Bao Wenzheng didn't know Ji Qinglian's thoughts, this statement of going to Jiupan Mountain to heal was only one of them, and the dove man face to face, this Ji Qinglian couldn't speak because of her daughter's face, if this dove pan master asked him face to face, how should he deal with himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ji Qinglian was silent for a moment, and it was really difficult to confide in her heart, and said tactfully: "The flight of the imperial sword is not far away, if you don't want to go, you can heal your wounds, and I will return in October......"

The tone is still a little gloomy, and the sense of loss and this cold cave are even more hopeful.

Bao Wenzheng naturally couldn't pretend to be indifferent anymore, stared at Ji Qinglian's cheeks with a smile, and said softly: "When my injuries heal in the coming year and I have a little reputation with this world, I will go with you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the sense of loss in Ji Qinglian's heart dissipated a lot, and then a trace of joy rose, it turned out that there was some misunderstanding in her own family, it was not as thoughtful as Bao Wenzheng, and her slightly cold expression immediately turned around, and a slight smile appeared.

"You can move the power of heaven and earth with a sword that day, but you have another understanding on the way to martial arts?" Ji Qinglian was relieved, so she asked with a smile, her tone was like a yellow bird out of the valley, and it was extremely light and pleasant.

Bao Wenzheng was originally puzzled in his heart, and he had the intention to explore the clues with Ji Qinglian, so he stole the beams and changed the pillars, and pretended to be apprehensive and said: "Fighting the enemy side by side with you, although I am not afraid of life and death, but I have not read the beautiful scenery in this world, and I am unwilling after all." ”

"Where the wind blew last night, Luoying listened to who counted, 90,000 miles of sky, the wind and shadows, who is with everyone? ”

Bao Wenzheng's clear eyes were full of affection, and he stretched out his palm with a smile, gently brushing the scattered hair on Ji Qinglian's cheeks to his ears, and inadvertently touching the skin like congealed cream, only to feel smooth and delicate like satin.

Ji Qinglian's fair cheeks appeared shy and ruddy, her head hung down slightly, and her plump body was also trembling and trembling.

Bao Wenzheng coughed lightly, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, and then sat down in front of the bonfire, and said softly: "When you have leisure in the coming year, go to the house with me to meet the second elder......

Ji Qinglian was a little hesitant, after all, she was not a perfect body, and she was a little timid in her heart, but after thinking about it, she was relieved, after all, she was a free and easy person, and she didn't need to worry about today for tomorrow's things.

In the early morning of the next day, the cold wind swept the barren hillside, outside the yellow weedy cave, and after walking for a long time, Ji Qinglian got up according to the reluctant sword and went straight into the green underworld.

Jiupan Mountain is located in the Qilian Mountains, in a remote and barren land, hundreds of miles along the road is uninhabited, often infested with tigers, leopards and jackals, so ordinary people will not set foot in it.

A dilapidated temple can no longer shelter from the wind and rain, the roof of the early moss is uneven, it has not been repaired for many years, the copper bell under the eaves is dim, but the ethereal sound when swaying with the wind is not diminished, the sound is melodious and clear, washing the worldly distractions of the red dust.

An old monk in a coarse cloth robe, meditating on his knees and in this temple, a steel knife forged by something, lingering with a fierce aura, it is clearly a peerless murderous thing, and a string of crystal clear Buddha beads is hung on the scabbard, suppressing the murderous aura.

"Quit the sword Buddha beads to suppress demons, and the white bones of mercy float Zen incense. ”

The old monk has an ordinary figure, and a pair of thick eyebrows on his thin cheeks are obliquely inserted into the sideburns, adding a bit of fierceness, and there is no compassion at all, but he goes the other way, full of solemn and solemn atmosphere, but it is a little similar to the "angry King Kong" who is not angry and self-righteous.

A streamer and green darkness swept towards the Jiupan Mountain, blooming like fireworks, and then disappeared without a trace, and the temple before but a figure appeared out of thin air, it was the Ji Qinglian wearing a plain skirt and a silver fox cloak, but she was carrying the lotus from the temple.

"Apprentice, but there is a delay on the way?" a kind smile appeared on the solemn cheeks of the Master of the Dove, and after seeing Ji Qinglian dressed in silk and satin and the silver fox cloak, he was extremely stunned, thinking that the young apprentice would not do that kind of thing and steal worldly money privately, so although he was suspicious, it was not easy to say much.

Ji Qinglian bowed her head and said respectfully: "After avenging the family revenge, I saw a young chivalrous man kill corrupt officials and eliminate bullies, in order to prevent being victimized by the side door of the greedy and powerful, so he accompanied him to protect him, and turned back to the division at this moment. ”

When the Master of Jiupan heard this, he was extremely relieved in his heart, and said with a smile: "I have a weak vein in Jiupanshan, but I have not fallen behind in the great righteousness for hundreds of years, you can take care of the well-being of the people of Li, and accompany the thoughtfulness of protecting the young man, and you have been a teacher for many years. ”

"That young man's martial arts have reached the pinnacle, and even if he is a disciple, he will not dare to underestimate it. Ji Qinglian had already had a thought, and at this moment she pretended to sigh and said: "A few days ago, in the ghost house with Laiyang, that young man and his apprentice joined forces to eliminate the demon, although the form and spirit of the powerful ghost were destroyed, but he was also seriously injured......"

When the Master of the Dove Pan heard this, his face changed and he rebuked with an angry face: "Since this is the case, why did you turn back to the Dove Pan Mountain!"

Ji Qinglian saw that Master Gu Pan was angry, and hurriedly replied: "That young man's internal strength has been extensive, and the apprentice has been blessed for many days, and it is no longer important at this moment. ”

"Hmmm......"

The forest on the Jiupan Mountain is deep and dense, and there is a formation near this temple to bless, so the jackals, tigers and leopards are extinct here, and the cereals are planted outside the temple, which is not necessary, and the master and apprentice also eat less meat, although the Spring Festival is coming, but it is also as cold as in the past.

Since a few days ago, after the Qingtian swordsman killed the ghost in this ghost house, the haze that shrouded Laiyang County for decades was swept away, and the people no longer need to bypass this ghost house far away, and the man who has always been bold is even more courageous to enter the house to take a look, although he has palpitations, but after walking out of the courtyard, the majestic appearance, as if he killed the ghost with his own hands.

An old woman was already in her last years, and her footsteps staggered to the front of the ghost house, her rickety body and the cold wind were even more humble, and after listening carefully to the crowd for a while, she slowly walked towards the west of Laiyang City, and on her cheeks full of wrinkles and trenches, there was resentment.

"Old sister, I will avenge you tonight......"

One hundred and thirty years ago, there was an old woman who starved all day because of the unfilial piety of their children, begged for life, competed with wild dogs for food, and over time became like sisters, supported each other to survive, and shed tears at night, and on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, they saw the people reunite with their families, and in despair, they committed suicide by throwing themselves into a well, and after death, a grudge did not disperse, turning into a powerful ghost to ask for their lives.

Just because the reputation of this Laiyang ghost house is getting worse, the living people will avoid it before dusk, so there is little flesh and blood and resentment supplement, it is that this old woman possessed the human body to the side, but recently she noticed that the bones had migrated, and she knew that something had changed, so she possessed the human body again, and checked with this Laiyang City, and then learned the recent situation.

Far away, I saw that twenty miles away from the west of the city, the blood was like wolf smoke, and the old woman's cloudy eyes appeared in a fierce color, but she found a place to shelter under the shade of a tree, and waited until the sun set in the west mountain, and then walked out of the body, the slender and recognizable body was lifelike, a condensed yin qi was a blood-colored light, and there was a faint mournful wail echoing around, and the fierce ghost rose against the wind, full of hideous color, and went towards the cave.

Bao Wenzheng suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart, his scalp was numb as if he was being looked at by a tiger and wolf, his heart was beating violently, and he couldn't suppress a sense of restlessness, as if a big disaster was coming.

The "Yinxue Sword" was held in one palm, and the sword was drawn out of the sheath, which was like a green snake biting the handle of the curved sword body, and a touch of demonic energy immediately appeared overwhelmingly, hugging the side, and walked to the front of the cave with concentration.

"Little Cub ......"

The piercing and shrill voice, like a sharp fingernail scratching the wall, the voice was erratic but came from nowhere, and seemed to echo from all directions, and the tone was extremely resentful, even more chilling, and creepy.

"Get out!"

Bao Wenzheng shouted angrily, and ran "Ming Yugong" to the extreme, within a hundred zhang, it was not said that it was flying flowers and picking leaves, even the air flow also had a faint insight, but he still didn't know where this powerful ghost was, so he hugged Yuan Shouyi, his body was like a deep and deep mountain, and the demon qi and sword qi on the "Yinxue Sword" were condensed and entangled, ready to go.

"Whew~~!"

A gust of black wind swept in, and the mid-air was stagnant, and then the black wind faintly had a rickety figure emerged, and then the figure became clear, the rickety old woman was slender and recognizable, it was no different from ordinary people, but it was out of thin air to step on the black wind, and the scattered white hair was about a zhang long, hanging down on the ground and fluttering in the wind, the hideous cheeks were full of resentment, the black wind was mixed with blood, and there was a terrible howl.

"Little bastard, I want to detain your soul, not to be reincarnated, to be bitten by a hundred ghosts day and night, to be tormented, and never to be reborn!"

Bao Wenzheng has a long sword in his hand, raising the sky and laughing, his voice is like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, the sound shocks the four wilds, "Ming Yugong" is like the river and sea surging and meridians, the frost under the feet emerges and there are ice crystals and the side of the body, the hair bun is windless and automatic, and the clothes are fluttering and swaying.

"Wearing the stars and wearing the moon" is one of the tricks of "Seven Styles of the Flower God", at this moment there is no Ji Qinglian accompanying him, although he knows that today is dangerous, but he can't let it fish and meat, Bao Wen is tiptoe, his body and the place disappeared out of thin air, "Yin Xue Sword" is mixed with sword energy and demon energy, and there is a light fox chirping, and he slashes towards this ghost viciously.

The seemingly slender bun is like a peacock opening the screen, and it is as hard as steel in an instant, making a sharp sound of "hissing" breaking the wind, like a piece of white light that swept towards Bao Wenzheng, who was not afraid of the demonic aura of this "Yin Xue Sword", and intended to fight-for-tat.

Although the "Yinxue Sword" is entangled with the demon qi with the sword qi, the power of the demon qi is like a brilliant scorching sun, and the sword qi is expelled at this moment, and the extremely pure demon qi is like thick ink, and once it collides with this white light head-on, it is bursting out of the air flow churning, like a hurricane transiting.

Bao Wenzheng snorted, the "Yinxue Sword" came out of his hand, and the overwhelming demonic energy was like a dark cloud pressed down, and it was with spirituality and demonic energy that he fought with this powerful ghost on his own, and the fox cry that was originally light and cheerful became more and more sharp, and it contained a trace of anger, showing its ferociousness.

The fierce ghost roared again and again, and the continuous blood-colored red light and the ink-black resentment drove the long bun, although it was constantly cut off by the "Yinxue Sword", but it continued to grow out, and it was constantly absorbed in this night, causing it to fill itself, although it was defeated for a while, but it was strong to support itself, and consumed the demonic energy of the "Yinxue Sword".

Although the "Yinxue Sword" is the treasure of the thousand-year-old fox demon Mei Jiangxue, and it also has a peerless reputation in this Baimang Mountain, but it is not in the hands of Mei Jiangxue, but it is like a rootless duckweed, which can only rely on nearly a thousand years of sacrifice, and the demonic energy contained in it to fight against it, although it has the upper hand for a while, but then the demonic energy can not be replenished, and the power can not be driven.

"Little cub, without this sword, you are just an ant......"

The ghost is also seriously injured at the moment, and the originally slender and recognizable body has become hazy, but the resentment is a little stronger, a pair of eyes are full of blood-colored red light, and it is even more hideous in this night, with the weakened demonic aura of the "Yinxue Sword", he actually stepped forward step by step, looking at Bao Wenzheng and gritting his teeth and saying with hatred.

Bao Wen's weak figure was still like a tall green pine, with thick eyebrows and sideburns, watching this powerful ghost step by step, beckoning another sheathed long sword, his face was slightly desolate, and the figures of the Moon Palace Lord and the Pity Star Palace Lord appeared in his mind, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Invite the moon, mercy star, I can't go back......"