Beauty crowns the world [Rebirth]

Chapter 4 Wanshan is popular ([-])

The attic space at the top of the tower was narrow, and Jiang Qihe was forced by Shen Wang to almost fall out of the window, and then he was pulled back by this man with a strong force, and was hooped in a corner.

Shen Wang held the dry mountain jade in his hand, and a talisman paper in his other hand.The penmanship on the talisman paper is ancient and complicated, which is probably used by the Wu people to restrain their souls when they made human puppets.

From his movements, it is not difficult to decipher what the humanoid puppet was in the past—the unscattered soul was bound with talisman paper, injected into the dry mountain jade, and then shaped into a body for the master to drive.

"Hey, am I going to be the first humanoid puppet after the extinction of the Wu Clan?" Jiang Qihe mocked him.

Shen Wang stared at where he was: "Qi He, you have to trust me, I will not use this to manipulate you."

"Why should I believe you?" Jiang Qihe sneered, his fingertips swayed slightly, and the dark light kept gathering. When the slap was big, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Shen Zhuan on the forehead.

The power of the void.

Although he really didn't want to bear the backlash brought by this thing, Jiang Qihe had no choice but to use it.

Shen Wang was slapped and flew to the other side of the attic. When Jiang Qihe raised his hand and was about to strike the second palm, he noticed a person approaching quickly from outside the tower.

The man outside the pagoda was dressed in Jiqing robes, with a silver line on the back depicting a crane about to fly, white hair fluttering, and frost and snow between his eyebrows.

He came aggressively, but when he landed on the corridor, he gently placed the three jars of wine in his hands on the ground, his movements were so careful and gentle that he didn't make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Guang flew out from his heart, and a snow-white heavy sword landed in his hand.

Lu Yun pursed his lips deeply and kicked open the closed door of the attic, then swung his sword and pointed at Shen Lu's wrist.

In an instant, the room was brightly lit, like the sun in the early morning.

The piercing sword intent was rushing like a torrent, and Jiang Qihe couldn't dodge it in time, but what he didn't expect was that when Lu Yunshen's sword intent touched him, it became soft and soft, as if flowing through a pool of warm spring.

Then Lu Yunshen did something that shocked Jiang Qihe even more.

He snatched the talisman paper from Shen Hua's hand with a blank expression, held the talisman in his palm and wiped it on the blade of the sword, the moment blood gushed out, he suddenly raised the sword.

The bloody rune rose behind Lu Yunshen, and as he swung the sword diagonally, it fell from the top of Shen Zhuan's head.

——The Cage of Blood.

This is an extremely vicious restraint technique, through the medium of any talisman paper and blood, it deprives the body of the person receiving it little by little.

Jiang Qihe found it difficult to find a word to describe Lu Yunshen at this time.

The dark red runes in the bottom of the man's eyes flowed, and the brilliance wrapped around his body was sharp and cold, and thin ice condensed everywhere he stepped. As the corners of his clothes rose and fell, Jiang Qihe saw the white crane in the blood-colored light, stretching its neck and making a long cry .

But he soon realized that it was not the cry of the crane, but that he resonated with the Kurong sword again.

What the hell is this?Why do you always resonate with other people's natal sword?He is still not Jiang Qihe!

Jiang Qihe frowned, feeling a little irritable, but Lu Yunshen next to him seemed to have sensed his emotions, and turned his head to look over.

At this moment, the frost in his eyes receded, and he returned to the appearance of a wet wolf cub.

"Ahe." Lu Yunshen called softly.

"You can still give people nicknames." Jiang Qihe rolled his eyes and straightened his wrinkled sleeves just now.

Lu Yunshen held the sword in one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards him, "Ahe, come here."

"I can even speak quickly." Jiang Qihe didn't move, leaning against the wall, his tone was as casual as usual.

The white-haired boy lowered his eyes, jumped up on the spot, and slashed at the person trapped in the blood cage from bottom to top.Shen Wang drew out the sword with calm eyes, the speed was quite fast, the two blades met, there was only a bang, the roof was overturned by the air wave, and the four walls turned into ashes and disappeared.

In an instant, the sun was pouring down on his body, Jiang Qihe frowned, Lu Yunshen had put away his sword and came to him, and handed him his sleeve.

The blue, crumpled, and dripping sleeves still smelled of alcohol.

"What did you do last night?" Jiang Qihe swallowed what he was about to blurt out, and replaced it with this sentence.

"I'll find you some wine." The white-haired boy said in a low voice, and stretched out his sleeve a few inches, "Don't be disgusted, just cover it up first."

He knew that the soul couldn't bear the yang energy, and his tone was pleading.

Jiang Qihe glanced at him angrily, then shrunk himself down, and got into Lu Yunshen's sleeve.

The white-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued to face Shen Wang.

The latter's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and his eyes were full of probing. After his eyes lingered on Lu Yunshen's hair and epee several times, he showed a look of disbelief.

On that side, Uncle Jiang thought that the sleeves were too loose and the fabric was too smooth, so it was not easy to hang himself, so he simply climbed up Lu Yunshen's arm, all the way to his shoulder, and stuffed himself into the depression of Master Lu's collarbone.

He sat down firmly, and said rather dissatisfied: "Xiaobai, are you too thin, your bones hurt."

Master Lu, who froze in place and didn't dare to move, with only trembling eyelashes all over his body: "..."

"I'm not thin." After a while, the white-haired boy turned his face away uncomfortably.

"I said you're too skinny because you're too..."

There was a look of cruelty in Shen Du's eyes, the long sword was turned over in his hand, the light flashed away, and the wave of air that was raised interrupted Jiang Qihe's unfinished words.

It was too late to say that, Shen Wang had already broken through the blood cage, and the second sword followed closely.

Because Uncle Jiang was sitting on top of him, Lu Yunshen did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He swung his wrist over the epee to block the blow, and then rolled over on his side and landed on the lawn under the tower.

In the blink of an eye, he didn't forget to take down the wine for Jiang Qihe along the way.

Jiang Qihe glanced at the three jars silently, and said earnestly: "Shen Wang, after all, he is the head of a faction, and he still has some real skills. Don't underestimate the enemy."

"...I didn't underestimate the enemy."

"Say you are still wronged?"

The white-haired boy let out a small "oh", turned sideways suddenly when the sword energy was rushing straight, spun half a circle with the tip of the sword, raised the sword with both hands, and jumped up with knees bent.

"I didn't expect the owner of Xuanjian Villa, Master Lu, to become like this." Shen Wang avoided a sword and said in a deep voice.

Lu Yunshen ignored these words, his eyes turned cold when he raised his head, the snow-white epee pointed towards the sky, and the moment it fell, he was already in front of Shen Wang, and the sword blade slammed hard, kicking up a torrent of dust, shaking the tower in front of him to the point of falling.

Shen Wang reluctantly avoided it, but still avoided it.

"Look, you still say you didn't underestimate the enemy?" Jiang Qihe spoke slowly, his voice brushing past Lu Yunshen's chin before entering his ears.

This person changed from sitting to lying down, and he was not polite at all.

"Xiaobai, you are no better than before. If you want to beat him, you need to work hard." Uncle Jiang said again.

Lu Yunshen raced against the clock to keep silent for a while, dodging the sword swung by Shen Wang, tilted his head and asked, "Once upon a time?"

"One day, you will remember." Jiang Qihe's tone was unpredictable.

What was Master Lu like before?Sorry, he is really not very clear.

"Jiang Qihe!" Accompanied by the bright and scorching sword light, Shen Zhu shouted loudly, his eyes fixed on the position where Jiang Qihe's voice came from, his canthus was tearing apart, almost bleeding, "This is what you don't want The reason for returning to the capital with me?"

Sitting intimately on top of others, talking as if no one else was there, Shen Wang couldn't bear Jiang Qihe's actions, so he jumped up on the spot, flashed in front of Lu Yunshen, and stabbed him in the chest.

Lu Yunshen turned around to dodge, the wide sleeves twirled and bloomed into flowers, and then a cold light appeared in the flowers, Lu Yunshen took advantage of the momentum to come behind Shen Wang, and slashed at the back of the man with his horizontal sword.

Jiang Qihe's eyelids twitched, and before he could shout out the reminder, a crisis had arisen behind Lu Yunshen, and three or four sword flowers exploded one after another, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

boom--

The silver-white snow-like crane on Ji Qing's robe was gouged out, and the young man's white back was ripped apart, and the grass was stained red with drops of blood.

"The move just now was a false move, to lure you." Jiang Qihe said while digging into Lu Yunshen's back, "Sure enough, the old man who has lived 500 years longer is very difficult to deal with, let's retreat first..."

Before he finished speaking, the bulging clothes were pressed down by a finger, pressing over his head.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Qihe said angrily.

The white-haired boy staggered back a few steps, using his sword to prop himself up.He tilted his head towards Jiang Qihe, his eyes drooped slightly, and his long black eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes.

Jiang Qihe poked his head out from Lu Yunshen's neckline, just in time to see his eyelashes blink.

"Ah He." Lu Yunshen's tone was very wronged, "I hurt."

"A person who is seven or eight hundred years old still has the face to act like a baby?" Jiang Qihe rolled his eyes at him, retracted his head, and picked up the conversation just now, "Let's retreat first, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, come here Father Ri takes you to level the god capital, Taixuan Mountain."

Lu Yunshen blinked again, "Ah He thinks I can't beat him."

"How come, I..."

Once again before Jiang Qihe could finish speaking, Lu Yunshen flipped his sword hand and left the place.

In the spring of March, the sunshine is long and falls on the shallow grass, adding stars and gold to the fresh green, which is clear and dazzling.

The white-haired boy stepped on the tip of the grass, and the edge of the sword brought out a white light in the void.

Suddenly the white light picks up, then presses down, and chops diagonally.

The sword intent is like the fall of a nine-day palace, with a mighty momentum, and it is like the cold winter forced down from the northern border, freezing the mountains and rivers in an instant.

Ding--

Asakusa rolls ice, Lingling collides, the sound is crisp.

Lu Yunshen's strike and closing gesture overlapped almost instantly, and by the time Shen Ran reacted, his chest had been torn open by the snow-white epee.

Shen Wang opened his eyes wide.

He was still immersed in the success of his bluffing sneak attack, thinking that he would be able to take advantage of the situation, defeat Ku Rongjian, and win the title of head of the ten saints, but he never expected this moment...

A mouthful of blood spewed out, mixed with the dripping from the chest, and sprinkled in the frosty March spring.

Lu Yunshen put away his sword, hugged the three altars of wine that he spent all night to find, and walked quickly into the tower.

Jiang Qihe slipped out of his cuff, glanced at Shen Zhu from a distance, and then crawled up to his collar.

At this moment, Lu Yunshen shook for a moment.

"Eh? Are you okay?" Jiang Qihe asked hurriedly.

Lu Yunshen didn't answer, he just put down the wine and closed the door.

"Little Bai, are you really—"

The moment the door closed, Jiang Qihe's words stopped abruptly. He felt the "mount" under him tilted and fell to the ground.