Sword Qi Hengqiu

Now that it was settled, Ling Rangjin took the two young men and a prisoner back to the inn.

The young man's name is Sheng Ming, and the woman's name is Mei Yingyue.There are many vacant rooms in the inn, enough for each of them to go to a room.So Sheng Ming didn't think much about it, but when Ling Rangjin and Bu Fanshuang walked into a room with a strange face, his expression changed, but he didn't say much, and quietly went back to his room.

However, Mei Yingyue seemed to see that Ling Rangjin was not in good health, so she deliberately found a few bottles of elixir and gave it to him, and ordered food and hot water for her, this time she went back to her room to rest.

After Ling Rangjin entered the room, he cupped his hands to Bu Fanshuang, and said with a smile, "Fanshuang is getting more and more powerful, and just one look can make people's hearts fall in love."

Bu Fanshuang sneered: "It's just because you and I have a high realm, and I want to ride the east wind to find Xuanqiu."

Ling Rangjin said: "How do you know it wasn't love at first sight?"

"Even if it's love at first sight, it won't give up so quickly. It's just that there are other plans." Bu Fanshuang sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was brought by Ling Rangjin. It tasted sweet, and he moistened it Moisturized his throat, and then said leisurely, "I don't know if he fell in love at first sight, I just feel that the air is a bit sour, could it be that you are jealous?"

Ling Rangjin smiled: "I'm not so narrow-minded."

Bu Fanshuang stared at him, and suddenly said, "I really want to see you jealous."

Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes and smiled, "It depends on Fanshuang's ability." After saying that, he picked up the tea set and floated away, walked behind the screen, poured out the residual tea, and started to fiddle with it again.

Bu Fanshuang looked at his back, feeling a little unhappy.

Ling Rangjin always had a gentle and indifferent appearance, as if nothing would make him angry or sad.Handling things is also impartial, and there has never been any favoritism.

So let alone being jealous because of whom, or intrigue with another person because of whom.

Real immortals are nothing more than that, most of those who can do this are stored in history books.In reality, having such a person by my side is actually very comfortable and reassuring.He treats everyone well, treats everyone equally, and treats everyone well. No one doesn't like him, no one doesn't admire him.It's as if the unattainable moon in the sky turns into the soft spring breeze in the peach blossom forest, and everyone can take a bath.

Therefore, Ling Rangjin has been rated as the most popular Taoist cultivator for 100 consecutive years, and he is also the number one on the list of Taoist couples that all male and female nuns most want to become.

If a person can really be so gentle, kind, strong and intelligent.I'm afraid no one will dislike it.

But although the spring breeze lingers by your side from time to time, bringing blooming flowers and brocades, who can really keep the spring breeze by your side?Can the spring breeze never leave?

So Bu Fanshuang felt that Ling Rangjin was too tired, obviously not superior, but still seemed to leave at any time.

He wanted to see why the warm and lingering spring breeze turned into a violent wind and went away.

But right now, it seems that there is a long way to go.Even if Sheng Ming showed his contempt for him on his face, he didn't care, let alone jealous.

Besides, Bu Fanshuang and him are just a pure dual cultivation relationship, if Ling Rangjin suddenly becomes jealous, it doesn't make sense.

Thinking of this, Bu Fanshuang found that he had wrapped himself in. He rubbed his temples, feeling that he needed to find something else to have fun.So he got up and went downstairs.

Ling Rangjin, who didn't know Mozun's endless thoughts, was thinking about making tea, but when he heard the door knock, Bu Fanshuang went out suddenly.Before he could recover, the door slammed again, and Bu Fanshuang dragged someone back.

Through the gap in the screen, Ling Rangjin saw Bu Fanshuang bring up the little leader of the Remarkable Desolate Sect.

Bu Fanshuang threw the trembling Mo Xiu to the ground, and looked up at the screen.Ling Rangjin felt that Bu Fanshuang had seen him, and Bu Fanshuang's words later confirmed this.

"I know you are soft-hearted, stay behind and don't come out."

"You want to interrogate him?" Ling Rang put down the tea set.

"Yes." Bu Fanshuang said bluntly, "Maybe torture."

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment: "If he said so, would you still kill him?"

"It depends on your mood." Bu Fanshuang said with a smile, "If he's in a good mood, I'll let him go if he doesn't tell. If he's in a bad mood, he'll die if he says it."

Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes: "You caught the person, so it's up to you to deal with it. It's just that life and death are nothing more than a sword, so there's no need to make it too ugly."

Bu Fanshuang snorted, raised her foot and kicked Moxiu's knee: "The young master over there is pleading for you. Be sensible."

Moxiu looked up at him: "If I say it, I will die, if I don't, I will die, why should I say it to make you happy?"

"Oh." Bu Fanshuang propped his head and smiled, "It's true that you may die if you don't say it, but if you don't say it, I can guarantee that your life will be worse than death."

After hearing Bu Fanshuang's words, Ling Rangjin suddenly fell silent, but after a while, the demon cultivator suddenly screamed, accompanied by the sound of collisions, as if he had rolled over the floor and knocked over the furniture.

The scream was really ear-piercing, Ling Rangjin frowned, and came out from behind the screen, and just about to speak, the Moxiu shouted: "I say, I say!"

Ling Rang saw that Moxiu had no wounds all over his body, so he knew it was the method of the Gushan Torture Hall.He laughed and said, "If you keep shouting, I'm afraid everyone in the inn will know about it. It's better for us to keep a low profile."

After hearing this, Bu Fanshuang withdrew the spell.I saw that the demon's face was like gold paper, and his whole body seemed to be picked up from the water. Before Bu Fanshuang could speak again, the demon shuddered, knelt on the ground, and said like pouring beans: "Our suzerain learned that the desert There is a treasure in the depths, named Xuanqiu, it was originally a divine jade, carved in the shape of Qionghua, it is said that it can cure the dead, and it is more beneficial for monks' injuries. It can not only save lives, but also improve cultivation. We The suzerain has been sick since Ling Rangjin injured him 200 years ago, and his cultivation has stagnated. That's why he came here to look for Xuan Qiuyu."

Bu Fanshuang and Ling Rangjin exchanged glances, and continued to ask: "Now do you know where Xuan Qiuyu is?"

Moxiu said: "I don't know the specific location, but the general location is already known."

After finishing speaking, he gave the approximate location, and Ling Rangjin made a note of it in secret, intending to see if what Sheng Ming and the two said can be matched tomorrow.

Bu Fanshuang smiled dignifiedly, and continued to ask gently: "Do you know the background of those two young men?"

Moxiu naturally knew everything: "Those two are disciples of the Yanran Sect in the desert. Xuan Qiuyu was originally hidden in the desert. When we came, they learned that there was a treasure deep in the desert, so they wanted to share a piece of the pie. In fact, they Just eavesdropping on our conversation and knowing that that thing is called Xuanqiu, the Yanran faction didn’t even know there was such a thing in the depths of the desert before, bah, if it wasn’t for the decline of my clan, how could they be allowed to be presumptuous?”

Bu Fanshuang lazily said: "Yo, it's rare to be shameless than the Remnant Desolate Sect. Gone?"

Moxiu couldn't help nodding: "I really only know this, and the little one is just a small character."

Bu Fanshuang raised his eyelids, took a light look at him, and suddenly raised his hand to grab him, only to see that his fingertips were surrounded by black mist, which completely destroyed the cultivation base of Moxiu.

"I wanted to kill you." He rubbed his fingers, "But for his sake, I will spare your life."

Before Mo Xiu could react, Bu Fanshuang waved his hand again, and Mo Xiu fell into a deep sleep.Bu Fanshuang said indifferently: "He will sleep for about a month, so as not to cause trouble."

Ling Rangjin smiled: "This result is very good. It's late at night, send him out, let's rest."

Bu Fanshuang said nothing, after everything was settled, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Ling Rangjin heard Bu Fanshuang's breath was soft and steady, and guessed that he was asleep, so he breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his chest secretly, and massaged quietly.

Just as he was adjusting his breath, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and wrapped around his waist, and then Bu Fanshuang's voice rang close to his ears.

"Stop pretending? The wound hurts?"

The author has something to say: to fix a bug, there was a setting that was written a bit contradictory

What was written in the front was lost by the Yanran faction 400 years ago, and it was written in the back that it was hidden in a cave by an expert thousands of years ago_(:з」∠)_At that time, I happened to be in poor health and mentally, so I actually wrote a bug. Xiuwen just saw it, I'm very sorry, it was unanimously changed here to the setting that Xuanqiu was hidden thousands of years ago