However, Taoist Zhang Shan suddenly smiled and said, "But I think what the man said is true."

The bearded swordsman is in a bit of a dilemma, his heart is full of ghosts, his smiling face is like a monster, and things in the world are unpredictable.

If there is really a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect who is willing to come here, even if it is just an outer monk of the second or third level, he can prove the innocence of the ghost man and the tree ghost woman in the ancient house.

Shen Gao Sect is the leader of Aquarius Continent Taoism, and there is a Tianjun as the Dinghai Shenzhen. To put it bluntly, even if he is a handyman disciple cleaning the steps of the mountain gate, his words may be more effective than the head of a small sect outside.

The four people present, although the battle had come to an end, still did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Especially the woman who stole the core of the ancient elm tree. Before that, she had been well protected by the male owner of the ancient house. In this battle, she was chopped off countless roots by the bearded swordsman, and was even frightened by the peach wood sword.

It was a serious loss. Although deep down in her heart, she knew that such a day would come sooner or later, but when this day really came, she still panicked. She only felt that she would always be a burden to her husband, and the guilt in her heart became more and more intense.

Her heart was in turmoil.

It's been like this for hundreds of years.

At this moment, after entering the courtyard for the second time, two surprisingly powerful auras appeared. One person was wearing a Taoist robe, falling from the sky. For some reason, they did not go straight to the embroidery building, but chose to land there. Although the men and women in the ancient house had been there before.

I heard the fighting over there, but it was clear that the enemy was in front of me. I was busy dealing with the bearded swordsman and had no time to distract myself to find out. I just assumed that the old woman, who was a maid, had regained consciousness and was blocking the attackers from sneaking into the ancient house.

Sinister villain.

Then soon there were the Yin Temple Mountain God and the Taoist Bailu, who came and went in an even greater hurry.

He also said weird things about "his destiny is to fly the sword" and "the sword fairy", as if he had encountered a real mountain god and didn't dare to take action, so he hurriedly retreated far away.

The bearded swordsman said softly: "Little Taoist priest, go and take a look."

Taoist Zhang Shan was stunned. Although the bearded man spoke calmly, the meaning in his eyes was to ask him to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

The young Taoist was speechless, feeling agitated and sad.

Fortunately, he finally met someone who has the same ideals. He is willing to sacrifice his life to eliminate demons and defend the way. He is still as heroic as ever in the dragon's pond and tiger's den. This is exactly the person he longs to be the most in his life. The sad thing is that he is always so useless and ineffective.

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The young Taoist didn't say anything. He silently drove the mahogany sword back from the embroidery building, took it in his hand, and relied on the magical talisman on his leg for the last moment before turning around and walking quickly.

The sword-wielding man in the courtyard frowned and thought deeply, wondering whether the change there was a joy or a sorrow.

Could it be that Shen Gaozong really sent his disciples down the mountain here?

The woman was worried about his body. She was already at the end of her strength. This battle was more like a drumbeat. She no longer cared about her manners and moved forward slowly. Her huge body, which was covered by a blue dress and a tall embroidered building, appeared for the first time.

It appeared that the beauty's back on the second floor was broken open, like a woman standing on a huge tree stump and falling in the courtyard. Behind her was a large section of old tree roots slanting in the air.

She stretched out her hands tremblingly and held the man's face, babbling. She only regretted that she couldn't speak.

The man comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's impossible to say that the sect really sent people to rescue you."

Seeing this scene, the bearded swordsman sighed and leaned his sword on the ground, thinking that even if the couple in front of him were really evil-minded ghosts, this affection could not be faked.

After Chen Ping'an scared off the Mountain God of the Yin Temple and the White Deer Taoist, he picked up the Jiawan ball, put it among the square objects, and then quietly rushed to the verandah of the third or fourth courtyard, ready to control the two flying swords at any time.

Kill the enemies separately. On the fifteenth day, he instantly killed the sword-wielding man. On the first day of the year, he was responsible for delaying and killing the tree enchantress. However, just when Chen Pingan was about to let the two flying swords snatch out the sword-raising gourd, he found that the battle had stopped.

, the two sides had no intention of fighting for the time being. When Chen Ping'an listened to the heartfelt words of the man from the ancient house who seemed to be showing his true feelings, he was a little unsure of the authenticity, so he began to hold his breath and concentrate, standing silently behind a pillar that covered his figure.

When the bearded swordsman asked Taoist Zhang Shan to leave, Chen Ping'an thought for a moment, pointed his toes, raised his body, stepped on the pillars of the corridor, and shot out towards the third courtyard. His body was high on the corridor.

In a flash, he tapped his hands on the beam in front of him, and his body moved upwards like a fish floating in the water. He passed through it smoothly, and soon returned from the third entrance to the second entrance yard. He landed floating on the ground and stood in front of his original residence.

Sitting on the threshold at the door of the wing room, the moment Chen Pingan sat down on his butt, the young Taoist priest rushed over.

"Chen Pingan!"

Taoist Zhang Shan said angrily, "Let's grab our things and leave quickly. Knight Xu wants us to go to the town quickly. Things are twists and turns. I won't be able to explain for a while..."

Chen Pingan stood up and suddenly pointed to the door of the ancient house, "Someone broke in."

After entering the door, a group of people put away their oil-paper umbrellas, walked around the screen wall, folded into the verandah, and strode towards their courtyard.

This group of people were all dressed in simple, elegant and exquisite Taoist robes, with fish-tail crowns on their heads, one of the three Taoist religions. There were five Taoist priests, old and young, male and female, and they had extraordinary momentum.

The leader, the old Taoist, should be the leader. In the night, his eyes are still bright and radiant. At first glance, he is an accomplished Taoist among the gods.

The remaining four people were young Taoists of a weak age, holding copper bells and carrying long swords with black scabbards on their backs. The sword spikes were made of a long string of golden silk knots, which were extremely eye-catching.

There was a pair of boys and girls who looked very similar, with arrogant expressions. One had a long black rope hanging from his waist, and the other had a beautiful green and yellow bamboo whip slung across his waist.

There was also a child with a smile on his face. Because he was the smallest and had the shortest legs, he seemed to walk with a swagger and a swagger. He was carrying an inconspicuous long piece of wood in his hand, but it was engraved with the words "All ghosts bow their heads"

Ancient characters.

The young Taoist laughed softly and said, "Master, you are a human being, not a monster."

The old Taoist nodded, then ignored Chen Pingan and Zhang Shan who were standing at the door of the wing, and walked straight forward. When the men and women behind him passed by them, they were not interested in Chen Pingan, who was carrying a wooden box and two swords. They just looked at him.

After taking a few glances at the Taoist crown and robes of Taoist priest Zhang Shan, they seemed to feel a little fresh.

The five Taoist priests just left the two of them behind. After the old Taoist stepped into the third courtyard, he shouted angrily: "Yang Huang! Why don't you come out and plead guilty!"

The sword-wielding man downstairs felt mixed emotions after hearing this familiar voice.

Fortunately, the old Taoist was an undoubted inner disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, which meant that his letter for help had worked. Although the sect had already eliminated its Taoist priest genealogy, it still did not intend to ignore it, but

If someone really sent people down the mountain to investigate the matter, it meant that the mountain god named Qin was destined to have to walk around without food.

But there was also a greater worry in the man's heart. The old Taoist and he were of the same generation. They were the proud sons of heaven who entered Shen Gao Sect in the same year. Their masters were brothers, and their masters were the same person. But the two of them

The relationship between them is extremely bad. When they were practicing in Shengaozong, the two were incompatible with each other. Now one is an unattainable immortal master, and the other is a despicable scoundrel who is neither human nor ghost. If the old Taoist takes revenge, he will

What can be done?

Behind the old Taoist, not behind Yang Huang, is Shen Gaozong, who has a Taoist master sitting at the mountain gate.

The man holding the sword asked the woman to hide behind him. He gently stabbed the long sword into the ground. He no longer held the sword, faced the veranda, and bowed to the end. "Yang Huang is willing to accept the punishment of the sect."

The old Taoist walked into the Xiulou Square with high spirits and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Yang Huang, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, you are doing well."

The bearded swordsman turned around and saw clearly the attires of the five Taoist priests. Instead of approaching the immortal masters of Shen Gao Sect, he cupped his fists at the man who was bowing and said, "Tonight, Mr. Xu offended the virtuous couple.

, I sincerely apologize! If necessary, Mr. Xu will definitely come forward."

The bearded man has been walking around the world for twenty years, and his sharp eyesight is so sharp that he can see through Yang Huang and the old Taoist master of Shen Gaozong at a glance.

Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, nothing more than this.

Those glamorous Taoist priests, old and young, all they lack is the words "decent people" plastered on their foreheads.

Taoist Zhang Shan sighed with emotion, "He is worthy of being a Taoist priest from Aquarius Island." Then looking at his belongings and clothes, the young Taoist from Juluzhou felt a little ashamed of himself. However, he couldn't bear to worry about the bearded swordsman, so he took Chen Ping'an away from him.

Followed, and finally squatted beside the railing of the verandah.

The old Taoist priest of the Shengao Sect had already led four juniors from the same sect who had gone down the mountain to practice, and walked into the dilapidated square. He held the palm of his hand behind him and quietly made a gesture unique to the sect. The other four people immediately flew out and took their respective positions.

In this position, the men and women of the ancient house were surrounded. Among them, the man with a sword was standing on the high wall. Looking at this posture, it did not look like the pomp and ceremony expected when a patron arrived.

A man named Yang Huang reached out and held the ugly female ghost's hand, and said softly: "I wish to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives."

The female ghost was still speechless, moaning and groaning, but everyone present knew that she was saying, "I wish to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives."

Just like that.

The straw-shoe boy, who originally planned to watch indifferently, burst into tears.

Even he himself was a little confused.

My childhood memories have long been blurred, and many things I can’t remember clearly.

But there is one scene that Chen Pingan still clearly remembers. His father is a dull man who is not good at words. He may have only said one love word in his life, "Can we continue to be together in the next life?"

The quiet woman who was mending clothes at that time just smiled and asked, "Why are we not together anymore?"

At that time, Chen Ping'an was nestled in the woman's arms. He was too young to have any feelings about these words involving life and death, but the looks and expressions of his parents at that moment were remembered by the child.

As time goes by, after his parents leave, Chen Pingan will feel more and more that if he truly likes someone, a lifetime will not be enough.

So there was such a scene.

Taoist Zhang Shan accidentally noticed something strange about Chen Pingan, and wiped his cheek, a little confused. No matter how hard the rain fell, his face wouldn't be covered with rain, right? What's more, the torrential rain has now turned into a gentle drizzle.

, it doesn’t matter even if you don’t hold an umbrella.

Zhang Shan was a little worried and asked: "Chen Ping'an, are you okay?"

Chen Pingan quickly wiped his face randomly, forced out a smile, shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's okay, there are so many weird things tonight, it's too scary, I am a late-minded person, I didn't care about being scared before, but now it's okay

, I dared to let go and cry."

Taoist Zhang Shan had an expression of admiration on his face. He reached out and patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder. He turned his head and suppressed his laughter and said, "Just pretend I didn't see it."

The old Taoist Shen Gaozong looked around, and finally looked at the man standing straight in the ancient house with a smile, and said: "Things are different and people are different. What a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks. Yang Huang, what do you think the poor Taoist will do with you?"

?Do you mean to act in accordance with the sect’s golden rules and act according to the rules? Or do you mean to act in accordance with the personal relationship between you and me and not act in accordance with the rules?”

The man in the ancient house gritted his teeth and remained silent.

But in the end, he had to kneel down and beg for mercy, just asking for mercy from this immortal master of Shen Gaozong.

The bearded swordsman is about to speak. He must speak up and speak without vomiting!

The old Taoist turned his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he shouted loudly, "Everyone else, please shut up! Shen Gaozong is cleaning up the sect, and no one else is allowed to point fingers!"
To be continued...