Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang, who was also drinking tea in a teahouse, suddenly felt his nose itchy.

He sneezed and rubbed the tip of his nose, thinking who was thinking about him this time?

In the past, Luo Jiujiang would definitely dare to conclude that the person who would talk about him, if not Han Qianling, should be his good friend, but now... after half a month of running water, he finally knows how famous he is.

Not to mention anything else, at least at this moment, he still has a six-foot-thick name card stuffed in his storage bag.

From ancient times to the present, teahouses have always been a good place to inquire about news, whether in the human world or in the cultivation world.

Luo Jiujiang ordered a pot of tea and three dishes of refreshments, and quietly listened to the storytelling of the gentleman in the hall downstairs, but when he heard the sound of the other party's castanets, the first sentence he spoke was: "It was mentioned last time that the young master of the spirit snake Ah, he has clever tricks, and he doesn't panic in front of Xuanwu. Seeing that the monks around him have dispersed, and there is no one around, he feels at ease..."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He still had tea in his mouth, and wanted to cough and swallow, but he couldn't move up and down for a while, and finally he only stretched his cheeks into a weird shape.

Luo Jiujiang didn't dare to drink tea after being provoked like this.He pushed the teacup away a little, and looked away, hoping to hear what flowers the old man downstairs could come up with.

However, the other party really deserves to eat with his mouth. He told the fighting scene against the enemy Xuanwu full of wit and ups and downs. At the same time, he praised Luo Jiujiang twenty times with unremarkable words.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Luo Jiujiang wiped his face.

It may be related to the current wartime atmosphere. The old storyteller pays a lot of money for good business, and the storyteller only talks about comedy.

This "Shenlong, Spiritual Snake Fighting Xuanwu" can be described as the hottest current event today. After being processed by an old storyteller, it became a witty and witty story.

Inevitably, Baihu Xuanwu was processed into a bit of a funny buffoon.Luo Jiujiang was sweating for him when he heard it upstairs, thinking that fortunately this storyteller is only telling this kind of small world, if this story is heard by Xuanwu...

If Xuanwu listened...

Luo Jiujiang's empty eyes swept across the hall on the first floor at random, and then suddenly froze on the back of one of the dark green shirts.

Almost reflexively, Luo Jiujiang stood up silently.

Although he had only met Xuanwu once so far, the impression left on Luo Jiujiang by that time was deep enough.

It seems that it is not his illusion, every detail of this figure is very similar to Xuanwu.

However, if this person is really Xuanwu, then he can still drink tea leisurely amidst such content storytelling, his bearing is really extraordinary.

Luo Jiujiang's figure suddenly distorted and dissipated, and he didn't even bother to save a few spirit stones for tea money.He was afraid that Xuanwu would notice that his eyes were too open, so he deliberately averted his gaze.

In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared downstairs, swift as a falcon, blocking in front of the owner of the dark green shirt.

The man in robes looked like a scribe, with a white paper folding fan in his hand.

Seeing Luo Jiujiang suddenly appearing in front of him and standing still, he didn't panic. He calmly put the teacup on the table, and when he raised his head again, it was indeed Xuanwu's handsome and flawless face.

At this moment, the two of them were living in the lobby of the teahouse. Although the teahouse was always a quiet place, it was not considered a quiet place where even a young old man could tell stories on the first floor.

Upstairs and downstairs, neighbors, hundreds of lives are always tied.

Xuanwu can have no scruples, but Luo Jiujiang cannot.

What's more, Xuanwu is strong and Luo Jiujiang is weak, and Xuanwu is ruthless while Luo Jiujiang is benevolent. Therefore, comparing the two, Xuanwu's eyes are still full of smiles, but Luo Jiujiang's expression is extremely solemn.

"You're too nervous." Xuanwu glanced at Luo Jiujiang casually, raised his chin slightly, and signaled him to sit opposite him.

Luo Jiujiang's face was tense, and before he could open his mouth to say something to Xuanwu, there was a sound of heavy and fast footsteps behind him.

——Luo Jiujiang heard it, it was a teahouse guy on the second floor.

Xuanwu seemed to be curious, and looked in the direction of the owner of the footsteps.

At this time, every move he made was stared at by Luo Jiujiang, and the moment his eyes turned, Luo Jiujiang almost drew his sword.

At that moment, Luo Jiujiang's anger was boiling, if the buddy hadn't walked over quickly, the two of them would have really started fighting.

The guy didn't know who was sitting on the tea table, so he stood between the two of them carelessly, staring at Luo Jiujiang with a very vigilant look: "Xianchang, you still have an unpaid bill."

Xuanwu raised the corners of his lips and lowered his head, as if reading a very interesting joke.

Luo Jiujiang still couldn't relax.With a sullen face, he stuffed a piece of spirit stone to the guy, and said sharply: "Clean up the teahouse—everyone leave now, I'll take care of all the venues on your street."

His voice was clear, not that kind of deafening loud sound, but it was forced into a line, and it instantly flowed into the ears of everyone within a radius of [-] meters.

The guy who collected the bill didn't react. He subconsciously looked down and found a top-quality spirit stone lying in his palm.

Not to mention covering a street, it is more than enough to cover half a city.

Luo Jiujiang showed his hand, and almost everyone present knew that there must be a major incident here, and breaking the relationship was the first priority.The old man who told the book was an old Jianghu, he ran the fastest with oil on his feet, and he didn't even have time to put away the rattles on the table.

Xuanwu watched Luo Jiujiang's response with interest, and he didn't make any reaction until the crowds were all gone.

He just smiled and said, "Now are you willing to sit down and drink tea?"

Luo Jiujiang's eyes were as cold as autumn frost, and his spiritual sense silently swept across, confirming that the monks on the long street had left cleanly, he drew his sword sharply: "Now, I am relieved to settle the old debt."

The lobby of the tea house is cool and pleasant, without any airflow passing through the window, but Luo Jiujiang's saber energy set off a storm on the ground, and with a bang, half of the Xuanwu sleeves were rolled up, revealing a slender and strong white arm of the other party, as well as empty, nothing. Mysterious sleeve bottom.

At that moment, Xuanwu refused to evade, Ren Luo Jiujiang slashed his knife, and the tip of the knife cut an inch of his skin, but there was no blood and flesh, only the gears and machinery working precisely underneath were exposed.

Luo Jiujiang's saber movement stopped suddenly.

"Are you a puppet?"

The expression of this puppet Xuanwu is quite lifelike for some reason, and its every move is completely like a stranger.At this moment, Xuanwu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, as if he was watching a joke about Luo Jiujiang with cold eyes.

Luo Jiujiang finally understood why this Xuanwu had a strange sense of disobedience.

You know, although he has never seen such a delicate puppet, he still has basic common sense.

There may be very rare and powerful puppets in the world, whose abilities are comparable to Nascent Soul, but they are dead things that can be driven by their masters.

If you want to be directly controlled by the Xuanwu divine consciousness like the puppet in front of you, and behave like a stranger when you walk or lie down, you must sacrifice some functions, and its strength is probably less than one percent of the main body.

To kill such a Xuanwu is nothing more than raising one's hand, but Luo Jiujiang wants to know why the other party appears here.

"I said before, you are too nervous." Xuanwu said slowly, "Are you afraid that I will kill that storyteller? Oh, it's far from it."

Luo Jiujiang retracted the knife, but still stood and did not sit down.He closed his eyes, as if he was afraid that when he opened his eyes, the boiling anger would burst out from his eyes: "You have slaughtered all human beings in thirteen worlds." So what else is up to you? Can't do it? !

Xuanwu sneered, dipped in the tea and drew a "one" on the table.

"An ant is no different from a group of ants in my eyes. So if I want to kill it, it will be thousands and thousands of ants. It has nothing to do with what he said."

Speaking of this, Xuanwu raised his eyes and squinted at Luo Jiujiang, "I don't really care about the rumors among you humans."

His speech can be said to be full of momentum, completely ruthless as a first-class devil who wiped out the thirteen worlds in a row should be.

If it wasn't for the fact that his left arm, which was pierced by Luo Jiujiang, shattered to the ground the next moment, then Luo Jiujiang would be even more afraid of him.

However now...

When Luo Jiujiang saw the scene where the belt, bones and parts were spread all over the floor, a strange thought flashed in his mind: This is really as broken as sawdust.

Xuanwu looked sideways at his sleeves that had suddenly collapsed, and smiled angrily.

He flicked his empty sleeve angrily, and said with a sneer, "Seeing that I haven't killed Jiaotu yet, you should know that I am far more tolerant than you think."

Xuanwu said that he was tolerant, but Luo Jiujiang really couldn't agree.

But the senior Jiaotu who once saved his life in the underground palace is now in the hands of Xuanwu?

Luo Jiujiang squinted his eyes and took a look at this Xuanwu puppet, and suddenly felt new and old hatred welling up in his heart: from senior Cangjiang to his master, from Mr. Gongyi to senior Jiaotu... Xuanwu has been with all the elders of Luo Jiujiang in this life Are you on the bar? !

Is he Luo Jiujiang's elder pulverizer? !

As a result, in this matter, Xuanwu actually complained to the villain first.He tidied up his sleeves, and when he looked at Luo Jiujiang again, he obviously found something else: "...You have more dao sources, whose is it?"

Only then did he concentrate on thinking about it, and Xuanwu's complexion sank—it turned out that the puppet could really change its expression so vividly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Gaotie?"

Luo Jiujiang didn't hide it, and said murderously: "He died not long ago, you told him to do something? I'm really anxious, I'll give you a ride."

As soon as Xuanwu's guess came true, his breath was colder than that of Luo Jiujiang: "I have two allies from the Nine Clans. Are you going to tell me that they all died under your sword?"

Luo Jiujiang didn't give in: "It's easy to say, you are still short of one!"

Does Xuanwu still have the face to say it?He had received the kindness of four elders on his Luojiujiang road, and all four of them fell into Xuanwu's hands!Not one was missing, not one survived!

As the two looked at each other, they felt that the deep enmity was rolling like an abyss, even if they slapped each other into a cake, it would be difficult to resolve the resentment.

A moment later, Xuanwu was still older and therefore more open-minded towards hatred—or more likely, he didn't take his allies' lives seriously at all—to break the deadlock first, and suddenly sneered.

He tapped on the table twice with his fingers, and commanded naturally: "If you don't kill me, sit down, we still have two incense sticks to talk."

Luo Jiujiang glanced at him suspiciously: "Where is your body, and what's going on? Why are there two sticks of incense?"

Whenever this topic is mentioned, Xuanwu gets angry.

He turned his gaze to his right arm blankly.

Then, Luo Jiujiang watched helplessly, how Xuanwu's right arm went to the footsteps of his brother on the left, and also scattered into a mess of complicated parts that no one wanted to fight, but it would make people's brain hurt when they saw it.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Luo Jiujiang said with a complicated mood: "If you want to die, you can come to me directly, why not automatically disintegrate if nothing happens? Forget it this time, you said that if you scare the children again..."

Xuanwu: "..."

He laughed back angrily, and asked back: "Jiao Tu's work affects the whole body, why do you think I disintegrated this time?"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He couldn't help thinking of the one-inch knife mark he cut on Xuanwu's arm.

Now that Xuanwu was about to fall apart, Luo Jiujiang relaxed his vigilance a little and sat down facing Xuanwu.He had a fight with Xuanwu, so he also had a general understanding of this person's personality, so he asked straight to the point: "Why did you use a puppet to come here?"

Is it because Xuanwu's body has not yet left the customs, or he was injured in some way, or...

Xuanwu didn't shy away: "Come here to find you." After a pause, he looked down at his left foot that was rattling inside his body, and sighed, "It's a pity..."

Rao was prepared in his heart to the extent that "Xuanwu is here to investigate on the spot, and if he occupies it, he will directly destroy the human race". Hearing this answer, Luo Jiujiang was still taken aback.

Xuan Wu had an irreconcilable relationship with him, so what good could he do with him?

Maybe it was because the ridiculous expression on his face was too obvious, Xuanwu said again: "Otherwise, besides you, which human race is worthy to talk to me?"

Luo Jiujiang felt even weirder in his heart: "Why do you want to talk to people?"

Xuanwu didn't tell the truth this time, he just said indifferently: "I have an idea...so come to understand human beings."

"I want to understand human beings, so I am only willing to condescend to talk to me." Luo Jiujiang did not hide the sarcasm on his face. He leaned forward and greeted him friendly, "Are you out of your mind?"

Xuanwu might want to say something more, but Luo Jiujiang didn't want to listen.

"You killed Mr. Gongyi, the hatred is irreconcilable. What's more, there are past events and new accounts to settle."

Luo Jiujiang said expressionlessly: "Even if this is just a puppet possessed by you, if it lives in front of my eyes until it dies, it is my incompetence."

He stretched out his hand, pointed his finger at Xuanwu's head, and then, snap——

After a crisp sound of metal bouncing, there was the sound of parts disintegrating and collapsing.

Luo Jiujiang hit Xuanwu's forehead with a brain crash, and then...

Then in the Xuanwu world, Xuanwu who was talking with Dong Shuangyu suddenly changed his face, and the white ball between his fingers suddenly shattered into a pinch of dust.

After the puppet was disintegrated, the divine consciousness naturally returned to the main body, and the memory also returned to the main body.

If the puppet was killed by the spirit snake face to face, or by the snake venom that he dismissed, it was still an annoying little thing, then the puppet was killed by a brain bomb, it is a shame and a shame!

Dong Shuangyu stood up silently to get out of the way, and watched Xuanwu walk out of the room with a face as heavy as a drop of water.

He turned around and closed the door, pushed aside the vertical and horizontal black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and pressed his palms on them to divide them flat to both sides.

The cold white reflective metal plate under the chessboard is revealed.

Dong Shuangyu's handwriting was well-regulated at such a critical moment, without any confusion.He sent a message: [My lord went forward with anger, maybe because of the puppet matter, Wan Wang should be careful and be careful. 】