Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 69 The Enemy of Life

After three breaths, Mu Hanchan escaped from the woodshed.

Standing in the courtyard, he took a deep breath of air, listening to the wind whizzing past in the sky from time to time.

This was the first time he saw the girl's body.

It is impossible to say that there is no wave in the heart.But it is impossible to say that you cannot extricate yourself.

Since he was a child, his heart has been tougher than others.

He knew very well that the girl did not like him, let alone love him.It's a kind of panic in desperation.

Of course, it was her choice.

But if the person who made the move today was not Mu Hanchan, but other immortal cultivators, I am afraid that the girl would make the same choice.

This is one of the reasons why Mu Hanchan is rational and calm.

The second is that he really can't give the other party anything.He didn't want, and it was impossible, to take a girl with him when he just left the magic altar and didn't have a detailed understanding of this world of cultivating immortals.

It's a drag and an unnecessary responsibility.

It was also part of the reason why he didn't dare to deviate from the Second Witch even though he was in a superior position in the magic world.

Everything is too early!

The third is that he has not forgotten the girl in his heart, it is his purpose of going to the magic altar, and the reason for leaving the magic altar.

Back in the firewood room, the girl squatted in a corner, covering herself with a nightdress and sobbing softly.

Even though it was her own wishful thinking, Mu Hanchan's choices and actions still hurt her.She felt very sad and hurt her self-esteem.

Because this is already the limit of what she can do.

"Go back to sleep." Mu Hanchan said.

The girl said, "You go out first."

Mu Hanchan returned to the courtyard again.

The girl put on her nightdress, went out of the firewood room, and looked at Mu Hanchan for a while, but he didn't look back.

Four watch.

When the father and daughter were both sound asleep, Mu Hanchan quietly left the fisherman's house with her only package.

This is the fourth girl he met in his life, named: Liu Fangqian.

Jinhua Town.

At noon, people in the town came and went, shoulder to shoulder.

Although it is a small town, the traffic on the main street is quite large during peak hours.

A boy in sackcloth was watching from side to side in the crowd.

"Hey, uncle! Do you know where to sell maps?"

"Map? Why are you buying this thing?"

"I need to use it when I travel far."

"West, west...!"

"Oh, thank you."

map shop.

A boy in sackcloth was browsing the shop.

"Hey! Little brother, what do you want?"

It seems that the young man has been browsing for a long time but has not selected, the shopkeeper asked.

"I need one, or several maps." The young man said.

"Then... how old do you want to be?"

"Well, one sheet with a radius of thousands of miles, one sheet with a radius of ten thousand miles, and one sheet with a radius of one hundred thousand miles."

"What? Thousands of miles, one hundred thousand miles?" the shopkeeper asked in surprise.

Then he said: "No, no, I don't have such a big one."

"Then how big is your place?" the young man asked.

The shopkeeper replied: "Ten-mile street map, twenty-mile Jinhua town center map, fifty-mile town center map, and Baili town edge map."

"Also..." the shopkeeper said: "There are also hundreds of miles away, but the accuracy is not accurate. It may be a few miles away, or even dozens of miles."

"Then how big is the biggest map you have here?" the young man asked again.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and said, "The biggest one... it's about [-] miles to the north of Shacheng... even if it's a thousand miles away."

Mu Hanchan frowned upon hearing this.

The shopkeeper smiled sheepishly and said, "This...mainly in Shacheng, there must be a better map there, so there is no need for me to make a bigger one here."

"Why?" Mu Hanchan asked puzzled.

He asked again: "Isn't Jinhua Town a town? Shacheng is a small town?"

When the shop owner heard this, he immediately said, "Oh, little brother, that's not how it is calculated... Although Shacheng is a small town, it is a concentration area for immortal cultivators. No matter how big Jinhua Town is, it's just a town for mortals!"

Cultivator?
Mu Hanchan's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "Then how much is your map?"

"How big do you want?"

"The biggest is the one that goes to Shacheng."

"50 Wen."

Only then did Mu Hanchan realize that he didn't have copper coins, and said, "I have spirit stones, can I buy them?"

"Spiritual stone? I don't accept it here. It's useless if I ask for it. You can go to the gold shop in the city, or at least the silver shop to exchange it, but I can tell you, people's exchange at least starts with a spiritual stone. The exchange limit is also a maximum of one spirit stone, if you only have a little gravel, forget it, don't exchange it."

"Where is it?"

"No...there, go east...turn the corner, the second street..."

"OK, thanks."

After saying that, Mu Hanchan left, reached an inconspicuous corner, took out a spirit stone from the package, put it in his arms, and then entered the gold shop.

After a while, Mu Hanchan left with a tael of gold, and went to a silver shop under the guidance of a passer-by. He exchanged it for silver and a small amount of copper coins, and was also presented with a large backpack.

Now his black package also has a place to put it, and it doesn't look so conspicuous.

After doing all this, he bought a map with a radius of [-] miles under the shocked eyes of the shopkeeper, and took an ordinary carriage to Shacheng at a post station in the north of the city.

He had a bad feeling, because the All Souls Stone always had a slight yellow glow, and a slightly stronger green glow.And he had obviously left the Fallen Lake.

This light made him uneasy, and in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he took a short rest and left.

Early morning three days later.

Beside the fishing lake in Jinhua Town, some fishermen are about to start their boats to go fishing.

Suddenly, a group of people flew obliquely from the sky, stepping on a large feather.

After landing.

"Eldest brother, is this the place?" One person asked.

A young man wearing a full moon silver robe said, "That's right, it's here, but the spiritual power has disappeared."

"Didn't you say that there are 14 days for spiritual power to decay? Today is only the 11th day." A monk wearing a silver robe of the crescent moon asked.

The other party said impatiently: "I said up to 14 days, up to [-] days, understand?"

The latter was yelled at and dared not speak.

"Is it possible that someone got there first?"

"Huh?" The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if he had expected this situation.

So he asked the fisherman: "Is there anything unusual here recently? Or have you seen any special people?"

Only then did the fishermen come to their senses and said, "Yes, yes, the lake was frozen two days ago."

The group of people ignored them after they landed, almost treating them as nothing, but the other party asked questions and waited for an immediate answer.

"Is it the whole lake?"

"Yes, yes, Shangxian." The fisherman replied in fear.

A monk wearing a silver robe of the crescent moon asked: "Could it be Bing Yuanzi? Frozen lake, in the spirit pill realm, I am afraid that he is the only one who can do it."

Hearing the words Bing Yuanzi, the young man's eyes turned cold, and he asked again: "Have you seen any suspicious people?"

"No, no, just such a strange thing happened."

The young man reminded again: "A boy who looks very young, his appearance is not good, and his behavior is not good."

"No, no..." the fisherman said again.

Seeing that the clue was broken, the young man was a little frustrated.

"Then let's go, big brother."

Just as the group was about to leave, a limping fisherman who seemed to have a wound on his thigh said, "Yes, Master Liu, there was a strange boy two days ago. It's a bit like what you said."

The young man asked, "Which one is it?"

"Over there...go over there...go further in..." said the fisherman, and added: "He hurt my leg."

Ok?
The young man was immediately attracted and checked his wound, which was still frozen.

"What a powerful ice-attribute spiritual power, it seems to be Bing Yuanzi." A monk wearing Crescent Moon Silver said.

But the young man frowned. It was a good ice attribute spiritual power, but it would be too outrageous to say that it was done by Bing Yuanzi.

A fisherman.

"Father, I went out to play." The girl said.

The middle-aged man said: "Come back soon."

After all, the middle-aged man went back to the house.

Since the incident three days ago, the father and daughter had tacitly agreed and never mentioned the boy again.Mu Hanchan also disappeared into the long river of life of the two of them like a leaf falling into the river from a tree by the river.

Not long after the girl left, a group of people appeared in the courtyard.

The young man immediately saw several tapered holes on the ground and squatted down to check.

"What a tyrannical spiritual power, it seems to be Bing Yuanzi." A monk wearing a silver robe of the crescent moon said again.

The young man was immediately annoyed, and said, "Can you shut up? Or don't mention this ice yuanzi? You look at the hole, it's clearly caused by minor repairs in the spiritual realm, what kind of ice yuanzi are you trying to force?"

"But senior brother, you know, this Bing... oh no, this genius boy Guaixiu likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Didn't you also suffer from him before?"

He also said: "Although this bit of ice attribute damage does not conform to his own cultivation, the frozen lake does."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man came out of the house, saw a group of people and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The young man asked: "I heard that there was a strange boy living in your home before?"

The middle-aged man asked, "What do you want from him?" He obviously didn't realize the identities of the people in front of him.

"I'll just ask you, where is he now?" the young man pressed.

The middle-aged man hesitated and said, "This..."

And it was this hesitation that ruined his life.

The young man waved one hand, and the water in the well gushed out, wrapping the middle-aged man inside, forming a big water ball.

five breaths...

ten breaths...

Twenty breaths...

When the middle-aged man was about to be drowned, he stopped. The middle-aged man fell to the ground from the air, coughing loudly and panting.

"Speak or not?"

The middle-aged man was still coughing, but he didn't answer.

As soon as the young man's eyes turned cold, he wanted to kill him, but the monk at the side persuaded him: "Senior brother, no."

So the young man waved his hand, and another thread of water cut towards the middle-aged man's arm.

"what!"

The middle-aged man screamed in pain, and one arm broke in response.

"Speak or not?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer, so the young monk swung his hand again, and the water cutting technique cut off the opponent's other arm.

(End of this chapter)