Mortal Seeking Immortal

The monks at the table next to the window stood up and backed away with a "huh", their faces pale, and they held various magical weapons and stared at the old beggar standing in front of them.

The monk standing outside summoned up the courage and asked, "I wonder what you call me, senior? I just didn't intend to offend my senior, so please forgive me."

The shopkeeper also came to his senses at this time. He took a few steps back without leaving a trace, quietly retracted his right hand into his wide sleeve, and secretly crushed a jade talisman hidden in his sleeve.

The smile on the old beggar's face faded, and he looked at these monks with a flash of contempt in his eyes, and mocked: "Based on your status, you are not worthy of knowing my name."

After saying that, the thin wooden stick in the old beggar's hand was gently punched on the ground. Dozens of light yellow arc-shaped sword energy appeared out of thin air and shot towards several monks.

The monks quickly waved their magic weapons to resist. Unexpectedly, as soon as their magic weapons came into contact with the sword energy, they were cut into two pieces by the sharp sword energy.

Just listen to the sound of "puff puff" and the sound of a blunt instrument entering the flesh. Several monks standing in front of the old beggar had their heads removed and fell to the ground in a miserable state of death.

Blood splashed all over the floor, and a strong smell of blood floated in the Bafang Inn. Everyone present turned pale and did not dare to vent their anger. Many people subconsciously began to run away quickly.

The old beggar killed someone in the Bafang Inn. He did not think about leaving. Instead, he looked around and walked to a clean table and stood there. Before he could speak, several monks sitting on the table had already stood up tremblingly. Step aside.

The old beggar let out two weird laughs of "hehe", and looked at the monks who gave up the table to him with unfinished eyes. The monks were too frightened to look at the old beggar, so they huddled together and stepped back one after another. go.

A sneer appeared on the old beggar's face. He gently placed the black pottery bowl in his hand on the table. He looked sideways at the shopkeeper and said with a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "Shopkeeper, why don't you serve me a drink? Are you afraid of me? Can’t afford it?”

Before the shopkeeper could speak, he heard a loud voice coming from outside the inn: "Hahaha, I don't know that fellow Taoist enemy Wanjianmen came to my Bafang Inn, but it was a bit awkward to welcome him from afar. Don't blame me."

When the shopkeeper who was standing there heard this voice, the nervous look on his face suddenly disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned around and stepped aside to greet the people who came in from the door.

The displeasure on the old beggar's face suddenly disappeared. He looked up at the door and saw an old man in gray robes with a red face walking slowly in from the door. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of the old beggar. Certainly.

On the gray robe on the old man's chest, a conspicuous word "Qing" was embroidered with silver thread.

When the monks around heard what the old man said, they immediately whispered and said, "No wonder this person dared to kill people at the inn opened by Qingshamen. It turns out he is from Wanjianmen!"

"Wanjian Sect has always guarded its shortcomings. Most of its members are walking outside and acting arrogantly. However, this is the first time I have seen this person who dares to cause trouble on other sects' territory. Could it be that he has a backend in Wanjian Sect?"

Just when the monks were guessing the identity of the old beggar, a thin monk sitting next to Ye Zhou seemed to suddenly think of something, his face suddenly changed, and he said in surprise: "The monk named Qiu from Wanjian Clan, could he be that one?" Bit?"

A monk sitting at the same table with the thin monk asked in a low voice, "Oh? Do you recognize his identity?"

Several monks around him looked at the thin monk, as if they wanted to know the identity of the old beggar from him.

The thin monk seemed to have thought of something terrible. He swallowed and then said slowly in a low voice: "A year ago, I went to Donglin Country to attend a gathering of loose cultivators. On the way, I encountered more than a dozen villages that had been massacred. Towns and cities Thousands of mortals and monks died in such miserable conditions."

"Later, I rushed to the gathering of casual cultivators and overheard several knowledgeable casual cultivators talking about the matter. I found out that the people in those towns were all massacred by a disciple of the Wanjian Sect with the surname Qiu, in order to use those common people His blood warms a magical weapon that is about to be refined."

"The Donglin Kingdom is controlled by the Wanjian Sect, and the master of the monk surnamed Qiu is an elder of the Wanjian Sect. Therefore, no one held the monk surnamed Qiu responsible for this matter, and the killing of the people was ignored. ”

"It is said that the monk surnamed Qiu has the foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation. Because of his weird temper, he likes to wander around dressed as a beggar. If anyone makes him unhappy, he will kill people."

Hearing this, all the monks sitting next to the thin monk felt chills on their backs and trembled all over.

As soon as the thin monk finished speaking, Ye Zhou heard the old beggar grinning over there, showing his yellow teeth and smiling at the gray-robed old man: "I'm sorry, Qiu Xiong didn't know that Daoist Xu is guarding the Bafang Inn here now, and he was having sex with a few casual cultivators. It's a small conflict, please don't blame me, fellow Taoist."

After saying that, Qiu Xiong raised his hand to the old man named Xu, as if to express his apology, but his face showed a casual look.

When the old man surnamed Xu saw this, he did not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he ordered the shopkeeper to immediately send someone to clean up the pile of corpses of casual cultivators. He also took out a few bottles of wine from the storage ring and put them in front of Qiu Xiong and said: "Fellow Daoist Qiu When I came to our store, I just got a few bottles of spiritual wine, and I asked fellow Taoist Qiu to taste it."

Seeing the old man surnamed Xu acting like this, Qiu Xiong showed a proud look on his face. He reached out and was about to pick up one of the bottles of wine to taste, when he saw a green, slender bamboo leaf turned into aura flying in from the window, shooting straight at him. Xiang Qiu Xiong's heart.

A sinister look flashed in Qiu Xiong's eyes, and with a move of the thin wooden stick in his hand, dozens of sword energy split into two streams, one flew towards the spiritual bamboo leaf, and the other flew towards the window.

After a few muffled "bangs", the seemingly fragile spiritual bamboo leaves broke through five or six sword qi in a row. Finally, due to the exhaustion of its own spiritual power, it was cut into several broken green lights by the remaining sword qi and dissipated in the air.

The old man surnamed Xu standing aside hurriedly stepped aside, as if sitting on the wall and watching.

The next moment after the spiritual bamboo leaves dissipated, more than 20 spiritual bamboo leaves flew in from the window, as if they had eyes, and flew towards the beggar named Qiu Xiong with a "whoosh" sound.

Qiu Xiong already knew the power of these spiritual bamboo leaves, and did not dare to be arrogant. He hurriedly stood up and retreated, waving the thin wooden stick in his hand. A deep yellow spiritual light burst out from the thin wooden stick, and a hint of strange blood color was faintly revealed in this deep yellow spiritual light.

Countless pale yellow sword qi flew out from the thin wooden stick and went towards the direction where the spiritual bamboo leaves came from.

There was a loud noise of "crackling", and countless sword qi and spiritual bamboo leaves were seen slashing and breaking each other in mid-air. In just one breath, more than half of Qiu Xiong's sword qi was lost.

Qiu Xiong showed a cautious look on his face. While releasing sword qi to break the spiritual bamboo leaves, he looked out the window and asked loudly: "I wonder which Taoist friend is coming outside?"

A clear and pleasant male voice like jade was heard from outside the window, and he said arrogantly: "Because you are too ugly, you polluted my eyes, ugly thing, get out of here!"

Qiu Xiong's face suddenly showed a trace of anger, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He hated others mocking him the most in his life, but when he thought of the spiritual bamboo leaves with extraordinary power, he suppressed his anger.

At this time, the old man surnamed Xu who stepped aside said, "May I ask if you are Gongsun Xun, the son of Gongsun of Feiyun Sect?"

The male voice outside the window said, "Yes."

When Qiu Xiong heard the name 'Gongsun Xun', his face changed, and his figure flashed, turning into a shadow and quickly leaving the main door of the inn.