Chapter 467: What's the situation, why is Jingjing'er on the list
Whoosh!
Two startling rainbows wrapped around a red shadow, like hawks fighting around a gray shadow, flying up and down, retreating back and forth, and occasionally one or two jingling sounds could be heard.
"Introductory swordsmanship depends on who is faster and who is more accurate. This is certainly not wrong, but if you want to go further, you must make your sword have a god..."
A calm voice came from the gray shadow, as if a teacher was teaching a student.
"You practice very hard, put in a lot of effort, and your sword is very fast, but your swordsmanship is still that of others. You don't have your own god in it. You can still fight against the same opponent, but you can fight against a higher opponent.
Sometimes it’s inevitable that there will be some… hits!”
Following the words, a ray of light flashed around the gray shadow, flashing away like lightning, and then a muffled sound was heard coming from the red shadow.
The figures separated to the left and right, and a figure in red appeared. Two frightening rainbows hovered around him, and the sword light flowed. Opposite him was a nun in gray clothes with bare hands and a relaxed look on his face.
"You are indeed very talented. If the situation were different, maybe I would look forward to your swordsmanship after your breakthrough."
Although the nun in gray had a calm face, her eyes seemed to be shining with sharpness.
"But it's a pity that you are destined to die here today!"
"Hehe...huhu..."
The man in red took a long breath, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed an evil smile.
"Although your swordsmanship is indeed better than that of a certain family, you don't feel that you have lost if you didn't fight to the end."
"hehe……"
The nun chuckled lightly, shook her head, then raised her hands, clasped them together on her chest, and chanted in a long voice.
"The flowers are hidden in the mist, and the brown dust is stirred. The traces are curved from the inchworm, and the road stretches out from the soaring dragon..."
Before he finished speaking, the nun in gray robes and the man in red across from him had both disappeared. Then, a sound of gold and iron was heard in the air, as well as a long laugh.
"Collect your strings to relax your thoughts, and swim in the abyss. The heavy stream flows thousands of feet, or the bait is hanging... Hahaha, Yinniang is indeed worthy of her reputation..."
The next moment, a red shadow, with a string of long laughter, had already thrown into the Qingdu Temple next to it, while the gray shadow circled in the air and landed in the small courtyard.
In front of the door.
"master?"
Pei Xinru raised her head, looked at the red shadow that rushed into the Qingdu Temple with hateful eyes, and asked in confusion.
"Jingjing'er is still alive, why don't you chase after..."
"No need to chase..."
The nun in gray looked down at Pei Xinru and said calmly.
"Jing Jing'er's heart has been hit by the sword of the poor nun. Life or death is at stake. What the poor nun promised you has been done..."
With that said, the nun in gray turned around and pushed open the door of the small courtyard and stepped straight in.
When the door closed, Pei Xinru heard the last words coming from the yard.
"In addition, I have a piece of advice for Xinru. If you want to survive, don't sneak into Qingdu Temple at will..."
As if to annotate the nun's words, before she could finish her words, the sound of Jing Jing'er's long laughter coming from the air turned into a howling sound.
"ah……"
Faintly, a cold voice came from the wind.
"Another scoundrel, get out!"
Originally, Pei Xinru had made up her mind and wanted to rush into the Qingdu Temple, but under the nun's persuasion, especially after Jing Jing'er's long laughter turned into a miserable howl, she gave up...
…
"Forget it, Master never lies. Since he said Jing Jing'er is dead, then he must be dead!"
As she said that, Pei Xinru glanced at the Qingdu Temple with fear, turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the small courtyard.
"Ah...Master, you are unreasonable. It's not me who broke your whisk this time, why do you hit me...Ahhh...Master, I was wrong, please be merciful!"
Hearing the familiar scream, Pei Xinru's eyes flashed with a soft light, but the light disappeared immediately. She knelt down, kowtowed gently in the direction of the small courtyard, and then stood up.
Come, the figure flashes and disappears.
…
Bang!
Jingjing'er in red struggled to push open the hall of a large house in Yongjiafang, walked in unsteadily, sat down under the third lampstand, waved his hand with difficulty, and the flame on the lampstand lit up.
It burned.
"call……"
After doing all this, Jing Jing'er raised her head and leaned against the wall behind her, breathing heavily.
A few minutes later, a gust of wind blew from the yard, and then the figure of Xue Deyin, a man in black, appeared in the hall.
"Who wants to entrust...Jing Jing'er, what's wrong with you?"
"There was a little mistake..."
The corners of Jing Jing'er's mouth raised, revealing a familiar smile.
"The Pei Jieyu entrusted by the warrior Xun turned out to be Monk Ji Zang's sweetheart at the time, and she was also a member of the Yin Sect, so she was so happy to see Hunter Xin that she had a fight with Yin Niang..."
The man in black looked down at the wound on Jing Jing'er's chest and asked calmly.
"To tell the important point, how are you injured?"
"A sword penetrates the heart..."
Jing Jing'er smiled, as if she was talking about someone else's affairs.
"It's hard to save Da Luo!"
"oh!"
Xue Deyin nodded calmly, and then his eyes fell on the thin layer of ice on Jing Jing'er's chest.
"Then why is the coldness on your wound? Could it be that Yinniang's swordsmanship has changed again?"
"This..."
Jing Jing'er looked down at her chest, and her smile became a little weird.
"This has nothing to do with Yin Niang. It's because I broke into someone else's boudoir and was beaten as if I was an impostor. But this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. If I hadn't received this beating, the cold air of the other party temporarily froze my body.
If there are wounds, a certain family may not be able to survive here."
"oh……"
Xue Deyin nodded again and continued calmly.
"Then do you have any last words?"
"A certain family has no other regrets, but this sister in Chang'an..."
Having said this, Jing Jing'er silently touched her heart with her hand.
"After so-and-so dies, don't tell Xiaoqing that so-and-so is dead, just say... so-and-so has left Chang'an!"
Xue Deyin nodded again.
"good!"
"in addition……"
Jing Jing'er raised her head, took two laborious breaths, and then continued.
"You inform the warrior Xun that this Pei Jieyu is the murderer of Zhang Daoyuan. She is a member of the hidden sect and is very powerful. If you want to assassinate again, unless Kong Kong'er comes in person, if he wants to continue the assassination, he will have to increase the number of assassins.
Money!"
"Someone knows this..."
Xue Deyin said calmly.
"A contract is a contract. When the time comes, I will do this myself."
"good!"
Jing Jing'er nodded, her body seemed to relax, and she leaned against the wall weakly, with a relieved smile on her face.
"There's nothing else... It's a pity that I just saw the opportunity to make a breakthrough in my swordsmanship, and as a result... if God can give me some more time..."
As he spoke, Jing Jing'er's voice became deeper and deeper, and by the time he said the last sentence, it had become inaudible.
Then, he lowered his head that had been held high in front of Xue Deyin's eyes, and two white and bright things hung from his nose.
"call……"
Xue Deyin breathed out silently, then leaned down and picked up Jing Jing'er.
A gust of wind blew by, and the hall of the abandoned house became deserted. The originally lit lamp swayed a few times in the wind, and then went out with a pop.
…
"The spirits are all on the list. I really saw the undead..."
A Taoist priest in white clothes standing in front of the Taoist Immortal Temple in Nanzhao Mountain looked up at the sky with a surprised look on his face.
"Why did nothing happen when Pindao was in Chang'an? Just a few days after leaving Chang'an, these things happened one after another. First Shi Zhixuan was on the list, and then Jing Jing'er also followed.
, who should be next? Nie Yinniang...well, Pindao is wrong, the current Yinniang doesn't seem to be named Nie!"
"Real person..."
Seeing the Taoist priest in white looking up at the sky with a surprised look on his face, the old Taoist priest following him couldn't help but look up at the sky with a strange expression on his face.
"Did you sense what happened? Why didn't the old man feel anything..."
Kong Qing lowered his head and silently glanced at the old Taoist priest standing next to him.
Nonsense, if you can sense the death of someone in Chang'an City while standing in the suburbs of Changsha, then you are not a quasi-real person, but a real Da Luo Tianxian!
"Nothing, just a whim..."
After saying that, Kong Qing raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City with a solemn expression.
"Just now I seemed to have vaguely heard the roar of a dragon. This was the backlash of the dragon's energy. I guess an important minister in the court was assassinated!"
"ah……"
After hearing what Kong Qing said, Tang Goubie, who was standing next to him, suddenly became excited.
People living in the south of Changsha can actually sense the changes in Chang'an's dragon energy on a whim, and can also deduce that an important minister has been assassinated...
Normal real people shouldn't be able to do this kind of thing, right?
This Master Qingwei is so enigmatic!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little more uneasy and asked tentatively.
"Master, since such a big thing happened in Chang'an, do you have to go back?"
"how?"
Kong Qing turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Tang Guanzhu, you seem to be looking forward to Pindao's return to Chang'an..."
"No no no..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Tang Goubie quickly moved his hands and answered in a flurry.
"How could the old Taoist think so? Master Qingwei has come to help clean up the demons and monsters in Changsha Xuantan. The old Taoist is too late to be happy. How can he expect you to return to Chang'an?"
"oh!"
Kong Qing nodded with a smile, then waved the white jade whisk in his hand and walked towards the Taoist Temple.
"Then Pindao is relieved. Next, Guanzhu Tang, tell Pindao about the evil demons and ghosts around here, so that Pindao can visit them one by one..."