Chapter 72

Xiao Qiuyin's fragile neck was tortured back and forth, and she was almost numb to the feeling of suffocation. She kicked her short legs weakly: "I said, Grandpa Zhang, if you don't kill it and don't let me go out, do you want me to die in theDoes this accompany you into a stone sculpture?"

"It's not that I don't want to kill, it's that I can't do it now. Not everyone can break the sword formation, but it was torn apart by a demon at the peak of Jindan." Zhang Jiwen paused, with imperceptible bitterness, "It's a big shame."

Xiao Qiuyin landed: "The sword array is very powerful?"

"Not only is it powerful, even your master can't use it. There are very few monks who can use the swordsmanship inherited from our sect." Zhang Jiwen became energetic, "That is the foundation of Xuanling, the strongest shield in the world, the Mountain Sea Sword Formation,part of the 'mountain'."

Qiu Yin, who was on the sidelines, frowned. Zhang Jiwen was obviously the originator of Shanhai Sword Formation, but now he pretended to be a disciple of Xuanlingzong, so why bother to reveal the two obvious characteristics of "surname Zhang" and "loving to collect swords".

Xiao Qiuyin: "It's similar to Taiqingzong's Changhua swordsmanship?"

Zhang Jiwen sneered, Xiao Qiuyin heard the arrogance of the sword repairer from his mouth: "Changhua swordsmanship is indeed the foundation, but it is incomparable with the Shanhai Sword Formation. You can compare it with Nan Henyu's sword."

This time Xiao Qiuyin didn't even think about it: "Then my master must be stronger."

Zhang Jiwen seemed to want to have a good chat with Sword Immortal's apprentice, to have a first-person sparring session, but it was too embarrassing to compete with the doll, so he had to shake his head pretending to be profound, reminding Xiao Qiuyin of the rattle drum on the street of Baibaoji, very interesting, she likes it very much.

But the muted rag rattle was less endearing.

"Don't tell me we're just wasting here." Xiao Qiuyin looked at him, "I'm not interested in your unspeakable secrets, but I think if you can't kill it and go fast, it will soon stop caring about you.I went to the temple and took you and me together."

"This is not an ordinary temple. It used to be very famous." Zhang Jiwen patted his clothes, stood up and signaled, "Let's go in and have a look."

Xiao Qiuyin frowned. The temple was said to be big or small. The well in the courtyard had dried up, the old trees were bare, and crows with strange calls flew here to roost occasionally.Three characters, knotted with cobwebs, and thick ash can be seen everywhere, as if the whole temple was engulfed in a layer of gray fog.

Zhang Jiwen had already entered the door, Xiao Qiuyin didn't know what he was doing, so he followed him: "Isn't Tianhai Pavilion very rich, cleaning the spiritual energy is just a snap of the fingers."

"Everything has animism, and ruin also means that the creatures in the world are withering."

There is no light in the temple, Zhang Jiwen is like a tall shadow giant, his words are covered in dust and cold, Xiao Qiuyin sees the Bodhisattva with half of his head tilted in the temple through his shoulder.

Xiao Qiuyin said bluntly: "Worshiping Buddha or ghosts?"

"No, please rest assured." Zhang Jiwen said, "It used to be very prosperous here, a hundred thousand years earlier than Tianhai Pavilion, and it is no different from the efficacious temples in the world. Bodhisattvas can bless and bless those who come to pray for blessings...…

In fact, it is the blessing of the spirits of all things in the world, just find a medium, the great power you have heard and seen may have been here before."

"Xiu Xian still believes in this?"

Zhang Jiwen's thick voice was a little gloomy and ethereal: "The immortal is only a person who can control spirits."

This sentence was too light, Xiao Qiuyin didn't hear it clearly.

"Then how did it break like this?" Xiao Qiuyin met the Bodhisattva with a golden and bronze spiritual body, "It looks like it was looted by bandits."

"Who knows, Tianhai Pavilion was abandoned a hundred years ago, and Tianhai Pavilion doesn't know why. After all, this temple is older than their ancestors. They don't know who came here before, and what wishes they made." Zhang JiwenSaid, "Maybe we can look it up."

Xiao Qiuyin raised her eyebrows: "Such a large treasure land, Tianhai Pavilion must have been dug up long ago."

"Onlookers know, they want everything, so they can't find anything." Zhang Jiwen said in a deep voice, "So do we. But there is no way. With my current injured state, it is too dangerous to go out head-on. Find out if there is a way to go to other places.passage or something."

"I only see ashes that can't be washed away by the flood." Xiao Qiuyin said with disgust, "Let's move separately, hurry up."

One north and one south, Xiao Qiuyin found nothing in the book full of scriptures. To be honest, she couldn't understand a single word.

Qiu Yin came and lowered her head to take a closer look... Facts have proved that she has been the same for so many years, and the big Qiu Yin didn't understand.

Qiu Yin stood up as if nothing had happened: "Tsk."

Xiao Qiuyin threw the book back expressionlessly: "What are you writing about?"

Qiu Yin nodded in agreement.

Xiao Qiuyin carried the sword back to the palace, Zhang Jiwen hadn't finished looking for it, she looked at the tall Bodhisattva with a crooked neck, those golden and copper eyes with no pupils were crooked and drooping, looking at him with no joyshe.

She bared her teeth: "What are you looking at?"

She jumped onto the altar in threes, rummaged through the rotten fairy fruits, walked around the incense ashes, made a pretty face but couldn't find anything useful, she deeply felt that the old man surnamed Zhang was bluffing her.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Xiao Qiuyin was really tired, and Zhang Jiwen didn't come back for a long time, so she sat on the ground at the feet of the Bodhisattva, leaned back rudely, and rested the Bodhisattva like a big tree with a hard back on the street.

Holding the Sad Wind Sword in her hand, she felt a little sleepy.

"Boom".

The subtle voice seemed to come out of her mind, very similar to when the Sad Wind Sword Spirit spoke, and Xiao Qiuyin suddenly woke up.

She always felt that someone was looking at her, and she was looking down at her. She suddenly felt a chill, and slowly raised her head, not seeing the scary eyes of the Bodhisattva, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But with the whistling of the Sad Wind Sword in front of her, Xiao Qiuyin didn't dare to slack off, the voice seemed to come from her back just now, her hand touched the cold copper body of the Buddha statue backwards, feeling something slipping from her hand in an instantHowever, it almost cut her hand.

Xiao Qiuyin grabbed it, it was a bamboo begging lottery, with the four characters of beautiful written on it.

"Mother and child are safe".

Qiuyin knew the word.

She has seen it in the Immortal Painting, Shen Zhuolan surrounds Princess Pingyang and writes on the kite, this is Shen Zhuolan's handwriting.

The princess of the demon clan came to the temple in the fairyland market to ask for a lottery for the safety of the mother and child?

This is too nonsense.

Not right, Shen Zhuolan went down to earth to be Emperor Renqi's favorite concubine and gave birth to a child.Besides, has she experienced less nonsense?

"What did you find?"

A man's voice suddenly came from the other end, and Xiao Qiuyin subconsciously hid the bamboo stick into the mustard seed.

She jumped off the altar in disgust: "If I don't come again, I will fall asleep, and I will have nothing."

"Coincidentally, me too." Zhang Jiwen took the wooden fish and tapped it, "Only find these things that monks can use."

"My books are all scriptures, and I can't read a single word." Xiao Qiuyin provocatively said, "I did what you said, but there was nothing. What should we do now, wait to die?"

"Do you know what you look like?" Zhang Jiwen smiled, "Like a little hedgehog, we are grasshoppers on the same rope now, and you are too guarded against me."

Xiao Qiuyin pursed her lips, not wanting to answer, the little fox looked cold and alienated as if she had found a home in a dark temple.

"Your complexion is very bad." Zhang Jiwen said, "Based on my shallow experience, it looks like a madness after crossing the border."

Xiao Qiuyin's expression changed.

Zhang Jiwen continued: "You are not very old, but you have already established a foundation. You must be a genius who is praised in Taiqingzong, but you are still moving too fast and unstable.

But since Nan Henyu let you out to play, it means that you can control it sometimes and not be noticed by her."

"Are you going to start preaching?"

Zhang Jiwen didn't care about Xiao Qiuyin's tit-for-tat: "There is a way. You can use the natal sword to relieve the madness, but obviously your sword won't work."

The little girl couldn't hide things yet, and Zhang Jiwen saw the weirdness in her eyes for a moment, and he understood: "The problem lies in your natal sword?"

Xiao Qiuyin pursed her lips even tighter, a little bluffing: "Fart."

"It seems so." Zhang Jiwen said, "The natal sword is a partner who is compatible with the sword master's soul, and is more trustworthy than your fellow brothers and sisters. How could you fall into such a situation?"

He said helplessly, "If you don't tell me, there's really nothing you can do."

Perhaps the fear and grievance that no one can tell from the establishment of the foundation until now has found a breakthrough. Xiao Qiuyin knew that this would not work, her throat moved, and she said with some difficulty: "... voice."

"What?" Zhang Jiwen's eyes changed.

"Sound." Xiao Qiuyin lowered her head and said, "When I got the sword... I heard a strange sound."

Qiu Yin turned her head and looked at her little self in surprise. With her vigilance, it was impossible to tell the suspicious Zhang Jiwen about the sad wind sword.

"Oh?" Zhang Jiwen asked with interest, "What's the sound?"

"I can't tell. It's like a bird's screeching sound. It's very ear-piercing. I only heard it once. After that, no matter how I ask it, it won't speak."

Xiao Qiuyin hesitated for a long time, and relaxed a little after seeing Zhang Jiwen's casual standing posture, she said uncertainly, "It's a bit like a modal particle, it seems to say...'噚'."

Qiu Yin, who was on the sidelines, knew clearly that the Sad Wind Sword Spirit said "run", and Xiao Budian had no idea what it said.She saw Zhang Jiwen's strangeness towards Beifengjian, Bodhi Temple and her.

It was no accident that Zhang Jiwen rescued her, she was using this to defraud Zhang Jiwen.

"Deng." Zhang Jiwen read it again, and had an epiphany, "It should be 'lamp'."

really.

Xiao Qiuyin was stunned, doubtful: "Light?"

"Yes." Zhang Jiwen pointed to the outside of the temple, "The highlight of Baibaoji is the Lantern Festival. Your sword may feel something, and it is sending you a message."

"Referring to the devil who can turn fog?" Xiao Qiuyin said in surprise, "So the key to breaking the game is in the lanterns of the Lantern Festival!"

"It seems that we have run counter to the real clue instead." Zhang Jiwen pondered for a moment, "I decided to rush back to the Lantern Festival, you are not safe by yourself, go with me."

"...You are talking too much to yourself." Xiao Qiuyin was reluctant, but she also knew that she really needed Zhang Jiwen's temporary protection at this time, "How do we get out?"

"Bodhi Temple has formations." Zhang Jiwen paused, "I can try it out and go straight away."

A magic circle similar to the one just now lit up, but turned from defense to offense. Xiao Qiuyin was shocked by the sword light and took a few steps back, and saw Zhang Jiwen who came in and taught her "Animism" ordered the sword circle to fall on the fragile wallOn the ground, the old formation buried in the Bodhi Temple was aroused, and it was quickly breached. The broken stones flew randomly, and the smoke and dust scattered like clouds and fog, making people blind.

The little girl's small body was flooded by smoke and dust.

Zhang Jiwen stepped out first, patrolling around with his sword upright, the street was in a terrible mess, there was not only one demon, as if he had stabbed a rat nest, and fought with the monks in a scuffle.

But the cultivation level is not high, it is incomparable with Huawu's main force, the devil ran to nowhere, it is not here.

He put his heart down temporarily, and stretched out his hand behind him: "Not here, come out."

Xiao Qiuyin's hand hesitated, and finally reached weakly under Zhang Jiwen's urging, but was spotted by Siweixiong who was rounding the corner, and attacked with his tail wagging, smashed a high wall, and scattered a blizzard-like wallAsh.

Zhang Jiwen didn't want to be entangled, he pulled Xiao Qiuyin out of the smoke and dust, then drew out his sword and put it at her feet, and flew towards the Lantern Festival.

Qiu Yin stood at the broken hole, her ears filled with chaotic shouts and sword sounds. She saw the night lights shining in, covering the Bodhisattva's hollow golden eyes, strange and compassionate, at first glance it seemed to be facing the enemy.The direction Xiao Qiuyin left.

She saw that, taking advantage of the chaos, the flying book flew out of Xiao Budian's hand, and under the cover of smoke and dust, it flew towards the sky in the opposite direction with a low crouch.

It was written in blood: "Qiu, save, Master."

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