The villain has been playing badly for ten years

Ning Xiusu couldn't help feeling helpless when he saw these two people were just as impetuous and disappeared in an instant.

Pu Boyu just ran over at this time: "Uncle, where is my aunt? What's going on?"

"Senior Chen is missing."

"Ah, so the two of them went to look for it?"

Ning Xiusu nodded, "The Crescent Moon Stone should be a magical tool, probably able to change shape and form."

Pu Boyu looked worried again and suddenly said:

"Uncle Villain, you should follow them, right? My aunt doesn't know anything. What if that Miemie goes crazy again?"

Ning Xiusu thought Miemie's situation was indeed unstable, so he said:

"Ayu, what is this thing your aunt often uses? Let me have it."

Pu Boyu scratched his head, thought of something, and suddenly went into the house and pulled out a small bottle.

"This perfume is homemade by her and she uses it often."

When Ning Xiusu took it, he was a little curious and smelled a faint fragrance of intoxicating flowers. It turned out that the scent on Hua Jianbai was from this thing.

He then responded, "Okay, go tell Lord Meng, and I'll go find them."

Pu Boyu nodded and just as he uttered an "Oh" he saw Ning Xiusu leap into the air, his frosty white clothes flowing like clouds. Soon, he soared over the treetops, skimming through them and riding the wind.

Pu Boyu opened his mouth wide and exclaimed "Wow". It turned out that in novels, spiritual practitioners can really fly.

……

Green tiles and flying eaves, buildings are lined up on the streets, there are crowds of people in the market, and red silk cloths are hung from the buildings.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the silk cloth and shone onto the ground. Children were chasing and playing beneath the cloth, running around in it. It was clearly a neighborhood of ordinary people.

Ning Xiusu rode the wind and landed lightly on the roof. He had already arrived at a corner of the bustling city.

The Yueque Stone used by Hua Jianbai and Miemie is like a formation that can change shape and shadow, but it is faster than riding the wind.

Ning Xiusu found it difficult to know the exact location of the two of them for a while, but he used the technique of searching for qi to find traces and get some clues.

Where?

He gathered the shimmering flames at his fingertips, and a flame flashed like an imperial decree.

The surface of the Qingyi River is like a mirror, sparkling.

The invisible traces disappeared here.

The river breeze blows gently, ruffling my clothes.

It seems like on the opposite side...

Here, there are peddlers dusting lotus flowers and women carrying water by the river, and their shouts are endless.

He was planning to cross the river by boat. Just as he reached the river bank, he saw countless people walking among the green willows on the bank.

There is constant noise on the bank of the river, mixed with the boatman's calls, which lull people to sleep.

A small boat floats leisurely on it. The boat is light, made of bamboo and wood and covered with tung oil.

The boatman was dressed in a green shirt, a conical hat, holding a long pole and singing a song.

Suddenly, amid the sound of the horn, a woman's voice reciting poetry came into my ears.

"A lingering dream on the rooftop at five o'clock in the morning, a sorrowful March rain beneath the flowers... Being heartless is not as painful as being affectionate, an inch can become thousands of strands."

The voice was soft and weak, and the tone was sad and mournful.

As he was listening, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and felt dizzy as if his vision had suddenly turned upside down, and he even had double vision.

Ning Xiusu almost bumped into a stall and subconsciously held onto a willow tree nearby.

what happened?

Suddenly, as if not far away, a cold snort of laughter was heard, with a hint of feminine lightness.

The voice was so sudden that it startled people.

At this moment, a person appeared from the roof of the boat without any warning. She was a young woman in her prime, standing where the boatman had just been.

But in the blink of an eye, the boat was spinning in the river and the woman disappeared without a trace.

Only then did he realize something was wrong. He looked around but saw no boats in the river and no people on the shore.

Unlike Xin Zhu...this technique can directly disturb people's minds.

He was tricked, but Ning Xiusu realized it later.

At this moment, a sad sigh seemed to be heard from a high place.

"Tian Kuixing, have you been a useless person for too long? If I had attacked you just now, you would have been dead."

The woman's voice was still as cold and sad as ever. Ning Xiusu looked up and saw a fierce woman standing at the highest point of the flagpole, overlooking the place.

Her skin was delicate and well-proportioned, and the sight of her was captivating. Her long, jet-black hair was tied back with a magpie-tail crown, and she wore a reddish-brown Taoist robe embroidered with fiendish beasts, the hem of which shone slightly in the light.

Ning Xiusu's heart tightened, and his eyes fell on the black wooden token on the man's waist, on which was engraved the word "corpse".

He was from the Corpse Sect, but I can’t remember his name.

The woman was gently playing with something in her hand. It was a small, strange blade with slightly curved ends. The blade shone with a green light in the sunlight.

"It seems that Tian Kuixing has forgotten my name."

This woman seemed to have the ability to read minds. Ning Xiusu simply said, "Anyway, everyone in the Tongshan Dojo has been resurrected. There are too many old people, so I don't necessarily remember them all."

It was hard to tell whether his tone was good or bad. The woman frowned, and a cunning light flashed in her crescent eyes:

"More than ten years ago, you called me Xinyan'er."

Xinyaner?

Ruo Xinyan...

These people were too old. Ning Xiusu searched hard in his mind and finally remembered a name.

"What do you want from me?"

The corners of Ruo Xinyan's mouth curled up, with a hint of unruly wildness.

"Tianqinu went too far, causing the death of Dikuixing, the star of the Shamen, at the hands of the government. Knowing she was incompetent, she even went into hiding."

Her tone was soft, and as she spoke, she slowly descended from the height of the flagpole as if floating.

"The two idiots, Qing Huang Chi Gui, have gotten themselves into such a mess, and yet you, Tian Kui Xing, are still enjoying a peaceful life on earth. How can this be acceptable?"

Ning Xiusu listened to her for a long time and replied very coldly:

"I left the dojo a long time ago. Can you please stop being so arrogant all the time?"

"Once you enter the temple, you must serve for life, unless you die."

As Ruo Xinyan spoke, the strange double-moon arc blade flew out of her hand.

The blades at both ends were like curved hooks, flashing with a sharp aura of death. They circled in the air for a while, then turned into a dark red light and struck in his direction!

The name of this weapon is Wushang, and it is one of the divine weapons in the list of divine weapons.

Ning Xiusu saw that the situation was not good, and turned around like a breeze passing through willow branches.

After all, the magic had been put aside for too long and he was already unfamiliar with it, so he didn't intend to get entangled with it.

Ruo Xinyan chuckled softly upon seeing this, and refused to let him go. Ning Xiusu had just reached the rooftop when he was forced back by the dark red light.

The sharp blade almost brushed past the edge of his clothes.

When Ning Xiusu narrowly avoided the danger, he turned around and appeared where Ruo Xinyan was standing.

He gathered dark flames in his palms, and the moment they hit the man in the reddish-brown robe, the smoke from the bamboo core bloomed like a bunch of poppies, dissipated in an instant, and flashed onto the river behind him.

Oh no, this guy is really hard to deal with.

Ruo Xinyan's Wushang magic blade returned to her hand. She chanted some magic spells and a blue water tornado surrounded her body. Among the splashes of water, faint flashes of lightning could be seen.

With a wave of his hand, waterspouts broke through the river water and roared towards him as if breaking through the air.

Although Ning Xiusu was shocked, he remained calm. He pinched a seal with one hand, and a faint green light suddenly appeared in his hand. The talismans gathered and seemed to burn with faint light, and suddenly a wall of fire was ignited to block it.

With a loud "bang", light burst out and the splashing water was like a knife blade, cutting through the bluestone ground.

A tornado of air destroyed a section of the roof of the market, crashing down onto the stalls and snapping the red silk on the roof. Immediately, shouts and cries of pain filled the ears.

Ning Xiusu's entire body trembled, and he took several steps back before he could steady himself.

This place is just an ordinary neighborhood. People walking on the street have never seen such a scene. When spiritual practitioners fight, the power is like thunder.

They couldn't help but scream and run around, and suddenly the river bank became a mess.

Ning Xiusu said, "If you want to fight, go somewhere else."

"Tian Kuixing is really hypocritical. Does he even have the mind to care about others?"

As she spoke, her figure flashed like a shadow and she came closer. The dark red light was extremely dazzling and every move was fierce.