Chapter 84 Behind You

"Brother, how long will we hide here?"

Xuan'er was lying naked on the stone, Ning Wuxie was wearing a bath towel and rubbing her back.

"No hurry, we don't know who will win or lose yet."

"Anyway, tonight is definitely not enough for them to toss, so just stay here."

Ning Wuxie patted Xuan'er's fair and delicate back, making a crisp sound.

"You were scared just now." He rubbed the bath towel in the water, then threw it into the wooden basin.

"Yeah, when Wang Dayong died, I was not afraid, but the atmosphere in that small room scared me."

Xuan'er shrugged her shoulders, as if she felt a little scared when she recalled it.

Ning Wuxie smiled: "Then you can still help me fight off that corpse girl, haven't you reacted?"

Xuan'er's expression changed, turned over, from lying down to lying down, propped up her upper body with her elbows, and looked at Ning Wuxie.

"Because I'm more afraid that my brother will get hurt."

"Is the corpse poison in your hand really gone?"

Ning Wuxie was stunned for a moment. Facing Xuan'er's gaze, he was still a little uncomfortable. After looking at it for a few times, he turned his head away.

"It's okay." He looked at the base of his left hand, and the color had returned to normal. "Bai Zhou helped me roast it with a small fire, and the corpse poison was forced out."

Then he asked again:

"Then do you know why I couldn't stop the corpse puppet in time?"

"Why."

"Because I thought of you." Ning Wuxie looked at the warm water surface roasted by Bai Zhou, emitting a thin mist.

"I thought of the first time I met Xuan'er, who was also such a small, pitiful little girl."

Xuan'er looked at Ning Wuxie and was silent for a while. After a moment, she slid down from the stone, walked through the water, and hugged Ning Wuxie.

"But I'm grown up now."

"I became as old as my brother just to be your Taoist partner."

Xuan'er looked at Ning Wuxie with affection, held his face and made him look at her, then raised her chin and wanted to kiss him.

Seeing Xuan'er's eager eyes, Ning Wuxie knew that he couldn't refuse, so he could only lower his head and kiss her.

This time, Xuan'er didn't let Ning Wuxie escape so easily, bit his lips directly, stuck out his tongue, and rolled wantonly.

After an unknown amount of time, the two separated, both panting slightly.

"Brother, can you bear it for three years... Sometimes I feel that I can't bear it."

Ning Wuxie swallowed his saliva.

"It's not a question of whether you can bear it or not, it's an agreement, a bottom line."

"Okay~" Xuan'er leaned on Ning Wuxie, her expression was a little disappointed, and she turned her body like a spoiled child.

Sometimes, Ning Wuxie hoped that the empress Jiang Ningxuan would wake up quickly.

But doesn't awakening also mean that Xuan'er is leaving?

He quickly threw this idea away.

Xuan'er is a very good teacher, and has been teaching Ning Wuxie the cultivation of the Mysterious Soul Technique.

What is so good about it? If you answer correctly, you will get a reward: a kiss, and if you answer incorrectly, you will get a punishment: another kiss.

Under such urging, Ning Wuxie's soul was promoted again, reaching the Red Gold Soul.

Now, the strength of Ning Wuxie's soul is no less than that of many Jindan stage practitioners.

If he can achieve the Spirit Jade Soul, or even the Yuan Soul in the Concentrated Spirit Realm, it will be as helpful to Ning Wuxie's future path as the Nine Heavens He Zhen Yuan!

Thinking of Xuan'er being frightened during the day, Ning Wuxie couldn't bear to let her live in the cabin by the lake, but came to the Dark Moon Tribe and lived in the warm fur bed prepared by Chongjue and the tribesmen.

Everything in the Dark Moon Tribe is on the right track. The normal technology tree outside the Lingwu Continent is a dimensionality reduction blow to the production level of the Dark Moon people. Every household in the Dark Moon country is busy, learning farming, animal husbandry, smelting and other technologies.

However, accompanied by this is another demand, that is, cultivation.

After all, the Dark Moon people followed Ning Wuxie for the orthodox Daxia inheritance he possessed.

Ning Wuxie also learned from this that the skills of Emperor Huangxing also came from Daxia.

However, Ning Wuxie still remembered that it was clearly written in the Wutian Huari Gong that this skill was created by Emperor Huangxing himself, so how could it be the orthodox Daxia inheritance?

Perhaps, the Dark Moon people have lived for so long that they don’t know what the real Daxia inheritance is.

And Ning Wuxie’s skills, which are also the starry sky methods, are also enough to scare people and convince them.

It is understandable that the Dark Moon people want to practice. After all, only practice can prolong life and improve strength. Even if it is not for killing people and defending enemies, they can work better.

At night, when Xuan'er fell asleep, Ning Wuxie quietly slipped out of the quilt and picked up a pen to write the method of Wutian Huari Gong.

He planned to divide Wutian Huari Gong into four books, each of which is connected from top to bottom and must be practiced in sequence.

In this way, he can not only ensure the worship and demand of the Dark Moon people, but also let them practice the real star skills and satisfy their wishes.

At the same time, it can also improve the physical fitness of the people and improve the productivity of the village.

Even if there is a particularly talented strong man among the people, Ning Wuxie can train him alone, or even bring him to the main world to practice, where the spiritual energy is more abundant.

Slowly, Ning Wuxie can build a force of his own.

This is not a small project, but there is another reason for Ning Wuxie to stay up late.

He has to go out to the small world to see.

If he is not in a hurry, he is lying to Xuan'er, because he doesn't want to take her out to take risks.

Once the fight outside is not over, or one side wins, it will be very bad for him!

He had made plans. If there were more than three people standing outside after he went out, he would immediately come back.

Whether it was Yin Pingzhi's group or the demon of the Heart Devouring Sect.

Ning Wuxie put down his pen and walked outside. It was already late at night, and most of the people in Dark Moon Country were asleep. The time in the small world was synchronized with the outside. It had been three or four hours since Ning Wuxie came in.

Ning Wuxie took a deep breath, tore open the small world, and flashed out.

It was still the same rural dirt road, but the scene had changed a little.

Wang Dayong and his horse's body had disappeared.

And the entire rural path seemed to have been baptized by artillery fire, and a layer was torn off, and it was covered with wounds!

It seemed that Wang Dayong's body was actually blown away by the turbulent spiritual power of the cultivators!

Ning Wuxie looked up at the sky for the first time, and there was no one.

Then he quickly scanned the surroundings, and there was no one, at least no one standing.

Two Confucian disciples in black were lying on the ground motionless, with their limbs mutilated to a certain extent. Not far from them, three demons in red and white brocade robes were lying or lying, their lives or deaths uncertain.

It was hard to imagine what kind of battle this was.

But, there shouldn't be only these few people?

Ning Wuxie did not relax his vigilance, and carefully released his spiritual sense to check the surroundings.

Sure enough, there were two people in the woods.

He tried his best to compress his breath and quietly touched up.

In a bombed open space in the woods, there were fallen leaves and broken trees everywhere. Qin Sheng leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand as if to block it, with a look of horror on his face.

In front of him was a demon cultivator from the Devouring Heart Sect, holding a strange long sword made of unknown material, white jade with a blood-red ruby ​​in the middle, and slowly approached him.

"Damn, two children died in a small village, why are there so many Jindan monks!"

"Does the person who assigns tasks in your Confucian school have a problem with his brain!"

The demon cultivator roared in exasperation as if he was crazy.

It also sounded disordered.

"Actually... we are not here to investigate the murder of children..."

Qin Sheng said tremblingly. He had broken many bones and was unable to resist at all.

"What are they here for?! Like us? To kill people?!"

The demon cultivator obviously didn't believe it, and cursed, raising the long knife in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the blade had a strange color, not like gold and iron. Ning Wuxie saw that the arc of the blade was also very unique. It was not like a traditional long knife, but more like a curved saber suitable for beheading.

It was obviously a rare treasure!

"Really, they really came to kill people!" Qin Sheng was scared and almost cried, "The one to kill was the monk who came to investigate the death of the child!"

The demon cultivator paused with the knife in his hand, and looked at Qin Sheng in surprise, feeling that this person did not seem to be lying.

After a moment, he laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, you Confucians also engage in sneak attacks and assassinations, right? Gentlemen, too gentlemanly!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, as if he had changed a mask in an instant, and the expression of the demon cultivator returned to the cold and cruel expression just now.

"Then where is the person you want to kill? Why haven't I seen him?"

"I don't know..." Qin Sheng was talking, and suddenly his pupils shrank, his eyes were extremely terrified.

"Behind you!"