As soon as Cheng Qian left the valley, he suddenly turned his head and grabbed it out of thin air. With a "Ouch", a young man with a thorny head rolled down from a big tree at the exit of the valley.

The man landed first, but the bag on his back was slower and hit the head of the man. He didn't know what heavy object was in his bag. The man hit the head and made a powerful muffled sound. The young man rolled his eyes on the spot, and his feet were all facing the sky and the earth fell backwards, as if he had died before he left the army.

Cheng Qian: "…"

Although Cheng Qian, apart from the Valley Master, basically knew no one in the Valley. But this unique style is not wrong, and it is obvious that it is under the Valley Master Nian.

Just when he was about to raise his legs, the young man who had been dizzy for a moment woke up slowly. When he saw Cheng Qian at first sight, the young man's face was almost joyful. He pushed his head and fist into Cheng Qian's feet and yelled: "Senior! I've been waiting here for half a night, Senior!"

Cheng Qian felt that this was a bit awkward, a bit like an appointment to elope, and one of the scumbags even made a appointment.

He coughed dryly: "You're welcome... Well, don't call me senior."

The young man was stunned: "Oh, then Elder Cheng, I was about to go on a trip and ask the elder to take me for a while... Uh, the 'elder' doesn't like to listen to it? What's that called? Uncle Cheng! No, I remember it! Cheng... Cheng... Master Cheng! Why don't I just take my master as my teacher?"

Cheng Qian: "…"

Seeing that the young man was about to kneel down, he planned to scoop a handful of loess and worship the tea on the spot. Cheng Qian quickly raised his hand and held him up: "Don't, I don't plan to accept disciples for the time being. Who are you in the valley?"

The young man said carelessly: "No one has been practicing with the Valley Master. The Valley Master is my father. He won't mind me joining someone else's disciple."

After hearing this not surprising answer, Cheng Qian couldn't help but sarcastically and said, "Oh, no wonder, that's really beyond the reach of his youth."

The young man was so happy that he was praising him for this and said humbly: "Where are there, I have a lot to learn from."

"..." Cheng Qian pinched his eyebrows weakly and asked, "What's the name?"

The young man raised his chest and replied strongly: "Nian Dada!"

No matter how hypocritical the person was, he could not praise the name against his will. Cheng Qian was finally sure that the master of Nian Valley had half been dug by something.

Cheng Qian refused to accept him as his apprentice, Nian Dada didn't care, and rolled up his own package and chased him. As Cheng Qian's follower, he asked with a saliva while chasing him, "Former... Uncle Cheng, where are we going?"

This obviously means nothing to say. Cheng Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he pretended not to hear it. Nian Dada was distracted. Before he could answer, he asked and answered himself: "Nonsense, it's naturally fifteen cities - uncle, what is the monsters and monsters in the fifteen cities?"

This time he didn't expect Cheng Qian to care about him, so he simply replied to himself: "No matter whether it is Fang Shensheng, it is impossible to cause trouble in the countryside. We have to deal with it!"

Cheng Qian finally turned around and interrupted his one-man show and asked, "Is Dad nodded?"

"My father doesn't care," Nian Dadadao, "Uncle Master, don't worry, we all know that as long as we go out of the army, we will be free."

Cheng Qian had a little toothache, and I don’t know what kind of "teacher" could release this guy.

Nian Dada rarely understood his expression once, and explained with a stern voice: "Uncle Master has been in seclusion for many years. I don't know that the rules of my sect have always been 'Cultivation is not high, just a little bit. As long as you do not cause trouble... don't report to the master's sect even if you cause trouble.'"

Cheng Qian was speechless immediately.

Nian Dada continued: "Anyway, when you go out for a trip, you need to eat, drink, have fun, and kill demons and eliminate demons by the way - Oh, of course, you only choose the ones you can beat, and you need to make the older generation who can't beat you."

Cheng Qian looked down at the sword given to the valley master and understood - it turned out that this was for him to be the way, as a way to eat, drink, and have fun.

Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help but smile alone.

Nian Dada suddenly became a male duck who was strangled and was stunned.

Usually, my fellow disciples in the Ming Valley get together, but if you have nothing to do, you like to talk about the elder Youtan as a topic - who can stay in seclusion in Bingtan for decades? Will you not even be able to speak when you come out?

Who can survive such a heavenly disaster without any harm in the end?

He is simply not a human!

Although Nian Dada spoke very lively in front of Cheng Qian, out of admiration for the young elder, he was actually very nervous, and his calves had been trembling under his robe for a long time.

Seeing that his face was dull, Cheng Qian said strangely: "What?"

Nian Dada hurriedly pinched himself: "I, I...oh, that..."

"Don't be nervous, I just remembered our senior brother. He is a bit like Daddy," Cheng Qian said with a rare chance, "Oh, of course I mean I think the same thing, my senior brother still has a waist."

Nian Dada hurriedly flattered, "No, can it be? How could he be the same as my father? Then how could he train such a powerful figure as his uncle?"

Xi, this time, his flattery hit the horse's legs.

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, then a little smile on his face suddenly dissipated. He lowered his head and walked towards the distant village. After a long time, he whispered in a low voice: "I don't know, I can... be lucky."

Although Cheng Qian did not clearly say that he would take him, Nian Dada finally held one thigh and followed him with a stern face.

Less than half a mile away from the village, Cheng Qian felt something was wrong. He calmly concentrated his true energy in his eyes and saw a surrounding village and town covered with a layer of blood.

It leads straight to the gloomy sky and rolls up large clouds of ominous clouds.

Cheng Qian frowned. This was unusual. He didn't believe that those with this kind of energy would be something that could be dealt with.

You should know that the higher the level of monk, the more he can turn everything into a rain. As for the unarmed mortals who are still doing it, the behavior is just the same as that of a wild beast. Even a true demon cultivator will not do such a shameful thing.

Could the culprit here deliberately creates some illusion that makes the people in Mingming Valley think that this so-called "evil ghost" is just a casual cultivator who is not a good time?

In this way, there is no need to use a ox knife to kill the chicken. If Cheng Qian was not rushing down the mountain this time, the valley master would probably send a Taoist boy with average cultivation and poor experience to solve the problem.

So…and what?

Cheng Qian turned his mind and suddenly had an idea - the target of the hidden murderer here is very likely not these mortal villages, but the monks in Mingming Valley!

He immediately suppressed his breath. For a moment, Cheng Qian's body was filled with frost from the pressure of the cultivator of the soul. He was with Nian Dada, and at first glance he looked like a pair of brothers of similar level.

Nian Dada, this person, was more broad than the Yangtze River. At this time, he did not notice the blood and energy that enveloped the village, nor did he pay attention to Cheng Qian's changes. He led the way with great enthusiasm: "I went out to play once when I was a child. Did the uncle see that there? It seemed that the village was coming to meet us!"

When Liulang, who came back one step ahead of them, was already waiting for him. When he saw him, he quickly strode to greet him. However, Liulang never expected that the person coming was Cheng Qian. He was so flattered that he could hardly find Bei, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

"Is the corpse still there? Take me and see." Cheng Qian was polite and asked him directly to the village.

Liulang came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him: "Hey, I'm the immortal...that, please sit down for a while, I'll call someone to pour the pot of tea..."

Cheng Qian waved his hand: "No need, I can't drink hot water, so I'd better take a look first..."

His voice came to an abrupt end and was shocked by the depression in the village.

This place is so dilapidated. I heard that immortals came, and almost all the villages were dispatched to watch. They saw that these people were all dressed in a dish and had torn clothes. In such a large village, there were not even a decent tile house. Some thatched huts had traces of being pushed down and rebuilt. Even the few dogs that occasionally ran by were skinny and bone-skinned, with wild eyes as wild as wolves.

They did not dare to get close to Cheng Qian, so they stared at Nian Dada with such vigilant and fierce eyes.

This dog must have eaten raw food and had blood.

Although Cheng Qian has not been a worldly leader for a century, he thought that his origin was also a remote place, and the Cheng family was even more barely. He said that he was very poor and experienced. However, even so, this place still made him more knowledgeable.

Liulang explained quietly beside him: "The Immortal Chief has probably not been out of Mingming Valley. In the past two years, the natural disasters have been repeated, and then the King of Anping rebelled and fought for three years. The court has levied labor and taxes... It has not been delayed. I can't be well received, so don't be surprised by the Immortal Chief..."

Cheng Qian shook his head, his mood was a little complicated.

It was not until this time that he had a century of turmoil and had changed into a new person. For a moment, he felt that the "panzhan sword" that had been swaying in the market seemed to be pricked. Cheng Qian secretly pinched his hand and hid the sword.

At this moment, something touched his unintentional spiritual sense. Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head, and the shadows of the trees behind him were mottled, and there was nothing.

Nian Dada turned around and asked casually: "Uncle Master, what are you doing? Why haven't you?"

Cheng Qian said intently: "I've been stared at, this idiot."

But he cursed in his heart, but his face was not revealed. He just took back his spiritual sense, pretended not to know, and continued to move forward in silence, following Liu Lang to the place where the corpse was parked.

Nian Dada leaned forward happily and said, "Uncle Master, I heard from my fellow disciples that this matter was done by the ghost demon cultivator!"

"Is the Soul-Devouring Lamp? It is true that the Soul-Devouring Lamp requires male blood when refining ghost shadows," Cheng Qian said slowly, "But I heard that the blood needed for the ghost sacrifice lamp must be just drawn from the living body. It is not enough to die in one go. But if it is repeated several times, the person will not be able to do it, and the blood in this body cannot be used anymore. Therefore, those who die from the Soul-Devouring Lamp will not die like them, and their blood will be exhausted. Moreover, the Soul-Devouring Lamp is the most yin thing in the world, so how can it be that?"

Nian Dada was even more full of admiration: "Uncle Master, why do you know everything?"

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that this guy didn't even have the value to relieve his boredom - he was so annoyed.

In the midsummer, the corpse that had been released for several days was already rotten and smelly. When they opened the shroud, flies buzzed and flew around. They flew to Cheng Qian and flew away again. Under Nian's admiring gaze, Cheng Qian put his hand in a child's body without much care. In an instant, a black air jumped up from the corpse, soaring into the sky, turning into a dark face in the air. When he saw Cheng Qian, he immediately wanted to flee in a hurry.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and his body swayed and chased after him.

Nian Dada was a little slow to react. After a while, he said "Oh" and wanted to chase him again, but Cheng Qian was gone.

He hurriedly took out a heavy sword in the package, and stuffed the rest of the things into pieces, Liulang, and wanted to chase after the sword, and shouted, "Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Wait for me!"

There was no trace of Cheng Qian. Nian Dada flew around the sword, then fell back to the spot, grabbed his head, and said to the village listlessly: "Download the person."

Liulang hurriedly said, "Captain of Immortality, can you take me? I grew up in the local area and have familiar roads. I brought the place where white shadows appeared."

Nian Da looked at him in embarrassment. This young man was not good at learning skills and was able to control his own swords. He couldn't take anyone at all. Hearing this, he was embarrassed to tell the truth, so he had to pretend to cough, put away the heavy sword, and make excuses: "It's good, but it's easy to see in the sky. If I miss my uncle, it would be bad - why don't we still be on the ground?"

After saying that, he flipped through his package and found two cinnabar yellow paper talismans. Although this thing is not very expensive to make, it is very exquisite about the materials and can only be used once. Generally, when the incompetent children are not in front of you, the elders prepare it in advance.

Nian Dada picked and chose, and regarded a pair of tricks as cross-eyed eyes. Then he picked out two quick-moving talismans from it, pasted one on himself and Liu crossed his legs, and shouted: "!"

Liulang's face suddenly turned pale, and he was dragged by Juechen at lightning.

Neither of them saw it. A big elm tree next to it, a golden cicada that had been lying there for a long time, pretending to be "cicada" for a while, and then quietly flew down from the tree, chasing Nian Dada and Liulang. It chased after less than three or four miles away, and suddenly it seemed to have encountered something and paused.

The golden cicada circled twice on the side of the road, landing and turning into a leaf. The leaves cracked from it, and a clear air flew into the clear sky, flying all the way to a hillside less than fifty miles away.

Among the 100,000 mountains in Shu, a young man and a man were standing on a hillside and looking down. These two were the water holes that Li Yun and he had already traveled in Jiuzhou for most of the time.

Shuikeng said: "The elder brother asked me to say something to me, he would first visit the Master of Mingming Valley - after all, it is someone else's territory. When we come, it's hard not to say hello."

Li Yun nodded, and was about to ask something, when he suddenly heard a faint beep. He raised his head and saw his crystal-clear golden cicada flying back and landing obediently on Li Yun's shoulder.

"Golden Wire Cicada?" Shuipeng said strangely, "Can it find the demon cultivator so quickly?"

Li Yun waved his hand, and the golden cicada suddenly turned into the air. A depressed village immediately appeared in front of the two men. A young man in rags led two monks to the village.

The young monk in front of me entered the golden cicada's vision, and suddenly noticed something, turned around and then the whole image disappeared.

Waterhole: "Ah..."

"Nothing," Li Yun was not very surprised, only said, "This man must be a master of the soul. For some reason, he had hidden his cultivation. The soul cultivator felt extremely sensitive. He could be noticed at a glance. With such a powerful person, he would not dare to open his eyes during this period of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture reappeared again - this time it was a thatched hut with a row of corpses under the eaves. The person who had almost found a golden cicada was gone just now. Another young monk called out for a long time "Uncle Master" and so on, and flew around with his sword. Then he was persuaded by a village boy in a few words and took the boy. The two of them put on the speeding talisman together. The picture in front of him moved with them for a moment. Then, the cicada seemed to have encountered something, and suddenly stopped following, and the picture disappeared.

Li Yun put the cicada in his palm and said, "That place makes it feel dangerous and I dare not follow it anymore... Well, when the senior brother comes back, we will explore it."

"Wait!" Shuikeng grabbed Li Yun's shoulder and said anxiously, "Second Brother, read it again. At the beginning, I want to see the person who appeared at the beginning!"

"What's the best thing? It's just a flash and I can't see it clearly," Li Yun said in confusion. "Isn't the boy who was so whining just now called 'Uncle Master'? I guess he was an elder in his sect? What's wrong?"
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