Under the Broken Mind Cliff, behind a boulder, two figures curled up behind the boulder, sneaky, and one poked his head out from time to time to look out.

"When did the man you said come? You tricked me in the middle of the night, didn't you want to make me happy?" asked an old man dressed in sackcloth angrily.

"Alas, you are in a hurry, when you should come, you will naturally come, ugly words ahead, if that person's illness you can't cure, don't blame me Zhang Banxian is welcome, you have to be willing to gamble and lose!" It turned out that these two people were Zhang Banxian, and the holy hand ghost doctor Gongsun Miaoshou who was released by the confused old man at some point.

Gongsun Miaoshou snorted coldly and said: "Old god stick, it's not that my Gongsun Miaoshou is talking big, just with my title of holy hand ghost doctor, there is no disease in the world that I can't cure." You will give me the thousand-year-old Lingzhi stolen from Penglai Immortal Island directly, and I will make a friendship with you, if you lose the bet to me, hehe......"

Zhang Banxian glanced at him, raised his dirty right hand, pinched his fingers and counted, suddenly, he stopped his movements and said, "It's coming!"

"Where?" Gongsun Miaoshou raised his head and looked around, only to see the dark woods and dense rocks, and the shadow of a man.

Zhang Banxian smiled and said, "Up!"

"Oh, my mother, what is that thing that fell from above? It scared the old man to death!" Gongsun Miaoshou looked up, just in time to see a cloud of red mist falling from the sky.

Zhang Banxian smiled proudly and said, "People!"

With a splash of sand and stones, the red mist fell to the ground with a bang, Gongsun Miao's eyes widened, and he asked uncertainly: "Old god stick! You can't let me save this person, right? Falling from such a high place, I would have already fallen into a pile of meat and mud, how can you let me save it? Are you really a god or not?"

"Hehe, do you want to admit defeat?" Zhang Banxian grinned, and the two turned into an afterimage, falling directly in front of the seriously injured Yan Linglong.

Through the crimson aura, Yan Linglong's face was vaguely seen, and there was a soft green light flashing on his chest.

"How is it? I said I can save it, right?" Zhang Banxian looked at Gongsun Miaoshou.

"Hey! It's him? No wonder he didn't die after falling from such a height, it turned out to be this domineering evil qi to protect his body! What is this evil and crooked thing that has fallen to the ground?" asked Gongsun Miao, touching his chin.

Zhang Banxian suddenly became very angry, and said loudly: "What kind of evil sect is crooked? That is the evil spirit of the ancient divine sword to punish the immortals, you just say that you can save it, right?"

Gongsun Miaoshou took out a pair of white and transparent gloves from his body, different from ordinary fabrics, he gently put the gloves on his hands and touched them directly to Yan Linglong's body.

"Hey, be careful, the evil aura of this Immortal Sword is very tight!" Zhang Banxian kindly reminded.

"Hmph! You underestimate the old man's silkworm silk handguard!" Gongsun Miaoshou snorted coldly, and said proudly, something magical happened, when his palm reached into the crimson evil qi, the evil qi seemed to encounter resistance, unable to get close to his palm.

Gongsun Miao pinched Yan Linglong Zhou's body up and down, and stretched out his two fingers on his vein, after a cup of tea, he frowned: "This doll is saved!"

"I also know there is salvation!" Zhang Banxian glanced at him.

Gongsun Miao's tightly knit brows relaxed, he looked at Zhang Banxian with wide eyes, and said, "Okay, you old god! You also know that the difficulty is not whether you can save him, right? You calculate me!"

"Alas, Gongsun old ghost, it was you who said that there is no disease in the world that you can't cure! Now that he is completely devoured by evil spirits, if he is saved, he will also be mentally insane, so what is the use of saving him?" Zhang Banxian said eloquently.

"Okay! For the sake of your thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the old man will bet on this, and I don't guarantee that it will be completely cured, even if it is cured, it will leave other sequelae. Gongsun Miaoshou said helplessly.

Suddenly, I saw the fire flickering on the top of the cliff, Zhang Banxian hurriedly took out a shabby small cloth bag from his arms, there was still a patch on it, he gently opened the palm-sized small pocket, and faced Yan Linglong, only to see the mouth of the bag shimmer, Yan Linglong's body shrank sharply, and was instantly sucked into it.

"Someone is coming, let's go!" Zhang Banxian whispered, and the two of them bent on their waists and touched lightly down the mountain.

A few days later, the first sect of the righteous path announced to the world that Xia Wentian and his wife, the first of the Feilaifeng family, plotted to kill the head of the sect, and were corrected by the Fa in the Yunzhong Temple, and the conspirators Zhao Changlu, Song Changle, and Zhou Changqing were killed by the elite disciples of the sect on the way to escape, Tang Hu and Xia Lianxin are missing, and the rebel Yan Linglong was killed in the Broken Nian Cliff, and the bones are gone.

Ximen Duxiu, a disciple of Dragon and Tiger Peak, absconded for harboring thieves, Yue Xiaochuan and Leng Lingxi joined forces to behead the rebel Yan Linglong at the Broken Nian Cliff.

For the time being, Xuan Chengzi, the first seat of Dragon and Tiger Peak, is acting as the head of the house.

In a small building in Lotus Peak, there was a low cry from time to time, and the White Lotus Daogu stood outside the door, looking at the shadow above the pavilion, shaking her head and sighing.

"Let me out! I dare to act coldly, I don't want you to distort the facts!" a coquettish voice came from upstairs.

"Alas!" White Lotus Dao Gu sighed and said lightly: "If it weren't for the repeated protection of Master Yue's nephew, you would have been executed a long time ago." ”

There was a loud bang, Xiaolou shook a few times, but it was still intact, obviously imprisoned, the sound of sobbing came, and gradually, it returned to calm.

In the depths of the millions of mountains in southern Xinjiang, the top of a pitch-black giant peak is full of miasma, and it is obviously noon, but there is no trace of sunshine.

A long howl, I saw a bright red figure flying up and down on the top of the mountain, and if you looked closely, it was Blood Chihiro, a white pearl on the top of her head, loose bright red palace dress without wind and automatic, her eyes were wide open, full of anger and hatred, her tender white little hands were claw-shaped, and her white and sharp nails were like swords, revealing a trace of cold light.

"Ahh

After venting, Blood Chihiro returned to normal, sat down on the ground, and said three words fiercely: "White ...... Cloud...... Door!"

In a valley deep in Baiyun Mountain, surrounded by fog all year round, in a grass hut in the valley, Zhang Banxian and Monkey Liuer were competing for a wine jug, and there was a fluffy chicken lying next to them.

Gongsun Miaoshou sat in front of a large vat, kept adding firewood to the bottom of the vat, the juice in the vaat was tumbling and tumbling, and a medicinal fragrance wafted out, he raised his head from time to time to look at the vat, and then shook his head and sighed: "Alas...... I'm really fooled by your old god, this jar of awakening soup has used the savings of half of the old man's life, it really outweighs the loss!"

"Why are you in a hurry? When that kid comes out, you tell him to let him accompany you with those useless herbs...... Alas, dead monkey, leave some for grandpa, don't drink them all!" Zhang Banxian reached out and grabbed the six-eared wine jug.

There was a thud of soup churning, and a head slowly floated in the vat.