Chapter 386 My Name Is Ning Chenye

"Hello, who is the owner of this place?"

Zhang Qisen walked to the counter and asked the busy woman behind the bar.

It's a pity that the other party seemed to have not heard it and was busy on her own. Zhang Qiyao next to him also came over to ask, but the woman still did not respond.

In such a special place, the two brothers did not dare to act rashly, so they had to walk to the side of the wine table, found a relatively empty wine table, took out a piece of silver from their arms, and said to one of the drinkers.

"Brother, can you tell us about the owner of this inn?"

There were three people sitting at this table, two of whom were playing finger-guessing games, and the remaining one was watching. After being interrupted by the Zhang brothers, the drinker who was asked turned his head.

He looked down at the silver in the hands of the Zhang brothers, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"This kind of silver is useless here."

As soon as these words came out, the drinkers who were playing finger-guessing games on the opposite side and all the drinkers around stopped moving. The noisy hotel lobby seemed to have been paused, and the sound stopped abruptly. Everyone looked over.

Such a horrifying scene made the two brothers feel a little uneasy. This place didn't seem to be a place of opportunity, but more like an evil place or a dangerous place.

"May I ask what the 'silver' that is circulated here is?"

The eldest brother Zhang Qisen asked bravely.

"It's life."

"The life that goes back and forth."

All the drinkers said in unison.

The Zhang brothers' hearts rang with a 'Gedeng', and they subconsciously wanted to escape. But before they could move, their shoulders were held down by someone. These seemingly ordinary drinkers were like mountain monsters at this moment. The pressure of their palms was like a mountain pressing down on them, making them unable to move at all.

"Send it to the back kitchen."

The woman who was looking down at the account book behind the counter raised her head. She glanced at the two brothers in front of her, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

These two unlucky guys actually have the same fate as her husband.

After hearing this, the guests sent the Zhang brothers to the back kitchen like pigs. This is an open-air backyard. An old man with no hair and a shrunken face was chopping meat on the chopping board. Hearing the noise, he waved his hand without looking back.

"It's not finished yet, put it aside first."

The guests were already used to it. The Zhang brothers, who were sealed all over their bodies, could only struggle desperately, making a "woo woo woo" sound from their mouths, but these people were already used to it. After throwing them aside, they went to the front hall again.

Zhang Qisen used all his strength and finally broke free a little. He turned his head.

He saw the back of the old man chopping meat.

The old man was short and skinny, holding a slender bone-chopping knife in his hand, and the blood-stained blade was shining coldly. Lying on the ground, he couldn't see the "pig" on the chopping board. Zhang Qisen just instinctively felt that something was wrong. He felt that the thing on the chopping board was not a piglet, but more like a person.

This guess made Zhang Qisen shudder. When he was thinking about it, his arm was suddenly touched by someone. He turned his head and found that the person who touched him was his second brother Zhang Qiyao.

Zhang Qiyao's face was full of horror, and his eyes kept pointing at the garbage pool next to him. Zhang Qisen looked over subconsciously.

Over there was the garbage discarded by the bone-chopping old man after killing the "pig". It was a mess inside. When Zhang Qisen looked over, he saw two heads in the garbage pool. Two round heads, the owners of these two heads died with their eyes open, and their round eyes stared straight at the two of them.

When Zhang Qisen saw the two heads, his expression also changed.

These two heads belonged to him and his second brother Zhang Qiyao!

"In the inn, the lives that are repeated over and over are the most valuable."

After the bone-chopping old man finished processing the ingredients on the chopping board, he came over and grabbed Zhang Qiyao's neck with one hand and dragged him onto the chopping board. During the process, Zhang Qiyao struggled desperately, but his whole body was controlled. He couldn't break free even with all his strength, and could only watch the bone-chopping knife fall.

After a while, the bone-chopping old man grabbed Zhang Qisen on the ground again, and the bone knife fell, and the vision was dark.

Outside the window.

The rain was heavier.

On the muddy path, two more people broke into the inn with terrified faces. The expressions on the faces of these two people were exactly the same as those of the Zhang brothers who were killed before. They repeated the previous actions and forgot the past.

Thunderbolt!

Thunder streaked across, and the scarlet lanterns swayed in the rain. The inn was like a crawling demon, standing still and silent.

After a while, two figures walked in again in the rain.

"Excuse me, who is the owner of the inn?"

The voices of the Zhang brothers echoed in the rainy night, slowly merging with the inn.

Early morning.

Tang Wenyou, dressed in white, flew in the mountains, his consciousness spread out, carefully searching for the entrance to the spiritual field mentioned by his master.

There is a spiritual field in this place, which contains Yuanying-level spiritual materials. A spiritual field hidden in a large tomb, and Taiqing Patriarch told him the cause and effect of this matter before coming here.

Mr. Weng mentioned by the temple keeper is the disciple of the Qionghua Sect who stayed in this place.

His cultivation is not high, and his main task is to help the two ancestors guard this place. After Tang Wenyou came, he took over everything in Mr. Weng's hands. After Tang Wenyou accepted the task, the real Mr. Weng went back to the sect to hand over the task.

"It should be nearby."

Tang Wenyou landed on the top of a tree on a small hill, and his consciousness carefully searched for changes here.

Time has passed too long, the ground vein environment will change, and the map can only locate the approximate location. They have to find the specific location by themselves. Tang Wenyou went to Lingxin Temple to investigate the specific clues of the spiritual field.

Only mortals with short lives will pay attention to these details.

Because the length of their lives can only see these. As for the disappearance of poultry, he didn't take it to heart from the beginning. The fate of mortals is predetermined, and there is no need to intervene.

It is fate to be able to live, and it is also fate to not live.

Tang Wenyou took out three puppets from the storage bag and installed the spiritual essence into them.

"Master."

The three puppets instantly came to life and saluted Tang Wenyou. These puppets are all creations of the Qionghua School. Their strength is equivalent to the foundation-building stage, and the consumption of activation is also spiritual essence.

"Find the entrance to the spiritual field."

"Yes."

Under Tang Wenyou's order, the three puppets began to conduct a carpet search nearby.

Boom! !

But a moment later, one of the three puppets exploded. The aftermath awakened Tang Wenyou's thoughts. He quickly flew over and found a collapsed muddy path here.

"Bingsan was destroyed below."

The remaining two puppets also flew over, and one of the female-looking puppets spoke. As puppets, they can record the information seen by the other two puppets.

Tang Wenyou flew to the edge and his consciousness swept along the cliff.

Those who can be the true disciples of Taiqing Patriarch are naturally not fools. Tang Wenyou himself is also a Jindan cultivator, and he is the best among Jindan cultivators, because he condensed a middle-grade red elixir. In the absence of a golden elixir, a red elixir cultivator is the strongest among the Jindan cultivators.

"Strange."

Tang Wenyou retracted his consciousness and frowned slightly.

The information fed back by the consciousness was very simple. Below was a valley of ordinary people, and the blown-up puppet was still lying below, looking like an unlucky guy who slipped and fell to death.

The foundation-building puppet fell from a height of more than 20 meters and broke. On the surface, this is the result, but

How is this possible!

"You two, go down and take a look."

Tang Wenyou did not go down directly. He attached a wisp of consciousness to the two puppets and gave them orders.

He bought these three puppets for the purpose of exploring the way.

"Yes."

The two puppets jumped down the cliff without hesitation. The process of the puppets jumping down was very smooth, without encountering any abnormalities, and Tang Wenyou's consciousness attached to them did not sense any other dangers. After the puppets fell, they searched around the bottom of the mountain. Except for the blown-up puppets, they did not find the entrance to the spiritual field.

It was just an ordinary valley.

"Strange."

How did the foundation-building puppet get destroyed in an ordinary valley?

It is impossible to give up the spiritual field, which is related to the condensed infant. He spent a lot of money to get this opportunity from Master Taiqing.

Tang Wenyou weighed it for a moment and reached out to take out the magic sword.

With his current strength, he is not afraid of anyone in the entire Tiannan region except for the few Yuanyings standing at the top. He has the confidence to condense the red dan sword cultivator.

When in doubt, cut it with one sword.

Spreading his spiritual sense, Tang Wenyou flew down from above. As soon as he entered the valley, he felt a different breath.

Cave Heaven?

It seems not.

The valley was full of fog. As soon as he entered the valley, his vision was affected. The range of spiritual sense perception was also compressed to one third of the original. What's more strange is that the light disappeared. It was obviously broad daylight, but the valley was dark. The valley was full of water mist.

"Master."

"There is an inn here."

Two puppets walked out of the fog. They were not living beings and would not be affected by the external environment. Tang Wenyou could not see anything unusual on it before, also because of the special nature of the puppets.

"Inn?"

He couldn't see it when he was on it, but the inn appeared as soon as he came down.

Tang Wenyou put away the previously damaged puppets, spread his spiritual sense, and dispersed towards the location of the inn.

"Go and have a look."

The two puppets immediately turned around and headed for the location they had searched before.

Tang Wenyou followed behind, with his consciousness spreading all the way.

After walking about a hundred meters, his consciousness sensed a cold building. This building seemed to have been forgotten for hundreds of years, and its surface was full of vicissitudes. When the consciousness spread over it, it would be bounced back by a strange force.

'It is likely that the cave heaven spiritual field that can affect the consciousness of the Dan formation is the one that Master mentioned. I just don't know when the senior brother from Taixu Peak will come. Master said that the key to open the spiritual field was divided into two by him and Taixu Patriarch, and each peak held one. '

A thought flashed through Tang Wenyou's mind, and before he could move forward, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother, brother, wait a minute"

Looking back, he saw a young man carrying a bookcase, panting and running towards him. Seeing Tang Wenyou stop, the young man showed a surprised expression on his face, and his pace quickened a bit, and soon he was beside Tang Wenyou.

"Finally I met a living person, thank God." The young man panted as he spoke.

Judging from his demeanor, he was just an ordinary person.

"Who are you?"

Tang Wenyou did not let down his guard, and kept the magic sword in his hand. He kept a distance from the person. If there was anything wrong, he could attack immediately.

"My name is Ning Chenye, and I'm a scholar."

Ning Chenye showed an embarrassed smile on his face.

Bang.

While Tang Wenyou and Ning Chenye were talking, there was a sudden explosion in front of them. The two puppets he had sent out to explore the way were all destroyed at this moment, and the spiritual consciousness attached to them also disappeared.

Such a coincidence made Tang Wenyou instinctively doubt the scholar in front of him.

"Scholar?"

"Yes, I am going to Beijing."

Tang Wenyou didn't listen to Ning Chenye's words at all. He turned the magic sword in his hand, and the sword energy soared into the sky, slashing towards Ning Chenye's face.

If you doubt, then take action.

No matter whether it is true or false, just cut it with a sword first! (End of this chapter)