hair, the flesh of his face seemed to be firmer and more three-dimensional, while his hair had a cold aura.

Coming back from this change, he turned to look at Tang Xiaolan, at this time there were also four eyes watching him, Tang Lao Yi frowned, stepped forward and grabbed Mo Lingfan's wrist, the spiritual power traveled in his arm, the old artist closed his eyes, sometimes his brows moved slightly, sometimes his eyebrows stretched, and everyone was nervous for a while.

After a long time, the old artist opened his eyes and said, "There is no big deal." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Mo Lingfan's appearance, they were all a little handsome, "But" he said again, and everyone gathered their eyes again, "Old Donald, can you tell me the truth!" Brother Yang said anxiously.

"Not only is my body fine, but my meridians and bones have changed a little, as if they have matured, and I'm not sure if it's a blessing or a curse. He continued.

"If that's the case, that's a good thing. Baiyang said.

"Let's go back and talk about it! I'll take a closer look when I go back. After speaking, he pulled Mo Lingfan back and didn't even greet his granddaughter.

The old man looked at Mo Lingfan, and a sense of apology was condensed on his face, the grandson of the deceased was ashamed of not taking good care of him. Thinking in his heart, holding Mo Lingfan's hand tightened.

A few people set foot on the way back to the village, but those who left earlier had also found their target at this time, "This person has been caught in the evil arts, and we will take it away from the Sword Rim Gate." The heroic man at the head spoke, and he showed no mercy, signaling a few juniors to come forward and threaten.

"No, you can't take my husband. I will not let you take him away. A woman stood in front of them, and on the bed lay a man in his forties, "I will die in front of you if you go forward, anyway, my husband is crazy, and I will not live." ”

Her tough attitude still didn't shake the disciples, but it also made them have no way to get closer, and the woman who had been standing aside spoke, "The master said that it will take three days to complete the task, and we may have to overtime, senior brother." The voice was provocative.

"Do you all treat the people like this, aren't you afraid of disgrace on your master?" An indifferent voice sounded, Baixia!

She jumped in front of the woman, blocking her behind, facing the disciples, shaking her hand, a barrier magic circle, knocking back the eager disciples, "You!" they said unhappily.

"As a disciple of the Sword Margin Sect, don't you know how to use a sword?" said the man at the head of the sect grimly.

The disciples seemed to understand, and they stretched out their hands to draw their swords, "As a disciple of the Sword Edge Sect, do you use your sword against the common people?" A strong and old voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who?" said the man in surprise. The woman before secretly waved to the man on her lap, and no one could afford to mess with her!

The person who came was the old artist Tang and his party, they heard the quarrel at the door, and rushed to the house at the pace, the old artist looked around, these people were those who passed by the Lechuan River in the morning, after he entered the door, he took everyone to Baixia's side, and asked lightly: "Are you a disciple of the Jianyuan Gate, or are you pretending?"

"You!" The man saw the other party asking like this, and was about to have a seizure, but the woman stretched out her hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "Master, look at what you said, of course we are disciples of the Sword Yuan Sect, then someone will dare to pretend to be a member of my Sword Yuan Sect, and outsiders will have to behave even if they see the disciples of my sect." "She deliberately put the rules very seriously.

"If it's not pretending, the Sword Edge Gate is getting more and more down. He looked melancholy, even a bit like a joke, and asked unhurriedly: "Who are you from?"

The woman seemed to understand, and said in surprise: "Are you an elder?" The man next to him also said: "Elder?" "The elders of the Sword Margin Gate have people who are outside, and there are those who have retired after success, and they have the sword skills of the Sword Margin Gate, and they are destined to teach them from people in the world, and they have..."

"What?" he said hurriedly, "he has the right to supervise the swordsmen of the Sword Edge Sect." The old artist took it for her and said, and asked very indifferently: "Now I can tell you who the teacher is!" After speaking, the breath was released, the spiritual power filled the room, and the people who pressed towards the sword edge gate pointed to them, and their faces became painful one by one.

The other men were struggling to support, but the woman couldn't hold on, sweat wet her clothes, she knew that this could only be more embarrassing, in front of such a senior, she had to follow the rules.

"Senior, our master is Qin Chongliang! We came to carry out the mission on his orders, and what happened before was our fault!" After she finished speaking, the old artist stopped, and the pressure disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened just now.

Seeing that there was no pressure, the woman moved her shoulders and said: "Thank you seniors for your mercy, we apologize for the previous incident, we are on a mission for the first time, so there are some offends, I hope you will forgive me!"

The old artist looked at her a lot at this time, and the aura on his body was a good seedling, coupled with his articulation and wit, Old Man Qin got a good apprentice!

said such words in an indifferent tone, and the two children on the side didn't hold back, and the two laughed out loud. quickly tensed again, and the old artist did not blame in his eyes, but was more gentle, and touched the heads of the two little guys.

The woman hurriedly said, "My brothers and sisters are amused by your old words, how can we come to rob them." Longxing, come on" She pulled the man next to her, the man known as Longxing was also much more clever at this time, and immediately said respectfully: "Senior, please forgive me for offending before, Shizun said that there is evil art breeding in Lechuan Village, let us solve this matter." After speaking, he hugged his fists and saluted.

Donald Lao Artist waved his hand, turned to look at the man on the bed, and the woman saw that he turned her eyes to the patient, and stepped forward to introduce: "This villager has been hit by the art of Lethe River in the water of Lethe River, forgetting his relatives, forgetting his companions, and only having madness in his head, he will instinctively spread this effect of Lethe River, absorb the memories of others, and infect more patients." ”

After listening to her introduction, the old artist who felt the pulse looked at her and asked, "What's your name?" The woman smiled after hearing it: "Senior, I am Liu Qianyu." ”

Donald Artist stood up and said, "The situation is what he said, but people." I still can't let you take it away. ”

"Why?" Liu Qianyu was puzzled, and Long Xing also said: "If you stay in the village all the time, you can't treat it, and in the end you can only let him harm other villagers." "He must be taken away to make this place safe, do the seniors want to let the scourge stay here and continue to harm people?"

"Hmph, even if you take him away, can Jianyuanmen save him?" said the old artist coldly.

At this time, Liu Qianyu was neither humble nor arrogant and said: "Regardless of whether it can be saved or not, after all, there are many spiritual cultivators in the Sword Yuan Gate, and the possibility of saving it is extremely high, and the spiritual energy of the Sword Yuan Gate is strong, which is more suitable for recuperation, if the predecessors rely on their own spiritual power to maintain him, wouldn't it be very troublesome." And this aunt will not ignore the lives of the whole village, she has to leave her husband who has fallen into the devil!"

Donald was speechless for a while, but said again, "You are very good!" The woman saw the eyes of the villagers outside, and slowly moved the hand that was placed on her husband's body.

Seeing this, she glanced at the other disciples and asked them to step forward to get people, just as they approached, Old Tang Artist stood in the middle for a moment, the atmosphere became delicate, Liu Qianyu was about to open his mouth to say something, but a voice came from behind him, "Let them take him away, Head Tang, I thank you for helping me so much, but I can only do what they said, I can't trouble you and the villagers anymore." ”

After hearing this, Donald Artist looked unwilling, but turned sideways and let the disciples pass. Under the gaze of the whole room, they helped the man up, and Mo Lingfan, who had been watching all this, saw at this time that this man was like the villager who was stunned by the blood-marked soul in his previous impression, and there was a faint but blackish red mark on his forehead, and a dead air surrounded his head.

"The person of the Middle Lechuan Soul Breaking Technique, Linghai died first, and his voice was lifeless" Liu Qianyu saw him staring at the black qi on the side, and actually explained to him.

The woman sobbed sadly, Baixia comforted him, and saw that the disciple of the Jianyuan Sect was about to take away her husband, and the old artist Tang also sighed, "People hate themselves and do nothing!"