Fox Demon: Start with Tushan Fox Demon’s childhood sweetheart

Lin Yan waved his right arm lightly, a stream of blood flew down, and the remaining blood on the blade was also thrown off.

After the blood splashed around the four-in-one circle, the blade had been retracted into its sheath.

Tu Shan Qingye knelt down on the ground, watching all this in disbelief, her mind was blank.

Looking at the belongings scattered all over the floor, Lin Yan took off his outer robe, checked it briefly, put it into the outer robe and tied it as a package, and did not stay here for a long time.

Although Qingye seemed to be quite frightened, it was impossible to calm down for a while, Lin Yan quickly picked up Qingye and returned to his small hut.

Putting Qingye in front of the couch, without stopping, he packed up all the things that should be taken away, Lin Yan cleaned up calmly, no matter how heavy the luggage was, he could take away a little more.

After all, now, he had to move out of here.

Lin Yan didn't know who Mr. Qian met before coming here.As long as there is a person who knows his whereabouts, it will be a matter of time before the Taoist temple and the Taoist League come here.

Lin Yan packed all his luggage in two large sacks filled with iron sand, but he didn't feel the slightest effort on his back.

"Lin Yan...I'm so scared..."

Lin Yan turned her head to look at Qingye, her petite body was trembling, after all, she was facing the threat of death just now, and it was the first time she saw someone she knew kill someone, so it is quite rare to be able to stay awake now.

"Leave this place first, it will only become more and more dangerous in the future."

Carrying two big bags, Lin Yan made Tushan Qingye disguise into a human appearance, and took Qingye away from the home where he had lived for seven years.

As far as the disguise technique is concerned, it is quite easy for the fox demon.

"Where are we... going?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. In short, I can't go to a place with many people. I still have to find a remote suburb and settle down first, and then make plans."

"As long as we leave this place, our situation is not too dangerous now."

On the deserted land, Lin Yan picked up the green leaves, and the two ran all the way.

The waning moon hangs high in the night sky, and after walking for a few miles, under the light of the moon, you can already see the sparkling lake. Occasionally, a couple of boatmen dock their boats on the lakeshore, and the boatmen are still dozing off.

Lin Yan put down the green leaves, approached to wake up the boatman, paid the money, and walked around to the other side of the lake.

On the boat, Lin Yan held Qing Ye's hand to calm her down, thinking about what happened just now.

Lin Yan basically understood what was going on when he listened to the conversation between Senior Brother and Young Master Qian by the stream just now.

According to Mr. Qian's virtue, he would definitely not spend time deliberately destroying corpses and eradicating traces of ordinary people who could be killed whenever he wanted.

Probably because he found that the 'Jade-faced Fengjun' Ximen Chuisha was nearby after the murder, and he knew that he would be caught at any time, so he didn't have the confidence to mess around again, so he had to hide the aftermath.

Yumian Fengjun Ximen Chuisha, this person has never been seen since Lin Yan came to this world, but he is too familiar.

He is not a member of the Dao League, but he is extremely popular in the human territory and has a high status. He claims that even the Dao League will give him three points of courtesy,

Even if his strength can only be regarded as a strong one among the young generation of the Dao League, and has not yet reached the level of the elders of the family, but from the perspective of reputation, it is true.

With his status, it is reasonable to make the person surnamed Qian afraid.

As for the phrase 'I won't let you go', even if you think about it with your feet, you will know that it is a nonsense used by the surname Qian to bluff people. After all, Ximen Chuisha is not a noble person.

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After about a stick of incense.

The body of the eldest brother had already floated away along the stream, and the two bodies of Mr. Qian and the woman he had killed lay quietly in the same place, exuding an indescribable smell.

This smell is mixed with the burnt smell left by the flames in the air, making people feel even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly the fallen leaves on the ground began to spin and rise, borrowing the ground, and accompanied by the sound of "hula", a gust of wind blew up.

After the snow-colored hurricane dissipated, a white-faced scholar with a gentle appearance and extraordinary elegance shook his feather fan and stood in front of Lin Yan's small hut.

Suddenly, the feather fan stopped suddenly, and a hurricane rushed out from the center of the small hut where Lin Yan had lived for seven years. The wind contained profound magic power, and when it scraped across the wooden planks of the rock wall, it was like sharp knives were born one after another. , destroying the small hut in seconds.

"Are you late?"

The speaker is Ximen Chuisha, the 'Jade Faced Lord of the Wind'.

Ximen Chuisha is a well-known No. [-] figure in the Taoist world. Those who admire him call him "Jade Face Fengjun", while those who fear him will call him another name—"Feng Guo Leave no head'.

Seeing the two corpses in front of him, the corners of Ximen Chuisha's mouth twitched, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, his mood was rather complicated.

"Interesting... Really interesting..."

"I think at this moment, seeing that something surnamed Qian is going to happen, and it ended up costing his own life, it's ridiculous."

"Now that I originally planned to sell his talisman at a high price, I can't sell it. Who is going to cut my money..."

As Ximen Chuisha was talking, he suddenly noticed some peculiar smell in the air. He raised his head and sniffed it. The scorched smell of the flames still lingered in the air.

"Can't even blow my 'Snow Mist Imperial Fan' clean? His Dao power has improved."

"Aside from other things, this kid's fire-type talisman is already very good. Even if he is not weaker than brother Chi, his power is still a bit weaker."

"The person who killed him should have some strength. But if he is stronger than him, who would be willing to kill this cash cow?"

"But it's good this way, I can just use his death to make a fortune. After all, it's his father who is rich, not him...hehe."

Chapter 19 Relocation

Human Territory, North Town.

The funeral affairs of the Qian family took place for half a month.

The richest man in Bei Town, Qian Qianzhu, walked into the funeral venue with snot and tears, and the jewelry on his body jingled, just like his son.

Attending the funeral this time, in addition to the countless servants of the rich man's family, there are also experts from all walks of life in the Dao League. They have all been favored by the rich man in the past, and rushed to attend the meeting in order to repay the favor.

"Masters...you...you must find that person for me..."

"I want to pay in blood...I want that person to never be reborn!"

"Whoever can avenge my son will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

Hanyu Jianshi's eldest son, Shitang, and Chi's eldest son, Chihuo, the little fire god, these two men should be the most prestigious two of the participants, and they are also leaders of the younger generation.

Of course, Chihuo's strength is extraordinary, slightly stronger than Shitang's, and Shitang's cold jade swordsmanship is far superior to all the masters here.

Sitting at the banquet, Chihuo and Shitang were already deeply exhausted listening to the crying and complaints of the rich man.

"Why does my father insist on forcing me to attend such a boring funeral... It's really annoying."

"Be patient. After all, you can earn quite a lot of silver by showing some face. The Qian family never treats money as money."

"This small amount of money, based on our family backgrounds, can only be said to be more or less. Unless you can avenge him, but if you don't even know who the murderer is, how can you take revenge?"

The two whispered to each other. At this moment, a man in white suddenly stepped out from the door of the auditorium.

"It's him?"

"'Jade-faced Fengjun', Ximen Chuisha? Is he here today?"

The two looked at the man in front of them together, only to see Ximen Chuisha walking to the funeral venue calmly, with no hint of sadness on his expression.

Ximen Chuisha's reputation in the Dao world is not small, he is one of the very few well-known Daoists who have not joined the Dao League, and now that he broke into the funeral hall of the rich man like this, he must have come prepared.

"Ximen Chuisha... Could it be true what you said to me a few days ago? Do you really know who killed my son?"

The rich man asked in surprise.

"Brother Qian doesn't believe what my brother Ximen said? It's so sad."

Ximen Chuisha shook his feather fan.

"I have already investigated clearly. I was nearby when the incident happened. Your son fought against a man with a sword, and he used a fire talisman to fight desperately."

"As for the swordsman, hehe. I'll definitely recognize it if I look at it again."

"Brother Qian, you are also aware of my Ximen brother's lightness kung fu. As long as you give me a little more time, brother Qian, I will definitely dedicate his head to you."

The rich man wiped away his tears and said loudly: "Okay! Brother Ximen, I believe that your wind element Taoism is powerful, and you will definitely be able to tear the murderer into pieces!"

"Do you need me to send a master to assist you? I have here..."

——— "No need, I like to act alone, which is why I don't participate in the Daomeng. If Brother Qian insists on asking for help, I won't interfere in this matter."

"Brother Ximen, what are you talking about! I don't get involved, just don't get involved!"

Today's funeral ended faster than usual, and the rich man seemed impatient for Ximen Chuisha to find out who the murderer was.

Ximen Chuisha walked out of the auditorium. He had heard the rich man's words early on, and he was full of thoughts on how to spend the 1000 taels of gold.

'Hehe... I was the one who told him the news of his son's death, and I was the one who brought the corpse. If I don't earn the money, who will earn it? '

"His son has so many enemies, as long as he kills a swordsman with good skill at random, and at the same time avoids offending the Daomeng as much as possible, this matter will be over perfectly. '

'As for the real culprit...hehe, who cares.The real culprit should live in the wilderness, and he probably doesn't care about the affairs of the Tao. In the end, I'm the only one who benefits? '

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Lin Yan and Tu Shan Qingye got off the boat, rented an ox cart and ran for two full days and nights, before arriving at a small village in the eastern suburbs.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Tu Shan Qingye's emotions have calmed down a lot.

She originally knew that Lin Yan knew some swordsmanship, after all, the swordsmith couldn't swing a sword, but it was totally unreasonable.

However, Lin Yan's strength still made it difficult for him to accept for a while. She was not afraid of Lin Yan's betrayal of her, but she just felt that since that day, Lin Yan seemed to have become an unreachable existence.

However, under the care of these days, Tu Shanqingye finally began to feel that Lin Yan was still the Lin Yan he knew, and he just didn't know this person well enough, and he wasn't calm enough to face those cruel killing scenes.

In this cruel society, as a monster living in a human settlement, Tushan Qingye has long needed to overcome these problems, and she seems to feel that she has grown a lot.

"Lin Yan, we will live near here from now on..."

"Not necessarily. It's better to go to a more remote location, but it's better to stay here for a few days to see the situation."

When he came to the inn at the post station, Lin Yan randomly distributed dozens of copper coins to the shopkeeper. After renting two private rooms, Lin Yan opened the luggage he was carrying to have a look.

It's full of Mr. Qian's belongings, there are more than [-] large and small packages, and I don't know how he can fit them.

Lin Yan poured out all the coins in the package, and there were more than 30 ingots of gold alone. Lin Yan couldn't help but sigh that Qian was indeed a cultivator, and he usually trained with weights. No wonder ordinary Taoists can't compare with him.

It is convenient to exchange all the jewelry and gold into silver, and Lin Yan has an extra sack of silver. Now, even if he is unemployed for a long time, he can live easily.

Temporarily there is a place to live, the next thing Lin Yan has to do is to have enough food.

In the past two days of driving the ox cart, Lin Yan and Tu Shanqingye only had two meals, and their stomachs were already growling with hunger.

Especially Lin Yan, his system has basically not increased in the past two days, how can this work?