Qian Yiqun and Zheng Han learned to board the boat, called the girl, and played and sang all the way, just like traveling to the lake. When the boat arrived at the Wangjia Wharf in Xiaojinshan, they drank two tours of wine, and they were half-hearted. Qian Yiqun pulled Zheng Han to board the deck and said to the boat owner: "The lights are bright, where is it?"

The boatman thought Qian Yiqun had a Suzhou accent and said, "It's the family temple of Wang Daguan's family, and the famous one was Guanmeiyuan."

"Let's go up and take a look." Qian Yiqun said.

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate... This is the Wang family's wharf, so you can't wait..." The boatman said halfway through, and a ingot of white silver slowly shaking in front of his eyes.

The money was circling and fell back into Qian Yiqun's fish basket.

Qian Yiqun looked drunk and said, "This silver was originally for you, but why did it fly away again?"

The boatman shook his head.

"Because you talk too much, I scared it away." Qian Yiqun took out the silver again, blew his breath, and said with a drunken smile: "Silver, where are you going to fly again this time? Oh! It turns out that you are going to go to Xiaojinshan."

The bow of the boat split into waves, making a rustling sound, heading straight to Wangjia Wharf.

The boatman rowed very fast and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that he would scare away the silver. He turned his mind and thought to himself: Even if he offended the Wang family, he would still be looking for this rich young man. Where can I find a boating coolie? If I take another step back, why do I have to row a boat for the jiyuan with that ingot? How many points can I buy good fields?

After reading it, Zheng Hanxue couldn't help but admire it and thought: Everyone can use money. I'm afraid that the only one who can use it so easily is this Taoist priest. I heard that the Taoist priest is also a master of a great scholar in Suzhou, and he can become a monk and seek Taoism. He regards wealth as dirt. It is indeed a matter of fate.

Qian Yiqun didn't know what Zheng Hanxue was thinking, so he threw the silver on the deck and jumped onto the private dock made of wooden boards with one step.

There were lanterns hanging on the pier, and there was a small house on the shore base, but it was pitch black and there was no one.

Guanmeiyuan is on the top of Xiaojin Mountain, only half a mile away from the pier, with clear lights and never going to go the wrong way.

Qian Yiqun turned around and said to Zheng Hanxue: "You are waiting for me here, if you fight, I won't care about you."

"Master Taoist, if I form the Tiance Guard in the future, can I avoid fighting in the martial arts world?" Zheng Hanxue asked seriously.

"How is it possible? Your hands must be bloody and you can't wash them clean no matter how you do it." Qian Yiqun told the truth.

"Then start from today." Zheng Hanxue took a breath, "Follow the Taoist priest, I'll feel at ease. Besides, life and death are fate..."

"The most taboo in the world." Qian Yiqun interrupted Zheng Hanxue's first-class speech.

"Dare to ask for advice..."

"Too much nonsense!" Qian Yiqun spit out three words, and with a ringing in his hand, he was already running towards the mountain.

Zheng Han was not as popular as Qian Yiqun, and had never learned the spirit ape's body movement. He was already two beats slower than Qian Yiqun at the beginning. When he reached his physical limit, the air in his lungs was exhausted, and he had to stop and bent down to hold his knees and breathe.

After Qian Yiqun finished playing the bell, the Zhen Gua on the Qingxin Bell was activated, and his body shape was faster. In conjunction with the body technique of the spirit ape, it was like a monkey running wildly in the mountains. With a few ups and downs, Qian Yiqun had already rushed to the gate of Guanmeiyuan.

The Baimei Ancestor was greeted by a small boat and returned to Guanmei Courtyard early. He was interrogating his disciple Zhu Qingzi when he suddenly heard the sound of the emperor bell from outside, and was shocked: At this moment, the sound of such magical instruments suddenly came, and it was probably because the person who came was not good.

The White-Brow Ancestor glared at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground and said, "I don't know which sacred place is, go and summon the disciples quickly and prepare to deal with it."

Zhu Qingzi was quite glad that the uninvited guest was so happy that he hurriedly stepped down to summon his brothers and took out their own magic weapons and lined up the array.

Qian Yiqun did not kick in the door. With his agile body skills and extremely fast speed, he stepped on the wall with his feet, like a parkour trendsetter, and crossed the wall less than ten feet high. He churned in the air and saw the Baimei Ancestor and a group of disciples rushing out. Everyone had a blood soul banner in their hands, which was very unified.

"Who is coming!" The old ancestor Baimei shouted sternly, shook the blood soul banner in his hand gently, and prepared for his defense.

When Qian Yiqun was running up the mountain, he had already replayed the battle scenes in the Jade Hook Cave Heaven in his mind. He knew that this old monster had only three abilities: the banner spitting black fog, the red lotus ghosts, and the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk. Judging from the momentum, the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk seemed the most powerful, but on that day he seemed to have a cheat, asking Yuanshi Tianzun to possess it, and a golden talisman was solved all, and the ghosts did not show their power.

The real threat is the Red Lotus Karma ghost. Once it is contaminated with half of the ghost energy, its body will be numb and unable to move. Fortunately, there was the Nine Phoenix Fire Hell Talisman at that time, and finally borrowed the yang energy. If this talisman is gone today, you must not hit his evil move.

In the midst of lightning, Qian Yiqun's combat experience accumulated finally changed qualitatively from quantitative change, and a set of tactics against the white-eyed old demon actually emerged in his mind...

"The golden light appears at a speed!" Qian Yiqun shouted loudly. A golden light suddenly enveloped his whole body, and it was the launch of the Vajra Bead.

The old ancestor Baimei trembled when he saw it and shouted, "Disciples! Kill me!"

He already had a psychological shadow in the cave heaven, and all spells related to golden light were regarded as natural enemies. Although he did not recognize Qian Yiqun's appearance, he also knew that it was this lackey of the Heavenly Master who injured himself, which ruined a good thing.

"The rivers and seas are bright!"

Qian Yiqun shouted and reached out to pull out the Xihe Sword.

The wood qi vibrates naturally, entangles with the spiritual aggregate, and pours into the sword body.

The Xihe Sword made a trembling sound, as if he was dissatisfied with his long-term attempt at the edge of the sword. He rolled up the Lingyun tide, and inspired like waves, attacking the Baimei Ancestor.

The White-Browed Ancestor was shocked for a moment and called out his red lotus from his sleeve. He was about to raise his resistance, but Qian Yiqun shouted again with an angry shout: "Thunder is coming!"

Immediately, a ball of electric ball hit and hit the red lotus.

The old ancestor Baimei was shocked and half of his body was numb. He took three steps back and wanted to hit the disciples to take advantage of their strength to stand firm, but when he turned around, he saw that the disciples had already escaped in all directions. He felt desperate and sat on the ground.

Qian Yiqun attacked three moves, and the man had already rushed to the front of the Baimei Ancestor.

"Slow down! I have something to say!" Baimei stretched out a thin chicken claw hand and shouted loudly with a crying voice.

Qian Yiqun reached out to grab the hilt of the Xihe Sword...

He raked his body up and crashed into the arms of the white-browed monster.

The Xihe Sword penetrates the chest and lungs and penetrates the body.

The White-Browed Ancestor slowly lowered his head, looked at the hilt of the sword on his chest, and the air in his lungs was pulled out, and he couldn't help but make a noise from his throat. Finally, his eyes rolled and he leaned to the ground, and the last trace of light was lost in his eyes.

"Let's talk about it in the next life." Qian Yiqun stepped forward and pulled out the Xihe Sword, took two steps back, avoiding the blood gushing out of the white eyebrows.

After he calmed down and breathed, the golden light on his body disappeared.
Chapter completed!