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The secluded path leading to the mountain temple was originally quiet, except for the occasional distant bird song. The trees on both sides are lush and lush, which makes a row of bright red send-off teams stand out in the middle.

"It's just that you like to join in the fun. What does it matter to me whether the people live or die?" Pu Xinjiu, who has never liked to meddle in human affairs, complained angrily, and then nestled in the inn and fell asleep.It's fine that he doesn't want to watch the excitement, even Lan Yin, who looks eager to try, is sent to practice swords in the backyard of the inn on the grounds that "children shouldn't have dangerous curiosity".As for the person who refused to come forward from the bottom of his heart——Liu Shixin couldn't resist the ghost king's words, so he obediently got into the sedan chair.According to the local customs, when getting on the sedan chair, the hijab must be covered, otherwise Xie Yan couldn't help but lift his hijab to watch the awkward young man's tangled expression.

Having known each other for many years, Xie Yan knew that Pu Xinjiu had always been such a person who cared only about ghosts, so he didn't force him, so he and Jian Suyu walked along the mountain path in the direction of the mountain temple in silence. go.

With grass in his mouth, Xie Yan squinted his eyes for a while under the cover of the lush trees, then stooped slightly and followed slowly.

The surroundings were silent, and there was nothing unusual. Jian Suyu held the sword and followed each step, keeping a distance not too close or too far from Xie Yan all the way.

In the distance, a corner of the light and flexible cornices of the deep mountain temple comes into view.

I thought that this kind of mountain temple in the deep mountains should look dilapidated and in disrepair.However, Xie Yan unexpectedly discovered that this temple was so clean and tidy that it was no different from ordinary people's houses. It must be that people from the town below the mountain often came up to worship piously and add some incense by the way.

"Is this enshrined in Zixiao Mountain?" Xie Yan spat out the weeds in his mouth, stretched out his head, carefully studied the blurred outline amidst the incense, and said in secret voice.

"It seems to be." Jian Suyu nodded affirmatively, and passed the words back, "I heard from Pu Xinjiu that the mountain god of this mountain is extremely loved by people, but he is unwilling to accept offerings from the people, so the people use this mountain Be a god and pay tribute with incense and fire every day."

Speaking of temples, Xie Yan has seen people who worship Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and various ancient gods and even ancestors who have made great contributions to the local area. Mountainous—that’s right, Xie Yan and Jian Suyu quietly hid beside the pillar at the door, looking from a distance, it looked like a gray-black mound.

Under the burning incense table, the four bearers who carried the sedan chair parked the people who wished to celebrate the sedan chair together with the sedan chair in the center of the temple, and then fell on the ground, chanting words and praying devoutly.

The surroundings are quiet, and there seems to be nothing unusual, but I always feel that something is wrong.

By the way, the closer he got to the mountain temple, the more Xie Yan could notice a strange fragrance permeating his body.But when he sniffed and wanted to analyze it, the strange aroma disappeared again, and even changed its smell. No matter how it smelled, it seemed—"...Why does it smell like blood?"

When he was astonished, a tyrannical gust of wind swept across the air, bringing up a few strands of snow-white hair on Jian Suyu's forehead. Like a candle cut off by the sword wind, the powerless body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

In an instant, the bloody smell in the air became more intense, Xie Yan coughed violently, and couldn't help retching while clutching his lower abdomen.Perhaps no one would believe it when he said it. He was once honored as the Venerable Xihuo, and he thanked the banquet without mercy when he burned and killed his enemies. What he feared most was the strong smell of blood.

"Who?!" Jian Suyu frowned and let out a low cry, and looked slightly worried on the pale-faced person beside him.Saber Xiaolian sensed the danger, and transformed himself from between his brows, waving it around his body, exuding a dazzling icy aura.

Pressing hard on his churning stomach, Xie Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, let out a long breath, and straightened up.The strange fragrance all over his body became more fragrant, Xie Yan frowned, and subconsciously stretched his hand to his back—this was his habitual sword drawing action after many years of sword practice.

There is no doubt that there is no Baihong behind him—presumably Baihong is now, as a trophy, dusting like a pearl somewhere, and its original brilliance is covered by the years.Baihong is the saber that Xie Yan recognized as its master before entering Xuanyin, and it has special meaning to him.According to Xie Guoshi, the day when Xie Yan was born was sunny, windy and full of moon, the sky was full of fiery red auspicious clouds, and there was even a vision of a white rainbow penetrating the sun.When the first cry of a baby was heard in the room, a radiant white light fell from the sky and landed directly on the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, turning into a snow-white spirit sword with powerful spiritual power—— Later, Xie Yan, who learned about this relationship, named it: Baihong.

"Ji Fengyan asked me to hand it over to you." Seeing him lose his mind, Jian Suyu lowered her eyes and took out a sword from the Qiankun bag.

Xie Yan, who was silent in the memories, came back to his senses in a daze, only to feel that a warm sword was thrown into his arms, and then he glanced roughly, and couldn't help but be amazed - this slender and simple sword body, Exuding the elegant silver light like birch and the faint warm touch, what else could it be if not his white rainbow?

The surrounding area was quiet, as if the murderous intent just now was just a momentary illusion, Xie Yan called Liu Shixin softly, but no one answered for a long time.Resisting the ominous premonition in his heart, Xie Yan cut the red curtain in front of the sedan chair with a sword.Unexpectedly, the inside was already empty, except for some jet-black powder spread on the seat—it was the blood of ghosts.From the looks of it, Liu Shixin's ghost seemed to be so burned by the exuberant joy in the newcomer's clothes that it was difficult to take shape.

Jian Suyu squatted down, probed the necks of everyone on the ground, and said coldly: "The speed is extremely fast, and one move is fatal."

"Don't underestimate—" As soon as the words finished, Xie Yan felt that strange fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose again, and when he looked back, he was facing the last pair of innocent eyes filled with joy.

The visitor wore a garland intertwined with colorful wild flowers and slender pine branches. He had a pale and handsome face, a pair of starry eyes that did not know the world, and was wearing a scarlet robe dyed red with the juice of phoenix flowers. What kind of strange method, there are still a few dark red plum blossoms quietly blooming on it.

"Are you praising me?" At the same time as the unfamiliar voice came, a gust of wind hit Xie Yan's neck directly, engulfing the thunder of mountains and rivers collapsing.

Xie Yan hurriedly raised his sword, blocked it, and stabbed at the opponent's front door with a backhand sword.At the same time, Xiao Lian heard the sound and moved, directly hitting several large acupuncture points on the person's body, where he passed, the air was bitterly cold.

The mountain ghost leaned back slightly, dexterously dodged the frontal sword move, and turned sideways to avoid Jian Suyu's attack on his right wrist. The scarlet figure flew half a circle like a light butterfly in the wind, and took two steps back. Supporting his lazy body with his sword, he smiled brightly at Xie Yan with slightly squinted eyes: "Wan Wanyan, I still like the way you smile."

"Are you going to kill me if you like me?" Xie Yan held Bai Hong tightly and rolled his eyes in his heart. Sure enough, it's a crime to be too handsome these days.

After brushing off the ice particles stained on his clothes, the mountain ghost turned a blind eye to Jian Suyu's murderous eyes that seemed to have been icy for thousands of years, and complained: "Bai Mao, you are so powerful even after being poisoned?"

...Poisoned?Xie Yan was dumbfounded, and subconsciously glanced back at someone who looked normal.At this moment, the sound of a crane chirping and the wind piercing through the eardrums, only to see the sky again, Baihong heard the sound of protecting the Lord, and danced with the master's hand, releasing the few spiritual powers of the sun and the moon contained in the sword. The ghost's unexpected blow missed his heart by half an inch.

"Thank you!" Jian Suyu stepped forward, without moving her fingertips, and a thick layer of ice was erected in front of them. At the same time, Xiao Lian's life was two, two beget four, and turned into 24 ice cold The sword shadow charged towards the mountain ghost, making a shrill sound of piercing through the air.

"You want to hit me? But this is in the mountain temple." The mountain ghost just waved his sleeves casually, and all attacks seemed to be hindered when they were two inches away from him, and their strength dropped sharply .Even the 24 sword shadows transformed by Xiaolian merged into one, paused straight in the air, and after a moment of confrontation, they flew back to their master in despair.

When the two were astonished, Xie Yan felt a murderous intent piercing the ice wall in front of him and rushing toward his face.He could see the direction where the Kongtong sword was stabbing, and he could feel the strength. He wanted to move his body to avoid it, but his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain.

In the blink of an eye, a tall and tall figure stood in front of Xie Yan.Liu Shixin, who was dressed in happy clothes, held the big hole in his chest, and ignored the black powder pouring out of his body. He frowned and said bitterly, "Made... I've sprained my ankle again!"

Jian Suyu saw that the mountain ghost's sharp sword was thrown away with his sword, and turned to check his injury: "How are you?"

Liu Shixin was flattered to be cared for once by Jian Suyu who had been cold for thousands of years.He wanted to reply that he couldn't die, but then he thought that he was already dead, so he waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, just let Pu Xinjiu spend some time and energy to repair it."

"My sword is actually stained with ghost blood, it's so dirty!" The mountain ghost picked up his sword from the ground in disgust, held the corolla on his head, and blew the black powder on it, "I want to hurry up!" Go wash the sword - I won't play with you anymore!"

Looking at the scarlet back going away, Xie Yan wanted to catch up, but seeing that Liu Shixin was seriously injured, he had to hold back the mania in his heart: "Is he the mountain god of Zixiao Mountain?"

"How is it possible?" Liu Shixin sneered, not touching the wound, and coughed in pain, "You can't see it with the naked eye, but I can clearly see that he has a strong blood-colored murderous aura. He shouldn't be The mountain gods that the people of Zixiao Mountain are always talking about are like mountain ghosts born with them."

Liu Shixin's injury could not be delayed, Xie Yan put him into the Qiankun bag, and the two rushed back to the inn where they stayed.Unexpectedly, the moment Xie Yan entered the door, he bumped into the ghost king with a gloomy face: "What's your face? Feng was taken away?"

Seeing them come back, Pu Xinjiu breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a trace of anxiety in his voice: "Thank you, Xiaoyin is gone."