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Chapter 117 An Yuan Hall

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Xiaoyu nodded stupidly and pinched Xiaobai's back hard.Be quick, she said to herself, no matter what happens on the road, remember that the only purpose of this trip is to survive, and the master must survive.

Not long after leaving the market and heading west, the words "Anyuan Tang" suddenly appeared in front of Xiaoyu's eyes.Unexpectedly, such a large drug store was in a mess. There were overgrown weeds at the entrance. A few gray-headed mice scurried out of the haystacks and passed under Xiaobai's belly like a leisurely stroll.

"Master, I feel the smell here is weird."

"Weird?" Ye Xiaolou said with a smile.

"Didn't Master notice? There is evil spirit here."

Ye Xiaolou smiled again, "That's because you are here."

"Of course not. I'm not a demon. Master, why are you making such a joke? By the way, why did you stop me that day and didn't let me explain? I'm not the leader of Liuji Hall at all, and it's best not to have anything to do with Liuji Hall. Any relationship.”

"Why did you suddenly think of talking about this?"

"Isn't it because you said you were a monster?" Xiaoyu said aggrievedly.

"It's obviously the demon you talked about first."

Neither of them lowered their voices, as if they were not afraid of others hearing what they were saying, and indeed someone heard what they said clearly.

The door of Anyuan Hall opened from the outside in. The person who opened the door was an old man, leaning on a cane. He looked nearly a hundred years old.

The old man's crutch tapped lightly on the stone steps under the door, and more than a hundred silver needles flew out.

The color of the sun suddenly changed at noon, the cold air was fierce, and the evil spirits began to steam overwhelmingly.

Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, turned around and hugged Ye Xiaolou, and hung upside down again. The two of them had already hidden under the belly of the little white horse.Rats were everywhere on the ground, escaping from the hair of the two of them.

The little white horse was injured by the silver needle, howling and rushing towards the door.

The old woman tapped her crutch on the ground again, and the door was closed from the inside out.

"This Anyuan Hall is so weird."

Before the words were finished, a streak of white light flew into the door and forcefully knocked the door open.

"Today we finally opened the door of Anyuan Hall. I have been waiting outside for nearly half a month."

The person who spoke was beautiful and elegant, but he was not dressed in ordinary clothes. He was dressed in a Taoist robe and looked like a Kunlun immortal. His moves were like the wind, swift and precise.

The fly whisk did not injure Xiaoyu and the others at all, nor did he use any more strength to firmly open the door of Anyuan Hall.

"If you have such power, why are you sneaking around outside?" the old woman shouted angrily.

"I do." The Taoist nun smiled, her voice even more beautiful and sweet.

Just listening to the girl's voice, she doesn't sound like a bad person.

Xiaoyu helped Ye Xiaolou up, and while the Taoist nun was talking to the old woman, she checked the little white horse's wounds, and then checked Ye Xiaolou back and forth. She relaxed her brows only when she was sure that Ye Xiaolou was not injured.

"Anyuan Hall has not welcomed guests for a long time. Why do you, a cultivator, wait here all day long, and push the door open so forcefully? If you can't speak clearly today, don't blame me for being rude."

The beautiful Taoist nun still looked disdainful, "If I tell you, I'm afraid someone will be scared to death; if I tell you, I'm afraid you, Anyuan Hall, will never have a peaceful life in the future."

"If you don't say it, you're the one who doesn't have a balance today, and you don't even want to leave here even if you put your wings on." After speaking, he raised his crutch forward like a sword in his hand, and what he used was actually a sword move.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaolou said leisurely: "I didn't expect that the Nether Swordsman who was famous in the world 30 years ago is not dead, but has been in Anyuan Hall. It's interesting." "What swordsman, what 30 years ago, master, this Why did the two of them start fighting before they could say a few words, and why do people here like to fight after they couldn't say a few words?"

Xiaoyu was puzzled and couldn't understand why Lu Ren was so quick to take action.

"I don't know, maybe women are like this, young and vigorous, old and persistent, so when young people meet old people, rookies meet old seniors, they have a fight, and they can talk well when they are divided."

Ye Xiaolou's words made Xiaoyu even more confused.Then he said: "I see that this girl's dress is very similar to the disciples from Qingxia Mountain just now. Isn't she also from Qingxia Mountain?"

"You don't like them?" Ye Xiaolou asked interestingly.

"I can't say whether I like her or not. I really don't know much about women. I just feel that it's difficult to understand a person's face and their heart. I don't understand what is going on behind a good-looking face."

"The hardest thing to predict in the world is the human heart. You still have a lot to learn in the future."

Hearing what Ye Xiaolou said, Xiaoyu felt a warm spring breeze in her heart. Duckweed shook her head and teased: "Master will always be by Xiaoyu's side, right? Always be by Xiaoyu's side, yes."

Three rays of cold light passed by Xiaoyu's eyes, and before she could finish her previous words, the cold light rolled up the green leaves and floated in all directions. Under the sun, the young Taoist nun was circling and flying, and dozens of sword auras were raised in the dust. Xiaoyu was fascinated by it and couldn't help but Said: "How come it is swordsmanship?"

Ye Xiaolou remained silent.

Goodbye, the Netherworld Swordsman's crutch has turned from defensive to offensive, and he is leaning on the crutch with his left hand, which is also the posture of holding a sword.

These two people are really strange. They both clearly use swordsmanship, so why don't they use swords?

"Xiaoyu, keep an eye on it."

"Yes, master, I'm watching."

"Is there anything special about the swordsmanship used by these two people?"

"Neither of these two people used swords."

Xiaoyu told the truth.

"anything else?"

"Also... ah, the young Taoist nun made fierce moves, one move after another, but the reality was inconsistent. Maybe because it was too fast, Xiaoyu couldn't see clearly.

That old swordsman is real in his deception, he defends when he attacks, and he makes every move step by step. If he continues like this, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Just say it."

"Master, Xiaoyu has never used a sword, so I really can't see why."

"Who said you haven't used a sword, and who told you that the person who uses the sword must have a sword in his hand?"

After listening to Ye Xiaolou's words, Xiaoyu looked at the two men more carefully. Although one was fast and the other was slow, their sword skills seemed to be in harmony with each other. If they dodge to the left, their sword moves would come from the right. , as soon as he leaned down, the sword energy rushed from top to bottom like a waterfall.

"Master, I'm getting more and more confused about how the two men's swordsmanship is so similar? No, it was different at first, but now it's becoming more and more similar."

"Then can you tell who looks like whom? Who is the sword and who is the shadow?"

Xiaoyu tried her best to watch dozens of moves again. The whisk wrapped around the crutch, and a burst of accumulated strength seemed to break the crutch.

"At this time, what would you do if you were an old woman?"

Xiaoyu looked at it seriously, her thoughts completely entering into the sword energy of the two. One moment she imagined herself as an old woman, and the other moment she imagined herself as a young Taoist nun.When Ye Xiaolou was suddenly asked this question, he had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know whether to take it seriously or not.

(End of this chapter)