It is said that the showdown between masters may become a factor in the outcome, it may be a weapon, or it may be just a trivial gentle wind.

At this moment, the wind brought the smell of running water, and a slight sweetness penetrated into the spleen and lungs with the breath.

The sword was slightly slower, and Lin Xun raised his ears and said, "There is a sound."

It is not the chirping of animals at night in nature, nor is it the gurgling water. It is similar to the sob of a woman, and it makes people feel even more nervous when they hear it in the middle of the night.

Lin Xun's deep pupils dilated slightly, as if he was a little worried: "Is there a ghost in the deep mountains and old forests?"

Qian Jiangyue had no mercy and exposed his pretentious behavior, "I'm afraid it's your fellow tribe."

The long sword was sheathed, Lin Xun pointed to a certain direction behind him, and listened to the source of sound to take the lead.

Under the ancient tree, the woman with long hair was covered in a sad and beautiful face, and she was confused. She was hesitant to kick the stones piled up under her feet. At this moment, she saw Lin Xun who suddenly appeared and was shocked. The already unstable stone pestle fell down. The woman's delicate neck was stuck on the rope, and her body hanging in the air struggled violently, with a very painful expression.

Lin Xun used the tip of his shoe to lift the gravel on the ground to cut the rope, but did not reach out to pick up the woman who fell down.

The fall was strong, and the woman held her waist with her hands. She had no time to check if she was injured, and her eyes were frightened: "Who are you?"

Lin Xun did not answer and waved to him: "Someone hangs him near your house."

The woman sighed a little relieved when she saw Qian Jiangyue. At least she was not a weird person wearing a mask, and the other party had a calm temperament like water, which made her feel a little relieved.

Seeing that she was holding a woman's hair bun, Lin Xun said: "If there is a family, you have to seek death. Could it be that you met a unfaithful man?"

His words instantly aroused the woman's sadness, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks. Perhaps because she had been suppressed for too long, she complained to the two strangers: "He said he wanted to practice Taoism, and said that I was a mortal fetus, and wanted to break the world."

Lin Xun: "Does the 'he' you said look evil, serious, and draw your sword to face each other whenever you disagree?"

While talking, he glanced at Qianjiangyue without any trace and whispered: "For example, he."

After the words were finished, I wonder if the mountain wind was too cold. The wind from behind was like the cold wind from hell, and it kept hiking into my collar.

The woman shook her head, because the wind was wrapped around her arms, she was still trembling with coldness, looking so pitiful. Lin Xun lit a talisman to keep her warm, but the woman suddenly said in shock and anger: "You are a Taoist priest! You are also a Taoist practitioner!"

Lin Xun was stunned and thought to himself that this was a huge injustice.

The woman was sure that he was a Taoist priest and looked like she didn't want to get close to her.

Lin Xun: "Just ask two questions, and let you leave after answering them."

The woman hesitated and nodded.

"Why do you want to hang yourself near Luodengguan?"

The woman said in anger: "I just want you Taoist priests to see how the ruthless love you mentioned harms people!"

"How did you walk up the mountain with so many formations around?"

The woman looked like she didn't know what he was talking about, but Qian Jiangyue swept Lin Xun and said, "You know who destroyed the formation."

Lin Xun thought of the big noise he made when he came, and smiled guiltily. After getting the answer, he didn't bother with him. He gave Qian Jiangyue a wink, meaning they could leave.

Everyone has their own life trajectory, and he has no idea of ​​persuading him, not to mention that this woman does not have a complete ambition to die. It is probably difficult for her to hang herself at this moment.

Seeing that they were walking towards the bottom of the mountain, the woman moved her lips twice, and finally couldn't help but say, "Do you two want to go to the bottom of the mountain?"

Lin Xun did not look back, and he could vaguely feel his nodding from his back.

"There has been occupied by the devil, and you will die when you go."

Lin Xun stopped and was a little interested. The biggest enemy of mankind is the night ghost and humans themselves. What does the title of devil mean?

Finally turned around again, his voice calmly: "Madam, please rest assured, there are not many Taoist priests in the world who are better than me."

Qian Jiangyue beside her sneered when she heard this.

The woman heard another meaning, thinking that Lin Xun meant that his strength was one of the best among Taoist priests.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the woman held her jade hands tightly and said, "If so, if she sees a man named Du Sheng, please help me and ask him... Is my deep affection not as good as the so-called cold road?"

Lin Xun said indifferently: "It depends on whether there is any fate."

The woman's eyes wandered back and forth on him and Qian Jiangyue, and couldn't help but say, "For you Taoist priests, can you give up anything for the Dao?"

Lin Xun stared at her for a while and suddenly said, "If I treat someone sincerely, he will be my enlightenment and immortality."

The woman's delicate body trembled. After a long time, she murmured and repeated many times, "I understand, I understand." As she recited these three words, she walked staggeringly into the depths of the mountains and forests, not knowing where to go.

Lin Xun was about to continue his own way, but raised his eyes and saw Qian Jiangyue looking at him, frowned: "What should I look at me with the eyes of a foolish man and a resentful woman?"

Qian Jiangyue looked at him, but it seemed that she was not looking at him. Her eyes penetrated Lin Xun's body and didn't know what she saw: "The King of Ten Thousand Ghosts will discuss love with humans."

Lin Xun thought of his life experience and said, "Do you think I'm lying?"

Qian Jiangyue looked at him coldly: "Isn't it?"

"I am different from your father," Lin Xun said: "Until he died, he could only barely take the position of commander of Kashyapa."

He lowered his voice, his voice was particularly cold: "My promise is worth ten thousand gold."

After saying that, he didn't care what Qian Jiangyue looked like, and said he wanted to go to the mountains to find a wild horse for transportation. The other party didn't take off his clothes and swim was nothing compared. Lin Xunke didn't have the pleasure of becoming a duck who fell into a water for no reason.

With black hair and white robe, this back is frozen into eternity under the reflection of the bright moon.

Qian Jiangyue looked at his back, her eyes darkened, and she looked up at Mingyue, and her mother's face appeared in her mind. He didn't have a deep impression of her biological mother. The other party died of depression when he was very young. She only remembered that she was a woman with deep affection, and she would always look at his eyebrows and say... You look really like your father.

The man did not make any promises when he loved her the most. He never showed mercy to Ye Gui as an adult, and he did not think that the race had any feelings.

But now the King of Ghosts, known for his cruelty, expressed his unavoidable vow to fall in love with someone and to do his best. It is truly... the hilarious thing in the world.

When the first star in the sky appeared, Lin Xun led two horses slowly from afar. His clothes were a little wrinkled than when he left, and there were two twigs of dull hair on his head. As for the two horses he led, they were always irregular, and his nostrils almost reached the sky, and he was humming twice from time to time.

The wild horses in the mountains are very irritable, especially the mountains near Luodengguan have many beasts living in the mountains. Those who are weak and have poor feet are eliminated shortly after they were born. Under the law of survival, those who survive are very fierce. Sometimes a wild horse has no worse combat power than a tiger.

Lin Xun threw a rein made of grass leaves with excellent toughness. The moment Qian Jiangyue took it, the dark horse immediately raised its front hooves to give it to him. Qian Jiangyue was so fast that she could only leave a shadow. Not only was she not kicked, she also took advantage of the opportunity to ride on the horse.

On the horse's back, Lin Xunfa's two twigs of dull hair were even more obvious. Qian Jiangyue resisted the urge to press down, but couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth slightly. It seemed that a famous ghost tribe had just fought with two horses and seemed to have suffered some small losses.

Lin Xun's pupils are deep: "Do you know where the art of language is?"

Qian Jiangyue acted as if she was listening attentively.

Lin Xun said: "See through but not reveal it."

A low laughter came, which was even more mellow than fine wine.

It is a good thing for Bojun to smile, Lin Xun rubbed his eyebrows, but this kind of coquettish past that he almost never fought with the wild horse will give up for the time being.

"Go down the mountain now?"

Qian Jiangyue put away her smile, nodded, and returned to her cold and hard face.

"Wait," Lin Xun said: "I'll go change the side look, wearing a mask is too eye-catching."

Qian Jiangyue helped him lead the horse. Unexpectedly, the horse was particularly obedient in front of him. Lin Xun shook his head and walked to the riverside and turned his back towards him. When he returned for a while, a very beautiful and witchy face appeared in front of Qian Jiangyue unexpectedly.

I think I know it's a human|skin mask, not the true appearance of the King of Ten Thousand Ghosts, Qian Jiangyue: "Is this what you call low-key?"

He suddenly wondered where such a mask came from. Generally, people who need to wear leather masks would choose to look as popular as possible, so as not to attract attention. The picture worn by the King of Ghosts was full of swaggers from the eyebrows to the corners of his mouth.

Lin Xun said seriously: "A king of ghosts is destined to be extraordinary wherever I go. Do you think that with an ordinary face, others can ignore my temperament...it will only arouse more suspicion."

It's like expounding a truth, with reason and evidence.

Qian Jiangyue had no intention of arguing with him and rode his horse towards the bottom of the mountain. Lin Xun then got on the horse, and he was also fast.

Although I missed swimming, it was a good idea to race horses.

...

A small town usually gives people a peaceful and comfortable feeling. Compared with a city, its pace is inevitably slower, but its human touch is always much stronger.

Lin Xun stopped at the entrance of the town, "I feel like a crow returns to the nest."

The gloomy aura almost completely envelops the town, which is more like the residence of the ghost tribe than for people to live in.

Qian Jiangyue heard that he compared himself to the crow and thought it was quite fresh, "Go in and take a look."

As outsiders, as soon as they entered the town, many of them were looking at them. The streets were men, women, young and old, some were doing business and some were shopping in shops. They looked peaceful, but they were covered with veils, revealing some indescribable weirdness.

There is a tall portrait standing on the main road of the town. It is very new and should have been built soon.

Lin Xun looked a little familiar, looked at it for a few more times and said, "This person gathered people outside the town last time to set up a fire gathering array."

Qian Jiangyue said without even looking at it: "Cause and effect cycle, life cannot last forever."

Lin Xun walked into a shop to pretend to choose a folding fan. When checking out, he said casually: "Boss, I am a foreigner. May I ask, why should a portrait be set up in the middle of this road?"

The shop owner also masked his face, but said in a grateful tone: "That Taoist priest with compassion. In order to help us do something to collide with ghosts and gods, he died young. Of course, he had to stand an image for people to worship."

Lin Xun leaned back and whispered to Qian Jiangyue: "You are right, it seems that this retribution sometimes comes a little quick."

"What did the young master just say?"

Lin Xun coughed lightly, "I said that such a great charity is dead, God is so good..."

Just as the word "Good Virtue" was about to say it, I realized that something was wrong, and changed to a regretful tone: "God is jealous of talent."

"Who said no?" Seeing that he was generous, the store owner felt good about him and gave him two veils for free.

Lin Xun raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"After the death of the Taoist priest, many people in the town were infected with strange diseases, especially young people. Their bodies were stiff as stones, and some even had to suck blood and bite people. You can wear them quickly and don't get infected."
To be continued...