The early morning of the Fanchen Inn seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog. Xingchen pushed open the window and saw the sunlight shining through the clouds, wondering if what happened last night was a dream or real.

The black dog was still tethered to the bottom of the stairs of the wooden building, it was sleeping, just like an ordinary livestock, and no one knew that it was a youkai that had cultivated to the essence of the spirit.

Xingchen found a note on the table, the note was left by Qin Haoran: "Brother Xingchen, thank you for rescuing you yesterday and driving away the people of the Dark Blood Valley, this place is dangerous, it is not suitable to stay for a long time, I will temporarily go to Chixia Mountain, go to my uncle, what you said yesterday, I have already remembered, the road to cultivation is hard, you must practice diligently, if you and I can meet again one day, I will try to find you." ”

Qin Haoran, this kid, actually left quietly alone, but Xingchen knew that there was also a big cultivation sect on the Chixia Mountain he said, that is, the True Pole Sect. The land of Zhongzhou Xiuzhen, there is Shengyun Mountain in the north, there is Chixia Mountain in the south, these two mountain ranges, there are two major schools, only the true school and the true pole gate, the Chixia Mountain people are outstanding and spiritual, and there are many talents in Xiuzhen. Qin Haoran went there, and the path of cultivating the truth was immeasurable.

After waking up and washing, I was about to go downstairs, but I heard a very crisp and pleasant voice from a girl in the courtyard below the inn: "Senior aunt, my brother has taken the pill and is he feeling better?"

This voice sounded very familiar, Xingchen couldn't help but look downstairs, but saw a girl standing in the courtyard, she was graceful, graceful like a willow, dressed in white and snowy, extremely beautiful in the sun.

Isn't this girl exactly the Murong Shuang he is looking for, why is she here, why is she calling the boss aunt aunt. Could it be that this proprietress is also a member of the Ferris Sect, she asked her brother if she was okay, isn't Murong Shuang the son of Murong Zheng? Why is there another brother, she has never heard of it. In short, Xingchen's mind was completely disturbed by these sudden questions.

"Your brother has taken your pill and is much better, he is upstairs, you go up and see if he is up. The hostess replied.

"Well, okay, I'll go upstairs and have a look. Murong Shuang smiled at the proprietress and walked briskly towards the stairs.

"Murong Shuang's brother lives upstairs, does he live next door? No wonder I heard a man's cough last night. Thinking like this, Xingchen was thinking about going next door to see who her brother was.

At this time, Murong Shuang walked upstairs, and when she saw Xingchen, she was very surprised: "Xingchen, why are you here?

This time, she didn't call her brother in her mouth, and Xingchen was used to listening to it. But Murong Shuang's question, he didn't know how to answer, so he deliberately scratched his head and said, "Master asked me to go to the town to buy some daily things for the Alchemy Hall, but I didn't expect it to be here." What a coincidence, hehe, what a coincidence. Xingchen smiled stupidly.

Murong Shuang didn't talk to Xingchen again, but walked straight to the next room.

"Brother, are your injuries better?" Murong Shuang walked to the bed and said to the young man on the bed.

Xingchen hurriedly walked over, he wanted to know who Murong Shuang's brother was.

On the bed, the young man was sitting cross-legged, his hands spread flat, slowly lifted, as if he was carrying true qi. Xingchen took a closer look, and that person was not Lian Shaojie. He always thought that Murong Shuang liked Lian Shaojie, but now he found out that Lian Shaojie turned out to be his brother.

Lian Shaojie had a wound wrapped in red gauze on his body, could it be that he really suffered a sword wound as Danzu said, because only those who were injured would use the Breeze and Blue Blood Pill, and Murong Shuang went to the Alchemy Hall to find him, just to save Lian Shaojie.

"Brother, let's not go back to Xingfeng. That Murong Zheng has dealt such a heavy hand to you, if you go back, I'm afraid he will kill you. Murong Shuang looked at Lian Shaojie's wound distressedly.

Could it be that Murong Shuang is not Murong Zheng's daughter, she calls Murong Zheng by her name. She called Lian Shaojie brother, so she said that she was the daughter of the Dark Rakshasa? Murong Zheng attacked Lian Shaojie, why did he kill Lian Shaojie, all this made Xingchen too puzzled in his heart, Xingchen hid outside the door and watched for a while, secretly speculating in his heart.

"Brother, if I stay here for a long time, then the people in the Ferris Sect will follow me, so take care, I'll come and see you after a while?" Murong Shuang smiled at Lian Shaojie and turned out of the room as he spoke.

As soon as Murong Shuang left the room, Xingchen, who had been hiding outside the door, turned around and walked down the corridor to the bottom of the stairs.

"Stop!" Murong Shuang suddenly shouted behind Xingchen.

Xingchen's heart sank, turned his head, blushed, and said in a slurred voice: "I didn't ...... Didn't ......."

Murong Shuang covered her mouth and smiled: "It's nothing, I just asked you to wait for me, you said no, you haven't gone to the town to buy anything yet, that's right, let's go soon!"

As he spoke, Murong Shuang raised the Wind Bamboo and stepped on it.

"Hurry up, don't go, I won't wait for you. She had already flown to the front, turning back to Xingchen.

"Oh. Xingchen also hurriedly picked up the wind bamboo and stepped on.

"Is this far from town?" asked Xingchen after him.

"Why, haven't you been yet? It's not far, but it's not close, you'll know when you get there. ”

Murong Shuang gently brushed her hair that was blown by the wind, and Xingchen felt very beautiful.

"Miss Shuang'er, is Lian Shaojie really your brother?" Xingchen couldn't help but ask, Xingchen thought to himself that Shuang'er didn't call him brother, and he wouldn't call Shuang'er sister......

"Why are you asking this question?" Murong Shuang didn't really want to answer, as if she wanted to avoid the question.

"I'm just curious, if it's inconvenient for Miss Shuang'er to say it, forget it. Xingchen smirked.

"If I say that Lian Shaojie is my own brother, will you believe it?" Shuang'er glanced at Xingchen, this is a fact and there is no need to hide it.

Xingchen knew that Murong Shuang didn't want to talk about this, so he changed the subject: "Are you going to go to the town to buy something, Shuang'er." ”。

"I don't buy it, didn't you say you were going to buy something for daily use?" Murong Shuang shook his head, moved his steps slightly on the Wind Bamboo Guard, and replied softly.

"But—" Wake up and stop.

"But what?" asked Murong Shuang.

Xingchen wanted to say that he didn't bring any money, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

This is the weather of early autumn, the trees have not yet withered and withered, there is still a bit of vitality, stepping on the wind bamboo flying, you can vaguely feel the cold air against the skin.

After flying for about half an hour, I only heard Murong Shuang say: "It's here!"

Xingchen looked ahead, and sure enough, he arrived, this town is the town where he first came to meet the Qingniu Daoist, this town is called Yinchi Town, and it is also a very prosperous market town.

Although they hadn't entered Yinchi Town yet, they had already come down from the Wind Guard, and they wouldn't let the townspeople see them flying on the Wind Guard.

It's been a long time since I've been to the town, and Xingchen feels that there are a lot of novelties, and this town is much more lively than before, maybe it's because there are no swaggering demons.

"Hey, why are there so many people around there, what are they looking at, I'm going too!" Xingchen suggested.

"You go first, I want to see this hairpin, you help me choose, which one is beautiful!" Murong Shuang turned around, where could he still see Xingchen, Xingchen had already crowded into the crowd of onlookers.

Xingchen squeezed into the crowd and saw an old man in his fifties, painting portraits there.

The old man was a painter, but he was dressed like a Taoist. In front of him was a black table with an inkstone and rice paper, and the rice paper was spread out and the portrait began.

He paints portraits of passers-by for free, and his paintings are indeed very good, which can be described as lifelike, and the women he paints are full of spirituality with eyebrows like smoke and water, eyes like clear springs. Whenever he painted a beautiful woman's physiognomy, he had to leave a foundation, and no one knew his intentions, perhaps just for his own appreciation.

"Master, there is a demonic aura here!" the magic weapon of awakening the dust issued another warning.

Xingchen looked back at the demon qi of so many people around him, and asked, "Where is this demon qi?"

"It's on the painter's body!" said the magic weapon life and death party with certainty.

"But he looks like a Taoist priest!" Xingchen can't see a monster with his naked eyes, and he doesn't think he's a monster in his heart.

The magic weapon life and death Fang said: "He is really a monster, the current monster, he likes to use the life of a Taoist priest to cover himself, if you don't believe it, you can try!"

"Okay, then I'll try it for you!" said Xingchen.

At this time, the painter had just finished painting a portrait, and Xingchen walked up to him and said to him, "Master, can you paint a picture for me?"

The painter looked Xingchen up and down, shook his head, and said, "I don't paint a portrait of a Taoist priest." You'd better go. ”

"Can't I give you money?" Xingchen obviously had an empty pocket, but he pretended to be very rich.

"I don't paint when I give money, this is my principle of painting, I never paint Taoist priests. The painter said.

"And what exactly do you want to paint?" asked Xingchen, puzzled.

"Look at my paintings here. The painter pointed to the table, and when he woke up, he saw that the table was full of women's paintings, and it turned out that all his paintings were charming women.

"Is it okay for you to see me like this?" said a girl's very gentle and crisp voice.

Xingchen looked back and saw that it was Murong Shuang. Why did Murong Shuang come, she actually asked for a portrait of a teacher. Xingchen was really surprised.

If the painter is really a monster, whether Murong Shuang will be confused by him, or lose his mind, Xingchen is very worried.