The blustery wind and snow turned the earth into a vast expanse of white.

After all, times are like this, and we can’t ask God to stop snowing for a while before moving on.

Although he did not bring any personal guards, Wen Chong and more than ten people followed Wen Yue.

They were raised by the Marquis's family, and the young master cannot be left alone.

Even if Wen Yue is a qi practitioner, they have to follow him. Not only to help with fighting, they can at least help with communication, daily life and other trivial matters.

Wen Chong said with surprise: "Sir, Qingwen Mountain is ahead of us."

At the foot of Qingwen Mountain, you can still vaguely see the courtyard of the former village. People cleaned out three tile-roofed houses, repaired them and started a fire.

In this day and age, even the soldiers with strong blood are a little overwhelmed.

They only have a superficial understanding of internal energy. If they use internal energy to keep warm, they will not be able to keep up with their own consumption. It is not as beneficial as exercise, and the gain outweighs the loss, so they will not do it.

"Sir, Qingwen Mountain is so haunted that merchants no longer take this road." Wen Chong raised a fire and handed the reserved wine bottle to Wen: "Sir, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

Haunted?

What I'm looking for is a haunted place. If it wasn't haunted, what would I do in this wilderness?

Wen Yue took a sip of strong wine and drank no more.

Just such a small amount of food must be finely ground with magic power to eliminate impurities.

"Brothers, please be more vigilant." Wen Yue ordered twice before walking out of the tile-roofed house, using a small amount of magic power to leave magic stones to ward off ordinary ghosts. If something crossed the line, he could quickly detect it.

This battle is not about fighting against others, but mainly about gathering information, so Wen Yue is more cautious, and he does not want to expose himself.

In the evening, the wind and snow calmed down a lot.

Wen Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes. The seal in his hand changed, and he stretched the soul flag. His blue-black arms first stretched out from it, and then his huge body squeezed out.

Tushanjun, who was seven feet tall, appeared in the room, blocking the bright yellow flames not far away.

Dressed in a black robe, her wild red hair was draped wantonly on the back of her head. The two bulging bumps on her forehead had left the original bluish-gray color similar to her face and transformed into bluish-black.

"gentlemen."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, stretched out his ghost hand, and the gray ghost mist condensed into words: 'If something changes, leave quickly.'

"I understand." Wen Yue nodded, of course he understood this.

The gentleman is the main soul of the soul flag, and the condensed body looks like flesh and blood, but in fact it is not. Even if a large area is missing, the evil spirit can be used to generate souls to repair the body.

The master is much stronger than him, and even the master cannot deal with him. Of course, he must evacuate quickly to avoid misfortune.

Everything was explained and everything that might be lost was left in Wen Yue's hands.

Tushanjun ducked and disappeared into the room.

Wen Yue was not idle either. He laid out magical stones to absorb the spiritual energy around him. He held two spiritual stones in his hands and placed the Yin Soul Pill in front of him where he could use it at will.

All this is to ensure the support of mana.

At this time, the temperature outside was very low, but Tushanjun didn't feel it.

His body can automatically block this kind of cold and heat without any consciousness.

Take a long breath.

The cold air quickly filled the lungs, but it was also unable to satisfy the current Tushanjun.

He doesn't quite know what his body looks like.

If it is a ghost, its body is not an illusory spirit body, but has a real form. If it is a monster, its body is composed of evil spirits, and evil spirits can be used to supplement and repair it.

Even if he is injured, he can use evil energy to repair it. Unless the evil energy and mana are no longer sustainable, then he will be destroyed.

Just like the time when I fought against the guarding immortal master at the foot of Bafang County.

After being blown up, his body rested in the soul flag for a long time, and it took a lot of evil energy to generate soul before he recovered again.

No matter what, this body is more powerful than ordinary ghosts. When fighting ghosts of the same level, his strength is even more crushing.

It's just that you will be suppressed when fighting Qi Practitioners.

Originally, Tu Shanjun thought it was because he was a ghost and was naturally restrained by the monks. Later, during the battle with Cui Guang, he seemed to have caught something again and felt that it should not be what he first thought.

It seems to be related to my fighting style.

It's just that the flash of inspiration occurred at the wrong time, and it wasn't easy to think about it carefully during the battle. Looking back now, it's really hard to find the state at that time.

He shook his head and didn't think much about it. We will study this matter later. It's better not to delay too much now.

After all, Wen Yue's magic power was limited and could not support his slow actions.

Tu Shanjun felt that he had not been able to move freely for a long time, so he was a little depressed by nature.

The battle was really enjoyable, but too tiring.

People always have to be honest with themselves and not suppress their emotions too much.

Cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, that's all.

Tu Shanjun felt that he should be more honest with himself.

After taking a long breath, the cold air was exhaled from the lungs exactly as it was inhaled, completely.

Tu Shanjun, dressed in black robe, went straight to Qingwen Mountain Taoist Temple.

He has already seen the evil spirit, which is where the most evil energy is concentrated.

The upper wind blows down the smell of ghosts, and Tushanjun smells it.

Qingwenguan.

The place is quite big. From the outside, the bulging and rugged building looks like a crawling monster.

Just because there was no further cleaning, the Taoist temple was in ruins.

If the place is big and no one lives in it, other things will naturally live in it.

For example, a helpless ghost.

Of the couplets at the door, only the second couplet on the left is left.

'The Yin spirit of entry meets the true self.'

It seemed a little strange. Tu Shanjun originally wanted to climb over the wall and get admitted to the hospital, but he was afraid of alerting the enemy.

It's better to learn how to fuck.

It happened to be a snowy night, and I stopped by the kiln of the Ghost King of Qingwen Mountain.

He simply opened the door of the Taoist temple without any cover and strode inside.

The pale thing hidden behind the door stretched out its arm, and a bloodshot eye opened in the center of the palm, looking up and down at Tushanjun.

Seeing the fleshy horns on Tushanjun's head, his pupils narrowed slightly.

He asked in a sharp voice: "But the Ghost King with two horns in Yinfeng Valley?"

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly,

Is he or is he not?

I originally wanted to rely on the kiln, but now I got a status for nothing.

What if the two-horned ghost king comes later? Wouldn't it be necessary to have a show?

Besides, there aren't any familiar ghosts in there, right?

The daring ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death. The purpose of this trip is to find out information. If you come in vain, you may be looked down upon.

Since you have an identity, you should use it first, as you are afraid of being a bird.

"Yes, that's a certain family."

As soon as the roar came out, ghost mist rolled over his body.

The kid behind the door was startled. He quickly apologized and didn't dare to stop anything: "Your Majesty, please come in."

"Dark Wind Valley, the Two-Horned Ghost King has arrived!"

As the high gate sang and drank, the little ghosts in the Taoist temple started running around.

The originally dilapidated Taoist temple took on a new look, with the ghostly aura above covering it, and even the wind and snow were driven out.

Tu Shanjun's face was already ashen, but he did not change his expression and walked into the main hall with his head held high.

Different from the dilapidation of the outermost layer, the interior of the main hall is brightly lit, with carved railings and jade inlays, making it look as bright as the main hall of an ordinary government office.

When he saw the ghost in the first seat again, Tushanjun knew that his idea was correct.

Fortunately, Wen Yue was not asked to follow.

When the magic power is turned, the spirit official's eyes are raised, the tenth level, or the eleventh level of Qi training?

He couldn't see through the ghost in front of him at all.

This ghost is burly in stature, about five feet sixty-seven, and his head is not that big. On the contrary, his face is not much different from ordinary people except that it looks pale.
To be continued...