Cheng Qian: "..."

Although Cheng Qian, a person in Mingming Valley, basically doesn't know anyone except the owner of the valley, this unique style can't be wrong, and it seems that it comes from the master of the valley.

Just as he raised his leg to leave, the young man who had been dazed for a moment woke up leisurely, and when he saw Cheng Qian, the young man's face was almost beaming with joy. He shouted: "Senior! I've been waiting for you here for half a night, Senior!"

Cheng Qian felt that this was a bit awkward to say, a bit like an elopement, and one of the scumbags lost the appointment.

He coughed: "You're welcome... um, don't call me senior."

The young man was stunned for a moment: "Oh, then Elder Cheng, I'm just about to go out for a tour, I beg the elder to take me for a ride... Er, 'Elder' doesn't like to hear it? What's that called? Uncle Cheng! No, I think of it. It's gone! Cheng... Cheng... Master Cheng! Can I worship you as my teacher?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Seeing that the young man was about to kneel down on the donkey ground, he planned to hold a handful of soil to offer tea to his teacher, Cheng Qian quickly raised his hand and lifted him up: "Don't, I don't plan to accept apprentices for the time being. You are in the middle of the valley. Who do you inherit from?"

The young man said carelessly: "No one, I have been practicing blindly with the owner of the valley. The owner of the valley is my father, and he will not mind if I go to someone else's door."

Hearing this unsurprising answer, Cheng Qian couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Oh, no wonder, that's really out of blue."

The young man was delighted to hear this, and thought he was really complimenting him, and hurriedly said modestly: "Where, there is still a lot to learn for the younger generation."

"..." Cheng Qian weakly pinched his brows and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man raised his chest, and replied loudly, "Nian Da!"

No matter how hypocritical people are, they can't praise this name against their will. Cheng Qian finally determined at this time that Nianguzhu's brain was probably gouged by something.

Cheng Qian refused to accept him as his apprentice, and Nian Da didn't care. He rolled up his package and chased after him. He was Cheng Qian's follower. where?"

Cheng Qian was too lazy to talk to him, Quan Dang didn't hear it, Nian Da didn't take it seriously, and before he could answer, he asked himself in two parts and answered: "Nonsense, of course, go to Fifteen Cities. Now—Uncle Shi, what do you think are the demons and ghosts in the fifteen cities?"

This time, he didn't expect Cheng Qian to take care of him, so he replied to himself, "No matter where it is, it won't work if it's a disaster, we have to clean it up!"

Cheng Qian finally turned around to interrupt his one-man show and asked, "You went out of the valley without permission, did your father nod?"

"My father doesn't care," Nian Da Dao said, "Uncle, don't worry, as long as we people in the valley are free, as long as we leave the school."

Cheng Qian had a slight toothache, wondering what kind of "teacher" could release this stuff.

However, Nian Da rarely understood his face once, and explained in a sloppy manner: "Uncle, who is in seclusion all year round, may not know that the rules of the door I sent have always been 'If your cultivation is not high, it will be fine, as long as you don't cause trouble when you go out... Don't report to the teacher if you cause trouble."

Cheng Qian was immediately speechless.

Nian Da continued: "All in all, when you go out and travel, you want to eat, drink and have fun, and kill demons and demons by the way - oh, of course, only pick the ones that you can beat, and give the ones you can't to better seniors."

Cheng Qian lowered his head and glanced at the sword that the owner of the valley had given him, and he understood - daring to make a fool of himself on the road, and to use it as a banter for food, drink, and entertainment.

Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help but smile.

Nian Da suddenly became a draught duck that was strangled by the neck, and was stunned.

Usually, colleagues in the valley get together, and if have nothing to do, like to talk about the elders of Youtan—what kind of person can guard Bingtan in retreat for decades? Will you not even speak when you come out?

Who can endure so many calamities and end up unscathed?

He is simply not human!

Although Nian Da was very lively talking to himself in front of Cheng Qian, because of his indescribable worship to this young elder, he was actually very nervous, and his calf had been trembling under his robe for a long time.

Seeing his sluggish expression, Cheng Qian asked curiously, "What?"

Nian Da was busy pinching himself: "I-I-I... hey, that this..."

"Don't be nervous, I just remembered our senior senior brother, he is a bit like your father," Cheng Qian said, a little bit of chatter, "Oh, of course I mean the idea is similar, my senior brother still has a waist."

Nian Da was busy smirking and flattering: "Impossible, right? How can he be similar to my father? Then how can he cultivate such a powerful character as your uncle?"

It's a pity that this time, his flattery slapped the horse's leg.

Cheng Qian listened for a while, and then the slight smile on his face disappeared quickly. He lowered his head and walked in the direction of the distant village. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I don't know. , maybe... bad luck."

Although Cheng Qian didn't explicitly say that he was going to take him, Nian Da managed to hug a thigh, so he still followed him shamelessly.

Less than half a mile away from the village, Cheng Qian felt that something was wrong. He calmly focused his true essence in his eyes, and saw that the surrounding villages and towns were shrouded in a layer of blood.

Straight to the dark sky, rolling up a large group of ominous dark clouds.

Cheng Qian frowned, this was very unusual - he didn't believe that someone with this kind of energy would be a lonely ghost who was easy to deal with.

You know, the more advanced the monks are, the more they can turn everything into the rain. As for reaching out and digging out their hearts in person, they are still unarmed mortals, and their actions are almost the same as those of the wild, even true demon cultivators will not be like this. A shameful thing.

Is the culprit here deliberately making some kind of false impression, so that everyone in Mingming Valley thinks that this so-called "evil ghost" is just a loose cultivator?

In this way, there is no need to use a bull's knife to kill the jī. If it wasn't for Cheng Qian rushing down the mountain this time, the Valley Master would probably have sent a Taoist boy with average cultivation and little experience to solve it.

So...then what?

Cheng Qian's thoughts turned sharply, and an idea suddenly popped up - the target of this hidden murderer here is probably not these mortal villagers at all, but the monks in Mingming Valley!

He immediately suppressed his breath, and for a moment, Cheng Qian's body was covered in frost, but the pressure from the Primordial Spirit cultivator disappeared. He and Nian Da walked together, and at first glance, they looked like a pair of brothers of similar level.

Nian Da, who may have a wider heart than the Yangtze River, did not notice the blood and energy shrouding the village at this time, nor did he notice any changes in Cheng Qian. "Master, did you see that over there? It seems that the villagers are coming to meet us!"

I saw that Rokuro, who came back one step ahead of them, had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the two of them, he quickly strode up to greet them, but Rokuro never thought that the person who came was Cheng Qian. He was so flattered that he could hardly find Bei. No words will be said.

"Is the corpse still there? Take me to see it." Cheng Qian didn't want to be polite, he just let him go and walked to the village.

Liu Lang came back to his senses and hurriedly chased after him: "Yes, yes, Xianchang... What, please sit down for a while, I will ask someone to pour you a pot of tea..."

Cheng Qian waved his hand: "No need, I'm not used to drinking hot water, so I'd better go and see..."

His voice came to an abrupt end, shocked by the depression in the village.

This place is really dilapidated. heard that there were immortals coming, and almost all the villagers were dispatched to watch. saw that these people were all disheveled and tattered. It was a huge village, and there was even a decent tile in it. There are no houses at all, and some thatched huts still have traces of hastily rebuilt after being knocked down. Even the few dogs that occasionally ran past were skinny and their eyes were wild.

They did not dare to approach Cheng Qian, so they stared at Nian Da with vigilant and fierce eyes all the way.

This dog must have eaten raw food and seen blood.

Although Cheng Qian hasn't joined the WTO for a hundred years, he thinks that his place of origin was in a remote rural area.

Liu Lang explained in a nonchalant manner: "The immortal chief has probably never been out of Mingming Valley. In the past two years, there have been natural disasters, and then there was a rebellion by King Anping, who fought for more than three years. Slow down, it may not be well received, don't take offense to the fairy..."

Cheng Qian shook his head, feeling somewhat complicated.

Until this time, he had the feeling of a hundred years of turmoil and changed the feeling of the world. For a time, he felt that the "coiled sword" that was swaggering in his hand seemed to be thorny. Cheng Qian secretly pinched a hand trick, The sword disappeared.

At this moment, something touched his unintentional awareness, Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, the shadows of the trees behind him were mottled, and there was nothing.

Nian looked back and asked, "Uncle Shi, what are you doing? Why haven't you left?"

Cheng Qianxin said, "I'm being watched, you idiot."

But he cursed and cursed in his heart, but his face was not revealed. He only retracted his consciousness, pretended not to know, and continued to walk forward in silence, following Rokuro all the way to the place where the corpse was parked.

Nian Dadian leaned forward and said, "Uncle Master, I heard the discussion among my classmates, and it seems that they all say that this is the work of ghosts and demons!"

"Soul eating lamp? It is true that the soul eating lamp needs virgin blood when refining ghost shadows," Cheng Qian said slowly, "but I have heard that the blood needed for ghost sacrificial lamps must be freshly drawn from a living person.Yes, not much, it won't kill a person once, but after a few repetitions, the person will die, and the blood on this person's body will no longer be used, so the people who died of Soul Eater Lamp will not be like them,Completely drained of blood and died—not to mention that the Soul Eater is the most sacred thing in the world, how can there be so many?"