"If it's really the people of the Six Extremes Hall who say that there is evil spirit here, then we have no reason not to believe it. Liujitang has always been a representative of slaying demons and eliminating demons and supporting justice. If Liujitang can come to Qingxia Mountain, it will naturally be able to return Qingxia Mountain to justice. ”

"What kind of justice? If you say so, won't our Qingxia Mountain really become an evil sect and a place of evil spirits?"

Wisteria's eyes were red, and he couldn't bear the injustice in his heart anymore.

When did Qingxia Mountain suffer such grievances, these people have not said a good word since they appeared here, I really don't know why they want to leave these people on the mountain, it is better to rush down the mountain early, if the master is here, how can these people be so presumptuous.

If Senior Sister Liu Ying takes over the position of head of the family, she will definitely not allow these people to talk about it here and say something groundless and fabricated out of thin air.

Qingxia Mountain is a famous mountain that has been praised by the emperor.

In the early years, the emperor would go to Qingxia Mountain Villa in the east every year to escape the summer, Qingxia Mountain has always been respected, and it has never been so humiliated.

Just when Wisteria and everyone were almost arguing, only one person suddenly screamed, it was like a ghost, and then rolled on the ground with his knees hugged, foaming at the mouth, his back twitched constantly, and the whole person twisted into a rope.

Seeing this, Mei An immediately flew out of his sleeve with two silver needles, and the silver needles were impartially pierced in the person's back, so that he could calm down.

But the calm was not much better than the previous convulsions, which carried the smell of a terrible death.

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost. ”

The timid man rolled back and forth, and was about to be pushed down the mountain.

Wisteria said angrily: "If you are afraid, you might as well go down the mountain, staying on the mountain will not help much." ”

"Shut up. Liu Luo shouted sharply.

"Yes, no one can go down the mountain. ”

Mei Shuangping jumped up and stopped in front of the stumbling man.

"What sect? So worried like a mouse, how can you bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the martial arts?"

After that, a blow of dust rose, and the fragrance was wafting.

"What does it smell like?" Wisteria muttered.

"Hold your breath and don't speak. After Liu Luo finished speaking, he immediately did the same.

Although I don't know what this strange fragrance is, but the strange fragrance comes from the disciples of Meishan Temple, it is better to be cautious.

Seeing someone suddenly look like this, everyone panicked.

Because of the previous incident in Anyuantang, everyone was thinking in their hearts at this moment that if the incident of Anyuantang was repeated, they were afraid that this time, they would all die in Qingxia Mountain.

A little wind and grass may make more than 100 people here suddenly fidget and lose their direction.

Everyone thought about it, if it was really like An Yuantang, how would it be good.

"No one can go down the mountain. When he was worried, he only heard Mei Shuangping say again, "This person has also been poisoned by demons, but I am afraid that he will soon be stiff, just like the young man lying on the ground." ”

"How's that good?"

"yes. ”

"Let's go down the mountain early. ”

Hearing the whispered complaints, Mei Shuangping rose again, and a cold wind blew on the face of the person who spoke. The man immediately covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound.

After Mr. Jiuwen's pranayama, he felt that his breath was soothing, and there was no big problem, and he naturally saw what had just happened, but he was not afraid.

He has long known that it is useless to be afraid of things in the world, and only by finding the most appropriate solution is the only way to not be afraid. But he never takes it lightly, and although fate is not good for him, luck seems to take care of him. Jiuwen believes that as long as you are careful, you can see the essence of everything and find the most favorable side.

Although he was not the one who was poisoned, and he controlled the strange fragrance outside his body in time, he really didn't dare to take it lightly.

He slowly got up, keeping his energy condensed between the most critical meridians in his body to prevent the plague and anything suspicious from entering his body.

This technique is called Xuanfeng. The art of Xuanfeng was only fortunate to be learned by chance in Jiuwen.

Since that incident, Jiu Wen has realized how bad fate has been for him, and how much luck has taken care of him.

This Xuanfeng technique was taught to him by an old man who was collecting firewood in the mountains when he almost died.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to who the old man was, which became his biggest regret in the future.

At that time, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and one day, he was chased and killed by the enemy, and fled all the way to the deep mountains around Dongting. Curled up in a cave and dying, he didn't dare to go out until it was dark.

When the moon is in the sky, the night in the mountains is like a fairyland. An old man walked slowly, even more like an immortal soaring into the mountains.

When the old man saw Jiuwen lying in a drowsy cave and barely awake, he kindly asked, "What's wrong with you?" But you are seriously injured? I see that you are seriously injured, and if you are not treated, you will die soon." ”

The old man didn't touch his body, didn't ask his name, didn't even make a fire in the cave.

In this way, by the moonlight, Jiuwen heard some rustling and stone knocking sounds in a daze.

The old man pounded some herbs for Jiuwen, and these herbs were a little cold and warm on Jiuwen's body.

Jiuwen was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, and his body was already weak, and he should not have survived such an injury.

In this way, he woke up and fell unconscious, until the next day, when the morning sun shone golden light in the mountains, and the song of birds reached Jiuwen's ears, that he opened his misty eyes and saw a man with gray hair but a face as pale as a young man sitting quietly at the mouth of the cave.

He staggered to his feet, moved to the mouth of the cave, and looked at the old man.

The old man didn't speak, just stared at a branch in his hand.

After a while, "Fortunately, it snowed last night," said the old man.

Jiuwen didn't know anything about the snow last night, so he could only nod silently. Still afraid that the enemy who was chasing him might still be waiting at the foot of the mountain, he asked, "Where does the master come from?"

The old man did not answer.

Jiuwen wanted to ask again, but saw new shoots sprouting from the originally bare branch in the old man's hand, and then in front of him, less than half a step in front of him, the branch, which was already close to withering, grew a few more buds, and finally, two peach blossoms.

Jiuwen rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, really, not badly, the branch bloomed again.

If it's not a miracle, it's a spell.

No one can make a dry branch bloom into flowers, let alone bud to bloom in such a short period of time.

This is not the way nature should be, everything has its own rules, rain rises, peach and plum blossoms, thunder occurs, stinging insects start to move.

No one can go against the heavens and do whatever they want, but the old man did. With one pair of hands, the dead branch was brought back to life.