That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 175
The woman raised her eyebrows, and didn't answer this ridiculous question in her opinion. Instead, she waved the tulle on her body, and disappeared in front of Xu Beiyou again.

Xu Beiyou subconsciously turned his head to look, and Zhang Wubing had appeared beside him at some point.

Zhang Wubing looked at the place where the woman left, Gujing Wubo, just said softly: "The woman is the No. 13 King of Chujiang in the Demon Suppressing Palace, but she has just entered the realm of the human fairy, and her cultivation level alone does not count. Cai, but she has two rare treasures, Yun Shuo and Wu Ni Chang, and she is best at hiding her figure, and only she can sneak into Jiming Temple quietly."

Xu Beiyou looked down at his hands, and said slowly: "I didn't realize it until the moment before she made a move, but the method was really bad. If Tian Lan was in my hands, I was [-]% sure to keep her with you." When we come."

Zhang Wubing said: "You are fighting in the realm of ghosts and immortals with your bare hands. If you can do this, it will be enough to spread the word."

Xu Beiyou said flatly: "I have the most brilliant sword art in the world, and I have many famous swords. I have countless opportunities. It is not surprising that I can do this. On the contrary, I have such unique conditions, but I am only a mediocre monk. That's a shame. To the late teacher."

Zhang Wubing said with great interest: "Do you want to be invincible in the same territory or even fight across the border? It's not easy. The last person who can do this is the former Emperor Xiaohuang."

Xu Beiyou said softly: "If you can really be invincible in the same realm... When you reach the realm of the earth fairy, wouldn't it be invincible in the world?"

Zhang Wubing turned to leave, and before leaving, he said, "The legendary fairyland cannot stay in the world for a long time, and the peak of the earthly fairyland is indeed invincible in the world."

Xu Beiyou was speechless in a daze. Xu Beiyou, who felt a little restless, came to the gate of the most important main hall in the whole temple. After a little hesitation, he still stepped into the main hall.

After entering the main hall, Xu Beiyou felt a chill for no reason. He only felt that the chill rose from the tailbone, went up the spine, and finally exploded suddenly on his scalp.

This is not an illusion created out of nothing, but an intuition that he has tempered in the dangers he encountered again and again.

Xu Beiyou stopped abruptly, cold sweat even dripping from his forehead.

A graceful figure in white clothes turned out from behind the Buddha statue of the third Buddha, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly, but Xu Beiyou still subconsciously felt that the figure that should be a woman was staring at him. Looking at himself, the whole person couldn't help becoming stiff, and even the movement of the Qi machine in the body began to become stagnant.

Misty, this is Xu Beiyou's first impression of women.

In the next moment, heaviness became Xu Beiyou's only feeling.

The woman's gaze seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing on Xu Beiyou's body, making him stoop involuntarily.

The afternoon sun shines into the hall through the doors and windows, and sprinkles golden spots on the dark ground. The woman walks slowly without making a sound.

At this time, Xu Beiyou was already half-kneeling on the ground. He barely raised his eyelids, and could only see the toes of a pair of plain white embroidered shoes, and the hem of the skirt of the same color. Each stitch was very delicate, and the hem of the skirt was embroidered with ink thread. I drew white foxes one by one, sketched with a few strokes, the shapes are different, lifelike, just like living things.

A cold voice sounded above Xu Beiyou's head, unhurriedly, "What's your name?"

Contrary to Xu Beiyou's expectation, the woman's voice was not as soft and waxy as that of Jiangnan women, but crisp and sharp with a part of northern women's voice.

Xu Beiyou almost exhausted all his strength to slowly raise his head. Although he still couldn't see the woman's real face clearly, he could see a black knife handle hanging from the woman's wrist.

During the first battle on Biyou Island, there were nine experts in the realm of the Earth Immortal watching the battle. Among them was a woman with a knife hanging from her wrist, standing with the later founding lord Wanyan Beiyue.

The woman dispelled the mist from her face, revealing her original face. If Xiao Zhinan is a beautiful and graceful peony, then the person in front of her is Manzhu Shahua, who is so charming that people can't help but think of death. Under the extreme beauty is a daunting interior.

You can't see the grass, you can't see the flowers, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, the leaves bloom and the flowers wither, looking across the bank, lovers of life and death.The wheel of fate, eternal life, can not meet each other.

This is the flower of the other shore.

What Xu Beiyou remembers most is the coldness of the woman. If Tang Shengyue is like a white mandala flower, her coldness is the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away after going through ups and downs, then the coldness of the woman in front of him It was Sen Han who was bloodstained and fierce in killing.

The woman stared at Xu Beiyou, narrowed her Danfeng eyes, and said softly, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The handle of the knife tied to her wrist by a thin thread moved on its own as if it had a spirituality, and then a sharp blade slowly extended from the handle and lay across Xu Beiyou's neck.

Xu Beiyou didn't dare to doubt the woman's cruelty at all.He believed that if he played any tricks, the woman would raise the knife without hesitation, let the other person's head fall to the ground, and the dead could not die again.If this woman is the one he saw on Biyou Island that day, even Zhang Wubing might not be able to save him.

However, Xu Beiyou didn't have much panic, because he could feel that the initial killing intent of the woman in front of him had slowly dissipated. The killing intent was the strongest before the knife was drawn, but after the knife was drawn, the killing intent began to weaken.

In other words, if Xu Beiyou was obedient, she would not really let Xu Beiyou's head fall.

The rope on the woman's wrist stretched and pulled by itself. The long knife seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and it changed its posture and lay across Xu Beiyou's neck. The woman turned around slowly.

The woman looked up at the big Buddha in the middle, which presented the only self-respecting appearance, and stood with her hands behind her back.

Finally, Xu Beiyou, who was no longer stared at by the woman, was relieved, and carefully stood up straight. The woman turned her back to Xu Beiyou, and said coldly, "I came here to find a man named Murong Xuanyin, but he is no longer here."

A look of surprise flashed across Xu Beiyou's eyes.

Xu Beiyou's subtle changes could not escape the woman's perception, she turned around, and said calmly: "Little guy, it seems that you are not simple, you have the realm of ghosts and immortals at a young age, and you know Murong Xuanyin. The person I am familiar with, plus this [-] Platinum Sword Qi cultivation, if I am not wrong, you are Gongsun Zhongmou's disciple."

"Did you ask senior's name?" Xu Beiyou finally asked the question he wanted to ask from the beginning.

The corner of the woman's mouth curled into a slight arc, not the softness of an ordinary woman, but condescending, "My surname is Qin, and my name is Mu Mian. Mu Gong's Mu is soft and soft."

Xu Beiyou lowered his head and said, "Boy Xu Beiyou has met Aunt Qin."

Qin Mumian shook her wrist, and the long knife drew a graceful and mysterious trajectory in mid-air, and returned to her wrist in the shape of a knife handle again.

Qin Mumian smiled lightly, as if he was interested in Aunt Qin's title, and said unhurriedly: "I've heard about you, your name is Xu Beiyou, Han Xuan's adopted son, Gongsun Zhongmou's disciple, you and I Master Zhang Xueyao is a close friend, from this point of view I am indeed your elder, it is not an exaggeration for you to call me aunt, but I don't like such cleverness."

Xu Beiyou raised his head and asked cautiously, "Then what should I call it?"

Qin Mumian thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Let's call him Aunt Qin. I feel a few decades younger when a little guy like you calls me Auntie."

Dozens.

Xu Beiyou was speechless, calling Aunt Qin earlier was indeed a trick he wanted to get close to, but now that this title is really settled, it still makes Xu Beiyou a little awkward.In terms of age, he is the same age as Xiao Zhinan, but in terms of seniority, he is a generation older than Xiao Zhinan.Qin Mumian, Tang Shengyue and others looked young and seemed to be similar to Xiao Zhinan, but they were actually Gongsun Zhongmou's same age and generation.

Qin Mumian raised his eyebrows suddenly, looked outside the main hall door, and said with a light smile: "Zhang Wubing is coming this way, it seems that he has already sensed that something is wrong, the young man who followed Tang Shengyue back then is now a famous sick tiger gone."

(End of this chapter)