Dao fruit.

"Hey, the three over there, do you know what happened here? Why are we all lying down and only you three are intact?"

The man's tone was not kind, and his words were irritable. It's no wonder that one moment he was still in the gentle country, and the next moment he fell into the wilderness. Anyone who changed it would inevitably have a sudden change of mind. It is rare to not show panic.

Ding!

Suddenly, there was a light sound under his feet, the big man looked down, jumped on his toes, picked up the simple knife in the grass, held it in his hand, and swung the knife.

The cold light is flickering, the cold wind is bitter, and the combination of strength and spirit reflects the extraordinary attainments of swordsmanship.

This knife was originally a big man's personal weapon. Because the inn, tables and chairs disappeared and fell into the grass, now he holds the knife again and uses the light of the knife to enhance his momentum. When he speaks, he has a strong taste: "I suddenly faint , Could it be that you have followed your way? Was you taken captive here? What is your purpose? Even the idea of ​​my northern Shaanxi ghost sword, Xiongling, dares to fight!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Qiu Yan and the others.

"Huh?" Dai Guo frowned, because he didn't know Qiu Yan's plan, he didn't make a sound, but just stared at him coldly.

"You are a big man, why should I kidnap you?"

Seeing this, Qiu Yan uttered such a sentence. The other party was angry when he heard the words, and was about to reprimand him. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan didn't move his feet, raised his hands and swung them, his sleeves snapped, and his true energy gushed out, roaring , this big man didn't even have time to react, he was shrouded in the coercion of the air wave, his muscles and bones trembled, and he was crushed to the ground!

"What! Swinging your sleeves across the air, you actually overwhelm people in the air! What kind of method is this? Could it be that this scholar is an innate master?"

A congenital master refers to a martial artist who has broken through the bottleneck of the foundation-building realm, is no longer limited to flesh and blood, and has instead tempered the seven souls. Due to the relationship between inheritance and cause and effect, the monks of life are not publicized in the arena, and their reputation spreads There are not many people, and some people regard it as a martial arts myth.

This big man with beards, Xiong Ling, has never seen a cultivator in the Soul Refining Realm, so he has no way of distinguishing Qiu Yan's cultivation level, but from this simple movement, he can see how powerful he is. As soon as he lay down on the ground, he immediately became horrified, and his heart was full of fear. Feeling regretful, he wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could say anything, Qiu Yan's voice wafted into his ears——

"I don't have time to play any hidden cultivation drama with you guys. When you think about it yourself, the reason of the matter will naturally become clear. Don't ask me."

After saying those words, Qiu Yan flicked his sleeves again, and turned his true energy into the air, covering the long-haired swordsman and the two well-dressed men.

Before the Qi Jin arrived, the three of them violently rose up, and they clearly regained consciousness early on, lurking secretly, closing their eyes and waiting for an opportunity, but they couldn't escape Qiu Yan's perception, they were directly seen through, and they were under heavy pressure.

At this moment, the three of them rose violently, one stabbed with a long sword, the cold light was like water, and the two of them raised their fists and feet with great strength, but they were all crushed down in an instant, falling faster than they jumped up, and fell heavily on the ground!

Boom!

The ground shook, and the shock wave spread. The remaining unconscious people were stimulated and woke up one after another.

The middle-aged scribe got up in a jerk, then fell down in a panic, followed by the man in brocade clothes and the book boy Xiaoyu who also woke up, and then screamed.

On the contrary, the tall and thin scholar let out a long breath on the ground, then slowly got up, and thanked Qiu Yan and others.

Not long after, the middle-aged scholar calmed down, shook his head, and whispered: "For no reason, I let down my vigilance, entered that inn, and fell into a coma for no reason. Is it the monster encounter recorded in the Zhiguai notebook? This is a rare experience, so it should be recorded."

Then, he didn't care about it, took out the pen and paper from his sleeve, squeezed the pen in his mouth, and began to record on the paper, describing his personal experience.

"These people are really strange." Seeing the strange behavior of these people, Dai Guo couldn't help but say something.

But Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "Things that have not been seen before do not mean that they are strange things. As long as someone does them, there is meaning behind them." The swordsman and the others stood up again.

These people can be regarded as good players in the martial arts. They were suppressed by the volley, and their emotions such as anger and shock changed alternately, mixed with deep fear. After thinking about everything, they finally realized what happened to them and calmed down.

"Are you an immortal?" The big man with the beard got up again, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

The two well-dressed men had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces, but they didn't say much. They hurried back to the man in brocade clothes, focused on their vigilance, and looked well-trained.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

"Could it be that monsters live in the inn just now?" The big man with beard tremblingly looked at Qiu Yan and asked in a low voice.

"Thank you for your help, Zhang Yue must keep it in mind, and please benefactor to tell me your name." The long-haired swordsman put away his long sword and walked over.

But Qiu Yan said: "Qiu's coming here is also a coincidence, so there is no need to say too much. If you are grateful, you should pay attention to it in the future. If you see similar things, you might as well lend a helping hand."

"Friar! Monk! You must be a monk!" At this time, the young man in brocade clothes suddenly ran over as if he had just woken up from a dream, and fell to his knees directly, "I, Zhao Dayou, would like to give half of my family property, and I beg the monk to accept me as a disciple. , Pass down the law of longevity!"

Qiu Yan shook his head, ignored it, bent down and pinched the neck of the puppy under his feet, lifted it up, and then said: "It is fate to meet each other, everyone, we will see you later."

When the words fell, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by shouts mixed with crying.

"Young Master, please save my Young Master!" Accompanied by the voice, was a figure running over quickly, and fell to his knees with a plop, but it was the schoolboy Xiaoyu.

"The villain has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, offended you, please don't forget the villain, but my son is always willing to help others, this time it's so bad, I have no pulse, please save me!"

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he noticed that when he shook everyone's souls and woke them up, he ignored You Zui, and the scholar didn't wake up, "Haven't You Zui woke up yet? No pulse?"

He didn't like or dislike this scholar, but since he met him, he couldn't ignore it, so he walked over.

When the book boy saw this scene, he hurriedly followed without wiping away the tears on his face.

Coming to You Zui's side, Qiu Yan frowned, squatted down, stretched out his hand to pinch You Zui's body, swept away his consciousness, and noticed that the other party's soul had returned to its place.

"Sure enough, the energy is like a gossamer, the pulse is extremely weak, and I have fallen into the state of the turtle's breath. Before the screen closed the brilliance, although this wandering drunk soul was shaken, it was fixed by me. It stands to reason that it shouldn't be able to wake up. What is the reason? ?”

Thinking this way, he probed his perception again, covering the opponent's whole body, and finally found something abnormal.

"This drunken soul is lifeless, his thoughts are almost invisible, and his thoughts seem to be gathered..."

Thinking about it, Qiu Yan turned his gaze, and his gaze fell on the scroll next to him.

This picture scroll was held by a woman in white, but that woman was just a little desire in You Zui's heart, which was used by Ling Hui Po to draw it out and project it into reality. She was never a real person, and now she has disappeared without a trace.

The picture scroll held by the woman fell to the ground, and after the inn disappeared, it rolled into the grass.

However, Qiu Yan can now feel a little thought beating from the scroll, connected with the drunken flesh and blood body.

"Calligraphy and painting send lovesickness. You are too involved in painting when you are drunk, and put all your heart on it?"

He stretched out his hand and took the scroll away, revealing the woman in white on the paper again.

"It turns out that this scholar really drew such a picture. I thought it was all in a dream just now." The voice of the bearded man Xiong Ling came from behind, and they all followed, but they were far away from Qiu Yan. Silence like a cicada.

"This painting is superb and has a charm, but it has a kind of obscure meaning, which is quite inconsistent." The middle-aged literati looked at the painting and sighed, as if he was quite knowledgeable.

The skinny scholar took two steps forward, glanced at it, and said: "I am afraid that this painting was made because of the enthusiasm of this person, but it has exhausted all the effort, and it may not be possible to have such a skill in the future."

The long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue, the young man in brocade clothes Zhao Dayou and others also followed without saying a word, but they both looked at Qiu Yan with something in their eyes, as if they wanted something.

At this time, the middle-aged scholar's panic disappeared, his face showed a little excitement, he took a pen, and hurriedly recorded in the book in his hand, and said in his mouth: "The experience tonight is really eye-opening. If you write them all down...huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he exclaimed. It turned out that the pen in his hand flew out by itself. He had just experienced a demon ordeal, and just when he was still in fear, this scene immediately shocked everyone around him. When Qiu Yan opened his mouth, , I was relieved again.

"Borrow a pen."

It turned out that it was Qiu Yanling who grabbed the pen and took it, held it in his hand, and pointed down!

Surging Qi and blood flowed down this stroke, dotted on the paper, outlined a point on the woman's forehead, injected Qi, blood and thoughts, and oscillated in it.

Snapped!

Immediately, thoughts gushed out from the painting, following the connection back to You Zui, You Zui groaned, flicked his fingers, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion.

"My lord, you are awake!" the book boy Xiaoyu burst into tears with joy.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with me?" You Zui got up, recalled for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "So that's it, I understand, this time it's all in vain. Good luck, how can there be other extravagant hopes, so that the evil spirits can take advantage of it..."

He was talking, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Young Master You..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden chill all around, Xiong Ling and the others subconsciously shuddered, Qiu Yan's complexion also changed suddenly, his eyes turned, and fell on the three-foot scroll.

The sound came from the painting! (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)