The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 192 Please ask grandma to make the decision for Xiaoqian

“I guess so…” Wang Yi smiled, turned around and looked in the direction of the path outside the temple, and joked: “Brother Yan, your old friend has come to visit you, you must entertain him well.”

"Old friend?" Yan Chixia was stunned, and walked to the door and looked around in confusion.

But on the path among the dead branches and leaves, everything seemed quiet and eerie. There was not even a ghost shadow, let alone a human figure.

Ning Caichen saw Yan Chixia's ferocious face and quickly hid behind Wang Yi. Although he was afraid, he still warned:

"There are wild wolves in the forest. If any friends really come, you'd better go and check them out to avoid any accidents."

As soon as he finished speaking, the trees near the path shook.

A figure dressed in black, with copper armor on his chest and a black square hood on his head, stepped on tree branches and rushed towards the temple.

The man had a long sword hanging on his waist, a resolute face, sharp eyes, a strong and upright body, and looked strong and powerful.

He leaped out of the woods, and after a few rises and falls, he stood steadily on top of a Buddha statue, showing his superb light-body skills.

"Yan Chixia, come out and fight!" Xiahou Swordsman's eyes were sharp and he instantly locked onto Yan Chixia who was standing at the door of the incense hall of the temple in the distance.

He had been longing for this battle for a long time. After hearing about Yan Chixia's whereabouts, he rushed here as soon as possible.

But for some reason, he lost his way as soon as he stepped into the forest. After wandering around for a long time, he finally found the Lanruo Temple that made people shudder.

"It's him!" Ning Caichen shrank his neck in fear. After killing several people on the official road, the other party was still able to eat dry food calmly. He would never forget such a murderer.

Yan Chixia turned back helplessly, looking at Wang Yi's expression of watching a good show, and said helplessly: "This is not an old friend at all, it's just a big trouble."

He was really helpless against Xiahou Swordsman, who had been chasing him and challenging him for seven years in order to gain the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world.

Who could have thought that this bastard was so perseverant that he could even chase us all the way to this damn place called Lanruo Temple?
Wang Yi chuckled and encouraged, "Brother Yan, show us your sword skills. I guarantee this guy will turn around and leave, and he won't come to cause trouble again."

Yan Chixia rolled his eyes and raised his hand. The sword box beside the bed in the side room opened automatically. A three-foot-long sword with a cold glow shot out and was caught by him with ease.

He took a step forward, and after a few rises and falls, he came to a place where he stood on top of the Buddha statue not far from Xiahou Swordsman.

"Brother Xiahou, is the reputation of the world's number one swordsman really that important? Listen to Yan's advice, you should leave this strange place, Lanruo Temple, as soon as possible, so as not to bring yourself into danger."

Yan Chixia pointed his sword at the ground and tried to persuade him helplessly. Although he knew it was useless, he still couldn't help but give him some advice.

Xiahou Swordsman's face turned cold, his eyes narrowed, and he sneered: "Stop fussing, come and fight!" With a clang, the long sword was unsheathed, and he stomped on the Buddha statue's head with his right foot, and rushed out quickly.

He used the Immortal Pointing the Way move and stabbed straight at Yan Chixia's forehead. The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the air, making a hissing sound.

Yan Chixia's eyes narrowed slightly, his body stood still as a mountain. When the long sword was approached, he slowly dodged the sword by turning sideways.

"You look down on me?" Xiahou Swordsman missed his target and showed anger on his face. He twisted his body in mid-air and swung his sword diagonally upwards, aiming straight at Yan Chixia's neck.

"Why bother..." Yan Chixia sighed softly, knowing that if he didn't show some skills today, he would not be able to make Xiahou Swordsman retreat.

Immediately he flipped his wrist, and the sword in his hand seemed to come alive, swimming like a dragon, and from an incredible angle, it struck the sword that was about to hit his neck.

With a clang, the two swords collided, creating brilliant sparks that were extremely dazzling.

Xiahou Swordsman's body froze for a moment, and then he flew backwards uncontrollably.

Yan Chixia moved, stepped forward, and swung the long sword in his hand in a mysterious trajectory, crossing the chest armor of Xiahou Swordsman.

Hiss—a cut was made on Xiahou Swordsman’s chest armor, revealing the skin of his majestic tiger’s mouth.

Xiahou Swordsman was horrified. He steadied himself, raised his hand and touched the cut on his breastplate, his face full of disbelief.

He almost got hurt in just one encounter. When did Yan Chixia become so strong?

"You really have hidden your strength!" Xiahou Swordsman came to his senses and immediately growled with a ferocious expression. He rushed out quickly, the long sword in his hand trembled rapidly, and rolled up several sword flowers, sweeping towards Yan Chixia.

The cold light flashed, the sword shadows crisscrossed, and the sharp sword energy cut the air with a whistling sound, and swept up the fallen leaves and dust all over the sky.

Yan Chixia frowned, took steps one after another, his figure erratic, and while dodging the attack of Xiahou Swordsman with mysterious body skills, he casually thrust out the long sword in his hand, leaving a sword mark on his clothes.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Xiahou Swordsman acted like a madman, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the corner of Yan Chixia's clothes. Instead, the sword marks on his own clothes became more and more.

clang clang...

Dang Dang Dang...

The two men leaped back and forth between the Buddha statues in the attic, their bodies moving through the air. As swords flashed, the sound of metal clashing could be heard.

Countless sword marks were left along the way, and wooden fences were broken and wood chips flew everywhere. The wind was howling, and the energy was overflowing. Countless fallen leaves were surging in the night sky.

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back and watched the fight between the two.

Xiahou Swordsman's strength barely reached the innate level, while Yan Chixia could only be regarded as a master without using the Qiankun Borrowing Technique and the magic sword box.

The martial arts skills of the two were not very strong. With their martial arts skills alone, they had almost no ability to resist the thousand-year-old tree demon.

There is only one Zuo Qianhu in this world. With his own martial arts, he can fight against the monsters with a thousand years of cultivation, but he is only capable of fighting.

Thinking of this, the idea of ​​spreading martial arts in this world came into his mind.

However, due to the imbalance between the three realms of heaven, earth and man, this world has more evil than good, and it cannot be spread as freely as in other worlds.

Ning Caichen held onto the door frame of the incense hall with both hands, and looked at the two people fighting fiercely in mid-air. He said anxiously, "Little Taoist priest, quickly tell them to stop, otherwise someone will die."

Wang Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the two people fighting fiercely, and said loudly: "Brother Yan, stop playing, be careful of the tree monster in the dark."

Yan Chixia's eyes narrowed, and he no longer showed mercy to the other party. He casually swung away the oncoming sword, turned around and kicked out with a powerful kick.

With a dull thud, Xiahou Swordsman's body was struck by lightning. He flew backwards and landed heavily on a Buddha statue, smashing it to pieces.

Xiahou Swordsman coughed up a mouthful of blood and lay listlessly in the rubble, his eyes full of unwillingness and disbelief.

How could he accept that the sword skills he had practiced for many years were so vulnerable in front of Yan Chixia?
"Yan Chixia, have you been playing tricks on me all this time?!" Xiahou Swordsman gritted his teeth and roared, struggling to get up and continue fighting.

Yan Chixia landed gracefully on the ground, stretched out his sword and pressed the sharp blade against Xiahou Swordsman's throat.

Seeing the bloodshot in his eyes, he held his forehead with a helpless look and said, "Seven years, seven years! You have been entangled with Yan for seven years, and you have been defeated for seven years. Is the title of the world's number one swordsman really that important?"

"Of course it's important! More important than life!" Xiahou Jianke's neck veins bulged, and he glared at Yan Chixia and growled.

He is not afraid of defeat and is willing to die under the opponent's sword.

But in the past seven years of fighting, the other side has been playing tricks on him, which he cannot tolerate! "It's hopeless..." Yan Chixia shook his head, ignored Xiahou Swordsman, put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the temple incense hall.

Ning Caichen hesitated for a while, but finally rushed out of the incense hall and came to Xiahou Jianke's side. He helped him up with great effort, muttering: "The world is full of love. Don't always think about fighting and killing. This is not good..."

Xiahou Swordsman snorted coldly, pushed Ning Caichen away, bent down to pick up the sword on the ground, and while enduring the pain, he rushed out of the temple. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the forest.

Ning Caichen staggered a few steps, then sat down on the ground unsteadily. He ignored the pain in his buttocks and raised his hand anxiously, shouting, "Hey, where are you going? There are wolves in the forest. You will die if you leave like this."

Wang Yi looked at Yan Chixia who was walking towards him and reminded him, "This guy is about to die, why don't you keep an eye on him?"

Yan Chixia frowned, walked into the side room quickly, bent down to put on the sword case, turned around and walked hurriedly out of the temple. When he passed by Ning Caichen, he reminded him in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, stay by Master Wang's side."

After saying that, he did not stop any longer and followed Xiahou Swordsman's footsteps and chased after him.

Ning Caichen stood up, rubbed his aching buttocks, and muttered, "This bearded man is so fierce. What's the matter with death? It's really unlucky."

Turning around and looking at the Taoist priest at the door, he bowed and said, "I need to stay in Lanruo Temple for one night. I hope you will forgive me for disturbing you."

"This is an ownerless temple in the wilderness, you can do whatever you want with it." Wang Yi said, turned around and went back to the inner room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Ning Caichen walked into the main house, came to the door of the inner room and peeked out. Seeing that the Taoist was meditating with his eyes closed, he turned around and left.

He scratched his head, looked around, and walked towards the empty house on the right. When he entered the house, he put down his bamboo basket and started to work slowly.

As the candlelight lit up, Ning Caichen sat cross-legged behind a broken wooden table, took out pen, ink and account book, and began to copy carefully with a frown.

woohoo hoo...

The night wind was blowing gently, the candlelight was swaying, and a purple figure flashed by.

In front of the window outside the door.

Xiaoqing's eyes were cold, and her jade-white skin was faintly visible under her purple gauze skirt. She stood by the window, looking at Ning Caichen who was busy with his work, with a cold light flickering in her eyes.

Suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her figure flew back and disappeared into the mist floating around.

"A-choo—" Ning Caichen sneezed suddenly, raised his hand to rub his shoulders, and muttered: "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

He raised his head and looked around, finding nothing unusual, and then continued to copy with his head down.

……

The night deepened and the wind howled.

Behind Lanruo Temple, a towering locust tree stood, surrounded by dense forests, and a magnificent mansion was located under the tree. Mist was surging around, and from time to time, strange shadows passed by, appearing eerie and terrifying.

The lobby of the mansion.

A tree demon grandma in gorgeous black clothes slowly walked into the hall, guarded by six beautiful female ghosts.

When Nie Xiaoqian saw the tree demon grandma coming, she quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Xiaoqian greets grandma."

The tree demon turned around with her sleeves swung, staring at Nie Xiaoqian with a gloomy face. Her voice was sometimes male and sometimes female, which seemed extremely strange: "Where is the little Taoist priest? You come back empty-handed like this, are you worthy of the training that Grandma has given you?"

Nie Xiaoqian quickly knelt on the ground, a helpless look on her face, and explained: "It's not that Xiaoqian doesn't want to lure the little Taoist priest here for grandma, but the big bearded man lives in the next house, Xiaoqian dare not act rashly."

"It's this damn old Taoist priest again! He always ruins my good deeds, damn him!" The tree demon grandma growled with a ferocious look on her face.

Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing came together. As soon as they entered the hall, Xiaoqing mocked with a joking look on her face: "Oh... Sister Xiaoqian's acting is so convincing. You deceived grandma like this. Aren't you afraid that you won't even be able to be a ghost?"

“Hmm?” The tree demon granny glanced at Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing with cold eyes, her tone icy cold: “Shaoyin is so weird, explain your words clearly to granny.”

When the two girls heard the tone of the tree demon grandma, they all showed fear on their faces. How could they still have the courage to act like demons?

Xiaoqing bowed quickly and reported: "Grandma, Xiaoqian is lying. Not only did she enter the temple hall, but she also stayed there for a long time before coming out. I saw all this with my own eyes."

The tree demon grandmother suddenly leaned over and grabbed Nie Xiaoqian's hair. Seeing the panic in her eyes, she was furious and growled, "Bitch! How dare you lie to me?"

Nie Xiaoqian endured the severe pain, raised her neck and said anxiously: "Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense. Xiaoqian sneaked into the temple incense hall and found the big beard. If it weren't for the alert hiding in the dark, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back this time."

Xiaoqing sneered and asked bluntly, "Really? I heard from Xiaoqing that you and the Taoist priest and the bearded man were talking and laughing."

Nie Xiaoqian ignored the two girls and stared at the tree demon grandmother seriously. She was about to cry and said, "Grandma, if he really ran into the bearded man, would he let Xiaoqian go? They are clearly slandering me. Please help Xiaoqian."

The tree demon grandma's eyes flickered, and her face looked even gloomier. She loosened her hand that was grabbing Nie Xiaoqian's hair, turned around, picked up the whip from the maid, and with an angry look on her face, she whipped Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing one after another.

"Ah! Grandma, spare me! What I said is true. I saw it with my own eyes."

"Grandma, spare me... I just heard it from Xiaoqing, and I didn't mean to slander Xiaoqian."

"Spare my life..."

Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing rolled on the ground begging for mercy. The look in their eyes when they looked at Nie Xiaoqian changed. They were puzzled as to why she had changed so much today.
"Huh? You still dare to quibble!" The tree demon grandma frowned and increased the strength of her hands.

"Grandma! A swordsman had a fight with a bearded man, and now both the bearded man and the swordsman have left Lanruo Temple. Now there are only the young Taoist priest and a newly arrived scholar left in the temple. Xiaoqing is willing to lure these two here for you."

Xiaoqing didn't dare to have any more thoughts and immediately spilled the beans about the situation at Lanruo Temple.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qing immediately volunteered, "Xiao Qing is also willing to bring these two here so that Grandma can have a good meal."

Xiao Qian's eyes flashed with a strange look, and she quickly turned over and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy for the two girls: "Grandma, please calm down. If what Xiao Qing said is true, this opportunity is rare, and you can't miss it."

"Hmph! You two should learn more from Xiaoqian so that grandma can worry less." The tree demon grandma snorted and threw the whip at the trembling maid beside her.

She leaned down, stared at Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Grandma will give you one chance. If you fail, you will die!"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the two girls' slightly changing expressions, and a hint of pity flashed in her eyes. Although she felt reluctant in her heart, she no longer tried to be a good person like she did in the past.

"Grandma..."

The tree demon granny raised her hand and blew the two girls away, sneering, "Stop bargaining and work for me right away!"

Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing looked at each other, stood up and bowed with an ugly expression, then turned around and flew out of the hall.

Xiao Qian stood up, tidied her appearance, and slowly walked to the tree demon. She bowed and said, "Grandma, do you want Xiao Qian to come with you to take a look?"

The tree demon granny retracted her gaze and said in a cold voice: "The Black Mountain Old Demon's wedding party will arrive in five days, just stay with the granny."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and left in a hurry.

It was worried about Xiaoqing and her two daughters, so it naturally had to take action personally to ensure this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

(End of this chapter)