beautiful brother on top

Poor ghost

After three days of restless raising on Liuhe Peak, Wen Can forcibly ate fried vegetables and yams for three days, until he almost turned into a rabbit.

So much so that every time he went out for a walk, Wen Can always yelled at the spirit beasts in the mountains, and even saw the birds flying by in the mountains.

After finally waiting for Yun Lian to be summoned by Ping Cang Zun, saying that he had something important to discuss, Wen Can took advantage of this opportunity and sneaked down the mountain.

Yunzhong City has outstanding people, and there have been many geniuses who are able to benefit the world and understand the past and present. Because of the location of Qingxuan Mountain and the century-old temple, it has become a place that all mortals and monks yearn for.

It has been more than a year since I went to Qingxuan Mountain. Except for the chance to visit Yunzhong City before entering the mountain gate for the first time, Wen Can either stays on the mountain to practice, or follows Yun Lian to eliminate demons everywhere. some.

Now is not the time for all the immortal families to gather. Without the noise of crowds, the city in Yunzhong is much quieter, which makes this small city hidden in the mountains seem quiet and ethereal.

Wen Can was dressed in a plain black shirt, showing a youthful air. She put away the Miexie Sword she carried with her, and hid herself among the indifferent people, without being obtrusive at all.

"If you don't say that Yunzhongcheng raises people, even the girls passing by are so beautiful, and they are comparable to our Lanxi."

Lanxi has beautiful mountains and rivers, and is known as a place of soft misty rain, small bridges, flowing water, and misty rain homes. Wen Can grew up there, and even though she is used to seeing beauties, she still thinks that the beauties here are not vulgar.

Especially the beauties on the mountain are even more impressive.

Wen Can was tired from walking, so she found a small stall on the street and sat down, with smoke lingering behind her, a bowl of fragrant bone soup wontons came out of the pot.

Similar to Lanxi, the people in Yunzhong City also eat very light food, mostly seasoned with various broths, even if many disciples from aristocratic families are not used to light food, they will think it is delicious in the world.

There are not many people eating at this point. Occasionally, some people stop in a hurry and order a large bowl of wontons to devour.It looks like a young guy, sitting right behind Wen Can, three or two people at a table, seeing a lot along the way, and knowing everything going on nearby.

While eating, Wen Can pricked up his ears to listen to them saying, "Have you heard that the soul of the old head of Chicheng Mountain has returned?"

"When did it happen?"

After taking a big mouthful of the soup, the younger guy said: "Just two days ago, you don't know yet, I heard that the old head is because of his practice gone wrong, he went crazy, and his whole body was bleeding. And died. What is the secret book that I practiced, I just listened to it, the name is too awkward, I didn’t remember it, it seems to be called Qie, anyway, it’s kept secret up and down Mount Chicheng, and no one dares to mention it.”

"A fairy sect as big as Chicheng Mountain, how can there be such a thing as cheating? Let me tell you, the old head is not young, and his cultivation base is high. Even if he doesn't continue to practice, he will live another hundred and eighty years. It's not a problem if you are young, what are you doing all this?"

"Who says it's not? If you're the head of the sect, you're already very good. What are you doing with the wild ways from outside? This is great. You can't catch anything. Now Chicheng Mountain is in a mess up and down. The position of head is hanging in the air, and several respected elders are fighting vigorously."

The younger guy, Xu Shi, also had a dream of cultivating immortals, but because of life, he couldn't realize it, and he said with a look of regret.

The old head of Chicheng Mountain has returned to the west, so Ping Cangzun specially called Yun Lian to go, probably for this reason.

If Wen Can's guess is correct, what kind of deed they said the old master practiced should be the "Participating in the same deed".But "San Tong Qi" is difficult to copy, and there is only one copy in the world, otherwise it would not attract the world of cultivators to scramble to snatch it.

If it was really in Wen Can's hands, it must be a fake that caused the old head to go mad and bleed to death from his seven orifices.

But how did the old master get that fake "San Tong Qi"?

Wen Can drank the bone soup, and the man obviously planned to let him take the blame.

Not many people know that "San Tong Qi" is in his hands. At this juncture, Wan Jingshan has just suffered a loss. They must not dare to take the risk of offending Qingxuanshan and the Wen family and continue to make a fuss about Wen Can.

"San Tong Qi" is extraordinary, since that person dared to stir up panic in the world of cultivating immortals at this time, his status must not be below Wanjing Mountain.

The few people continued to talk: "If the head of Chicheng Mountain dies like this, don't all the immortals have to pay homage to him? Do you think he will have a chance to be enshrined in the temple?"

The temple they are talking about is the century-old temple in Yunzhong City, which enshrines the ancestors of the past and the Lihuai Immortal Venerable.

"That's hard to say, and you don't even think about it. What kind of people are enshrined in the temple, the ancestors of the world of cultivating immortals, and a few who have already ascended to immortality. The head of Chicheng Mountain is not at that level."

Several people said, tsk tsk and shook their heads, expressing that it was impossible.

Not to mention that the old master has become obsessed in cultivation, it is impossible to become a role model for the immortal sect, even if he is not obsessed, with his cultivation base and qualifications, it is indeed not enough.

Wen Can chatted about something again, and Wen Can didn't pay attention to it. The guys ate the wonton whole, and then got up quickly to continue on their way.

The thick aroma of bone broth wafted all over the street. After Wen Can finished eating, she didn't forget to smack her lips and took a handful of candied pear paste.

Yunzhong Temple is located on the most prosperous avenue in the city. The left and right markets are adjacent to the riverside. It is a holy temple that has been built for a hundred years.

The temple is not an ordinary scene, and the ancestors of the immortals are enshrined inside, and those who are not immortals are not allowed to enter.Although no one was guarding it, the people still obeyed the rules and did not dare to sneak in.

Wen Can didn't go in either, but just followed the people, pretending to be an ordinary passerby, and walked around the courtyard outside the temple, pretending to have seen it.

He also stayed in Qingxuan Mountain for so long in his previous life, but he never had the opportunity to see this temple with his own eyes.

Because Wen Can gave all the purse to the girl singing outside Xingyang, Wen Can finally spent all his money and could only buy a roast chicken, even a few eggs had to be sold miserably by him. It can only be exchanged with a beauty trick.

Fortunately, the girl from the farmer's family was so deceitful. She heard him say that there was a brother who was seriously ill and wanted to eat such a mouthful of eggs when he was about to die. Send him off.

However, Wen Can felt that the main thing was to rely on his beauty to seduce people, and selling miserably was secondary.

Putting the hidden roast chicken into the basket, Wen Can bounced back to Qingxuan Mountain.

There was no one on the quiet mountain road in the jungle, Wen Can went down the mountain secretly, not daring to go back with a sword, and deliberately chose a short path to walk.

Thinking that I can give it to myself when I go back, oh no, it's an extra meal for Yunlian, so I feel very happy.

The rustle of leaves blown by the wind blowing by her ear, she sensed that someone was following her, Wen Can didn't rush to leave, but swayed slowly, her gait became more and more gentle.

Until someone shouted loudly from behind: "Stop, rob, and hand over all the money on your body."

Wen Can: "??"

Does he look like he's rich?

Wen Can turned around and saw seven or eight rough men dressed as bandits surrounded him, each holding a long knife in his hand, looking extremely fierce.

Although this group of people looked like bandits, they were actually well-trained. If one didn't look at the gait of their feet, Wen Can really thought they were bandits who came to rob.

It is not surprising that there are bandits on the narrow mountain roads. They will occupy one side of the mountain and rob the passers-by. But this is the road leading to Qingxuan Mountain. Where are the bandits who don't have long eyes dare to act presumptuously at the foot of Qingxuan Mountain? Are they looking for death? .

Wen Can raised her eyelids, pretended to hold the basket tightly in her hand, revealing the Miexie sword that was tightly wrapped on one side, and then smiled at them: "Masters, I must have misunderstood, I am just a poor boy walking in the rivers and lakes. There is also an elder brother who is seriously ill, and he really doesn't have the money to honor the others, so please let him go, okay?"

As she said that, Wen Can was still muttering in her heart, "Wen Ziyu, I really didn't mean to curse you, it really happened suddenly, so I can only use you as a shield."

Looking at the fabric of Wen Can's black shirt, it is obvious that he does not look like a rich man, especially with a simple and ugly little basket on his body, coupled with his delicate features and weak body, he can be said to be a poor scholar letter.

But the bandits didn't intend to let him go, and shook the knife in their hand: "Stop talking nonsense, are you going to dig it out yourself, or should we dig it out for you ourselves?"

Wen Can was shocked and covered the basket tightly: "I really don't have any money for you, only these few eggs were given to me by a kind girl, gentlemen, you won't even grab the eggs, will you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, since you don't want to give it, then we will do it ourselves."

Without further arguing with Wen Can, the leader of the bandits waved, and three or four burly men walked out behind him, held Wen Can down, snatched his basket, untied his sword, touched his whole body, Really penniless.

Wen Can's figure is thin and delicate, although she has been raised in Liuhe Peak for a long time, she has grown taller, but she is not as thick as the group of people in front of her, as if she was robbed girl from a good family.

The Miexie Sword was thrown aside, revealing a black textured hilt, but those people pretended not to see it, and went to search Wen Can's basket instead.

Wen Can said anxiously: "Hey, hey, don't break my eggs. This is for my brother to eat. My brother is sick in bed and can't eat big meat, so he just thinks about such a bite of meat."

But no one listened to his words, the basket was thrown away, and it fell to pieces, and the roast chicken rolled out, like a chicken flying egg.

The bandit leader glanced at Wen Can in disgust: "You really are a poor ghost." He said this from the heart.

Wen Can glanced at the broken eggs, and her face turned cold.

If they want to rob, grab things, they can do whatever they want, and he can nod and bow down to play with them, but he can't bear to waste the eggs he has worked so hard to get in exchange for.

Wen Can stomped her feet angrily: "I managed to get these few eggs, and you made them so that there are only two left."

The roast chicken was bought with money, and he didn't feel bad at all, but the eggs were no good, he begged for it, no, he worked hard to get it, it was his labor, how could it be wasted for nothing.

The bandit leader frowned, and looked down at Wen Can condescendingly: "Why, are you not convinced?"

Relying on the large number of people, they were all big and three rough, and they were not afraid of Wen Can in the slightest. Even if they came to find fault on purpose, knowing his identity, they didn't take Wen Can seriously.

The bandit leader raised his hand, and was about to put his fist on Wen Can's shoulder. Who knew that Wen Can suddenly turned sideways, pulled out the Bauhinia vine from his waist with his backhand, and slammed the whip on the bandit leader's face, leaving a blood mark in an instant.

Immediately, a tragic cry sounded, startling the jungle birds.