Jiuzun asked

Miss Mu'er looked at the portrait in Hu Huaniang's hand with drunken eyes, and said in her mouth, "This...isn't this my husband?"

Hu Huaniang smiled lightly and glanced at Xiao Wendao, if he hadn't been dressed in blood, he would have been very similar to the young Mr. Fuji.

"Huh...huh." Miss Mu'er snored lightly again.

"Even if you take out the portrait of Mr. Fuji, I'm afraid we won't look for him." Li Zhong said.

That Hu Huaniang looked at Li Zhong's expression, lowered her eyebrows and said: "I will never force others to be difficult, everyone, please see..."

I saw Hu Huaniang holding a light blue jade bottle in her palm, she turned her wonderful eyes to look at Li Zhong and Xiao Wen.

"Soul Sacrifice Bottle." Li Zhong said.

"Sir, it seems that you are proficient in the way of suppressing souls." Hu Huaniang said, put the soul sacrificial bottle on the wooden table, and said, "This is a wisp of the spirit of Mr. Teng."

"Oh, the spirit is still alive, he is not dead yet." Li Zhong mused.

Bang!

Hu Huaniang knelt down next to the three of them, lowered her eyebrows and kowtowed to them all.

"I don't lack people who kowtow. Even if you kowtow... we might not find Mr. Teng." Li Zhong's face remained motionless, with a hard-hearted look.

"If I kowtow, I can find Mr. Teng... Even if I kowtow to death here, I am willing." Hu Huaniang said with her head bowed.

"Get up." Xiao asked softly.

Hu Huaniang stood up and said: "Mr. Teng went to the Holy Ruins to find something. He left behind this strand of spirit for a thought. He must have found that thing and was trapped in the Holy Ruins. In a forbidden place."

"Oh, if there were no treasures in the Holy Ruins, no one would give up their lives. It seems that you want to use that thing as a bargaining chip." Li Zhong continued, "Let's hear about that thing."

"The scriptures of Wuxin Bingsheng." Hu Huaniang said.

Xiao Wenwen's complexion changed, his face was full of disappointment, and he did not conceal the loneliness in his heart.

When Hu Huaniang saw Xiao Wenwen's expression, she raised her eyebrows and said, "In the holy ruins, it is the place where a generation of warrior saints fell, and it is by no means the only treasure like the holy scriptures."

"Oh." Xiao Wen asked lightly.

He also knew in his heart that the impermanent Tiannizhu of the ghost clan and the Yin-eating clan of the Futian clan could not be accomplished overnight.

"Well, if you are looking for this scripture, and if Mr. Teng is unwilling...what should you do?" Li Zhong said in a deep voice.

"If he doesn't give it, I will pay with my life." Hu Huaniang said firmly.

"Hmph." Xiao asked softly, and stood up straight.

"If you find it, you can use the scriptures to offset it. If you can't find it, Huaniang can't hold grudges." Li Zhong said, with a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"That's it, that's it." Hu Huaniang said, and put Mr. Fuji's soul bottle in her bosom.

"How do you get into this holy ruins?" Xiao Wen asked.

"Tianxiangzong has a Taoist who went to the holy market recently, but..." Hu Huaniang pondered, and said straightforwardly: "It's just that Xiangzong had a lot of rules that day."

"It's not certain who sets the rules." Li Zhong said.

"Well, Tianxiangzong will have a recruiting meeting tomorrow, you can give it a try." Hu Huaniang said, and retreated out of the attic.

It wasn't until midnight that Miss Mu'er finally woke up, looked at her surroundings, and sat up.

She saw Xiao Wendao sitting cross-legged under the bed, she looked at the sharp-edged Xiao Wendao.Looking closely at Xiao Wenwen, he blinked his eyelashes a few times.

"Go to bed early." Xiao asked, closing his eyes and saying.

Like a frightened rabbit, Miss Mu'er straightened her body and lay down on the bed, wrapped tightly by the brocade quilt.

When she opened her eyes and glanced at Xiao Wendao outside the bed, there was no sign of him.

Pushing open the window, Cang Yue sat alone on the pavilion, her figure was as lonely as a wine bottle poured on a wooden table.

The next day, Miss Mu'er slept until the sun was high, looking at Hu Huaniang with a smile on her face.

"Where is my husband?" Miss Mu'er asked.

"They went to Tianxiangzong to try the recruiting option." Hu Huaniang said.

Miss Mu'er listened to Hu Huaniang's words, bent her body decadently again, and said, "Are they going to come back for dinner at noon?"

"Um, if I win the recruiting selection, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in Tianxiangzong." Hu Huaniang said.

She sat on the bed and straightened her body.Kicking off her embroidered shoes, she walked out of the house, crying, "Did he...abandon me?"

"Miss." Hu Huaniang shouted, watching Miss Mu'er rush out of the wine shop.

Miss Mu'er looked at Xiao Wendao standing in front of the restaurant, her eyes turned red and she shouted, "Why did you leave me behind, why didn't you let me go to the Holy Market with you?"

"If you stay in the wine shop, Hu Huaniang will definitely take care of you. The Holy Ruins is a dangerous place. If you can't protect your safety, you won't be able to save Dieyi." Xiao asked and murmured.

"You...me." Miss Mu'er said tongue-tiedly, but in the end she could only stand aside with her head bowed, without saying a word.

Xiao Wenwen stuffed the sweet lotus root cakes he had bought into Miss Muer's hands, and said, "If I can't come back, you can go back to Huanqiu Xianshan. Tell Dieyi that you don't have to wait any longer. Tell Banxia that you don't have to do it again." Lonely gravekeeper."

There were only a few figures, and the three of them could not be seen at once.

Miss Mu'er squeezed the candied lotus root pastry in her palm, and whispered, "If you don't give up, I will never leave. It's just...just when will I be able to fall into your heart."

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Tianxiangzong is located in the north of Bingsheng City. It has been established for [-] years, and the gates and pavilions are magnificent.

In front of the Taoist gate, there are dozens of people standing, not too many.

Those dozens of people looked sideways at Xiao Wendao and the three of them, standing with their arms around their chests.His eyes pierced into Xiao Wendao's pupils.

"All immortals." I only heard a Taoist in a sky-blue Taoist robe standing in front of the stone gate of Tianxiangzong.

Everyone looked sideways, watching the man clasped his hands and continued: "Tianxiang Daozong recruits people based on means. Those who are selected will be rewarded generously. Those who fail the election will not be allowed to step into Tianxiangzong."

"I don't know what Tianxiangzong's recruiting choice is for." Suddenly a person asked.

"Let's talk about being selected." After the man finished speaking, he turned his back.

The moment the person turned around, a sword energy burst out from the person's fingertips, towards the person who asked the question.

The man raised his sword to block it, but the sword energy was unharmed.

"The sword is broken, do you still have the face to stay here?" the Taoist pondered.

The person who asked the question glanced at the sword in his hand, a slit opened, and the broken sword fell on the dust.

In Tianxiang Dao Sect, there are green peaks standing in the back mountain.Amidst the roar of cranes, the three characters "Qianrenfeng" were engraved on the stone surface of the green peak.

"The selection of recruits depends on the means. Only ten people are selected, and everyone in the immortal way depends on their own abilities." The man said.

On Qianren Peak, a Taoist man in red stood, looking at the people at the foot of Qianren Mountain with disdain.

"Fudo Nanming." Someone recognized the person.

"Nanming Taoist of Ting Shengzong." Another person pondered.

"Well. The predecessor of Tianxiangzong is Tingshengzong, and he is the suzerain of Tingshengzong, Fudo Nanming. If you can hit him with a sword, you will be the winner." The man said.

"Fudo Nanming is the lord of saints, one sword... I'm afraid it is." Another person said.

"Each according to their ability, the winner is the king." The man stood aside as he spoke.

"And the losers are bandits. I didn't expect a saint to be reduced to this level." A Taoist in a plain white Taoist robe stood with his sword in his hand.

"Stay where you are, you can count." The Taoist of Tianxiangzong murmured.

The Taoist holding the sword stood up holding the sword in place, and a violent sword energy went towards Taoist Nanming.

A sword shattered his hair and injured a hair.

The man held his sword carefully, and the Taoists who were watching were all stunned and eager to try.

There are already five people who have been injured by the sword.There were a few people who were not injured at all.

Li Zhong wanted to slash with his sword, but Xiao asked with a smile and said, "I'll do it."

Without moving his body, the afterimage flashed away, and he disappeared in place out of thin air.

Fudo Nanming on the Qianren Peak was still standing there unscathed.Looking at Xiao Wenwen's unpredictable movements, he didn't expect it to be an "embroidered pillow."

"Quit Tianxiangzong immediately." The Taoist murmured.

"Heaven blesses Xiangmen." Xiao asked while looking at a stone tablet of Tianxiangzong.

"Hmph, don't you want me to drive you away?" the man said, his brows were full of anger.

"The winner is the king, and the loser is...death." Xiao asked where the word "death" was, and Wen Wen's sword pierced the man's forehead.

This sword was unpredictable, and the Taoists standing at the foot of Qianren Mountain were all stunned.

But Li Zhong had already raised his long sword and stood beside Xiao Wendao, his eyes full of murderous aura.

"Good boy." Fudo Nanming called out and floated down at the foot of Qianren Peak.

The disciples of the Tianxiang Sect looked at Fudo Nanming at the foot of the mountain, their bodies trembling.

"The root of the curse... the root of the curse, I said that keeping you is the root of the curse, but who knows that he will not listen to the persuasion, and will make you suffer the punishment of a thousand swords." On the main hall of Tianxiang Daomen, there is another person standing.

"Ruthless Taoist Lord Ruthless Sword, it's a pity that his mind is too small." Fudo Nanming said, and raised the sword of one person to kill.

The man stood with frowning eyes, looked at the murderous Fudo Nanming and said in a deep voice, "If it was 300 years ago, I would have died in your hands, but now..."

Fudo Nanming raised his sword, and the sword fell like the wind and slashed at the top of the man's head.

"You'd better kill yourself with such a morality." A stern look burst out in the man's eyes.

The arc of the sword is like a light, and the world moves.

On the white dome of Tianxiangzong, the two fought for a long time.Yunhe died under the sword energy of the two of them, no less than a thousand heads.

"Your sword is slower." The man murmured.

A sword pierced Fudo Nanming's heart, blood staining his clothes.Red clothes are redder.

"30 years ago, you didn't die. Now, you sacrificed my sword..." The man said, but his figure fell to the ground.

Fudo Nanming glanced at the Taoist lying on the ground, and said, "Meng Xia, do you still remember what killed me back then?"

With a mouthful of blood foam in his mouth, Meng Xiadao raised his voice and said, "Binding the immortals and trapping the gods, Tumi on the other side."

"Exactly." Fudo Nanming murmured, smashing Taoist Meng Xia's head with a sword.

Destroy the Yuan Mansion with one sword, and shatter the Immortal Golden Elixir with one foot.

"Bold and courageous." Fudo Nanming looked at Xiao Wendao and murmured.

Xiao Wenwen looked at Fudo Nanming, brushed a mist with his fingertips, and said, "Bi'an Tumi, a very poisonous medicine."