The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 388 Yan Chixia, Sword Immortal School

"This black coffin should be the evil object of Zhao Guizhen's practice of evil methods. It may leave hidden dangers here."

Seeing that Zhao Guizhen was dead, Xu Xian quickly took out two talismans and ignited the black coffin and mountain ghost corpse on the ground, and heaved a sigh of relief watching them turn into ashes.

"It's strange, this forest is full of monsters, Zhao Guizhen is not a monster after all, why is he entrenched here?"

After a general inspection of the surrounding area, no other monsters were found, so Xu Xian spoke strangely.

Song Xing had just arrived and didn't know anything about it, so hearing the words naturally couldn't answer her doubts.

Although Miss Xu Xian was pretty, she was obviously used to using strength to solve problems, so she stopped thinking about it if she didn't think about it.

Seeing that there were no other monsters, the two returned to Lanruo Temple with the half-dead Wounded Soul Bird.

When they came to the entrance of Lanruo Temple, they found a man wearing a gray bat-pattern suit, carrying a long bow, a long sword in his waist, and a bamboo hat standing outside the temple with his back facing them.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the man turned around, revealing a middle-aged face with a beard and a bit of vicissitudes under the bamboo hat.

"Uncle Yan, why are you here?"

Seeing the bearded man, Xu Xian said in surprise.

"I followed Nanao to Yanshan. On the way, I received a letter from your master Feijian, saying that a big monster will be born in Wuzhou, and the brothers need to work together to kill the monster, so I rushed over to have a look."

The bearded man glanced at the soul-wounding bird that was weak in Song Xing's hands, then turned to Xu Xian: "Who is this?"

Xu Xian quickly introduced: "Uncle, this is Song Xing, the Taoist brother I just met, and this is Yan Chixia, my uncle."

A look of astonishment flashed in Song Xing's eyes, he cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Hero Yan, I've admired him for a long time."

Yan Chixia cupped her hands heroically, and asked directly, "Where did the soul-sorrowing bird in Brother Song's hands come from?"

Xu Xian quickly talked about the sword prison ghost attacking Lanruo Temple just now, they pursued them, and Song Xing beheaded Zhao Guizhen.

After Yan Chixia finished listening, a look of surprise appeared on her face: "I didn't expect that Zhao Guizhen had been so brutal for 40 years, beheaded countless righteous people, and died at the hands of Brother Song. With this thief's method, Nephew Xu is not his opponent. , Thank you Brother Song for your help."

Song Xing said: "Zhao Guizhen practiced evil methods and harmed young children. He will die without guilt. No one will turn a blind eye when he sees it."

Xu Xian nodded next to him and said, "That's right. This thief is punished by everyone. It's a pity that the bounty will be rewarded. By the way, Master, Master sent a message that our brothers and sisters will gather here at Lanruo Temple. Could it be that this big monster will be born here?" ?”

Xu Xianzao and Yan Chixia came to Lanruo Temple in half a day, and she searched all over the temple, except for the dilapidated ones, she didn't find any traces of monsters.

Yan Chixia shook her head: "Your master didn't mention it in the letter, and I don't know the details, but since even Zhao Guizhen covets Lanruo Temple, maybe there really is something in this temple."

Xu Xian muttered, "But no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary temple."

Yan Chixia pointed to Lanruo Temple, "Go in and have a look."

After speaking, he took the lead, crossed the threshold and hurriedly stepped into Lanruo Temple, and walked towards the majestic hall in the middle.

Seeing Yan Chixia walking away, Xu Xian asked Song Xing in a low voice, "Brother Song, have you ever heard of my uncle's name?"

Song Xing shook his head and said, "Never."

Xu Xian was taken aback, "But didn't you just say that you have admired me for a long time?"

Song Xing gave her a strange look, and said polite words that you couldn't hear, "Miss Xu looks upright, this hero Yan rushed over immediately when he heard that a monster was born, he must be a chivalrous person with justice in his heart, Song naturally admires it."

Before he figured out the world he was in, Song Xing didn't know whether the Yan Chixia in his memory was the same person as this Yan Chixia, so naturally he wouldn't say too much information.

"Famous teachers produce high-level apprentices, Yan Daxia is majestic and majestic, and eliminates all evils. Miss Xu seems to be a teacher from a famous family."

Which sect did Yan Chixia in memory come from?

Xu Xian smiled, and said somewhat self-confidently: "I don't dare to be famous. My Sword Immortal Sect is inherited from Huolong Daoist. Unlike Buddhism and Taoism, the cultivation is not inner alchemy or outer alchemy. The Sword Immortal Sect cultivates Gang Qi, Sword Gang !"

"Sword Immortal?"

Song Xing glanced at the long sword carried by Yan Chixia in front of him, and quietly glanced at the huge hammer in Xu Xian's hand.

"Hey, I'm born with great strength, and I'm impatient to make light swords. Anyway, my sect is cultivating. The first thing is to focus on qi, and the second is to weapons. Swords, guns, swords and halberds are your choice."

Seemingly aware of Song Xing's doubts, Xu Xian let out a hey, and then explained.

The two walked briskly, and crossed a short gravel road. The main hall in the center of Lanruo Temple was still ahead. Xu Xian seemed to be more talkative, chattering about Yan Chixia's life.

When Yan Chixia was young, she was not the bearded image she is now. Instead, she had a handsome appearance and looked like a scholar. After learning art in the mountains, she became a famous judge in the 26 provinces of Guandong and Guangxi. Corrupt officials, ghosts and ghosts who died under his sword countless.

Later, due to the advent of troubled times, Yan Chixia hated the darkness of the officialdom, resigned in anger, and ran around the world to kill demons and save innocent people.

Seeing more darkness in the world, Yan Chixia's sword heart became more transparent, and as time passed, her swordsmanship skills became more and more advanced.

After going through vicissitudes, Yan Chixia's personality has become more and more free and easy, and her image has gradually changed from a clear and bright scholar to a bold and unrestrained burly beard.

When the two of them entered the hall, Song Xing saw several people standing or sitting in the dilapidated hall besides Yan Chixia.

In the corner, an old man and a young man suspected to be two grandparents and grandchildren. The old man was wearing a linen jacket, with a hunched figure and a drooping head. He held the seven or eight-year-old boy in his arms and leaned against a small bamboo box. It looks like a craftsman running the rivers and lakes.

The middle of the main hall was cleaned out. A fat rich businessman in rich clothes was sitting on a chair. Next to the rich businessman was a beautiful young concubine who was serving the rich businessman to eat fruit.

Seeing Yan Chixia intruding, the wealthy businessman was startled, and then saw Xu Xian entering, his eyes lit up, he got up quickly and said, "Nvxia, you are back, the monster outside seems to have died in the hands of Nvxia."

"Don't call me a heroine." Xu Xian frowned slightly, his cold gaze stopped the rich businessman from advancing, "This temple is haunted by ghosts, and it will be dark soon. You'd better not leave the hall."

The wealthy businessman in front of him was Xu Xian who came here with a few guards shortly after he arrived at Lanruo Temple half a day ago. He said that he was out on a business trip. He passed by Lanruo Temple. Seeing that it was getting late, he planned to rest here for the night.

And the pair of grandparents and grandchildren came to Lanruo Temple before Xu Xian.

Xu Xian had secretly observed a few people, there was no demonic aura on his body, and it was not a demon's disguise, so he ignored them.

A few people could see clearly the attack of the sword prison ghost just now, they had heard the rumors of the monster in troubled times, and now in the deep mountains and old forests, they naturally pinned their hope of survival on Xu Xian.

"Women Xia, haven't all the monsters been caught by you and this hero?"

Hearing this, the wealthy businessman tremblingly pointed to the gloomy-looking Soul-Sorrowing Bird in Song Xing's hand, and asked in a trembling voice.

"These are just appetizers." Xu Xian looked at Song Xing who was still holding on to the Soul Wounding Bird, wondering why he didn't kill the ghost.

The soul-scaring bird is condensed by ghost energy, and it has been close to the human body for a long time. Even a person who is practicing will inevitably be eroded by ghost energy.

"Uncle, can you tell what is so magical about Lanruo Temple?"

Seeing Yan Chixia entered the hall, Xu Xian didn't say anything, thinking he had discovered something, so he leaned forward and asked.

Yan Chixia glanced at the concubine next to the rich businessman, then turned her gaze to the corner, and said, "Old Yu, do you know the origin of Lanruo Temple?"

(End of this chapter)