Mortal Bones

"What the hell? Why didn't I see it when I came back from outside?" Xu Taiping was shocked, picked up Ping An and asked.

"You had already left when you came." Bai Yu also fluttered his wings and flew to Xu Taiping's shoulder, "It was nine feet tall, with long fiery red hair, a pair of green eyes, and a long knife on its back. The evil spirit.”

It is described in great detail.

"Tall, with red hair, green eyes, and carrying a knife... Could it be the red-haired sword ghost?!" Xu Taiping's heart skipped a beat, then he grabbed Bai Yu from his shoulder and asked:

"When did that evil spirit leave?"

"When it was about to get dark, he was already standing on the Hongqiao of Mugu Mountain. After it got darker, he appeared at the door of the courtyard, and then stood guard at the door motionless until half a stick of incense. , a monk passed over us with his sword, and then it disappeared. "

Bai Yu recalled.

"If you are not mistaken, this evil ghost is most likely the red-haired sword ghost rumored by Qingxuan Sect. My fourth senior brother was injured by him last night."

Xu Taiping said with a somewhat solemn tone.

"When you say that, I seem to have an impression. My father seemed to have told me about the rumors about this red-haired sword ghost."

Hearing Xu Taiping mention the name "Red-haired Sword Ghost", Bai Yu seemed to have recalled something.

"What did Uncle Bai Hong tell you at the beginning?"

Xu Taiping asked curiously.

"At that time, because I liked to run around, my father used this red-haired sword ghost to scare me, saying that there was an evil ghost in Yunlu Mountain. This evil ghost was transformed by a monk from the Qingxuan Sect who practiced swordsmanship and became crazy. This monk He defeated countless enemies with a sword in his life, but at the height of his fame, he was defeated at the hands of a young man who came to visit Yunlu. He became obsessed with a thought, and finally used his body to feed the sword, turning into an evil spirit floating in the mountains. Because of his excessive obsession, this evil spirit eventually turned into an evil ghost, and finally became the legendary red-haired sword ghost."

"It is said that this sword demon initially killed everyone he met. Later, for unknown reasons, he changed his mind from killing people randomly to killing those who use the sword."

"That's all I know about this sword ghost."

Bai Yu broke away from Xu Taiping's hand, flew to the little monkey Ping An's head, and then lay down lazily.

"This sword ghost still has this origin."

Although I don't know whether it is true or not, what Bai Yu just said still made Xu Taiping a little moved.

"Regardless of whether the person standing at our door just now is the sword demon or not, for the sake of safety these days, you should not go out after evening. I will try to come back as soon as possible after practicing my sword."

Xu Taiping warned them both.

"You don't have to worry about us. If it really breaks in, the worst we can do is dig into the gourd. You have to be careful when it falls."

As Bai Yu spoke, he got into the gourd around Xu Taiping's waist.

"Jiji!"

The frightened little monkey also got in at this time.

"Don't worry too much."

Fairy Lingyue's voice sounded in Xu Taiping's mind again.

"Since he is a ghost, he must be restrained by many laws of heaven and earth. At least during the day, he will not dare to come out to cause trouble. Before I fall asleep, I will help you carve a Heavenly Master Pure Yang Talisman on the plaque of Qiyue Xuan. It No matter how powerful the ghost is, it's impossible for you to break in. Just go out at night less during this time."

She reminded Xu Taiping in a calm tone.

"I will pay more attention during this period."

Xu Taiping nodded.

During the recent period, Fairy Lingyue was preparing to enter the Earth Fruit, so her tone of voice was full of exhaustion.

"Sister Lingyue, please rest assured and prepare to enter the Earth Fruit. There will be no problems on my side."

While Xu Taiping was talking to Fairy Lingyue in his heart, he walked straight towards the backyard fan building and began to prepare for today's practice.

It’s time to practice Danxia Jue every day.

Even if the sword ghost was standing at his door at this moment, he would never waste a moment.

But when Xu Taiping walked towards Fan Tower, the spirit body of Fairy Lingyue floated out quietly.

She floated straight to the door of Qi Yuexuan, then controlled a carving knife to carve an extremely mysterious rune on the door plaque, and then looked towards the dark mountains at the door and said:

"If my guess is correct, this sword ghost is not an evil ghost, but an obsession of the sword cultivator. This thing is a rare sharpening stone for monks. It depends on whether Taiping has the opportunity to get it. ”

…

What surprised Xu Taiping was that for seven or eight days in a row, the red-haired sword ghost never appeared again.

In the past few days, he went to the moon pool to practice swordsmanship as usual.

After practicing the sword, he went back to Fanlou to practice his techniques, and then started to soak in the acupuncture-opening soup that made him feel very sour, while doing today's breathing.

He was not affected by the rumors about the sword ghost at all.

And with the help of the acupoint-opening soup and his daily practice without a moment of relaxation, his Wangyou Realm was officially achieved.

The sign of success in Wangyou Realm is that the true energy in the Qi Mansion begins to condense into clouds.

As for the practice of sword control.

Although he still hasn't been able to see Master Sansan, Master Sansan has not stopped giving him guidance.

He would still leave a wooden board on the cliff every day, and then carve on it the flaws of Xu Taiping's practice yesterday, such as the different depths, lengths, and thicknesses of the sword marks.

If it were other disciples, they would probably be deeply fed up with it.

But Xu Taiping is an extremely serious person.

You said my sword marks are of different depths, so I will control the strength of the sword to make the sword marks the same depth.

You said that my sword marks were of different lengths, so I controlled the time of carving the sword marks to make them consistent in length.

So after several such "confrontations", Sansan layman could pick out fewer and fewer "thorns", so he simply changed the way he practiced swordsmanship.

So in the past few days, Xu Taiping, who came to Laoyuetan to practice swordsmanship, went from simply carving three thousand sword marks a day on the cliff to carving three thousand words a day.

The so-called carving three thousand words means controlling the rusty sword from the air and carving poems on the cliff of Laoyuetan Waterfall.

This difficulty is many times higher than before.

At the same time, the number of faults that Sansan layman could find became more numerous.

The wooden boards on the wall also went from one piece a day to ten at most.

But even so, Xu Taiping didn't complain at all. It was still the case that Master Sansan raised the issue today, and he would immediately correct it tomorrow.

Gradually, the targets hanging on the cliff began to decrease one by one.

The originally bare cliff was gradually filled with poems copied by Xu Taiping.

"The little guy is obviously not a gifted person. He was able to master sword control to this extent in half a month. He can only rely on diligence and concentration."

In front of the Moon Pool, Layman Sansan, who was doing routine inspections while looking at the dense carvings on the cliff, put one hand behind his back, stroked his beard with the other, and nodded with satisfaction.

But when his eyes fell on a newly hung wooden board on the cliff, the smile on his face immediately faded again, and his face changed to an unhappy one.

I saw that on the wooden board, there was written in square characters——

"Elder Sansan, tomorrow is the first day of the Seven Peaks Competition. The Peak Master has ordered that all disciples from the Seven Peaks need to be present, so I can only take one day off. Please forgive me, Elder Sansan."

After a long silence, layman Sansan frowned and said:

"Zhao Qian, you, Seventh Peak, have so many troubles."