"This black coffin should be an evil object used by Zhao Guizhen to practice evil. Placing it here may leave hidden dangers."
When Xu Xian saw that Zhao Guizhen was dead, he quickly took out two talismans and ignited the black coffin and the corpse of the mountain ghost on the ground. He was relieved after watching them turn into ashes.
"Strange, this forest is full of evil spirits. Zhao Guizhen is not a demon after all, so why is he entrenched here?"
After a general inspection of the surrounding area, no other monsters were found, and Xu Xian spoke in a strange voice.
Song Xing arrived here for the first time and knew nothing about it. Naturally, he couldn't answer her questions after hearing this.
Although Miss Xu Xian is pretty, she is obviously used to using strength to solve problems. After thinking about it, she stopped thinking about it.
Seeing that there were no other monsters, the two returned to Lanruo Temple carrying the half-dead soul-wounding bird.
When they arrived at the entrance of Lanruo Temple, they found a man wearing gray bat-patterned clothing, carrying a long bow on his back, a long sword on his waist, and wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of the temple with his back to them.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the man turned around, revealing a middle-aged face with a full beard and a slight vicissitude under the bamboo hat.
"Uncle Yan, why are you here?"
Xu Xian was a little surprised when he saw the big beard and said.
"I followed Nanao to Yanshan. On the way, I received a message from your master Feijian, saying that a big demon will be born in Wuzhou, and brothers and sisters need to work together to kill the demon, so I rushed over to take a look."
The bearded man glanced at the soul-breaking bird that was powerless in Song Xing's hands, and then turned to Xu Xian: "Who is this?"
Xu Xian quickly introduced: "Uncle, this is Song Xing, the Taoist brother I just met, and this is my uncle Yan Chixia."
A trace of surprise flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Da Xia Yan, whom I have admired for a long time."
Yan Chixia raised her hand heroically and asked directly: "Where did the soul-breaking bird in Brother Song's hand come from?"
Xu Xian quickly recounted what happened when the Dao Lao Ghost attacked Lanruo Temple, they pursued him, and Song Xing beheaded Zhao Guizhen.
After hearing this, Yan Chixia had a look of surprise on her face: "I didn't expect that Zhao Guizhen had been a ferocious man for forty years and had killed countless righteous people, but he died in the hands of Brother Song. With the methods of this thief, Master Nephew Xu is not his Opponent, thank you Brother Song for your help."
Song Xing said: "Zhao Guizhen practiced evil methods, harmed young children, and died unjustly. No one who sees it will turn a blind eye."
Xu Xian nodded at the side and said: "Yes, everyone can kill this thief, but it is a pity that the reward... By the way, uncle, Master has sent a message to us brothers to gather here at Lanruo Temple. Could it be that this big demon will be born?" here?"
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Xu Xian and Yan Chixia arrived at Lanruo Temple half a day earlier. She had searched through the entire temple and found no traces of demons except for the dilapidation.
Yan Chixia shook her head: "Your master didn't say it in the letter, and I don't know the details, but since even Zhao Guizhen covets Lanruo Temple, maybe there really is something in this temple."
Xu Xiandi said: "But no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary temple."
Yan Chixia pointed to Lanruo Temple and said, "Go in and have a look."
After saying that, he took the lead, stepped across the threshold into Lanruo Temple, and walked towards the majestic hall in the middle.
When Xu Xian saw Yan Chixia walking away, he asked Song Xing in a low voice, "Brother Song, have you ever heard of my uncle's name?"
Song Xing shook his head and said, "Never."
Xu Xian was stunned, "But didn't you just say that I have admired you for a long time?"
Song Xing glanced at her strangely, and said in his heart that you couldn't hear the polite words, "Miss Xu looks upright and majestic. This Hero Yan heard that a demon was born and rushed over immediately. I think he is also a chivalrous person with a righteous mind. Song naturally admires him."
Before he understood the world he was in, Song Xing didn't know whether the Yan Chixia in his memory was the same person as this Yan Chixia, so naturally he wouldn't tell much information.
"Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. Master Yan is majestic and able to ward off all evil. Miss Xu seems to be a famous teacher."
Which sect does Yan Chixia in my memory come from?
Xu Xian smiled and said with some self-confidence: "I don't dare to be a famous sect. Our Sword Immortal sect is inherited from Huolong Zhenren. Unlike Buddhist and Taoist sects, the practice is not inner elixir or outer elixir. What the Sword Immortal sect cultivates is Gang Qi, Jian Gang." !”
"Sword Immortal?"
Song Xing glanced at the long sword on Yan Chixia's back in front of him and glanced at the huge hammer in Xu Xian's hand calmly.
"Hey, I'm born with great strength. I'm impatient and use a light sword. Anyway, my training focuses on Gang Qi, and weapons are secondary. Swords, guns, swords and halberds are up to you to choose."
Xu Xian seemed to understand Song Xing's doubts, and then explained.
The two of them walked briskly across a short gravel road. The central hall of Lanruo Temple was still ahead. Xu Xian seemed to be more talkative, and he kept chattering about Yan Chixia's life.
When Yan Chixia was young, she was not the bearded person she is now. Instead, she had a delicate appearance and looked like a scholar. After learning art in the mountains, she became a famous judge in the twenty-six provinces of Guandong and Guangxi. Corrupt officials died under his sword. , there are countless monsters and monsters.
Later, due to the advent of troubled times, Yan Chixia hated the darkness of the officialdom, resigned angrily, and traveled around the world to kill demons and save innocent people.
After seeing too much darkness in the world, Yan Chixia's sword heart became more transparent, and over time, her sword skills became more and more profound.
After years of vicissitudes, Yan Chixia's character has become more and more free and easy, and her image has gradually changed from a clear-minded scholar to a bold and unruly burly bearded man.
When the two entered the main hall, Song Xing saw that in addition to Yan Chixia, there were several people standing or sitting in the dilapidated main hall.
In the corner, an old man and a young man are suspected to be two people, an ancestor and a grandson. The old man is wearing a linen short coat. He has a stooped figure and a drooped head. He is holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in his arms and leaning on a small bamboo box. , looks like a craftsman who travels around the world.
The middle of the hall was swept out, and a fat and rich businessman in rich clothes was sitting on a chair. Next to the rich businessman stood a young concubine with a beautiful figure, serving the rich businessman to eat fruit.
Seeing Yan Chixia break in, the wealthy businessman was startled. Then he saw Xu Xian entering, his eyes lit up, and he stood up quickly and said: "Xia Xia, you are back. The monster outside seems to have died in the hands of Xia Xia."
"Don't call me a heroine," Xu Xian frowned slightly, and stopped the wealthy businessman's progress with his cold gaze, "There are demons and ghosts near this temple. It will get dark soon. You'd better not leave the hall."
The wealthy businessman in front of him was Xu Xian who came here with a few guards not long after he came to Lanruo Temple half a day ago. He said he was out on business and passed by Lanruo Temple. He saw that it was getting late and planned to rest here for the night.
The pair of grandparents and grandchildren came to Lanruo Temple before Xu Xian.
Xu Xian had secretly observed a few people. There was no aura of ghosts on their bodies. They were not disguised as ghosts, so he ignored them.
A few people could clearly see the attack of the Dao Lao Ghost just now. Living in troubled times, they had naturally heard rumors about demons. Now in this deep mountain and old forest, they naturally placed their hope of survival on Xu Xian.
"Woman, haven't all the monsters been caught by you and this hero?"
When the wealthy businessman heard this, he pointed tremblingly at the sinister-looking soul-breaking bird in Song Xing's hand and asked in a trembling voice.
"These are just appetizers." Xu Xian looked at Song Xing, who was still holding the soul-breaking bird, and wondered why he didn't kill the ghost.
The soul-injuring bird is condensed by ghost energy and stays close to the human body for a long time. Even those who practice spiritual practice will inevitably be corroded by ghost energy.
"Uncle Master, can you tell what's so magical about Lanruo Temple?"
When Xu Xian saw Yan Chixia entering the hall, he didn't say anything. He thought he had discovered something, so he leaned forward and asked.
Yan Chixia glanced at the concubine beside the wealthy businessman, then turned her gaze to the corner and said, "Mr. Yu, do you know the origin of Lanruo Temple?"
