9. I don’t know anyone named Nie.

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To talk about her grievances with Poria, it is actually an old and clichéd story.

She and Fu Ling were originally from the same sect, and according to their seniority, Fu Ling had to call her uncle.

Poria was originally a sunny fairy. Although she was a bit crazy, she was not a bad person.

Later, Poria fell in love, and the man was a well-known promiscuous immortal king in the world of immortals and gods.

Jiang Buwan advised Fuling not to have too much contact with him in the spirit of taking care of his juniors. The other party was not a good person.

Unexpectedly, Fuling couldn't listen to her words at all and wanted to be with Nie Feng.

She was not the mother-in-law's mother-in-law. She mentioned it a few times, but when she saw that Fu Ling didn't appreciate it at all, she never said it again. She only asked four words, "respect and blessing".

Later, the Dragon Clan of the Black Sea rebelled because of Prince Long's misfortune in marrying his wife. Jiang Buwan and Nie Feng went to Beihai to fight as immortal generals suppressed by the immortal world.

In this war, she was the main general and Nie Feng was the deputy general.

Nie Feng was killed by Prince Long in the Black Sea because of his greed for power. Afterwards, Poria seemed to be possessed by a demon.

She insisted that it was her fault that Nie Feng died in the East China Sea. It was she who killed Nie Feng when she saw that there was no obstacle.

Jiang Buwan thought it was ridiculous. She explained it once, but Fuling didn't believe it at all, and she stopped seeing Fuling later.

The last time I heard from Poria was that she stole Tianzun's treasure to save Nie Feng. After the incident was revealed, she had her immortal bones removed and was thrown into the lower realm.

She really didn't expect that after more than a thousand years, she could still see Poria Cocos in the lower world, and this guy still hated her.

Xiang Zhihan stood with his hands behind his back, a cold sword shining brightly in his hands. The evening wind blew up his snow-white robes, bringing with it waves of filthy evil spirits. His eyes instantly became wary and he stared at Huai. Shadows behind trees.

A fat figure walked out from behind the tree, "Monk? Get out of here! I don't want to kill anyone who doesn't matter today!"

Xiang Zhihan didn't talk nonsense to him, and flew over with a sharp sword in his hand. A bit of cold light went straight to "Zhang Shide"'s face.

"Seeking death!" Zhang Shide shouted, and the black energy around him surged.

Xiang Zhihan refused to dodge. When the cold sword hit "Zhang Shide"'s head, it made a clang. The sword was bent by his pressure, but "Zhang Shide's" head was harder than a thousand-year-old cold iron. , not even a blood mark was left on it.

Xiang Zhihan secretly said something bad and flew away from "Zhang Shide"'s attack.

There was more seriousness and surprise in his eyes. This evil thing was actually more powerful than he imagined, but how could such a powerful evil thing come to Jiang Bu late?

Xiang Zhihan was thinking while chanting the incantation. Wisps of purple light flashed around the Han Sword, and then the purple light exploded. It was not as if he was holding a sword in his hand, but as if he was holding purple lightning from the sky. It fits comfortably in the hand.

Evil creatures are naturally afraid of thunder and lightning. Now that he has purple lightning in hand, no matter how powerful the evil creature is, it cannot turn the sky upside down.

"Zhang Shide" looked at the purple lightning in Xiang Zhihan's hand with horrified eyes and muttered to himself, "It's actually Beichen Jiden!"

He glanced at Xiang Zhihan fiercely, turned around and wanted to run away, "I'm unlucky today."

But the direction he ran away was not the way he came, but the ancestral hall behind Xiang Zhihan.

Xiang Zhihan: "Are you looking for it?"

"Zhang Shide" looked back and saw Xiang Zhihan holding Nie Feng's spiritual tablet.

"Zhang Shide" screamed, "Give it back to me! Despicable monks! Don't you love to claim that you are decent people? How could you use such despicable methods!"

Xiang Zhihan shook his spiritual throne and said, "It would be silly to be reasonable when dealing with evil things."

"I am a decent person, not a fool."

If he hadn't pocketed the spiritual tablet in advance, the evil thing would have really escaped.

If he escapes, who knows how many people will be harmed!

"Give it back to me!" "Zhang Shide" rushed forward ferociously, and the purple electricity in Xiang Zhihan's hand hit "Zhang Shide" accurately. He screamed, and his fat body began to tingle. Black smoke.

Xiang Zhihan struck "Zhang Shide" with his sword one after another, "Why don't you come out yet?"

There was another scream, "Zhang Shide" collapsed to the ground, and thick black mist poured out of Zhang Shide's body.

The fog was so thick that it almost turned into substance, like water or the mucus of some kind of mollusk. It barely made a human shape on the ground and said in a hoarse voice, "Give it back to me!"

Xiang Zhihan was shocked.

Even though this evil thing is like this, he still hasn't forgotten the spiritual position in his hand.

I really can’t imagine what kind of person this evil thing was like when he was alive.

Xiang Zhihan was surprised and doubtful, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

He penetrated the evil creature's chest with the sword covered with purple electricity, and the mist turned into a faint white mist amidst bursts of crackling sounds.

Three roosters crowed in the distance, the sun slowly rose from the sky, the sky was white, and the evil things that had been tormented all night completely disappeared in this morning.

It dissipated as cleanly as if it had never existed.

Xiang Zhihan placed the spirit tablet where the evil object had dissipated. He raised his hand, and a bunch of flames jumped from his palm to the spirit tablet. The spirit tablet immediately ignited and quickly turned into a ball of ashes.

When the wind blows, the remaining ashes are floating in the air, as if saying goodbye to others.

After Xiang Zhihan finished everything, he put away his sword.

He lowered his head and adjusted his appearance to ensure that he still looked like an ordinary young doctor of Yong'an Hall.

"Wanwan! That's great!" Xiang Zhihan pushed open the door and ran to the bed, his face full of anxiety, "I finally found you."

Jiang Buwan woke up at the right time. She held her head and asked, "Husband, where are you?"

Xiang Zhihan helped her sit up and said, "This is the Zhang Mansion."

"Zhang's Mansion?!" Jiang Buwan pretended to have a headache and was confused, "Why am I here? Yesterday... I obviously yesterday..."

"Don't think about it if you have a headache." Xiang Zhihan said warmly, "I'll take you out of here first."

"Where is Zhang Shide?" Jiang Buwan asked, "I vaguely remember that he seemed to be the one who knocked me out."

Xiang Zhihan recalled Zhang Shide, who was still lying unconscious at the door of the ancestral hall, "I knocked him out."

"By the way, Wanwan." Xiang Zhihan asked as if he didn't care, "Do you know a man named Nie Feng?"

"Nie Feng? I don't know anyone named Nie."

Xiang Zhihan nodded thoughtfully. Could it be that the evil thing found the wrong person?

Or maybe Jiang Buwan knew him before, but now he has lost his memory, so he doesn't remember.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Jiang Buwan asked, "Who is Nie Feng?"

It seemed that Xiang Zhihan had defeated Poria yesterday.

I just don’t know if Fuling told him about her affairs, and if so, how much she told him.

The two of them held an umbrella together and walked in the wind and rain. Viewed from behind, they looked like a pair of lovers who were deeply in love and helping each other. In fact, they had their own thoughts and were testing each other.

"It's okay." Xiang Zhihan said with a smile, "I just accidentally saw this person's tomb in the Zhang family ancestral hall and felt strange."

"You said, the Zhang family's ancestral hall should obviously be named Zhang, but why is there a person with a foreign surname in their ancestral hall?" When Xiang Zhihan spoke, he kept looking at Jiang Buwan's expression from the corner of his eye to see her reaction.