As soon as he stepped into the high-quality golden nanmu door that seemed to be worth a lot, Yan Su's Dantian couldn't help but want to absorb the abundant spiritual energy that hit his face. He was distracted for a moment and almost sat cross-legged to absorb the spiritual energy. , but fortunately she restrained herself.
Baoxiao Pavilion also has a rule, which is that it only accepts people who are above the foundation level. On the one hand, it is a place where treasures are stored. The spiritual energy must be more abundant than other places. During the Qi refining period, the restraint is low, and it is extremely easy to be intoxicated by this abundant spiritual energy. Among them, if too much spiritual energy is absorbed, there is a possibility of going berserk or even exploding to death.
In comparison, the foundation building stage requires more spiritual energy, and the ability to control the spiritual energy here is stronger than that in the refining stage.
There are some exceptions.
For example, Yan Su, who has strong willpower and can suppress his desire for spiritual energy, is of course not within the regulations, which means he can go in and buy it alone.
As soon as Yan Su entered, she was secretly stared at. When the visitor saw her walking in majestically during her Qi training period, the next second her face turned pale and her demeanor became uncomfortable.
He originally wanted to step forward and help her stabilize the spiritual energy in her body, but found that in the blink of an eye, the person stabilized herself.
This made him slightly surprised, and he couldn't help but look at her more.
Yan Su didn't put on much disguise, so when the man saw Yan Su's face, he felt familiar.
Something suddenly flashed through his mind, and the man was even more surprised.
This little girl is actually 60 or 70% similar to Yan Xun, the proud son of heaven who shocked the world that day in Mu Zong!
Thinking again about what happened that day when she entered the sect, Yan Xun, according to his friend who is the true disciple of the master of Xuanji Peak, Yan Xun did have a young sister who temporarily stayed in Tianji Sect because of her young age. .
After careful calculation, he should be about the same age as the little girl in front of him now.
Cheng Yue, the person in charge of the Xiangyun City branch, looked at her identical expressions and had a vague guess in his heart.
But there are people in the world who look alike and are about the same age. Without evidence, this baseless speculation is obviously untenable.
"What is your relationship with Yan Xun from Tianmu Sect?"
Cheng Yue seemed to really regard Yan Xun as that kind of child who was inexperienced in the world and spoke very straightforwardly.
"As you think."
Yan Su straightened her back and stood in front of him. Although she was still young in appearance, her speech was not innocent like ordinary children. Instead, she asked questions and answered them, and she could easily understand what others were thinking from her words. .
Cheng Yue was in a trance for a moment. Such calmness and fluent answers made him feel that he was not talking to a child, but to an adult who had gone through many hardships.
After dealing with all kinds of people for many years, Cheng Yue has changed from being unfamiliar and irritable at the beginning to being as eloquent as she is now, and has been able to face various situations calmly.
So he quickly returned to normal and stepped forward to greet her with a smile.
"My little friend is at this age and with such a level of cultivation, if I'm not mistaken, he should be a casual cultivator, right?"
"A short sword can be used to defend oneself and to meet the enemy with a long army. Do you need this short sword?"
Having said that, he ignored Yan Su's surprise and picked up a dagger displayed on the counter next to him that was so sharp that it felt like he could see flesh piercing bones and blood sealing his throat in the next second.
And the length is appropriate, making it easy to hide without being too small to cause harm.
Yan Su decided to take this one at a glance.
However, what surprised her was that this person could actually know her identity just by "looking".
"I like this dagger very much."
After paying the money, Yan Su walked out the door and was bumped into by a child. After she helped the child and patted the dust on herself, she realized what she was doing and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
After putting away the dagger, Yan Su turned into a relatively remote clothing store and bought some ordinary clothes before going back.
As night fell, the noise of the day suddenly fell silent. The sun set, the stars rose, and the moon shadow was hazy. The faint brilliance projected was far less than the flickering lights in the city.
The place where Yan Su stayed was not too remote. During the day, she could still hear the cries of hawkers coming from the city and the noise of carriages passing by. She was not able to hear it at all. She was only slightly better than ordinary people, so although she was in a remote place , some noise can still be heard.
However, at night, the silence that should have made the monks extremely happy was full of weirdness. Yan Su felt that the wind blowing in from the window that night carried an unknown chilling atmosphere, not to mention the faint smell of blood in the air. .
Of course Yan Su knew what was going on. The shopkeeper reminded her in a subtle way when she came back.
"Little girl, it's best not to go out by yourself at night. You may run into gangsters and be unable to come back."
Although he was talking, he did not look at Yan Su. Instead, he stared at the notebook in his hand and muttered something unknown.
Night is the best time for wild animals to forage.
Yan Su put on the dummy he had prepared early in the morning and put on the dress he bought during the day, with some of the skirt hanging out of the bed.
Yan Su hid in the cabinet again, slowly drawing out the spiritual energy, wrapping it around his body, and then opened a small slit, waiting for the "beast" to arrive.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a rustling sound coming from the door. It wasn’t the “dong-dong” sound of shoes stepping on the floor.
Suddenly, a black shadow came through the crack in the door, followed by a second one, and a third one, three in total. It was hard to tell what it was.
When they saw "Yan Su" lying on the bed, they originally planned to pounce on him and "eat".
Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper suddenly ran up and stopped them.
"This is a guest of Tianzi Room. He is still a child. He will never be like last time again."
The three black figures still stood still, and the next second they suddenly turned into human beings.
Three "people" standing tall and skinny, with empty eyes, only shining with a bloodthirsty red light. They stared straight at the shopkeeper, their mouths opened and closed, making a "click-click" sound, and their heads moved in a jerky manner. They were twisting in a weird posture, but their bodies stood there as straight as wooden stakes.
"Blood……"
When the monster opened its mouth, its voice was old and low, like the feeling of dry tree bark rubbing against an earth wall, hoarse and weak.
"Guests of Tianzi Room, you should still remember the oath of heaven."
The blood puppet was still muttering "blood" in a low voice. When it heard this, it seemed as if it was under some control. Strange, twisted white bugs continued to overflow from top to bottom. They rushed to penetrate the shopkeeper's door. Body.
"Well……"
The shopkeeper's fat body fell to his knees in agony, his face twisted as he accepted the bugs burrowing into his body.
Nose, eyes, ears, and mouth, when the insects burrowed in, there was blood dripping down.
The blood followed the guidance and turned into streaks of blood, flying towards the blood puppet's mouth.
The blood puppet's hoarse mechanical voice followed its mouth that was about to fall, opening and closing into Yan Su's ears:
"Don't even think about getting rid of me."
"Don't think I don't know what you're planning."
Then the three blood puppets turned into a few streaks of black smoke and dissipated in place, and the smell of blood that originally filled the air also disappeared completely, except for the gasping breath of the shopkeeper who collapsed on the ground, and the gradually brightening sky outside the window. , as if nothing happened.
It was as if the "hunt" last night had never happened.
