He was wearing a brocade gown and an overcoat, and he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly. Qin Wanwan recognized him as Ning Buyan, whom she had met in the ghost town.
Qin Wanwan forced a smile: "Ning Daojun."
Ning Buyan obviously recognized them. He raised his hand to stop the disciple next to him. After his coughing subsided, he raised his head and said to Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan: "I never thought that seeing you two again would be like this."
As he spoke, Ning Buyan turned his gaze to the bed, and Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi also looked towards the bed.
Two strangers who appeared out of nowhere and an unconscious old man lying on the bed, this scene looked like a crime scene where a murderer was caught on the spot.
Qin Wanwan pretended to be calm and tried hard to think about the experiences she had read in various novels before.
Saying "it's not me" at this time is just a waste of time. You need to explain it quickly at the first opportunity to catch them off guard, so that they don't have to react too quickly to grab someone and cover their mouth.
Qin Wanwan figured it out and smiled. She suddenly stood up, eagerly pulled Ning Buyan, and patted Ning Buyan's hand: "Ning Daojun, we meet again! We followed Xie Daojun and Lady Cuilu to the deserted city to investigate a case. We got into trouble and fell off a cliff. When we walked out from under the cliff, we didn't expect to find this place when we came out."
Qin Wanwan explained everything without showing any emotion. Ning Buyan was stunned by her, and then he heard Qin Wanwan chattering: "I didn't know where I was at first, and wanted to sneak away, but I heard the maid screaming. We hurried to the bedside to see what was going on. At that time, the elder's stomach was so swollen," Qin Wanwan made a gesture and described, "something was moving around in the stomach. It was too scary to go there. Thanks to my master, who risked being misunderstood by everyone to exorcise the evil spirit. The evil spirit you just felt was driven out of the old man's stomach. You should thank us master and disciple."
But you must never repay kindness with enmity.
Ning Buyan listened to her words and moved his gaze to Jian Xingzhi who was standing next to him. Jian Xingzhi came over quietly, pulled Qin Wanwan's hand away, and nodded at Ning Buyan: "Excuse me, my apprentice has a problem with his brain."
Qin Wanwan glared at him, quite dissatisfied.
Ning Buyan digested Qin Wanwan's words and roughly understood what happened. He walked up to the old man and looked at him carefully for a moment. After confirming that the old man was fine, he turned to Qin Wanwan, still suspicious: "You said you came out of the cliff and came here, why are you covered in wounds?"
"I told you that my master gave me special training," Qin Wanwan said with difficulty, "Do you believe it?"
"You said you came down from the cliff to here. How can you prove it?"
Ning Buyan frowned.
Jian Xingzhi walked to the entrance of the passage they had crawled out of and said, "The entrance to the cave is right here. You'll know if you go down and explore."
As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi smashed down with his sword, and the floor tiles shattered and flew up. Everyone was shocked and looked at Jian Xingzhi standing tall among the debris. After the dust settled, everyone looked down and saw a hole on the ground.
Ning Buyan frowned, raised his hand and pointed at the pit, saying to Jian Xingzhi: "You can dig it deeper."
"This cave entrance should be a formation, and it has now been moved."
Seeing this, Qin Wanwan quickly explained: "There is a large tomb under the cave entrance, and there is a twelve-door of life and death. We came through the twelve-door of life and death."
"Blow!" A big man in the crowd raised his axe, "You can pass through the twelve gates of life and death, how lucky are you to run into this guy?"
"Shut up," Qin Wanwan turned around and scolded the person who was speaking, "How can you practice Taoism if you don't even know the law of conservation of luck? Ning Daojun," Qin Wanwan turned to Ning Buyan, "You really have a big tomb, don't you know?"
Ning Buyan stopped talking. After a while, the old man woke up in bed. He called Ning Buyan's name with difficulty: "Zhizhou..."
"Ancestor."
Ning Buyan lowered his head and put his ear next to the old man. The old man said something. Ning Buyan nodded, stood up, turned to Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi and said, "You two, follow me."
As he said this, he told others to take care of the old man, and then led Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan out.
As soon as the three of them went out, they heard a commotion outside. Ning Buyan stopped and turned toward the gate: "What's the noise?"
"The man from Ghost Town is at the door with his men, saying their people are here." The attendant said respectfully, "I want to see you."
Ning Buyan thought about it and nodded: "Then bring it here."
As he spoke, Ning Buyan turned around and nodded towards the two of them: "Follow me."
Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan walked behind Ning Buyan. Qin Wanwan asked in a voice transmission, "Master, he wants to kill us. Can you defeat him?"
“You can’t win.”
Jian Xingzhi suddenly said: "Unless you don't want the sea of consciousness anymore."
"If he takes action," Qin Wanwan was a little scared, "what should we do?"
"Then it depends on who runs faster."
Qin Wanwan: “…”
Seeing that Qin Wanwan didn't say anything, Jian Xingzhi glanced at her and sneered, "It's no big deal."
Big, of course it’s big.
Ning Buyan is already in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and now he is in the Ning family's territory. Qin Wanwan has always been aware of the current situation, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Jian Xingzhi sneered at her unnecessary worries and followed Ning Buyan into the hall. Ning Buyan asked the two of them to sit down and someone came to serve tea. Before the tea was poured, Xie Gutang and Cuilu came in.
When Nan Feng saw Qin Wanwan, the first thing he did was to rush over to her: "Master! I finally found you."
Qin Wanwan felt a little emotional when she heard this. Ever since Nanfeng became her spirit beast, they have been together less and less frequently as master and servant. Nanfeng's greatest role is to serve as a GPS for her.
Qin Wanwan patted Nanfeng's head, held it on her lap, and looked up at Xie Gutang and Cuilu.
"Thank you, bro, Master Emerald."
Seeing that they were fine, the two of them felt relieved. Xie Gutang smiled and said, "Nanfeng sensed that you were coming, so we rushed over. We heard that you had offended someone and were arrested, so we were quite anxious."
As he said this, Xie Gutang turned to Ning Buyan: "I hope Brother Ning will forgive me."
Ning Buyan nodded while sitting on the main seat, and glanced at the chair beside him: "Since you are here, please sit down."
Xie Gutang and Cuilu sat opposite Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi. Jian Xingzhi glanced at Nanfeng who was lying on Qin Wanwan's legs, then crossed the table and carried Nanfeng away. Nanfeng glanced at Jian Xingzhi in surprise, but didn't dare to say anything more. She could only lie on Daojun's knees, trembling.
Ning Buyan drank a sip of tea. Everyone was silent. After the maid closed the door, Ning Buyan opened the barrier, slowly put down the teacup, raised his eyes and looked at Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi: "The ancestor just told me that it was you two who saved him, and asked me to thank you two."
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, confirmed that her life was safe, and saluted: "Okay, okay, I will help those who are in trouble when I see them."
"To be honest, my ancestor has been suffering from a serious illness for many years," Ning Buyan lowered his eyes, looking a little tired, "He should have ascended to heaven long ago, but now he has become what you two are looking for. I have offended Ghost City many times before because I heard that Linglong Jade can cure diseases, so I wanted to get the Linglong Jade from Ghost City to cure my ancestor."
"Fellow Daoist Ning, what exactly do you want to say by saying this?" Qin Wanwan listened to Ning Buyan's beating around the bush and thought for a while, "Do you want us to use the Linglong Jade to treat the senior's illness?"
"Exquisite jade... I won't hide it from you," Ning Buyan raised his head, "I only found out after I came back that the Ning family already had one. The head of the family had already tried it, but it didn't work. He also tried many other precious herbs, but they were all useless."
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi looked at each other. Ning Buyan looked at Jian Xingzhi with a hint of request in his eyes: "But today my Taoist friend has a way to relieve the old ancestor's pain, so I would like to ask for your help. As long as you can cure the old ancestor," Ning Buyan said with a hint of solemnity, "Linglong Yu, the Ning family can offer it to you with both hands."
"really?"
Qin Wanwan couldn't believe it. Is this piece of exquisite jade so easy to get
Ning Buyan nodded: "Really."
Qin Wanwan turned to look at Jian Xingzhi, her eyes full of expectation: "Master, how is it?"
"I..." Jian Xingzhi had never seen Qin Wanwan's eyes so bright before. He was a little scared for a moment and swallowed his saliva. "I'll try."
"What about the body of the Master of Pure Purity?"
Cui Lu said coldly, "I came here this time for no other request, I just want to see where the Taoist Master Ming Jing died and where his body is, so that I can pay my respects. In the past, your Ning family always said that the Ning family does not receive outsiders. I respect you and don't say much. But it has been more than a hundred years, and I am now the lord of the Ghost City. According to the rules of the Ghost City, I come to pay my respects to the Taoist Master Ming Jing. Is it not okay to just burn incense?"
"Lord Cuilu, the Taoist Master Mingjing is buried in the forbidden land of our Ning family. Outsiders are not allowed to enter." Ning Buyan said the same thing, "I hope you can forgive me."
"you!"
Cui Lu became excited, and Qin Wanwan quickly said, "Let's talk about this another day. Let's talk about Linglong Jade."
Qin Wanwan interrupted them and said, "Mr. Ning, could you please tell me more about this serious illness of yours, what exactly is it?"
"My ancestor contracted this disease about a hundred years ago."
Ning Buyan didn't want to say anything more to Cui Lu, so he went around Cui Lu and told Qin Wan Wan about his son: "At first, his cultivation was lost, and then his abdomen began to swell as if he was pregnant. Gradually, he began to have a long sleep and was in unbearable pain all day long, and it has been going on until now."
"This is not a disease," Jian Xingzhi listened and said suddenly, "It's a curse."
Ning Buyan nodded: "Indeed, there is such a guess."
"The curse will break itself as long as the person who cast the curse loses his ability. So it's very simple to break the curse," Jian Xingzhi raised his eyes and looked at Ning Buyan, "Whoever cast the curse, just kill him."
Ning Buyan remained silent, and Jian Xingzhi asked, "So where is the person who cast the curse?"
“I don’t know.”
Ning Buyan shook his head: "I also asked the ancestor, but he never said who it was, so you said this method..." Ning Buyan smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it won't work."
"Can… "
"But there must be a way!"
Qin Wanwan took over Jian Xingzhi's words, looked at Ning Buyan, and vowed: "We must have a way. Ning Daojun, just prepare the Linglong Jade, and we will find a way."
"That's great." Ning Buyan smiled, stood up, and saluted Qin Wanwan, "Then I'll wait for good news from you."
"Don't worry." Qin Wanwan raised her hand, "This is for my master."
"You..." Jian Xingzhi stood up and wanted to refute Qin Wanwan's words. Qin Wanwan slapped Jian Xingzhi on the mouth, covered his mouth, and smiled at Ning Buyan: "Ning Daojun, it's getting late, you should go to bed first."
Ning Buyan remembered the time when he heard this. He suddenly started coughing again. He called the maid and told her to take Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi away. Then he greeted everyone and got up and left.
As soon as Ning Buyan left, Jian Xingzhi immediately shook off Qin Wanwan's hand: "Why did you agree to it so carelessly? They won't say anything. I can't break this curse."
"They won't tell me," Qin Wanwan turned and asked him, "Can't you check it yourself?"
"What are you investigating?" Cui Lu was also dissatisfied, looking at Qin Wanwan coldly, "Ming Jing Dao Jun can't explain clearly, you are the felons of Ghost Town. You interrupted me and him. Are you guilty?"
"It's his ancestral grave, he doesn't let you go, what are you discussing with him?" Qin Wanwan turned her head and looked at Cui Lu, "Go by yourself."
"But... but we don't know where the Ning family's ancestral tomb is." Nan Feng squatted on the table, looking worried, "How do we get there?"
"If you don't know, just look for it."
Qin Wanwan felt tired and was helpless towards these people who had no subjective initiative: "Do you really have to let others tell you all the news like an NPC?"
"Then..." Xie Gutang hesitated to speak. Qin Wanwan was a little annoyed by his questioning. She turned her head to look at Xie Gutang, frowning, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Nothing." Xie Gutang glanced at everyone, "I just wanted to ask why you didn't go back to the yard to talk."
After hearing what Xie Gutang said, they realized that it was inappropriate to discuss these things in the hall, so they went back to the yard together.
But the conversation was almost over, and after returning to the courtyard, everyone went to their respective rooms to sleep. Qin Wanwan slept next to Jian Xingzhi. When she was about to open the door, she heard an old voice calling out: "Qin..."
Qin Wanwan turned around and saw Wuming holding a quilt, holding back tears, and calling her with restrained excitement: "Miss Qin!"
Qin Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted: "Oh, old man," she looked around, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I... I just..." Jun Shu felt a warm current in his heart when he heard Qin Wanwan's concern for him, and his voice became softer, "The woodshed is a little cold."
Does she know that he is Jun Shu
Looking at Qin Wanwan in front of him, Jun Shu couldn't help but wonder if she cared about him so much because she knew he was Jun Shu
No, no, she couldn't know that he was Jun Shu. He was so ugly and humble now, how could he leave such an impression on her!
Moreover, if she knew that he was Jun Shu, how could she be so indifferent? Whether she loved him or hated him, he was the most important man in her heart!
Jun Shu felt complicated. Qin Wanwan saw that the old man was about to cry in the cold wind while holding the quilt. She insisted on respecting the old and loving the young, and quickly persuaded him: "You should go to bed quickly. I will sleep too."
As she spoke, Qin Wanwan pushed the door open and entered the room, then went to sleep.
After a long journey, Qin Wanwan slept very soundly. When she woke up, she found that the sun was already high in the sky.
As soon as Qin Wanwan opened her eyes, she saw Jian Xingzhi sitting beside her bed and asked her gently, "Are you awake? Do you want to sleep again?"
"Master... Master..."
Qin Wanwan was a little scared when she saw Jian Xingzhi's expression: "Don't be like this."
"Then why don't you get up!"
Jian Xingzhi lifted the quilt and pulled the person out. Qin Wanwan put on her clothes while Jian Xingzhi wiped her face skillfully. While wiping her face, he told her: "I went to see Xie Gutang this morning. He got up at 1:00 a.m. and practiced sword for half an hour. You can get up earlier every day and practice sword with him. Forget about it today. Get some more sleep and start looking for him tomorrow!"
"etc!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Wanwan was stunned: "Why should I look for him?"
"You have to cultivate his favorability." Jian Xingzhi tied the belt for her and looked up at her. "Are you just giving up like that?"
"That's right."
Qin Wanwan nodded immediately: "I don't like men who get up early, I give up."
"As a teacher, I won't allow you to give up halfway."
Jian Xingzhi fastened his belt tightly, and Qin Wanwan could hardly breathe. She looked at Jian Xingzhi and heard him speak seriously: "Love is like practicing Taoism. Only he can give up on you, but you can't give up on him."
After saying that, Jian Xingzhi let go of his belt, turned around and walked out: "Let's go, everyone is waiting for you."
As Jian Xingzhi walked away, Qin Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her belt and loosened it a little.
She followed Jian Xingzhi to the hall, where Cui Lu was pinching cherries and eating them, Xie Gu Tang was reading the morning news from the fairy world, and Nan Feng was secretly eating some meat.
As soon as Qin Wanwan came in, Nanfeng immediately stood up: "Master."
Qin Wanwan smiled, sat down next to Nanfeng, looked around, and suddenly remembered: "Where is Wuming?"
"He's helping in the kitchen now."
Cuilu ate cherries while reading the storybook: "I don't think he likes it, but he can't just eat and not work."
"oh."
Qin Wanwan nodded, thinking that it was good to be alive, and didn't say much, just said: "Let's eat first today. After dinner, we will go out to inquire about the news. First, we will roughly find out the life of this Ning family ancestor, his enemies, and what happened more than a hundred years ago. If I am not wrong..."
Qin Wanwan raised her head and said to Cuilu: "Mingjing Daojun died more than a hundred years ago, and this ancestor began to be cursed more than a hundred years ago. Isn't the timing between the two too coincidental?"
Cuilv paused for a moment and nodded, "That's right. I'll go get some other information today, and you guys just do one thing."
"What?"
"The sword cultivators in Desolate City admire the strong. If you can become the Gentleman Sword of Desolate City this year, those sword cultivators will tell you everything they can. And, most importantly, we can meet Master Wuxiang. It is said that Master Wuxiang knows everything. If so, who in this world is most likely to know how the ancestor of the Ning family was cursed, it must be Master Wuxiang."
"Then," Qin Wanwan asked curiously after hearing this, "how do you become a gentleman sword?"
“It’s very simple.”
Cui Lu glanced at the three people and said, "The sword intent is the strongest below the level of the Spirit Transformation. The Moon Worship and Horse Sacrifice is about to begin. As long as you can win ten games in a day, you can participate in the finals. Just finish the game."
Upon hearing this, Jian Xingzhi laughed: "Isn't this like giving away pillows when you doze off?"
"That's right," Xie Gutang also smiled, "How can the sword power of a mere desolate city below the level of a spirit be compared with that of my Heavenly Sword Sect?"
"Below the level of transformation..." Qin Wanwan read these words and frowned, "Does it refer to cultivation or level?"
Cui Lu coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed: "I think that people like Xie Daojun, who is said to be in the Nascent Soul stage but is actually half a step into the God stage, should not be allowed to participate in the competition, right?"
"But I am indeed a Nascent Soul."
Xie Gutang frowned: "How can you treat me differently like this? If so, I can't participate in the competition."
Xie Gutang turned his head and said to Jian Xingzhi: "Senior, you can't do that even more."
Jian Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then retorted: "Nonsense, I just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, who says it's not possible?!"
"Forget it," Qin Wanwan interrupted them, "Just sign up, at most you will be kicked out of the examination room."
Everyone thought it was a good idea and nodded. After dinner, the group set out on their journey. The three sword cultivators led Nanfeng to sign up, while Cuilu went to find out the news from others.
As Qin Wanwan and her group walked out of the door, they met Jun Shu who was sweeping the floor.
As soon as Jun Shu saw Qin Wanwan, he raised his head. At that moment, love and sadness intertwined in his eyes. Qin Wanwan felt that she didn't know what to do with this old man, as if she had her own background of dark clouds, cold wind, and the background music of Erquan Yingyue, which made her stunned.
Jun Shu was filled with grief when he saw Qin Wanwan staring at him in a daze. He lowered his head while holding the broom and said, "Don't look at me. Don't think about me now. Don't remember me in such a terrible way in your heart!"
Qin Wanwan was frightened and tugged at Jian Xingzhi's sleeve: "Let's go."
Everyone quickly retreated and ran to the Junzijian registration point. The registration point was crowded with people. When four people squeezed in, they got the last four numbers of the day.
Qin Wanwan was last in the photo and Nanfeng was first.
The four of them glanced at the number plates and decided to go to the city to eat some tofu pudding, drink some afternoon tea, and get some information.
After a day of happy fun, the group returned to the scene in the afternoon, fanning themselves in the wind and waiting for the competition.
In Huangcheng, the hometown of sword cultivators, there is a fanatical love for fighting. The arena is built very professionally, like a modern boxing ring, surrounded by ropes. Sword cultivators swing their swords and fight inside.
The monks were fighting, it was very lively. Jian Xingzhi stood on Nanfeng's shoulder, holding a watermelon with a spoon. Qin Wanwan wore a straw hat and held a spoon. Xie Gutang held a coconut with a paper straw. They were in the crowd, looking up at the lightning and thunder, the flames soaring, like a large-scale fireworks show, and shouting "Wow", "Ah", "Awesome!" with the crowd.
By the afternoon, it was finally Nanfeng's turn.
The judge on the stage weakly shouted, "Number three hundred and thirty-three, Nan Feng."
Nan Feng imitated the previous contestants, descended from the sky, and entered the stage with great momentum!
Before Qin Wanwan could exclaim "Wow", Nanfeng was kicked down by someone.
The whole process took less than two seconds.
Qin Wanwan rushed to Nanfeng and supported him: "Nanfeng! How are you? Are you okay?!"
"Master... Master..." Nanfeng covered his chest, "Nanfeng... my chest hurts."
"Who else!"
As Nan Feng was talking, the clothes on the ring were blown off. The muscular man, whose muscles reflected a dazzling light in the sun, looked around and said fiercely: "Who else dares to come up!"
"This is too much!"
Xie Gutang looked at Nan Feng who was injured and stood up suddenly: "Let me teach him a lesson."
As he spoke, the judges called out Xie Gutang's name: "Number 334, Xie Gutang."
As soon as Xie Gutang's name came out, people around started talking about it.
After all, he was the champion of the Tianjian Sect's sword test, a rare ninth-grade golden elixir, a half-step to becoming a god in a hundred years, and the eldest senior brother of the Tianjian Sect...
Any of these titles is enough to make ordinary swordsmen kneel down in submission.
Xie Gutang stood on the stage, raised his hand and grasped the sword, and said in a cold voice: "Just now you asked, is there anyone else?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked the judges: "Judges, can such a person participate in the competition?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three judges raised their signs together: "No."
Xie Gutang was stunned for a moment, then the judges raised their sign again: "Foul."
“Alas, no,” two Divine Transformation cultivators rushed up from the sidelines and dragged Xie Gutang out. Xie Gutang said anxiously, “I’m a Nascent Soul! I’m not a Divine Transformation!”
There was silence for a second, and everyone responded: "Ah~ shameless."
"Those who have reached the level of Divine Transformation or those who have reached the level of Sword Spirit Divine Transformation or above are not allowed to participate in the competition."
A judge spoke with a distinct dialect, then lowered his head and read: "Number 335, Jian Xingzhi."
“He’s too flamboyant.”
Jian Xingzhi glanced at Xie Gutang who was dragged away, and comforted Qin Wanwan: "Don't worry, Master will definitely avenge Nanfeng."
As he spoke, he walked towards the ring, holding a wooden sword.
The sun was setting, and the last bit of light shone on Jian Xingzhi. Jian Xingzhi deliberately restrained himself and walked towards the ring step by step. The people on the ring looked at him coldly. Jian Xingzhi stepped forward and saluted like an ordinary monk, then pointed his wooden sword casually and said coldly: "Thank you."
As soon as the words fell, all the judges raised their signs together: "Cheating."
Jian Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then he pointed his wooden sword at the judges and cried out in dismay: "Why do you say I cheated?!"
The judges pointed their signs at something next to them that looked like a thermometer. This "thermometer" was as tall as a man, and there was glowing spiritual energy in the middle. At this moment, Jian Xingzhi pointed at the judges with a wooden sword, and the glowing spiritual energy exploded directly from his head.
"The sword measuring stone has exploded," the judge next to him criticized Jian Xingzhi, "You don't admit that you cheated?"
As he spoke, the judge pointed at Jian Xingzhi and said, "Drag him away."
Hearing this, the person on the other side burst into laughter.
"I thought it was something else. Come on, who else is there? Come quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Jian Xingzhi became furious. He took a quick step forward, but the monk who came was faster and grabbed him. Jian Xingzhi smashed the wooden sword into the monk's body, and then punched and kicked the monk while being pulled by him, threatening him: "You bastard, you think you are so weak that I dare to hit you, don't be arrogant, wait a minute, my disciple will come and tear you apart within three moves, just wait for me!"
The sturdy man sneered when he heard Jian Xingzhi's words and glanced around the ring: "Who is his disciple? Come here! It's either me who breaks her bones, or she who breaks mine! Come up if you have the guts, or I will poke her into a sieve!"
Hearing this, Qin Wanwan lowered her head silently and began to consider changing her number plate.
Fortunately, the sun had completely set before the judges started reading her name.
The judge glanced at the sun and began to pack up his things, his tone light and quick.
"It's time to get off work. Everyone, go home and have dinner. Come back tomorrow morning!"