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"You don't deserve to know." Shu Wucha replied lightly, "Get out."

The man got up, stumbled and fled in a hurry.

But there were still three people lying in the room, Lu Xiaochan squatted on the ground, and was about to reach for the sabers at their waists, but Shu Wuxia clasped Lu Xiaochan's hand and pulled him up.

"Don't touch messy things."

After finishing speaking, he also took "Qingye Falling into Xuantian" and dripped it on Lu Xiaochan's hand.

"I'm just curious about their swords. I've seen Jiang Wuchao's Minglan sword, and I've seen the sword of Qianqiu Palace Master, but the swords of these people seem to be different from theirs."

"The swords of these people are just ordinary mysterious swords. They have no aura at all. Jiang Wuchao's sword is already a real fairy sword, and the sword of the Lord Qianqiu is a spiritual sword."

It sounds like Shu Wuxia has a much better feeling for the Lord Qianqiu than Jiang Wuchao.

"Brother Wu Gap, do you know Palace Master Qianqiu?"

Although Lu Xiaochan had only spoken a few words to Mo Qianqiu, she felt a familiar affection, but she couldn't say why.

"Mo Qianqiu's spiritual foundation is profound and his talent is good. If he devotes himself to cultivating into the realm of great power, it will be sooner or later."

Asking Shu Wuxia to say good things about a person means that this person's talent is not "shangjia", but a rare one in a thousand years.

"Then where's your sword? I've never seen it before. Is it also a spirit sword?"

"No, my sword is the remains of an ancient spirit beast that recognizes its master. Forged by Yehua Yuanzun, it is the best sword in the world."

Lu Xiaochan savored the meaning of the word "to" carefully - "to" means the ultimate and the best, probably referring to the limit that human cultivation can achieve.

"Wait! My future fairy sword is also the remains of an ancient spirit beast! What about the ribs of Changyan! Is that my sword as well..."

Suddenly, Lu Xiaochan's forehead was flicked by Shu Wucha.

"Of course your sword is the ultimate sword, if Yehua Yuanzun casts it."

"...But, my cultivation..." Lu Xiaochan stretched out her finger and gestured, "It's just a little bit, can't it be controlled?"

"With me here, how could your cultivation base be so small."

After finishing speaking, Shu Wucha took Lu Xiaochan's hand and walked towards the outside of the house.

"Where are you going? The whole Pengcheng is deserted, there's nothing to do here!"

Together with Shu Wuxia, Lu Xiaochan has nothing to worry about, and she is not afraid of the Meng family in Pengyuan Mountain coming to make trouble.

But Pengcheng is more cold and boring than Lushu Town at night, Lu Xiaochan doesn't want to go out at all, she might as well stay in the house, propping her chin to see Shu Wuchi!

"They just vomited blood and fouled this room. Let's move to another room."

"it is good!"

Who knew that just after changing a room, Lu Xiaochan was about to discuss cultivation with Shu Wuchi when she heard a voice from outside.

It was the sound of walking, and there were quite a few people.

Lu Xiaochan thought about it, this is really serious, is the entire Meng family looking for trouble?

Although they are all mobs, it wouldn't be exciting even if they were all cleaned up!

Who knew, they stopped in front of the door, and the sound of kneeling down in unison sounded.

Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and blurted out: "What kind of drama is this?"

A clear male voice came from outside the door.

"I am Meng Ningsheng, the sword-wielder of Mount Pengyuan. I learned that there is an expert from the immortal sect here, and I am here to pay a visit!"

Only then did Lu Xiaochan understand, and she leaned towards Shu Wuxia and whispered, "It must be that the disciples of the Meng family are greedy for life and afraid of death, and plan to abandon their master! I'm here to ask you to help unlock the seal of death so that I can leave here!"

"No, they want me to save Meng Yuandao." Shu Wucha replied.

"Exactly. In the past, I sent my disciples to be rude to seniors because I was forced by my master. My master was coerced by evil spirits and lost his mind. I still hope that seniors will fight against demons and defend the way for the sake of the righteousness of the immortal sect." ! Help!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of several disciples kowtowing together.

Shu Wucha didn't react at all, just sat at the table and drank tea.

The sound of kowtowing has not stopped, Lu Xiaochan learned from experience, and thinks it is better to let other things go.If you manage it well, it will cause big trouble, and it will make Shu Wuxi unhappy.

But they kowtowed for almost an hour, and either Shu Wucha would help, or he would die here, very determined.

Lu Xiaochan guessed that the evil spirit that threatened Meng Yuandao should not be underestimated, it must be at the same level as the evil spirit of Hejia Village!

However, Lu Xiaochan's hearing was sharper than others, and the sound of his skull cracking made him feel irritable.

Lu Xiaochan kicked Shu Wuchi lightly under the table: "Didn't Kunwu cast immortal spells on me in the Tailing Pavilion? You should follow his example and just plug my ears with tea!"

Only then did Shu Wucha speak: "Don't kowtow any more."

The disciples of Peng Yuanshan finally calmed down.

"Are seniors willing to help?"

Before Shu Wucha could speak, Lu Xiaochan became impatient.

"You kowtow and kowtow here, the purpose is not to eliminate demons and defend the way, but to threaten us with the righteousness of the immortal sect. If you really have the heart, why would you help the tyrant and help your master to rob the virgin girl? It's time to fight to the death with that evil spirit for the sake of 'eliminating demons and defending Taoism' and 'immortal righteousness'! In the final analysis, isn't it just greed for life and fear of death!"

When Lu Xiaochan spoke like this, the people outside the door were speechless.

"That's your master! Knowing that there are evil spirits, you don't even have the courage to fight! Now that you have met us, you want to push us out as a shield. Isn't it too good to think? Get out! Get out! Get out! !"

Lu Xiaochan directly took the teacup and threw it on the door.

Outside the door, Meng Ningsheng's face was ashen. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

At this moment, a disciple behind Meng Ningsheng suddenly reached out and penetrated into his inner mansion, and seized his elixir!

Fortunately, Meng Ningsheng's reaction was quick, and he clasped the junior's wrist with his backhand, but he couldn't move, because even if he pulled his junior's hand out, his elixir would also be dragged out.

"Junior brother... you... when did you get possessed by an evil spirit..."

The other disciples panicked and retreated in a panic.

"Oh my god, the second brother is also possessed by an evil spirit!"

"Run quickly! We are not the opponents of evil spirits!"

Meng Ningsheng was sweating coldly, and was about to take out the saber at his waist, but his second junior brother also drew out the sword. Meng Ningsheng could only block his own sword back and put it on the saber of his junior brother, preventing him from drawing the sword.

The two were at a stalemate, and the rest of the juniors ran away.

Lu Xiaochan could see their aura through the wall, so she naturally understood what happened.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not mistaken! Isn't it just an evil spirit? Any disciple draws out his sword, forms a sword array, forces the evil spirit to leave his body, and even if it's useless, he can use his sword to chop off the second junior brother's arm, no Just protect Meng Ningsheng's alchemy!"

Shu Wucha nodded, but still didn't intend to make a move.

Meng Ningsheng was in unbearable pain, and blood dripped down.

His second junior brother's eyes were covered with a layer of black fog, and his voice was also hoarse and sinister.

"You want to deal with us! I want you to die!"

Lu Xiaochan took the cup in Shu Wuxi's hand, drank the tea, and approached Shu Wuxi again.

"I don't understand! Since the evil spirit knows that you are a senior expert, why does it want to attack you in front of you? Isn't this courting death? As soon as you make a move, it will die crookedly!"

Shu Wuxia raised his eyes, and filled Lu Xiaochan's cup on the table with tea.

"You really don't understand why?"

Lu Xiaochan smiled: "I'm not a fool, of course I understand! It must be that the evil spirit that threatened Meng Yuandao knew that there was an expert coming here, so he sent his low-level evil spirits to come and try to kill him, see Just how capable are you! Brother Wu Xia, do you want to make a move?"

"No need. The real Taoist sect is here."

Shu Wuxia's voice was very calm, but Lu Xiaochan knew that the person Shu Wuxia called "Xuanmen authentic" must be someone with impeccable cultivation and conduct.

Unknowingly, Lu Xiaochan felt the breath in her nose was cold, and even her skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

But even so, Lu Xiaochan didn't feel that he wanted to add clothes or warm up immediately, on the contrary, he felt that the chill made him feel comfortable.

He subconsciously turned his face to the side and looked out the window.

Under the moonlit night, frost flowers fell at some point.

They are crystal clear, eloquent, light and elegant.

Lu Xiaochan thought it was so beautiful, she left the table, ran to the window, and reached out to touch those frost flowers.

"It's so beautiful! But... how can there be frost flowers in this season?"

"If it's an ordinary frost flower, it's just a natural phenomenon, without aura, how can you see it?" Shu Wuxia said indifferently.

Lu Xiaochan blinked her eyes: "It turns out that these frost flowers are caused by spiritual energy! No wonder they are so beautiful! This person must have a very high level of cultivation!"

At this moment, the second junior brother behind Meng Ningsheng was covered with a thin layer of frost like a cicada's wings, each piece was only the size of a fingernail. As if all the muscles and bones of his body were stretched straight, a ball of black air spewed out from his mouth, and his eyes became clear again.

He found that his hand was inside his elder brother's body, his face turned pale with shock, he let go of his hand tremblingly, and carefully backed out from Meng Ningsheng's back.

Meng Ningsheng immediately stopped the bleeding, and sat down slowly against the wall.

At this time, Lu Xiaochan realized that the tiny frost flowers were one tiny sword formation after another.

He remembered that Shu Wuxia had told him that for a cultivator in the realm of taking advantage of the situation, the power of the sword array can reach as large as Kunpeng, and as small as dust.

This person's control over the power of the sword array has been meticulous, and it is not known whether it is him or the Qianqiu Palace Master.

Lu Xiaochan listened carefully, and heard someone walking slowly in the corridor, every step was leisurely, without a trace of dust rising from the ground.

"Eldest brother! Elder brother, are you okay? I didn't mean to!" The second junior brother came to Meng Ningsheng's side and held the bleeding wound for him.

The evil spirit suddenly rushed into the room where Lu Xiaochan was, and it faced Shu Wuchi face to face, probing desperately, revealing various hideous forms.

Shu Wuxia looked as usual, a light blue streak flashed on his forehead, like a brand mark, scorching the evil spirit hoarsely.

"...Tai Ling... the Great Purity Curse..."

The evil spirit was terrified and slammed into Lu Xiaochan who was beside him.

Lu Xiaochan remembered the method of urging the Danhai when Shu Wuxia taught him the one-leaf blindness technique before, the spiritual energy gathered at the fingertips, and the Tailing Qingyuan Mantra appeared in the air, the mantra became more and more clear, and the evil spirit was instantly burned into it in the body.

The evil spirits struggled violently, Lu Xiaochan's thought was suppressed, the mantra boiled, and it was refined in an instant.

Light blue dust drifted down.

Lu Xiaochan happily tugged on Shu Wuxia's sleeve beside her: "Brother Wuxia! Look quickly! I refined that evil spirit!"

Shu Wucha raised his hand and scraped Lu Xiaochan's cheek with his knuckles.

"You dare to kill the devil, let alone low-level evil spirits."

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend of the Tailing Pavilion, I'm sorry."

The cold voice came through the door, and Lu Xiaochan instantly thought of the image of the autumn leaves falling from the branches being frozen by the icy cold, which are two different feelings from Shu Wuxi's ethereal coldness.

Shu Wuxia put down his teacup, and said to Lu Xiaochan, "The frosty flowers in the sword formation should be Ye Linshuang, a member of Nanlijing Tianjianzong Miaochen who wields the sword."

"The next step is Ye Linshuang from Nanlijingtian, who was ordered by his family teacher to mediate the dispute between Pengyuan Mountain and Chenhuan Cave."

Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and became excited, and couldn't help shaking Shu Wuxi who was beside her: "Brother Wuxia! He is the sword under the Nanlijing Heavenly Throne! Is that the first sword sect in Nanlijing Tianxia?" That's him! He must be very powerful, right?"

Shu Wucha looked at Lu Xiaochan's excited look, and said, "Who is the best you said just now?"

Lu Xiaochan was frozen instantly.

"Of course not as good as you..."

The sound is as small as a mosquito humming.

But how can he not hear if his cultivation base is like frost at night.

"You two, I don't know if I can come in and visit."

Lu Xiaochan really wanted to clap his hands and say come in, but Shu Wuchi beside him didn't speak, and he didn't dare to speak.

The people outside the door didn't rush or rush, they just stood still and waited for Shu Wuxi's reply.

With this kind of patience alone, Lu Xiaochan knew that the other party's cultivation base was excellent.

"Come in." Shu Wucha finally put down the teacup.

The door was pushed open silently by a wave of spiritual energy, and a slender figure stood there with a sword clasped horizontally behind both hands, with a trace of strength all over his body.

The aura around him attached to his body, outlining his figure like a pine and cypress on a cliff, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but keep looking at him.

Suo Xianling raised her head, just passing Lu Xiaochan's eyes, Lu Xiaochan immediately reacted and almost knocked over the teacup.

It's over, Shu Wucha won't be unhappy if he stares at others for so long?

"I haven't seen it for a thousand years, but the cultivation of Linshuang Sword has improved a lot." Shu Wuxia said.

Ye Linshuang lowered her head in the direction of Shu Wuxia, the stretched back was smooth like a bowstring.

"Senior, since you've arrived in Pengcheng, why don't you go and see what is the evil spirit that is threatening Meng Yuandao?"

Courteous and restrained, but with a hint of arrogance.

Just listening to him talk, Lu Xiaochan admired him very much.

As expected of the sword held by Nanlijingtian, his cultivation level should be higher than that of the heads of all the Taoist sects under Nanlijingtian.

"I'm not interested in watching the excitement or meddling in other people's affairs." Shu Wucha replied.

"That's why the junior disturbed the senior."

Ye Linshuang didn't try to persuade her anymore, she just took three steps back and was about to turn around and leave.

The first time he saw Shu Wuxi, he knew that he was using a leaf-blocking technique, but he couldn't see through his true face with more than 500 years of cultivation, which meant that Shu Wuxia's cultivation was higher than his.

In this world, only the Sifang Sword Sect is left with a cultivation level higher than his own.

The person dressed as a scholar in front of him couldn't be his master Miao Chen, so only Hao Fu from Xiyuan Jingtian and Yang Cang from Wuwujingtian remained.

Judging from this scholar's demeanor, it is undoubtedly cold and desireless.

It's just... Yang Cang was lonely all his life, how could he bring a young man by his side?

But Ye Linshuang never cared about other people's affairs.

Lu Xiaochan looked up from time to time to peek at Ye Linshuang's back.

He carried the long sword behind him, and Lu Xiaochan could see the aura floating out of the scabbard, like a stream made of frost.

"Little Cicada." Shu Wucha's eyebrows frowned rarely.

"Oh..." Lu Xiaochan lowered her head and continued drinking her tea pitifully.

Although Ye Linshuang was not interested in the affairs of outsiders, since he entered the door, the young man's gaze never left him.

Outsiders were reluctant to get close to him because of his icy temperament, and some disciples with low cultivation bases didn't even dare to look at him more, but this young man looked at him yearningly, which actually made him a little more curious.

Ye Linshuang turned around rarely, and looked at Lu Xiaochan who kept her eyes up to peek at him even though her head was lowered.

"Little brother, I don't know why you keep looking down."

Lu Xiaochan's ears buzzed for a while, and her face immediately turned red.

Shu Wuxia's brows slightly raised.

Although it was only a little bit, even if no one else could notice it, Lu Xiaochan could see the fluctuation of the aura around Shu Wuxi.

"I'm not looking at you, I'm just looking at your sword." Lu Xiaochan quickly explained.

It's okay to look at people, but it doesn't matter to look at swords, right?

"My sword?"

Ye Linshuang backhanded and pulled the Linshuang sword out of the scabbard, and a pure white and flawless spiritual light overflowed, and the frost blossoms formed by themselves. Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and watched.

"Since you want to watch it, little brother, let's watch it."

Ye Linshuang didn't care, she held the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and lifted the tip of the sword with her left finger, and brought it to Lu Xiaochan.

"I..." Lu Xiaochan looked at Shu Wucha who was at the side.

Shu Wucha nodded: "Look."

Probably because Lu Xiaochan found out that he was interested in Linshuang Sword, not Ye Linshuang, the aura around him became as stable as a sea of ​​mirrors again.

Lu Xiaochan couldn't help reaching out to touch the blade of the Linshuang sword. Ye Linshuang wanted to stop it, but she was worried that Lu Xiaochan would be hurt by the coldness contained in the sword, but Lu Xiaochan's fingertips just touched it. , Linshuangjian's blade rippled faintly.

Ye Linshuang kept his expression on his face, but he knew in his heart that only a pure-minded cultivator, and one with a cultivation base of more than a thousand years, could merge with the aura of Linshuang Sword.

The young man just used Tai Ling Pavilion's great healing spell. Although the casting of the spell is a bit unfamiliar, the power of the healing spell is not weak.

With a thought in Ye Linshuang's mind, she suddenly understood.

"Xiaochan, it's time for you to return the sword to Yezhangjian." Shu Wuxia said.

"Okay. Ye Zhangjian." Lu Xiaochan got up and saluted in Ye Linshuang's direction, "Thank you for being so generous. Show me your Linshuang Sword."

"You're welcome." Ye Linshuang took the sword, turned and left.

With every step Ye Linshuang took, it was as if Han Ye was following behind him. The thin frost covering the whole room slowly disappeared and gradually warmed up.

Outside the house, Meng Ningsheng was helped up by his second junior brother, and he stumbled behind Ye Linshuang.

"It seems that they won't pester us anymore! Because Ye Linshuang will deal with the evil spirits for them!"

"You like Linshuang Sword very much?" Shu Wuxia asked.

Lu Xiaochan just wanted to nod and say he likes it, but then he thought about it, what if Shu Wuxia said "Since you like it, I'll bring you the Linshuang Sword"?

"So-so! I'm just curious if there are frost flowers on his sword. But no, the aura is very pure." Lu Xiaochan shrugged.

Immediately, he didn't know what to think of, and tugged on Wuxia's sleeves.

"Brother Wu Gap, where is your sword? Isn't your sword the spine of an ancient spirit beast? What kind of aura is it? Where is it? Is it because you want to keep a low profile and not be noticed? Hiding it in the Qiankun bag?"

"Its aura is too strong, you can't get close to it like the Frost Sword."

"why?"

"Because...you are special to me...my thoughts will also affect my sword. If I carry it with me, I must want to feel your aura all the time."

"That is to say, it will protect me like Brother Wuxia?"

"Yeah. It's not just for protection...it might want to devour your aura." Shu Wuxi took Lu Xiaochan's hand and stood up, "You should rest."

"I'm not sleepy. Why don't you tell me the story of how you subdued evil spirits?"

"My story of subduing evil spirits is the same. When encountering evil spirits, form a sword formation, refine and enter the sea of ​​pills."

"... But every evil spirit is different, and the reasons for being possessed by evil spirits are also different..."

"Little Cicada." Shu Wucha's voice suddenly became softer than before.

"what happened?"

"I'm a boring person, and I don't know how to tell funny stories to amuse you."

Shu Wuxia's eyelids drooped slightly, and Lu Xiaochan looked at him, although the aura around him was still strong, but seemed lost.

Lu Xiaochan reached out and pressed Shu Wuxia's forehead hard.

"You're boring, so I'll tell you interesting stories to make you happy!" Lu Xiaochan stretched her waist, "Let's go to bed, I guess we can sleep for two hours before dawn. .Leave here early and hurry to Yechuan!"

Lu Xiaochan sat on the edge of the couch, with her legs resting on Shu Wucha's.

Shu Wucha was not angry, he took off his shoes and socks for Lu Xiaochan by holding his ankle, and put them under the quilt.

"Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, arched towards Shu Wuxia, buried her head in the other's arms, sniffed the light dew of Qingye, and fell asleep.

The moonlight outside the window gradually darkened, and the night wind blowing into the window also carried a damp smell, as if something dark was about to press down from a high place, making people breathless.