After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 8
Ning Qingyuan was a little stupid, but he wasn't stupid. He immediately took out his weapon and stood over.

Yun Weixian leaned against the bedpost and looked at the five people.

One at the early stage of Golden Core, two at the late stage of foundation establishment, one at the middle stage of foundation establishment, and one at the early stage of foundation establishment.

It is said that there are five people, but the other four people added together are not as good as a golden core stage sword cultivator.

The twins' hands are empty, with the fragrance of herbs on their bodies, they should both be majoring in alchemy.

The fifth senior brother is a piano repairer, which is inexplicably out of line.

As for Xiaoliu... Just hold a hatchet, but you can't feel the connection between him and the knife at all. It can be seen that he has never learned the knife technique seriously, and he is just willful.

It seems that it is basically a state that is piled up by spiritual energy and elixir.

If Yan Wenshu was just a fancy swordsman... no, even if he wasn't, it would be useless.

It was stolen.

As soon as the sigh fell, the visitor was already walking up and down to the second floor in a leisurely manner.

It was a man dressed in black, with a fierce aura, and a pair of peach blossom eyes, which were sparkling and passionate by nature.

If he suppresses his cultivation and shows weakness again, he might really be regarded as an ignorant young master.

Yun Weixian sat still like a faithful caregiver, but he blinked.

Hmm, looks familiar?

The man in black glanced at the seven people in the room, and quickly locked onto Yan Wenshu.

"what's your name?"

His voice was unexpectedly nice, his tone was gentle, like a kind elder.

The moment he saw the man, Yan Wenshu knew clearly that even if the six of them fought together, they might not be able to hurt each other at all.

Although he was very unwilling, but after gritted his teeth and thought about it, he still let go of the hilt of his sword, cupped his fists and bowed.

"Yan Wenshu met senior."

"Eldest brother..." Qiu Ci couldn't hold back his voice for a while, but after being glanced at by Yan Wenshu, he held back.

The man in black sat leisurely, on the chair that Yun Weixian sat on just now, glanced at the unfinished pastries in the opened food box, and raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have a quirk of beating children." He turned his attention to Yan Wenshu again, and asked rather distressed, "Do you have any secret rooms or forbidden areas here? I just searched around and found nothing. I didn’t find it, but I ate a mouthful of miasma.”

Yan Wenshu could probably guess that the target of the other party was not theirs, but how should he answer?

To be honest, the other party must be dissatisfied.

But if there is, where does it become a secret room or a forbidden place for him?

"Don't worry, just tell the truth."

"No, senior."

Realizing that he said it without thinking, Yan Wenshu was startled, and his hand holding the sword tightened slightly to cover up the slight trembling.

There's something wrong with his voice!
If he used his voice to control them to do it themselves, then there was really no need for him to do it himself.

Just as Yan Wenshu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, racking his brains to see if he had the strength to deal with it, he heard a lazy female voice.

At that moment, his gripped mind suddenly calmed down.

It seemed that the sky that was about to fall was gently carried by someone.

"What are you looking for?"

"Huh?" The man in black followed the sound, paused for a moment to meet Shangyun Weixian's curious eyes, and then replied as if improvising his words, "I'm looking for something that you must have here. "

"?" Are you sure it's not an excuse for trouble?

Yun Weixian looked at him intently, feeling more and more familiar, and asked with some uncertainty: "Well, is your surname Qi? Qi..."

She pressed her head, always feeling that there should be a name in her head, but she just couldn't remember it.

Accidents protrude!

The moment Yun Weixian put down his hand, a silver light was already in sight.

"Seventh Junior Sister, be careful!"

(End of this chapter)