Good news, the elder is gone

After living for 800 years, Xue Wangliu thinks he has seen many strange people, strange things and special physiques. It is this monk who was born with Buddha bones. He really has not seen much.

First, Huahan Sect is too far away from Fanzhou, where there are many Buddhist cultivators. Second, natural Buddha bones are rare. There will only be one in this world every 500 years, and there must be a catastrophe in the world before a Buddha bone person is born. Not a good omen.

It has been 800 years since he came to this world. Although there were a few frictions between the sects, they were all to the point, and generally speaking, it was considered calm.

The last catastrophe was the birth of the old devil Qingtian 2000 years ago, which turned the place upside down. In order to ascend, he sacrificed tens of thousands of monks and mortals with blood. Yin Bodhi sect learned that the venerable Buddha's light to kill demons came out.

Xue Wangliu paused, remembering that the venerable also had a natural Buddha bone, why not take Nianshu to show the venerable?But what if the group of Buddhist cultivators see Nianshu's natural Buddha bone and refuse to let him go, and must forcefully buy and sell it to force disciples?

My life is on him, it's better to keep this guy under my nose.

Xue Wangliu looked at the sky, and his heart gradually became calm. Although he knew nothing about Buddhism, it did not prevent him, a natural spiritual body, from being self-taught. As long as he doesn't let himself shave his head, we can talk about everything.

Xue Wangliu, who was ready to learn Buddhism by himself before teaching Nianshu, took Ding Hong and Xu Jiqing back to his small courtyard, and planned to wait for Nianshu to wake up before making further plans, but not long after takeoff, Ding Hong was in the air Suddenly it flicked into a flying big white goose.

Xue Wangliu frowned, waited until he was at home, and looked at the courtyard below.

Good guy, that's a sea of ​​people with red flags waving!

"Senior, where is this place?" Xu Jiqing was also dumbfounded sitting on the goose, he scratched his head, "Why are there so many sword cultivators? Is this the rest inn of Lanze Jianmen?"

With a smile on his face, Xue Wangliu squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "This is my home."

Xu Jiqing stared at him suddenly: "So you are the senior of Lanze Jianmen, no wonder you don't want to..."

"Stop, stop your imagination, I'm nothing, they're breaking into a private house!" Xue Wangliu swooped down on a goose, and landed right in front of his courtyard.

After everyone got off their backs, Ding Hong shook her hair. Xu Jiqing had never seen anything in the world, and didn't know what a golden-feathered crane or a black-feathered crane was. He only felt that this big goose was rare, so he reached out and touched its head and asked: "Senior, where did you buy this big goose? I'll buy one another day."

Ding Hong: ...

This is an insult to my Hege.

Ding Hong tossed her head and dragged her steps, walked up to Xue Wangliu and let out a quack.

Xue Wangliu carried Nianshu on his back, and smiled at Xu Jiqing: "I didn't buy it, it fell from the sky by itself."

Xu Jiqing: ...

Xue Wangliu walked to the gate of the courtyard with Nianshu on his back, stretched out his hand and pushed it, the courtyard door was opened wide, and the people inside drew their swords to look over, that scene is called a row.

Both sides of the small yard were full of people, leaving a path in the middle, and at the end of the path were two armchairs, one sat Jiang Yuan with his hands wrapped in gauze, and the other sat a young-looking, but A man with gray sideburns and eyebrows.

On the left of the man stood Xin Yi, and on the right stood a handsome young man holding a sword and smiling.

One and two are staring at themselves, with a posture of asking questions, and they really don't regard themselves as outsiders.

Xue Wangliu weighed Nianshu up on his back, and smiled: "Everyone is still used to standing in my yard?"

"Xue Langjun." Jiang Yuan stood up when he saw him coming, turned to look at the man sitting next to him and said, "Master, this is Xue Langjun who saved me."

The man nodded, raised his hand and waved it, and all the sword repairers immediately took back the swords in their hands.Xue Wangliu raised his eyebrows when he saw it, thinking that you are still hanging on.

"Thank you for saving your life." The man stood up and bowed to Xue Wangliu, and began to introduce himself: "I am Bai Shiling, the sword gate of Lanze, may I ask your name?"

Xue Wangliu put Nianshu on his back slowly on the reclining chair in the yard, touched his forehead, and after making sure that he didn't have a fever, he said softly, "My surname is Xue."

"I don't know where Lang Jun's teacher is?" Bai Shiling continued to ask.

Xue Wangliu glanced at him blankly, and asked, "Why should I tell you?"

He slowly turned around and looked at the young sword repair guy who seemed to have a lot of status in Lanze Jianmen, sighed and looked at the weeds on the ground and said: "Standing in someone else's house, you are so righteous and confident to question the master, you Lanzejian Is this how the rules of the door are taught?"

Bai Shiling choked, and Xin Yi hurriedly explained to Xue Wangliu: "Senior Xue, my uncle didn't mean that, but I just started..."

"It doesn't matter what you mean." Xue Wangliu had a smile on his face, "Is there anything else you guys need to do? If not, my two younger brothers and I are going to rest."

Bai Shiling squinted his eyes: "You two younger brothers? Is the ghost cultivator behind you also your younger brother?"

"Your younger than me, he is naturally the younger brother." Xue Wangliu turned to look at Xu Jiqing.

Among other things, this guy is still very winking. As soon as he received Xue Wangliu's signal, he immediately stepped forward and began to report his family, especially rereading the words "Refining Ghost Sect", and repeatedly emphasizing that he is Qing Yuanzi's favorite disciple. The central idea is that there are people above me, so don't mess around.

"Ghost Refining Sect..." Bai Shiling looked down at him, "I heard from Xin Yi that there is a ghost cultivator of the Ghost Refining Sect in retreat in the dry well in this city. That ghost cultivator is you?"

Xu Jiqing responded, "I'm right here."

"I heard that there are ghost cultivators doing evil in this city, skinning people and throwing away corpses continuously in March, do you know?" Bai Shiling continued.

Xu Jiqing nodded: "The sword cultivator next to you has come to ask once before. I felt that there was a ghost in this city before, but I didn't know who it was."

"Oh?" Bai Shiling frowned, "Do you know that there were evil spirits haunting and murdering people in this city decades ago?"

Xu Jiqing smiled: "It's exactly what I did."

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect the Ghost Cultivator to admit it so happily. Even Bai Shiling couldn't help asking again: "Is it true?"

Xu Jiqing spread his hands: "Really."

The sword cultivator in the yard pulled out his sword in an instant, Xue Wangliu was a little speechless, and turned to look at Xu Jiqing: "You are really a real person, what people ask and what to say."

Xu Jiqing shrugged: "Anyway, I didn't do it this time, so it's okay to say it, and I killed a lot of people before, and that person is not worthy of being a human being, so there is nothing he can't kill."

He looked at Bai Shiling with a smile, and asked, "Prince Bai, do you think so?"

Bai Shiling looked at him and said nothing, but his hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Jiang Yuan turned his head to look at Xue Wangliu and then at his master, and finally couldn't help but growled: "Enough!"

He supported his gauze-wrapped right hand and looked at Bai Shiling: "Master, the fact that I severed my hand was done by Ghost Wu, and it has nothing to do with them. If it wasn't for Senior Xue, my hand would have been disabled long ago." gone."

"Yes, uncle, if Senior Xue hadn't broken up the demon fog, all of us senior brothers might have been buried under the ghost fog today!" Seeing that Bai Shiling didn't intend to stop, Xin Yi glanced at the smiling Xue Langjun , Xin Yi ruthlessly lowered his voice, stepped forward and said: "Uncle Shi, this senior's cultivation should be higher than yours."

Uncle Master, stop, your current show is a knife that will cut you in the future.

Bai Shiling's face suddenly became gloomy, he was silent for a while, and tested with his spiritual power, but found that he really couldn't detect the depth of the man in front of him, so he said to the disciple next to him: "Everyone put the sword keep it!"

Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards Xue Wangliu and bowed heavily, "Please don't blame me, senior."

"No problem." Xue Wangliu waved his hand.

Xin Yi glanced at Nian Shu who was sleeping soundly on the recliner, subconsciously lowered his voice and asked, "I wonder if senior caught that ghost fog?"

Xue Wangliu shook his head: "Let him run away."

"It doesn't matter if you run away, I came this time to capture this ghost." Bai Shiling held the sword and glanced at Xue Wangliu: "Don't worry about it, Your Excellency."

Xue Wangliu thought to himself that you had better not want my help, don't be so sure about it now, when you encounter a hard idea, you will be beaten to crying father and mother, and you will have to wipe your ass.

"That's the best. I just want to live in peace and I don't want to get entangled with these things." Xue Wangliu bent down and picked up Nianshu who was on the recliner and walked into the house. Solve these things as soon as possible, and give me peace."

Xin Yi looked at the uncle with a very bad face, and quickly comforted him a few words. After waiting for the smiling man holding a sword to come over, he walked into the room and closed the door, and said modestly to Xue Wangliu again.

Xue Wangliu took off his coat and shoes for Nianshu on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and said, "You don't need to apologize, after all, my origin is indeed unknown, and it's normal for your uncle to be wary of me."

He turned around and smiled at Xin Yi: "Did you tell your uncle about the Golden Feathered Crane?"

Xin Yi was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Nonsense, Jiang Yuan is his fan, his master highly affirms his attainments in swordsmanship, it sounds like he is also his fan, if he knows that he is Xiangu Xueliu or someone related to Huahanzong, will he still have this attitude?

Xue Wangliu smiled but said nothing, Xin Yi scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Senior must have his own reasons for living here incognito, and the appearance of the golden-feathered crane is also covered up, it seems that he doesn't want to be disturbed by others."

"So this junior made his own decision and didn't tell Master Uncle about the Golden Feathered Crane." Xin Yi said.

Xue Wangliu looked at him and nodded: "You did a good job. I really don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Please continue to keep the secret for me and don't tell anyone."

Xin Yi nodded, with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Please don't pay attention to what my uncle said, he is not bad, but he just can't talk."

Xue Wangliu smiled: "I didn't take it to heart."

"By the way, regarding the matter of the black mist, please senior help." Xin Yi saluted him, "I don't know if senior has any clues now?"

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "It's not a clue...but I seem to know who that black mist is."

Xin Yi was startled, and was about to ask who it was, when Xue Wangliu smiled at him.

"But I don't say it."

The author says:

Xue Wangliu: Relatives, do you think I did the right thing?

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