Bone

In just one breath, the red shadow in the courtyard suddenly struck from far and near, and the next second, the icy silver tobacco rod reached his throat.

"..."

The thin blade of spiritual light stuck on the tree trunk at the side of the shoulder dissipated little by little, Qin Nianjiu's right hand hidden under the sleeve had already pinched the soul splitting formula in an instant, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and forced a smile, "... the city lord Good evening."

Gong Buwang stepped on a very thin branch and looked at him expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing that she asked "you", Qin Nianjiu was stunned for a while, and turned his eyes slightly, only to realize that Tan Fengyue who was standing beside him had disappeared, "..."

... Fengyue Patriarch, my day/your ancestor!

Seeing that he was speechless, Gong Buwang squeezed the cigarette rod in his hand a little bit more, "Answer."

"Cough..." Qin Nianjiu's throat was firmly pressed against him, his right hand was still holding on to the tactic, and his left hand was also clenched tightly on the black umbrella. He explained: "...This isn't, uh, I'm going to work tomorrow, I thought I'd go on tour first, get familiar with it, and then—"

The reason for this was off the mark, but Gong Buwang unexpectedly relieved a little bit of strength, raised his eyebrows slightly, and motioned for him to continue talking.

I found that although Gong Buwang was fierce, but once at the city gate, and the next time, she didn't directly kill her, and there was always room for people to explain, as if it was reasonable... Qin Nianjiu's thoughts changed sharply, I bought it stupidly, "Then I suddenly saw aura all over the sky, and I thought there was something wrong with the formation, so I chased after it, oh, it turned out to be the palace lady... the palace city master is practicing kung fu."

After getting along with Sanjiu for a long time, he didn't have nothing to gain. He imitated Sanjiu's way of praising him as a fairy king to praise the palace. , Xinchi--"

Is he still a know-it-all?Gong Buwang became a little interested, and raised his red lips, "Oh? Then practice?"

"—Fantastic... huh?" Qin Nianjiu's nonsense was interrupted, "...What are you practicing?"

Gong Buwang didn't answer him, turned the cigarette stick in his hand lightly, hooked Qin Nianjiu's front collar instead, and pulled him forward fiercely.Qin Nianjiu felt his feet slip away, the foreground blurred, and the wind whistled in his ears, and when he stood still, he was already in the other courtyard.

There are plum blossoms planted all over the other courtyard. Although it is not the twelfth lunar month, the branches are full of flowers. The falling spiritual light accumulates on the branches, and it really becomes a scene of snowy plums.

But right now is not the time to enjoy the scenery, as soon as Fang landed, Gong Buwang let go of him, lightly leaped back a certain distance, and stretched out one hand, "Come on, try a trick."

...Does this mean that you want to fight him?Qin Nianjiu groaned secretly in his heart. If he had known earlier, it would be better to say that he came here on the snow to find plums, and he didn't know where the heartless ancestor escaped... "No, the city lord——"

Before he could finish speaking, Gong Buwang pointed his toes and jumped up, the spiritual light gathered all over the sky in an instant, gathered on the "sword" in her hand, and stabbed Qin Nianjiu with all his strength!

Qin Nianjiu's eyes and pupils shrank slightly, his body reacted before his brain, and he took a half step sideways, raised his umbrella and slashed across - the black umbrella full of resentment blocked the piercing smoke rod, and let out " There was a muffled sound, and the two repulsive forces clashed, making it difficult to separate them for a moment.He flipped his wrist over, the umbrella body was lifted over the cigarette rod, the tip of the umbrella pointed directly at the numb point at the bend of Gong Buwang's hand, and he pulled it away as far as it could go.

——This trick, he actually won.Qin Nianjiu stopped the momentum and said sincerely: "City Lord, I think we should not..."

One move was demolished, Gong Buwang frowned slightly, but the interest in his heart became stronger, "Come again!"

Why is no one willing to listen to him finish it!In the blink of an eye, several silver lights struck again, Qin Nianjiu had no choice but to hold up an umbrella to defend, "No..."

As soon as he lost a move, Gong Buwang became a little more serious this time, raised his arm and swiped the cigarette stick in his hand upwards, and the "Silver Sword" overflowing with light split into ten handles in an instant, facing Qin Nianjiu at tricky angles. Throat, shoulders, hand bend, dantian, leg bend, back thrust, but Qin Nianjiu only blocked the one that hit his throat.

There was another "click", and the black umbrella effectively blocked the silver "sword", and the remaining sword blades disappeared in response.Gong Buwang looked slightly surprised, and when he regained his composure, Qin Nianjiu had already dodged behind her, and the black umbrella in his hand was also on the back of her head.

——she lost again!

"Hey, let me tell you," Qin Nianjiu coughed in embarrassment, not knowing why he had to explain to her, "... No matter how true the illusion technique is, even if you transform thousands of 'swords', the real There is still only one 'sword', and the rest are used to confuse the enemy... If it were me, I wouldn't use a real sword to stab someone's vitals—”

Wouldn't it be better to use the phantom sword to attack someone's vital points, and use the real sword to break the situation?

"..." After losing two tricks in a row, he was reminded. Although Gong Buwang's expression did not change, he still had the same cold and arrogant look with his chin slightly raised, but his cheeks were slightly red, and the cigarette stick in his hand was horizontal, " Come again!"

……

Qin Nianjiu had no choice but to accompany him as a training partner, but he gradually became fascinated after the fight, but after a hundred moves, the excitement turned to a little worry—although no matter how Gong Buwang made moves, he could always find the broken one. But at the same time, no matter how he moves, Gong Buwang will be able to defend against it, and even guess his next change of move, so in the end, the outcome is hard to tell.

This is just a competition, and both of them adhere to the principle of going to the end. If it is true, it is really hard to say that the enemy is invincible... It seems that the ancestor who killed a thousand swords was right, this palace is not Luang is indeed unfathomable and should not be underestimated - he was distracted for a moment, but Gong Buwang caught him, and the silver pipe in his hand pressed against his throat again.

I have been bored in Qingyuan for so many years, accompanied by some souls who have been banned, it is rare to meet an opponent who is evenly matched, and can talk and laugh. It is indeed a long time since I have had such fun.Gong Bu raised the corners of his mouth in an unobtrusive manner, and withdrew his hand, "You lost again. One hundred to eighty, I win you."

"...Ah, um." Qin Nianjiu quickly regained his composure, stopped his hands and stood still, "It was the palace girl who won."

Gong Buwang seemed to be in a good mood, and raised his eyebrows, "Your cultivation level is not shallow, you were not from the sect when you were alive?"

It could be heard that she was just asking casually, but the word "Zongmen people" was unconsciously emphasized, as if there was some hatred and murderous intent that she didn't even notice.

"No, no——" Qin Nianjiu repeatedly waved his hands to deny, and suddenly realized that she had said "before his death", he was taken aback immediately, and became extremely vigilant, "You..."

"What about me?" Gong Buwang held the cigarette stick, leaned forward slightly, and took a closer look at him. "Aren't you a ghost?" I'm afraid..."

She originally wanted to say, "I'm afraid I didn't get rid of ghosts when I was alive", but something flicked her mind, causing her eyes to be blank for a moment, and when she regained consciousness, she had forgotten what she wanted to say, but it was natural Continuing with another sentence, "Fortunately, you happened to be in Qingyuan, otherwise there would be no room for you in this world."

"...Well, it's a good thing that the palace girl took me in." Qin Nianjiu responded, but he didn't ignore her abnormal state just now, and saw her look him up and down, and commented, "The root bone is not good, it is true. Unlike Zongmen people... um, your clothes were woven by Qinyuan?"

The body he used was that of Chen Wenyu's, of course the bones are not good--wait a minute, did she just mention Qinyuan? !Isn't she an "unconscious" who doesn't remember the past?Qin Nianjiu was agitated, and hurriedly said, "Miss, do you still know about Qinyuan?"

"It's my own garden, why don't I know." Having played a game and familiarized him a lot, Gong Buwang gave him a strange look, pretending that he had never seen the world, and explained to him condescendingly, "Qinyuan is Qingyuan. In the cloth workshop of Yuan’s subordinates, they made all my clothes before I was 12 years old. Is this yours for sale? Look at the weaving method, it’s not as good as the ones I used to wear.”

... rich beauty, rich beauty.Qin Nianjiu caught the wrong focus and asked, "...Why before the age of 12?"

Gong Buwang stood with arms folded, and blurted out: "It's because of me—"

...Because of her?Her eyes were suddenly blank, and when she woke up to speak again, she skipped the topic just now, raised her eyebrows and smiled and said: "Xu time is approaching, I should rest. Will we call again at you tomorrow?"

A total of two times, she skipped the words with blank eyes, could it be that she would unconsciously avoid some topics related to her own past life, so as to avoid the fact that she was dead?Qin Nianjiu had a vague guess in his mind, he nodded in agreement first, and then asked tentatively: "The silver cigarette rod that the girl uses is a spiritual weapon, does it have a name?"

He deliberately bit down on the word "Yeyin", but Gong Buwang did not deny it, and generously handed him the long tobacco rod, letting him take a closer look, "Of course there are, called 'Wujue'."

"..." Qin Nianjiu's gaze, which was looking at the tobacco rod, paused, then slowly moved to Gong Buwang's face, "... Wujue?"

How could she say these two words directly? ... No, why did she name this thing Wujue?

With the same pronunciation but different words, Gong Buwang didn't hear the difference, and nodded slightly, "This love will last forever, without end."

Obviously it is "this hatred will last forever"...how come it is like the ancestor who killed a thousand swords, and he gave some strange names to the spiritual weapon.Qin Nianjiu slandered in his heart, did not point out her fault, but only took a step closer to test: "So, the girl is waiting for someone she likes?"

After Gong Buwang heard the question, a blush flashed across his cold and proud face, and he subconsciously said "No" quickly, and then his eyes became blank again.

It's just that this time she didn't skip the question directly, but seemed to be fighting with herself, and seemed to be thinking hard, and said in a dazed and difficult way: "...is... an important person..."

After answering one sentence, her eyes lit up, she skipped the conversation just now, and raised her beautifully curved chin slightly, "Your cultivation base is not shallow, and your skills are good, but the black umbrella you used is really shabby. Day should call me teacher—”

... who?Her eyes fell into emptiness again, and her mind seemed to be run over by a grinding wheel. When she woke up again, she even forgot the long conversation just now, and said with great interest: "Xu time is approaching, I should rest. About Do you want to fight again tomorrow at You?"

"..."

Qin Nianjiu had no choice but to answer again, "...OK."

There were two people when they came, and he was the only one left when he returned.Qin Nianjiu walked alone in the dark on the path down the mountain, hating the runaway ancestor so much that his teeth itch, he took a black umbrella and slapped the branches on both sides of the path indiscriminately, as if he was talking about Fengyue, muttering Scolding, "...one with a handle to "break your heart" and speak coldly, and the other with a stick with a stick to say "Wujue", repeating the same thing three times, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp! ... and say something in a high-sounding way, 'Don't talk about protecting me Zhou Quan, it’s no problem to help me'...you’re a liar! If something happens, you can run faster than a dog!"

While cursing, a silver fan was tapped on the shoulder suddenly, it was Tan Fengyue who followed behind him at some point, "When did I run faster than Tianzun?"

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

Before it was too late, the cold-faced patriarch added sullenly, "I see you guys are having a good time."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

He was full of anger and didn't know how to pour it out. He jumped up and wanted to beat Fengyue, but he heard the ancestor who killed a thousand knives cough lightly, "Thanks to Tianzun holding Gong Buwang, I was able to sneak in." Don't be fooled."

...Okay, at least he left himself to do business.Qin Nianjiu's heart extinguished slightly, and he fell back to the ground. He said with a smile on his face, "Oh? I don't know what the ancestor found?"

Tan Fengyue just saw this ghost throwing fire with a roadside branch and found it funny, so she followed him halfway silently, listening to him swearing, and besides herself, she also said a lot of things related to Gong Buwang ...He tapped his palm lightly with the silver fan, and said in a leisurely manner: "Tianzun has been fighting with her for more than an hour, so he probably knows a lot about her, so let's ask Tianzun to tell you what he found out first."

How strange is this old ancestor's tone... Qin Nianjiu gave him a strange look, and then told him in detail about the abnormality he discovered just now, and then said impatiently: "...That's it. How about it, old ancestor What about the discovery?"

Tan Fengyue slowly shook the silver fan, "Everything is normal, but a girl lives in the pavilion."

Qin Nianjiu who was waiting with bated breath: "..."

In time, he held down the ghost that was about to explode again, Tan Fengyue coughed again, took a break from teasing him, and said seriously: "It is true that everything in Buwang Pavilion is normal, there are only some account books that record the goods. With the seal of "Palace", it seems that she is indeed the Lord of Qingyuan City—but there is a secret room underground. The secret room is very well hidden, and the secret door is almost rusted to death. At least there should be no one in the past 60 years I went in. I checked it carefully, and there was spider dust everywhere, except for some scattered manuscripts.”

Qin Nianjiu frowned, "Manuscript? What's the content?"

When the question came to an important point, Tan Fengyue took out a stack of manuscript paper from her sleeve and handed it to him, "It seems to memorize some complicated spells, I don't quite understand it."

... Can't even understand this old ancestor?Qin Nianjiu lit Cong Xiaohuo with "Making something out of nothing" and fixed it in the air, and looked through the stacks of manuscript papers suspiciously.

Zhang Zhang's yellow and brittle manuscript paper has been simply cleaned by Tan Fengyue. There is no dust on it, but there are still many holes pierced by small insects. The handwriting is also messy, like graffiti. Obscure content becomes increasingly difficult to discern.

"It's really like some spells--I don't recognize this one, I don't recognize this one... This sentence seems to be evocative, and there is another piece missing... I don't recognize this one either... What kind of doggy words are written here!" Qin Nianjiu turned the pages and read them word by word, frowning more and more, tried to explain a few words, but finally gave up, guessing nonsense: "Could it be some forbidden technique?"

Forbidden?Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows, "Didn't you say that you were a treacherous evil cultivator in your lifetime? Since you are an evil cultivator, you should have something to do with forbidden arts, and then try to recognize it—or is it that Tianzun was not good at learning arts in his lifetime? "

"..." It has nothing to do with righteousness or evil, but anyone who cultivates Tao hates to hear the words "not good at learning". Qin Nianjiu gave him a slightly aggrieved look, and defended himself: "This is written without beginning and end. Yes, not even a sentence can form a sequence of..."

He suddenly realized, and immediately lowered his head and rearranged the order of the manuscript paper in his hand from oldest to oldest, and then combined the sentences connected from beginning to end on the pages, and it turned out to be much smoother and clearer.

"Let me take a look..." He read it again, and found that most of the above words were still unfamiliar and difficult, so he could barely make out a few sentences, "...Ah, this sentence is indeed used for calling back souls, what are you doing so complicated? ...This is...forged soul?"

The paper is full of "gou crawling characters", which become more and more scribbled at the end, and it is really impossible to distinguish them.He returned the manuscript paper to Tan Fengyue a little frustrated, and was about to admit that he was really not good at learning, but he saw that Tan Fengyue was frowning and thinking, obviously he had a deduction.

"Calling souls, casting souls...will avoid topics about their own death..."

The flames on the side danced, reflecting the figures on the ground in pairs, Tan Fengyue muttered to herself, "Could it be that this palace is not pretentious, it is 'unconsciousness' cast by people using forbidden techniques?"