Sword Qi Hengqiu

There are flags hanging in the wine shop on the side of the road, there are three scattered small tables in the workshop, and some tables, chairs and benches are placed under the eaves outside, the yellow wood is matched with the yellow sand blown by the wind, smelling the spirits from the frontier, it has a unique flavor .

It's just that this place is naturally not comparable to the bustling places like Jiangnan and Nanjing City. The table was covered with dust, and Xiao Er just wiped it with an invisible rag. After wiping, there was more dust on the table than before. up.

Ling Rangjin cleaned the tables and chairs slowly with magic, and then took a white silk cloth and wiped it carefully before sitting down slowly.

He thought for a while, then lowered his head to wipe the four claws of the Nine-section Wolf, hugged the little beast that was shaking its head on his lap, raised his eyes, and saw Bu Fanshuang staring at him.

When Mozun was silent and staring at people, he absolutely held back his stomach, Ling Rangjin dared not ignore it, so he asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"You are very contradictory." Bu Fanshuang beckoned for Xiaoer, asked for a burning knife, and continued to look at him.

"Why do you know that?" Ling Rangjin looked at him while washing the cup.

"You are obsessed with cleanliness, but you like to walk around without boots and socks." Bu Fanshuang asked, holding her chin, "Isn't it contradictory?"

"I only do this when my home is absolutely clean." Ling Rangjin pushed the cup to Bu Fanshuang and said with a smile, "The last time I was in Gushan was purely because you took all my clothes away and couldn't find any shoes. Boots, even so, I also walked on fallen flowers, not directly on the mud."

"As the leader of the immortal way, you are on good terms with Moxiu, and you are entangled with a big devil like me."

"I don't look at immortals and demons when I make friends, I only look at good or bad."

"You are good to everyone. Feng Qiongye came to ask for a teacher out of nowhere and you protected me, but I didn't see you being soft when you killed someone."

"Someone commits a crime, and I still want to be kind to him, am I stupid?" Ling Rangjin shook his head and smiled, "What do you think of me? A fool like others?"

"You obviously don't want to fight me." Bu Fanshuang said suddenly, "But you kill me every time, why?"

Ling Rangjin stopped his movements, and slowly raised his eyes. Bu Fanshuang's eyes were like the sea of ​​Beiming, unfathomably deep, and occasionally decorated with flowers.He pondered for a moment: "Because this is respect for you."

"Do you want me to find you in the past 200 years?" Bu Fanshuang raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to, then you should have reacted when you heard Feng Qiongye say rabbits, but you didn't leave. If you said you wanted to , You never opened the mountain gate to welcome me in, and you still said that you are not contradictory?"

Ling Rangjin sighed, and knocked the table: "I lost, and I was really conflicted. But conflicts are okay, as long as you are not indecisive, so you don't have to think about these things."

He paused, and thought: The so-called contradictions are nothing more than things that cannot be sought and cannot be given up in the world.

That's why I feel sad and heartbroken.

Bu Fanshuang didn't ask anymore, his ideas always came out of nowhere, the person who asked was caught off guard, and his interest quickly disappeared, and he didn't have the intention to explore before he got the answer.Bu Fanshuang patted Kaifeng Ni: "This wine doesn't need a cup, just drink directly from a jug for each person."

People who practice Taoism can drink a thousand cups of wine without getting drunk. Only the fine nectar brewed by fellow practitioners can make people drunk.

But the alcohol in the world is strong, even if you drink it, you will not be drunk, but it will be refreshing.

Ling Rangjin also took the burning knife, and like Bu Fanshuang, he raised his head and took a big gulp. It was really spicy enough, cutting his throat sorely and burning his stomach hot.

Three taels of wine paired with clear sky and yellow sand, Ling Rangjin bent his eyes: "It really is good wine."

Just as Bu Fanshuang was about to reply, her ears moved, and she tilted her head slightly, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, a long arrow pierced directly behind Bu Fanshuang, Bu Fanshuang casually tilted her head, and let the arrow go , the arrow did not diminish, and ran towards Ling Rangjin again. Ling Rangjin moved his wrist, and the fan appeared in the palm of his hand.

Immediately after there was a scream, Bu Fanshuang looked back lazily, but Ling Rangjin got up, and in a flash she reached the center of the fight.Seeing him go out, Bu Fanshuang finally gave him a rewarding look, and the moment he turned his head, Ling Rangjin had already brought out two people.

Those two are young people, one male and one female, both born well.The woman in the red dress with a long sword is valiant and heroic, but the man looks weak, shrinking back tenderly, like a rabbit.

Ling Rang would like to bring the man out, but he did not repel the opponent. He put the man next to Bu Fanshuang, and he would use spells to meet the opponent who was catching up.However, before he could open the fan, a flash of sword light flashed by. Bu Fanshuang held the wine jar to drink with one hand, and drew the sword with the other, and directly sent the aggressive group of people away.

Ling Rangjin's eyes were fixed, wondering why he didn't kill this time, and then he saw Bu Fanshuang grab the group of people from the air.Those people twisted and fell into a ball, and the leader was dizzy and was about to curse, but suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes. Those eyes were very beautiful, but the smile made people feel cold.

The leader suddenly remembered that this is the look in the eyes of a madman.

Bu Fanshuang said with a smile: "I just heard you say that the Remnant Desolate Sect is far away, maybe I misheard, may I ask which sect you belong to?"

How smart is the leader? Just as he was thinking about it, he heard his idiot subordinates yelling: "Grandpas belong to the Remnant Desolate Sect! Kneel down and kowtow a few times if you know it! Otherwise, the master will bring someone to kill you, you little boy!" .”

Ling Rangjin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to protect the two Taoist cultivators who were hunted down by the Desolate Sect first, but Bu Fanshuang raised his lips and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm so scared, all demon venerables, when you are in front of Lord Yama, please don't let me go!" Report my name, I am afraid that the ghost will take my life."

As he rubbed his fingers, except for the leader, the rest of the people heard a bang, and then the world turned around, and they were all speechless.

The leader shivered all over, and his side was covered with human heads and blood.He didn't even see what kind of spell was used by the person opposite, and the men behind him all died.When he met those smiling eyes again, he felt chills all over his body.

"Keep you, I'm still useful." Bu Fanshuang crossed Erlang's legs and threw down a sentence, knocking the leader unconscious, "It doesn't take much effort to get here. There is a reason why I am the head. Not even a word, and I'm just sitting here feeling overjoyed."

Ling Rangjin couldn't help laughing and said, "Your strength and luck are naturally different from others."

"Did you rush out just now to see people from the Desolate Sect, or did you simply want to save them?" Bu Fanshuang glanced at the two people who were rescued, "Don't say it was both."

"Both." Ling Rangjin said gracefully, "I happened to see that one of the people fighting over there had gnats embroidered on their clothes."

Anchovy is the symbol of Remnant Desolation Sect.

"Tsk." Bu Fanshuang said in distaste, "Choosing such a disgusting bug as the door badge really won't make it on the stage."

As he said that, he finally gave the two Taoists a straight look: "How did you two get into trouble with the Remnant Sect?"

The man said: "We are here to find the treasure."

When the woman who was thanking Ling Rangjin heard him speak, she turned around and secretly tugged at his cuffs, but the man didn't realize it, pulled out his sleeves, stared at Bu Fanshuang and said with a smile: "It is said that the Desolate Sect got a treasure, let's go The scouts were found."

Ling Rangjin and Bu Fanshuang looked at each other, Ling Rangjin turned around and said, "What else do you know?"

The man's tone towards him was still gentle, but subtly not so enthusiastic: "We got the general location, but we still need to ask this little leader for specifics."

He stopped for a while, and smiled brightly at Bu Fanshuang: "Is the young master also looking for that treasure? I don't dare to forget the young master's life-saving grace, and I would like to give you the address, as a cow and a horse, in return for your kindness .Just ask benefactor not to abandon our brothers and sisters, and let us gain some glory and gain some knowledge. Everyone can also take care of us."

Ling Rangjin touched his face, seeing that the man was only smiling and talking to Bu Fanshuang, he knew it.

That sentence makes sense: if the savior is good-looking, he will promise him with his body, and if he is ugly, he will repay him in the next life with a grass ring.

This is to be amazed by Bu Fanshuang's fake face and real kung fu.

Obviously he is their savior.

But it doesn't matter, Ling Rangjin is very serious and doesn't care.Besides, that junior sister seemed to be a nice person. Hearing his senior brother's sensual remarks, her face flushed, and she couldn't stop whispering apologies to Ling Rang. It was also calming to have such a girl in the middle.

He was thinking about whether to take the two of them on the road, when he heard Bu Fanshuang smile slightly: "Since the little boss knows the exact location, why should I take you with me? I still have to take care of your food and drink, whether you are tired or not."

The young man was stunned in embarrassment, and then Bu Fanshuang made a stab: "Besides, your savior is the one behind you who you ignore, I killed them purely because I didn't like the Remnant Desolate Sect, and it has nothing to do with you. "

The young man forced a smile and said, "Your benefactor does not want to repay you—"

"If you don't understand what I'm saying anymore." Bu Fanshuang said lightly, "or deliberately distort my meaning, I'll kill you right now, lest you misunderstand."

The young man's complexion changed, and the woman couldn't bear it anymore. She took a step forward and pulled him behind her, and saluted Ling Rangjin and Bu Fanshuang: "The grace of saving life is unforgettable. The reason why the senior brother said that he wanted to go together is because we two are very familiar with the desert. It is very familiar. The two benefactors should know that even the owner of Mianyue Valley, the young master of Yingcang Mountain, and the Gushan Mozun would dare to wander into the northwest desert at will. But our master is in the desert, so how much can we help? Some help. If you two don't dislike it, the two of us can help you a little bit."

Valley Master of Sleeping Moon Valley: ...Actually, that's not the case.

Gushan Mozun directly snorted and didn't care much, he looked at Ling Rangjin, Ling Rangjin smiled: "You are the boss, follow your orders."

Bu Fanshuang's eyes rolled, and suddenly it occurred to him that the scenes of spending a lot of money, the domineering demon loving the ugly, and the ugly turning into a beautiful woman must have an audience to be interesting. The help is really limited. It must be fun to bring.

He clapped his hands: "Success."