Chapter XXIV: Crisis

The sun slowly sank into the western mountains, and night fell, and the howls of wild beasts could be heard from time to time in the mountains.

Ning Chen, who was walking in the mountains and wilderness, was still constantly using the desilting charm to clean up the bruises on his body, and his face had been smoothed again, but the joints on his body would still be faintly painful, but it was much stronger than just now.

"That Escape Gate Pile Building, it's really an evil door, I don't know what the use of giving me that piece of broken jade is?" Leave half a name, I don't know if it's appropriate?" Ning Chen walked all the way, muttering to himself all the way, and when his injuries improved a little more, he could use the Fengxing Technique, and he had to hurry back to Fu Lang Pavilion, which had been delayed all day, and he needed to hurry up to be a beautiful charm.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that this person who broke the pile building of the Modu Escape Gate would be a weak disciple of the Outer Domain. ”

Suddenly, a series of eerie voices suddenly came from the forest, constantly echoing in Ning Chen's ears.

Ning Chen, who had been thinking all the way, heard such a weird laughter, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the whole person suddenly became alert.

"Who is it?" Ning Chen shouted loudly, just judging from the voice, Ning Chen knew that the other party's cultivation was not low, although it was gloomy, but it was extremely rich, lingering in his ears.

Before Ning Chen could react, Ning Chen saw that for some reason, a little old lady appeared in front of him, not tall, nearly a head shorter than Ning Chen, and a pair of eyeballs in the dark night, emitting a faint green light, weird and gloomy.

However, after staying in the Demon Spirit Sect for so long, Ning Chen had already seen no surprises.

Seeing that the little old lady didn't mean to harm herself, Ning Chen still clenched her fists with both hands and saluted slightly: "Xiaosheng, I've seen the old grandmother." ”

"Well said, well said. The little old lady waved her dry, slender fingers and said with a smile: "They all call me grandma, so that's what you call me." ”

"Oh, meet Grandma. Ning Chen bowed again, respectfully, although he didn't know how much the other party's cultivation was, but Ning Chen was sure that the other party's cultivation was definitely above himself, and it was not a little bit higher, in this case, the best way was to be honest.

"Yes, yes, it's not as rude as I thought, and it's fine-skinned and tender-fleshed, and it's quite handsome. The little old lady pinched her chin and smiled a little.

Ning Chen subconsciously took half a step back, his back was even colder, and his heart trembled, this old lady should not be the grandmother of the five golden flowers of the black clouds, if she was like that, she would be miserable.

Why are all women in the Demon Spirit Sect, either beautiful and glamorous, or ugly and.

"Boy, what's your name?" asked the little old lady.

"Back to grandma's words, Xiaosheng Ningchen. Ning Chen endured the discomfort in his heart, and replied honestly, looking around with a pair of eyeballs to see if he could find a chance to escape.

"Ning Chen, Ning ......" The little old lady thought carefully about how the word "Ning" was written, and the first three strokes were really a "treasure cover", which should not be wrong.

Then I saw that the little old lady slowly stretched out her hand, touched Ning Chen's chest, and pinched his arm.

Being touched by the little old lady like this, Ning Chen's hairs all over his body stood up, shouldn't he run into a female hooligan here?

"The qualifications are good, the roots are okay, and more importantly, they are handsome, and the old body likes them, not bad, not bad. The little old lady was still smiling and nodding her head again and again.

Ning Chen, who was standing in place, had terrifying pores.

"After a while, the Demon Spirit Sect Painting Ghost Association will hold a Holy Lan Pen Meeting, and I hope you can go to participate in the meeting at that time. The little old lady said, and put an inconspicuous small wooden sign into Ning Chen's hand.

The wooden sign is very simple, not even sandalwood, and it gives the impression that it is an ordinary wooden block that has been smoothed out, with a grimace painted on it, and then there is nothing left.

"What is it? I've never heard of it. Ning Chen was a little puzzled.

"You'll find out soon before you know, and that's definitely a good thing. The little old lady continued, and then with a flick of her fingers, a faint green light flashed in her palm, and then a brand new book appeared in her hand, with four words clearly written on it: Baimo Painting Sutra.

"This is the painting made by the old man in his spare time, and it is fate to meet each other, you can take this painting back and take a look. The little old lady didn't care whether Ning Chen agreed or not, and directly stuffed the Baimo Painting Sutra into Ning Chen's arms.

"I didn't expect that grandma also knew something about painting, I don't know who is higher than painting ghosts?" Ning Chen said curiously.

"Painting ghosts and heroes, bright and majestic, perfect people, the face is like cold jade, the depth of the painting makes thousands of people look up, and the old body is ...... It's also in between. The little old lady said a lot, and smiled lewdly.

The corners of Ning Chen's mouth moved, and the little old lady said a lot, and it seemed that the last sentence was the point.

"If you can understand this painting scripture, you can go to Ziluan Mountain to find me. The little old lady said again, and then the whole person disappeared without a trace.

Ning Chen, who was standing in place, looked left and right, and couldn't see half a figure, seeing this scene, Ning Chen's first reaction was that the second monk couldn't figure it out, what is the ultimate purpose of this little old lady?

Fortunately, he finally left, which also made Ning Chen feel relieved.

Returning to the Fu Lang Pavilion, he only made a few beautiful charms without stopping, and Ning Chen entered the Hanxin Building with a full body of exhaustion.

However, Ning Chen did not choose to rest, but sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and used the Xuan Condensation Heart Sutra to refine the pure qi in his body and further improve his cultivation.

Early the next morning, there were more than a dozen monks parked outside Fu Lang Pavilion as always, stretching their necks and looking into Fu Lang Pavilion, in this regard, the little disciples of Fu Lang Pavilion were no longer surprised, these people were ready to come to receive the beauty charms, and now Fu Lang Pavilion only released ten beauty charms every day, which can be said to be in short supply.

As for how to sell the beauty charm, Ning Chen never asked, it was completely up to the little radish to Zhang Luo, and when the time came, he only needed to divide the spirit stones as agreed.

Slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the bed, compared to last night, his whole body was sore, and he was much better.

After moving his body a few times, Ning Chen walked out of Hanxin Building, habitually came to the stream, and washed his face with cold water a few times to make himself sober.

However, just when Ning Chen wiped his face with a handkerchief, ready to see how the little disciple's rune ink was made, he saw the little radish walking on his calf, crossing the covered bridge with an anxious face, and came to Ning Chen's side, and then said, "Uncle, something is wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Ning Chen said with a slightly moving expression when he saw the little radish like this.

"When I went out to buy talisman materials just now, I saw Zhao Zihuai, who painted Ren Pavilion, walking towards us with Fang Song and Fu Bee, and even the domain lord Gongsun Yang who left the domain. "The little radish, who has always been not afraid of the sky and the earth, has already had some panic on his face.

He naturally understood what Zhao Zihuai was going to do when he came to Fu Lang Pavilion, and it was said that Zhao Zihuai had a deep background, otherwise he would not have risen to prominence and become the eldest disciple of Huaren Pavilion.

Ning Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and in his calm gaze, there was also a touch of grimness.

Zhao Zihuai came with the domain master, which made Ning Chen a little unexpected, and Fang Song and Fu Bee were clearly here to assassinate Ning Chen, and if it weren't for Ning Chen's kind words and persuasion, those guys would have been dismantled by Li Ling.

It's obviously the attacker, but now he actually came to bite back.

At this time, it was too late to hide, and I only hoped that Zhao Zihuai would be able to explain some reasoning, but fortunately, the domain lord Gongsun Yang was also among them, hoping that he could uphold justice.

Scholars pay attention to uprightness, and are not afraid of shadows.

In less than a cup of tea, Ning Chen saw that at the entrance of the small Fulang Pavilion, Zhao Zihuai had broken into the Fulang Pavilion with more than a dozen people.

The disciples who were waiting at the door to receive the talisman, when they saw Zhao Zihuai's cold and handsome face, they all retreated, not daring to approach, and even felt a powerful aura rushing towards them.

Immediately behind him, in addition to Fang Song and the others, was Gongsun Yang, as well as more than a dozen disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion.

Seeing that Zhao Zihuai's face was not good, and the face of the grandson with a goatee sank like water, Ning Chen's originally calm face also became serious little by little, if it was just for Fang Song and Fu Bee to seek justice, he would not be able to make such a big move.

Why?

The other outer disciples of Fu Lang Pavilion saw the famous Zhao Zihuai, and they were even more agitated, and they didn't dare to move.

"Meet Elder Gongsun and Senior Brother Zhao. ”

Seeing Zhao Zihuai, Gongsun Yang and others coming to him, Ning Chen still clasped his fists with both hands and said with a salute.

Zhao Zihuai saw Ning Chen's elegant appearance, squinted his eyes slightly, and was angry, especially when he thought of Ning Chen's beautiful charm pressing him, his heart was even more angry.

"Ning Chen, you are so bold, you dare to touch the person who painted Ren Pavilion with me. Zhao Zihuai's eyes widened, and in his gloomy tone, there was already a murderous aura.

Gongsun Yang behind him did not say anything, obviously a little jealous of Zhao Zihuai.

"What does Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai mean by this? On that day, it was clear that Fu Bee, Fang Song and others sneaked into my Fu Lang Pavilion and tried to put me to death, but they accidentally injured Senior Sister Liling, if it weren't for my intercession, Fu Bee, Fang Song and the others would have died tragically. Ning Chen said righteously, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the small wooden house that was destroyed by Fu Bee and Fang Song not far away.

In Ning Chen's eyes, this is ironclad evidence.

"This is just your words, and the fact I know is that you injured Fang Song in the bazaar, and Fu Bee came to reason for your junior brother here, but you teamed up with Li Ling and others to poison my disciple of Painting Ren Pavilion, and his heart was extremely vicious. Zhao Zihuai looked like he was on top and said in a reprimanding tone.

Such unreasonable words suddenly made Ning Chen's heart ignite with a flame of anger.

"Isn't Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai's words one-sided?" Ning Chen raised his head and stared at Zhao Zihuai word by word.

"You are just an ordinary disciple who dares to question the words of the disciple in the domain, presumptuous!" Zhao Zihuai suddenly raised his voice, and the whole person was even more invincible, domineering.