Sword comes

The blind old man held a mahogany sword and pointed the sword point at the female ghost in wedding dress, "Is it a demon or a ghost?!"

The female ghost in the bright red wedding dress gently twisted the umbrella handle, standing alone on the mountain road in the distance, giving people a feeling of being alone. She walked all the way, and the skirt was already muddy. For some reason, she did not use magic. The invisible mountain miasma was condensed into clothes that could not be stained with dirt. The bright red wedding dress on her was obviously made of real silk and satin, maybe it was made by the tailor of the shop at the bottom of the mountain.

The female ghost first wiped it off and peeled off the entire face. At this time, she slowly lifted her palm up again, and covered her pale and colorless face again, like those beautiful girls in the boudoir at the foot of the mountain, young and beautiful If it wasn't for the sick complexion, she would actually be no different from an ordinary woman in the world. Even a blind Taoist wouldn't be able to feel the evil spirit in her body if she was so close.

This kind of big monster who practiced well can walk in the city of the world without hindrance. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to approach the Chenghuang Pavilion and the Wenwu Temple, he will not be suppressed by the secular forces. Of course, the premise is that this kind of big monster is willing to restrain his breath. Suppress the killing instinct, and don't do harm to the world.

The female ghost twitched the corners of her mouth, but still her lips did not move and she began to speak.

"The Taoist priest is devoted to killing demons and demons, accumulating immeasurable merits and virtues, so this concubine came here. I will wait and see what the Taoist priest calls the five thunder rectification."

The old Taoist became more and more shocked. The upside-down plate in the sleeve with a total of four layers was aimed at monsters, spirits, ghosts, and landscape gods.It is spinning crazily, except for the Jingmei layer, the other three layers are all rotating and shaking, which shows that the object in front of it has a complicated identity, and it is very likely that it was a great demon who had achieved Taoism in life, and turned into a rampant ghost after death , but before completely falling into the evil way, he already has the qualifications to be promoted to the god of mountains and rivers.

The blind Taoist groaned incessantly. Compared with the sinister mountain ghost at Sanzhi Mountain, how much more troublesome and difficult to deal with?The old Taoist tried his best not to change his countenance, so as not to be noticed by the female ghost, he slowly put away the mahogany sword and held the wooden sword upside down to show his goodwill, and said with a loud smile: "Although this young lady has a majestic spirit, there is someone in charge The heavenly and earth-shattering weather is commendable because the poor look at it with the eyes of the heart. The young lady clearly has very little murderous intent and not many sins, but there are some lingering resentments, which are also remnants of many years ago, not worth mentioning. As a casual cultivator in the mountains, Pindao and this young lady can be regarded as half of the same people, the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple and disturbed the young lady's practice, it is a sin."

She had been looking up at the ghost in the wedding gown who had been looking up at the oil-paper umbrella, then she suddenly looked away, fixed her eyes on the old Taoist You Fang who was good at Leifa, and this time she opened her mouth to speak directly, "Miss? Didn't you see my clothes? Call me Mrs. !"

The last four words, the wedding dress female ghost almost roared out.

Moments later, it rained heavily and the mountain wind howled.

Clap.

The female ghost put away the oiled paper umbrella, held the umbrella in one hand, and stroked the surface of the umbrella with the other hand, gently wiping away the rainwater, but looked at the faces of the three masters and apprentices, twisting constantly, "It really is blind, old blind man! Can you see with the eyes of your heart?" Like, my concubine just happened to bring you back to the mansion, so that you, a bad-nosed old man with bad intentions, will know what it means to be heartbroken."

The old Taoist tried to ease the atmosphere, and sighed: "Why is Madam so aggressive? Isn't there no room for maneuver?"

The female ghost began to move forward slowly, stepping step by step in the mud of the path, holding an umbrella in one hand, and lifting up the dress in the other, revealing a pair of soaked and dirty embroidered shoes, and said with a smile: "You are not good at Taoism, you dare to have bad intentions, and you are dead!" Good, it’s good to die, so as not to delay Lang Jun’s study in the future, and delay his examination for fame..."

In the end, the female ghost whispered softly, her eyes were gentle, and those small words that seemed to be whispering were completely covered up in the storm.

The blind Taoist sneered and said, "Madam, do you really want to die with the poor?"

Seeing that he is in a state of immortality, the old Taoist has traveled all over the world for decades, and he has passed half of Aquarius Continent. Pindao promises you that Xiao Jiuer will not have to turn in the Fuquan for a whole year."

The lame boy nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the soul-calling banner with the words "Subduing demons and ghosts, exorcising demons and defending the way", and said in a deep voice, "That's fine."

The blind old man stomped his foot on the ground, put his hands together with his fingers together, and quickly recited a series of sword formulas silently like a Taoist magic sword, and finally concluded with "Quick as a law".

I saw the soul-calling streamer stuck on the ground, and suddenly, the streamer, which was originally wrapped together, seemed to be fluttering in the wind, hunting, and the eight characters on it turned pale white, like eight people. The soldiers in the silver armor began to obey the military orders, ran on the banners, and formed formations.

Then the four characters "subduing demons and catching ghosts" moved rapidly along the banner, the wooden pole, the arms and shoulders of the lame boy, and finally ran into the four orifices of the boy's ears, nose, and ears.

The young man's eyes instantly turned pure white, and every time he breathed out, his face was filled with black smoke.

The lame boy clenched his fists and roared to the sky. Black smoke billowed all over his body, and raindrops the size of soybeans evaporated into water vapor within three feet of his head.

Compared with the restrained female ghost, the crippled boy is obviously more like a feminist ghost who chooses and devours people.

The female ghost in the wedding dress has been sizing up the round-faced little girl, and waited until the boy started running towards her, then looked at the blind old Taoist who was relieved, and she said indifferently: "I am so disappointed that I can't even count heretics." Come on, it’s just a crooked way that doesn’t belong to the stream. A thief shouting to catch a thief should not die, life should be worse than death.”

The lame boy came in front of the female ghost in an instant, leaped high, and swept the latter's head with one leg.

The female ghost in the wedding dress neither dodged nor blocked, she always held her dress with one hand and two fingers, and walked straight forward with a graceful posture.bang.

The female ghost's entire head was "uprooted" and flew down the mountain to nowhere.

It's just the headless female ghost moving on.

After landing, the boy swept with his whip again, but this time it hit the headless female ghost's waist.

The female ghost's hand holding the umbrella only lightly blocked the boy's powerful waist-cutting sweep with the back of her hand.

The boy's leg failed to move the back of the female ghost's hand in the slightest.

With the help of that huge rebound force, the young man twisted around in the air, and then pushed his palm towards the heart of the wedding dress female ghost, and said in a deep voice, "Subdued the demon!"

The word "subduing demon" in silver appeared on the back of the young man's hand, and then dismantled automatically stroke by stroke, and finally converged into a murderous silver short sword, containing a green and white light, which came out of his hand and flew straight to the female ghost's heart.

The female ghost pinched the sharp flying sword that was about to pierce the bright red wedding dress with her two fingers.

The flying sword, which was no more than one foot long, trembled and buzzed.

The voice of the female ghost sounded leisurely, "If you don't want the head, you don't want it. This clothes can't be damaged. It can be washed if it's dirty, but if it's broken, it won't be beautiful if you sew it up. Otherwise, how could Mr. Wang laugh at my daughter?" red……"

After the lame boy extended his palm, he punched an uppercut almost at the same time, but he didn't call out the word "buying ghosts". It seems dull, but the teenager is not really demented.

Take a shot to kill the enemy, it is a coincidence.

There was a loud shout, "You poor maidservant, this time I'm going to do justice for the heavens, and if I lose my head, I'll give you a thunderbolt!"

A bolt of white thunder crashed down from the mountain road ten feet above the ground.

The female ghost was still holding the umbrella in one hand, and with the other hand, she first grasped the first "Subduing Demon" flying sword with her index finger and thumb, then raised her arm slightly, and caught the second "Catching Demon" flying sword with her ring finger and little finger .

Then he lightly hit the young man on the forehead with an elbow, and the latter flew upside down, fell behind the muddy path, and slipped back more than a foot.

The female ghost raised her hand holding the umbrella and opened it gently with a snap.

Bai Lei bombarded the top of the oil-paper umbrella and exploded brilliantly.

The four fingers of the female ghost standing under the umbrella slightly increased the force, and the two flying swords were broken from them abruptly. After falling to the ground, they turned into two puddles of mercury white paste, which were quickly mixed with mud.

With a wave of his hand, the head flew back and landed on the neck again, flesh and blood grew, and soon returned to its original shape.

The female ghost in wedding dress raised her free arm and plucked off one or two stalks of grass from her head.

"Come again!"

The blind old Taoist heart trembled, knowing that he would never die again, he completely let go of his hands and feet, and after taking a deep breath, his face was majestic, shrouded in a light yellow color.

The old Taoist left the ground with one foot, clenched a fist in the abdomen with one hand, and beat the abdomen heavily, with the palm of the other hand facing the sky, the sleeve slipped off, revealing a series of scarlet talismans on the arm

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The old Taoist said in a deep voice: "Shhh is cloud and rain, heh is thunder! The clouds are languor, and the immortal guides the way!"

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the female ghost twitched at the corner of her mouth, passing by a lame boy who could not afford serious injuries, thinking he was in the way, she casually lifted her foot and kicked the boy down the mountain, but the boy disappeared in the air.

The round-faced little girl went crazy, cut her palm and arm with a knife, smeared it on her face randomly, and then rushed to the female ghost desperately.

But the little girl forgot that it was raining heavily at this time, and she didn't have the fairy wrist of a blind old Taoist to retain the aura of the talisman. It was just rainwater, and the blood had already been washed away by the rainwater.

The female ghost casually slapped the little girl on the cheek, and her petite and thin body immediately flew into the air and flew out, just like the crippled boy, it disappeared in a flash.

Afterwards, every time the female ghost in red took a step, a white thunder as thick as a bucket fell and landed on the oil-paper umbrella, and then the lightning splashed and the white thunder shattered.

If someone looked at the mountain from a distance at this time, they would see thunderbolts like white snakes falling from the mid-air at a low height again and again, and then splashing brilliantly among the mountains and forests.

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A continuous rain that can be survived by wearing a bamboo hat turned into a torrential rain without warning, and it was really difficult to move forward.

When Chen Pingan proposed to find a place to hide from the rain, Lin Shouyi stretched out his hand to support the bamboo hat so as not to be tilted by the rushing rain, and said in a deep voice: "It's not right."

Li Huai grabbed Li Baoping's sleeve and shouted loudly: "I'm a little scared."

Li Baoping taught: "Isn't senior Yinshen a ghost? Then what are you afraid of?"

Li Huai's eyes lit up, "That's right!"

In turn, he turned his head and taught the white donkey behind Lin Shouyi, "Little white donkey, don't lose it."

The donkey snorted.

The yin god appeared next to Chen Ping'an, and said hoarsely, "There is a female ghost sitting in the surrounding mountains and rivers. Now she is fighting with that old Taoist. Not surprisingly, the female ghost is sure to win. Her origin is unknown, and her skills are not low. If In normal times and other places, I can capture it, but here and now, it is very difficult."

Yinshen looked around cautiously, and explained: "On the mountain and sea genealogy, as long as there is a name and surname of the righteous gods of mountains and rivers, they will have their own mountain tops and land boundaries, or jurisdictions. The obvious advantage of the geographical advantage. In addition, the imperial court did not designate the mountains and rivers of the gods. Even if there are powerful monsters and ghosts and all kinds of spirits, they can stand out, but they want to have a school similar to Confucianism. The blessed land of the dojo and the ruins of the ancient battlefields of the military monks are more difficult than climbing to the sky. This is not only possible with a strong cultivation base, but also requires a great opportunity. But the heavens have never liked me and other ghosts, and they want to be upright Occupying a piece of land is no different from the separatist rule of a secular dynasty, how easy is it?"

Li Huai said timidly to himself: "This senior Yinshen must have been a scholar during his lifetime."

Yinshen said in a deep tone, pointing to the mountain road under everyone's feet, "There is very bad news, that is, the female ghost who leads the group of evil spirits here is no less than a mountain god, and she might also be a Hepo at the same time. Your identity is weird from the beginning to the end, and your feet have been cast by the female ghost from the very beginning, and you walked on the "Road to the Underworld" she secretly laid. I am a female body, and I can enter and exit freely. But if you want to forcefully take you out of this path, it may severely damage your body and soul."

Lin Shouyi said calmly: "Senior Yinshen, since you can't win the fight with her, and we can't leave, what should we do?"

He said in a gloomy voice: "Wait until she shows up, don't worry, I will never let you get hurt."

He felt a little guilty and regretted that he had gone up against the current in the awe-inspiring aura before. Although it would be of great benefit to his cultivation afterwards, it could even be said that the benefits were immeasurable, but the problem was that at the moment, his own morality was damaged to the point where only Seventy to eighty percent, she fell into the scheme of that female ghost again. It is very likely that her target at the beginning was Chen Ping'an and his party, not the three masters and apprentices of the blind old man.

Those white paper lanterns that stretched several miles up the mountain road were simply a cover-up to lure him to find out.

Yinshen was in a complicated mood, that blind Taoist was not high in cultivation, and that nonsense mouth was really poisonous.

Yinshen said: "All of you stand behind me."

Soon the Yin God stood at the front of the path.

Chen Pingan and Lin Shou leaned back, one left and one right.

Chen Pingan had already replaced the hatchet with the auspicious talisman. Lin Shou had his hands drooping, and each had a talisman in his sleeve.

Li Baoping and Li Huai stood further back.

The white donkey at the end, a little irritable, stomped heavily on the ground, splashing mud.

A female ghost in a wedding dress holding an oil-paper umbrella came slowly from a distance, dragging a blind old man's leg in her hand, and finally stopped a few feet away from Chen Pingan and the others. On the mountain road, lights Every lantern, even behind Chen Ping'an, was no exception, and the red halos reflected everyone's faces red.

The female ghost casually threw the old Taoist who didn't know how to live or die between the two parties, with a "surprised" expression on her face, she stretched out her finger, nodded, and said: "There are so many distinguished guests, one, two, three, there are three scholars." , which one is a Confucian gentleman? My lord once determined that he must become a virtuous gentleman in this life, so as to make peace for the common people. I never thought that at such a young age, my long-cherished wish would be fulfilled early. .”

Chen Pingan wanted to take a step forward, but Yinshen shook his head and said in a low voice, "No rush."

The female ghost tilted her head, looked left and right, and looked at the three little guys with small book boxes on their backs, "Mr. The gentleman who has traveled far and has not returned, will invite some scholars who pass by here to come to my house as guests, and give them young and beautiful maidservants, rare ancient books, and a thousand-year-old guqin. I like to hear their touching words about each other. Only a scholar who is full of poetry and books can say those love words so tenderly."

The female ghost in the wedding dress focused her eyes on Yinshen at last, and said with a smile: "This senior Yinshen is really out of luck. If it is a few years later, I will definitely not dare to show up in person this time."

She talked to herself, lowered her head slightly, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, and looked around, "It's really not good for a woman to show her face in public."

But even under the light, that pale and colorless face was too creepy.

Li Huai just poked his head out and took a look, and his legs wobbled in fright.

She smiled and asked, "I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, and I can't help it. Don't you mind?"

She remembered something and gently put away the oil-paper umbrella.

Almost at the same time, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and there was no rain in the sky.

Lin Shou smiled and asked, "Madam, what happened to the scholars who were invited to the house as guests?"

She continued to walk forward, smiling, "They, in the end, I cut off the scholars who broke their oath one by one, and after helping to stop the bleeding, I planted them in my garden."

"Because I want to know whether the seeds of reading in Mr. Lang's mouth will bloom in the soil, and whether they will bear fruit one day."

"But I'm very disappointed. They just turned into dry bones. But maybe those scholars are not the seeds of reading, so your appearance makes me very happy."

Lin Shouyi's face turned livid.

Li Baoping was trembling with anger.

Li Huai simply covered his ears with his hands, "If I don't listen, I won't listen..."

"I used to like scholars the most, but I hate Xinlang the most!"

The female ghost in wedding dress slowly raised her head, tears of blood flowed from her eyes.

The world's first infatuation has never been let down.

The white paper lanterns hanging in the air on both sides of the mountain road all slipped from the top with streaks of blood, and finally drowned the candlelight.

"In the end, I realized that there is no scholar in the world, and he is not a heartless person."

The female ghost's face was covered with blood, and she casually threw away the oil-paper umbrella that she had used as a token of love with her husband in the past. She covered her face with her hands, and a bitterly suppressed sob leaked from between her fingers.

"Lang Jun, I don't blame you anymore, come back."