Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yingla didn't dodge, she clenched her fist, and the sword was fixed in front of him, making it difficult to move.

Yang Xing slapped out with a palm, jumped out of the carriage while Yingla was dodging, grabbed the long sword and attacked again, hitting Yingla's vitals with his moves.

At first, Yingluck was able to dodge easily. After her clothes were scratched a few times, her expression became serious. When she turned around, there was an extra lantern in her hand. The lantern had a strange shape and a white handle. The length of the wick is a foot long, and the wick hanging below is light green. With Yingla's actions, green flames are drawn.

Yang Xing raised his eyebrows: "Green?"

Yingla smiled triumphantly: "This is the magic weapon I made, which is no worse than yours. How about it? Isn't it beautiful?"

Yang Xing said nothing, rolled up a sword flower, and waved a little green flame to Yingla's head. Seeing that the top of his head was reflected green, he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it's very beautiful."

Yingla was puzzled, but her intuition told him that Yang Xing's smile had something to do with it, so she frowned immediately: "What do you mean?"

Yang Xing's smile deepened: "It means—to die."

With a sound of "Ding!", there was a crisp collision sound, and the blue light around Yang Xing suddenly rose sharply. He threw the long sword into the air, and pinched it with a magic formula. In the void, countless long swords flashing with cold light appeared in the void, and they suddenly turned towards Ying. Pull away!

Yingla's complexion changed, her hands formed seals, and a green barrier spread out in front of her in an instant, but it couldn't stop Jian Ying's swift and fierce attack, and was quickly broken through.

The light and shadow dissipated, and Yang Xing held the long sword coldly on Yingla's neck.

Yingla smiled and pushed Jianfeng down with her hand, "Do you have to be so heartless? I just came to catch up with you."

Yang Xing was unmoved: "You have been with me for a day just to reminisce about the old days? Do you think I will believe it?" As soon as the words fell, a bloody trace appeared on Yingla's neck, and several blood beads rolled down .

Yingla sighed: "The little beauty's temper is still so fierce, okay, okay, I'll go now."

"Where's my coachman?"

"He's lying there, I'll wake him up now."

Yang Xing glanced at Yingla, who was still staring at him with an overly enthusiastic gaze. He avoided Yingla's gaze, retracted his sword, tipped his toes, and jumped back to the carriage, waiting for Yingla to pass out. Wake up the driver who is not awake.

The coachman woke up and looked at them with horror on his face. He wanted to run tremblingly, but under the gaze of Yang Xing, he sat tremblingly in front of the carriage.

Yang Xing glanced back at Yingla, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: you can go.

Yingla shrugged, threw a kiss to Yangxing, and actually turned around and left.

Yang Xing waited for him to walk far away before turning back and walking on the carriage. After taking two steps, he stopped, and a sudden dizziness made him freeze in place.

The coachman looked at him suspiciously, and before he could ask, he fell down again.

Yang Xing looked at the figure of the coachman who was getting blurred in his vision, endured it for a long time, and then blurted out: "Fuck..."

When did you get the trick, obviously you have been on guard just now...

He suddenly remembered the moment when Yingla pushed the sword away with her hand, it seemed that a small black shadow rushed up along the edge of the sword.

"...Yingla, don't get caught by me, or I will...not spare you..." Yang Xing struggled for a long time, and finally fell forward, a figure caught him faster than him, An aggression filled the air.

"Finally, I finally caught you, and I won't let you go this time."

After finishing speaking, he gently picked up the unconscious young man, carefully placed him on the carriage, then sat on the driver's seat, and slowly drove the carriage.

……

In a dark living room, with the faint candlelight illuminating the table, a young man in black was flipping through a letter in his hand with a serious expression.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a corner of the curtain at the door was blown away, revealing a figure, who was also dressed in black, and he knocked lightly on the edge of the door: "Can you come in?"

The young man raised his eyes: "Guangxuan? What's wrong."

The young man called Guangxuan looked at him slightly sideways, with a rare teasing expression on his face: "Ying, why do you always like to make the room so dark?"

Ying was stunned, looked back at his room, and compared it with the bright sky outside, he felt that it was indeed a little darker, and he was a little surprised, but soon he returned to the topic: "What do you want me to do?"

Guangxuan nodded: "Two news, one about Prince Gong and one about Sun Chuanxi."

When Ying heard the name "Prince Gong", his expression showed a very obvious trace of disgust, but when he heard "Sun Chuanxi", he was stunned for a moment, and then realized who it was, and his eyes lit up: " Sun Chuanxi?"

"Yes, that's the person Sikong and Yan are looking for."

Ying nodded: "Come in and talk about him first."

Guangxuan followed him into the room, looked around, but still couldn't help pulling the curtains aside, and the room became much brighter.

He tidied up the books on Ying's table again, and Ying who was waiting was a little anxious: "Don't worry about these, let's talk about your discovery first."

Guangxuan straightened up and stood still, sighed, and said slowly: "He died a long time ago, more than 70 years ago."

"..." Ying was silent for a moment, as if he had expected this ending a long time ago, his face was not surprised, after a while, he asked again: "How did you die?"

"That battle 77 years ago ... he was in it and he was on the other side."

Ying blinked: "Then why didn't he die at that time, but died five years later?"

"...I can't find out about this either. I only know that after leaving Huaiyu City, he went to Yinzhuo Shu, and no one knows how he died afterwards."

"The land of Shu is overcast..." Yinglue pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "I've been to that place before, it's very eerie, why did he go there? Also, it's been so many years, why did Sikong Yangxing and Yanyu Feng started looking for his whereabouts again, the struggle 77 years ago...is there anyone left?"

Guangxuan has never been good at these inferences, he looked at Ying quietly until he finally came back to his senses and found the young man's gaze: "What's wrong?"

Guangxuan blinked: "Did you forget that there is another piece of news that I haven't told you yet?"

Ying's complexion suddenly collapsed, and he sat down slowly: "I don't want to hear it, but there is nothing easy to solve when it comes to Prince Gong. Last time, we lost thousands of taels of silver for the screen that he robbed with His Highness last time. .”

"Oh? Compensation? Why do I seem to remember that the screen was finally dedicated to the emperor, and His Highness received a lot of rewards?" Guang Xuan raised his eyebrows, watching the embarrassment flash across the face of his friend in front of him.

"Cough... Then it was an accident." Ying waved his hand, trying to avoid the topic, "Tell me, what is he looking for this time?"

Guangxuan laughed softly: "It's not that I'm looking at something... Do you remember the Cao family in Huaiyang City?"

"Huaiyang City?" Yingshen thought for a while, "Oh, the one who is always in the silk business?"

"That's right, the Cao family in Huaiyang has always been Prince Gong's supplier, and they have given him a lot of good things."

"What happened to their house?"

"Two Siamese came to Huaiyang City and wanted to do business with them. It was normal at first, but those two Siamese..." Guangxuan frowned, "It seems that they are not ordinary people. I heard that they would Make Gu worms."

"Gu?" Ying's complexion changed, and he quickly understood Guangxuan's meaning: "Do they have any other deals with the Cao family...?"

Guangxuan shook his head: "I don't know yet, but I think Prince Gong...should not be able to do this, and when I heard that the Siamese used Gu worms, everyone present was shocked, so to speak , They don’t know the origin of this Siamese.”

Speaking of this, Guangxuan suddenly paused again, "However, there is no guarantee that Prince Gong will not try to win them over... A spiritual master who can know Gu must not let him stand on Prince Gong's side... I think we have to Will meet them."

Ying glanced at him: "Arrange immediately."

Guangxuan nodded and said, "Okay."

Ying's face gradually became gloomy, as if recalling the unpleasant past: "...If Prince Gong dares to cooperate with the Siamese to use this method, then I will...never let them have a better life."

……

When Yang Xing woke up, he felt dizzy and didn't react for a long time.

Until a deep voice rang in his ear: "Are you awake?"

Yingla was dressed in a dark red robe, resting her chin on the head of the bed, looking at the young man who just woke up in front of her.

There was still a tired look on the young man's brows, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, looking at the hazy fog, but it was particularly tempting to bully...

Hearing this voice, Yang Xing was startled, and quickly woke up, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and a blue light quickly struck towards Yingla.

It's a pity that the light didn't go very far, it just disappeared after a flicker.

Yang Xing propped up his arms and sat up, looking at him coldly: "What kind of Gu did you put on me again?"

Yingla shrugged and said with a smile: "It's nothing, some gadgets, they won't do you any harm, nothing compares to the one in your eye."

Only then did Yang Xing realize that his eyes seemed to be blurred a lot, and the Shadow Clearing Gu... seemed to have disappeared.

He looked at Yingla with a little more coldness in his eyes: "Where is Gu?"

Yingla looked innocent: "Killed."

"..." Yang Xing looked at him, unable to tell whether his words were true or not.

Yingla nodded seriously: "It's really dead, Nuo, the body hasn't been thrown away yet." He spread his right hand and handed it to Yang Xing.

Yang Xing glanced subconsciously, but found that his hand was empty. The next moment, Yingla stretched out her hand extremely quickly, and gently hooked Yang Xing's chin.

After the little trick succeeded, Yingla smiled happily, her handsome face was full of happiness: "Yang Xing, you are so cute."

Yang Xing understood that it was useless to entangle this person too much, so he simply stopped looking at him, turned his head and asked indifferently: "What's going on, Gu? And, where am I now?"

Yingla leaned in front of him: "I really destroyed the Gu. As for us, we are now in Prince Gong's other courtyard."