Ex-wife villain

"You've come, why don't you stay?"

Yan Changqing flicked his fingers, and the green lantern shook slightly. A small flame condensed in the air, suddenly became sharper and longer, and shot out in the blink of an eye.

The door to the house was broken open again.

The slender flame hit the young Taoist priest's back firmly.

The Taoist priest fell straight to the ground.

like a statue.

The flames instantly expanded with the force of a prairie fire, completely engulfing the Taoist priest's entire body. What was burned was not a skeleton, but a pile of paper ashes.

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

"It's a paper puppet, combined with the illusion of transformation."

Yan Changqing unscrewed the cork of the bottle and smelled the fragrance of the wine, then said with a smile, "Logically speaking, this guy's temperament is not so cautious. He probably suffered a loss on the road, so he didn't dare to show up in person."

Paper puppet?

The wonders of magic in the world opened Jiang Shouzhong's eyes.

Yan Changqing said: "His name is Feng Yichen, he is the chief disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain, and his cultivation level is acceptable. His appearance here means that Zhenxuan Mountain already knows about Hetu's recognition of the master, and your trouble is really coming. ”

Jiang Shouzhong was helpless.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, just like a shadow, it is the normal state of everything in the world.

Jiang Shouzhong picked up the hosta that had fine texture on the table, with a hesitant and sad expression.

"Li Guanshi didn't lie to you. This natal hairpin can only be used twice."

Yan Changqing said lightly, "The owner of the hairpin has tied your soul to it, so its perception is extremely keen. As long as it detects that someone has intentions towards you, it will definitely protect you."

Yan Changqing said with emotion: "Li Guanshi has accepted a powerful apprentice. He can cultivate and temper a natal sword that is so in line with the way of heaven. This can only show that this girl is born to be a swordsman."

"Then she..."

"Most likely dead."

Yan Changqing sighed, "The natal sword is the natal sword. Once it officially leaves its true body, it means that its owner has given up his life."

Jiang Shouzhong's hand holding the hosta trembled slightly.

Even someone as powerful as Sister Ye is dead. Those who attacked Anhe Village must have hidden experts.

What is the purpose of massacre of the other side?

Is it aimed at Sister Ye?

Or... Hong'er?

Jiang Shouzhong exhaled, gathered his thoughts, and asked Yan Changqing: "Mr. Yan, what do you think the woman's purpose was in giving me a snake?"

Yan Changqing said angrily: "I don't know. I told you to make your own judgment. If you think she has bad intentions, you can refuse. If you think the deal is a good deal, then accept the snake.

That snake demon is indeed very skilled. Although it will not obey your orders, it will indeed save your life at the critical moment. After all, you are now pregnant with Daomen Hetu, and you will encounter many crises in the future. It is impossible for me to protect you day and night.

But then again, this woman Li Guanshi never does loss-making business and is very mean to her apprentices, let alone you. "

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head, feeling very distressed.

He wanted to tell the other party about the Demon Lord, but he swallowed the words as they reached his lips.

"You make your own decision. I'll talk to that guy from Zhenxuanshan first. You don't need to worry."

Yan Changqing smiled lightly and said, "Since I promised that friend to find a suitable owner for Hetu, I will not let him go in the middle. Zhenxuan Mountain is certainly difficult to deal with, but I, Yan Changqing... am not a vegetarian."

After Yan Changqing left, Jiang Shouzhong came to the paper ashes and stared at them intently.

"paper man……"

-

Not far from the street, in an unknown small inn.

Feng Yichen, who was meditating in the room, suddenly opened his eyes. The blood on his face quickly faded, and he became frighteningly pale.

"I knew it! I knew it wouldn't go well!"

Feng Yichen stood up and paced back and forth in the room, cursing and saying, "Fortunately I used the paper man, otherwise I would have been stabbed again! How come this capital is full of dragons and tigers' dens, and I can't let you live!"

The young Taoist priest regretted it very much.

I regretted not letting my second uncle read the almanac when I went out.

"No, I have to leave here quickly, otherwise that bastard Sword Demon will come to my door and there won't even be anyone to collect the body."

Feng Yichen picked up the Heavenly Waterfall Sword and was about to leave.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight.

A figure appeared behind the young Taoist priest like a ghost and said with a smile: "The bastard is here."

Feng Yichen felt like he was struck by lightning.

The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, then he turned around and saluted, "The chief disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain's leader, the person initiated by the ancestor Xuan Ling, the three golden crow geniuses of Taoism, known as the Demon-Slaying Great Master in the world, and the direct descendant of the Pingyang Feng family. The eldest son, Feng Yichen has met Senior Sword Demon."

Yan Changqing smiled and said: "You have so many names, do you want to scare me to death?"

Feng Yichen's stiff cheeks immediately broke out into a chrysanthemum smile, and he waved his hands and said: "No way, no way, I'm just afraid that senior won't remember me, an unknown junior, and cause misunderstandings. After all, my third uncle and senior are considered close friends. "

The young Taoist priest threw out all the life-saving amulets he could.

"Hasn't your third uncle been expelled from Zhenxuan Mountain?"

The corners of Yan Changqing's mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

No matter which pot he didn't open, he couldn't lift it... Feng Yichen wanted to give himself a bad taste, and forced out an ugly smile, "In my heart, he is still my third uncle."

"He is more affectionate and righteous than your head teacher." Yan Changqing said sarcastically.

Feng Yichen just smiled dryly.

Yan Changqing glanced at the Heavenly Waterfall Sword behind the other party and said calmly: "No more nonsense. I will tell your master when I get back that I didn't find the Daomen River Map."

"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Feng Yichen plucked up the courage and said, "The Daomen River Picture is my Zhenxuan Mountain's most precious treasure, and it should be returned."

"I have recognized my master. His name is Jiang Mo."

"Without my Zhenxuanshan's recognition, it can't be considered as acknowledging the master."

"Oh? Is that so?" Yan Changqing stared coldly at Feng Yichen, who was sweating on his forehead, "I promised your third uncle that I would help the second half of "Tian Yuan River Atlas" find its companion. Since Yin The talisman has found its owner, and it is their decision for the yang talisman to choose to follow."

Feng Yichen gritted his teeth and said: "The third uncle has been expelled from the school. He cannot represent our Zhenxuan Mountain!"

boom!

The young Taoist priest was smashed against the wall and could not move.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Heavenly Waterfall Sword behind him buzzed, but he didn't dare to take it out of its sheath.

Yan Changqing sneered: "You, Zhenxuan Mountain, are just keeping the Duomen River Map for others, and after keeping it for a hundred years, you have become the master?"

Feng Yichen was brave enough at this moment, looking directly at Yan Changqing and said: "Since it is for safekeeping, it cannot be left in the hands of outsiders."

"Oh, are you able to keep it?"

Yan Changqing's face showed sarcasm, "How many years have you lost the upper part of the Tianyuan River album? Now that it has recognized its owner, you come here to pick peaches. Do you think you are very upright?"

Feng Yichen's face turned red and he couldn't refute.

He suddenly remembered something and gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Sword Demon, He Tu is right to recognize the master, but he has not yet received Tao Ancestor's enlightenment. Without Tao Ancestor's approval, the Yin and Yang Talisman Sword Spirit will not be able to leave the body in the future!"

"Daozu?"

Yan Changqing's eyes wandered and he frowned slightly, "Your third uncle did say this, but he didn't tell me the details."

Feng Yichen said in a deep voice: "To put it simply, it is to make Dao Ancestor's body react. Even the slightest reaction means that Dao Ancestor has recognized that Jiang Mo is the master of the Dao Sect River Map!"

Yan Changqing laughed dumbly, "Do you think it's possible to make the corpse react? Unless you use some tricks to deceive the corpse."

Feng Yichen said: "According to records, the Daomen River Map has had seven owners in total, and only two of them successfully obtained the enlightenment of Dao Ancestor's spiritual body. In the first one, Dao Ancestor's little finger on his left foot moved. In the second time, Dao Ancestor's eyebrows moved."

The more Yan Changqing listened, the more nonsense he got. He laughed and cursed, "You might as well let the corpse speak."

"This... is a bit embarrassing."

Feng Yichen smiled coquettishly, "If Jiang Mo really has the ability to make Daozu's corpse speak, I can eat a hundred pounds of Xiang."