Chapter 0006 originally belonged to the personnel of the Fengchang Temple

As he moved not far from the disarray, Chen Xuanqiu suddenly felt a stir in his heart and firmly grasped Pu Er's slender shoulder

The white peach child was so frightened that his legs trembled, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground, exclaiming in horror: "Master Feng Chang, Young Master Tang!"

They saw countless common people fleeing in panic, among whom many were wearing mourning clothes and helping the elderly while carrying children. In their astonishment, they stopped people to inquire, and the ones they stopped were the five siblings of the Bai Tao family. Upon learning the details of the situation, they immediately became furious

The majority of the techniques of the Ghost King Sect are aimed at attacking the soul of a person, making it very easy to avoid harming their flesh.

Although this person left no name even in death, in this era, he was merely a lowly slave. However, his final bow, armed with a steel knife, profoundly shocked Chen Xuanqiu. This person's status was indeed humble, yet his character and will were far greater than those of many others.

Chen Xuanqiu looked at Pu Erqiang, who was trying to suppress her grief, and gently furrowed his brow. She was too frail, and now faced with such a great upheaval, having to force herself to hold back her sorrow, it was likely that she would fall seriously ill.

Chen Xuanqiu suddenly recalled the small white poplar that was struck by lightning on the summit of Qingping Mountain, yes, it was that upright.

In front of the grave, there is a bouquet of wildflowers, serving as a substitute for the incense and candles used in worship.

They were not as panicked as the common people regarding Chen Xuanqiu, but they also did not possess the resolve to avenge Li Rong

At that moment, with a loud "boom," a figure fell from the sky, landing right between Chen Xuanqiu and Mo Jiang.

However, shortly after they escaped the mountain, they encountered Mo Jiang of the Ghost King Sect

This statement is the heartfelt words of Chen Xuanqiu, yet to possess such power is exceedingly difficult

Pu Er immediately knelt down and bowed three times with great force to Chen Xuanqiu.

This cry released all the sorrow and grief that had accumulated in her heart, and she would no longer suffer a serious illness due to her physical frailty

Pu Er, this is the name of the little girl. The leaves of the cattail can be picked to make cattail fans, which are used to fan oneself and cool off in the summer. The fate of this girl is as humble as a cattail fan.

Chen Xuanqiu raised his eyes to discern the direction and then led Pu'er out of the mountain. If he were to leave alone, he would have directly crossed the mountain ridge ahead, but Pu'er was just an ordinary person and her body was weak. Therefore, Chen Xuanqiu followed the path and circled back to the large tomb at the front of the mountain, intending to exit the valley from this point

As the sound of the suona echoed, Chen Xuanqiu could not help but recall the various events of his past life. There were no great sorrows or joys, nor any significant ups and downs, only a sense of nostalgia and longing for a time and space that were forever separated and would never return. This emotion was woven into the melody of the suona, stirring the heart deeply

The members of the Ghost King Sect all broke into sinister smiles. Their Elder Mu had a penchant for beautiful young boys, and the person before them, with an androgynous appearance and exceptional handsomeness, would surely earn the Elder's favor if they were to be trained into a puppet for him.

He was dressed in a dark robe, wearing a dark crown, with strands hanging like jade, swaying incessantly at the sides of his temples. The collar and sleeves of his garment were each embroidered with three golden borders, exuding an air of utmost solemnity. As he descended from the sky, his sash continued to flutter in the air, slowly descending.

Therefore, Chen Xuanqiu gave him a proper burial. Chen Xuanqiu even opened the coffin from that large grave and took the inner coffin from the family of the wealthy and unkind, to enshrine this righteous man.

While pondering, Chen Xuanqiu cupped his hands and said: "Qingping Hidden Immortal Sect, I am Chen Xuanqiu."

The frail little girl knelt before the grave, choking back sobs, as tears carved two muddy trails down her dirty little face

Chen Xuanqiu sighed and said, "Let us go."

Very well! In Qingliang Prefecture, those who dare to kill members of my Ghost King Sect are quite arrogant. Who are you? State your name!

Pu Er, listening to that melody, could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Her heart-wrenching cries intertwined with the sound of the suona, and her tears fell onto a bunch of wildflowers in front of her, resembling drops of glistening dew.

Mo Jiang frowned: "Qingping Hidden Immortal Sect?" He had heard of Qingping Mountain, but was unaware of any hidden sects residing there. It was clear from the name that it was not a major sect or a prominent faction.

In Pu'er's heart, it is both true and not true; in her heart, her own master is like heaven, and figures like Master Li, who are well-versed in magic, are akin to the heavenly deity. If the heavenly deity could be killed by her benefactor with just two punches and a kick, then her benefactor must be an extraordinary person, and whatever he says will surely come to pass

Chen Xuanqiu looked at the man who had a face like a jade crown and features as if carved, standing there, um ...

The green leaves are lush, dotted with white flowers, gathered into a cluster, with green stems and white blossoms, evoking a deep sense of melancholy

Originally, it was said that this person defeated Li Rong with just two punches and a kick, which made Mo Jiang somewhat apprehensive, fearing that he might be an extraordinary figure from across the river

A rustling sound emerged from all around, and suddenly more than twenty figures burst forth from the thicket. Among them were the five members of the Xuanyin Ghost Path who had just left with the fleeing crowd.

However, having never experienced such a thing, he felt somewhat uneasy under the influence of his old consciousness. Seeing that everyone had fled, Chen Xuanqiu felt quite helpless, so he carried the slain man and crossed over a mountain to bury him.

Chen Xuanqiu pondered for a moment and took out the suona that his junior disciple had given him from his bundle

Chen Xuanqiu allowed her to cry freely and passionately. When her voice became hoarse and her sobs gradually subsided, he walked over, gently touched her head, and said softly: "If one day I can guard a territory, govern a land, and establish the laws of the world with a single word, I will abolish the system of slavery and the custom of human sacrifice!"

Amidst the surging waves of air, a figure gradually emerges, standing steadily there with arms crossed behind.

She did not dare to cry out loud, for the benefactor had saved her, avenged her, and now was willing to help bury her brother. They were but lowly slaves, as insignificant as mud, yet this benefactor, akin to an immortal, was willing to pause and do work for these mere ants. How could she dare to cry and disturb the benefactor's peace

In the eyes of others, not to mention the lofty and exalted practitioners, even among commoners, who would spare a glance at a slave? Therefore, Pu Er was deeply grateful to Chen Xuanqiu

The melody is high-pitched and melancholic, yet it also conveys a sense of unwillingness and resilience amidst the sorrow, making it mournful without being hurtful

The handsome man, tall and upright like a young poplar, had eyes that sparkled like lightning. He cast a swift glance over the crowd and coldly laughed, saying: "The person I, Tang Wei, intend to kill will be beheaded even if they flee to the ends of the earth! If you wish to keep your whole body intact, then take your own life!"

Chen Xuanqiu furrowed his brow, thinking to himself, if I engage with them, I fear I will have no time to protect this poor little girl. My master is incredibly powerful; perhaps I should report to the sect to intimidate them. If that does not work, I will take this little girl and make a swift escape. After all, when it comes to fleeing for my life, even a starving dog that has gone three days without food cannot catch up to me

With the death of Li Rongyi, the five disciples of Bai Tao'er were at a loss as to how to establish themselves in Qingliangzhou. Naturally, they volunteered to accompany them back to the mountain. This Mojiang is a true inner disciple of the Ghost King Sect, and with seventeen or eighteen fellow disciples, it is certain that even that young man, no matter how formidable, would not be able to prevail.

At this moment, Mo Jiang no longer had any reservations. With a cold laugh, he waved his hand and said, "Kill him! Remember, do not harm his skin. Such a fine appearance, Elder Mu will surely appreciate. Once I turn him into a human puppet, I will present him to Elder Mu for his enjoyment"

A green pine tree, a patch of fresh soil

Gazing at the vast green mountains and the serene deep valleys, Chen Xuanqiu suddenly played a suona piece titled "This Bow" that he often heard in online short videos from his past life

Chen Xuanqiu is killing for the first time. Although that person was extremely malicious, using lethal techniques from the very start, had it not been for him, another person would likely have been harmed. Therefore, killing him is not a matter of regret

Mo Jiang is an inner disciple of the Ghost King Sect, holding the position of a steward. This is entirely different from Li Rong, who relies on the Ghost King Sect as a powerful backing to exert influence as an outer disciple. Mo Jiang possesses genuine skills, only slightly inferior to Bai Tao'er’s master.

Chen Xuanqiu descended the mountain for the first time, having just killed someone, and was already feeling somewhat apprehensive. Now, with Pu'er dragging him down, he suddenly developed the intention to retreat. He reached out and embraced Pu'er around the waist, intending to take her away and put an end to it all.

Chen Xuanqiu felt even more pity; at such a young age, being so understanding, he was far more endearing than many unruly children he had encountered in his previous life

"It was him, with two punches and a kick, he killed Brother Li." Xuan Yin Gui Dao's Yun Ming rushed to the side of a young man dressed in a robe, pointing at Chen Xuanqiu, his excitement causing the pimples on his face to glow red.

The ground where the person landed sank half a foot in a square area of one zhang, and the grass stems and sand were shot out like bullets

Having been enslaved and driven since childhood, Pu Er understood the importance of being sensible and obedient. She quickly wiped her tears, stood up, fearing to displease her master