Sword of Coming

In the backyard of the ancient house and outside the embroidery building, a battle was going on.

The bearded swordsman who traveled far away just to slay demons, although his martial arts level is not too high and solid in the four realms, the sword in his hand is a very high-quality magic weapon. After infusing it with true energy, When the sword was drawn out, red light bloomed, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which was unstoppable.

The old woman who was guarding the Sanjin courtyard before turned out to be a hidden Qi practitioner of the Third Realm. However, she was old and lacked energy. She was still defeated by the big-bearded hero and the sword. She was defeated in a dozen rounds. The big man knocked him unconscious with the back of his knife, kicked him, and knocked him into the side room, where he passed out.

Originally, the old woman was not so unbearable, but she had been in the cage for a long time and had been infiltrated by the evil spirit gathered by the formation for a long time. Although she was not a shady ghost cultivator, she was naturally afraid of the masculine energy of the sword. Moreover, the bearded swordsman has traveled far and wide and has extremely rich fighting experience. The old woman's rapid defeat is indeed reasonable.

When we finally entered the courtyard, at first the male owner of the ancient house chose to fight off the enemy alone. He dropped into the courtyard from the beauty side and picked up a long sword that had been dusted for a long time. The sword body was as cool as water. He faced off against the swordsman, and the sword moved lightly. There was no head-to-head confrontation with the sword. Every time he drew the sword, it pierced the bearded man's key energy palace. The tip of the sword revealed a green sword light, bringing out a trace of sad and beautiful fireflies in the rain.

The bearded swordsman has the style of a warrior on the battlefield. He is unpretentious and unpretentious. Every time he strikes the sword, he is fast and fierce. His moves are neither complicated nor subtle. If you hit it, it will be over. If you hit it, you will be seriously injured. Against the superior swordsmanship of the man in black, the bearded swordsman still had strength to spare.

After showing him some clues, the man drew his sword even more swiftly, because he had some real fire, and cursed: "You birdman, you are obviously born in the righteous path of the immortal family. If you don't strive for the good path of immortality, why are you willing to fall?" ?! In the end, he became half-human and half-ghost, favoring this female ghost, causing harm to hundreds of miles around this place, which is deserted?! Do you think you should die?"

The bearded man shouted angrily, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed hard, hitting the man's sword with one blow, until both the man and the sword collapsed several feet away. The young-looking but gray-haired owner of the ancient house slipped all the way. , rain splashed under his feet, and he finally stood still, swallowing a mouthful of blood that rushed to his throat. The man with a withered expression twisted his wrist and shook a sword flower, instantly shattering countless raindrops near the tip of the sword, and the cracking sound was like Spring firecrackers.

The bearded man stepped forward heavily, holding a knife in one hand. The precious light flowed, shining on the whole arm and shrouding it in the light. The big man pointed at the man with one hand and glared at him, "Buddhists say that turning back is the end, you bully." Why don’t you stop this bastard who killed your ancestors?! Do you really think that I, Mr. Xu, dare not kill you as well?!”

That man spoke for the first time tonight. He was probably full of poetry and calligraphy. Although his voice was hoarse, like a dull knife sharpened by stone, his temperament was elegant and his expression was calm. Instead of saying anything bad, he joked: "Buddhist He also said that he would put down his butcher’s knife and become a Buddha immediately.”

The bearded swordsman looked around and glanced up at the beauty salon on the second floor where the door was closed. After looking away, he said with a smile: "Hey, you are still in the mood to gossip with me here. It seems that you have some support, that's right. Based on your background and your cultivation as a qigong practitioner who is at the bottom of the Five Realms, it is impossible to say that you have already built such a dirty family business in the past hundred years, otherwise the nearby gods of mountains and rivers would not treat you for what you did. , turning a blind eye. If I’m not wrong, although you must have no shame to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, you still have to do a lot of things like tiger skin outside, so that outsiders can’t dare to touch you. "

At this point, the big man was extremely angry, his face was like the angry eyes of the king in the temple statue, and his tongue burst with spring thunder and said: "Yes or no?!"

The man holding the long sword smiled and said nothing, with some sadness deep in his eyes.

The bearded man said sternly: "I gave you a chance to be a new man. If you don't want it yourself, then don't blame Mr. Xu for being ruthless in slaying demons!"

Before the man took out the sword, he sighed, feeling a little guilty, then bit his finger, drew talismans on the sword, and wrote a Qing Ci Dan book with his own essence and blood.

Qing Ci Bao Gao is one of the Taoist rituals. It is said that in ancient times, you can write to the gods, directly reach the heaven, and connect the heaven and the earth. Once you are sincere and accepted by the gods, various magical powers will come to you, such as writing to the gods of Leibu. Once the Qingci appears, he can even hold thunder and lightning in his hands and protect his body with a golden body. In a short period of time, he will be like a divine general of thunder who has come to the world, which is incredible.

"No wonder there is a remnant of the fine Qing Ci on the screen wall. You, a birdman, are actually an official disciple of the Shen Gao Sect. It's really hard to redeem yourself with a hundred deaths!"

The bearded man was so angry that he almost jumped, and he slashed out with his sword. With all his strength, the brilliance exploded, making the whole courtyard as bright as day.

For him, demons and ghosts are causing trouble in the world, and no matter how heinous their violent behavior is, a bearded man who is used to seeing weird things and miserable things will not be too shocked, because that is the nature of demons and ghosts. If they are kind to people, , that's a strange thing, so the bearded man always tries his best to kill, and he won't be so angry like today.

But a qi practitioner corrects his evil ways and uses his power to bully others, which is what makes the bearded man most angry.

The bearded swordsman was furious, his momentum was astonishing, and his sword was strong when he was strong. What's more, the sword was a magic weapon that all the masters in the world would covet. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with brilliant sword light and powerful aura. The agitation caused the rainwater that unfortunately fell in the small courtyard to turn into powder in the air before it even touched the green brick ground.

Although he used his master's secret skills, the man in the ancient house was too spiritless and his skin was rotten. He was like an old man in his twilight years. His realm was barely maintained on the threshold of the five realms, but his energy was running low early on. He was like a river bed that is wide but has little water source. The stream is almost drying up and bottoming out. This also makes the Qingci Baogao on the sword body have little effect on increasing the attack power of the long sword.

On the second floor of the embroidery building, a female ghost wearing a green dress and a blue skirt finally couldn't help but appear. She covered her face with one hand and held on to the pillar with the other.

As she appeared, on the other side of the courtyard wall, as well as the courtyard ground, verandah pillars, and tree roots as thick as arms, they shot out like crossbow arrows.

The bearded swordsman, who had already gained the upper hand, was suddenly surrounded by dangers, but he remained calm and undaunted. He moved around in the courtyard, dodging arrows from tree roots, and cutting off the hidden weapons that passed by him. The man had a heroic spirit and was in danger, but he laughed loudly and said: "The old witch is indeed a tree spirit ghost! If you come well, Mr. Xu will cut off all your roots and leave you alive when the time comes, and let you survive the scorching sun. Die from exposure!"

A young Taoist priest rushed from the verandah with a pair of yellow paper talismans on his calves, which made him run like a breeze, dazzling people. The young Taoist priest carrying a mahogany sword on his back shouted while running: "Master Xu, come to the trail. Help you kill the demon!"

The bearded swordsman was hit on the shoulder by a tree root. His tall figure used the huge momentum to spin in the air and cut off the tree root with one knife. The tree root that fell to the ground was still fluttering, and the one that retracted to the wall When he cut the root of the tree, there was black blood oozing out from the fracture, exuding a fishy smell. Coupled with the gloomy rain, the yard was full of miasma. Fortunately, the true meaning of martial arts in the big man was constantly flowing, and it was quite strong, like a layer of golden light protecting his body. He saw the young Taoist Coming over to join in the fun, the bearded man spat out a mouthful of blood and said with an angry smile: "Little Taoist priest, I appreciate your kindness! But don't do it a disservice. Take your friends and leave the house quickly! Just go to that small town and prepare some wine to reward Xu. This is a huge help!”

But the young Taoist priest was unwilling to leave just now. He had a duty to kill demons and eliminate harm for the people!

As a branch disciple of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, no matter how estranged the relationship is, no matter how far away from the Taoist holy land, across thousands of mountains and rivers, he is Zhangshan, no matter how unknown he is and his Taoism is meager. One of the tens of millions of candidates for the Zhang family's orthodox heavenly master!

The talismans affixed to the young Taoist's legs are the divine walking talisman purchased with a lot of money, which can last for about one stick of incense. The divine walking talisman, also known as the Jiama Talisman, as the name suggests, can help the user walk like a galloping horse, like an ancient god. Hunting in the wind. As a result, the Divine Walking Talisman has been ranked as the seventh grade among the nine ranks of the Talisman Alchemy Book. No matter how expensive it is, it is worth the money for a young Taoist who lacks combat power and is physically weak.

To capture the thief, capture the king first.

Taoist Zhang Shan made a sword gesture with his fingers, ran in the corridor, looked up at the second floor of the embroidery building, and said: "Urgent like a law, go!"

The mahogany sword behind him swung out from behind the young Taoist. With the slight shaking of his sword fingers, it did not directly kill the female tree spirit ghost on the pillar of the embroidered building, but took a big hit. Circle, draw an exquisite arc, and finally go around the pillar, stabbing the female ghost's face from the side.

Not only did the female ghost have to help the husband downstairs suppress the sword of the bearded swordsman, but she was also distracted by dealing with the mahogany sword whizzing through the air. She couldn't even bother to cover up her ugly face with one hand. It turned out that half of her face was rotten with flesh and blood. The maggots were crawling, the bones were miserable, and only half of the slightly complete face was left, which was also cracked like ice on porcelain. This disgusting and disgusting appearance would probably frighten a less timid ordinary man to death on the spot.

Several green branches as thick as a thumb burst out from the corridor pillars, clinging tightly to the mahogany sword that was just inches away from being nailed into the face.

In an instant, a silver talisman light the size of a soybean lit up on the peach wood sword, rolling up and down the sword. The gleam of light was the talisman gall, making the branches burn like a raging fire, with bursts of green smoke.

As if she was struck by lightning, the female ghost let out a heartbreaking cry. She quickly twisted her neck, not daring to look at the aura anymore. She suddenly waved her sleeves, and the branches that were almost burnt to charcoal were wrapped around her peach wood sword, and she was thrown in together. In the boudoir of Xiulou, after the female ghost turned her head, due to the too big movement, the blood clots and maggots on her face were thrown onto the beauty's back. The female ghost sobbed softly, not sure if it was pain or embarrassment.

"Yingying!"

When the man holding the sword saw this scene, he let out a soft cry. He couldn't help himself, and called out the female ghost's maiden name. The man was heartbroken and said sadly: "You are going too far! Why are you colluding with the mountain god of the Yin Temple and forcing you so hard?" We couple?! Although Zhuo Jing is a ghost, he never does harm to anyone. For more than a hundred years, apart from using my own energy and blood to maintain Zhuo Jing’s vitality, I have only used the ancient house as an eye, absorbing three hundred people in a radius. The yin and filthy energy in it is just that, but it is the obscene mountain god who seizes the luck of the mountains and rivers for his own cultivation. One of you claims to be a hero, and the other is a Taoist, why don't you go to trouble him, but come here to be aggressive?!"

At this point, the man holding the sword laughed angrily and said, "Just because our husband and wife are not 'human beings' and the man named Qin is a mountain god, do you think there is a clear distinction between good and evil?"

The sword-wielding man with rotten skin and almost no energy and blood held the sword across his chest and stared down at the bright sword light. Once upon a time, the sect was majestic, with green mountains and green waters, cranes roaring, and a paradise in the cave. He also practiced there. He practiced swordsmanship and read every book of Qing Ci Bao Gao. He was once a young handsome man who was expected to reach the fifth level. But suddenly a letter from home was sent to the mountain gate, saying that the girl he was his childhood sweetheart and a matchmaker was seriously ill. The most famous doctor in the county has no chance of saving his life. The letter home just asks him to practice cultivation peacefully, because even if he goes down the mountain, he will probably not be able to see the woman for the last time. At the end of the letter, his father also hints to him that this marriage will never become his An obstacle to moving up in Shen Gaozong in the future.

He burned family letters and went down the mountain with his sword in hand.

When she returned to her hometown, the woman was already dead.

He insisted on going his own way, using a secret technique of the Shen Gao Sect and writing a soul-calling talisman with his own blood. He took the woman's body and her remaining soul with him, and rushed to the deep mountains and forests overnight. He would hide in caves at sunrise and rush at sunset. He hurried on the road, trying to find a place with strong Yin Qi, hoping to help her return to Yang. Over the next hundred years, he spent all his money, effort, and cultivation to build an ancient house and steal ancient treasures. The wood core of an ancestral female elm tree in the Elm Country was used to fuse the woman's soul with the wood core using the evil secret technique of transplanting flowers and trees. There was nothing left under her dress, only the roots of the tree. The whole ancient house was both a helper and a helper. To extend her life, she also drew the ground as a prison...

They worshiped heaven and earth together on the embroidered tower, worshiped their parents from afar, and finally worshiped each other as husband and wife, and they have been dependent on each other ever since.

Only the woman's personal maid never abandoned them and never left them, transforming from a black-haired girl into a white-haired old woman.

Forget the past.

The man holding the sword murmured: "If the world is like this, it would be meaningless for us and my wife to survive."

The bearded swordsman stopped his sword, stretched out a hand, raised it high in a gesture of truce, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the secret during this period?"

The man smiled miserably and said: "The God of the Mountain has been coveting the ancient house for a long time. I knew at the beginning of this spring that the little cultivation I had left could hardly resist the insidious temptations of those sneaky people, so I had to violate my conscience and my oath, I wrote a secret letter to the sect, hoping that the sect could send a god from the middle five realms to help scare the mountain temple. However, no news has been sent back since the mud cow entered the sea. This is normal. The sect is not treating me right. Killing them all is enough to be benevolent and righteous. Who would be willing to get involved in such scandalous things? If I were on the mountain and heard about this sect scandal, I would probably want to go down the mountain and clean up the family."

Taoist priest Zhang Shan came to the bearded swordsman and explained in a low voice: "The magic talisman on Xiaodao's leg does not have much time left. If they cheat, Xiaodao will really have to retreat with his friends."

Taoist Zhang Shan suddenly smiled and said, "But I think what the man said is true."

The bearded swordsman is in a bit of a dilemma. His heart is full of ghosts and his smiling face is like a monster. Things in the world are unpredictable.

If there is really a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect who is willing to come here, even if it is just an outer monk in the second or third realm, he can prove the innocence of the ghost man and the tree ghost woman in the ancient house.

Shen Gaozong is the leader of Aquarius Continent Taoism, and there is a Tianjun as the Dinghai Shenzhen. To put it bluntly, even a handyman disciple cleaning the steps of the mountain gate, I am afraid that his words are more effective than the head of a small sect outside.

The four people present, although the battle had come to an end, still did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Especially the woman who stole the core of the ancient elm tree. Before that, she had been well protected by the male owner of the ancient house. However, in this battle, she was chopped off countless roots by the bearded swordsman, and was even frightened by the peach wood sword. Although she knew deep down in her heart that such a day would come sooner or later, when the day came, she still panicked. She only felt that she would always be a burden to her husband, and the guilt in her heart became more and more intense.

Her heart was in turmoil.

It's been like this for hundreds of years.

At this moment, two surprisingly powerful auras appeared on the second side of the courtyard. One person was wearing a Taoist robe and fell from the sky. For some reason, he did not go straight to the embroidered building, but chose to land there. Although the men and women in the ancient house had heard about the fighting there before, it was true that the enemy was currently facing them. They were busy dealing with the bearded swordsman and had no time to distract themselves to find out. They just thought that the old woman, who was a maid, had regained consciousness. Stopping an insidious villain who sneaked into an ancient house.

Then soon there were the Yin Temple Mountain God and the White Deer Taoist, who came and went in an even greater hurry.

He also said weird things about "his destiny is to fly the sword" and "the sword fairy", as if he had encountered a real mountain god and didn't dare to take action, so he hurriedly retreated far away.

The bearded swordsman said softly: "Little Taoist priest, go and take a look."

Taoist priest Zhang Shan was stunned. Although the bearded man spoke calmly, the meaning revealed in his eyes was to ask him to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

The young Taoist was speechless, feeling agitated and sad.

Fortunately, he finally met someone with the same ideals. He was willing to sacrifice his life to slay demons and defend the Tao. He was as strong as before in the dragon's pond and the tiger's den. This was exactly the person he longed to be most in his life. The sad thing was that he was always so useless and insignificant. .

The young Taoist didn't say anything. He silently drove the mahogany sword back from the embroidery building, took it in his hand, and relied on the magic talisman on his leg for the last moment before turning around and walking quickly.

The sword-wielding man in the courtyard frowned and thought deeply, wondering whether the changes there were good or bad.

Could it be that Shen Gaozong really sent his disciples down the mountain here?

The woman was worried about his body. She was at the end of her fight. This battle was more like a drumbeat. She no longer cared about her manners and moved forward slowly. For the first time, her huge body, which was covered by a blue dress and a tall embroidered building, It appeared that the beauty's back on the second floor was broken open, and she looked like a woman standing on a huge tree stump and fell into the courtyard. Behind her was a large section of old tree roots slanting in the air.

She stretched out her hands tremblingly and held the man's face, babbling. She only hated that she couldn't speak.

The man comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid. It's impossible to say that the sect really sent people to rescue him."

Seeing this scene, the bearded swordsman sighed and leaned his sword on the ground, thinking that the couple in front of him, even if they were really evil-minded ghosts, could not fake this affection.

After scaring off the Mountain God of the Yin Temple and the White Deer Taoist, Chen Ping'an picked up the Jiawan ball, put it among the square objects, and then quietly rushed to the verandah of the third or fourth courtyard, ready to control the two flying swords at any time. Kill the enemies separately. On the fifteenth day, he instantly killed the sword-wielding man. On the first day of the year, he was responsible for delaying and killing the tree enchantress. However, just when Chen Pingan was about to let the two flying swords snatch out the sword-raising gourd, he found that the battle had stopped. , the two sides had no intention of fighting for the time being. Chen Ping'an listened to the heartfelt words of the man from the ancient house, who seemed to be showing his true feelings, and was a little unsure of the authenticity, so he began to hold his breath and concentrate, standing silently behind a pillar that covered his figure.

When the bearded swordsman asked Taoist Zhang Shan to leave, Chen Pingan thought for a moment, pointed his toes, raised his body, stepped on the pillars of the corridor, and shot towards the third courtyard. His body was high on the hand-chaosu corridor. In a flash, he patted his hands lightly on the beam in front of him. He moved up like a fish floating in the water and passed through it smoothly. He soon returned from the third entrance to the second entrance yard. He landed floating on the ground and stood in front of his original residence. Sitting on the threshold at the door of the wing, the young Taoist priest rushed over as soon as Chen Pingan sat down on his butt.

"Chen Pingan!"

Taoist Zhang Shan said angrily, "Let's grab our things and leave quickly. Knight Xu wants us to go to the town quickly. Things are twists and turns. I won't be able to explain for a while..."

Chen Pingan stood up and suddenly pointed to the door of the ancient house, "Someone broke in."

After entering the door, a group of people put away their oil-paper umbrellas, walked around the screen wall, folded into the verandah, and strode towards their courtyard.

This group of people were all dressed in simple, elegant and exquisite Taoist robes, with fish-tail crowns on their heads, one of the three Taoist religions. There were five Taoist priests, old and young, male and female, and they had extraordinary momentum.

The leader, the old Taoist, should be the leader. In the night, his eyes are still bright and radiant. At first glance, he is an accomplished Taoist among the gods.

The remaining four people were young Taoists of a weak age. They were holding copper bells and carrying long swords with black scabbards on their backs. The sword spikes were a long string of golden silk knots, which were extremely eye-catching.

There was a pair of boys and girls who looked very similar, with arrogant expressions. One had a long black rope hanging from his waist, and the other had a beautiful green and yellow bamboo whip slung across his waist.

There is also a child with a smile on his face. Because he is the smallest and has the shortest legs, he walks particularly gracefully and struttingly. He is carrying an inconspicuous long piece of wood in his hand, but it has the inscription "All ghosts bow their heads" inscribed on it. Ancient characters.

The young Taoist laughed softly and said, "Master, you are a human being, not a monster."

The old Taoist nodded and ignored Chen Pingan and Zhang Shan who were standing at the door of the wing, and walked straight forward. When the men and women behind him passed by them, they were not interested in Chen Pingan, who was carrying the wooden box and the two swords. They just looked at him. After taking a few glances at the Taoist crown and robes of Taoist priest Zhang Shan, they seemed to feel a little fresh.

The five Taoist priests just left the two of them behind. After the old Taoist stepped into the third courtyard, he shouted angrily: "Yang Huang, the evildoer! Why don't you come out and plead guilty!"

The sword-wielding man downstairs felt mixed emotions when he heard this familiar voice.

Fortunately, the old Taoist was an undoubted inner disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, which meant that his letter for help had worked. Although the sect had already deleted his Taoist priest genealogy, it still did not intend to ignore it, but If someone really sent people down the mountain to investigate the matter, it meant that the mountain god named Qin was destined to walk around without food.

But there was also a greater worry in the man's heart. The old Taoist and he were of the same generation. They were the proud sons of heaven who entered Shen Gao Sect in the same year. Their masters were brothers, and their masters were the same person. But the two The relationship between them is extremely bad. When they were practicing in Shengaozong, the two were incompatible with each other. Now one is an unattainable immortal master, and the other is a lowly scoundrel who is neither human nor ghost. If the old Taoist takes revenge, he will What can be done?

Behind the old Taoist, not behind Yang Huang, is Shen Gaozong, who has a Taoist master sitting at the mountain gate.

The man holding the sword asked the woman to hide behind him. He gently stabbed the long sword into the ground. He no longer held the sword, faced the veranda, and bowed to the end. "Yang Huang is willing to accept the punishment of the sect."

The old Taoist walked into the Xiulou Square with high spirits and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Yang Huang, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, you are doing well."

The bearded swordsman turned around and saw clearly the attires of the five Taoist priests. Instead of approaching the immortal masters of Shengaozong, he cupped his fists at the man who was bowing and said, "Tonight, Mr. Xu offended the virtuous couple. , I sincerely apologize! If necessary, Mr. Xu will definitely come forward."

The bearded man has been traveling around the world for twenty years, and his eyesight is so sharp that he can see through Yang Huang and the old Taoist master of Shen Gaozong at a glance.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, nothing more than that.

Those polished Taoist priests, old and young, only lacked the words "decent people" plastered on their foreheads.

Taoist Zhang Shan sighed with emotion, "He is worthy of being a Taoist priest from Aquarius Island." Looking at his belongings and clothes, the young Taoist from Juluzhou felt a little ashamed of himself. However, he couldn't bear to worry about the bearded swordsman, so he took Chen Pingan away from him. Followed, and finally squatted beside the verandah railing.

The old Taoist priest of the Shengao Sect had already led four juniors from the same sect who had gone down the mountain to practice, and walked into the dilapidated square. He held the palm of his hand behind him and quietly made a gesture unique to the sect. The other four people immediately flew out and took their respective positions. The position surrounded the men and women of the ancient house. Among them, the man with a sword was standing on the high wall. Looking at this posture, it didn't look like the pomp and ceremony expected when a patron arrived.

A man named Yang Huang reached out and held the ugly female ghost's hand, and said softly: "I wish to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives."

The female ghost was still speechless and whining, but everyone present knew that she was saying the words "I wish to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives."

Just for a moment.

The straw-shoe boy who originally planned to watch indifferently burst into tears.

Even he himself was a little confused.

My childhood memories have long been blurred, and I can’t remember many things clearly.

But there was one scene that Chen Pingan still clearly remembers. His father was a dull man who was not good at words. He might have only said one love word in his life, "Can we continue to be together in the next life?"

The demure woman who was mending clothes at that time just smiled and asked, "Why are we not together anymore?"

At that time, Chen Ping'an was nestled in the woman's arms. He was too young to have any feelings about these words involving life and death, but his parents' looks and expressions at that moment were remembered by the child.

As time goes by, after his parents leave, Chen Pingan will feel more and more that if he really likes someone, a lifetime will not be enough.

So there was such a scene.

Taoist Zhang Shan accidentally noticed something strange about Chen Ping'an and wiped his cheek. He was a little confused. No matter how hard the rain fell, his face wouldn't be covered with rainwater, right? What's more, this torrential rain has now turned into a gentle drizzle, so it doesn't matter even if you don't hold an umbrella.

Zhang Shan was a little worried and asked: "Chen Pingan, are you okay?"

Chen Pingan quickly wiped his face, forced out a smile, shook his head and said: "It's okay, there are so many weird things tonight, it's too scary. I'm a late-minded person. I didn't care about being scared before, but now it's okay." , only then did I dare to let go and cry."

Taoist Zhang Shan had an expression of admiration on his face, reached out and patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder, turned his head, suppressed a smile and said, "Just pretend I didn't see it."

The old Taoist Shen Gaozong looked around, and finally looked at the man standing straight in the ancient house with a smile, and said: "Things are different and people are different. What a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks. Yang Huang, what do you think the poor Taoist will do with you?" ? Do you mean to act in accordance with the sect’s golden rules and act according to the rules? Or do you mean to act in accordance with the personal relationship between you and me and not act in accordance with the rules? "

The man in the ancient house gritted his teeth and remained silent.

But in the end, he would kneel down and beg for mercy, just asking for mercy from this immortal master of Shen Gaozong.

The bearded swordsman was about to speak. He must speak up and speak without vomiting!

The old Taoist turned his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he shouted loudly, "Everyone else, please shut up! Shen Gaozong is cleaning up the sect, and no one else is allowed to point fingers!"

The bearded swordsman was so angry that his eyes were bleeding, and he wanted to slash at him with his sword.

But in the end I could only sigh in despair.

If outsiders dare to interfere in the household affairs of such a large sect, their death will be in vain.

This is true in the rivers and lakes, and also in the mountains.

It's the same everywhere I go, and I feel suffocated everywhere.

At this moment, Chen Pingan turned around and quietly handed a ball to Taoist Zhang Shan, "Zhang Shan, from now on, we don't even know each other. Please accept this..."

Taoist Zhang Shan pushed him back, leaned his head and whispered softly: "Chen Ping'an, you must not act recklessly. As long as you take action first, you will be completely unreasonable. To deal with these righteous immortal masters, Xiaodao knows how to deal with them. I'm sure It's more effective than fighting. Remember, when I get beaten up later, don't help me, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."

Chen Pingan asked: "Is this okay?"

The young Taoist priest said with a bright smile: "Try it, if it doesn't work, you can try it again."

After saying this, Taoist Zhang Shan felt a little happy. Chen Ping'an couldn't hold on to death but a martial artist of the Three Realms, so he would be beaten if he went up. It is the ancestor of the Three Realms who is on top, bless his disciples and grandson Zhang Shanfeng, he must do it this time. !