River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 5 Alien Sword Qi
"No, sir, you misunderstood. The little girl really didn't think of harming him. It was the Raksha who wanted to do it himself, and the little girl couldn't stop it at all."

The woman tried to explain.

"If you can't stop it, you just let it attack me? Are you thinking that if I die, you can still go back and claim credit?"

"No...no..."

"What you said before is all lies, and none of them are true, right? Thanks to my good intentions, I took you in, so you bully me like this?"

Jiang Ling yelled and pointed at her with a picture scroll in his hand.

Frightened by the picture scroll, the woman was nervous and afraid, trying to explain, shaking her head frequently.

"My lord, please don't get me wrong, the little girl really can't help herself. If the little girl stopped her just now, once she is sued by it to her grandma, that little girl will perish forever..."

"Are you afraid that grandma will let you fall into hell forever, aren't you afraid that I will let your soul fly away to annihilation?"

"Scared." She lowered her head, her eyes were sad.

After a short while of silence, she added: "Little girl, to tell the truth, really did not intend to harm the husband. It's just that the situation of the husband is strange, and he is not like an ordinary person. I thought that the husband is a person who lacks yang, but I didn't expect Mr. Lang is actually a stranger..."

"Lack of yang? What is a lack of yang?"

"There are [Jing], [Qi], and [Shen] on the head of a living person. Whenever someone comes to the temple to borrow, grandma will send us to ask for it. The two skills used are nothing but [wealth] and [sex].

Those who are fascinated by beauty will weaken or even extinguish the 【Fire of Essence】;
If you accept money again, [God's Fire] will also go to destruction.

Usually, as long as one of the three fires is extinguished, we can take advantage of it.

The scholar in another meditation room in the courtyard is neither lustful nor greedy for money. We can't extinguish his yang fire.Therefore, it is difficult to attack him.

Mr. Ke, you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"The three fires on your head are completely extinguished, and you don't have any yang energy at all. That's why the Raksha ghost couldn't help but move his hands on you."

The woman looked aggrieved.

Jiang Ling was shocked, he didn't have the three fires of spirit, energy and spirit?
Generally speaking, as long as it is a living person, there must be three fires on its head.

If the fire is strong, people will be strong, and ghosts and gods will be difficult to approach.

If the fire is weak, people will decline and bad luck will come.

Thinking that I am in a special situation, it may be normal to not have the [Jing Qi Shen] three fires.

The blackened ingot on the ground has now revealed its original shape. It is not gold or silver at all, but a piece of dry bone.

"If you fail, can grandma plan other methods?" Jiang Ling asked.

The woman shook her head: "Your Majesty is very powerful, I'm afraid grandma won't come to your door again."

The means are powerful?

Jiang Ling felt bitter in his heart, only he knew it.

How can he have any means?
He has not understood the reason why the paintings drawn by hand can actually come true.

If the grandma really has other means, or will send other people, then he can only choose the opportunity to go first.

Thinking of leaving, he touched the black ring on his left index finger.

'Before turning the ring, I came here, if I turn it again, will I go to other places? '

The woman looked out of the window at this time, feeling uncertain.

"I told my husband about this, and my grandma will never let me go. And I didn't want to do these evil deeds for my grandma. After dawn, I asked my husband to take the little girl's bones away under the banyan tree on the mountain behind the temple. Only in this way can we get out of the clutches of grandma. If the gentleman is willing to fulfill his wish, the little girl will be a slave and a horse in the future to repay him.”

The woman knelt down and begged.

"can."

Jiang Ling replied, but sighed in his heart, it would be fine if he could survive till dawn and promise you.

I'm afraid that in the middle of the night, it may not be peaceful anymore.

Holding the paintings in my hand, I don't know if they will come out to bless me next time.

'Since this painting can have such power, why don't I paint a few more? '

It might not work, but what if?
Thinking of this, he said to Nie Qian, "Can you find some paper with me?"

Nie Qian nodded, her body was like the wind, drifting away, and after a few breaths, drifted back again.

When I came, I had a lot of volumes in my hand.

"It's all left by the scholars who passed by here before."

She put the volume on the ground.

Jiang Ling picked a few pieces of cooked rice paper which were of good quality, spread them on the ground, and found a piece of charcoal by the fire, sharpened it, and sketched a sword.

Strange to say, when the painting was not completed, his body did not feel strange.

But when the painting was finished, the body suddenly felt exhausted, as if he hadn't slept all night, and his energy was greatly reduced.

The eyelids are drooping and I can't help but close them.

He hastily shook his head and forcibly pulled himself together.

'Why are you so tired all of a sudden?I can't sleep anymore, if I fall asleep, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys will be hollowed out by ghosts in the second half of the night! '

Reminding myself like this, I only hold on for ten breaths, exhausted like a tide, coming suddenly and violently, after all, it is difficult to hold back, and the last sliver of clarity is drowned in it.

Squinting his eyes, he lost consciousness.

"Lang Jun..."

Seeing this, Nie Qian called twice.

Frightened by the picture scroll beside him, she didn't dare to get close, so she had to squat by the fire, quietly waiting for him to wake up.

When it's ugly,
Outside the meditation room, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

Someone was shouting in the wind—"Xiaoqian, where are you, why haven't you come back?"

Listen to the voice, it's an old woman.

But Nie Qian in the meditation room tensed up when she heard this voice, and couldn't help calling out Mr. Lang twice.

But Jiang Ling fell into a deep sleep, unable to wake up at all.

After a while, the wind outside the house stopped, and the person who shouted seemed to have disappeared.

Nie Qian looked out through the rotten door, but looked at it, and suddenly saw a wrinkled old face on the shabby window.

It was a white-haired old woman who had lost all her teeth.

Seeing Nie Qian inside, she smiled.

But Nie Qian panicked,

I don't know who this old woman is. From the moment she saw her, Nie Qian was like a mouse seeing a cat.I was trembling all over.

"Xiaoqian, it's so late, why don't you go home?" the old woman said on the window.

Nie Qian looked at the old woman, then at Jiang Ling who was sleeping soundly on the ground, undecided.A choke in my throat and I don't know how to speak.

While the old woman was speaking, her neck stretched so long that it extended more than three feet from the window.

Seeing this, Nie Qian's expression changed drastically, and her thoughts changed, she mustered up her courage and wanted to reach out to push Jiang Ling.

But at this moment, the two scrolls around Jiang Ling began to shake.

Especially the newly painted long sword,

It trembled three times on the ground, suddenly blooming like an autumn golden chrysanthemum, a hundred flowers killing each other, and the bright orange light is dazzling.

A streak of horses flew out of the scroll,
With a choking sound, the window sill was pierced, and the old woman's neck was cut off on the spot.

Immediately, the orange horse circled in the air and returned to the painting.

The old woman's head fell and fell into the meditation room, but it turned into a piece of black rotten wood.

A little bit of scarlet remains on the window sill, like blood and mysterious juice.

Witnessing this scene, Nie Qian grabbed her chest, trembling in her heart, and sat where she was, not even daring to move.

(End of this chapter)