Moon Emperor

Chapter 295 Can You Have a Name?

Since it was Duan Yan's own choice, Su Yan didn't continue this topic, but said: "I can understand your thoughts, but it's okay to make a promise with your body."

"Now you can stay with me for the time being. I still have something to do in this small world. I'll take you back when I'm done."

This result was not what Duan Yan expected, but she was still a little disappointed in her heart, so she could only nod sullenly at the moment.

Su Yan took out the sword pill left by the purple-clothed demon king, sat down cross-legged again, injected spiritual consciousness and magic power into the sword pill, and began to sacrifice slowly to wash away the spiritual imprint left by the original owner.

If Ziyi was still alive, such a magic weapon of Taoist level would spontaneously resist, and even attack those who tried to sacrifice by itself.

But because the original owner had already died at this moment, although the Bixiao Xuejian struggled a bit, emitting a ray of murderous intent and blood, the movement was not too big.

After Su Yan mobilized the power of the original bright moon to suppress it, it completely lost its sound all of a sudden, allowing Su Yan to toss slowly.

Of course, even so, it is impossible for Su Yan to consummate the alchemy in one fell swoop like the nine-rank lotus altar.

Su Yan didn't intend to do that, he only needed to do the preliminary sacrifice, which would take a day or two.

If he were still in the third realm, this time would be measured in years, which must be said to be terrifying.

When Su Yan's realm is raised to the sixth realm in the future, the initial sacrifice of Dao artifacts can be compressed to less than one or two hours. In short, the efficiency is completely linked to the cultivation base.

About a day and night later, it was still late at night, and the snow that had stopped for a period of time during the day began to rise again.

During this period, Duan Yan silently stood by Su Yan's side, and because she had nothing to do, she helped him build a hut to protect him from the wind and snow.

Su Yan originally clasped the sword pill in his lower abdomen with both hands, closed his eyes and practiced silently with his heart turned to the sky.

But at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a gleam of emerald green light in his eyes.

Immediately, the sword pill leaped up from his palm, and turned into a three-foot-long, blood-colored, murderous sword light in the emerald green!

Su Yan pinched the sword formula with his hand, and with a finger, the sword light split into thousands of extremely thin sword wires in an instant, cutting and smashing the surrounding igloo, turning it into a piece of ice mist~
Su Yan twisted his hand again, and thousands of sword threads returned to the shape of sword light. They shot up into the sky and turned into hundreds of feet in size, and then fell like thunder, turning into needle-like sharpness.

It can be said that you can do whatever you want, it can be long or short, big or small.

Seeing this, Su Yan let Jian Guang shrink into the shape of a sword pill in satisfaction, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

This sword pill is really interesting to play, and when confronting the enemy, Su Yan only needs to open his mouth, and the sword light will shoot out immediately, it can be said that killing can only take a moment.

It was the first time for Duan Yan to see this kind of flying sword, and she was a little surprised when she saw it for a while, and she couldn't care less about the igloo she built "brick by tile".

"Let's go." Su Yan took the lead to go northeast.

The jade pendant left by the purple-clothed devil is still there, but it is hard to say if it is still in the hands of the original owner. It may have been pawned by the Orion couple a hundred years ago. I am afraid that it may have been circulated by five or six hands.

But Su Yan still has to look, this is the only clue now, otherwise he can only try his six-yao magic calculation with an unknown success rate.

Duan Yan naturally followed, she now cherishes every minute and every second she spends with her benefactor.
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Qingni Ridge is named for its high and rainy mountains and muddy roads.

Since it was cold winter at this time, the road was not covered by mud, but by white snow. The only thing in common was that it was very difficult to walk.

There is a dilapidated mountain temple at the foot of the mountain. It is late at night. Those who pass by here will rarely take the risk of climbing the mountain on a snowy night, especially the steep Qingniling. Go on the road early.

Strange to say, all kinds of wilderness, ghosts and fox stories always seem to happen in similar ruined temples.

In fact, it’s normal to think about it carefully. There are not many places to rest in the wild. There are no shops in front of the village or in the back. Aren’t the most common places are monasteries and temples?The difference is that some still have incense, and some are completely abandoned.

At this moment, there is an immature boy of eleven or twelve years old in this mountain temple, who is pestering the parents around him and asking: "Father, mother, you said wait a minute, will there be a female ghost or a fox demon?"

"Hey," a young, well-dressed woman glared at her son, "Don't go to your father's study to peek at those miscellaneous books, they are all fake, stories about coaxing poor scholars, where in the world come from? Where did the demon come from?"

The people around the fire immediately burst into laughter, and the boy's father, who was dressed as a scholar, scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Even if there are, they are still cannibals. Don't trust strange women, you know?" The young woman did not forget to teach her son in due course.

The boy just nodded a little ignorantly, but the curiosity in his eyes did not diminish.

This couple looks young and light, but they are a couple who have already become famous in the world. The man is called "Holy Hand Scholar" and is good at using a pair of judge pens; Law.

Because the two of them are not only strong in martial arts, but also have a sense of justice. They have done a lot of good deeds in the past, and they still have a bit of reputation in the world.

Especially Feiyanjian Lu Yan, she was born in the famous Yanzi Villa in Jianghu. Her father Lu Danian's martial arts has entered the innate realm, and his strength is unfathomable.

In this way, outsiders naturally respect the couple more.

Although it was late at night, the mountain temple was quite lively. Three fires were lit at a distance from each other, and each fire was full of people.

Moreover, the people in the temple seem to be dressed up by people from the Jianghu, both monks, Taoists and laymen, and most of them carry various long and short weapons around them.

The vast majority of them breathe evenly and long, exhale loudly, and some of them even have high temples. It can be seen that they are people who have achieved success in inner martial arts, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Many people from the rivers and lakes gathered here tonight for some unknown reason; in addition, although the people by the several fire pits were obviously not of the same number, they restrained each other and did not fight, but just ignored each other.

The number of people sitting by the fire with the scholar and his wife was the largest, there were twelve or three people, and they talked and laughed quite boldly.

During this period, a middle-aged man took off a wine bag from his waist and tried to trick the child into drinking, but Lu Yan naturally stopped it in time.

But the child was rebellious and clamored to try it, which caused a burst of laughter.

Perhaps because they felt that this group of people was too noisy, an old cripple with an iron crutch beside a fire on the right side of the temple sneered, "Okay! What a decent family, what a chivalrous couple, okay! A bunch of heroes."

"It's just that old cripple, I didn't expect that the Yao family's wedding banquet has not even started, and all the heroes will enjoy it first."

"I advise you all to save some energy and perform well when you arrive at Yao's house. After all, Mr. Yao is not here, and neither is his own father named Murong."

Although it was only a few short sentences, the old man was extremely capable of teasing and ridiculing. He not only scolded those people once, but also added an accent when pronouncing the surname of "Mr. Yao". A martial arts family [Cixi Murong] also got scolded.

This caused the heroes beside the fire to change their colors, and the faces of the scholar couple also sank, only the young man was ignorant and didn't understand why.

"Hmph! Old cripple, you have the ability, but you went to Murong's family to fight for your life? What's the use of lip service here?" the middle-aged man said dissatisfied.

"Hehe, we don't have to argue with this kind of person. I guess he has even prepared the congratulatory gift. When he sees his master tomorrow, he might wag his tail more diligently than a pug." Another man with the appearance of a scribe echoed his companion.

The couple remained silent and lost their initial interest. They just whispered to coax the child to go to bed quickly, and stopped asking questions.

The old cripple was still not convinced, but the person next to him pulled him.

This person was dressed mysteriously, wearing a coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, a hat with a deep brim, and a mask on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But the old cripple seemed to be in awe of it, so after being signaled by the other party, he obediently shut up, as if he couldn't hear the ridicule of those people.

In addition to the two of them, there were two other people beside the fire, also dressed as people from the Jianghu. Most of them were silent, just watching the crackling fire without moving.

Beside the innermost fire in the temple, there were also seven people warming up. They were headed by a tall old man in white clothes.

The old man looked at least sixty or seventy years old, and his face was full of grooves left by the years, but his eyes were piercing, his hands were thick and covered with calluses, and he looked like a master of foreign martial arts.

Seeing that he didn't get involved in this scene, he just lowered his head and sighed invisibly.

As time went by, seeing that everyone stopped talking, the boy became sleepy, and his eyelids began to twitch.

Just when he was about to fall asleep next to his parents, he suddenly found that the surroundings became quiet one after another. At first, everyone just stopped making noise, but there were still whispers in private.

But within a few short breaths, all human voices disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind and snow outside, and the sound of the burning fire.

The boy was so frightened that he came to his senses. He hurried into his father's arms, fearing that it might be a ghost.

However, there seemed to be no ghosts. After the boy opened his eyes wide, he realized that everyone in the temple was fine, but each of them was frowning, meditating, or listening attentively, as if they were paying attention to the movement outside the temple.

"Someone is talking." The old man in white clothes frowned and said in a quite sure tone.

"It's getting closer." The old cripple suddenly turned around and stared at the entrance of the temple.

This made some "low hands" who didn't hear anything at first, but only saw everyone like this, and then calmed down, and became nervous. They even grabbed the weapons subconsciously.

The young man was a little puzzled, he came whenever anyone came, there are so many people in this temple, what is there to be afraid of?It's not a ghost again.

Instead, the scholar couple looked at each other, and Lu Yan lowered her voice and said, "No footsteps?"

Scholar Xiao Hejin nodded slightly, "It's true that I didn't hear the sound of stepping on the snow, and at this moment, I can't even hear the sound of talking."

"It's a ghost!" Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but say out in horror. His volume was a little out of control, which suddenly made everyone more nervous.

"Knock, knock~" As soon as the young man finished speaking, there was a dull knock on the door, and then a soft and pleasant female voice sounded.

"Excuse me, it's hard to walk on a snowy night. We, master and servant, are passing by here. We saw a fire in the temple. Can we come in and have a rest?"

At this moment, the eyes of the boy whose mouth had been covered by his mother opened wide, and he kept grabbing his mother's hand, trying to tell everyone that they must not open the door, it must be a female ghost!
It's a pity that Lu Yan's hand was not so easy to remove, the young man could only look at the old man in white clothes, and responded to the visitor with a calm voice, "There is no owner in the barren mountain and wild temple, you two please go your own way."

Obviously, this old man is the most powerful among the heroes present, so no one has any objection to his words.

After hearing a "squeak~", the old door was pushed open, and a man and a woman entered calmly outside the door.

This man is very young, he is wearing a simple but clean cyan Taoist robe, his head is tied in a bun, his appearance is delicate and handsome, his eyebrows are like swords, and his eyes are like stars. Although he walked from the snow, his body is spotless.

He carried a square wooden box on his back, dressed like a Taoist priest grinding mirrors walking around the streets, but he had a detached and calm demeanor, which was not comparable to ordinary people.

The woman is also young. She is wearing a light pink dress with a sword at her waist; her skin is fair, her face is beautiful, and her figure is also excellent.

Her demeanor looks as weak as her voice, but her expression is somewhat heroic, which makes her look very different from ordinary women.

At this moment, the attention of ordinary people in the temple is on this pair of mysterious master and servant.

But those masters, such as the white-clothed old man, the old cripple, the scholar couple, all focused their eyes on the external scene that disappeared as the door closed.

When they saw it clearly, they couldn't help showing a look of astonishment. There really wasn't a single footprint on the thick snow outside? !
How did the two of them get here?Did you fly over?
"Taxue Wuhen, you two are so handsome." The mysterious man in cape and hat beside the old cripple suddenly spoke.

He looked relatively calm, just staring at the fire, not paying attention to the direction of the door.

The mysterious man's voice is a little hoarse, and it should sound like a man, but he can't tell his age.

"It's just the inheritance of the wild Taoist temple, so it's not worth mentioning." The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi said modestly.

The people who came here were naturally Su Yan and Duan Yan. In fact, Su Yan noticed the movement here when the boy in the temple mentioned the "female ghost and fox demon".

He had been eavesdropping for a while, and thought it was interesting, so he brought Duan Yan over to have a look.

By the way, because no one here knows him, Su Yan took off the human skin mask early on.

"You are young and young, but you have such an outstanding level of lightness kung fu. Dare I ask you, do you have a name for walking in the rivers and lakes?" The mysterious man asked proactively.

"It's easy to say," Su Yan clapped the shocking boudoir that he didn't know when he felt it. "First there is Hongjun and then there is heaven. Gods and demons are in front of immortals and Buddhas. They are born only. One chaos is one year. Poor Dao Moss, see All fellow Taoists."

After Su Yan finished his "setting poem" in a serious manner, he saluted in a dignified way.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, what the hell was this guy talking about? ?It's about gods and Buddhas, and it's about immortals and demons. You put it here for storytelling, or it's about myths and ghosts.

(End of this chapter)