I have inherited the supreme Taoism

"Pfft! Little pervert!"

Seeing Chen Xuan's appearance, the woman couldn't help laughing. She took a step forward, stepped on the old wooden table with her slender thighs, stretched out her slender fingers to lift Chen Xuan's chin, and looked back and forth twice. .

"Tsk, tsk! What a young and handsome boy. At first glance, he was deceived by Old Man Ye. Did that old guy even ask you for a drink?"

Chen Xuan wanted to wave his hands and explain, but was suppressed by the big weapon. He could only shake his head and said, "No, no, the village chief was very polite to me."

And the moment he turned his head, he saw the woman holding a black living thing in her other hand, twitching from time to time.

After taking a closer look, Chen Xuan exclaimed in his heart, "Damn it, isn't this Xiao Hei? How did he get caught?"

Xiao Hei seemed to sense Chen Xuan's presence, reluctantly opened his eyes and sent a message for help.

"Boss...save...save...me, this bitch is a cruel person."

The village chief, who heard the noise, pretended to have just woken up, yawned and walked out of the house.

"Ah~ Qinhuang, you are back. Nothing happened in the village."

"Hey, young man, why don't you sleep?"

Chen Xuan looked sideways, looked at the village chief asking for help, and secretly cursed in his heart that this old fox was really good at pretending.

The village chief also glanced back at Chen Xuan, telling him that he would take care of this small matter and would definitely rescue him.

He stepped forward to pull the two of them apart, straightened Chen Xuan's collar, and said apologetically, "Young man, I'm sorry, this is my granddaughter Ye Qinhuang. It's all because of the old man's neglect of discipline and his carefree personality, so it didn't hurt. You."

Turning around, he pulled Ye Qinhuang aside and complained, "You are already twenty years old this year. It's time to find you a husband. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. This guy is only sixteen years old." Come on, come and apologize to me."

"Oh!"

Ye Qinhuang threw the things in his hands on the table and sat next to Chen Xuan with a straight face.

"I'm sorry! Okay."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Sister Qinhuang is really a sweetheart."

Chen Xuan responded with a smile, while reaching out to hold Xiao Hei into his arms.

Naturally, this small gesture could not escape Ye Qinhuang's keen eyes. He raised his eyebrows, reached out and took off a hairpin from his head, and threw it on the table.

clang!

The hairpin was accurately inserted between Chen Xuan's fingers.

This frightened Chen Xuan so much that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly took his hand back. He was a little restless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Xiao Hei on the table saw that his master was deflated, so he didn't dare to make any noise, for fear of losing his life and continuing to lie dead.

Ye Qinhuang pulled out the hairpin, tied her hair again, and said calmly, "When I was patrolling the village, this little black bird was sneaking up on the tree and peeping. I usually never show mercy to monsters, but... It had a human scent on it, so I caught it, and the little thing was quite able to run away.”

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead."

He stretched out a slender finger and poked Xiao Hei who was lying there.

"Yes! It's not a monster running around. I'm its owner. I'm just afraid of scaring the villagers so I let it wait for me outside. Thank you Sister Qinhuang for not killing it."

Chen Xuan quickly hugged Xiao Hei into his arms and stuck them together, like a pair of brothers who had been separated for more than ten years.

...

After Ye Qinhuang briefly exchanged words with the village chief, he went back to his house to sleep. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and blow a kiss to Chen Xuan. This was a surprise and joy for a sixteen-year-old child... ...

The village chief was also about to leave, and Chen Xuan quickly came to his side, pulled him back to his seat, and expressed the questions in his heart.

"Village Chief, I don't see any fluctuations in spiritual power on Sister Qinhuang, but I can feel that she is very strong, so what kind of cultivation strength does she have?"

Hearing Chen Xuan's question, the village chief shook his head and said helplessly.

"It really can't be hidden from the eyes of you monks."

"Qinhuang girl has been very strong since she was a child. In terms of physical strength, she has reached the ninth level of a warrior in just one year since she started practicing. However, she has never been able to communicate with the spiritual power of heaven and earth. After that, she has been practicing swordsmanship until she is now twenty years old. age."

"I've been running around all these years, looking for many famous doctors, but I haven't been able to tell anything. Even the Master Sword Master in Tianjian State stooped to have a look, and the last reason given was just that the martial arteries were closed. Alas! This is pitiful. ’s child.”

"Later, she started to practice the epee. It is said that she can dance with the epee in one hand. Ordinary martial arts masters can't take her moves. I estimate that she can compete with people in the third level of military generals. She is also the strongest in our village. That’s it.”

When Chen Xuan saw the old man talking about Ye Qinhuang, his face was filled with sadness. He patted the village chief on the shoulder and comforted him, "Village chief, just relax. Sister Qinhuang's cultivation problems will definitely be solved in the future." fixed."

"Hey!"

The village chief sighed and stood up slowly, pointed to an empty room and said, "Young man, you can go and rest in the empty room next to it. Remember to blow out the candles."

"If you plan to go to Wanjian's funeral, you can ask that girl Qinhuang to go with you. There will be more protection for more people."

Then he turned around and returned to his house. Suddenly the whole room became silent, except for the sound of Xiao Hei's claws rubbing Chen Xuan's shoulders.

After sitting at the table for a while, Chen Xuan blew out the candles, walked into the empty room, and lay down on the bed.

The bed was small, only big enough for one person to sleep, but it was very comfortable, but Chen Xuan was not sleepy. He was full of infinite yearning for the Ten Thousand Swords Burial mentioned by the old village chief, whether it was to find a sword of his own or to cherish his memory. Martyr, he wants to go take a look.

In this way, he tossed and turned in bed all night until dawn...