(As usual, I asked for recommendation votes and new book friends to add to my collection. Suddenly I realized that I really know how to make up rhymes. It took two minutes.)
There is a vague evil spirit that appears and disappears, as if it exists between reality and illusion.
Su Qinian is a god. No wonder many people from the world have come here in the past two days, but no one can figure out the reality. Such a meager and undetectable evil spirit, if he hadn't practiced spiritual martial arts like "****", And reaching the second level of Kung Fu, even with his original Kung Fu at the first level, he may not be able to detect it.
Looking up, the sun was setting, the sky and the earth were covered in red, and shadows began to appear in the courtyard of Hu Mansion.
And along with the shadow rising, there was also a faint evil aura.
"Huh? A boy, does a young man also want to come and collect the reward?"
There were already seven or eight Jianghu people in the courtyard. A man with a bare chest, a messy beard and a short jacket laughed loudly when he saw Su Qinian walking in.
In addition to the men, there were four or five middle-aged people, either dressed in smart clothes or wearing bamboo hats, but did not reveal their true appearance. The only one who was similar in age to Su Qinian was also a young man in his weakest years. The young man was dressed in a black robe, very cold and arrogant, and did not bother to talk to the people around him. He just stood in the corner alone.
"Everyone, my grandson is making a lot of noise at night. I hope you guys will take the trouble and be extremely careful."
This is an old man who looks a bit rich, wearing a purple and black brocade robe with gold trim. However, he does not look like a nouveau riche, but rather elegant, exuding the temperament of a scholar.
But at this time, the old man's face was full of sorrow and sorrow, and there was a young couple beside him, both of whom were also dressed in rich clothes, but now they both looked down, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and looked towards the corner at the end of the yard from time to time.
"Don't worry, Master Hu. If he is really evil, I, Mao Jiu, will definitely find him out!"
"Yes, this is Shiyan Prefecture. The Three Crazy Taoists of Wudang are so powerful that they don't dare to cause trouble even if some evil cults want to come. Even if it is true, we will definitely share Mr. Hu's worries and solve his problems!"
A few middle-aged charlatans were patting their chests and pouring out sweet words like silver. This made Mr. Hu's eyes reveal a trace of undetectable disappointment. He has a few tricks up his sleeve. Between his words and his behavior, It can be seen that there are no people coming from Wudang at this time, so he can only place his hope on these scattered people, hoping that someone with real skills can control the evil spirits.
"Guys, please come with me. I hope you won't hurt the children when you attack."
Mr. Hu took a deep breath, bowed his hands to several people, and stepped forward to lead the way.
"Little brother, don't be brave. My son is so fierce after sunset that his parents don't even recognize him. It will be bad if he hurts you."
Although the young couple were heartbroken, they also spoke to stop Su Qinian. It was true that Su Qinian looked too young. A young man of about fifteen years old might not have practiced martial arts for more than a year and a half, and he had some skills. Don't think about it, this is the spirit of a young man, maybe he sneaked out of the house.
"Don't worry, you two, I will naturally be cautious."
Su Qinian continued to follow the crowd, while the man in the young couple was slightly startled, watching Su Qinian's shoulder move away from his hand as if nothing had happened. You must know that although he had no chance to attend Wudang in the past, he has been doing it day and night for more than ten years. After practicing "Running Horse Strength" hard, he managed to reach the fifth level of skill despite his lack of understanding. In order to stop this young man just now, although he only used one hand, he still used four to five points of strength, but he didn't. Thinking of being broken away so lightly, he didn't even feel any rebound force.
Master!
In an instant, the man's spirit was shaken. He did not expect that such an inconspicuous young man could actually be a hidden master.
The sixth level or the seventh level of "Benma Jin"?
The man guessed that he would never be able to use the method just now, and he could not figure out Su Qinian's cultivation level, but he was sure that it was definitely above him.
"Go! Go!"
When he came to his senses, Su Qinian had disappeared around the corner. The man grabbed his wife's hand and chased after her.
…
Within Wudang Mountain, there is Huangya Peak.
One of the six branches of the outer courtyard at the foot of the mountain, the courtyard is full of wintersweet trees and has a faint fragrance.
"It's a bit beyond my expectation that you two have such backbone."
Under the wintersweet tree, Gu Yuehe put one hand behind his back and stroked the white jade dragon turtle with the other. He was dressed in snow-white and his eyes were cold and cold, as if he had blended in with the winter ice and snow.
At this time, a few feet away in front of Gu Yuehe, two young Taoist priests were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, but their spines were straight and their eyes were staring at Gu Yuehe without blinking.
"I'm very curious about what made you two change like this, but it won't change anything. You can go ahead. Since we are both disciples of the outer courtyard, I won't make things too difficult for you."
After Gu Yuehe finished speaking, he waved his hand, and two young disciples not far away stepped forward and drove them out.
"Senior Brother Gu, these two people are so disrespectful, so let them go like this?"
A young disciple seemed to be of a young age. He had a strong build, with curvy muscles, and his long and narrow eyes were open and closed, with cold light splashing out.
"We are both disciples of the outer courtyard, so we should naturally live in harmony. If there is anything disrespectful, don't let the few master uncles hear it and think that I, Gu Yuehe, bully the weak and ruin my reputation."
Gu Yuehe spoke slowly and slowly. He rubbed his fingers carefully on the dragon's chest. A playful smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth and said: "Zhou Qin, as soon as you entered the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Skill", you will do it yourself." Go to Qingshan Town and bring Na Su Qinian back. Remember, please come back in good condition and don’t let others have the opportunity to gossip.”
"Yes, Senior Brother Gu."
A strange look flashed in the young disciple Zhou Qin's eyes. He understood that the calmer and more understated the tone of Senior Brother Gu Yuehe's tone, the bigger the trouble would be.
…
Qingshan Town, Jiuligang, Hu Mansion.
Just as he turned the corner, Su Qinian felt an eerie and cold breath coming.
His eyes turned cold, and Qi and blood flowed in his body. Like a furnace burning, the muscles, bones, and skin trembled, and the gloomy aura suddenly melted away like white snow in spring.
As for the other people, except for the young man in black robe, they were all trembling.
"Damn it, it's not night yet, why is it so cold?"
"There is no evil spirit, it's just the chill coming from this wing. Good guy, I, Mao Jiu, want to see what kind of evil spirit it is!"
With a bang, the man pushed open the door of the wing, and a gust of cold wind suddenly hit his face.
hiss!
At this moment, the originally masculine man stopped his throat. The oil lamp in the wing had long been extinguished. At dusk, half of the moon rose. The dark wing was not big, with some tables and stools. The Bogu racks fell to the ground in a mess, and some dark red blood plasma patches could be seen on the green brick floor poured with glutinous rice paste.
Behind a fallen chair with missing corners, a childish body sat with his back to everyone, his hands clasping his knees, his bare arms pale and white, with no trace of blood visible.
At this time, the young figure suddenly turned his head. A little boy who looked to be two or three years old, with a pale face and pale green eyes, grinned and showed a very vicissitudes of life to everyone.
Creepy!
A chill rose directly from the soles of the feet and swept through the whole body in an instant.
Kick, kick, kick!
The next moment, the man who called himself Mao Jiu turned pale, stepped back five or six steps, and finally sat down on the ground, hesitating and trembling.
"Yes, yes, what, what!"
Several other middle-aged Jianghu people were also trembling. Although they were not like that man Mao Jiu, they were not much better.
The eyes of the young man in black robes became solemn, Leng Ao retracted, he clenched his fists, and a burning aura slowly emanated from his body.
…
"The monk's wine! The monk's wine! After drinking the monk's wine, you can't sleep well! The monk's wine! After drinking the monk's wine, the Lingshan Buddha will not live long! The monk's wine! After drinking the monk's wine, you can step onto the nine-story building in one step. !”
At this time, at the entrance of Jiuligang Village, several villagers passing by were dumbfounded. They saw an eccentric young monk wearing moon-white monk robes, blind shoes, and a bamboo staff with a wine gourd hanging on it. He sang slowly and walked in. village. (As usual, I asked for recommendation votes and new book friends to add to my collection. Suddenly I realized that I really know how to make up rhymes. It took two minutes.)
