The moonlight is dim over the mountains.
The Taoist temple became increasingly desolate and cold.
The light sword, the heavy knife, chased after several rounds under the silent gaze of the Buddhas and gods in the courtyard.
The sword's momentum suddenly changed, and it swept out with an unbearable force in a arrogant manner.
The rusty sword did not resist directly. The tip of the sword was a little closer to the hilt, and it had already used the force to fly far back, bringing Li Changan to the ground lightly.
The lantern on the ground that had suffered so much was finally lit, and dots of light green appeared in the fire, converging into fire balls as big as silkworm cocoons, reflecting the swordsman's appearance.
He is a giant man like an iron tower, his short body is almost split by the muscles of his body, his face is covered with a bronze Nuo mask, his appearance is invisible, his beard and hair are spread out like a lion's halberd, tied up with hemp ropes.
The fluorescence floated in front of him and never dispersed, which meant...
"Why did you kidnap Dean He?"
"Are you the 'Ten Money God' Li Chang'an?"
The Taoist priest frowned: "Do you recognize me?"
The swordsman laughed loudly, and his laughter was as deep as the growl between the teeth of a beast.
He waved his hand to extinguish the fire and moved forward quickly.
in a blink.
The huge figure was pressed in front of him.
Grab with both hands high.
The ghost-headed sword whizzes down!
…
For a moment, the sound of swords clenching could be heard in the courtyard.
Sometimes sparks burst out, illuminating the Taoist's awe-inspiring eyes and outlining the cold light around the edge of the bronze mask.
The swordsman wields his sword like a hammer, with no very sophisticated moves, just repeated slashing and sweeping.
It seems reckless, but Li Changan understands that the so-called martial arts is nothing more than using one's own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses. The opponent saw exactly his own weakness and made the shrewdest choice with the crudest means - no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, what the Taoist priest has in his hand is just a rusty sword.
finally.
Another call.
The rusty sword let out a sigh and broke off the remaining edge. The half-segmented blade flew high, but the broadsword continued its momentum and hit the Taoist priest's chest.
Li Changan was already prepared. He stepped lightly and moved half an inch away.
The blade passed by, only cutting the laces of the raincoat, and then picked up and tore the robe in front of the Taoist, and a dozen talismans flew into the sky.
Huh~ha!
There was a roar in the swordsman's chest, and he stepped forward heavily, using brute force to twist the sword and move forward with inertia.
The power is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the hock is as tight as a snake entangled with poison.
Strike with the sword!
Li Changan threw out his coir raincoat.
The broadsword kept going for a moment, cutting the coir raincoat into pieces.
The coir raindrops scattered in pieces, but the Taoist priest was nowhere to be seen under the knife.
Blessings and misfortunes depend on it. There are disadvantages to not having a physical body, but there are also advantages to it.
The soul is light and qualityless.
Soon after Li Changan became a ghost, he discovered that his tossing and turning had become much faster, and he could even achieve to a certain extent like Yu Mei, using the void as a stream and his body as a swimming fish, shuttling back and forth as he wished.
Therefore, the swordsman attacks quickly and Li Changan hides faster.
So much so that the evil wind stirred up when the sword fell seemed to have sent the Taoist priest away for nothing.
Sending him flying up slowly, he caught up with half of the sword blade that was flying in the air.
Twist it with two fingers, then spin and throw it.
The swordsman originally wanted to challenge him with his sword.
However.
"disease!"
Without thinking, the swordsman used brute force to twist the sword back and protect it in front of him.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, he saw traces of white light wrapped around the blade of the sword. But at a quick glance, it seemed as if a thin blade was inserted into the eyeball, causing an inexplicable sting.
Somehow, he turned his head.
The next moment, his cheeks suddenly became cold. A deep sword mark was cut on the bronze Nuo's face, and the sword hole was opened silently on the thick blade.
What method is it, sharp as it is? !
Don't wait for the swordsman to be surprised and suspicious.
Over there, Li Changan was already making gestures.
The mountain wind was so turbulent that my soul was floating and hard to fall. For a moment, I felt as if an immortal was flying across the sky, as light as flying.
But the words coming out of his mouth were fast and heavy.
"The true mystery is illuminated, and the sky is illuminated by the elixir. The red phoenix flies, and the red mist thickens."
The swordsman suddenly raised his head, and saw several yellow talismans flying around him glowing with red light. The red light expanded rapidly, faintly connected, and surrounded him.
He would fly to avoid it. Even if he couldn't avoid it completely, it would be better than eating them all.
But the moment he stepped out, he suddenly stopped.
Then, he threw away the sword in his hand, opened his arms, and hurriedly gathered the paper talisman into his arms.
Li Changan was a little confused.
But how can distracting thoughts be allowed in the midst of a fight?
When he fell to the ground, he uttered the last sentence:
"Hurry up like a law."
It is still the talisman of the Vermillion Bird Feather.
The fire ignited, but the swordsman held the fire tightly to his chest, but there were still countless sparks roaring in the scorching wind and waves.
Li Changan lowered his bamboo hat to protect his head and face.
See you again after the wind subsides.
After all, it was humid in the mountains, so the Taoist temple was not set on fire and turned from a dilapidated building into a ruin. Only a few statues of gods were blown down by the wind, making them even more dilapidated. A few withered grasses were set on fire. The stars in the night were dotted, as if they were offering incense and candles to the Buddhas and gods in the courtyard.
The swordsman was lying on the ground, his clothes were burned away by the fire, leaving only a few strips of cloth that were still burning. His whole body was covered in burns, and bursts of black air were escaping. He struggled to put his elbows on the ground, barely holding himself up.
The outcome is decided.
Li Chang'an put the robe at the back in front of him and took out a ghost-binding talisman to restrain him before questioning him.
At this time.
The swordsman's bronze sword suddenly peeled off into small pieces.
The ghostly energy in his body suddenly surged, extinguishing the remaining fire around him.
Ga Zhi~Ga Zhi!
Those are canine teeth grinding in the mouth.
On the exposed half of the face, dead gray blood vessels spread like spider webs.
Immediately afterwards.
Poof~ A dagger-like fang tore open the cheek and poked out.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes blood-red.
Is it a zombie?
Li Changan silently put on the general's talisman.
The swordsman was suddenly startled, and seemed to have regained his clarity. He raised his hand to cover his fangs, jumped up, and retreated into the main hall of the Taoist temple in two or three steps.
The darkness in the temple is as deep as a wall. Neither the dim, watery moonlight in the clouds nor the light of fire scattered in the courtyard like a soldering iron can splash or penetrate.
Only two dots of scarlet could be seen facing the Taoist priest coldly.
Huahua~ There was a strange sound coming from the tiled roof of the Taoist temple.
But I saw a ghost climbing up the roof tiles under the moon and sitting on the roof ridge toward the courtyard. There is nothing on its neck, and its head is tied around its waist with a rope made of hair.
This is a headless ghost who died in the execution ground.
Bang bang~ Another ghost came out from the side of the hall.
As he moved around, he kept shaking, and his huge head banged against the wall from time to time. It has a mouth as big as a basin, and its belly is as big as a drum, but its neck is as thin as a bamboo.
These are hungry ghosts who died of famine.
Tick tock~ Another ghostly thing poked out of the wall, its face white and swollen, its algae-like hair hanging down, dripping with foul-smelling muddy water.
This is a drowned ghost who died in the water.
There were all kinds of strange noises, all kinds of shrill wails, and under the pale moonlight, one after another ferocious ghosts appeared in this deserted Taoist temple.
Li Changan was surprised for a moment and then understood.
Feilai Mountain is the lair of evil ghosts, and naturally there are many ghosts.
but……
He smiled casually and was about to take off the bamboo hat on his head.
"Meow~"
The fur became more and more messy, and it was obvious that Tan Qiu'er, who had gone through a lot of hard work, walked into the courtyard on cat steps, squatted down next to Li Changan, and started combing his hair.
behind its tail.
There are countless green eyes.
Li Changan put on his bamboo hat firmly.
There are a lot of cats here.
…
Qian Tang has three evils.
One is the invisible thief, that is, an evil ghost, who possesses a ghost and causes trouble at night, making people sick; the other is the long-haired thief, that is, a wild cat, who sneaks into people's homes to steal chickens and chase dogs, causing people to lose money.
Everyone in Tang Dynasty felt jealous when he mentioned Qian Tang.
However, tonight, in this barren mountain, it was rare for the two thieves to start an internal fight.
The ghost howled "Ouch" over there, and the cat meowed "Meow" over there. Unfortunately, the cat's head was wrong and its mouth was wrong. No one could understand what the other party was saying, and the atmosphere only became more and more tense.
At this time, a person suddenly broke into the middle of the two parties.
"Don't do anything! Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!"
The visitor is short in stature and has yellow hair all over his face. What the hell is he if he doesn't have a yellow tail?
…
The arrival of Huang Wei eased the atmosphere in the Taoist temple.
The cats stopped fussing, and the swordsman appeared from the main hall, waving his hands to disperse the ghosts.
Huangwei then came closer with a smile. Before he could say anything, Tanqiuer jumped up and gave him a claw, followed by a series of cat punches.
He was scratched so much that he howled and ran around the yard.
He shouted randomly, "Fat cat", "Dead cat", "Brother Cat", "Master Cat", "Grandpa Longhair".
Li Changan didn't care. After the black cat had been chased away enough, he brought Huang Tail over.
I asked right away:
"Did you do it again?"
Huangwei hid behind Li Changan and quickly cried out: "What do you mean by tricking me? It's really unjust. People are so anxious that they come to seek medical treatment and want to see Wu Niang. Who can bear to turn away the doctor? Besides, the patient is nothing. He is evil, but he is a well-known wise man."
He took a careful look at the big black cat that was licking its paws.
“It’s better to have many friends than many enemies.”
As he spoke, the big black cat suddenly lowered his body, his pupils glowing faintly, but it was the swordsman who came alone.
He changed into new Nuo masks and clothes, and did not bring the ghost-headed sword.
Crossing his arms, he didn't look at the black cat.
The voice was loud and deep, as if there was a big drum stuffed in his chest.
"I'm pretty good with the sword." He paused, "I'm also good at making talismans."
Li Changan knew what he wanted to ask was what kind of magic was used to penetrate the blade.
There is nothing to hide: "The Qi of Western Geng Metal, the talisman of the White Tiger Feather Badge."
"Good means."
The swordsman nodded, took off a water bag, took a sip and threw it to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest sniffed it and found that there was fruit wine in the bag. When he drank it, it had an ordinary taste with a lot of impurities, but it had a different kind of coolness. It quickly spread around the body after taking it in, making the mountain wind that was originally as cold as a knife become gentle.
It's not a good wine, but it's quite magical.
Li Changan finished drinking and threw the wine bag back.
"Where is Wu Niang?"
"My lady is a guest at my lord's house."
"What is your master's name?"
The swordsman said loudly:
"Wannian Gong."
