After knocking the opponent away, I stood up.
"Where did the blank paper come from? The technique is shallow, the knowledge is low, and I can't even distinguish the spells. Listen carefully, I am a disciple!"
I patted the dirt on my sleeves with disdain on my face.
"Disciple Chuma? Are you from Chuma Hall in the north?"
At this time, the moonlight fell, reflecting the other party's face clearly.
His facial features are exquisite, but his eyes are extremely cold and arrogant. At first glance, he looks like an unruly master.
"You're quite knowledgeable. Which Taoist school are you from?"
I smiled and asked.
Although my time in the field was short, I followed my master around to see things since I was a child. My knowledge is definitely several times higher than that of my peers.
"Maoshan!"
Seeing me reveal my identity, the ponytail woman responded in the same way.
Hearing this, I frowned.
Maoshan?
Isn't that a southern magic sect?
This is the Northeast, why would people from Maoshan come here?
"As the saying goes, South Mao and North Ma, if you, the Maoshan sect, don't subdue demons and catch ghosts in the south, why do you cross the border and come to the north for no reason?"
As I spoke, I jumped off the grave in one step. Although there was a smile on my face, my eyes were cold.
Without him, I would be wary of anything unfamiliar. This is a habit I have developed since I was a child. I cannot change it.
"What does it have to do with you? Don't your northern chariot halls also cross Shanhaiguan and go to the south to point fingers?"
The pony-tailed woman snorted coldly.
After I finished speaking, I smiled and said, "Having said that, it's very wrong for you to come here alone tonight. Tell me, why?"
"No comment!"
Unexpectedly, the ponytail woman's tone was quite strong.
"Hey, you are so tough, but it doesn't matter. I won't argue with a stubborn donkey like you. I would like to advise you that if you want to survive, you'd better leave here. If you dare to break in with such little cultivation, could you be a Maoshan sect? Are all their skulls covered with steel plates?"
As I said this, I subconsciously wanted to reach into my pocket to get a cigarette, but I found that I had already finished it.
Hearing this, the pony-tailed woman immediately shouted angrily: "Which court are you from? You act so surly. Don't you know that we share the same hatred with the enemy?"
"What the hell, with your meager cultivation, you still dare to talk to me about the same enemy. Thank you for not causing trouble."
Seeing the angry look on the other person's face, I just backhanded him and mocked him.
Just kidding, I am facing an evil immortal tonight, and even I dare not say that I can get benefits from him.
"I'm so angry, I'll take one strike from my sword!"
As I read every word, the pony-tailed woman suddenly showed her fierceness like a cat with fried hair. Then her hands were surrounded by golden light, and she picked up the copper coin sword and rushed towards me.
"Oh, your skin is itchy, right?"
Seeing the copper coin sword rapidly enlarging in my eyes, I took a step back slowly and then turned sideways to dodge.
Uh-huh!
The sword stabbed into the air, and panic quickly appeared on the ponytail woman's expression. But before she could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from her abdomen, and she flew backwards several meters away.
"You can't understand people, right? Although I don't like hitting women, I really can't do anything when I meet you."
Seeing the ponytail woman lying on the ground, I withdrew my fist with helplessness.
"Ahem, you...you actually dare to hit me?"
After a moment, the pony-tailed woman reluctantly sat up while holding her belly, her beautiful eyes filled with extremely cold murderous intent.
"What's wrong with beating you? I'll send you directly to see the Patriarch without any further blathering."
Seeing that the explanation was fruitless, I didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.
Meeting this kind of woman is like being unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"Don't you dare tell me what your name is!"
Just as I was about to leave, a pony-tailed woman suddenly shouted from behind me.
"Hey, are you the only one qualified to know my name? Get out of here. For the sake of Nanmao Beima, I won't care about the previous offense."
After saying that, I walked in a certain direction without looking back.
Within a few breaths, the pony-tailed woman saw my back getting further and further away until I disappeared.
"Asshole! Don't let me catch you!"
The pony-tailed woman gritted her silver teeth. If eyes could kill, I would end up with a lot of holes in my mouth.
Jingle Bell! ! !
However, the next moment, a sudden ringing sound suddenly sounded.
"You damn girl, you ran around without paying attention, why are you injured?"
Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a fat middle-aged man wearing a black and yellow Yin-Yang Taoist robe and a goatee running towards the direction of the pony-tailed woman with an anxious look on his face.
"Why did you arrive just now? That person is gone!"
When she saw the person coming, the ponytail woman's expression relaxed slightly.
"Auntie, can you please stop causing trouble for me? This is not the south. My second uncle's reputation is not big enough for you to do whatever you want. Please tell me what happened."
After arriving, the middle-aged man with a goatee gasped, then took out a dark pill the size of a longan from his pocket and handed it to the ponytail woman, and asked.
After taking the pill, the pony-tailed woman immediately replied with warmth and anger: "It's a man who claims to be a master of martial arts. He is very good at boxing and kicking. I was punched by him."
"Zumatangkou? Could it be that he met Wuxiantangkou?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man with a goatee narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered.
"Second uncle, why are these people who come out of the hall so arrogant? They don't even take Maoshan's name seriously."
After swallowing the pill, the ponytail woman's complexion improved slightly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man with a goatee said helplessly: "This is someone else's territory. Let's just forget that we didn't say hello when we came here to do business. Are you still thinking of using Maoshan's name as a arrogant person?"
At the end of the conversation, the middle-aged man with a goatee reminded him: "Girl, the Chuma Tangkou in the north has a very deep background. It is really no worse than our Maoshan. If Shanhaiguan hadn't restricted their capabilities, we would have to add more people if we wanted to come here to do things." A lot of trouble.”
However, the ponytail woman was dismissive of this.
"Second uncle, after you have said so much, do you know which hall that person is from?"
At this time, the pony-tailed woman slowly stood up, and her face was much rosier than before.
"Currently we can only infer that it came from Wuxian Tang, and his purpose should be the same as ours. Did he go in that direction?"
The middle-aged man with a goatee took out a compass, and the pointer on it was pointing in a certain direction.
"Yes, is the evil thing in that direction?"
The pony-tailed woman stared at the slightly shaking pointer on the compass, then raised her head to look at the middle-aged man with the goatee and asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the middle-aged man with a goatee say in a solemn tone: "Hurry up and chase him, that man must be aiming for the evil thing. Although we don't know what his cultivation level is, he is definitely no match for him alone!"
After saying that, a piece of talisman suddenly appeared in the hand of the middle-aged man with a goatee.
"The sky is clear and the spirit of the earth is clear. The soldiers follow the seal and march according to the order. Following the order of the founder of Maoshan, I invite the five ghosts of China Yao Bisong, the five ghosts of the north Lin Jingzhong, the five ghosts of the west Cai Ziliang, the five ghosts of the south Zhang Zigui, and the five ghosts of the east Chen Guixian. Move the sedan chair without making any mistakes, and be as hasty as the law dictates!"
Phew~!
As the talisman in the hand of the middle-aged man with a goatee burned to ashes out of thin air, a cold whirlwind blew in the place.
