Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

When everyone was arguing about who Lanling Xinxinzi was, a young Jianxiu sitting in a corner finished a bowl of Yangchun noodles, got up and left the inn.

He didn't attract any attention when he came, and no one took a second look when he left.

After all, there are young sword cultivators in Jianghu one after another, unless they are close to a high school or become famous at a young age, no one will pay more attention.

Xiao Daoluan walked to the door of the inn and opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

From spring to summer in the southwest, it is rainy and rainy.

He traveled all the way to the south, he didn't go through the inaccessible mountains like he used to travel in the past, he deliberately picked a cheap inn in a mixed place.It is not only for the convenience of inquiring about news, but also remembering that Shen Ke told him that in the past ten years, the other party's life was mostly hard-pressed, and they didn't live in a place that didn't cost money like the Valley Shrine, or a place that was so cheap that it was almost free.

The full shop, thin quilt, and crowding are indeed unbearable.But since Shen Ke had experienced it before, he didn't mind experiencing it again.

He tried to get some news from the people in the inn like Shen Ke, but after a few months, he found that he was not born with that sensitivity. He heard a lot of true and false news, but very little was useful.Moreover, his temperament is not used to chatting with others, and he often has to sit for a long time before he hears the news he wants to hear.

Just like Cai Cai, it was rare to hear about Gui Yizong, but he was distracted by the eloquent and strange words.He was not interested in this, and he was eating and drinking enough, so he simply left and went on the road.

The moment the oil-paper umbrella was raised, the scene in front of me was covered by the yellowed umbrella surface.

The semi-wet umbrella handle was uncomfortable to hold in the hand, and a drop of rainwater even slipped down the umbrella rib.

Xiao Daoluan frowned but not for these reasons.

Someone is watching him.

That line of sight did not come from the inn behind him, but from the front temporarily blocked by the umbrella.With temptation and malice, it is what he has gradually become familiar with along the way, Gui Yizong's pursuit.

Xiao Daoluan raised the umbrella, and as expected, he saw a person and a rider standing in the drizzle.

Needless to say, someone draws his sword.

Xiao Daoluan remained calm.Even though the sword light had broken through the rain curtain, the black air was lingering, which was different from usual.

In order for Gui Yizong to focus his attention on him, after Shen Ke left Guanzhong, he took the black sword out of the city.When he was leaving the city, he intentionally slashed his sword. This action fell into Gui Yizong's eyes, but it only proved that the ink sword was on him.Since what they want is no longer in Shen Ke, they have no reason to mobilize their troops to hunt down and kill a small person.Secret actions are indispensable, but that level of pursuit, letting the old servant of the armory shop follow Shen Ke is enough to deal with it.

Shen Ke returned home, but he didn't return to Jianchi as soon as they agreed.

Returning to Jianchi is safe, but it cannot solve the problem.The scattered news that he heard from the mouths of all the quacks, as well as his own sources, pieced together, seems to be able to find part of the truth.Regarding the sudden change of Guiyizong, and earlier, Mo Heng's painful killer to them.

The Ninth Grade Spiritual Sword is indeed a rare treasure for ordinary sword cultivators, but the master of a sect like Mo Heng will not lose his sanity.Back to the 100-year inheritance, it is impossible not to have a sword that can be used. There is absolutely no need for him to become enemies with Jianchi in order to win the treasure.

Then what is he for?

The old servant found out that there was a relationship between Mo Xiu and Gui Yizong, which reminded Xiao Daoluan of an old incident.He was still young when that incident happened, and he heard Jianchi's attendants occasionally probing.The attendants in Jianchi also followed Xiao He and Xiao Daoluan's father and son's temperament, they seldom gossip, and what they can talk about are major events in the cultivation world.

The most important treasure of the Lianshan Sect was lost.The rumored Gengxu Sword Practice Record written by the sword fairy Buxu himself was lost in the hands of Cangwu, the leader of the Lianshan sect.And the person who got it in the end... was a demon cultivator.

After the loss of Gengxu's Sword Practice Record, Lian Shanzong tried his best to disturb the cultivation world, but he couldn't find the magic cultivator who got the treasure, so the matter had to be settled at last.

As the same prominent sect, Guiyi Sect also has its own sect's most precious treasure, the [-] Zhuan Dan.

However, the Jiuzhuan Pill, like Gengxu's Jianjianlu, disappeared.

Xiao Daoluan recalled the empty green horns, and thought to himself, is it a coincidence or careful planning?Nearly ten years have passed since the loss of the two treasures of the sect, and the loss of the Gengxu Jianjian Record has caused a lot of uproar, but almost no one knows that the Jiuzhuan Pill is no longer in Guiyizong.

But the two things also involved Moxiu...

If this is a conspiracy, how many people are involved in it, and what is the ultimate goal?

More importantly, Xiao Daoluan faintly felt that the person who got Gengxu's Jianjian Record and Jiuzhuan Pill was exactly the person behind Mo Heng who wanted the ink sword.

If Mo Heng is threatened with the Nine Turns Pill, there is a great possibility that the other party will be willing to take the sword for him.A Ninth Grade Spiritual Sword has a completely different meaning than a Nine Revolving Pill.Others may still be in a dilemma, but for the suzerain of Guiyi Sect, it is self-evident what is more important.

However...if he has the ability to obtain the Nine Revolving Pill and threaten Mo Heng with it, why not grab the sword himself?Besides, the person behind it must have gone through a lot of twists and turns in order to obtain the Jiuzhuan Pill. After getting the ink sword, he had to return it to Mo Heng. Wouldn't it be a waste of hard work?Besides, how to ensure that Mo Heng will not go back on his word, or take revenge on those who stole his sect's treasure out of righteous indignation?

The dense fog made Xiao Daoluan give up his plan to return to Jianchi and came to the southwest.

He found some clues. These demon cultivators did not seem to be hiding overseas, but scattered in the interior, and the southwest was one of their strongholds.

If he couldn't wipe out those people who secretly coveted the black sword, he wouldn't feel at ease returning to Shen Ke's side.He naturally doesn't care about the days when he is always on guard, but it is not suitable for Shen Ke.

He should have fun without hesitation.

If Xiao Daoluan's opponent could see his expression clearly at this time, he would feel that he was insulted.Xiao Daoluan not only did not have the seriousness when fighting with others, but smiled lightly.

The ink sword is at his waist.

The paper umbrella is in his hand.

It was too late for him to draw his sword at this moment.

But he can slowly close the umbrella, lightly touch the umbrella handle, if there is a solid sword energy, it will immediately cut the black energy into two pieces.

It was just an ordinary umbrella.You can buy a handful from the shop for less than ten copper coins.The poorly made bamboo bones have already had some gray-black mildew spots due to the continuous rainy days. There are no patterns on the oil paper, and there are only traces of different shades after fading.

Xiao Daoluan used an umbrella instead of a sword to completely block the opponent's blow.

His realm has not returned to Huashen, but it is enough to deal with these monks who can only be regarded as pawns at best.

The ribs of the umbrella are stretched out, supporting the fragile umbrella surface.Before the water droplets adhering to the umbrella surface had time to roll to the ground, they were flicked lightly and quickly separated from the oil paper.

Xiao Daoluan opened the paper umbrella that had just been closed.

His fingers just pushed the bamboo bone to the top, with a quick buckle.The tearing sound of paper silk and umbrella ribs is not so harsh in the rainy weather.

But the picture is touching.

Twelve bamboo bones rushed out against the umbrella handle, and the umbrella surface, which was smooth and intact a moment ago, shattered into pieces.Bamboo bones flew like arrows, carrying water droplets that were at a loss and pieces of paper that could go anywhere, and rushed towards the visitor together.

Nothing is a sword.

But things are swords.

The bamboo bones are still upright and hard, with the shadow of a sword's edge.After Xiao Daoluan made a move, the visitor quickly withdrew his sword to protect his whole body, and he also defended against these twelve imposing bamboo bones.

The bamboo bones were either chopped off by the iron sword, or pushed aside, but they couldn't get close.

It is the inconspicuous debris and water droplets that really stick to the muscles and bones of the incoming person.

In the rain that filled the sky, it was impossible to tell which ones were the rainwater falling from the sky and which ones were Xiao Daoluan's hidden murderous intentions.

Millions of water droplets.

It was riddled with holes for a moment.

The man fell into the mud.

Xiao Daoluan took a look at the paper umbrella with a bare handle, and casually inserted it beside the corpse of the visitor.

It was still raining, but he had no umbrella.

Other than that, there's nothing to worry about.

After a while, the black-faced man came out of the inn to see his sickly horse.Seeing a dead body unexpectedly, the man gave a "scared" sound, and saw that there was a strong and fat big red horse next to the dead body, and immediately said a few words with a smile on his face.

"If God doesn't take it, you will be blamed instead. Since you don't need this brother, why don't you give me some favors, so that you can accumulate more blessings in the underworld."

After leading the red horse to the stable and fastening it up, to ensure that he would have the strength to go on his next trip to find fragrance, the black-faced man walked slowly to the corpse and leaned over to have a look.

Although he prefers to look at young women, who are enchanting, reserved, and dignified... As long as he has a good appearance, he is willing to stay for a few more days for her, savoring it carefully before leaving.However, this does not mean that he does not have enough vision to draw a judgment that a monk should have.

The rapidly decomposing corpse and the condensed black demonic energy all indicated that it was a demonic cultivator who died just now.As for the person who killed him... The man stared at the handle of the umbrella stuck upside down thoughtfully.It seems that he seems to have passed by a master.That person was also in the inn before?Who is the one?