Outside Loucheng, two days later.
Every time Ye Xingchen comes to a city, he wants to eat local delicacies.
Qingshan didn't ask because he thought this person was interesting.
And in his heart, he never thought that anyone in Lingyin Temple would dare to deal with Uncle Yangliu without permission when the Dao Sect members were not around.
The reason lies with one person.
Dao Yan, the best person in the world.
Putting his thoughts aside, Qingshan looked at the wine shop.
Suddenly there was a sound of music, and the tinkling sound was like spring water, falling in the ears and ringing in the heart, extremely clear.
The music is very beautiful, but this is a hot pot restaurant, so it feels out of place, even though Qingshan and Ye Xingchen are sitting in a private room.
Qingshan looked calm.
Ye Xingchen still raised his head and drank.
After passing Loucheng, they walked slower and slower, and neither of them seemed to be too anxious about Lingyin Temple.
After waking up all the way, the two even had time to slay demons. A few inconspicuous man-eating monsters were killed by Qingshan, making Ye Xingchen couldn't help but be curious about this boy.
The door opened, followed by a slightly startled cry.
A girl was standing outside the house holding a pipa. She was very petite, and her plain clothes looked a bit too big. She had a white jasmine flower stuck in her temples, and she looked very plain.
Qingshan recalled the scene when the little girl next door said goodbye to him when he was in the small mountain village, and put down a few copper coins on the table.
The girl hesitated a little, walked to the table, put away the copper coins, and said in a low voice and quickly: "Someone wants to do harm to you two, please be careful."
Ye Xingchen said: "Raise your head."
The girl was slightly startled, then raised her head according to words, revealing a beautiful little face, with soft eyes that were very endearing.
Ye Xingchen said: "Fox spirit."
The girl's face was slightly red and she said with tears in her eyes: "Why are you scolding me?"
Qingshan said: "It is indeed a vixen."
He and Ye Xingchen were naturally not cursing.
The girl was then sure that her true identity had been revealed.
"Where do the two immortal masters come from? Why can they see my true identity?"
There was a slightly frightened look on her little face, the jasmine flower trembled slightly, and her eyes became softer.
Knowing that she has practiced secret techniques, even the strong men in the upper three realms may not be able to recognize her true face. Who would have thought that Qingshan and Ye Xingchen would see through her at a glance today. Xiu Shuzhu
How did she know that Ye Xingchen cultivated the Star Tempered Body, and his eyesight was countless times sharper than those of practitioners in the same realm, not to mention Qingshan.
Ye Xingchen said: "I didn't expect Qianchuan Baihua to be a demon cultivator."
He is the head of the Demon Hunting Department of the Tang Dynasty. When it comes to understanding Qianchuan, I am afraid that no one in the world knows it as well as he does.
This girl is called Baihua, and she is a famous Anzi in the land of Qianchuan. She is famous for her ruthlessness.
Two years ago, the young master of Laojun Mountain in the Tang Dynasty was poisoned by her because he was scornful with her words.
When Baihua saw that they even called out her name, she stopped trying to cover up and prostrated herself before the two of them.
"If the two immortal masters hadn't killed those thieves in Laojun Mountain, the thieves would still be staring at me. I am a demon cultivator, and I don't have the protection of a sect. No matter if the master of Laojun Mountain comes in person or the Sword Immortal City sends a disciple , I can’t even handle it, so I sincerely thank the two immortal masters for coming here to warn you.”
Ye Xingchen said: "Who?"
Baihua said: "A big event happened in Lingyin Temple in Jianxian City. There were many cultivators involved in this matter, including the elders of Jianxian City, the chief minister of Qianchuan, and the disciples of Liubo Mountain."
Ye Xingchen said, "Why did you know it was us?"
Baihua was a little uneasy and said, "It's inconvenient to tell you. I also ask the Immortal Master not to ask further questions."
The room became quiet.
The hot pot soup boils and makes a gurgling sound.
Baihua said worriedly: "Even though the two immortal masters are powerful, their enemies are numerous, so it's best not to stay here."
Ye Xingchen looked at Qingshan and asked, "Kill?"
Qingshan said: "It's up to you."
Baihua opened her eyes wide and looked innocent.
It took her a moment to understand the meaning of the conversation between the two, and she suddenly panicked, anxious and frightened, and her eyes were filled with mist, which was very pitiful.
"I feel sorry for you." Ye Xingchen said, "How about I take him back to you, Master Shen, to keep him company?"
Qingshan said: "You will be scolded to death."
Ye Xingchen said: "Forget it, you go."
Baihua had a lot of knowledge, but she had never seen such a weirdo. She dared to stop, so she quickly retreated with her pipa in her arms.
A plate of mussels and a plate of conch slices temporarily calmed down the boiling hot pot soup.
Ye Xingchen looked out the window.
The sunset became redder and redder, and suddenly a huge shadow came over from the other side of the sea.
The huge shadows in the sky are birds flying through the clouds. .Ь.
With a low and melodious cry, the bird sprayed out countless seawater, which turned into raindrops and fell.
At the end of winter, Haizhou City ushered in a spring rain ahead of schedule.
A rainbow appeared on the edge of the sunset, extremely beautiful.
There was a cheer in the building city.
This is a grand ceremony in Xizhou, welcoming those monks who come from afar to attend the Lingshan event.
Ye Xingchen looked at the rainy sky and said, "Identity?"
It took two years to get here, and she knew that Qingshan would never leave before seeing that person.
So how about revealing your identity? Anyway, he was going to Lingshan to save people, so there would be no problem in revealing his identity as soon as possible.
Qingshan said: "There's no rush."
Ye Xingchen looked away, looked at him and asked seriously: "Then how to fight?"
Along the way, they killed monsters and killed people. They looked arrogant, but in fact they were very measured.
Most of the monsters and opponents that Ye Xingchen encountered, or the monsters and opponents that Qingshan helped her choose, were not as strong as hers.
In other words: they only pick and kill opponents who can be killed.
Ye Xingchen once had a question, shouldn't a strong person draw a sword against a strong person in order to become stronger and stronger?
Qingshan's answer is: If you die once with a sword, no one can become stronger.
In Loucheng now, there are many strong cultivators gathered because of the Lingshan Festival.
No matter how talented the two are, their time to practice Taoism is limited, so they will definitely not be able to beat each other, so what should they do?
Qingshan looked at her and asked: "Have you ever heard of the sword technique of falling from the sky with one move?"
Ye Xingchen thought for a while and said, "No."
What should you do when you know a lot of people are looking for you?
Qingshan's approach has always been simple, just like his style of chopping vegetables.
He came directly to the door.
I'm looking for a fellow student.
The Lingshan Grand Conference is about to be held. Practitioners from many sects are arriving one after another. The inn is already full, but naturally there will be no shortage of accommodation in major holy places.
Daozong has been friends with Jianxian City and Academy for generations and lives in a small courtyard.
The courtyard is quiet, but not peaceful.
Because of that incident, Haizhou City, which seemed lively and festive, secretly felt like a storm was coming.
In fact, neither Qianchuan Baihua nor the black-armored envoy of the Demon Hunting Division had any interest in surrounding and killing the two so-called demons.
In their opinion, the monsters or people those two people killed had their own way of dying. Moreover, ascetics are inherently in conflict with destiny, looking down on life and death, and killing people is too common. If it weren’t for the relationship between the abbot of the Black Dragon Temple who was just killed by those two people a few days ago, and the noble concubine in the palace, how could Qing Tiansi be like this? Seriously?
At this time, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and two men wearing hats walked in.
The black armored user narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Who are you?"
As he spoke, he had prepared his Taoist skills and was ready to attack at any time.
The hat is not gray cloth, but it can still cover the head and face.
Lin Shuang raised his eyebrows slightly, like a sword, as if he was ready at any time.
Fly up.
Feeling the fluctuations of sword intent coming from his senior brother, Lin Yingliang woke up and looked at the two people walking into the small courtyard. He was a little surprised, but he was not panicked or afraid. He quietly held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and prepared it at any time. I was about to take it off, thinking silently, these two demons dared to come to my door, they were really going to die.
One man and one woman? One tall and one short? Looking at the two men wearing hats, Lin Shuang's weird feeling became stronger and stronger.
He did not draw his sword, but stared at the opponent and asked, "Who are you?"
The shorter woman did not take off her hat, but just stretched her hand up and down in front of her face twice.
Lin Shuang's expression suddenly became extremely strange.
The old monk understood it well and knew that there was nothing to worry about. He smiled and nodded in greeting, and then took the excited nephew back to his room.
The black-armored envoy didn't know the specific situation, but he understood something. He smiled, waved his hand, and returned to his room.
Lin Shuang took the two people back to his room, and Lin Yingliang followed him in with a confused look on his face, wondering what was going on?
After the door was closed, Lin Shuang looked at the two people and saluted, "Greetings, Mr. Ye." Xiu Shuzhu
"We killed those people."
Ye Xingchen took off his hat and said to Lin Shuang.
Qingshan also took off his hat.
Looking at the face that he hadn't seen for some time but was still extremely beautiful, Lin Shuang finally confirmed that the other person... was indeed his uncle.
Ye Xingchen was the head of the Demon Hunting Division, so Lin Shuang was naturally respectful towards him, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face, and said helplessly: "The head of Ye Xingchen was traveling abroad, and when he saw injustice, he took action. It’s natural to kill them, but...it’s just too much.”
"There are so many damn people, so I just have to kill a few more."
Ye Xingchen glanced at Qingshan. When he was in Shangzhou, he said that it was impossible to eliminate evil and there was no way to kill all the evil people.
Lin Shuang thought for a while and said seriously: "What Mr. Ye said makes sense, it's a good killing."
It's not flattery or ridicule, he really thinks so.
Ye Xingchen suddenly felt that Liangwang Peak was good, at least in this aspect.
"May I have your name?"
"Lin Shuang, born in Sword Immortal City, is a disciple of Shanglin Sword."
"How is the sword master?"
After walking in the world for so many years, they have never had any contact with Sword Immortal City. Ye Xingchen and Qingshan don't know what the current situation of Sword Immortal City is like.
Lin Shuang briefly talked about what happened in Sword Immortal City in recent years, but there really wasn't much to say.
Most of the second-generation experts are in seclusion, and their disciples are also diligently practicing their swordsmanship, which is no different from the past hundreds of thousands of years.
For ascetics, ten years is indeed too short a time to make many changes.
"How is your senior brother Jianjiu doing lately?"
Ye Xingchen knew that this was what Qingshan wanted to know, although he had never mentioned the name Jianjiu once in the past two years.
Lin Shuang hesitated
Ye Xingchen was convinced that something must have happened to Jian Jiu and said, "Tell me."
