Hearing this, Wen Jian was stunned for a moment. He was about to speak, but he saw a black shadow cast under the moon and fell on the man's shoulder, and the man shouted: "Master, why are you teasing people again? The wicked man who harmed the lives of the boys for no reason will really be found by me, and at this time he is in a nunnery and is making love with two handsome nuns. ”

Lao Dao laughed and scolded: "Isn't it because I'm annoyed waiting for your news? You flat-haired crow can't do anything, so if you expose my tricks at this time, won't Lao Dao apologize to the little red robe?

Wen Shu listened to the interesting answer between the Taoist and the crow, so he motioned for the Qingcheng Sword Sect to stand still and wait, and he urged forward to talk: "What did the old Taoist say, just look at your age, how could I ask you to apologize for a stubborn word?"

"You're a good doll. The Taoist bowed, "I saw that you were able to lead a group of people into the city wall at a young age, and your mana is extraordinary. The old way is to enter the martial arts of the Taoist non-factional loose cultivation, the life of the favorite to fight with people, but it is a skill itch, this is just to find a way to play with you. Now that the crow has broken it, it makes you see the joke. ”

After getting some insights from the Styx Ancestor in the cultivation of qi refining, Wen Copying could sense that the qi refining cultivation of the person in front of him was only in the innate realm, and now when he heard what the Taoist said, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: "My body of qi refining and cultivation is too flattering, although I have jumped to the realm of Aiki, but I have fallen behind a lot of homework that I have never done, and I can't send and receive mana freely, and I don't have a lot of importance to do it with people; He thought again, "This person is a martial artist, and his skills must be solid, and he will have to wait until tomorrow at dawn to find the carriage and horses. ”

With a plan in his heart, Wen Jian said to the Taoist: "The younger generation can only be able to transform a body of vitality into mana with the help of the teacher, how can you break through the many barriers step by step and reach the previous realm!"

"Did you just transform your vitality into mana?" the Daoist muttered to himself, shaking his head and saying, "Old Dao knows that he entered the legendary innate realm a few years ago, but he doesn't know what other realms are behind him. I just saw that you were the only one who used your mana, but I didn't know whether it was higher or lower than me. Now that I think about it, the old Taoist has lived for decades, but he is slightly stronger than you in this Qi refining cultivation. Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed, "I used to bump into people in the immortal stream who were successful in refining qi, but they all thought that I was a wild man with no sect and no sect, and my skills could not enter their eyes. ”

The crow was psychic, and after listening to the words of the Taoist, he first flapped his wings and flew to the sky to lead the way.

Wen Zhao turned around and instructed the disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect who was standing silently: "You go to find a place to settle down, and tomorrow you have found the carriage and horses, and then you will go to the south gate at noon and set off with me." ”

Seeing that the Qingcheng Sword Sect and everyone went away, Wen Jiao turned to look at the Taoist, and the Taoist said: "Legend has it that the Daomen Sect has the method of the road imperial sword, and the tea can travel thousands of miles, I don't know if you have seen it?"

The text copied and said: "I have heard the master talk about that method, but I have never seen it with my own eyes, but I have seen many people who rely on all kinds of magic weapons and spells to hurry. ”

Caressing the sword on his waist, the Taoist smiled bitterly: "I have been in the martial arts all my life, and I am proud of my fists and feet. Later, when the qi refining cultivation reached the innate realm, he remembered the skill of flying the sword, so he wore another sword on his body, pondering day and night, hoping to realize this magical power. Later, Fei was able to fly, but the mana was consumed too much, and there was no strength left to catch up with the journey of one hundred and ten miles, which was far from the legendary immortal magic method. ”

Wen copied that the ancestor of the Styx River passed on the method of Taiyuan Sword Qi, and he knew the art of sword flying, but he didn't have much friendship with this person, but he didn't want to be a good person and passed on his own spells, so he no longer said anything related to this practice, but instead provoked the conversation and asked: "Listening to the meaning of the Taoist chief's song, it seems that someone has offended the Taoist chief, and someone has harmed the life of your boy for no reason?" Can you tell me?"

The Taoist said proudly: "Although my ability cannot enter the eyes of the immortal family, it is also the result of hard practice, and I am really unwilling to bring it into the loess, so I found more than a dozen children who are suitable for practicing martial arts to adopt, hoping to have a inheritance in the future." Speaking of this, his face turned blue, and he paused and said: "A few days ago, I went to the mountains to collect qi, but when I returned home, I found that all their heads had been removed, and the corpses lying in blood were not miserable!" He pointed to the crow flying in the sky, "The one who made the poison was also a master, and he left no traces." If it weren't for the ability of this psychic crow raised by the old Taoist to smell the limelight and catch the breath, I wouldn't have been able to chase all the way from Lingzhou Mansion to this Qinghe City. ”

After a few breaths, the Taoist said hatefully: "In addition to being obsessed with martial arts, I have no other distracting desires in my life, and I have never offended anyone, but I don't know why that person wants to make such a cruel move to my boy? Xuan also instructed Wen Copy: "Your qi refining cultivation is not as good as mine, and you are still young, just watch the excitement." If you see that I am against that man, do not make a move, and run away while I entangle him. ”

Hearing this, Wen Jian was also grateful, and responded: "When I went out, the master taught me how to save my life, and I thought that the wicked man would not be able to harm my life; ”

The Taoist thought that there were many wonderful methods in the immortal stream, and he couldn't guess the mystery in it, so he put his heart down. The two chatted casually for a few more words, and after a while, they saw that the old crow landed on the wall of a nunnery, and Wen Jian immediately jumped directly into the courtyard.

"Who are you two, and why did you climb over the wall to my Buddhist disciple's retreat?"

The text and the Taoist did not hide their traces, but they were discovered by a bhikshuni as soon as they entered the inner room. At a stone table in the middle of the courtyard, two beautiful nuns were drinking with a man dressed as a brocade man.

"Dao Chief," Wen Ji said to the three people who were sitting at the stone table, ignoring the bhikshuni's question, "Your old crow is really spiritual, and it doesn't seem to be true at all that the wicked man was flirting with two handsome nuns. ”

"The crow's nose is more like a dog's, and it says that the man is the murderer of my boy, and that is no different. As he spoke, he laughed when he heard the old crow quack on the wall, and then turned to the man sitting on the stone pier at the table and asked, "Do you know who the old man is?"

The man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Zhao and the Taoist, pursed his lips with disdain, and said, "I think I came here to avenge the Taoist boy who was killed by me in the Jingping Temple of the Lingzhou Mansion." If you find the door, you will not escape death, and it is superfluous for me to ask your name. ”

The bhikshuni who was the first to ask also retreated to the table, hid behind the two beautiful nuns, and said, "What kind of skills do you rely on to dare to come here to make trouble? Don't you know that our Nagarjuna Nunnery is a branch of the Wutai Sword Sect?"

Wen Dian had all been taught by the Styx Ancestor, and when he heard the words, he knew that these five sword sects were also one of the sects of qi refining and cultivating immortals. Seeing that the Daoist frowned suspiciously, obviously not knowing the roots of this sect, he explained: "The Wutai Sword Sect is the gateway of the immortal stream, and there are many branches in the mortal world. After a pause, he added: "The three nuns in front of me are still cultivating in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow, and their vitality has not been turned into mana. At this point, he stopped talking, and left the old man to do his own thing.

"Wutai Sword Sect?" "The old Dao locked the brocade-clothed man with angry eyes, "You have obtained the Dao inheritance in the immortal stream, why don't you work hard to practice and be your immortal, but run to the Jingping Temple to kill my boy?"

The brocade-clothed man didn't care about the old Dao's question, and asked in reverse: "I see that your appearance is not like this wild Dao person, but which disciple are you?

Hearing this, Wen Jian immediately laughed. Taiyuan blood light can devour all kinds of vitality, and then transform it into blood sea essence qi to nourish the blood god seed, just now the brocade-clothed young man secretly used a weak mana to test his cultivation, but even if he was refined by Taiyuan blood light. He thought that the man was trying to test his words because he couldn't figure out the roots of his house, so he jokingly said: "I'm not stupid! ”

The Taoist on the side also laughed to himself, and said in his mouth: "Xiao Hongpao is not in a hurry to die, I will let him kill him first before it is your turn." As he spoke, he swung his mana and flew towards the four people at the table.