Sword Moon Lyrics

Isn't this the realm of "body sword" that Master Liu Yunzi said?

He can reach this realm, and no matter how good this ghost is, he at least has a flying sword of magic weapon level.

Thinking that this person may be more powerful than Master, Shi Feng's courage trembled, and he performed the Moon Shadow Breaking Footwork and flew into the air.

His escape immediately exposed his flaws. The ghost waved his right arm, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, hitting Shi Feng's right rib.

"Swish", Shi Feng's clothes suddenly tore open a big hole. Fortunately, he had put on the Seven Fire Gourd Armor in advance. The armor was hard and blocked the sword energy, saving Shi Feng from being disemboweled.

Shi Feng took advantage of the situation and flew onto the roof. The ghost missed the attack and jumped up.

Shi Feng had no intention of fighting, so he turned around and ran.

He passed through the house and the ghost chased him closely. His body movement was so light that his footsteps were almost inaudible.

Shi Feng ran all the way without looking back. Suddenly, he saw a wooden building in front of him, with a lantern carrying the words "Maocai" written on it.

He suddenly remembered that Su Mengzhu had said to Miss Ning San before leaving, "If you have any problems, you can go to Maocai Inn to find me."

Shi Feng jumped from the roof to the yard and shouted loudly, "Mr. Su, Mr. Su Mengzhu, help, help."

In the middle of the night, this series of shouting was particularly harsh and woke up all the guests.

"Who called me?"

A window was opened and someone stuck his head out. It was Su Mengzhu.

Shi Feng hurried over, "Mr. Su, I'm the friend of Miss Ning Si, no, Miss Ning San. Someone is chasing me."

Su Mengzhu frowned and said, "You are mixed up, are you Miss San's friend or Miss Si's friend?"

"I was originally Miss Si's friend, I don't know Miss San." Shi Feng said, "Everyone knows that Mr. Su admires Miss Ning San. I was afraid that Mr. Su would not help, so I said I was Miss San's friend."

Su Mengzhu smiled, "You are quite honest. It's okay. Miss Si's friend is naturally Miss San's friend, and Miss San's friend is also my friend, Su. You shouted for help, is someone chasing you?"

Shi Feng looked back and saw nothing behind him. The ghost had disappeared without knowing when.

"Mr. Su, did you see the man in black?"

Su Mengzhu shook his head, "What man in black?"

"Never mind, Mr. Su, I'm here to find you, come back to Laoshi Inn with me, someone attacked Miss Ning San."

"Ambush Miss Ning San? What's going on?" Su Mengzhu jumped off the window sill and grabbed Shi Feng's arm.

"Let's talk while we walk."

"Okay!"

The two of them hurried to Laoshi Inn. Shi Feng briefly told them what happened. He found that someone attacked Miss Ning San's donkey, and then three masked men appeared and held him, Mu Yanhan, and Master Ganchu.

"What about Miss Ning San?" Su Mengzhu was extremely anxious.

"I haven't seen her show up."

"Oh no..."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at Laoshi Inn, and saw flames and people from afar.

Su Mengzhu didn't care about Shi Feng, and rushed over with a few teleportations.

The whole inn was in chaos. The fire started in the stable, where seven or eight horses were tied. They were all frightened, neighing loudly, breaking free from the reins, and running around.

Everyone shouted, carrying buckets and wooden basins, and poured water on the fire.

At this time, Shi Feng also arrived, and someone on the roof immediately shouted, "Xiao Feng, you are back."

Shi Feng was overjoyed and jumped up, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, oh, this is Mr. Su."

Su Mengzhu also jumped over and said anxiously, "Master, how is Miss Ning San?"

"I don't know. I was going to call Miss San, but suddenly a man in black jumped out and fought with me. After a while, the stable caught fire, and he ran away, and then you arrived."

"Miss San must have been in trouble, go and see."

Su Mengzhu rushed upstairs in three or two steps and slammed the door hard, "Miss San, Miss San, wake up, wake up! Ning Ruozhu, Ning Ruozhu!"

No one answered.

Su Mengzhu was very anxious, and the magic power in his palm burst out, and the bolt broke with a "crack".

Miss Ning San had set up a simple ban before going to bed, but it was destroyed by Su Mengzhu's full-strength attack.

Su Mengzhu shook his right hand, and the whole wooden door broke into pieces, and his people had already rushed in.

Shi Feng secretly admired that although this Mr. Su was unrestrained and cynical, he actually had a deep foundation and was not a playboy.

"Miss San, Miss San!"

Hearing Su Mengzhu's voice, Gan Chu Daoren and Shi Feng didn't care about suspicion and went into the house together.

The house was not big, and it was clear at a glance. Miss Ning San lay softly on the wooden bed, already unconscious.

"How is it?"

Su Mengzhu felt the pulse of Miss Ning San, "She should have been poisoned by a very strong incense, and her life should be fine."

Shi Feng hurriedly said, "Then I'll go call Doctor Mu, he was also lured away by the man in black."

"No, no," Su Mengzhu waved his hand, "Mu Yanhan has great magical powers, and his medical skills are not bad. He may not be able to detoxify this poison. It just so happens that I have an appointment with Monk Duo Luo to meet at the Dharma King Temple. I will quickly take Miss Ning San to him to detoxify."

"Is it the famous monk Duo Luo from Qianye Temple who has read all the scriptures and is knowledgeable?"

"That's him. Although he is a bit pedantic and slow, his medical skills are really good. Without further ado, I will take Miss Ning San to him now."

Su Mengzhu said, and picked up Miss Ning San.

Taoist Qianchu sent a message and asked, "Xiao Feng, are we going to let him take Miss Ning away like this? Is there anything wrong?"

"Uncle, you and I have seen it. Miss Ning San is indeed poisoned. Mr. Su loves Miss Ning San, so he would not do anything harmful to her. How about, uncle, are you responsible for helping Miss Ning San detoxify?" "

Taoist Qianchu smiled bitterly, "Let's forget it then."

Su Mengzhu had already opened the window and turned around and said, "Taoist Priest, judging from your appearance, should you be Master Qianchu of Taiji Sect?"

"The poor Taoist is the beginning of the Qian Dynasty, and I don't dare to take the word "real person" seriously.

"It's an urgent matter, so I won't be polite to you anymore. I'll stop by to say thank you another day."

As he spoke, Su Mengzhu jumped up and flew away with his royal weapon, causing a group of ordinary people to shout for gods.

Not long after Su Mengzhu left, a white shadow hurriedly returned to the inn. It was Mu Yanhan. He soon discovered that the door of Miss Ning San's room was broken open and that the third Miss was missing. He was shocked to death.

He asked the waiter and found out that there was a young man in white holding a young woman and flying away in the air.

"It's Su Mengzhu! Oops, I've fallen into a trap!" Mu Yanhan's face turned red with anger, he asked for directions, and chased after him.

The fire burned for half an hour and was finally put out. There was a mess everywhere. Qian Chu and Shi Feng had no intention of sleeping anymore. They sat down until dawn and set off again.

At noon the next day, the two of them galloped into a very tall stone city gate. This was Chengdu Prefecture, an important town in the southwest of Qinzhong!

The two entered through the North City Gate. The weather was hot and they rested for an hour in a wine shop. The two continued on their way. The city was densely populated and it was impossible to ride a horse. They could only lead the horse on foot and walk all the way through the city.

After leaving the south gate of Chengdu, we rode another fifteen or six miles.

Dusk was approaching, the sun was setting over the mountain, and two horses were running across a slope. Master Qianchu took off his bamboo hat and laughed and said: "We are finally here!"

From a high position, you can see a lake stretching out in front of you. The setting sun reflects on the lake, making it sparkle with golden light.

This large lake is a hundred miles in circumference, dotted with seven or eight small islands in the middle. Some tiled houses and green bricks are occasionally exposed among the dense shade of weeping willows. There are many fishing boats on the lake. They are making constant noises and are carrying full boats of fish and shrimps. Row to the island.

Shi Feng scratched his head and said, "Is this the weapon refiner?"

Master Qianchu said: "What? Can't you see it?"

Shi Feng smiled and said: "This peaceful scene, with the fishing boats singing late, I just thought I was in some kind of paradise!"

"Hehe! It's not obvious that this is the genius of the family. The Yan family has a long history and is one of the four great families in Sichuan. The ten-mile flat lake seems to have a pleasant scenery, but the nine islands are connected to each other and have set up a very powerful magic circle. If you break in rashly, even Master Yuanying won't be able to get away with it," Master Qianchu said.

Shi Feng said hurriedly: "Uncle, you take a step next, and I will follow you. I will never kick any stones on the road."

Master Qianchu smiled and said, "That's not the case."

As he spoke, he spurred the black horse on his crotch and ran to the pier by the lake. There were many grasshopper boats parked at the pier. The fishermen wearing water rafts were collecting fish and shrimp nets. When they saw Qian Chu and Shi Feng, they only glanced at them briefly. , just lowered his head and continued working, and no one came to pay attention.

Master Qianchu also turned a blind eye to them. He took out a jade talisman from his arms, pinched it casually, and mysterious light came out.

After a cup of tea, I heard three long horn blasts from the opposite island. Amid the blasts, a giant tiger-headed boat slowly sailed over.

Upon seeing this, the fishermen on the pier showed awe in their eyes. They all put down what they were doing and rowed their boats to both sides, leaving a large space in the middle.