Do not accept to fight!

On the steps paved with stone slabs, four scantily clad men and women stood side by side, deliberately blocking the way.

Qu Xiran is no stranger to the Holy Cult of the Western Regions. He heard it mentioned by people around him more than once along the way, and everyone's tone was not very good.

Combined with Bai Moyu's "Jianghu Miscellaneous Notes" and what the three dead men did, Qu Xiran also turned cold in disgust, and showed contempt together with everyone else.

Maybe they were the ones who laid a spell on Ling Xiaoxiao.

And the people who framed Ling Xiaoxiao may not necessarily be them.

Since they can directly send out killers, if they want to get rid of them quickly, why do they have to go to great lengths to plant and frame them? It doesn't fit the style of these saints.

Of course, their suspicion cannot be completely ruled out.

"Hey, isn't this the famous most beautiful man in the world, Mr. Ling, the master of the Perak Sect!" A glamorous woman in a blue gauze with bare shoulders caressed her lips, a trace of surprise flashed in her long and narrow eyes, and she smiled. Ru Hua, "Why did you get mixed up with the Beggar Gang?"

"Look at what you're wearing, tsk tsk, could it be that the Thunderbolt Gate has collapsed?" Another purple-clothed woman stepped forward, smiling without showing her teeth, "Even if the Thunderbolt Gate really fell down, Mr. Ling shouldn't have fallen into a relationship with this group of stinky people." Beggars are mixed together, hehe..."

In the end, I laughed meaningfully.

The meaning of ridicule is self-evident.

The next two demon men listened with joy on their faces.

The leading man in the fiery red robe flipped his sleeves smartly, his chest was wide open, and he was extremely arrogant, "What kind of shit is the most beautiful man in the Jianghu, the Beggar Gang is just like the Thunderbolt Gate, a bunch of mobs."

Sooner or later, the entire martial arts in the Central Plains will be in their possession in the Western Regions.

This person was indeed good-looking, but he was dressed too seductively, and his style of painting was unacceptable to the usual plain and simple Beggar Clan members.

Ling Xiaoxiao secretly gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush forward and fight with them, but the reality is very cruel, he is now weak and weak, so he can't act rashly.

But he couldn't be so subdued all the time, and the brothers of the beggar gang who rescued him were also ridiculed.

Ling Xiaoxiao was racking his brains to think of harsh words, when he was about to slap the other party in the face.

Qu Xiran suddenly made a move.

To the surprise of everyone present, he didn't say anything, with an elegant smile on his face, but his hands moved extremely quickly.

He took out a pack of poisonous powder from his bosom, said it was too late and then quickly, everyone was unprepared, even the members of the Beggar Gang were completely confused, and because of the wind direction, they were also blown with powder all over their faces.

Quickly each took a bite of the anti-drug pill.

Ah Xiang called out in a daze: "Bangzhu..."

Fortunately, I didn't give him the package that shaved the eagle.

Qu Xiran raised the small paper bag in his hand, wiped away the last bit of powder, frowned and pursed his lips and said, "It seems a bit bitter."

Ah Xiang explained: "Master, this bag can't speak if it touches the skin."

When the four members of the Holy Church heard this, they all looked at each other angrily, but unfortunately they couldn't speak, and they were frozen in place and couldn't move.

Qu Xiran returned the used paper bag to Ah Xiang, and asked strangely, "What's the matter with them?"

Isn't it a poison that makes people unable to speak?Why can't people move?

Ling Yao and Ling Nan patted their heads in embarrassment, "What, just now we saw the gang leader make a move, and we just..." Reflexively sealed several major acupoints around each other.

We are used to fighting all over the world together, although the gang leader has changed his ways recently, he still has a good understanding.

Some things don't need to be discussed in advance at all.

Lingyue put away the stick and said straight to boredom, "Hey, you can just throw something and it will be solved, why should I hit it!"

Melee combat is not good at this point, the fight is always not hot.

This holy religion of the Western Regions is too useless, it was wiped out by the gang leader with a handful of powder and a few stones.

Ling Xiaoxiao had already been shocked by Qu Xiran and others for a long time and couldn't regain his senses. It wasn't until Ah Xiang handed him half a pill of avoiding poison with heartache that he could barely react.

Oh yes, I seem to be poisoned too.

The indiscriminate attack of the leader of the beggar gang is really...

Cool!

So cool!

Simply delightful!

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't take it, but took out a small white jade medicine bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill, put it in his mouth and bit it open.

Until the strong herbal smell spread in his mouth, he was still immersed in the pleasure just now, and his affection for Qu Xiran soared.

After the poison was released, he raised his breath and stepped up the steps, took out the paper fan and slapped the man in red at the incomparably alluring face.

If you don't fight at this time, when will you wait!

Anyway, let's talk about the previous anger first, as for whether the other party will retaliate in the future... that's a matter for the future.

The members of the beggar gang headed by Qu Xiran looked away one after another, and continued to move forward with an appearance of "I didn't see anything".

Lingyue still didn't forget to remind Ling Xiaoxiao, "Hurry up and catch up when you feel comfortable playing, this is not our own territory."

It's not easy to kill the guests invited by the Wulin League.

Ling Xiaoxiao responded: "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

Then continue to "properly" strike, no one else will fight, and only hit the leader of the Holy Church Shamanya.

And only in the face.

Qu Xiran suddenly stopped, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ling, since we are all here to participate in the martial arts conference, we should give the leader some face."

Everyone in the Holy Church stared at his back. Damn it, I didn't see you giving anyone face when you poisoned me just now!

Ling Xiaoxiao restrained his mind, stopped his hands and asked, "What do you mean by Brother Ling?"

"Enough." A faint smile flashed in Qu Xiran's eyes, but his voice was still very weak: "Leave them a sigh of relief."

Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, he thought he would dissuade him, but unexpectedly he said such words.

"Don't worry, Chief Bai, Ling will definitely spare his life!"

So Qu Xiran left very relieved.

The Holy Cult of the Western Regions is an out-and-out evil sect. As the head of a decent sect and a new model of martial arts in the future, I should naturally punish evil and promote good, and swear to be incompatible with the evil sect.

What's more, this group of cult members can't get along with my 50000 points. If I don't give some warnings, if they are not dead-hearted and send killers to attack, this Ling Xiaoxiao might really be over.

Not long after, Ling Xiaoxiao and Ah Xiang chased after him.

Lingyue came over and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Ah Xiang nodded, "They did raise Gu, they should have planted it."

"Hmph! Something that's not male or female!" Ling Xiaoxiao snapped off his fingers refreshedly, the corners of his eyes raised, "See how he will come out to harm people in the future!"

"Go in." Qu Xiran glanced at 50000 points, and stepped into the gate of the Wulin League first.

A familiar voice has already sounded in the ear.

[Complete the pre-task 'Take the gang to the Baicheng Wulin League, and represent the beggar gang to participate in the martial arts conference', the survival points increase by 3000] The points are obtained, but Qu Xiran is not optimistic.

The next two tasks are not easy to complete. This is not modern, and many things cannot be seen with modern eyes or thought with modern thinking.

For now, we can only take one step at a time.

"Hello heroes, the guest room is ready, please come with me."

The person who came out to greet him seemed to be in his forties, with a beard, and his dark gray long cloth shirt could not conceal his strong muscles. He was a typical trainer.

Qu Xiran exchanged glances with everyone, and followed quickly silently.

At the foot of Qianmeng Mountain, a few sects who have been staying for a long time and are not eligible to receive hero posts are secretly delighted to see the Beggars' Clan and their party unimpeded.

After a while, he couldn't wait to jump out, and went straight to the entrance, still yelling, "I am the head of the Lishan School, Su Youchang."

"I am the young master of Tiandongmen in Changzhou, Li Yongkang."

"I'm……"

"Fuck off, where did the smash come from?"

Those who can be the guards of the Wulin League are not good stubble, each is fiercer than the other, and the saber is drawn directly from its sheath, and the cold light is threatening.

"Anyone dares to break through the door!"

Everyone was so startled that they retreated a few steps, and shouted in fear and unwillingness: "There is also no hero card, why can the beggars go up, but we can't?"

"That's right, we are also decent!"

"Isn't the beggar gang just a bunch of stinky beggars? They even invite beggars, so why not invite us!"

"Oh, it's just you?" The leading guard sneered, even put away his knife, and said coldly, "Whoever dares to do ten tricks under Bai Moyu's hands, I will let him in."

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent for a moment, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

Qu Xiran, "Ah Choo—Ah Choo—"

Lingyue took a step forward, "Master? But there is a strange fragrance?"

"No." Qu Xiran wiped his nose with a clean rag, "It's not smelly, probably because the air on the mountain is a bit cold."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Lingyue felt relieved for the time being, and while observing the surrounding terrain, she expressed her feelings for Qu Xiran: "I haven't been here for three years, and this place has changed a lot."

"That's right." Although Ah Xiang had never been here, his mother, Aunt Hong, always came here before, so she inevitably had some impressions of it. "I heard that there used to be green bamboos all over the place, and the scenery was very good."

Lingyue seconded, "Yes, there used to be a lotus pond in the backyard."

"It feels eerie now." Lingnan added.

The elixir grinned indifferently, "You are not here to see the scenery, so what the hell! The food is delicious."

Everyone was in agreement: "It makes sense."

The main thing is to eat, and it doesn't matter if the place where you live is gloomy or shabby.

Even Ling Xiaoxiao was a little hungry.

After walking for a while, Lingyue stopped in a strange manner, "Master, no! This doesn't seem to be the backyard of the Wulin League."

Qu Xiran nodded, already aware of this, "Well, this is the inner courtyard."

Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help asking: "Brother Bai has been here before?"

After a lot of troubles just now, he even changed his title.

Qu Xiran gave him a funny look and nodded.

However, he had never been here before, it was just that the reaction of the Lian family son just now made him suspicious.

There are so many sects who come to participate in the martial arts conference, it is impossible to just lead them to the gate of the compound and leave them alone, right?

This clearly meant to let the few of them choose at will.

It was the same at the foot of the mountain before. There were six people in a group, one more than the stipulated five, but the other party ignored it and let them go.

And here, although there are not many decorative scenes, it is simple and solemn, and every stone slab on the ground is different from the front.

more sophisticated.

Qu Xiran raised the corners of his lips slightly, this uncle's attitude was really intriguing.

"I choose this one."

"Then I live here."

"I..." Ling Xiaoxiao closed the paper fan and tapped his palms, "I'll live next door to Brother Bai. By the way, Brother Bai, which room do you plan to live in?"

"Here." Qu Xiran walked to the door next door to Lingnan, and gently pushed it open.

There is Lingnan hidden weapon escort on the left, and Lingyue, the tough senior sister of the Beggar Gang, is on the opposite side. It doesn't matter even if the five scum of the war with 50000 points is on the other side.

What's more, there is an uncle who shows his kindness to him, which is much safer than sleeping in the wild.

The six of them didn't have much luggage, so they went in and stayed there for only a while, and they ran to the room where Qu Xiran lived at the same time.

"What's the matter?" Qu Xiran half-closed his eyes, and wanted to go to bed and lie down for a while, following the thoughts in his head.

Ling Xiaoxiao said embarrassedly: "Is it okay to be hungry?"

"Cough, Lingyue, go ask someone." Qu Xiran's stomach was also empty.

But after a few days of hard work in the field, he has basically adapted to the life style of the beggars, and it is no problem to go hungry once or twice.

Not long after Lingyue left, people from the Wulin League soon came to receive her.

"Heroes, please follow me."

"well."

Everyone happily followed behind him. Qu Xiran walked at the end of the line because he had something on his mind and was immersed in his own thoughts.

The shoulders were suddenly clamped by a force, and they were pulled back violently.

Qu Xiran was unprepared, lost his balance, and fell straight backward.

Soon, he felt a warm male chest on his back, and the flexible muscles on the man's arms rubbed against his side.

This kind of situation is not unfamiliar to him, the same situation happened once in the Cimo bar not long ago.

Qu Xiran was quiet and obedient, letting him fix himself on his chest, tapped his feet a few times, and brought him into a room without a sound.

A faint scent of sandalwood is blowing towards the face, and the pear marble case is full of various books, but the ink in the inkstone has already dried up, and there is no trace of the brush.

After being put down by him, Qu Xiran was not in a hurry to turn around.

You don't need to look to know that it will be a completely unfamiliar face.

Still not quite right.

He can take him away under the eyes of everyone in the beggar gang, and his lightness kung fu is even more amazing... It is different from what I originally imagined.

Thousands of clues flashed in the atrium, and in a flash, countless illusions were established and overthrown by himself. In the end, Qu Xiran just turned around calmly and looked straight at a pair of bottomless black eyes.

The tone is light: "Uncle."

The person in front of him had tough and profound features, wearing a slightly tight black dress that fully revealed his perfect figure, and his eyes were clear and sharp, which made his heart tremble.

The black eyes were slightly narrowed, with a hint of scrutiny, and suddenly an indifferent smile appeared.

"Qu Xiran?"

Qu Xiran was struck by lightning for a moment, his whole body was stiff, but his face remained calm, "Who is it?"

Bai Muxuan raised his voice, his voice was clear and low, "I'll show you something."

He suddenly raised his right hand and hastily rolled up his sleeves.

Qu Xiran had secretly prepared poisonous powder when he moved, and could sprinkle him in the face at any time.

But he was directly hit by a row of large characters carved on the opponent's arm, and he looked at it for a long time in disbelief, "Tianjing... the glass bottle."

The decentralization also clearly marked the owner-Qu Xiran.

Facing such special bound equipment, he didn't know what expression to make.

The Tianjing glass bottle is actually a person?

Qu Xiran resisted the weird twitching feeling, quickly clicked out the flat chip, and found the still inconspicuous equipment column on the last page.

The three-dimensional figure with his name on his head is still empty from head to toe, but the black thing on his back has become extremely clear, it really looks like a... person.

Really alone... alone... alone...

Qu Xiran rubbed the sore and swollen eyebrows, and asked, "How old are you?"

Bai Muxuan's face remained normal, "130 two."

Qu Xiran, "..."

The back pendant is perfect!

postscript--

After drinking and eating, the Beggar Gang and Ling Xiaoxiao finally came to their senses.

"Huh? (Brother Bai) helping the master?"