After crossing the Redwater River, they would arrive at Yuzhou, the big city of Sichuan.
However, because Xu Xian was comprehending the Water Spirit Power in the Redwater River, he was delayed for a while. He wouldn't be able to reach Yuzhou before dark.
"Sir, there is an abandoned ancient temple not far ahead.”
Inside the carriage, Xu Xian was holding a copy of the Very High Sense, reciting in a low voice.
White Fox 'er and her two daughters held the teapot in their white hands and poured tea for him.
Hearing the black flood dragon's words, Xu Xian paused slightly and nodded.""Yes."
The carriage set off again.
However…
Zhao Ling 'er looked through the car window and saw that the scenery by the roadside was no longer full of vitality.
On both sides of the road, there were withered branches and fallen leaves, as well as jagged and strange rocks, as if they were ferocious beasts that were choosing people to eat.
As night fell, the path leading to the ancient temple became even gloomier.
Under the pale moonlight, the carriage traveled for about an hour before finally arriving at the ancient temple.
Rather than calling it an ancient temple, it was more like a dilapidated temple.
Several halls had collapsed, leaving only the main hall in the southeast corner and two or three rooms intact.
Vines grew in front of the ruined temple, and the broken temple steles were casually lying on the ground.
The black flood dragon took out a lantern and lit up the temple stele.
Three blood-red words were written on it: Lanruo Temple!
"Lanruo Temple? Could Nie Xiaoqian be here?"
When Xu Xian saw the words on the stele, he couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face.
With that thought in mind, Xu Xian quickly turned around and asked White Fox,""Little White, do you smell the presence of ghosts nearby?”
White Fox 'er was a fox demon with a keen sense of smell. She could easily smell demonic or ghostly Qi within a radius.
With her around, no demons or monsters could hide.
Hearing Xu Xian's words, White Fox 'er's delicate nose twitched and she shook her head.
"Young Master, there are no ghosts here."
"No…"
Xu Xian felt a little regretful and could only give up.
At this moment, the black flood dragon exclaimed softly,""Sir, there's fire in the main hall! Strange, I didn't see anyone when I came to investigate.”
The four of them took a few steps deeper and saw that the main hall was still intact. There were many people inside, and there was a faint light from the fire.
Xu Xian pondered for a moment and said," It's fine. I think we're fellow travelers. We're here to sleep in the broken temple."”
The four of them entered the main hall and saw a group of people inside.
There were men and women in this group, and there were more than ten of them. They were all wearing the same green and blue clothes.
The leader was a beautiful woman who was as cold as ice and held a sky-blue sword.
Seeing her wary expression, Xu Xian smiled warmly and said,""It's getting late, I want to borrow a treasure land to camp for the night.”
The cold woman nodded slightly and released the sword in her hand.
"Please help yourself."
However, when the cold-looking woman's gaze swept past Zhao Ling 'er and the other woman, she could not help but exclaim in her heart.
He was secretly thinking about the relationship between these two fairy-like girls and that scholar.
When she heard White Fox 'er call the scholar' Young Master 'and address herself as a maidservant, she was stunned.
The woman felt disdain in her heart. She treated Xu Xian as a playboy and no longer paid attention to him.
After dealing with each other, the two sides were clearly divided into two groups.
Xu Xian's group of four occupied the east side, while the group led by the cold-looking woman occupied the west side of the main hall.
After everyone sat down, the black flood dragon took out the cooking utensils and buried them in the pot to cook.
During these ten years, Xu Xian did not only study.
Growing up in a country of delicacies, not to mention other things, this appetite was naturally nothing.
The frying pan and stir-fry that he invented had long been popular around Hangzhou.
During this period of time, the Black Flood Dragon had been following Xu Xian. Although his swordsmanship was not very good, he had learned 100% of his cooking skills.
Cook the oil with high fire and collect the juice with low fire.
Not long after, three plates of stir-fried vegetables were served on the table.
"Sir, please eat."
The main hall wasn't big, and the fragrance of the dishes wafted in the air.
It made the people in the west who were eating raw and cold rations feel uncomfortable!
"Hmph, what a good-for-nothing son of a rich family. When he travels far away, he has beautiful maids to massage his shoulders and legs, and a loyal servant to start a fire and cook. Such a playboy should be thrown into the mountains and eaten by the Witch of the Black Mountain.”
Behind the cold woman, a young disciple muttered in a low voice.
This person was quite strange. He held a cold dry food in his right hand and a huge wooden die in his other hand.
"Shut up! When you're outside, don't look, don't listen, and don't talk. Have you forgotten what the sect master told you?”
"Alright, alright, Senior Sister Lu, I was just saying.”
The young man shrunk his head and moved to the side of another ordinary-looking young man.
" Xiaofan, you're still growing. Eat more." When we get back to Little Bamboo Peak, I'll make you something delicious.”
The young man gave a silly smile and nodded heavily."Good!"
Among this group of people, the ones with the best temperament and strength were the cold-looking woman in the lead and the other man who carried a seven-foot sword on his back.
The man's appearance was outstanding. In the entire main hall, only Xu Xian was better than him.
This person only glanced at Xu Xian and the other three before turning his attention to the cold woman, trying to curry favor with her.
Perhaps she was annoyed by the disturbance, the cold woman glared at him and said,"Zeng Shushu, if you keep talking, you'll receive a sword strike from me.”
Zeng Shushu had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
When the young man who was holding the dice saw this, he laughed and said to the young man beside him in a low voice,"I bet Zeng Shushu won't be able to woo Senior Sister Lu. Senior Sister Lu was a fairy-like figure, but how could he, Ceng Shushu, be associated with her? Bah, isn't he just relying on the fact that his father is the head of department and his family is rich!”
The simple and honest youth stammered a few times before burying his head in his rations.
Hearing this, Xu Xian had already guessed that this group of people were Qingyun Sect disciples.
Who else could it be other than Lu Xueqi?
However, he would not attack unless he was attacked. Even if he knew the identity of the other party, Xu Xian did not have the intention to befriend him. He just prepared to teach the black flood dragon and the other two sword techniques.
However, at this moment, Zeng Shushu, who was in the Qingyun Sect, suddenly cried out and pulled out the sword on his back.
"Junior Sister Lu, something's wrong. There's demonic qi here!”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone from the Qingyun Sect drew their swords one after another. The atmosphere was tense for a moment.
Just now, Ceng Shushu was rejected by a thousand miles away. He was originally feeling sad, but in his boredom, he took out the Demon Finger Needle from his Hundred Treasure Purse.
Who knew that as soon as the Demon Finger Needle was taken out, it would spin around crazily.
Therefore, he let out a scream.
The demon finger tip spun non-stop and finally pointed at the Black Flood Dragon and White Fox 'er who were cleaning up the cutlery.
The three of them were actually demons?
Lu Xueqi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her hands that were originally holding the sword slowly lowered.
There were many demons in the world, and the Qingyun Sect took it upon themselves to eliminate them.
However, there were also differences in demon exorcism.
If they were evil, the demons with blood on their hands would definitely be filled with bloodlust.
However, if it was a demon of pure cultivation, it would be no different from ordinary cultivators. It would have demonic qi, and it would also be a neutral and peaceful demonic qi.
Clear Sky Sect Master Dao Xuan had three to five demon cultivator friends. This was something that everyone in the world knew.
Thinking of this, Lu Xueqi dismissed Zeng Shushu and said in a deep voice,""It's not an evil demon. Besides, we're here for the Witch of the Black Mountain. Don't cause any more trouble.”
In fact, Lu Xueqi did not say everything.
They were all disciples of the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect. She was the strongest on this trip, but she had just entered the Connate Realm.
The others were much weaker.
As for the follower of the scholar opposite him, his aura was thick and there was even the aura of the dragon race. His strength was unfathomable.
Although she had made a great wish to exterminate demons and protect the Dao, she was not stupid enough to throw away her life in vain.
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