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 unkind and his words were irritable. It's no wonder that one moment he was in a gentle countryside, and the next moment he was in the wilderness. It was inevitable for anyone to have sudden changes in his mind. It was rare that he didn't show panic.

bite!

Suddenly, there was a soft 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 made a flower.

The cold light is flashing, the cold wind is biting, and the strength and the spirit are combined, reflecting the extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship.

This knife was originally the man's portable 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 increase his momentum. When he speaks, he has a strong flavor: "I suddenly fell into a coma. , Could it be that you were kidnapped here? What’s your purpose? You dare to take advantage of me, Shaanbei Ghost Tou Dao Xiong Ling!”

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

"Huh?" Dai Guo frowned. Because he didn't know Qiu Yan's plan, he didn't say anything and just stared at him coldly.

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

When Qiu Yan saw this, he uttered such a sentence. The other party became angry when he heard the words, and was about to rebuke him. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan's feet did not move, he raised his hand, his sleeves snapped, and his true energy surged out, whistling and surging. , this big man didn't even have time to react, he was enveloped by the pressure of the air wave, his muscles and bones trembled, and he was crushed to the ground!

"What! Swinging his sleeves in the air, he actually suppressed people in the air! What kind of method is this? Could it be that this scholar is an innate master?"

An innate master refers to a destiny cultivator who has broken through the bottleneck of the Foundation Establishment Realm and is no longer limited to flesh and blood, but instead tempers the seven souls. Due to the relationship between inheritance and cause and effect, destiny cultivator monks are not public in the world, but are famous. There are not many people, and it is regarded by some as a martial arts myth.

Xiong Ling, a big man with a beard, had never seen a monk in the Soul Refining Realm, so he had no way of distinguishing Qiu Yan's cultivation level, but he could see how powerful it was from this simple movement. As soon as he lay on the ground, he immediately became frightened, and there was a deep feeling in his heart. Feeling regretful, he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but before the words came out, Qiu Yan's voice floated into his ears——

"I don't have time to play tricks with you to hide your cultivation. When you think about it yourself, the reasons will be obvious. Don't ask me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yan swung his sleeves again, and his true energy flipped in the air, covering the long-haired swordsman and the two well-dressed men.

Before the Qi Jin could arrive, the three of them burst into flames. They had obviously regained consciousness long ago and were lurking secretly, closing their eyes and waiting for opportunities. However, they could not escape Qiu Yan's perception. They were directly seen through and heavy pressure came upon them.

At this time, three people stood up violently, one stabbed with a long sword, and the cold light was like water. The two fists and feet rose up with all their strength, but in an instant they were suppressed with overwhelming force, falling down 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 fit of excitement, then fell down in panic, followed closely by the man in brocade and the bookboy Xiaoyu who also woke up and shouted.

The tall, thin scholar, on the other hand, took a long breath on the ground, then stood up slowly, and thanked Qiu Yan and others.

Not long after, the middle-aged scribe calmed down, shook his head, and whispered: "I relaxed my vigilance for no reason, entered that inn, and then passed out for no reason. When I woke up, it seemed that the sea had changed, and the scene had changed drastically. Could it be that? Is it the encounter with the monster recorded in the Zhiguai Note? This is considered a rare experience, so I should write it down."

Then, regardless of it, he took out the pen and paper from his sleeve, smacked the pen in his mouth, and wrote down on the paper, describing his personal experience.

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

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "Things that you have never seen before do not mean that they are strange things. As long as someone does it, there is meaning behind it." He glanced at the middle-aged scribe, let go of the control of his energy, and let the elder The swordsman and others stood up again.

These people are considered good players in the martial arts world. They were pressed down by the volley, and their emotions such as anger and shock alternated, mixed with deep fear. After thinking about everything, they finally realized what they had encountered and calmed down.

"Are you an immortal?" The bearded man stood up again, but he no longer dared to make any mistakes.

The two men in fine attire had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces, but they didn't say much. Instead, they hurriedly returned to the man in fine attire, alert and alert, looking well-trained.

The scene suddenly became silent.

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

"Thank you for saving me. Zhang Yueding will remember it and ask my benefactor to tell me your name." The long-haired swordsman put away his sword and walked over.

Qiu Yan said, "Qiu's coming here is also a coincidence. Needless to say, if you are grateful, you should pay attention in the future and lend a helping hand if you see similar things."

"Monk! Monk! You must be a monk!" At this time, the young man in gilded clothes suddenly ran over and knelt down on the ground as if he had just woken up from a dream. "I, Zhao Dayou, would like to offer half of my family property and ask the monk to accept me as his disciple." , pass down the method of immortality!”

Qiu Yan shook his head and ignored it. He bent down and pinched the neck of the puppy at his feet, lifted it up, and then said: "We are destined to meet each other. See you soon, everyone."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by a shout mixed with crying.

"This young master, please save my young master!" Accompanying the voice was a figure running over quickly. He fell to his knees with a plop, but it was the book boy Xiaoyu.

"The villain has blind eyes, and I have offended you. Please don't remember the villain's fault. It's just that my young master is always willing to help others. This time, he is in trouble and has no pulse. Please save him!"

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then he noticed that when he shocked everyone's souls and woke them up, he ignored You Zui, and the scholar did not wake up, "You Zui hasn't woken up yet? No pulse?"

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

When the book boy saw this scene, he didn't bother to wipe the tears on his face and quickly followed him.

When he came to You Zui's side, Qiu Yan frowned, knelt down, stretched out his hand and pinched You Zui's body. His consciousness swept across the body and noticed that the other person'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 turtle breath. The screen gathered the brilliance before, and although the drunken soul was shaken, it was settled by me. Logically speaking, it should not be unable to wake up. What is the reason? ?”

Thinking like this, he probed again, covering the other person's body, and finally found something abnormal.

"This Youzui's soul is lifeless, with almost no thoughts beating. All his thoughts seem to be gathered together..."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan turned his eyes and fell on the scroll next to him.

The scroll was originally held by the woman in white, but that woman was just a desire in the heart of You Zui, which was used by Ling Hui Po to project it into reality. She was never a real person, and now she has disappeared without a trace.

The scroll held by the woman naturally fell to the ground. After the inn disappeared, it rolled down into the grass.

However, Qiu Yan could now feel a little beating of thoughts from the scroll, connected with You Zui's flesh and blood body.

"Calligraphy and painting express lovesickness. When you were painting, you were too involved and put your mind on it?"

He reached out and took the scroll away, and the woman in white on the paper was revealed again.

"It turns out that this scholar really painted such a painting. I thought I was just dreaming." The voice of Xiong Ling, a tall man with a beard, came from behind. They all followed, but they were far away from Qiu Yan. As silent as a cicada.

"This painting is of great skill and has more charm, but it has an obscure meaning and is quite inconsistent." The middle-aged scholar looked at the painting and sighed, seeming to be quite knowledgeable.

The thin scholar took two steps forward, glanced at it, and said: "I am afraid that this painting was created by this person's whim, but after exhausting his efforts, he may not be able to produce such a painting in the future."

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

At this time, the middle-aged scribe's panic disappeared, and his face showed a little excitement. He took a pen and hurriedly recorded it in the book in his hand, and said: "Tonight's experience is really eye-opening. If you write it all down... Huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he exclaimed. It turned out that the pen in his hand flew out on its own. He had just experienced the demon disaster and was still frightened. This scene immediately shocked everyone around him. When Qiu Yan spoke, , and then I felt relieved again.

"Borrow me a pen."

It turned out that Qiu Yanling grabbed the pen empty-handedly, took the pen over, held it in his hand, and pointed it downwards!

The surging energy and blood followed this stroke, dotted it on the paper, and sketched a dot on the woman's forehead. Injecting energy, blood and thoughts, it vibrated in it.

Snap!

Immediately, thoughts surged out from the painting and followed the connection back to Youzui. Youzui groaned, flicked his fingers, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Sir, you are finally awake!" Xiaoyu, the book boy, burst into tears of joy.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with me?" Youzui stood up, recalled for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "So that's it, I understand, this time it's all in vain. The last time the fairy in the fairy mountain was able to see him was How can we have other extravagant hopes after being created, so that the evil spirits can take advantage of it..."

As he was speaking, he was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Young Master You..."

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

The sound came from the painting! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)