Chapter 115 Impersonation

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 Mansion, 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. Everyone cleaned out three tile-roofed houses, repaired them and started a fire.

On this day, 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 very haunted, and traders 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 was looking for was 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 his crude 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.

At night, the wind and snow subsided a lot.

Wen Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, changed the seal in his hand, and stretched the soul flag. His blue-black arms first stretched out, 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, his wild red hair was draped wantonly on the back of his head. The two bulging bumps on his forehead had left the original bluish-gray color similar to his 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 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 put 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 wasn't quite sure what his body looked like.

If it is a ghost, the body is not an illusory spirit body, but has a real form. If it is a monster, his body is composed of evil spirits, and the evil spirits can be used to replenish 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 he 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 that because he was a ghost, he was naturally restrained by the monks. Later, during the battle with Cui Guang, he seemed to have caught something again, and felt that it shouldn't be what he originally thought.

It seems to be related to my fighting style.

It's just that the flash of inspiration happened at the wrong time, and it's hard 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 breathed out from the lungs exactly as it was breathed in, completely.

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

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

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.

The place is big, and if 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 bit 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 is better to learn from Yang Zirong.

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 inside, right?

The bold 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 here in vain, you may be looked down upon.

Since you have an identity, use it first, 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 and quickly apologized, not daring to stop him: "Your Majesty, please come in."

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

As Gaomen 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 livid, 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 main hall is brightly lit, with carved railings and jade inlays, and is 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, tenth level, or eleventh level of Qi training?

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

This ghost is not tall and tall, about 5 feet 67, and his head is not big. On the contrary, his face is not much different from ordinary people except that it looks pale.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting on the wide seat, with brightly colored Yin Ji on both sides pouring wine.

Is this the big-headed ghost king of Qingwen Mountain?

Tu Shanjun frowned. He was no match for this ghost, at least not yet.

A flash of light flashed by.

Looking around, there were five seats in total, four of which were occupied by ghosts, and the lowest one had the eighth level of Qi training.

There was an appraising look in their eyes, and they all seemed to have a certain amount of wisdom.

Zombies, female ghosts, old men, bear ghosts.

"Two-horned Ghost King, please take your seat quickly." The big-headed Ghost King at the head of the table said with a smile on his face.

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Big-Headed Ghost King."

The ghost in gorgeous clothes waved his hand: "Hey, brothers with two horns don't need to be polite. They are just little ghosts in the corner of the corner. How can they be called ghost kings."

"Trouble, he speaks clearly and clearly, and he should be very familiar with people. His expression shows no emotion, anger, sorrow, or joy, and he is very powerful. This is a very troublesome ghost." Tu Shanjun thought to himself.

Originally, he planned to increase his strength, but now it seems that he has to remind Wen Yue to leave early.

No wonder this ghost can occupy the top of the mountain and has not been exterminated by Yuanling Sect and Wuling Sect. Firstly, he is in a remote place and has not heard any rumors of harming people. Secondly, this ghost is very powerful.

Tu Shanjun estimated that this ghost's strength should be at the Great Perfection of Qi Practicing.

It's useless to think too much. Now that we have discovered the strength of the Ghost King of Qingwen Mountain and know that the other party is not easy to mess with, let's not mess with him yet.

Judging from the evil ghosts in the field, they should also have their own mountains. For example, the guy named Double Horns he is impersonating now, I heard he is from the Valley of the Wind.

He is not the opponent of the big-headed ghost, so why can't he pick the weakling?

After getting these monsters and ghosts into the soul flag one by one, his strength should reach the tenth level of Qi training.

Then maybe we can give it a try with Datou.

Tu Shanjun simply took his seat and sat cross-legged.

The big-headed ghost king waved his hand, and immediately two beautiful skeletal girls sat beside Tushanjun. Their weak and boneless bodies clung to Tushanjun's arms, and at the same time poured wine for Tushanjun.

The skin of the bone girl is beautiful, but it is cold to the touch and has no warmth at all.

Tu Shanjun was more interested in the bottle of wine in front of him than the female ghost.

The dark red wine does not smell of blood, but has a light fragrance, which is very tempting.

Tu Shanjun grabbed the wine bottle with his big hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The pure spiritual evil spirit immediately integrated into his body, and his strength actually became a little looser.

Moreover, this wine has a mellow taste that blooms in the mouth, making it endlessly memorable.

“Good wine!”

Tu Shanjun blurted out, his eyes burning, not only because of the wine, but because he actually felt the long-lost taste.

"As long as Brother Two-Horn likes it."

"This is a wine brewed from the sap of a century-old banyan tree and stored in a dark cellar for several years. It is a rare wine."

The big-headed ghost smiled and raised his glass.

Not to mention itself, just letting Tu Shanjun feel the pleasure of appetite and improving his cultivation level by a small margin was enough to satisfy him.

"The Two-Horned Ghost King is here!"

The high gate sings and drinks again and again.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

All the ghosts looked at Tushanjun.

The big-headed ghost king in the first seat narrowed his eyes, put down the wine bottle in his hand, casually pulled a concubine into his arms, and looked at the door quietly.