"I just said don't let you go to Lanruo Temple, if you don't listen, it's okay now, it's only one night to be beaten like this!"

In the inn, the shopkeeper was walking towards Yan Chixia on the bed with a bowl of medicine, and complained incessantly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He just opened the door, and before the guests came, he saw Yan Chixia lying outside, and his compassion rose for a while, but it was still not open, and he naturally complained in his heart, but when he saw Yan Chixia's half-dead appearance, he couldn't bear it.

Yan Chixia sat up strongly, leaned her back against the wall, laboriously took out the wine gourd from her waist, and took a big sip.

When the green wine is entered, the mellow aroma fills the mouth, and even the pain is reduced a lot. For an alcoholic like him, alcohol works better than any medicine.

"You, you're so badly injured, and you're still drinking!" The shopkeeper was about to take the wine gourd away, and as soon as Yan Chixia's robe moved, she suddenly disappeared from her hand.

"Ha, you kid, what's wrong with Lao Tzu taking a sip of wine, it's much better than your broken medicine!" he said with a smile.

"Also, the monster in Lanruo Temple has been beaten away by Lao Tzu!"

"Come on, don't brag about it, old man. Xiao Er put down the medicine in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

"I don't believe it, when did I, Yan Chixia, tell a lie!"

"You guy, it looks like your head is still injured!" Xiao Er shook his head, sighed softly, and then walked out of the room.

Since the monster came out of Lanruo Temple, the business in Guobei County has become more and more difficult to do, and there are fewer and fewer people from outside, and there are almost none now, so the inn is not to mention making money, it has been losing money, and it is difficult to make a living, and he has to go out to do some chores to supplement the family.

The wind continues to blow, the breath of March seems to be isolated by an invisible barrier, Guobei County is still in the long yellow sand, there is no saying of the four seasons here, some are just dusk, and dozens of miles away, it is a towering dense forest that cannot be seen, the two form a sharp contrast.

One side is vibrant, but the other side is silent and mysterious.

Time is like this, passing bit by bit, without stopping, coming and going without a trace, unpredictable.

The sun sets and the moon rises, another day passes, night falls, and the wind howls outside.

Inside the inn, Yan Chixia sat cross-legged, the Qiankun sword was placed horizontally on her knees, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged from above the sky, gathered above his head, turning into a three-zhang size vortex, and then poured into the Baihui acupoint above his head, circulating in the eight veins of the strange meridians and the hundred bones of the limbs in the body, slowly dispersing the remnants of the demonic qi.

His injuries are slowly recovering.

"Da Da Da!"

"Old man, come out for dinner!" Outside the door, Xiao Er's voice sounded.

"Here we go!"

Yan Chixia replied, then got up, put the long sword on the head of the bed, pushed open the door, and just happened to see Xiao Er with a curious face.

"How mysterious have you been lately, always locked up in your room!"

"You little brat, what do you care about so much, hurry up and eat!" Yan Chixia said coldly with a straight face, and walked towards the dining table.

"Cut, dead old man!" the shopkeeper muttered with an unhappy face, and followed behind.

The night was like ink, like an incomparably huge black curtain, enveloping the entire earth, which was particularly eerie and terrifying.

Especially in Lanruo Temple, several ghost fires flickered, and all around were the roars of terrible beasts, and the cold wind hovered over the ruins, blowing rustling.

Rustle

Immediately after that, huge black tentacles suddenly drilled out of the ground, densely packed, and between the waves, a powerful force was rolled up, shaking the void, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality disappeared at a terrifying speed, being absorbed by the tentacles.

A black figure loomed in the night, as if it were real and illusory.

"Yan Chixia, you wait for me, Grandma Ben won't let you go!"

It was the thousand-year-old tree spirit who escaped that day, but he didn't expect to return to Lanruo Temple again.

"Xiaoqian, why don't you go and catch a few men for me and come back, Grandma Ben hasn't tasted the taste of heart and liver for a long time!" Grandma Shu stretched out a tongue, licked her fingers, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, grandma, Xiaoqian is going!" A white figure suddenly appeared, although it was covered with a thin veil, but it could be vaguely inferred from that beautiful figure, this must be a beauty in the world.

It's just that at this moment, the brow covered by the veil was slightly wrinkled, but it was only a matter of a moment, and then he turned around and left, disappearing into this Lanruo Temple.

The entire Guobei county is sparsely lit with some lights, and it is a tragedy that the once peaceful ancient city has become what it is now.

"Boy, I've eaten well, you eat slowly!"

Yan Chixia returned to the room and continued to meditate and refine qi, repair the meridians, and nourish the physical body, what he needed to do most now was to heal his injuries and restore his strength.

The old dryad doesn't know what to do now, and it would be terrible if he suddenly came to the door.

This is what he thinks about too much, the thousand-year-old tree spirit was slashed by him with sword intent, and half of his body was blown off, which can be described as a great injury to his vitality, how can it be recovered in this short period of time.

And as time passed, the injuries in Yan Chixia's body recovered faster and faster, and sharp sword qi lingered around him, terrifying, and majestic mana overflowed.

"Boom!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was shocked, his face was happy, and then a huge sword momentum tore through the wind and sand, and soared into the sky.

Even this sword momentum is much stronger than it was a month ago, obviously breaking and standing up, going further.

The cultivation of sword intent is different from the cultivation of Taoism, sword intent is the belief of a swordsman, only when the belief is strong enough, the sword intent is strong enough.

There is a great terror between life and death, and there is also a great harvest.

After his injuries healed, he did not leave here, but continued to stay in the inn, always paying attention to the movements of Lanruo Temple.

The dryads weren't dead yet, so how could he leave?

"Old man, I see that you meditate with a sword every day, and you haven't seen anything practiced, so you might as well go out with me to find something to do!"

At the dinner table, the shopkeeper really couldn't help it, this bearded man, holding a sword every day, knew that he was hiding in the house, eating and drinking for so long, he was pitiful at the beginning, but now he is alive and kicking, and he is still here and does not leave, and if it goes on like this, the pot will not be opened.

"Boy, look!"

Yan Chixia's eyes widened, her right hand pointed into a sword, raised her hand and slashed out, and in an instant, an invisible sword qi erupted, tearing the air and slashing on the ground.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, and in the disbelief of the shopkeeper, a crack dozens of zhang wide suddenly popped up on the ground, three feet wide and one zhang deep, and even the courtyard wall came to split a gap.

"Immortal Master...... The old man is coming, the kid has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope the old man will forgive his sins!"

Xiao Er almost said it in a crying voice, this is too scary, just moved his fingers, it was so terrifying, is it still a human being? At least now he has seen such a powerful person.

"What are you afraid of, Lao Tzu won't eat you again. Yan Chixia shouted loudly.

"I won't eat you again, but for the sake of this month, I plan to teach you how to move the sword!"

The peak turned around, and the shopkeeper was almost unbelievable, and he couldn't stop asking, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, but the swordsmanship taught to you by this seat can't be used for evil, otherwise even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will kill you!" At the end of speaking, Yan Chixia directly used a trace of murderous aura, although it was only a trace, but for ordinary people like Dian Xiaoer, it was like Mount Tai pressing the top, and he was out of breath, and he promised again and again.

This is not what Yan Chixia did at will, but by chance, this Xiao Er saved him, so he should naturally be rewarded, and Xiao Er's roots are also good, barely possible, to the point where he can practice some ordinary swordsmanship and exercises, and the acquired consummation is not a problem. He taught a lesson by taking the opportunity to teach, which can be regarded as the end of this cause and effect, and they will not owe each other in the future.

"Look at it, boy!"

Yan Chixia's right hand was held weakly, and suddenly the mana turned into a long sword, and then stepped out in one step, shrinking into inches, which was ten zhang away, just the center of the courtyard.

The qi sword in his hand swung and pierced the air, emitting bursts of air explosions, and the space was full of dense sword shadows, each of which was extremely sharp.

The shopkeeper looked at Yan Chixia intently, and every sword light was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't forget it.

This is Yan Chixia's means, with the realm of his kendo master, every sword is naturally a great skill, and a set of swordsmanship is directly imprinted in the mind of the shopkeeper, as if he was born with it.

"Whew!"

After half a ring, he dissipated his mana, and the sword light also dissipated.

"Haha, okay, Yan Chixia, I'm looking for you so hard, I didn't expect you to come to Yuzhou!"