"Is the tiger rider here?" Liu Dixanna asked, with excitement and nervousness on his face.

Before Yang Ruoqing had time to reply, the Moye sword she held in her hand suddenly shook. The sword became hot, and a powerful force flowed into her body along the arm holding the sword, making her suddenly excited.

"No matter what it rides, even if it's riding a dragon, Grandma will chop off one of its paws!" Yang Ruoqing said excitedly.

As he finished speaking, a cold light appeared in his hand, and a cold arc flashed through the night. He jumped up lightly, made a somersault, and landed firmly in the middle of the cemetery, stepping on a tomb.

Holding the sword in his hand, he picked up a gorgeous sword flower, then held the sword with both hands and shouted loudly, slashing a green sword energy out of thin air in the direction of the sound of wind...

The sound of the wind suddenly stopped and everything became quiet again.

Yang Ruoqing still kept the posture of holding the sword unchanged, but turned to look at Liu Dixian behind her, with questions in her eyes.

Liu Dixian also came to Yang Ruoqing's side. He looked around and said, "The one riding the tiger is gone."

"Left? Were you scared away by my sword?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Liu Dixian's eyes returned to the Moxie sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and his pupils shrank for a while.

"This sword is absolutely extraordinary! With this sword by your side, Mrs. Luo, you don't have to be afraid of the dangerous dragon's pond and tiger's den!"

Hearing Liu Dixian's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled happily.

She raised two fingers and lightly swiped the blade of Moye's sword, and raised her lips proudly.

"To be honest, this sword has something in common with me," she said.

Liu Dixian said: "I heard that only Mrs. Luo can pull this sword out of its scabbard. No one else can pull it out. Even General Luo, who is so brave, can't pull it out of its scabbard?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Liu Dixian once again marveled, "A sword that can recognize its owner has spirituality and is a treasure. But it depends on whose water it falls into. Only when it falls into your hands, Mrs. Luo, can it be used as a treasure. If someone else gets it, over there."

It's an iron rod for burning fire. Is this what you think, Mrs. Luo?"

Iron rod for burning fire?

Yang Ruoqing was amused by Liu Disian's metaphor.

"Yes, that's indeed the truth."

The Moye sword in his hand seemed to be able to understand Liu Dixian's teasing about it. The sword trembled slightly and let out a low cry.

It seems to be a protest against the word "fire stick".

Yang Ruoqing smiled and raised her hand to hold it, "You are my treasure, and I won't exchange it for a thousand dollars!"

The sword energy faded away, and Mo Xie Jian became as obedient as a child, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Ruoqing sheathed her sword again and jumped down from the grave.

The grave is the graveyard of the deceased. It is not polite to stand on the roof of someone else's house, so she jumped down to talk to Liu Dixian.

"Sir, what should we do next?" she asked.

Liu Dixian stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said: "It seems that there will be no other news tonight. Let's go back to the village first, and we can discuss it after we return to the village!"

The two returned to the village and found that the main hall of their home was brightly lit. Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo were sitting face to face, drinking tea, refreshing themselves and chatting, waiting for their return.

"came back!"

Yang Huazhong saw it first and quickly got up and came to the door of the hall.

"What's going on? What's going on with the guy riding the tiger? Has he come out tonight?" Yang Huazhong asked anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "When I came out, I was scared away by my sword without even meeting me."

"Ah?" Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Liu Dixian came in immediately and told Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo about what happened at the graveyard.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang looked at each other in shock. Although they could not be present in person, they both felt frightened when they thought of the scene in their minds.

"The one who rides the tiger may be a wild beast in the mountains. It has absorbed the essence of the world, the sun and the moon. It has become spiritual, but it has not yet become a big climate. It can only come out to bully those ownerless ghosts..."

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Dixian made this speculation about the unknown creature riding a tiger.

Yang Huazhong and the others nodded.

Blacksmith Luo said: "This Mianniu Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles. There are countless peaks in the mountain. There are many places deep in the mountains and old forests that are almost uninhabited. There may be some strange things hidden in them that we have never seen or heard of.

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Yang Huazhong also echoed: "Yes, I remember when I was eight or nine years old, it rained heavily one summer night, with lightning and thunder."

"The rainwater fell from the entrance to the patio in the middle of our old Yang's house and fell into the pond. My mother took a handful of water and looked at it under the lamp."

"My darling, where is the rain from the sky? It's just red mud water, with a fishy earthy smell."

"After a few days, the rain stopped. Someone went to the mountains and found a huge hole on the back of a cliff. The entire cliff seemed to have collapsed. There were still a lot of tit feathers on the ground..."

When Yang Huazhong said this, it also brought back Blacksmith Luo's memory.

"Lao San, I have an impression of what you are talking about!" Blacksmith Luo said.

"Then someone asked Goddess Li, and Goddess Li said that a tit in the mountains cultivated into a spirit and wanted to survive the tribulation and ascend, so God sent down thunder and lightning to punish the tit."

"If this tit can withstand ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders, it will be able to survive the calamity and fly to the sky!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask: "Then did the tit fly up in the end?"

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo both shook their heads, "I don't know, but since then, there has never been such a heavy rain of red mud water near Mianniu Mountain."

"Have you seen any dead tits nearby? The kind that look like burnt ones?" Liu Dixian also asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head again, "I haven't heard of it either."

Liu Dixian then stroked his beard and muttered: "Either he has succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, or he failed, was seriously injured, and lost his Taoism, so he hid and started practicing again."

"Practice again? Wouldn't it be like going through another tribulation soon and having that kind of heavy rain of red mud water?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Liu Dixian smiled and shook his head.

"These things absorb spiritual energy and practice to overcome tribulations, and they all start with a hundred years. The life span of ordinary people like us with mortal bodies is only a period of time. In their eyes, it is like the life span of an insect to a human being. Don't worry, we

It is impossible for the men, women, and children in the main hall and even in the village to see such a scene again in their lifetime."

Yang Huazhong smiled coquettishly, "Sir, you are absolutely right. I worry too much, hehe."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Dad, uncle, Mr. Liu and I saw a pair of old ghosts in the cemetery earlier. The old man had a fire on his head and a conspicuous cow dung mole on his left eyebrow."

"The old woman is hunched over so much that her back is almost bent to the ground. The old woman probably lives in the mass grave area, but not the old man. He came here specifically to find the old woman."
Chapter completed!