044: The antique of the dark house is the leader of the Sun
Looking at the water tank leaning against the wall opposite.
Chu Yanjin frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.
The bloody smell that I smelled yesterday was even reborn in my spiritual sense.
From his point of view, the feng shui in this courtyard is obviously abnormal, and it feels a bit like a shady house.
There seems to be a lingering resentment and obsession lingering around.
If we were in a world of spiritual cultivation where spiritual energy was abundant, evil things would surely arise in such a shady house.
Ghosts will be born, so it is a favorite place for Taoist friends who specialize in soul-catching, exorcising ghosts, and thunder magic to visit.
But in this world where spiritual energy is cut off, this haunted house only makes people feel a little eerie and uncomfortable, without any evil being born.
Chu Yanjin looked like he was strolling leisurely, but in fact he walked up to the water tank with great vigilance, pulled out the sharp long knife behind his back, opened the lid of the water tank, and took a sideways glance.
All I saw was that the tank was empty.
There were only some traces of gravel and shriveled moss, and the gloomy and bloody atmosphere I felt before seemed to have disappeared at this time.
"strangeness......"
Chu Yanjin frowned, looked into the tank carefully, then turned around and went into the house to investigate the situation.
Walking past the ruins of the wall, I pushed open the old wooden door that made a creaking sound.
Suddenly a puff of dust and a musty smell hit my face.
The light inside the house is even dimmer, and spider webs are everywhere.
The floor was covered with sawdust and dust, but all the furnishings, including the carpets on the floor, were still there. It was obvious that the owner of the house had left in a hurry and was almost scared away, and did not even take away the furniture.
"Spirituality..."
Chu Yanjin's eyes suddenly fell on the antique decorations on the shelves in the living room opposite, as well as the simple calligraphy and paintings hanging in the front hall opposite.
The Xuanwu Dao Fruit in my mind was particularly active at this time, sensing the spiritual existence in these objects.
"It seems that the spiritual energy fluctuations I sensed last night came from these objects?
As for the bloody smell, it’s probably because this is a haunted house. I’ve been breaking through too quickly recently, so I may have revived some memories, and my spiritual senses have become a bit suspicious..."
Chu Yanjin thought to himself.
Immediately, the skilled artist boldly stepped towards the antique objects that exuded spirituality in the house.
This time is not in vain.
After a cup of tea.
He walked out of the house with unfinished thoughts, feeling quite satisfied with the extra forty-three points of spiritual energy, and immediately left the courtyard and left quickly.
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A few days later.
In addition to his daily practice, Chu Yanjin also wandered between teahouses and restaurants.
As the date of the Fengxue Sword Forum approaches, more and more people from all over the world come to watch the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal.
In addition to Guiyue City where he is located, several other surrounding towns have also become very lively.
Outside the city, fighting broke out from time to time.
Most of the time, old enemies met each other, and if they disagreed, they would fight each other with swords, causing a bloody storm.
In this mixed situation, the gangsters mostly huddle together for warmth and be cautious in their words and deeds.
The disciples of our major sect are extremely famous, and they often invite each other to compete with each other, hoping to become famous.
However, the most eye-catching ones are the masters on the China Talent List and the China Dragon List.
Almost everyone's arrival caused a commotion, and they were welcomed early by the Fengxue Sword Sect to stay at the inn in the city or the manor at the foot of the sect's mountain.
At this time, Chu Yanjin also heard someone talking about his name in the restaurant, and the things they talked about were all related to the Kunji Enlightenment Conference.
A few of them would talk about his ranking on the list of handsome men in China, and sometimes they would be so controversial that they would blush and become thick-necked.
"According to me, that young master's reputation is currently greater than his strength, and his victory over the bandit Qingkong doesn't mean anything.
After all, Bandit Qingkong was only ranked sixty-sixth on the list, and everyone before him could beat him. However, that young master only had this record, and now he is ranked forty-ninth on the China Talent List. This...
.... Harmful! It’s hard to say, hard to say.”
"You don't dare to say it, do you? Having said this, what else do you dare not to say? Since the disappearance of Kunji Sect ten days ago, that young master's ranking on the list has risen instead of falling. It has indeed caused a stir
Some masters are dissatisfied. It is said that some masters have stated in public that they want to compete with this young master."
"Harmful! That's just clamoring. If the Human Emperor Sun Zhen is here, won't he have to leave with his tail between his legs?"
Chu Yanjin took a bottle of wine, walked over, sat down and continued to listen.
Some of the debaters looked back at him, then changed the topic and started talking about other notable experts who had appeared.
Such as Li Xingyun of Wuliang Sword, Zhuo Fengfan, the chief disciple of Fengxue Sword Sect, Long Qingzhu, the true disciple of Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, and even Bai Hanyue, the demon master of Yuan Mo Sect, etc.
Chu Yanjin was startled, "The Demon Master Bai Hanyue is here too?"
The Demon Sect, especially the Yuan Demon Sect, will not appear without fail.
Could it be that Yuan Mo Sect knew something about Fengxue Sword Sect, so why didn't they contact him?
The man who was talking on the side picked a peanut and threw it into his mouth. He touched the mole on the corner of his mouth and said cheerfully, "Young Demon Bai Hanyue dares to show up near the Snow Wind Sword Sect at this juncture. I'm afraid that all the demon sects have been really...
There is going to be a big move, first by the Kunji Sect, and now by the Fengxue Sword Sect. I think things may not be easy for Jianghu in the future..."
After these strange remarks, the atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became depressing and tense, with some people looking worried.
"Even if you don't count those old devils with amazing magic skills, the strength of the young devil alone is not trivial.
It is said that he has broken through to the Kaiyang realm, and his strength is firmly ranked eighth in the list of handsome men in China. He is also studying the Demon Sect's secret book "Yuan Mo Zhen Gong", and our faction leaders have to go around when they see him."
"If the Fengxue Sword Sect really has the inheritance of the Sword Immortal, it won't be afraid of the demonic sects. Even if the leader of the Yuan Mo Sect comes in person, can it withstand a sword from the Sword Immortal?"
Perhaps feeling that the topic was a bit heavy, the group changed the topic again and started talking about women that men like to see, especially beauties.
Chu Yanjin listened for a while and found it boring.
This feeling is like a group of strange men chatting with some strange women. Especially when these strange men think that the strange women they are talking about are beautiful, but in fact they are not so beautiful, it is really hard to drink.
He immediately paid for the drink and went straight to a remote teahouse in the alley.
These days, the teahouse that I often visit is doing good business.
But it was already approaching dusk.
There were far fewer tea drinkers, with only two or three drinking tea here and there.
Chu Yanjin was about to step into the teahouse when his ears suddenly trembled and he heard a slight rustling sound in the house across the corner of the alley.
It was like the sound of leaves blown by the wind.
But in the ears of experts, they can accurately distinguish that it is the sound of wind brought by the clothes of the master with outstanding qinggong.
"Um?"
Chu Yan's first thought was that some new visitor from the world had mistakenly entered the haunted house.
But soon, the spiritual sense suddenly captured a fleeting spiritual energy fluctuation, which was almost the same as the last time it was sensed...
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