Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The scene fell into dead silence for a while.

However, Xue Xuanwei didn't seem to intend to refute.

Could it be that the majestic Sword Sect master, the leader of the Taoist sect, and the model of righteousness, has already dealt with the matter of being a cauldron so calmly, and doesn't care about it?The wind of Taoism has fallen so far?

And "little vixen" is nothing more than that, but the description you added in front of it is too much, so much that you can even create a series of ups and downs. "The Hate of Wife" does not ask you to write, really It's a big loss.

But politeness is still required, Xiao Yihe raised his lips: "Ning...Hello senior, my name is Song Yao."

"Cough." Chao Wendao clenched his fist against his mouth, coughed twice, and said bluntly to ease the embarrassment, "Senior Ning, you should tell us about the situation in the village..."

Nan Rongke responded immediately, and went to pull his sleeve: "Yes, yes, Uncle Ning, what is the situation now?"

Ning Wushuang had no choice but to withdraw his eyes full of gossip reluctantly, and temporarily restrained his thoughts: "I came here to find someone. I passed by this village and found it strange. But before I checked carefully, I saw a group of Jianzong who had traveled here. The disciple broke in directly, so I had no choice but to follow in."

He frowned and said: "Now those few disciples and some surviving common people are hiding in another abandoned barn. They are all low-level disciples, with weak skills and few books, so I have to come out to find food for them. By the way, I was looking for her child for one of the little ladies... But I ran into such a big commotion last night, I could only hide first, but I didn't expect it to be you... By the way, this village is remote and hard to find, how did you come here?"

Chao Wendao had no choice but to answer truthfully: "To tell you the truth, senior, we were actually led here by a scholar in black clothes."

Ning Wushuang was sitting on an old wooden chair in the room, he jumped up when he heard the words, his eyes sparkled.

Xiao Yihe knew that he was hoping that the scholar in black clothes would be the "Ning Wuzhi" he had been looking for all along, but when he had a quick glance at dusk at that time, although the figure was familiar, he couldn't recognize him.

Neither can be sure that it is Ning Wuzhi, nor can it be sure that he is not.

It's just...Xiao Yihe sneered at himself, luckily Ning Wushuang didn't recognize that the enchantment was the formation of heaven and earth, otherwise he might still scold him.

Chao Wendao's nods gave Ning Wushuang infinite hope, and he turned his head and put the "little vixen" behind him, and beat his palm excitedly.

It was rare for Nan Rongke to be sensitive again, or maybe it was because Ning Wushuang's words hit him sensitively just now, and asked him cautiously: "Uncle Ning, do you read many visions and books here... What's the matter?" relation?"

Ning Wushuang gave him a disgusted look, shook his fingers, and said solemnly: "Nephew Nanrong, you have no chest——with your knowledge, I suggest you not to go out."

Nan Rongke: "..."

I hear you, you just want to say that I have no ink!

While everyone was talking, a man in common clothes suddenly rustled by on the village road outside the door. Ning Wushuang peeked through the window and saw that it was a villager hiding in the barn, who had been clamoring to flee this place before. , He frowned suddenly, and muttered: "I told you not to come out, but I just don't want to listen to people's good words!"

He was about to open the door to go out, but suddenly a white smoke came from a distance, Ning Wushuang immediately changed his face, pressed the door panel, and put his fingers in front of his lips to signal them to silence, and carefully set up several layers of sound-cleaning arrays , Instead, he hid under the window and watched secretly.

The farmhouse was originally simple, with only two wooden lattice windows, and the three of them were crowded into the left one, so Xiao Yihe had to share the right one with Xue Xuanwei.

It's just that as the two of them get closer, it's inevitable that their breaths will intertwine.He squinted and saw Xue Xuanwei's cold and calm face. Since he fell ill, the blood on his face was still not obvious, and he looked a little too pale.

The white smoke in the distance fell to the ground and curled up into a human shape.

Xiao Yihe immediately moved his eyes towards him and stopped looking at him.

However, a cloud of mist has been lingering around the figure, completely covering his face, only one can see that he is thin, dressed in a light blue straight suit, he is about a young man in his twenties.

From a distance, his standing posture is respectful and restrained, and his gestures are gentle, like a scholar.With such a figure, even if the "White Smoke Man" is ugly, with a beard and eyes like copper bells, he will definitely not be able to scare people in broad daylight.

When the middle-aged villager saw him, he trembled. The two of them said something, and the villager collapsed to his knees.The white shadow paused, seemed a little disappointed, raised his finger to the point between his eyebrows, and the villager immediately fell to the ground.

And Bai Ying also shook his head, scattered into a foot of smoke again, dissipated and left.

After the white smoke had gone away, Ning Wushuang sighed resentfully, removed the latch, carried the villager back lightly, threw him into the house, clapped his hands and said, "Come on, Xiaochao, nephew of Nanrong, take a look!"

This tone seemed to be an on-the-spot examination of school knowledge, so Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao had no choice but to step forward and check people over and over again.

Chao Wendao opened his mouth first, but frowned tightly: "This person's breathing is stable, his heartbeat is normal, his soul is safe, and there is no wound on his whole body."

Nan Rongke didn't look as carefully as he did, but he said to the point: "Yes, isn't this just falling asleep?"

There are no scars on the body, and the soul is not without loss, but it is impossible to wake up from the dream. These symptoms are not common.

Chao Wendao suddenly woke up: "Could it be Nightmare!"

Seeing this symptom, Xiao Yihe also thought of Yan Mei first, but...

"Nightmare" are just a group of spirits who like to eat nightmares, because the emotions, anger, alarm, madness and fear of people in dreams are their best bait.But the so-called "nightmare" is the least feared, as long as the person who wakes up the nightmare can be broken.

The nightmare monsters that caused the Wuxiang Mountain to be wiped out back then were a group of "nightmare evil spirits", evil creatures born from the rotting blood and corpse aura, and they were even more deadly.And Yan Sha has a ferocious appearance, which is very easy to distinguish.

And the weirdest one is the "Nightmare", they can split into mist, penetrate into the human body along the mouth and nose, and can also condense into human form and change human language.

The creatures in the world are mostly the same, the more they have nothing, the more they want to have something.Just as the dying man desires immortality, the chronically ill desires health, the beggar desires gold and silver, and the prisoner desires freedom. "Nightmare" is also such a thing. It can become a "human", imitate human emotions, and at the same time give birth to the desire to be human. What they want to eat is the vivid and vivid soul of human beings.

But if it was really Nightmare, then the villagers in that area should have been devoured into empty shells by now, so how could they leave their souls intact?

While thinking, Xiao Yihe had already expressed his concerns, Ning Wushuang couldn't help giving him a high look, and commented harshly: "I know some things, I'm not a beautiful fool with a bean dregs brain."

Pretty... stupid?

Xiao Yihe choked on his throat.

Xue Xuanwei was silent for a long time, but at this moment he suddenly spoke out, softly caring: "The Five Poisons Pond of the Guizong, the scenery is magnificent and refreshing, I wonder if it is still there?"

"..." Ning Wushuang immediately stopped, took a few steps back, and pulled Nan Rongke in front of him as a shield.

It took a while to calm down, and he turned the topic back to the villager, and said honestly, "This village was not originally called 'Jidi Village', but 'Shenjia Village'. As you can see, the white shadow just now It is the chief culprit of the vision in this place, and those who are harmed by him will fall into a dream, although they breathe smoothly and do not need to eat or drink, but they will become thinner day by day, and they will not be able to wake up no matter how much they scream."

Since it wasn't Nightmare, Zhao Wendao was puzzled and said, "Usually, when evil things make trouble, they either take people's lives, or swallow people's souls, flesh, flesh, and essence, and use them to cultivate their own bodies. Although this white shadow man steals people's consciousness, it doesn't What's the point in not rushing to kill someone?"

Ning Wushuang stroked his chin and said, "According to the few surviving disciples of the Sword Sect, the Baiying man seems to have come here specially to supervise people's studies, and he likes learning about school examinations. Besides, the records of astronomy, geography, and political history are all related. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll occasionally ask about the not-so-boring Pulu Buddhism, and because of this, those three disciples were lucky enough to escape disaster, and they survived till now, until they were rescued by me.”

"It's a pity that most of the village are ordinary farmers who only know a few big characters. He is so sophisticated and esoteric, and it didn't take long for the whole village to fall. Only a dozen or so clever villagers were left hiding in the wells of the cellars. , was not discovered by him."

Nan Rongke's cheeks became stiff when he heard it, and the longbow and sword in his hand were also trembling, and he said in panic, "...is this Master becoming a master?"

Ning Wushuang glanced at him, put on a posture of an elder, hit his head with a folding fan in his hand, and said harshly: "That's why I told you not to go out and wander around! You can't memorize a few broken poems well. You will fight and kill in the sky, just like your father! If you meet that white shadow when you go out, can you chat with him for more than three sentences! Huh?"

This point is quite correct, Chasing Moon Villa is good at martial arts but not good at literature, Ning family is good at literature but not good at martial arts.

Even if this Ning Wushuang is a young lady with a temper, she is unreasonable and unforgiving, and she is angry with several masters who don't deserve her name, but she also studied with famous teachers from the five states for several years. Love and righteousness are the real talents of the aristocratic family.

If he hadn't been blocked from the limelight by an arrogant and unruly person like Xiao Yihe back then, he could really be ranked in the top ten in the list of heroes of the Taoist sect.

Chao Wendao comforted him softly, his voice was gentle and soft: "It's okay, Brother Nan Rong, if it happens, I'll answer for you."

Nan Rongke cupped Chao Wendao's hands, weeping with gratitude.

Ning Wushuang sneered: "Replacing? But I can't, I have to answer my own, and the white shadow man is not easy to fool." He stretched out three fingers, "He has to ask everyone three questions every time, if they can answer , just let it go, if you can't answer it, you will be the same as these villagers—otherwise, how did the few disciples of the Sword Sect before you suffer?"

Xiao Yihe asked: "Have you ever fought against that white shadow man?"

Ning Wushuang thought for a while and said: "I just met him once and answered a few questions... That thing has a ghostly body and is very cautious. It only uses a wisp of green smoke to come and go. I am afraid that the real body is still hidden somewhere and has not shown up. .I was afraid to scare the snake, so I didn't fight him."

Xiao Yihe nodded slightly, thoughtfully: "It seems that the real body of this white shadow must be lured out... I'm afraid that if you really want to lure him out, you have to go to his dream first to see how he is. What kind of dream did you build for these people?"

Ning Wushuang's question and answer with him at this moment was very smooth, and there was a sense of familiarity at first sight.

He didn't understand where this wonderful feeling came from, but he noticed that Xue Xuanwei was silent the whole time, just looking at Song Yao without blinking, as if he was afraid that he would leave regrets if he missed a glance, and occasionally looked back to take care of the sleeping baby.

This picture is so weird no matter how you think about it.

It seems that the prestigious Sect Master Xue has suddenly become a little daughter-in-law who doesn't care about world affairs. She is gentle and virtuous and caresses her husband and children every day. If you ask him anything, he will act as if he doesn't understand anything. If you ask him again, he only has one sentence: " Listen to your husband."

This "little vixen" turned out to be the one in charge of the family.

He was not reconciled to a good cabbage made of gold and jade, and was pushed away by such a little-known disciple as Song Yao, so he insisted on leading the conversation to Sect Master Xue: "...Sect Master Xue, what do you think?"

Xue Xuanwei said as expected: "Song Yao is right."

After a while, there is no more sentence.Ning Wushuang murmured: "... gone?"

Xue Xuan raised his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "What else do you need?"

Ning Wushuang choked, feeling as if he had shot a small sword at the cotton, and the cotton plopped and swallowed the shock that hung up to the top of his head, and Song Yao didn't even notice it, taking it for granted.

Wasn't Xue Xuanwei like this before?

This "Sect Master Xue" has a fierce reputation in the Taoist sect, and he has a lot of prestige, and he never rubs the sand in his eyes.

After the orthodox chaos, everyone thought that he would naturally inherit the position of Lord of Sword God Mountain, but no one thought that after Xiao Yihe's death, he would leave Sword God Mountain and set up Taichu Sword Sect.

So far, Sword God Mountain has completely declined, and the millennium inheritance has just disappeared in the long river of history.

Everyone was puzzled and dissatisfied, so they came here out of admiration, and they were like crucian carp crossing the river for an appointment to fight with the monks who are "unambiguous".

But just because one of them disturbed his sleep, their "Sect Master Xue" swung a sword in a rage, and directly smashed a mountain top.That Duan Mountain still stands on the shore of Taoshui, and was later named "Bunu Peak".

Although this rumor is mostly circulated in folk tales, it is not true, but it can also give a glimpse of how difficult it is to provoke.

Ning Wushuang recalled for a moment the hand-bladed senior brother who stepped down the cliff to test the sword with a blood-stained long sword, the cold-faced and ruthless Xue Xiaodao; The lunatic who flicks his sword and sings; that Sect Master Xue who wears a cloud cape on his shoulders, wears a black cloak, and stands majestically on the top of Taichu Mountain.

His identity has changed several times, but the only thing that remains the same is the frosty eyes.

——Look at the idiot who can't take his eyes off Song Yao even for a moment.

Is this the same Xue Xuanwei who hung him up and almost fed him to the Five Poison Pond?

As for Xuanwei's frost-spirited and jade-skinned real person, who was brutally murdered by a little fox today, he is so obedient and soft-spoken, it seems like he has changed himself.If it wasn't for being intoxicated with ecstasy soup, Ning Wushuang could only attribute the reason to——

He is a fool and a fool.