I have nothing but luck

The answer is about to come out.

One of the waiter in the inn and the fortune teller told a lie.

"Why can't it be the City Lord's Mansion?"

The three of them went back to the inn where they were temporarily staying. When Li Zhixuan couldn't hold back and talked about this matter at first, Xie Rongjiao said something unexpectedly.

"What the waiter in the inn and the fortune teller said are all rumors. Maybe they think what they said is true, but there are inevitably mistakes when it spreads."

Jiang Jingxing continued: "The spiritual veins in the city are exhausted, and there have been no cultivators for decades. All the practitioners come from the City Lord's Mansion. Therefore, in Xuanwu City, the only place that can deal with ghosts openly is the City Lord's Mansion."

Li Zhixuan's hairs stood on end: "So it is said that the city lord's mansion deliberately manipulated public opinion, making the ghost in the city shocking outside, but it did not hinder it in the city. It was just an interesting strange story?"

"It's feasible." Xie Rongjiao recalled what he saw and heard in the city, "most of the people in the city are mortals, and the location of Xuanwu City is subtle. It is better not to go out of the city and rely on the protection of the City Lord's Mansion."

The closure brings about a lack of information.

Even if one or two people heard about the ghosts in Xuanwu City when they went out, they would only regard it as an exacerbation, and they would be embellished by others, and they would laugh it off.

Xie Rongjiao finally concluded: "This is just my wishful thinking. Before I have the certificate, it's hard to say what role the City Lord's Mansion played. It's just that the Qi mechanism in Xuanwu City is very strange. The ghost said by the waiter in the inn should be true. "

"It seems that it really has something to do with the four spirits." After Li Zhixuan returned to his room, Jiang Jingxing seemed to be talking to himself, and then explained to Xie Rongjiao, "Someone has painstakingly concealed the qi mechanism of Xuanwu City, and I can't clearly perceive it, ah I have a feeling that I’m leaving you, so maybe it’s because of the Phoenix’s blood.”

As early as when he entered the city, Xie Rongjiao's blood in the body of the phoenix had been sensed, it was churning endlessly, wandering around in the meridians uncontrollably.

This reaction seemed to be irritated by something's provocation.

But after the phoenix died, who in the world could provoke the phoenix's blood?

"It's the blood of the phoenix. I have a hunch that the mystery is in the City Lord's Mansion." Xie Rongjiao made a decision and didn't dwell on the matter of Phoenix Blood. "The City Lord's Mansion——definitely wants to find a chance to visit."

Anyway, Xie Hua's letter is still in the castellan's study.

Jiang Jingxing unexpectedly asked, "A Ci, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"I'm so scared to death." Xie Rongjiao glanced at him, his voice was as cool as pearls and jade, and the strings of the zither were clanging, "When you see a ghost, you can't lift your sword. The Xuanwu City group is all counting on you, Master."

It was as if Jiang Jingxing was not the one who told ghost stories to him in different ways when he was a child.

Jiang Jingxing said regretfully: "Mistake, I should have told you ghost stories if I knew that none of us would be able to fight."

Xie Rongjiao also regretted: "Master, it would be great if you realized it ten years earlier."

He doesn't have to spend a period of time when he wakes up in the middle of the night and dare not open his eyes for fear that something strange will come into his eyes.

Jiang Jingxing suddenly smiled: "A Ci, it's no wonder that you were unpopular when you were a child. People of the same age in other families were all messing around, wishing to poke a hole in the sky. You are full of emotions and desires. Others eat candied haws, but you are like a god in a temple who eats incense , only when I tell you a ghost story is a little lively."

Jiang Jingxing once thought that if Xie Li, the first Fengling city lord who started the Xie family, was not the adopted son of the Phoenix, but the parent and son of the Phoenix, and if the real Phoenix blood flowed in the Xie family, Xie Rongjiao might be the most similar to the prehistoric time. Born, the man of the gods who live together in heaven and earth.

There is divinity in him.

For others, the longer they grow, the more stable they become, but for Xie Rongjiao, the longer they grow, the more lively they become.

Xie Rongjiao laughed: "Is that so? I haven't noticed it myself, maybe it's just my nature."

He inexplicably remembered a conversation he had with He Quan in Fulai Town.

At that time, he said to He Quan, "The person you should thank is not me, but him."

It is time to thank Jiang Jingxing.

The night gradually deepened, and the wind blowing on the window became stronger and stronger layer by layer. The sound of the window paper was like the cry of a child who lost his father, or the cry of a newly widowed woman. They were all gloomy images of human misery until It made people shudder.

The wind was so pervasive and dense that it seeped in through the window paper. As the sound on the window paper became louder, the indoor temperature became colder. Will break to reveal appalling sight behind the window

Li Zhixuan walked in the door with a bluster, his face pale.

At first glance, he was frightened by the strange wind noise.

Xie Rongjiao combined his performance before and after and the abnormality when he was in the Northern Wilderness Inn, and asked, "Brother Li is afraid of ghosts?"

Li Zhixuan nodded whether he wanted to cry or not: "I have been afraid since I was a child."

Jiang Jingxing was very disgusted: "How old are you afraid of ghosts? Are you worthy of the sword in your hand?"

The sound of the wind by the window became more and more horrific each time, and the layers became denser and denser, until they overlapped and overlapped, like countless crying blood and crying together, telling the tragedy of the world, all living beings suffer, and a hundred ghosts cry at night.

Xie Rongjiao's mind was clear, he only treated it like ordinary rumors, and comforted Li Zhixuan: "Brother Li, it's nothing, why don't you open the paper on the window and see if there is a person or a ghost behind the window."

As expected of Xie Rongjiao, his consolation seemed to Li Zhixuan to be a more vicious threat.

The wind outside the window seemed to be psychic. After sensing Li Zhixuan's fear, the wind blowing on the window changed its tone.

The moisture in the room is getting heavier.

It turned out to be raining outside.

Li Zhixuan changed from trembling with fright to froze in place and did not dare to move.

There is no other reason, the window paper is made of oil paper that has been tempered by a special process, not to mention water, even an ordinary small fire would not be able to burn through it, but at this moment it was soaked by the rain outside, and it turned red.

Sniffing carefully, it seems that there is a slight smell of blood in the nose.

He looked like he might pass out at any moment.

It was the first time in Jiang Jingxing's life that he understood what it means to subdue others without fighting: "Uncle Li, I beg you, be more successful."

Xie Rongjiao held the sword in his hand, ready to pierce the window paper.

Jiang Jingxing was faster than him, opened the window directly, and stretched out his palm.

The wind is still blowing, the rain is still drifting lightly, and the flowers, leaves, grass and trees are still as they were before.

But the lord of Xuanwu City woke up from his dream. He didn't disturb his wife who was sleeping on one side, and got up lightly, put on his clothes and went upstairs.

As the room warmed up, the window paper returned to its original dry appearance that had not been soaked by the blood-red rain.

Every ray of wind, every ray of rain, even every flower, leaf, grass, and tree all turned into Jiang Jingxing's sword.

There is arrogance between heaven and earth, and where there is arrogance, there is his sword.

His sword is everywhere.

Even if the ghost hides in the underworld and calms down his desire to stir up trouble, he still can't escape his sword.

A man with dark skin, disheveled long hair, a gloomy face as pale as flour, and blood red lips was thrown into the room together with the window.

Li Zhixuan fell down straight.

For a cup of herbal tea, half of Li Zhixuan was poured, and the other half of that pretense.

Li Zhixuan opened his eyes, and what he saw was the pale and blood-red face of the pretending toy because of the wave of tea, which was even more horrible, and he almost held his breath for the second time.

Xie Rongjiao handed him a handkerchief, "Brother Li, don't be afraid, if you don't look at his face, you will perceive that he is a practitioner."

He specially added and emphasized: "Alive."

Holding the handkerchief, Li Zhixuan bravely took a few glances at the man half-covered, and found that apart from his unsightly red and white face, he didn't have any fangs or tongue, and he looked like a normal person.

His three souls and seven souls, which were about to fly to the sky, slowly returned to their positions.

Jiang Jingxing didn't ask the man anything, but just sealed the hole in his whole body to make sure that his little finger couldn't even bend, then he quickly looked away, thinking that looking at him too much would be ruthless to his own eyes Hurt, motioned Li Zhixuan to carry him back to his room.

Li Zhixuan wiped the tea leaves from his face, and said blankly: "Is there nothing wrong?"

Jiang Jingxing patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "Look at his current appearance, what can happen? If you don't take the opportunity to retaliate, there will be smoke from his ancestral grave. Young people, you need to exercise your courage. If you look more, you won't be afraid of ghosts and become a A good swordsman."

Li Zhixuan was so encouraged, he hurriedly carried the man back, and fell asleep facing that face with great heart.

Xie Rongjiao was in a complicated mood, he didn't know whether he should stop him or not.

Being afraid of ghosts for the sake of Li Zhixuan... is too exaggerated, let him go.

It is true that practitioners can meditate instead of sleep, but the qi in Xuanwu City cannot be said to have no effect on Xie Rongjiao. He felt slightly sleepy, and when he was about to fall asleep, he remembered something: "A person who pretends to be a ghost is a practitioner?"

According to the fortune teller, the City Lord's Mansion, the only one in the city that has practitioners, cannot get around this matter.

"That's right." Jiang Jingxing happily answered, "I was worried that I had no reason to visit, so they sent us to the door, and I happened to go to the City Lord's Mansion to take the opportunity to check."

In a sense, ghosts can be said to be very caring.

Xie Rongjiao stared at him for a moment.

He was speechless: "So, master, you are ostentatious in the street this afternoon, not only to inquire about the situation in Xuanwu City, but also to get the attention of those behind you, and then attack you?"

After all, if it was true as the waiter in the inn said, the intention of them breaking into Xuanwu City to inquire about the haunting was so clear that they were a group of outsiders. How could they be suspicious? If they were ordinary people, the ghosts might kill them tonight.

After the city lord's mansion dealt with it, it announced that the lives of outsiders leaving the city would be safe, and Xuanwu City was happy and harmonious again, but there was an extra strange incident for no reason.

Xie Rongjiao lowered his eyelashes and thought, how is the matter involved in Xuanwu City so important that it can make Jiang Jingxing worry about it?

Normally, the Xuanwu City Lord's Mansion should have disappeared long ago.