Waiper walked to the door and bumped into someone.
That man came out of the pouring rain at night, in black clothes and hats, blending into the night. Only the pupils of the eyes are exposed.
Huai Bai was stunned for a moment, then stood on the spot blankly, with a strange look on his face.
The visitor took off his veiled cap and held it in his hand, revealing a pale face, which looked like a ghost under the light.
Peiyu nestled in Huai Bai's arms, couldn't see her face, but felt her body trembled slightly at first, and then relaxed, as if relieved from a heavy burden.
"So it was you." Huai Bo breathed a sigh of relief, patted the child's back, and asked, "You want to stop me?"
Seeing the visitor, Zhao Hengyu said happily, "Master!"
After he finished speaking, Peiyu knew the identity of this person—the deacon of Mo Menming Ghost Hall, who often smiled.
Although her name is Chang Xiao, she has never smiled once, she is always cold and looks like a ecstasy.
The disciples of Momen often jokingly said: "It is better to go through the gate of ghosts than to see the king of Xunyan."
It is enough to see how terrible this person is.
Huai Bai smiled brightly, in stark contrast to the cold face of the person opposite, "Please make way for the deacon."
Xun Changxiao held the black hat and remained motionless.
"Deacon, what does this mean?"
Xun Changxiao frowned, and said, "The magic hunting disk, it's true." She seemed to have not spoken for a long time, her throat was rusty, and her words always had an unignorable astringency.
"So what?"
Xun Chang smiled and moved his lips, and said with difficulty: "Blood mist, apprentice, demon, stay."
Waiper: "... huh?"
Zhao Hengyu translated very familiarly: "My master said that the re-opening of the blood mist is of great importance. Since your apprentice is carrying the devil's blood, no matter whether it has anything to do with it or not, it is best to stay."
Huai Bai laughed angrily, "Can't you see that she is just a child?"
Zhao Hengyu was a little embarrassed, "Peak Master, it doesn't matter if this happened in other places, but at the foot of the city, there was a fog of blood, and the disciple of Shengrenzhuang was killed. We have to investigate carefully."
Zhang Li added from the side: "The victim is my own son."
His words have already shown the attitude of Shengren Zhuang.
Zhao Hengyu was stunned, "Ah, you..."
He leaned over to salute, and apologized: "Elder, my condolences, the younger generation is here to apologize for the rudeness just now."
Zhang Li waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.
Huai Bo didn't bother to watch them exchange such false greetings, he slowly stroked the child's thin back, frowning slightly.
"So, you insist on stopping me?"
The smile on her face had cooled down, and her voice was cold, like jade falling into a pearl plate.
Zhang Li felt a little timid in his heart.
The woman stood there with an indifferent expression, very much like the peerless sword cultivator who divided mountains and seas in the past.
Wearing a green feather cloak, holding a sword in the cloud.
After three hundred years, not many of the younger generation know about sword cultivating Huaibai. They only know that the lord of the Xianxian Peak is not doing his job, and he is obsessed with the singing of birds and flowers, delicious wine and delicacies all day long. His cultivation has stagnated.
But Zhang Li could not forget. This person named Huaibai is as unknown as he is now, but he was astonishing in the past.
At that time, she was a myth in the cultivation world, an unreachable star in the sky, and the peak that all sword cultivators wanted to climb.
He dare not be afraid.
Huai Bo stood there, holding the child in his arms tightly, staring at Xun Chang and smiling, eyes slightly squinted, there was no smile in it, and said: "Actually, I didn't want to fight with you. You are very similar to me. Old man, very similar. But... if you insist on stopping me, then please fight."
Xun Chang smiled silently and nodded, suddenly a long whip flashing with cold electricity appeared in the dead gray hand.
The moment the long whip appeared, several deafening thunderclaps rang in everyone's ears.
"Hit the ghost whip?" Huai Bai smiled half a smile, "It looks good."
Xun Chang smiled and said, "Please fight."
Huai Bo put the child in his arms on the bench aside and patted her head, "Apprentice, wait for me for a while."
Peiyu nodded obediently. Seeing her turn around, she couldn't help shouting again: "Master..."
Huai Bai turned around, "What?"
Peiyu whispered, "Be careful."
The child's pupils are extremely deep, like the black flames burning in hell, always revealing the infatuation and attachment that never regrets. She clenched her hands tightly, and her face was flushed with anger. Over the years, she was used to rushing into battle, bloody and bloody, but she had never been so powerless sitting behind others, and could only call out "be careful".
Huai Bo smiled lightly and said, "Don't be afraid, Master is very strong."
She cast a spell so that the fight would not affect the inn's furnishings, then stood in front of Wuchang in black and said with a smile: "Then let's fight."
Xun Chang smiled and asked, "You don't use a sword?"
Huai Bai seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly said: "... Ah, do you still need to use the sword?"
As a sword cultivator, fighting with someone without using a sword is undoubtedly a contempt for the other party.
Zhao Hengyu defended his master, and immediately asked loudly: "Peak Master, you are too arrogant."
Jiyue held him back, lowered her voice and said, "Peak Master just doesn't understand these things."
Zhao Hengyu also reacted.
If it was an ordinary sword cultivator, it would definitely not be like this. But Huai Bo is just a sword cultivator in vain, maybe she hasn't even held a decent sword on weekdays, let alone compete with others, how can she know these fighting rules
There is also gossip in the cultivation world, saying that this person's cultivation base is also piled up with pills. Although his cultivation base is as high as Jindan, his strength is not as good as Foundation Establishment.
Zhao Hengyu became worried again, he was afraid that the master would hurt this precious rotten tree and make Gushan and Xiancheng feud.
Huai Bo didn't think so much, she just found it a bit troublesome, why do you have to use a sword in the sword repair competition
She looked around, but couldn't find anything suitable, and sighed softly.
Zhang Li suddenly asked: "Peak Lord, where is your Yunzhong?"
The smile on Huai Bai's face froze for a moment, then his brows and eyes stretched, and he said with a smile: "Ah... I threw it away."
Zhang Li's eyes widened, and he murmured in disbelief, "Throw, throw?"
In the clouds are rare treasures left by ancient times.
The iron from the meteorite is the bone, cast by the immortals in ancient times. After the sword is completed, it is placed in the fire of the earth and refined for thousands of years. It can be said to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, and seize the good fortune of the world.
Countless people have wanted to get Yunzhong for thousands of years, but there is only one person who can get Yunzhongjian's approval.
She said lightly that she threw it away
After Zhang Li was shocked, he felt funny again, how could this be true.
Huai Bo said seriously again: "It's not easy to use, and it's rusty, so I'll throw it away. You can't use a rusty sword, right?"
Zhang Li was sure that she was lying, how could the magic weapon get rusty
Huai Bo smiled and stretched out his hand, "So, I changed the sword I was using again."
She closed her right hand slightly, as if holding a sword hilt, and turned her wrist, as if holding a sword flower. "The sword is in hand, Deacon, please fight."
Everyone looked at her in disbelief.
Her hand is empty, where is the sword
Xun Chang smiled even colder, "You, tease me."
Huai Bai still smiled brightly, "Ah, I forgot to introduce, this sword of mine is called the Emperor's New Sword."
She blinked, "Only smart people can see it."