Taiping Inn

Just south of Wulong Mountain, there is a dilapidated temple that has been in disrepair. It is rare to visit on weekdays. After all, this temple is located on the top of the mountain. Even passers-by will not pass through the top of the mountain. Most of them pass by the mountain road at the side of the mountain. In addition, the statues in the temple are broken, so over time, no one knows which gods are worshipped in the temple.

People who are away from home all year round have an unwritten rule, which is to rather sleep in a grave than live in a dilapidated temple.

Although the cemetery is gloomy and terrifying, it has descendants who sacrifice every year, just like a person who follows the rules and can reason, and generally speaking, nothing will happen. But the destruction of the temple is different. Now it is gradually showing the atmosphere of chaotic times, with many demons emerging. In addition, years of war and years of suffering, the devastation of the ghost realm has made the ghost realm prosperous. Especially for such temples that have been disrepair and have no incense, it is extremely easy to hide dirt. If you are occupied by evil spirits and others, if you break in rashly, you may be coveted by monsters who have cultivated into spirits, or you may be absorbed by ghosts.

There are many such stories in the novel. Scholars go to Beijing to take the exam, have no money to stay in the inn, and can only stay in the ancient temple at night. When they are studying at midnight, a beautiful woman travels here at night, and then there are firewood and fire, and the phoenix is ​​upside down. Since then, the scholar has been addicted to this and is happy every night, but his body and spirit are also depressed. In the end, he is numb and indifferent, with three souls lost two souls, seven souls but four souls, he is confused, in a daze, and his whole body is limp. He cannot move at all. Even if he is lucky enough to be discovered and rescued by someone, his energy has decayed and his body has decayed, and he will not live for a few days.

However, the old head Luo Yixiao was not afraid of these things. As a dignified martial artist in the innate realm, a long sword on his waist could kill people and of course he could also kill monsters. Even if his blood and energy gradually weakened due to his old age, it would be compared with a martial artist in the same realm. As for ordinary people, the old man's blood and energy are still extremely strong. For ghosts, like a raging fire, they cannot be close to each other, let alone absorbing yang energy, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

At this time, the ruined temple had been covered by human formations, and there was no way to see the inside. Only by walking into the ruined temple in person can you be confused.

In the ruined temple today, in addition to Luo Yixiao and his adopted son Luo Zhen, there is also a middle-aged woman holding a sword in her arms, and a young woman behind her - although she is beautiful and charming, she has never carried a weapon. This made Luo Yixiao feel a little relieved.

Luo Yixiao glanced at the adopted son beside him. Seeing him nodding slightly, he knew that the person in front of him was going to take a "blood dragon pill". He bowed his fists and said, "Old Luo Yixiao, Wancheng's chief escort, Meng Meng Friends in the world, Yan Ai, gave him a nickname of "Yan Luo Dao", and he was courteous."

The woman holding the sword leaned forward slightly, which was considered a return of honor.

The woman's face was cold and she looked serious. The old man didn't care. She said straight to the point: "I heard that you are intentionally taking over a 'blood dragon pill'. I am intentionally taking over, but I don't know how much it costs?"

The woman holding the sword finally said, "Old Luo should know that the preciousness of a 'blood dragon pill' is that it has no price. People with the 'blood dragon pill' often will not lack money. A valuable thing will never be sold out as long as it is not at the end of its reach or if it is urgently needed to make a large amount of money."

Luo Yixiao was not surprised by this reply, because this is the truth. Otherwise, with the wealth he has accumulated over the past few decades, it is impossible for him to not be able to buy a "blood dragon pill". The key is that it has a price but no market, even if it is When someone takes action, it is mostly for bargaining. If this person speaks out, he will be suspicious.

After Luo Yixiao pretended to be pondering, he asked, "I wonder what you need?"

The woman holding the sword whispered: "I need a promise from Mr. Luo."

"Promise?" Luo Yixiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Although I am afraid I will never have the hope of entering the Return Realm in this life, my cultivation is still worth some money. If you are willing to give up this "blood dragon pill", I will definitely be the one who is willing to give up the "blood dragon pill". If there is something to repay, if there is an urgent matter, as long as you pass the message to me, even if I am from all over the world, I will come immediately and go through fire and water, and I will never refuse!”

While speaking, the old man threw out a token made of black iron, with the old man's name engraved on it, which was regarded as a token.

"Go through fire and water?" The woman holding the sword reached out to catch the token of the black iron, shook her head and said, "I don't want to go through fire and water, as long as the head of Luo Lao's escort does not return to the Long Mansion in these few days."

The smile on Luo Yixiao's face suddenly froze.

He is not a young man who has just left the world. For the old world, some words need not be said too thoroughly, and he can understand them with just a little bit.

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded away, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you going to be unfavorable to Long?"

The woman did not speak, and her face looked calm and calm, which was a default.

The old man said gloomyly: "In your eyes, is I a person who can betray friends for your own selfishness?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know what kind of person Lao Mat Luo is. I just tried it. It's best not to be able to make trouble."

Luo Yixiao seemed to hear a huge joke. He reached out and pressed his single sword against his waist, looked directly at the woman, and said, "What if I don't agree? Do you want to kill someone to silence me? But if I want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not. A simple thing, no matter how bad I am, I am still a martial artist in the innate realm, and it is not so easy to grasp."

The woman holding the sword said calmly: "The biggest difference between a warrior and an alchemist is that an alchemist is old and close to a demon. The older he is, the more he learns and the more unfathomable he becomes. The opposite is true for a warrior. After reaching the peak of his prime, his blood and qi are like the ebb tide, which gradually disappears. Unless he steps into the Return to the Realm, his body will be intact and his blood and qi will no longer be lost. But as Luo Lao, the escort leader, just said, you have no hope of returning to the Realm in this life."

Luo Yixiao said with a smile: "That's true. As the saying goes, a young man is better than a young man. I am already in my seventies and my blood and qi are seriously lost. But do you know the 'Da Yuan Dan' of the Jing Chan Sect? If I have taken a 'Da Yuan Dan', what realm should I be in now?"

The woman holding the sword said calmly: "The top of the Xiantian Realm is only one step away from the Return to the Realm."

Luo Yixiao's face changed slightly.

The sword-holding woman, whose expression never changed, said slowly: "Blood comes first and Qi comes second. The 'Da Yuan Dan' of Jing Chan Sect is a good medicine for replenishing Qi. Without the 'Blood Dragon Pill', it will eventually be just a rootless duckweed."

Luo Yixiao said softly: "I naturally understand this, so I will do everything I can to find a 'Blood Dragon Pill'."

The sword-holding woman handed the sword in her arms to the woman behind her, took out a brocade box from her sleeve, and after opening the brocade box, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the dilapidated temple.

Luo Yixiao widened his eyes, staring at the blood-red pill in the brocade box, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

It was indeed the "Blood Dragon Pill" he had dreamed of!

The woman asked indifferently: "Do you want it? I can give you another chance."

Luo Yixiao pulled his eyes away from the pill and said slowly: "You underestimate me, Luo Yixiao."

The woman nodded and put away the "Blood Dragon Pill". The young woman behind her held the scabbarded long sword horizontally with both hands and handed the hilt to her side.

Luo Yixiao sneered and drew his sword out of the sheath. His innate aura was surging and his momentum was terrifying.

The woman stretched out her hand to hold the hilt and whispered: "Then you can only die."

The woman spoke slowly and drew her sword slowly. The long sword came out of the sheath inch by inch, clear as a touch of moonlight. The whole person seemed to be walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Luo Yixiao.

Luo Yixiao did not dare to be careless. He held his breath and concentrated his mind, using his lifelong cultivation to chop out his peak sword.

The sword and the sword collided.

The sword aura was already magnificent, but the sword aura was even more powerful.

At this time and place, the sword is one foot high and the knife is ten feet high.

Luo Yixiao, who held the knife with both hands, had his sleeves torn to pieces, his long hair scattered and fluttering wildly, and his feet kept sliding backwards.

At the critical moment, Luo Zhen, who had been standing behind Luo Yixiao, suddenly drew his knife and stabbed Luo Yixiao in the back.

If it were normal, he would not be able to hurt Luo Yixiao at all, but at this moment, Luo Yixiao's whole mind and energy were focused on the sword in front of him, and his back was wide open, but he was not prepared at all.

The knife's momentum collapsed.

Luo Yixiao turned his head and looked at his adopted son, with disbelief, horror and anger in his eyes.

But before he could say the word "rebellious son", the woman had already swept across with a sword and cut off his head.

Blood splashed on Luo Zhen's face.

Luo Zhen, with a bloody face, slowly drew his knife, and the headless body fell to the ground with a bang.

The woman was Qing Huiji of the Female Sect. The long sword in her hand was called "Yue Sha", but it killed people without blood.

She put "Yue Sha" back into the sheath held by the young woman behind her, and ordered: "According to the order of the young lady, Qionghua will be betrothed to you, and you will be allowed to join the Female Sect."

The young woman holding the sword for Qing Huiji showed a shy look on her face.

Luo Zhen, who had been secretly looking at the young woman, was overjoyed and knelt on one knee, "Thank you for your reward, young lady."