Quanfu Inn is located on Gulou East Street. It is said to be the oldest and largest inn in the capital. When Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuxue and Korean arrived one after another, it was already late at night, but Yan Renying and the others were not there.

"Young Master Yan is going to bury his senior brother." In this case, of course, I will have to have the shop's friend! The shop's friend had some impression of Yan Renying and smiled and said, "That young man walked with the two lama masters. It's not long since he left!"

"Where did you go?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyebrows were frowning very deeply. He was a little powerful when he became serious;

The shop trembled in his heart and replied obediently: "Tian Silkworm Hall."

The Heavenly Silkworm Altar is outside Andingmen. The emperor values ​​all people, and the people are based on farming and sericulture. Therefore, the emperor worships first and farms first and the queen worships first and silkworms first and the northern suburbs;

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt strange: "Why did they bury Zhang Yingfeng at the Tiancan Silkworm Altar?"

The guy said tremblingly: "Because this Tian Silkworm Altar has been abandoned and has become the crematorium for the lamas."

Ximen Chuxue raised her eyebrows: "Cremnation?"

"The herdsmen outside the border were cremated by lamas after their death, and their customs remained unchanged after entering the pass." Indeed, cremation was a matter of disrespect for the dead in this era. Koreans knew a little, saying: "Even the grass used for cremation was specially transported by camels outside the pass."

"This kind of grass is very special?" Ximen Chuxue said that it was just a dead house. If it weren't for the marriage, everyone would probably think that his wife was the sword in her hand. After hearing this, she suddenly felt magical and couldn't help but talk more;

Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, but smiled and said, "It seems that everyone has curiosity! You, Ximen Chuxue, is no exception! I can answer you this question! That kind of grass is indeed very special, not only very soft, but also green after drying."

Ximen Chuxue said: "What's the use of this grass?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Use it to cushion in the box!"

Lu Xiaofeng spread her hands and said, "What box?"

"The box for dead people." Han Wen sighed and said, "Before the cremation of the dead, we must put it in the box first. It is said that because the lama wants money, I traveled around the capital yesterday. I saw once, the hall was filled with a box of two feet wide and three feet high! It was very terrifying!"

Ximen Chuxue said: "The box is only two feet wide and three feet high?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded. The expression on his face seemed to be about to vomit: "So the dead cannot stand or lie down, they can only squat in the box. Not only are there many such boxes in the hall, but they are also covered with yellow cloth bags. They are all dead ashes. They transport the ashes back once a year. Before they can be transported away, they are hung in the hall."

"I think you can talk less nonsense. If it is too late, Zhang Fengying will probably be hung in the bag!" Han Wen shook his head helplessly. What's wrong with this today? Lu Xiaofeng has many problems, so because he is a problem baby, what will Ximen Chuxue do?

It was getting deeper. The lights in the Tiancantan Hall Hall were dim, and the hall itself looked like a tomb. The cold wind on the winter night was already cold. Here, there was an indescribable stench, forming a gust of cold wind, like ghosts and howling.

Lu Xiaofeng has been to the eunuch's nest. The smell in the eunuch's nest is already disgusting, but this place has another kind of stinking, weird and terrible smell, because it is the smell of rotten corpses. Some boxes still have blood, and dark red blood is slowly flowing out of the cracks of the wooden boards.

Suddenly, with a "wave", the wooden board cracked, and it seemed that someone was struggling in the box. Is the dead inside resurrected? Even Ximen Chuxue couldn't help feeling cold on his back, and Lu Xiaofeng almost jumped up.

Han Wen patted his shoulder and forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, the dead will not be resurrected! Haha! I really didn't expect that Lu Xiaofeng was also afraid!"

Ximen Chuxue's face twitched unnaturally, but Lu Xiaofeng patted her chest and said, "It's a dead person who rots. After it rots, it will swell and it will swell and break the box! I forgot about this! Hurry up and find someone!"

Ximen Chuxue said coldly: "No one wants you to explain."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm afraid you're afraid."

Ximen Chuxue said: "I am only afraid of a kind of person!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "What kind of person?"

Ximen Chuxue said: "A long-winded person."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, of course it was not very pleasant. He was a bad choice to argue with Ximen Chuxue, because he was very likely to be angry and slaughtered you. So Lu Xiaofeng, who was unhappy, muttered to himself and kept walking between the wooden boxes: "Strange, why are those people not even here?"

He would rather be talkative than keep his mouth shut. If he arrives alone, if he keeps his mouth shut, he will not be able to go crazy. Speaking will not only relax his spirit, but also make him temporarily forget this terrible stench.

Han Wen sighed, a little melancholy. Is his presence so low? He is always ignored by these two guys and can't help but say: "They may be burning Zhang Fengying's body behind him. The only stove here is behind the hall, and there is no chimney!"

"You know even this?" Lu Xiaofeng said;

"It's a pity that he doesn't know something." Someone behind the hall suddenly sneered: "The stove can burn four people at the same time. It's more than enough to burn four of you! In a short while, it will be destroyed!"

Weird sound, weird tone. Weird people! Lamas are not all weird. These two lamas are not only weird, but also ugly. No one can describe their faces. They seem to be masks of two evil ghosts. Masks made of bronze.

They were wearing yellow robes, but only half of them were worn, revealing their left shoulder, nine bronze rings on their left arm, and one on their ears.

The weapons they used were also bronze rings, and there were sharp edges on all sides except where they shook hands. No matter who suddenly saw two people in such a place, they would be scared and sweated;

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, and Ximen Chuxue also raised the corners of her lips. Compared to Lu Xiaofeng's sarcasm, his sneer was very harmful;

Han Wen knocked on the forehead and said, "Maybe...I have a problem with my arithmetic? Or the lama can't count? You only have two people, how could you burn five?"

"There are three in the front and two in the back." One lama grinned and showed a white teeth, while the other's face looked like a dead person.

"Who are there two behind?" Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand.

The lama smiled grimly and said, "It's two people waiting for you to go to the West together."

Han Wen smiled again and interrupted, "Do I know how to describe them? Are the ignorant fearless? Brainless? Or something else? Who will come? I always feel like beating them is bullying children! It's boring!"

The Lama, who was not smiling, was shocked and said coldly: "Kill!"

While speaking, the two lamas were about to pounce on him. Ximen Chuxue said coldly: "I'll do it! I hate this lama! Even the dead don't respect them. I should teach them!"

He wants to take action, what can Korean and Lu Xiaofeng say? It’s nothing more than holding their shoulders to watch the fun, preparing to appreciate the sword technique that is as noble and arrogant as Ye Gucheng! Compared to Korean and bloody sword technique, this is called art!

Ximen Chuxue sneered. Suddenly, he drew his sword. The sword light flashed and stabbed him at a wooden box next to him. No one could imagine how fast he drew his sword and attacked, and no one could imagine why he wanted to stab the wooden box.

His sword was not a killer.

At the same moment, with a slight sound of "wave", another wooden box suddenly cracked, and a sword stabbed out like a poisonous snake, piercing Lu Xiaofeng's "Grip Grain Cave". This sword came too fast, Taiyin, and completely unexpected.

Can a dead person kill people? If Lu Xiaofeng was not Lu Xiaofeng, he had already died under this sword! Lu Xiaofeng was Lu Xiaofeng. He suddenly made a move and stretched out two fingers to clamp the sword. He had already clamped the sword! No matter whether it was a human or a ghost in the wooden box, he would clamp the sword of the human, ghost, gods and demons.

This is an unparalleled magical skill and will never fail. At this same moment, with a "swish" sound, Ximen Chuxue's sword had pierced into the wooden box. A sudden scream from the wooden box made a terrible cry, and the wooden board flew into the crack, and a man rushed out.

A dark and thin man waved a black sword in his hand, his face covered in blood. The blood was red.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "So they are four people!"

Ximen Chuxue said coldly: "Four people, seven eyes."

The man in black who rushed out of the wooden box had his left eye picked out by the tip of the sword. He waved his black snake sword like crazy and stabbed out nine swords like lightning. His sword technique was weird and weird. Unfortunately, he used a sword. Unfortunately, he met Ximen Chuxue!

Ximen Chuxue said coldly: "I didn't want to kill anyone."

His sword light flashed again. Only a flash! The man in black cried suddenly and his whole body suddenly stiffened, standing there like a puppet. Blood was still flowing, but his man had suddenly fallen down, and he was like a sack that had been suddenly drained.

Lu Xiaofeng pinched the tip of the sword and looked at the wooden box in front of her. There was no movement in the box, and suddenly said, "Brother Han! We met the swordsman and the lama. I guess, this group of people are all these two kinds of people. So do you think the lama or the swordsman in this box?"

Han Wen tilted his head and said, "I guess it's... they only have one kind of person - dead!"

As he spoke, his man suddenly flew up like an eagle, and a long sword emerged in his sleeve. The sword light was like a stunning rainbow and lightned, and he first stabbed the grim lama. He didn't like the lama's smile.

The lama's double rings were swaying and swivel out, and the moves were also weird and strange. The double rings were originally a strange outer door pong blade. No matter what kind of sword was trapped, even if it was not broken, it would be taken away.

As the sword light flashed, it actually pierced into the pair of copper rings, like a moth throwing into the flames by itself. The lama smiled grimly and twisted the two rings. He wanted to snatch the Korean sword!

"Broken!", the word "no" did not sound, because when he was about to start a loud voice, he suddenly found that the sword edge had reached his throat.

The cold sword edge! He could even feel this cold feeling, slowly entering his blood. Then he felt nothing and stopped laughing. Han Wen really didn't like his smile.

Although the lama was no longer smiling, he still gritted his teeth and was about to pounce on him. The nine copper rings on the lama's left arm suddenly flew over, hovering and dancing, coming quickly and quickly. The copper ring was out of his hand, and his man had already rushed out, broke through the window, and was about to escape;

It was obvious that he was not as fast as Han Wen's sword. With a flash of light, all nine copper rings broke. When the light flashed again, the lama was cut off in the waist!

He did run away, but it was just an upper body! His lower body was still twitching in the hall;

"Your swordsmanship has improved a lot! I originally thought that after I parted in Guanzhong, I could compete with you for my longevity!" Ximen Chuxue's expression could not show any sadness and joy, but there was obviously some disbelief in her tone;

Han Wen said casually: "When you were in seclusion and practicing swords, I was the same. However, my understanding was a little weak, so I invited the world's masters to fight with war. To this day, there are not many strong people who can compete with me, otherwise I would not make an appointment with Ye Gucheng for duel! Okay! Look at the people here!"

While he was talking, he raised his hand and slapped the box. The box cracked. The person was still in the box, squatting in the box without moving. His nose, tears, and saliva were all flowing out, and he was still covered in stench. He was scared to death.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was on the side, was stunned, covered her mouth, and muttered: "The tone is arrogant enough. 'Holy Mother', the mysterious sword sect. These names sound quite scary, but he couldn't stand the scare himself!"

Ximen Chuxue suddenly said, "This person was not from the 'Holy Mother's Water Peak'."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "How do you know?"

Ximen Chuxue said: "I recognize their swordsmanship. They use the 'Tornado' of the 'Hainan Sword Sect'!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Are they disciples of the 'Hainan Sword Sect'?"

Ximen Chuxue said: "It must be."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why do they pretend to be swordsmen of the 'Holy Mother'?"

Ximen Chuxue said: "You should have asked him yourself!"

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Han Wen and said helplessly: "It's a pity that this person seems to be speechless now!"

Han Wen touched his nose, was he that cruel? He said, "Don't forget that there are two people behind him."

Who are the two people behind? One is a dead person, one is a living person! Of course, the dead person can no longer move, and the living person can't move either.

The dead man is Zhang Yingfeng, and the living man is Yan Renying. This arrogant young man is lying next to the stove like a dead man, as if he is waiting to be burned.

Lu Xiaofeng helped him up and saw that he was not dead, but someone had just lit the acupoint. Ximen Chuxue waved her hand and untied it for him, looking at him coldly. He also saw Ximen Chuxue's pale and cold face, and struggled to stand up: "Who are you?"

"Ximen Chuxue!"

Ximen Chuxue! Looking at the Korean language on the side, two big enemies were listed!

Yan Renying's face twisted and fell down again. She sighed and said, "You kill me! Why don't you kill me? Instead, save me?"

Lu Xiaofeng also sighed and said, "Because he doesn't want to kill you, you want to kill him!"

Yan Renying lowered her head, and it seemed that she felt even more uncomfortable than death.

Ximen Chuxue suddenly said, "The technique of pointing acupoints is also used in Hainan."
To be continued...