Chapter 50: Should be an old friend

As the woman in the green shirt uttered these two words, she saw a layer of translucent black smoke spreading over Lei Wujie and Xiao Se. Lei Wujie widened his eyes and looked at Xiao Se in surprise. Xiao Se frowned and said in a low voice: "Secret Technique? Nairobi Realm?"
If martial arts is the right way and Taoism is the strange way, then the secret technique is more biased towards the evil way. The Rakshatang magical powers practiced by the unintentional monks of Hanshan Temple are between martial arts and secret arts, and they have been regarded as evil and weird. There are very few people who practice the real secret technique. It is said that only a few celestial masters in the Tianqi Qintian Temple and a few occult masters scattered among the people have extremely high attainments in this respect. There are two reasons. One is because they practice secret techniques. It requires super spiritual power, and ordinary people don't have such talents. Second, because the practice of secret arts is against the way of heaven, practitioners often describe it as withered, thin, and ultimately unable to die. Was the young woman in green shirt in front of him one of the occultists who had fewer than a dozen people on that day?
And the two words she said were clearly Naraku! Xiao Se had heard this word, from the mouth of a terrifying person.
The black smoke enveloped the two of them. Sikong Qianluo had already stepped into the courtyard at this time, but she did not seem to see the strange black smoke in front of her at all, just glanced around. Behind the yard, she smiled at the woman in the green shirt: "Sister Ye is fine."
The green shirt woman nodded gently: "Miss Qianluo."
Sikong Qianluo still wandered suspiciously in the yard, the spear in his hand spinning restlessly in his hand. Xiao Se and Lei Wujie glanced at each other, and they probably had some understanding of this secret technique. The black smoke created a barrier. The two people could see things outside, but the people outside could not see the people inside. , And can't see the black smoke. This kind of kung fu is indeed beyond the imagination of martial arts, no wonder people have fear of occultists.
Finally, Sagong Qianluo gave up, frowned unwillingly, and said to the green shirt woman: "Sister Ye, if you see two stinky boys escaping to you, you must tell me!"
The woman in green shirt covered her mouth and smiled: "What kind of two brats are they?"
Sikong Qianluo said bitterly: "One is in red clothes and the other is in green clothes, all in tatters. One holds a sword, and the other carries a stick around his waist. They don't look like a good person!"
Xiao Se rolled his eyes subconsciously. Lei Wujie put his hand on the hilt again, and wanted to try if he could pull the sword out.
The girl in the green shirt thought for a while, and shook her head: "I haven't seen two people like this. If I do, I will tell Miss Qianluo."
"Okay. The weather has turned cooler in the past two days. Sister Ye is not in good health, so she should rest in the house." Sikong Qianluo finally died, and jumped out of the yard.
When Xiao Se and Lei Wujie saw this, they wanted to get out of the black smoke, but found that the black smoke seemed to be entangled on them, and they couldn't get rid of them. They were a little frightened. At this moment, Sagong Qianluo suddenly opened the door and entered. But what she saw in her eyes was still the empty courtyard. In the center of the courtyard stood the woman who always felt quiet and elegant. The woman in the green shirt smiled at Sagong Qianluo: "Did Miss Qianluo lose anything?"
Sagong Qianluo walked in and picked up a small bell on the ground: "I just dropped this little thing here." After speaking, he finally closed the door and left.
The green-shirted woman finally waved her hand slightly, and the black smoke finally dissipated. She whispered: "My Naraku Imperial Realm is only the first stage and cannot cover all of your auras. Although Sagong Qianluo is young, she has The Spear Fairy is true, so I have noticed some points just now, and I will go and return later."
Lei Wujie nodded and clasped his fists: "Thank you girl. Dare to ask the girl her last name..."
The woman in the green shirt shook her head: "It's just a matter of effort. Miss Qianluo has suffered twice. I'm a little used to it."
"Let's go." Xiao Se pulled Xiao Se a hand, and said to the green shirt woman, "Thank you."
"Wait a minute..." Lei Wujie still wanted to resist, but Xiao Se pulled it up and jumped out. He hurriedly turned his head, only to find that the green shirt woman was just standing still, with the faint smile on her face.
After a long time, the woman in the green shirt finally turned around, pushed the door and walked into the house. She closed the door gently and whispered to herself: "It's been a long time."
Lei Wujie and Xiao Se had already passed several courtyards, and naturally they couldn't hear the words of the green shirt woman. Lei Wujie was very angry: "Why are you pulling me away!"
"Don't you want to ask the girl respect her name first, then ask Fang Ling Ge, and finally ask whether it is a marriage?" Xiao Se sneered, "but that girl, I won't answer your question first, and then said that this kind of situation has happened many times, not specifically to save us , This shows that we have to draw a line with us. If you don’t go quickly, why do you stay here to ask? Besides, you want to see her again, but why is it difficult? Since Sikong Qianluo knows her, then you ask Tang Lian if she I know."
"What do you ask me?" A thick familiar voice sounded, and the two immediately stopped. They saw a person standing in the distance, carrying a hip flask, turning their heads and looking at them with a smile.
Lei Wujie walked forward in surprise: "Big brother."
"I can't even beat Sikong Qianluo. I really don't want to be your senior." Tang Lian smiled and threw the flask in her hand to Lei Wujie.
Lei Wujie hurriedly caught it, raised his head and took a sip: "If there is a killing sword in his hand, at least it will be a tie."
"Why?" Tang Lian said suddenly, "Why not draw the sword."
Lei Wujie put down the hip flask, sighed, and turned the long sword in his hand: "This sword."
Tang Lian raised her eyebrows: "Listen to the rain?"
"Yes, the master said that this is the sword of listening to the rain cast by the sword spirit tomb. It is the sword of recognizing the Lord. If there is no will to draw the sword for life and death, it cannot be drawn." Lei Wujie looked at this long sword, just talented. The long sword that screamed when facing the Silver Moon Spear was extremely quiet now.
"The sword casting of the Jianxin mound of the Pingjiang Dao Li family is indeed different from other places. It is said that the last process of casting a sword is to cut the palm of the hand and feed the sword with blood. So the last sword is said to be possessed by the spirit, and it is said that there are two The ancient sword handles the soul and the soul is fed by people." Xiao Se said slowly.
Tang Lian smiled: "With your qualifications, it's only a matter of time before you pull out the sword. It's a rare opportunity to go down the mountain, so it's better to have a drink together."
Lei Wujie's eyes lit up: "I know that there is a very good wine shop in Xiaguan City."
Tang Lian asked, "Is it the restaurant that will rise to the next level when you drink a glass of wine?"
"Yes, I will return home to the restaurant. But I will take the brother, and the brother has to meet one of my conditions. I want to ask one thing." Lei Wujie said.
Xiao Se snorted coldly. He didn't expect Lei Wujie to be so fascinated by the green shirt woman.
But what Lei Wujie said next surprised him.
"I want to ask, what kind of story is there between Lei Hong, Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi?"
Tang Lian was taken aback, nodded and smiled: "Indeed, their story is not something that can be heard in any tea shop."