The heavens begin from Pingyang City

After a while, the sun gradually set, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, stumbling like a mortal.

After a while, a handsome scholar carrying a bookcase walked into the hall.

"Lanruo Temple is haunted, it's best not to stay."

While Yan Chixia was speaking, she couldn't help but glance at the young man in black robe who had closed his eyes and meditated since he entered the hall.

The handsome scholar gasped and said: "It's getting late. It's getting late. It's more dangerous outside. I'm Ning Caichen."

With a cry, a cold wind blew by, as if swirling.

The three words Ning Caichen seemed to turn on a certain plot switch, causing the yin energy in the surrounding world to rise a little.

Hearing the words Ning Caichen, Jiang Yao opened his eyes slightly and looked over with interest.

This is the undead knight Ning Caichen who stands alongside the reckless hero Xu Hanwen, the immortal master Dong Yong, and the insect master Luo Shiyi!

I have long admired your name!

Jiang Yao's current strength has far exceeded the limit of this world. The pressure of this mission is not great, so he behaves very relaxedly, with a mentality of watching a show.

Ning Caichen is a standard handsome scholar, slightly thin, with a bit of panic and fear in his expression.

When he heard Yan Chixia say that Lanruo Temple was haunted, he murmured to himself: "You don't have to say that the monsters are so powerful!"

As he spoke, his body was still shaking a little, as if he was frightened by the surrounding gloomy mountains and forests, the noisy crows, and the bone-piercing cold wind.

Indeed, the road is more dangerous at night.

Yan Chixia was not a stubborn person. She felt that Ning Caichen was right. After pondering for a while, she said: "Master Ning, you must stay here in the main hall after nightfall. You must not wander around other places in Lanruo Temple, let alone You can’t sleep in the Zen room.”

He glanced at the two people in the hall and saw Jiang Yao leaning against the beam, his body relaxed, and looking at the new scholar indifferently.

Recalling the reaction when the other party first entered the hall, Yan Chixia understood that the strength of this young man in black robe was absolutely extraordinary.

And this Wang Shaoxia has strong energy and blood, his aura is not weak, and his reputation is not small.

Thinking about it, Yan Chixia added again: "As long as you are not the only one in the palace, there is no need to be afraid of any ghosts. If you are the only one left, you will follow him and you must not do anything on your own."

Ning Caichen is a scholar, but he can still hear Yan Chixia's good intentions.

In comparison, the other two seemed a little indifferent, so they nodded hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I don't know your brother's name."

"Surname Yan, courtesy name Chixia, from the north."

Yan Chixia answered concisely and comprehensively.

After the greetings, Ning Caichen put down his bookcase, collected dead branches and leaves, and then found fire folds, hoping to light a fire to keep warm.

Perhaps he was running so fast in the last section that he was a little exhausted now. He still couldn't get rid of the fire and was panting from exhaustion.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia flicked her finger, and a spark flew down. The pile of branches and leaves immediately burst into flames, and the hall was lit up.

"Brother Yan is the legendary swordsman?"

Ning Caichen's eyes widened, obviously full of curiosity about the legendary swordsman who could enter and exit Qingming.

Yan Chixia nodded slightly, but did not speak. She seemed not to like words very much.

"Brother Yan, can a swordsman really fly into the sky and escape from the earth, exorcise demons, and burn mountains and seas?"

Ning Caichen blurted out a series of questions, as if these things had been lingering in his heart for a long time, and as if they were programmed: "This sword on your back is beyond the world of mortals? Are you here to get rid of ghosts?"

Yan Chixia was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, and she did not dislike Ning Caichen, answering Ning Caichen's questions from time to time.

Time passed quickly, the sun completely set, and the moon was blocked by thick stratus clouds.

The surrounding mountains and forests were completely dark, with only the flickering light of the fire in the hall.

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Waves of cold wind blew through the dilapidated hall. It was different from the usual cold, and had a creepy and eerie feeling.

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Perhaps it was due to the blowing in from the damaged gaps around the hall, causing a sound that sounded like a ghost crying.

Hearing this eerie voice, Ning Caichen couldn't help but shudder, and felt his scalp was numb.

Moreover, a suspicious blush appeared on his slightly pale face. After looking around, he clenched his teeth and chose to endure.

Woo woo woo

The sinister wind became stronger and stronger, as if an evil spirit was beside me.

Ning Caichen suddenly stood up: "Brother Yan, I want to go out for convenience."

There was someone in the palace, and urinating here would be unacceptable to him, who was very thin-skinned.

But when you go out, the night is dark and the wind is blowing. Maybe there are evil spirits hiding there.

So he wanted to ask the legendary swordsman Yan Chixia first.

Yan Chixia was in the exterior scene, how could she not sense his physical condition and have already been thinking about it.

He pointed to the big hole in the side wall: "Come out from here and deal with it next to the main hall. If there is any danger, I will be able to detect it."

Ning Caichen didn't say much. He clamped his legs together and walked towards the hole quickly.

Jiang Yao still leaned against the beams with his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

However, the entire Lanruo Temple and the surrounding mountains and forests were all reflected in his inner lake.

After Ning Caichen finished settling his personal affairs, he suddenly heard the cry of "嘤嘤嘤", which was soft and low, and he was extremely sad.

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The hairs on his back all stood up, and if he didn't fix it right away, he would probably wet his pants.

There's a ghost!

There is a female ghost!

He subconsciously wanted to run back, but found that the main hall was gone and was surrounded by winding corridors.

In the main hall, Yan Chixia stood up suddenly.

Just now, a gust of wind blew by, and he lost his sense of Ning Caichen.

What a strong evil spirit!

An idea came to his mind, and he felt guilty and pulled out the broad sword behind him.

This is a simple and solemn long sword that seems to be made of brass. The sword is covered with a glimmer of sword energy.

Jiang Yao subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at the brass sword.

After a while, he looked away in disappointment.

This sword has nothing to do with the Human Emperor Sword, it's just a pretty good weapon.

Yan Chixia took a step and appeared outside the big hole. Her sword intent spread, dispersing the dark wind and looking for clues.

He subconsciously turned around and saw that the man in black robe still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't notice what just happened and seemed indifferent to everything.

When Wang Su saw this, he hesitated for a moment and whispered to Jiang Yao: "Senior, this junior is a man of the right path. You cannot ignore death without saving someone."

Yan Chixia is a great hero in the world, and everyone admires her. If he sees that she refuses to save him, the reputation he has worked so hard to accumulate will be greatly reduced.

Jiang Yao didn't care about the other person's thoughts and said softly: "Go!"

After hearing this, Wang Su no longer hesitated, caught up with Yan Chixia, and said to him: "Master Yan, I'm here to help you."

"Evil spirits are tyrannical, so be careful."

Yan Chixia gave a hint of appreciation.

On the other side, Ning Caichen looked at the corridor that suddenly appeared. He was so frightened that his two limbs trembled. He kept muttering to himself: "Reading the books of sages, you will have a majestic spirit, and ghosts and gods will not get close."

Self-hypnosis for a while seemed to have some effect.

Ning Caichen calmed down a little, and all his fear, fear and other emotions turned into motivation, allowing him to fly forward.

As I ran, the crying sound of "嘤嘤嘤" became clearer and clearer.

Hearing that the sound might be in front of him, Ning Caichen took a deep breath, immediately turned his head and ran towards the rear.

However, no matter how he changed, the gentle crying sound became clearer and clearer.

At the end, Ning Caichen turned pale, paused, and pulled out a book from his arms, with the title "Mencius" written on the cover.

"Awesome spirit. Supreme and strong"

Ning Caichen took the scroll and carried the contents on his back, moving forward cautiously.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure covered in plain white gauze with icy skin and jade skin appeared in front of her.

This figure looks hazy, but it seems to have a special charm and is particularly fascinating.

And at this time, she was squatting in the corner, sobbing, which made people feel protective.

"Female ghost!"

Ning Caichen blurted out.

After hearing his words, the figure turned its head, revealing a beautiful face that would make people lose consciousness even in a gloomy environment.

The plain white gauze revealed the looming skin, exuding a seductive temptation.

And all of this, combined with her crystal-clear, innocent eyes like a deer, did not make her look wanton, but revealed a bit of innocence.

"Young Master, please leave quickly. Grandma asked me to harm you."

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and her sadness was beyond words.

After hearing this, Ning Caichen became less afraid: "I wonder what I call the girl? I know a swordsman, Ning Caichen, who loves to interfere with injustice. If the girl is coerced by that grandma to harm others, he should There is a way to save you."

The girl shook her head: "It's useless. Grandma is very powerful. She killed several swordsmen who came before."

"My name is Nie Xiaoqian, and I am a lonely ghost under my grandma."

"That is Daxia Yan Chixia, one of the most powerful swordsmen in the world."

Hearing that the girl was treating him sincerely, Ning Caichen repaid her with kindness.

The girl's eyes lit up: "Master Yan Chixia Yan? If it is really him, I hope the young master will ask him to go to a poplar tree with a black nest in the forest and smash the jar of my ashes. Otherwise, I will never be able to get rid of my grandma." control."

"A poplar tree with a black nest!"

Ning Caichen repeated it and nodded.

While Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian were performing the drama of unresolved love between humans and ghosts, Yan Chixia and Wang Su also began to search the rooms in the ancient temple, trying to find Ning Caichen.

Wang Su held a folding fan that exuded spiritual light and cautiously opened the door of a Zen room.

Squeak.

The door opened, Wang Su's eyes were wide open, and his blood was rising.

Inside the meditation room was a large bucket with hot water and white steam inside.

A woman, looming in the mist, sat inside, hurriedly covering her chest with her hands. Her skin was white as snow, and she suddenly appeared in spring.

Swish

A black shadow hung down and headed towards Wang Su.

"hey-hey."

Unexpectedly, Wang Su, who was a little distracted, laughed twice and turned around to avoid the claw shadow.

There was a slightly vulgar smile on his face and he said: "You really think I am a young master, you are too childish!"

But before he finished speaking, an ugly man's face, covered with tree bumps and heavily made-up, suddenly appeared in front of him. He was instantly startled.

The next moment, a tree root penetrated the protective magic weapon on his body and penetrated it.

In the main hall, Jiang Yao's eyes suddenly opened, and the dharma image behind him suddenly appeared. Three phantoms with their feet on the long river appeared behind the dharma image, and a wave like water flow enveloped his whole body.

At this time, Jiang Yao's figure was slightly unreal, as if he was in the past, with a hint of vicissitudes of life.

Jiang Yao understood that time would turn back once the 'player' died, so Jiang Yao made preparations.

As he masters "The Emperor of Heaven Steps into Time", he can still ensure that his time will not be changed.

Sure enough, the next moment, the surrounding firelight disappeared, the world became abnormal, and the senses could only maintain their surroundings.

In just an instant, the world returned to normal, and Jiang Yao's figure returned directly to the inn where he had just entered this world. Discussions resounded around him again:

"Hey, there is a heavenly master in the south and an empress in the north. They are fighting with each other and the world is in ruins."

Jiang Yao stood there, his expression constantly changing, countless mysteries running through his eyes, and thoughts in his heart constantly surging.

'No. No, the state just now was wrong. This is not the reversal of time, this is not the feeling of time, this is'

Jiang Yao couldn't help but look around, looking at the world around him, and the inexplicable feeling he had when he first entered this world reappeared in his heart.

This world is not right, and my own state is not right either!