It may be difficult for other cultivators to make the ghost disappear, but it is very easy for Qianren to do it.
However, at this critical moment, he saw the scar on the ghost's severed head.
The target Qian Ren was looking for in this trip, Fu Hongye, was an outer disciple who was registered under the Xuanmen Lihuo Palace. Because of his extremely high talent, he attracted the attention of his teachers.
For a cultivator, it is easy to train the body, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate the mind. There are not many Nascent Soul cultivators in the world today, and Fu Hongye is considered a master among the younger generation.
Before Fu Hongye left, in order to encourage him to concentrate on his practice, Xuanmen had specially refined a magic weapon called Yi Ye Jinghong to protect him. This thing is connected by twelve thin blades like maple leaves, which are usually wrapped around the arm as a decoration. Once you exercise your skills, you will see falling leaves, killing people where the maple leaves pass. are exactly the same.
When he found this clue, Qian Ren couldn't take care of the ghost. He raised his head to examine it carefully. Such a cut surface must have been caused by an instant decapitation. There are a total of twelve scratches on the maple leaf. The merits and deeds, but, is this specter who has nothing in his mind other than marrying, also deserve to be treated so carefully? Could it be that this ghost is deliberately pretending to be crazy to lower his vigilance
Qian Ren still doesn't want to believe that Li Gui who can only use a team of little devils is really an idiot, so he suspiciously holds his head in front of him with one hand, but still presses his body against the tree trunk on his feet just in case. , just ask: "What's your name?"
The young man has been a ghost for some years. In the past, if his head was not stabilized, he could scare people half to death. This is the first time I have met a living person who is staring at his severed head. I can only sigh for a while. The man who didn't die in his sedan chair was really different.
In addition to his emotions, he also knew that if he didn't speak again, his head would have to fly again. Although he didn't know what the pain was, it would be extremely troublesome to find a place to comb his hair in this barren mountain range, so he promptly replied: " In the next Zhuge Qingtian, he was the only one who held the Zhujiaji during his lifetime."
In a mountain county like Zhujiaji, Juren is a very rare big man, so he said it very proudly. Seeing Li Gui's expression, Qian Ren thought about it, but he still didn't tell him that he would not kill officials below the first rank when he turned 30. His rank was not enough, and he was too valuable for the number one killer.
The ghost's name sounded better than Qian Ren had expected. He originally thought that his temperament would have to be a surname like Zhu Dagou Ge Erdan, but who would have guessed that it was a compound surname like Zhuge. Qian Ren's assassination list in the past included a few civil servants surnamed Zhuge, but he seemed to be completely incompatible with this person's actions. He wondered if the ghost had made up a random name to fool himself, and he asked again, "How did you die? of?"
"I don't remember how long I died, it seems that I was hacked to death by bandits, but they were also killed by me..."
Over the years, Zhuge Qingtian has always wanted to complete the obsession of worshipping the church and marrying into the reincarnation, but it is a pity that even the most fierce bandit here can't survive in his sedan chair. However, all of them died in his hands, which made Li Gui, who thought he was gentle, polite and frugal, very depressed.
Now, with great difficulty, an immortal Qian Ren has arrived. Although he knows that the other party is very dangerous, Zhuge Qingtian still wants to try his best.
After all, he just wanted others to deceive himself into worshipping a church. There is no hope for anything like a bridal chamber, and the request is not too much. What if this big brother agrees when his heart softens
Thinking of this, Zhuge Qingtian felt again that after just one day, this person's attitude towards him changed from kicking his head off when meeting him to raising his head to ask questions. It's not impossible for a parent...
Yes, that's it, the lady was already asking about his name and life, and she was clearly interested in him. He had to answer appropriately to make the other party have a good impression.
Having lived alone in the deep mountains for many years, Zhuge Qingtian's ability to comfort himself was already superb, and it only took a moment for him to completely dispel his inner worries, and secretly regretted that his answer seemed too old, and immediately remedied: "But don't worry, At the age of eighteen when my husband died, he was a good boy, not an old cow eating tender grass."
Qian Ren was completely unable to understand what kind of way of thinking was used to turn his interrogation into this topic. He silently looked at this head with a serious expression. He finally determined that it was not that he had underestimated his opponent, but this scumbag. There really is nothing in my mind except marriage!
Almost gave up asking questions from the ghost's mouth, Qian Ren squinted at him and said, "I have cultivated demons for many years, and I have made you fifty years older."
The headhunters who gathered some fists and kung fu at Zhu’s house are already top masters. Zhuge Qingtian has never seen a monk who has been in seclusion for decades. Although he is shocked that his wife is over sixty years old, he is still determined. Unchanged: "Actually, it's okay for calves to eat old grass."
Of course, to this true love that crosses the age gap and the boundary between life and death, Killer Bi has only one response: "Tell me, what kind of posture do you want to use?"
Once again received the expected rejection, Zhuge Qingtian could only resort to the last resort, completely letting go of all face problems, hugging Qianren's thigh and howling in grief and indignation: "Master, you look like a man of justice. , treat it as a good deed and worship me! When I was eighteen years old, I died before I saw anything. I can’t survive in this mountain and I can’t die.
You are the man of justice, and your whole family is the man of justice!
For a demon cultivator, being treated as a hero is undoubtedly the greatest shame, Qian Ren also found out how much trouble his superfluous kindness has caused, but his thighs are held too tightly, so he can only say sharply: "Do you want to Are you crazy about getting married? Look clearly, I'm a man! I'm still a magician!"
What is sorcery? Is it okay to eat
Blinking blankly, Zhuge Qingtian realized that fifty years old is indeed a huge generation gap. He doesn't even understand what the lady is talking about, but it doesn't matter, he will work hard to overcome it!
Having overcome all obstacles in his heart, he expressed his determination, "To be honest, as long as you can live and worship with me, even if it is a real bull, I can press it into the sedan chair."
Zhuge Qingtian was a ghost who occupied his own body, and his strength was unusually large. At this time, he was desperate to hold a thousand ren for a while, but he couldn't break free, and he could only grit his teeth with anger: "I only know that in the Palace of Bliss, people like you are like you. They will be pressed on the bed by seven or eight big men."
Big... big guy? Seven... Seven or eight? What terrible place does his wife live in
As a simple devil, the indulgent way of life of the devil cultivators is really exciting to Zhuge Qingtian, and a little imagining is to take a breath of cold air, however, he has already sacrificed himself to get married, so he said with a heavy heart: "Come on, face to face. I."
Finally realizing that this ghost's shame and brain had been completely weathered in the soil, Qian Ren forced himself to calm down and made the most powerful threat in the world to him, "If you don't let go, I will be castrated. you."
"Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow."
If you are castrated, you will not be able to get married. This remark is really effective. When Zhuge Qingtian hears it, he will be counseled. He does not doubt that this indifferent man has a temperament that he can do. He only said: "Miss, can you put my head back, please don't put it crooked or kick it, be gentle, thank you."
After entanglement for so long, he finally got rid of this specious ghost temporarily. Qian Ren swore that he would go to Zhujiaji tonight and then step on the clouds and never return to this ghost place. He would rather fight ten righteous warriors for life and death than this Sick mind, stay for a moment!
Seeing that the ghost was really obediently sitting on the ground and didn't rush over, Qian Ren's mood was as relaxed as if he had succeeded in transcending the calamity, and he threw his head over and warned coldly: "Okay, I don't have time to accompany you. Toss, hold your head and quickly roll away."
With Qian Ren's violent temper, Zhuge Qingtian didn't expect him to gently put his head back. At this time, the useless kick was beyond imagination. He didn't complain, he just raised his head. Hands trying to catch their head.
His head was kicked and rolled all the way on the hillside, and then he was grabbed by Qian Ren and pulled up by his hair for a long time. When Zhuge Qingtian was thinking bitterly about how much hair he had to lose by combing his hair this time, a big blood-red bird flew through the sky, and then opened his mouth and took away his fallen head.
Stiffly holding up his hands, he felt his stunned face and his hair fluttering in the wind getting farther and farther in the air, Zhuge Qingtian finally reacted and screamed in horror: "Madam! My head was caught by a bird. Gone! You lost my head! I'm not a complete corpse anymore! I can't even see my own face!"
Then, the headless corpse filled with righteous indignation grabbed his sleeve, and even if he had no head, he could read full anticipation from his body language, "I know that a man like you cannot be irresponsible, Tell me, when will we go to church?"
Zhujiaji is poisonous, right? Forget about being crazy, even birds are not normal!
He scolded the feng shui in his heart, and Qian Ren stared blankly at the big bird that was so frightened that it fluttered its wings and sped away at that moment. A bird stole his head, and he didn't think about why he had to take responsibility and marry a ghost when he lost his head. In fact, he only had one thought in his mind right now—
In fact, it's quite good to be a magician's guardian. Is it time for him to go back now
The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: In fact, as long as you spend a few more days with me, you will find that I have many unique advantages that others do not have!
Qianren: Like
Zhuge Qingtian: My head can be used for all ball games!
Qian Ren: I don't know you, goodbye, farewell!