The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

"Master Lang, this kid is quite troublesome, do you want to ask King Wei for help?" A person approached Ma Nian, his voice was extremely low, almost speaking with his lips squirming.

Unfortunately, Lingran is a cultivator of immortality, thanks to Jiange's ten-year Lingfuzi's repeated nagging, he can easily distinguish even the tiniest voice in this world.His ears moved in a daze, keenly capturing "Wei Wangtai".It seems that the people in the carriage have a good relationship with Wei Wangtai.

Reminiscent of the minister of Dali Temple mentioned at the beginning, this person is Cui Yu.

Lingran raised her eyebrows and shouted. "Master Cui—"

With this shout, the slender white hand outside the curtain of the carriage trembled in shock.The movement was extremely slight, but it happened to fall into Lingran's eyes.

The man outside the carriage who was bending over to report put his hand on his saber, and the saber came out of its sheath with a clang, and the tip of the saber pointed at Lingran.

Lingran clenched his hands lazily and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

The man in the carriage also laughed and said, "So you know me."

"Don't dare! Just now when I heard the officials report to Dali Temple, little..." Lingran stopped the car in time, and didn't say the word "little monk".

"...Xiaosheng should know. From this point of view, Xiaosheng was reckless and offended!"

Just kidding, I offended the minister of Dali Temple, in case I was caught back in the water prison again... Lingran got goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the dark, damp smell of rust in the water prison.

Right now, he just wants to get over it quickly and go back to Dong'an Temple for a good night's sleep.

Forget it, the horse's hoof didn't step on him anyway.Just treat it as if he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, it's a bad year.

Lingran touched the tip of her nose, and solemnly apologized to the man in the carriage. "Xiaosheng has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, I hope Master Cui will not be offended!"

Cui Yu was silent, and then said calmly: "Young Lord, please get in the carriage."

Lingran subconsciously took three steps back and laughed awkwardly. "This, it's unnecessary."

Cui Yu smiled coldly. "That's right, no one has ever dared to refuse my invitation!"

After that, the slender and white hand flicked quickly, and countless transparent silk threads flew out from between the five fingers.

In the eyes of outsiders, each piece of silver is as bright as the silk spit out by a spider.But falling into Lingran's eyes, it was a black mist suddenly rising under the blue sky and white sun.There are thousands of black silk threads, each of which is filled with black mist.The mist was like spider venom, rushing towards him sticky.

Lingran was terrified, she tiptoed to the ground in a panic, and flew back towards the carriage.He flew straight for more than ten feet, but the black mist clung to him as if it had eyes.

Finally, when he couldn't catch his breath and fell headlong towards a low-lying ground, a silk thread stuck to his ankle.Then he pulled easily and dragged him back.

Lingran lay on her back on the ground and was dragged along until she reached the carriage.

His long hair was disheveled, and the back of his head kept hitting the ground.

When he arrived in front of the carriage, Lingran's handsome face turned blue and white.

That slender hand finally bowed down condescendingly, brushed away the long hair on the side of Lingran's face, and rubbed a strand of hair with his fingers.

"Oh, no wonder you ran away when you saw me! It turned out to be a fake gentleman and a real monk."

With a light swipe of that hand, Lingran watched helplessly as a large cloud of mist wiped his face and hit him head and face.He was very anxious, but he couldn't call for help.The black snake on the ring finger of his left hand remained motionless as if dead.

At the critical moment, why did Comrade Da Lang lose the chain again? !

Lingran hates it very much.

Cui Yu brushed his left hand over, Lingran's head became bald immediately, and the spell covering his face also lost its effect, returning to his original appearance. "Hey, it's not bad!"

Cui Yu's voice was cold, with a kind of indifference that regarded spirituality as a dead thing.

Lingran was dying.

That hand quickly picked up Lingran's arm.With only one hand, he picked up Lingran and casually threw it into the carriage.Seemingly effortless.

"Alang is mighty!"

"Master Lang is born with supernatural power!"

All the men will shout loudly.

Only Lingran knew, what the hell was this mighty air!It's clearly demon energy.The distinct strands of black air tightly bound his limbs and bones like ropes, and he couldn't move, just like the last time he met Long Aotian, he was like a doll.

Clang!

Lingran was thrown into the carriage.

From the outside, this carriage is extremely luxurious, but after being inside, it is clear that the interior is even more luxurious.When he fell, he didn't fall down, but lay on his stomach on a soft neck pillow.Cui Yu rested his chin on his right hand, looking at him with a smile.

The fragrance in the carriage was lingering, and the black mist gathered on Cui Yu as if he had grown feet.If other people see it, they may feel that this life is so beautiful, it is simply astonishing!He was clearly a man, but he was even brighter than an ordinary woman.

Cui Yu is like a ball of fire, shining brightly.

It's a pity that in Lingran's eyes, the depth of this bright fire is full of black mist.There is also a pair of horns on the top of the head.Ugly!

Lingran hissed.

"Little monk, what on earth are you doing here? How did you crash into Datang?" Cui Yu said "crashed into" instead of coming to Datang, pointing out that Lingran is not a secular person.

Lingran thumped in his heart, and was about to speak, repeating what he said when he entered the city gate earlier, saying that he was a monk from the Japanese country, at worst he would admit that he was a disciple of Onmyoji!Unexpectedly, Cui Yu put his left index finger on his lips and hissed lightly. "Don't lie!"

The tone is soft, sweet as a devil.

magic? !

Lingran was shocked.He finally knew what the black air that these mortal fetuses could not see was.This fucking is obviously the magic energy that Da Lang had popularized with him!I really didn't check the almanac when I went out today. In the early morning, he was on the roof to study with Comrade Da Lang whether there are monsters in this world, and now he ran into the hands of a living devil!

Lingran wanted to move, but her whole body was so stiff that she didn't listen to her movements.Cui Yu quickly touched Lingran's chest with his left hand, Lingran's face turned red, and he said angrily, "Keep your hands and feet clean!"

Cui Yu ignored him, and finally found the Qiankun bag full of grieving ghosts from his bosom, snatched it away, and weighed it in his hand.

The resentful ghosts tossed about in it, and I don't know whose hands it fell into again.Chattering and chattering.

Cui Yu slightly raised his water-colored peach blossom eyes to look at Lingran, his expression turned cold in an instant. "Where did you get these?"

Lingran's lips were tightly closed, stretched into a straight line, like a clam that was pried with a knife but could not be pried open.He even slightly closed his eyelids, like an old monk in meditation.

After that, no matter how Cui Yu interrogated him, he would pretend to be dead.

Cui Yu put down the hand resting on his chin, and flipped the Qiankun bag with both hands.I don't know what this Qiankun bag is made of, but there is a golden carp inscription on it, no matter what method Cui Yu uses, he can't open it.The Pocket Grudges screamed even more fiercely inside.

At this time, the carriage had started to move again, and the sound of the wheels came from outside from time to time, accompanied by the sound of footsteps and the sound of cross-knife matching on the waist.

Cui Yu sneered, thousands of black threads shot out from his fingertips, pierced into Lingran's flesh, and penetrated deep into the blood vessels, making the slight sound of blood vessels bursting from time to time.

All Lingran's screams were trapped in her throat, her whole body was bound, and she couldn't even roll over.Falling into Avici Hell is nothing more than that!he thought angrily.

After a cup of tea, the carriage suddenly stopped again.From outside the curtain came the respectful voice that Lingran had heard before. "Lord, the gate of the yamen is here."

"Understood." Cui Yu said lightly.He stopped to torture Lingran and let go of his hands.At this moment, Lingran's ears were tightly held by countless black silk threads, her whole face was crowded and deformed, the bridge of her nose was desperately sunken, her eyes were protruding, and the corners of her lips were constantly vomiting blood.However, the flesh on the surface was not broken at all, which looked extremely strange.

Cui Yu took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hands.

He wiped it very carefully, even carefully wiped the nails three times, then threw the silk under his feet, opened the curtain of the carriage, stepped on the back of a servant and went out.

Lingran just breathed a sigh of relief, the next moment the curtain of the carriage was violently lifted, and one hand quickly picked him up with a bang.Lingran couldn't help herself, and drew a high parabola in mid-air, and was thrown on the green brick floor in front of Dali Temple.

Grandma, young master, I will stand up one day, and I will definitely chop you into pieces!Lingran felt great hatred in her heart.

After this fall and fall, he couldn't stretch his face any longer, hot blood trickled out from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, nostrils and ears.Bright red blood splattered on the ground.

The white monk robe on his body was like thousands of red plum blossoms, and the air was filled with the cold and cruel smell of blood.

"Ah Yu!"

A young and active voice came from the ear, followed by the sound of footsteps, and a large number of people came.

Lingran rolled her eyes with difficulty, wanting to see clearly who is the one who can call this devil affectionately A Yu!

The voice was vaguely familiar.

He shook his eyelids, and heavily lifted a line of blood. The blood on the eyelids obscured his vision, and he could faintly see a young man in a green blue brocade robe running out.

Indeed!This blind young man is clearly Wei Wangtai.

"A Yu, you are back from sweeping the grave!" Wei Wangtai laughed loudly, rushed over like a shell, hugged Cui Yu, picked him up and threw him into the sky twice, and then caught him again.

The laughter is loud and contagious.

Lingran was shocked, this, this fucking idiot!This Cui Yu's body is full of black air from head to toe, is Wei Wangtai really blind? !How could Li Shimin have such a useless son!

He was feeling aggrieved in his heart when he suddenly heard Cui Yu's cold voice. "A-Tai, let me down!"

Damn, these two guys are so friendly!

The next moment, Lingran was tied up with a rope again.

"Look, what did I catch for you?" Cui Yu held him in one hand and threw him into Wei Wangtai's arms at will.

"This guy is interesting." Wei Wangtai leaned over, and approached Lingran with a pair of bright eyes like morning stars.The pupils are extremely black, with light flowing.

"The one hundred and eight kinds of torture we talked about the day before yesterday can just be used to try."

"Who is this?"

Wei Wangtai looked at his face over and over again, but he didn't realize that this face was an acquaintance.

"It's a monk." Cui Yu clapped his hands and said with a faint smile. "The flesh is solid! Don't worry, it won't break."

Wei Wangtai laughed loudly when he heard the words, as if he had won a rare treasure. "A Yu, it really is you who love me the most!"

Cui Yu smiled lightly, took out another piece of brand new silk from his sleeve in a slow manner, wiped the belly of his fingers carefully, and smoothed out the folds of the outer robe that Wei Wangtai had just wrinkled.Then Yang Chang went straight to the gate of Dali Temple.

Lingran was left behind, causing Wei Wangpai to toss and turn, like a bloody fish in the sun.

Cui Yu, young master, I greet your eighth generation ancestors!

Lingran was angry.

Then his eyes went dark, successfully making Wei Wangtai faint.