Again, Jiang Cheng's sabre "Three Poisons" and Lan Zhan's saber "Bichen" have never been serious, and it is still unknown who will die; although he has this precious ring "Purple Electric" in his hand, Lan Zhan's sword "Forgetting Machine" Qin also has a splendid name. The most intolerable thing for Jiang Cheng is to fall behind.

After thinking about this, he slowly withdrew his left hand that was rubbing the ring.

It seemed that Lan Wangji had already made up his mind to deal with this matter, and it would be inconvenient for him to be a villain again. Write down this for the time being, in the future, there will be more opportunities to settle with this person. Jiang Cheng made a trade-off, turned to see Jin Ling still covering his mouth angrily, and said, "Hanguang-jun wants to punish you, so you should be disciplined by him this time. It's not easy to manage the head of other juniors."

Lan Wangji never quarrelled so fast that he didn't hear it. There was a thorn in his words, and he turned again: "Why are you still standing there, waiting for the soul-eating shòu to slam into your own sword? If you can't take this soul-eating shòu today, you don't have to come to me in the future! "

Jin Ling gave Wei Wuxian a stern look, but did not dare to stare at Lan Wangji who punished him for refraining from speaking. Lan SiZhui said, "Sect Master Jiang, the Gusu Lan Sect will return the immortal net that has been destroyed."

Jiang Cheng sneered, "No need." He chose the opposite direction and walked down the mountain. The subordinates behind him followed in silence, knowing that going back would inevitably be punished, and frowning.

When their figures disappeared, Lan Jingyi said, "Why is this Sect Master Jiang like this!" After speaking, he remembered the Lan family's tutor. He was speechless behind his back. He gave Hanguangjun a frightened look, shut his mouth and retracted. Lan Sizhui gave Wei Wuxian a slight smile and said, "Young Master Mo, we meet again."

Wei Wuxian twitched the corners of his mouth. Lan WangJi opened his mouth, his instructions were concise and clear, and his rhetoric was not flashy: "Do something."

Only then did the few juniors remember what Dafanshan did, put away other thoughts, and respectfully wait for other teachings from Hanguang-Jun. Lan WangJi said again, "Do your best. Don't be rude."

This voice is low and magnetic, and if you get close, it will definitely make your heart tremble. All the juniors should behave in a proper manner, they did not dare to stay any longer, and walked towards the depths of the mountains and forests. Wei WuXian thought to himself, Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan really are completely different people, and even a word of advice to the younger generation was completely opposite, but when he saw Lan WangJi nodding at him indistinctly, he was slightly taken aback.

Lan Zhan has had a toothache since he was young, serious and rigid, as if he had never been lively, and he couldn't rub a little bit of sand in his eyes. When it comes to the way Wei Wuxian has cultivated, he has never had a good face. Lan Sizhui should have already informed him about the Mo Family Village. Knowing that he was building an evil road, he still nodded to him, thinking that he was thanking Mo Family Village for helping the Lan family's juniors out of trouble. Wei Wuxian had hardly ever been treated like this by him, and he paid the salute without hesitation. When he looked up again, Lan Wangji's back had disappeared.

After a pause, he also walked down the mountain.

He couldn't have the Soul Eater in Dafan Mountain. After all, whoever he is robbing will not be robbing Jin Ling.

It turned out to be Jin Ling.

With so many disciples in the Lanling Jin clan, he really did not expect that he would meet Jin Ling. If he knew, how could he ridicule him for "being born to a mother but not raised by a mother"? If someone else said this to Jin Ling, he would teach this person to know what it means to be a disaster. But it was him who said so.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face.

As the bushes shuffled around, Wei WuXian slapped his face very hard, his right cheek was pierced, and suddenly he saw the head of a donkey popping out, and lowered his hand. The donkey rubbed over, Wei Wuxian tugged at its long ears, and smiled bitterly, "You want a hero to save the beauty, but let me go to see the righteousness."

The donkey was humming, and at the end of the hill, a wave of monks came up. After more than 400 immortal-binding nets were slashed by Lan Wangji with one sword, the monks who had been hesitating in Buddha's Foot Town came up again. Wei Wuxian considered for a moment whether to beat them down again, and after thinking about it, he silently stepped aside.

This group of children from various families with mixed clothes complained as they walked:

"This young master Jin, the Jin family and the Jiang family are so used to him. He is so domineering and domineering at a young age. If he takes over the Lanling Jin family in the future, the world of cultivation will not be turned upside down. Let's not live!"

Wei Wuxian slowed down.

A soft-hearted female cultivator said, "How can the Jin family and Jiang Cheng not be used to him? Even after urinating, both parents almost died, and it was only because of their lives that they survived."

"What about the death of both parents, there are too many parents in the world, everyone is as virtuous as him, that's okay!"

"Wei Wuxian can really do it. Jin Ling's mother is his childhood sweetheart's senior sister, Jiang Cheng's own sister."

"Who told him that he couldn't ask for Jiang Yanli, and he married Jin Zixuan, who had always had a holiday with him."

"Why does Wei Wuxian have a holiday with everyone..."

"Who else?"

"Hanguang-kun! Everyone knows that they hate each other. When they were young, they practiced etiquette at the same window. It is said that water and fire were incompatible at that time."

"Speaking of this, it is true that there are enemies all over the place, the sky is angry and the people are angry. Thanks to Hanguang-Jun this time, otherwise this time, I can only look at the 'Fan' and sigh..."

After walking for a while, the sound of the gurgling stream suddenly entered Wei Wuxian's ears.

This was something he hadn't heard when he came, and Wei Wuxian realized that he had taken the wrong path down the mountain and had taken a different path.

He led the donkey and came to the edge of the stream. On the top of the moon, there are no branches and leaves over the river bank, and it is covered with frost. In the reflection of the stream, he saw a hazy face, unpredictable with the flow of water. Although it doesn't look real, can imagine what a funny face this is.

He slapped the water with a savage palm, breaking the face away.

It was not him who was reflected in the water.

Wei WuXian raised his wet palm, dipped in the stream, bit by bit, wiping away the whitewash that he didn't know who he was mocking.

Not unbearable. After all, when the choice was made, it was already very clear what path would be faced in the future. Only remember what Yunmeng Jiang taught him, and remember the family motto - "Do it when you know it is impossible".

I just think my heart is stubborn, but after all, people are not rough wood.

Hua Donkey seemed to know that he was in a bad mood at the moment, so it was rare that he didn't yell impatiently, he was quiet for a moment, and then left. Wei Wuxian sat by the stream and didn't respond. It looked back and smashed its hoof, but Wei Wuxian still ignored it.

The donkey came back angrily, biting Wei Wuxian's shirt with his teeth, pulling and pulling.

You can go, or you can't go, since it's all used to bite, Wei Wuxian goes with it. The flower donkey led him under a few trees and circled around a rough field. In the rough bush lies a Qiankun bag. A cracked golden net hangs above it, which must have fallen when some hapless monk broke free. Wei WuXian picked up the bag and opened it, and there were quite a few miscellaneous objects inside, including wine gourds, talismans, and mirrors. He reached out and took it out, grabbed it out, and suddenly, a flame burst into his hand.

What burned was a spell. This talisman is called Burning yīn talisman. As the name suggests, it uses yīn qi as fuel. When yīn qi is encountered, it will automatically catch fire. The more yīn qi is, the more vigorous the burning. It burned as soon as it was taken out, indicating that there was a spirit not far from Wei Wuxian.

As soon as he saw the firelight, Wei Wuxian was on guard, holding it up to test the direction. Turning to the east, the fire was weak, and turning to the west, the flames jumped up suddenly. He took a few steps towards this side, and saw a white rickety figure appear under a tree.

After the talisman was burned, embers of sparks fell from his fingertips. An old man, with his back to him, was making a muttering sound.

Which soulless person lost his soul? Wei Wuxian slowly approached, and the words that the old man muttered became clear.

"It hurts, it hurts."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Where does it hurt?"

The old man replied, "Head, head. My head."

Wei WuXian said, "I'll take a look."

He took a few steps to the side, and from this position, he could just see that the old man's forehead was broken with a big blood-red dòng. It seems to be a dead soul, and it has been dead for at least ten years, most of which are killed by people and killed by weapons. He was wearing a shroud, which was quite gorgeous, indicating that he had been properly buried. It should not be a lost soul.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows.

There should never be such a dead soul on this Dafan Mountain.

He couldn't figure out how unreasonable it was, he just felt it was not good, jumped on the back of the donkey, slapped it, gave it a drink, and instigated it to chase in the direction Jin Ling and others entered the mountain.

There are many monks wandering near the ancient tombs, hoping to wait and see. Some bravely waved the summoning flag, but only a group of women and children in shrouds were summoned, crying and robbing the earth. Wei Wuxian restrained the rope, glanced around, and asked in a loud voice, "Excuse me, let me tell you something. Where are the young masters of the Jin family and the Lan family?"

A monk replied: "They left here and went to the Temple of the Goddess."

Wei Wuxian: "The Temple of the Goddess?"

The round-faced girl pointed the way to him: "Over there. It's a cave temple on this mountain."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Which type of immortal is worshipped in the shrine?"

The round-faced girl said: "Okay, it seems to be a natural stone statue of the goddess of heaven."

Wei WuXian nodded, "Thank you."

After the rural household heard that all the immortal-binding nets were broken, they sneaked up again and were among the night patrol team. The middle-aged man looked familiar to this man. He looked at the clothes and the baring donkey. He looked like the madman who saved them just now. He was quite embarrassed. ?"

After washing off all the nonsense makeup on his face, he turned out to be a completely different person!

In a hurry, Wei Wuxian rushed to the Temple of the Goddess of Heaven.

Lazy people marry, Tianlei splits coffins, fiance, father and daughter who were bitten to death by jackals lose their souls successively, gorgeous shrouds... Like beads, they are connected into a complete line.

No wonder Fengxie Pan couldn't point out the direction, and the summoning flag would not work. They all underestimated the things in this Dafan Mountain.

It is by no means a soul-eating shòu, let alone a soul-eating sha!

The author has something to say: Yesterday, a few bad sentences and typos were corrected. When was revising the text, edited the first half of the sentence and forgot to fix the second half of the sentence, which caused a semantic contradiction. Hope Haihan. If you find any mistakes, please correct me~

As for the name, if you see a character with two different names, it is the name and the character. For example, Wei Ying, the word Wuxian. Lan Zhan, forget the word. Hmm~ o(*￣▽￣*)o just sauce.

☆、Pride third 4

In Dafan Mountain, in addition to the ancestral tombs of the townspeople of Buddha's Foot Town for generations, there is also a Temple of the Goddess.

The worshiper in the temple is not the Buddha, nor the Guanyin, but a "dancing goddess".

Hundreds of years ago, a hunter in Buddha's Foot Town entered the deep mountain and found a strange stone in the grotto. It was nearly 100 feet high. It was made of nature, and it was extremely human-like. Vaguely discernible, but a smiling woman.

The townspeople of Buddha's Foot Town were very surprised, thinking that it was a sacred stone that gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and they also spontaneously made up many legends. What is there about an immortal who had a crush on Jiutian Xuannv, and carved a stone statue according to Xuannv's appearance to solve the pain of lovesickness. Xuannv was furious when she found it, and the unfinished stone statue had to be left to nothing; what else did the Jade Emperor have a favorite daughter? , died early, the Jade Emperor's thoughts for his beloved daughter condensed into this stone statue. The variety, the richness of content and the variety of patterns, is astounding. These legends from their mouths convinced them themselves, so some people changed the grottoes into shrines, the stone platforms into shrines, the stone statues as "Dancing Goddess", and the incense is offered all year round.

Lan Sizhui and others searched the ancient tombs to no avail, so they went to the Temple of the Goddess to look for clues.

The interior of the grotto is open like a two-entry temple, with the statue of the woman standing in the center that day. At first glance, it really looks like a person, and even the waist can be said to be beautiful. If you look closer, it will be rough, but it is amazing that natural creatures can be human-like to such an extent.

Lan Jingyi held Fengxie up and down, but the pointer remained unmoved. There were messy candles and a thick layer of incense ash on the offering table, and the offering fruit dish was rotting sweet. The Lan family members are somewhat obsessed with cleanliness. He fanned the air in front of his nose and said, "I heard from the locals that the Nv's Temple is very spiritual in making wishes this day. How could it be so dilapidated. I don't ask a few people to clean it up."

Lan Sizhui said, "Seven people have lost their souls in a row. It is rumored that Tianlei split the evil spirits in the ancestral tomb of Buddha's Foot Town. No one dares to go up the mountain. If the incense is broken, no one will clean it."

A voice sounded outside the grotto: "A broken stone, I don't know who has been named a god, and dare to put it here to be worshipped by incense!"

Jin Ling walked in with his hands behind his back. The time limit for the silence spell has expired, and his mouth can finally be opened. However, as soon as he opened it, there were no good words. He glanced at the statue of the girl that day and hummed: "These villagers in the countryside, they don't know how to work hard, but they burn incense and worship Buddha all day long to ask gods and ghosts. There are thousands of people in the world, and gods and Buddhas can't take care of themselves. How can I manage them! Not to mention that he is a wild god without a name and no share. If he is so smart, then I make a wish now that this soul-eating thing in Dafan Mountain will appear in front of me immediately, can it be done?"

A group of monks from other families followed behind him. Hearing the words, he immediately agreed, laughing and saying yes. The originally silent shrine suddenly became noisy and narrowed due to the influx of people. Lan SiZhui shook his head secretly. He turned around and glanced at it inadvertently, and swept to the face of the statue of the goddess. The facial features were vaguely visible, and it seemed to be a compassionate smiling face. However, when he saw this smiling face, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity. As if I had seen this smiling face somewhere.

Where have you seen it?

He felt that this must be a very important thing. Involuntarily approaching the altar, wanted to take a closer look at the face of the goddess. At this moment, someone suddenly bumped into him.

A monk originally stood behind him, and seemed to want to see the stone statue, but suddenly fell silently. The monks in the shrine were on alert, and Jin Ling asked, "What happened to him?"

Lan Sizhui grasped the sword and observed it. The cultivator was breathing fine, as if he had just fallen asleep suddenly, but he would not wake up no matter how he slapped and called. He got up and said, "He looks like..."

Before he could finish speaking, the originally dark cave suddenly lit up, full of red light, as if a layer of blood was pouring down the walls. The candles in the corners of the offering table and the grotto all spontaneously burned.

All the people in the caves drew their swords and held talismans in unison. Suddenly, a person rushed in from outside the shrine, carrying something, and splashing the stone statue of the goddess of the day, the grotto was filled with strong and choking alcohol. A raging fire ignited instantly on the stage, reflecting the grottoes like daylight.

Wei WuXian used up all the things in the Qiankun bag he had picked up, threw the bag and shouted, "Get out of here! The things here are not soul-eating shòu, nor soul-eating evil spirits, but a soul-eating goddess!"

Someone exclaimed: "The goddess's posture has changed!"

Just now, the statue was clearly raised with both arms up, one arm pointing straight to the sky, one foot raised, and the figure was graceful. At this moment, in the raging fire, he put his hands and feet down. Absolutely true, not dazzling!

The next moment, the statue raised another foot - stepped out of the flames!

Wei Wuxian shouted, "Run, run! Stop slashing! It's useless!"

Most of the monks ignored him, and the soul-eating monster that could not be found after a long search finally appeared, how could he let it go! However, with so many immortal swords slashing and stabbing together, throwing talismans and various magic weapons, they did not stop the stone statue.step.It was nearly ten feet high, and it moved like a giant with a strong sense of oppression. It lifted the two monks up to their face, and the stone mouth seemed to open and close.The soul was also sucked away.