Martial Arts: Gain a Jiazi internal force at the beginning!

Chapter 7 Leave a thought [Happy Dragon Boat Festival~]

If you think about it carefully, isn't this the case in the Wuxin Ghost Mansion?

Specially looking for those extremely vicious people, leading them into the ghost mansion, and never leaving them for the rest of their lives.

Isn't it just a prison?
But after thinking for a while, Ye Jingshuang still said:
"Although the young master's words are good, this Wuxin Ghost Mansion is always dreadful.

"They have assembled a group of monsters and ghosts, and the master of the ghost mansion is even more powerful in martial arts, deterring the crowd of evil spirits.

"If this group of people really changes...it's unimaginable."

Jiang Ran nodded, feeling that this Wuxin Ghost Mansion is a good place.

It is simply the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord.

If I have a chance to go there... maybe I'll be fine if I'm close to death.

But this matter is too far away after all, Jiang Ran didn't get entangled in it, and asked instead:
"Then what does this unintentional order mean?"

"This... is the token of reception from the Wuxin Ghost Mansion."

Ye Jingshuang looked at the Wuxin Token in his hand, with an ugly expression on his face:
"The token that Palace Master Wuxin took from that devil back then was the Wuxin Token.

"It is said that if the Wuxin Ghost Mansion wants to lure those devils into the mansion, it will take out a Wuxin Token as a proof of identity.

"Afterwards, the person who received the order went with the person who received the order, and since then he has not been heard of in Jianghu.

"And these things have been spread one after another over the years.

"I heard that some people have witnessed the scene where Wuxin Ghost Mansion welcomes people with their own eyes.

"But it's hard to tell whether it's true or not.

"However, it may not be without reason..."

"I see."

After hearing these words, Jiang Ran understood why Ye Jingshuang's face changed drastically after hearing the Wuxin order.

According to this statement, those who received the Wuxin Order will be directly led to the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.

And Zhang Dongxuan, as the head of the Tianwangzhai in the past, after the Tianwangzhai was broken, he should also be eligible to be led to the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there is an unintentional token on him.

Over the years, he has disappeared without a trace, most likely enjoying a moment of peace in the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.

But the strange thing is, if he really went to the Wuxin Ghost Mansion, how could he come out?
Seventy years ago, countless people witnessed what happened to the devil after he came out of the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.

How dare Zhang Dongxuan escape from the ghost house privately?
Isn't he afraid of being gouged out by the Palace Master?

"So Ms. Ye suspects that what happened to your Ye family came from the Wuxin Ghost Mansion?"

Jiang Ran said thoughtfully, if the palace lord ordered them to act like this, he would naturally not worry about being punished afterwards.

Ye Jingshuang nodded slightly, with a dignified expression:

"Although I have doubts, I dare not make a final decision.

"However, in this case, we may not be able to stay here any longer.

"My lord, I have to go to the Cangzhou Mansion as soon as possible, and find my family friend to clarify this matter.

"If Wuxin Ghost Mansion really wants to make a difference, then the matter of my Ye family may just be the beginning.

"Spreading the whole story of this incident earlier will also allow more fellow Jianghu people to take precautions in advance."

Jiang Ran nodded and looked outside the temple.

Now it's just midnight, and it seems that the rain will still fall, so he said softly:
"Miss Ye, how is your injury? Can you still go on your way?"

"can."

Ye Jingshuang nodded immediately.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran said nothing more: "Then let's leave now."

I tidied up my things and put on my clothes again. Although it wasn't completely dry, I could only make ends meet.

He carried the burden on his back again, and extinguished the few remaining flames.

In the end, Zhang Dongxuan's head was beheaded, and Zhang Dongxuan was wrapped in black clothes on the spot, and held in his hand.

Then he looked at the headless corpse, and after pondering for a moment, he took out a bottle from his bag, opened it, and evenly sprinkled the powder inside on the corpse.

Ye Jingshuang looked at this scene and couldn't help asking:

"Young master... you are?"

"Keep it in mind."

Jiang Ran smiled slightly, and Ye Jingshuang was stunned.

The two of them set off immediately, leaving the ruined temple and heading north.

It took about a stick of incense for the two of them to leave.

Two more people came through the wind in the night.

Exercising lightness kung fu and striding forward was a big monk with a full face, a tall figure, and a crescent shovel in his hand.

A pair of eyes are like copper bells, looking around, showing a fierce light.

There was another person squatting on his shoulders. This person was short in stature and also dressed in black. Even his face was wrapped in black cloth strips, only his eyes and nostrils were exposed.

Suddenly the great monk stopped and looked up at the ruined temple:
"Hey, there is a temple here?"

The masked man on his shoulder raised his nose and looked up at the ruined temple:

"Jang Dong-hyun was inside, and I smelled him.

"Well, there is still blood..."

"That guy is indeed chasing this way, is there any accident?"

The monk frowned slightly.

"Hey, Ye Jingshuang is already at the end of his strength, and Zhang Dongxuan's kung fu in the Black Sha Wuji hand is not fake...how could something go wrong?"

There was a glint in the masked man's eyes.

The great monk nodded: "That's true...and Zhang Dongxuan's gangster has profound internal skills, and his pair of iron palms can open mountains and crack rocks. Even if something unexpected happens, he may not be the one who suffers."

"exactly."

The masked man chuckled:
"Could it be that he was lazy here after killing the little girl of the Ye family? Let's go over and scare him!"

"go!"

Hearing this, the great monk took big steps without hesitation, and within a few steps he was already outside the temple gate.

Inside the ruined temple, there was no fire at this time.

But the two great monks are extraordinary people, they have sharp eyes and ears, standing outside the temple gate, looking closely, they saw a dead body lying in the temple.

I was taken aback for a moment.

Immediately, the monk stepped forward quickly, and the short masked man flew straight up to the roof.

He was worried that someone would ambush above the beam.

The great monk rushed to the corpse and took a look:
"It's Zhang Dongxuan. He has fought several times in the house. His iron palms can't escape the eyes of Sajia.

"Grandma, why is this thief so useless?

"Can't even hold a seriously injured girl?

"Instead, someone cut off his head!"

"There is no one on the beam."

The masked man squatted on the beam of the ruined temple, stretched his nose and sniffed:
"The smell of blood, roast chicken... strong alcohol.

"A man's body odor, a woman's scent like orchids, well, this should be Ye Jingshuang!
"In this ruined temple, there was a man at that time... The problem should be here."

At this point, he frowned slightly: "However, why is there still a faint smell of medicine?"

Immediately search everywhere for the source of this smell.

The great monk scratched his head again:

"How did this piece of Dongxuan die, with so little blood, he was beheaded after death.

"Ha... the coat was ripped off, it's really embarrassing."

While talking, he used the hand that was not holding the crescent shovel to pull away Zhang Dongxuan's inner collar.

This move is to verify why Zhang Dongxuan died.

Corpses often reveal a lot of information, and the wounds caused by swords, fists, and palms can all be seen from the state of the wounds to a certain extent.

But just as he took off Zhang Dongxuan's collar, he heard the man above his head exclaim:
"No, don't touch the corpse, someone tampered with his corpse!!"

"what?"

The great monk's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his hands, but it was already too late.

In the palm, a wisp of purple-black air is spreading along the meridians.

"What kind of poison is this!?"

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ps: I'm so confused... I just posted a happy Mid-Autumn Festival... Happy Dragon Boat Festival~~~
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