Cheng Yu folded his wings and landed on the roof of Zhuangtou's backyard.
Just now he took a hurried tour of the front and back yards and found that all the bird's nests were empty.
He felt uneasy and chirped several times in front of and behind the village.
When no bird responded, Cheng Yu's heart sank, and he spread his wings to continue searching.
"Chi chi chi."
"Chirp."
Suddenly there were bursts of birds chirping in the wilds, and Cheng Yu felt happy when he heard it.
They are all still there.
"Pulling!"
Que Lao Niang and Hei Tantou's family flew back one after another, landed on the roof of Zhuangtou's house, and chatted for a while, discussing the various strange phenomena just now.
The sparrows were docile and bouncing around as if nothing had happened.
Cheng Yu felt relieved when he saw that all the birds were fine.
At this time, Jia Fei transformed into a human form, jumped up and down the spine, flew high, and landed gently next to Cheng Yu, frightening the other sparrows and flying away.
Cheng Yu only had time to ask what happened just now, and Jia Fei gave a rough account of what happened.
Dense white thorns...
The old hedgehog lady...
The restless golden blade...
Cheng Yu briefly thought about it in his mind, and then roughly recounted what happened in the civil and military hall in the morning, picking out the important ones.
After some discussion with the bird and the cat, this old hedgehog spirit should be related to the evil spirit in the mountain col.
Now Qi Ling Youer has been fused with the snowflake, and she has taken on a human form and can speak human words.
As long as she leads the way, it shouldn't be difficult to find the mountain pass.
As for the restless golden light blade, put it in the treasure bag first, and wait until it is near the mountain col before doing anything easy.
The two of them had just discussed the outline when they heard a cry of surprise coming from the main room of the village below.
"Yo! Wake up, wake up!"
"This is the immortal, he looks so fair."
"Mo Hun said."
Another banker quietly punched the banker and glanced at Huo Yazi.
The person who praised the immortal whiteness hurriedly covered his mouth when he saw Huo Yazi's dark and red face.
The young swordsman woke up and turned around.
At this time, there were eight or nine villagers surrounding the hot bed, plus Huo Yazi and Fei Yanzu, who had about a dozen people, so the main room was packed to the brim.
The young swordsman lying in the middle of the kang slowly opened his eyes. In the dark room, there was an indescribable strange smell, and there were dark faces...
Did you come to the underworld after death?
He tried to move his body, but he was still there.
As soon as he got lucky, he felt sluggish all over, and another mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, almost gushing out in public, and then he remembered what had just happened.
Alas!
The sword is gone, and it is better to die.
He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Don't move around. It's safe here. Recuperate in peace."
The sword immortal's heart suddenly froze, who is speaking?
Why does it sound so familiar?
He turned his back to the sky and opened his eyes again, and an old face with a beard was reflected in his eyes.
Hmm?
The swordsman turned over and got up with a "Gulu" sound. He stared at Huo Yazi's old face and looked left and right. He lowered his head and saw the two ancient characters "spiritual calamity" on the broken sword. Then he looked back at the old Taoist saying.
His face was full of disbelief.
I was stunned to see Feiyan next to me.
Is Master’s old face so good-looking?
Huo Yazi seemed to suddenly remember something, and he hurriedly stood up to avoid it, but saw the young swordsman turned over and got off the kang, kneeling in front of the old Taoist.
"Meet the master's uncle!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Everyone in the room was stunned.
"This... alas!"
The old Taoist sighed and sat back on the edge of the kang.
Feiyan quietly pulled the old Taoist, whispered in his ear and asked:
"Master, how much did it cost to hire him?"
"Ah go go go!"
The old Taoist became even more impatient after hearing this, and waved his hand to brush Fei Yan away.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door outside the house, and Zhuangtou Liu An opened the door, but it was Xiang Lian who was called to question by the old Taoist.
Xianglian saw everyone in the room kneeling, sitting or standing, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Meet the old god."
Xianglian said ten thousand blessings, Huo Yazi waved his hand.
She took out the broken sword handle from her sleeve and offered it with both hands:
"I found this in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. I think it belongs to this immortal."
The kneeling swordsman only glanced back, then closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look again.
Feiyan stretched out his head to take a look, but saw that no one dared to pick it up. He stepped forward and took the sword handle. His hands were cold, and there was a faint sound of tide coming from it. He couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue.
Master has spent a lot of money this time.
Could it be that the strange screams outside the village just now were arranged by him?
But Zhuangzi had just died yesterday, and one of them was possessed by an evil spirit and was beheaded by his master on the spot. His reputation was already unparalleled, so why did he make such an arrangement?
And why am I completely unaware of such a large-scale battle?
Alas, this master is really getting harder and harder to understand.
Huo Yazi took the sword handle and suddenly remembered something. While the young man at his feet was still kneeling and sobbing secretly, he quietly handed Feiyan the Spiritual Tribulation Sword placed on the edge of the kang, hinting him to put the sword into its sheath.
Fei Yan put the broken sword into its sheath, and Lao Dao took the sword back into its sheath, and then looked at the sword handle in his hand carefully.
There are two ancient Chinese seal characters engraved on the front of the sword: passing water.
It must be the name of this flying sword.
There are four small characters on the sword handle: Qianxia Qiuluo.
"Your name is Qiu Luo?"
"Back to my uncle, yes."
"The fairy sword fades away?"
"Yes!"
"Well, raise your head."
The man named Qiu Luo raised his head, but he no longer dared to look directly at Huo Yazi's old face.
"Whose disciple are you?"
Qiu Luo was stunned for a moment and said:
"Disciple Luoxiafeng, master Yuta Xuanshen."
"Oh, he's Xuan Shen's disciple. It's such a pity that he's lost his life..."
Qiu Luo lowered his head again, and Huo Yazi asked him to get up and answer.
Several villagers nearby were sitting and standing, and some were even sitting on the kang in a daze.
It wasn't until the handsome swordsman was aroused by the old Taoist that everyone responded and got off the kang to help the swordsman named Qiu Luo.
The little boy Feiyan stood aside with a frown on his face, always observing the swordsman.
The old Taoist saw that Qiu Luo's face was pale and without a trace of blood, and he was really weak, so he asked everyone to help him lie down.
Qiu Luo first confessed to the old Taoist, and then he was helped to lie on the kang.
"Let me ask you, why did you come to this village?"
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The old Taoist suddenly asked with a hint of severity in his tone.
"Reporting to my uncle, after my disciple mastered the passing water three years ago, he reported to his master and requested to travel down the mountain. He was supposed to be able to return to the mountain next year.
It's just that the disciple is dull and has a shallow Taoist practice. In three years, he only got rid of a few evil spirits and felt that he had no face to go back.
Just when we were exterminating demons last year, we learned by chance that the Bai family, one of the five demon families that had not been born for a long time, was suddenly wiped out for unknown reasons. Only the mother of the clan escaped with serious injuries, and the clan's magic weapon was also missing. The disciple secretly inquired carefully and found some clues. He touched Qingluo Mountain all the way and searched along the mountain range for two days. He happened to notice a large wave of demonic power at the foot of the mountain, so the disciple hurriedly rushed to take action. Unexpectedly,
Too late..."
Huo Yazi sighed, and then asked Xianglian:
"That little girl, you saw with your own eyes that he killed the old lady in white?"
Xiang Lian nodded solemnly.
Qiu Luo didn't know why, so Xianglian recounted what happened just now.
Huo Yazi looked at Qiu Luo next to him.
Well...
In this world, there is only one young talent who can reach Qianxia Mountain.
The person who was put down on the mountain again was one of the best among the disciples. Naturally, he had outstanding abilities. Although he was inevitably arrogant and arrogant, it was considered a normal operation.
Since he came down from the mountain, he has only met a few little monsters. He has not suffered any setbacks in the past three years, so he will inevitably become more arrogant and arrogant, even daring to fight as big as just now.
I have to be careful even if I have a golden finger.
It's better to be young, at least he was fooled by him in the end.
Alas...
Qiu Luo on the side heard that he had killed the old lady, and he was secretly happy. Although he had lost his life, at least returning to the mountain was enough to explain.
However, he remembered that when he fought with the old lady in white, there was also a woman in green, and there was a hint of evil spirit leaking out during the fight.
"For the record, my uncle, when I fought with the old lady in white, there was another woman in green, who seemed to be a demon."
"No, the woman in blue is the Quexian Grandma of our village. I saw it with my own eyes. Initially, there was no one in the ancestral hall, but when I turned around, she walked out of the ancestral hall."
Buzz!
As soon as Xianglian said this, all the farmers in the house started talking.
It turns out that I have been praying for so long. Could it be that I have prayed wrongly?
"You really read that right?"
"It's absolutely true! If I read it wrong or tell it out of nowhere, heaven will strike with thunder!"
After Xianglian finished speaking, she took out a stack of handkerchiefs and untied them while saying:
"Just now I picked up a lock of her hair at the place where they were fighting."
She unfolded the veil, and inside lay a bunch of black hair.
Huo Yazi stood up, took the handkerchief, looked at it, and then picked up the broken water-passing sword. When they came closer, although the broken sword was dim, it trembled slightly.
"This girl is right, this hair is not an ordinary thing."
Everyone fell silent.
He handed the handkerchief back to Xianglian, and Xianglian packed it carefully. Qiu Luo on the side said:
"When I arrived at the entrance of the village, the woman in blue was fighting with the old lady in white, and seemed to be snatching a mysterious object that glowed with white light."
When Qiu Luo said this, his heart suddenly moved.
Broken!
I didn't know that my uncle was here, so I rashly took advantage of the situation. Isn't this a trap deliberately set up by his old man?
Qiu Luo turned over and sat up, carefully and humbly asked:
"Uncle Qi Shi, haven't you always been in the back mountain? Why are you showing up as an immortal in this precious place?"
