The next day, after the three poles of the sun. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The bright spring sun shines on Guobei Town, which has already awakened the people in the town, busy with the livelihood of the day, and also shines on the barren Lanruo Ancient Temple, the withered yellow leaves cover the pavilion that has long been a broken brick, and the wind blows through the dust and raises the sky, and the temple full of cobwebs and green vines can vaguely see the prosperity of the incense in the past.

The burly strong man was wearing shabby clothes, his face was full of beard and beard that had not been taken care of for many days, and he had been connected with his hair bun, but he showed the heroic style of Yan Zhao's people, and the broadsword was in his hand to open the basil bush more than one person high, and he saw the mass grave behind Lanruo Temple, the mottled stone tablet had already dimmed the inscription in the wind and sun, and there were more basil climbing, where is the existence of the manor and mansion that Nie Xiaoqian said.

"See for yourself!" Yan Chixia stopped in the mass grave, indifferently looked around the tombs, as if she was in a pavilion and building, and sighed.

Ning Caichen is a weak scholar, he has a gentle and gentle atmosphere, but at the moment he is extremely embarrassed, wearing a scholarly robe that has long been worn, and he ran to Guobei Town last night to beat the drum and voice his grievances, and he even hung his clothes in the dense grass with the forest.

Today, I came to Lanruo Temple with Yan Chixia, and I learned the identity of Yan Chixia with Guo Beizhen County last night, and I was suspicious, but I also wanted to know whether the stunning woman was a human or a ghost, so I came to this Lanruo Temple.

At this moment, he was in this mass grave, although he was frightened, he was still bold, and stretched out his palm to shake away the dead vines and weeds on the stone tablet with a slight trembling palm.

The stele was covered in dust, but it was still faintly recognizable because it was carved out of steel.

The tomb of the beloved daughter Nie Xiaoqian!

The tomb was overgrown with weeds, apparently for years.

Ning Caichen's face suddenly turned pale, a palpitation instantly occupied his heart, his footsteps staggered and almost fell to the ground, recalling the low chanting and singing in the pavilion by the lake last night, and his heart ape when his ears and temples were grinding, and he was even more creepy.

Yes, there is no such ridiculous thing in the world!

"The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion" are just dramas, how can they be taken seriously, how can a stunning woman favor a poor scholar, it turns out that she has already been a ghost.

"She's a ghost, why doesn't she kill me?" Ning Caichen's face turned pale, and he asked in despair, thinking that Nie Xiaoqian was just a woman from a businessman's family, but she didn't expect that she was already separated by yin and yang, and people and ghosts had different paths.

"I don't understand, maybe you still have value. Yan Chixia looked sideways at the weak scholar, and said in confusion, but no one who set foot in Lanruo Temple at night can survive.

"What use value do I have?" Ning Caichen asked with a wry smile, his hair in a bun lingering on his cheeks, indescribably desolate and disheartened.

"Only ghosts know! In short, ghosts and people are the same, they use each other for profit!" Yan Chixia took a few steps forward, pointed to the path down the mountain with a broadsword, and persuaded him: "Brother Ning, before it gets dark, hurry up and get out of here!"

Although this Ning Caichen is a weak scholar, he has no lack of integrity, and he went to Guobei Town to report to the official overnight, so Yan Chixia called out brother.

"What about you?" Ning Caichen knew that he could save his life last night, most likely because of this Yan Chixia's rescue, so he was grateful, since this Lanruo Temple is not a good place, he intends to invite Yan Chixia to accompany him.

Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen's concerned look, reached out and stroked the stone tablet entwined with withered vines, and said with a lonely expression: "I won't leave, the human world is too complicated, and it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong!"

"With ghosts and gods, black and white are clear, but simple!"

"I'll stay, you can go!"

Yan Chixia was originally a disciple of Qingcheng Xianmen, who was anxious for justice and righteousness by nature, only because she had to practice the exercises of Buddhism, and after being expelled from the school, she devoted herself to the government, and arrested countless Jiangyang thieves, and the name of "Hot Hand Judge" shocked the twenty-six provinces, because she was tired of the filth of officialdom, she simply withdrew from the rivers and lakes, and lived in seclusion in this Lanruo Temple, adjacent to demons and monsters, but also fell into a clean place.

Ning Caichen saw that Yan Chixia had made up her mind, and she had a Taoist method that made Nie Xiaoqian fear, so she no longer persuaded her, and after bowing goodbye, he stumbled down the mountain along the path of the mass grave.

The sound of "Se Se" sounded, and a figure of more than a foot high basil jumped over like a wild goose in the sky, and one turned over and landed firmly on the ground, it was Yan Chixia who was holding a broadsword, and she had already stood still not far in front of Ning Caichen.

"I've thought about it, you better stay!" Yan Chixia said loudly.

Ning Caichen said in astonishment: "Stay, those female ghosts will harm me!"

"I just want to use you to lure those female ghosts out, I want to get rid of them completely, if you stay, she will come to you......" Yan Chixia and Hope's eyes lingered and couldn't bear it, and said hesitantly, took out the silver bell engraved with tadpole text from her arms, handed it over and said: "When the time comes, you shake this bell, and I will come to save you!"

"You want to use me to kill Xiaoqian?" Ning Caichen asked with a stunned face, but he never reached out to take the silver bell.

Yan Chixia said frankly: "Yes, they have been dissatisfied with me recently, and they will not allow me for long! This monster has a very high mana, and it is not known whether it can do the way for the sky!"

Ning Caichen stretched out his hand to take the silver bell and asked hesitantly, "Can you really deal with them?"

"Don't worry, evil ..... Absolutely not winning!"

Yan Chixia broadened her sword, looked at the scorching sun on the sky, and said with high spirits.

The cold wind blew the basil and the bare tree forks of the Lanruo Temple, the faint crows perched on the branches were alarmed by this sound, flapping their wings and flying into the distance, the sun passed through the middle of the sky and moved westward, time passed little by little, the silent Lanruo Temple did not have a deafening snoring sound in a short time, Yan Chixia, who had not slept all night, had already fallen asleep, only when the night came, it was necessary to separate life and death from the thousand-year-old tree demon of this Lanruo Temple.

Ning Caichen held the silver bell in his hand, holding the yellowed "Diamond Sutra", listening to Yan Chixia's snoring, but he was lonely and frightened, although he was extremely sleepy, he couldn't sleep.

Recalling last night's grinding with the ears and temples by the lake, Ning Caichen smiled desolate and muttered, "Xiaoqian......"

In Guobei Town, Bao Wenzheng was wearing a pale cyan robe, holding the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword", but he shuttled through the downtown area, along the uneven road in the town, towards the Lanruo Temple twenty miles to the north.

A silver spider the size of a little finger hangs from the bun like an ornament, and the silver spider is lifelike and carefully made by a skilled craftsman.

"I have suppressed your sword intent, and after entering Lanruo Temple, I will wait and see what happens, and when I kill the tree demon, you will be able to live with that fox and the girl!"

"It's not that simple, since you are sure, why do you have Mei Jiangxue in front of you and let me hide it?" Bao Wenzheng already knew a lot about Chun Thirty Niang, scoffed at this, directly exposed the danger, and said: "What are you worried about!"

"It's not a secret...... Chun Sanniang sighed and said: "The old demon of Montenegro has a strong mana, compared to me, it is still a line of victory, this time with the Lanruo Temple realm to kill the tree demon, but also beware of the old demon of Montenegro on the side, if you can't kill it, you will fall into a heavy siege." ”

"Why don't you gather the demons of your Baimang Mountain and have a fight with the old demons of Black Mountain?" Bao Wenzheng asked suspiciously: "Even if you consume some of the demons of Baimang Mountain, wouldn't it be more convenient to kill the old demons of Montenegro directly?"

"Humph!"

"Do you think that my Chun Thirty Niang can't think of this, and you still need you to tell me?" Chun Thirty Niang said angrily: "In the past, the old demon of Montenegro forcibly broke into Baimang Mountain, intending to marry me, but when I was caught off guard, my Baimang Mountain was already a lost general, and the momentum was not as good as before!"

"Okay, whatever you say, just listen to you!" Bao Wenzheng knew that Yu Zhi Yuxiong, who was thirty years old in spring, because he heard that the old demon in Montenegro had failed to marry thirty mothers in the past, he rose up to the heart of the same enemy, so he said with a straight face.

"Don't worry, although I am slightly inferior to the old demon of Montenegro, it is more than enough to protect you...... "Chun Thirty Niang said with a smile: "Cultivation has reached the realm of our equals, even if you are invincible, you can escape." ”

Bao Wenzheng paused, his cheeks lingered with loneliness and gloom, and said softly: "If you can't do anything, you can save your own life, don't be affected by me......"

"You'll be alive ......"

Chun Thirty Niang was stunned and speechless, this was originally a word of relief to Bao Wenzheng, if she was really under siege, how could she take it seriously, but Bao Wenzheng's free and gloomy words trembled the heart of Chun Thirty Niang for a long time.

How can a piece of ice melt?

Without him, approach with laughter and ridicule, slowly melt with affection, and when the ice melts for thousands of years, the love that has been sealed for many years will be as turbulent and hot as magma, enough to incinerate all things!

"Ming Yugong" is the unique study of the Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Palace, the excellence of light skills can be jumped out of a hundred feet, flying flowers and falling leaves are difficult to escape insight, in the past, Bao Wenzheng fought on the "Seven Styles of the Flower God" to break out of the "Qingtian Swordsman" of the prestige, several times and the round-up to save his life, now although he can not perform "Nine Steps to the Sky" and "Sky Splitting Sword Codex", but it is not without self-preservation.

After walking out of Guobei Town, the population became more and more scarce, Bao Wenzheng jumped up in the air on tiptoe, like a wild goose gliding and the canopy of the tree flew out instantly, after about a cup of tea, he saw the outline of Nalan Ruo Temple in the air.

Lanruo Temple has been barren for many years and almost into a ruin, the dead leaves and weeds on the Biwa Zhuying have rotted, even if the cold wind is not blowing, the dust and cracks on the eaves are hidden, the prayer buildings on the winding path are lined up in turn, but they have been damaged or collapsed, it is a glimpse of the side hall, which is the solemn king of the treasure, but also the dust flutters and climbs the cobweb.

The sound of "rustling" clothes came from a distance, and Yan Chixia, who was asleep, was already alert, turned over and jumped up to the window, and saw a pale cyan figure like walking against the wind, and fell down with the house before.

"Master!"

Yan Chixia was originally a spicy judge in the twenty-six provinces, and she had been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, how could she not know that this young man was a first-class master, and even in terms of martial arts, even her own family would be ashamed.

Since Bao Wenzheng has reined in the exercises of Emei Xianmen, and in this Lanruo Temple, he can only pretend to be ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and he has already seen the sound of two breaths, one light and one heavy, so he clasped his fists and saluted and shouted: "Who is here, and he hasn't shown up to see each other!"

"Squeak", Yan Chixia pushed the door out, hugged her fists and saluted: "In Xia Yan Chixia, dare to ask the young man's name!"

"Humph!"

"Yan Chixia, the spicy judge of the twenty-six provinces?" Bao Wenzheng pretended to be disdainful and said: "Under Bao Wenzheng, the people in the rivers and lakes are called "Qingtian Swordsman"!"

"But you don't want to meet the hot hand judge in person, I don't know why you teach me?"

"Haha!"

Yan Chixia laughed loudly, clasped her fists and saluted again, but her cheeks connected to her hair rose with respect, and said: "Yan has already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, even if he is in the official mansion, how can he be the enemy of the Qingtian Swordsman!"

"Yan Mou's life has arrested countless Jiang Yang thieves, all of them are scourges to the people, bloody gangsters, Qingtian swordsmen kill corrupt officials, eliminate bullies, the people of the world all applaud, Yan Chixia is also extremely admired!"

Bao Wenzheng returned the salute with his fists, the coldness and contempt on his cheeks were swept away, and Zhengse said: "The court is mediocre, the dog officials and the common people, we and other people who practice martial arts are based on chivalry, and we should not be judged by the hot hand!"

The name of the Qingtian swordsman has spread in the world, and it has long been known to everyone, and no one knows it, so that those corrupt officials and corrupt officials are afraid of it, lest they be taken off their heads in the middle of the night.

Yes, even Yan Chixia, who lives in seclusion in Lanruo Temple, has also heard of it.