Ninth-level fairy

Under the candlelight, there was a soft, fair, and extremely graceful face.

The woman was no more than twenty years old, only seventeen or eighteen years old.

She smiled, her eyes full of spring, bowed gracefully, and said softly:

"Meet my husband!"

Old Zhang's face was almost twisted with laughter: "How could I be so worthy of such a beautiful bride before I die in this life!"

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan said, "How is it? Are you satisfied? If not, I can help you change it!"

"Satisfied! Satisfied!"

Old Zhang's mouth was drooling. A girl like this, not to mention the rich men in the village, even the lieutenant general and prefect in the city might not be able to marry her.

What blessings did I accumulate in my previous life to have such great blessings in this life?

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan sighed softly, "Your wife was attacked by a ghost on the road and was almost kidnapped. I was not yet at the right level of cultivation and failed to protect her, so she suffered some hidden injuries. I had no choice but to put her in a coffin. One day, you can find a good doctor and slowly treat her. She will recover!"

Old Zhang hurriedly bowed and nodded: "I understand! Taoist priest, you have worked hard on the journey, please go into the side room and rest!"

With the beauty in front of him, he can't wait to enter the bridal chamber!

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan propped up the black coffin with one hand and walked out of the room, shouting, "Don't see me off, go into the bridal chamber! I'll help you guard outside!"

Old Zhang retreated into the room and bolted the door.

Looking at the beautiful lady in front of him, his voice was filled with joy and greasy:

"Madam! Madam! What's your name?"

Taoist Hei Xuan placed the coffin under the bed in the wing room and, as he left the house, he glanced at the young man in the yard. He saw that he was dressed in black, exactly like himself. It was the young man who had been teasing him on the road and wanted to become his disciple - Du Fang.

Hei Xuan held his breath and pretended not to see it. The matter here was of great importance. Once this matter was settled, he would definitely kill him alive.

He carefully locked the windows of the wedding room and covered them with white paper to prevent the cold wind from blowing away the incense and causing any problems.

Then he walked to the fireplace in the yard and sat down opposite Du Fang with his arms and legs spread out.

His eyes were as sharp as blades in the cold wind, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What's your last name?"

"You know my name, so why ask?"

"Why did you tease me so many times on the road?"

"Become my disciple! I want you to be my master!" Du Fang smiled. This look made Hei Xuan wary, and he immediately looked at the bag on Du Fang's back.

From the outside, it looked like he was holding a sword or a knife, a martial artist or a cultivator, but he could not see any trace of the aura of cultivation in this young man.

Hei Xuan asked tentatively, "Do you also practice swordsmanship?"

"I haven't even started yet! So I want to become your disciple and learn the art of ghost arts!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Hei Xuan's eyes: "Oh, you know me very well?"

"Of course, Taoist Priest Hei Xuan of Yuzhen Temple is a ghost cultivator who has reached the second level."

Hei Xuan suddenly stood up, stepped back in shock, and said angrily:

"Who are you? Are you following me?"

Du Fang suddenly laughed, "With the Taoist's talent for cultivation, I don't even bother to follow you. Sit down, I'm not here for you!"

Hei Xuan asked in horror: "Who are you?"

"Lingxiao Mountain!"

When Du Fang uttered these words, Hei Xuan took a deep breath and slowly sat back.

If Lingxiao Mountain intervenes in this matter, it will almost mean that all my work has been in vain. These nine years of hard work will be wasted. I have wasted nine years of my best years and only made wedding dresses for others.

Taoist Hei Xuan clenched his fists so hard that his fingers were almost white. There were several masters who had reached the fifth realm in Lingxiao Mountain. In Zhongzezhou, except for the Longyuan Sword Sect, they were almost able to crush all the cultivators.

In this anger and pain, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind, 'I'm not here for you!' This young man came from Lingxiao Mountain, but he didn't come for him.

Taoist Hei Xuan said in a trembling voice, "Sir, are you here for that spiritual weapon?"

Ever since he knew the other party's identity, his way of addressing him changed. While asking about the spiritual weapon, he tightened the copper furnace in his arms.

Du Fang looked at his nervous expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Relax, I said, I'm not here for you. Your spiritual weapon has not been refined yet. Even if it is refined, Lingxiao Mountain will not look down on it."

"You promise?" Taoist Hei Xuan was still worried.

"Okay, I promise!"

"Since you are from Lingxiao Mountain, why do you want to find me to be your disciple along the way?" Hei Xuan asked the question in his heart.

"I'm bored, I want to play!"

Du Fang said lightly.

Hei Xuan Daoist cursed in his heart: "Damn it, you're just looking for me to have fun with. If I hadn't been unable to guess his strength and didn't know his origin, I would have picked up a sword and killed him."

He was indignant in his heart, but he didn't dare say anything, for fear that if he said too much, he would cause consequences that he couldn't solve.

The two of them just sat there blankly.

The north wind howled in from the door and almost blew the fire apart.

Du Fang lit a flame and went up to close the wooden door.

In the quiet cold night, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Taoist Hei Xuan shuddered. Who was so tactless as to come visit so late at night?

"The door is not locked, come in!" Du Fang stared at the darkness and said lightly, but his eyes were looking at Hei Xuan Taoist. The meaning of his eyes was as if he wanted to say: 'I came to find you.'

His voice was very loud, but the person outside the door seemed not to hear him and kept knocking on the door.

Hei Xuan suddenly felt a chill and his heart tightened.

Du Fang took out the wood and carving knife again, and without even raising his eyelids, he said calmly: "It's not a person who comes, it's probably looking for you."

As soon as the words fell——

The courtyard door was pushed open, and there was indeed no one outside. The cold wind was howling and blowing in from outside the door.

Outside the pitch-black door, a thin strand of hair stretched out. It was crystal white and shone delicately in the darkness. The white hair grew longer and longer.

It stretched out from the courtyard gate and spread out like flowers. Next to it was a green vine, only as thick as a finger, which climbed towards the wooden house at an extremely fast speed, one on the left and one on the right.

The white hair was as white as snow, and the green vines grew vigorously. In the blink of an eye, they almost covered the entire yard, and the gloomy darkness completely pressed down.

Du Fang looked at Hei Xuan: "It seems that there are a lot of forbidden women and tree monsters here. Kill one, and another comes!"

As soon as he said this, white silk and green vines crawled towards him at the same time.

Du Fang's expression suddenly turned cold. He drew a half circle on the ground with his hand and said calmly:

"Don't touch my fire, it's going out, I want your lives!"

This sentence was very effective. The hair and green vines immediately circled around the fire and meandered towards Old Zhang's bridal chamber.

"How dare you seek death!"

Taoist Hei Xuan roared angrily and drew out his lightning-struck wooden sword, piercing the deep darkness in the yard and slashing it into the sea of ​​grass where hair and green vines were intertwined.

The stench of burning instantly filled the yard. The white hair and green vines quickly retreated.

Two women's voices sounded at the same time:

"Grandma is here!"

A strange laugh was heard from the door, and an old woman, leaning on a crutch, wearing funeral clothes and with bound feet, walked in tremblingly from the wooden door.