come to the world

Chapter 129
Although I was a little surprised in my heart, it was normal for someone to come to spend the night when it was pouring rain outside.

Cui Hongjian's family was barren, but he was warm-hearted, so he immediately went to open the door.

"It's so cold, it's so cold!" As soon as the door opened, an old man with a white beard stumbled in.

This old man with a white beard looked about 80 to [-] years old, and he didn't know if he was frozen, his face was frighteningly pale.

Seeing that the visitor was very old, Cui Hongjian hurried forward to help him.

This time, as soon as he held the old man's hand, Cui Hongjian shivered.I just feel that what I touch is not a hand, but the cold ice in December, which is so cold that it penetrates my heart.

"Old man, your hands are really cold, it's like touching ice!" Cui Hongjian's eyes were mortal, but he felt that the old man's hands were frighteningly cold, but he didn't think much about other aspects.

The white-bearded old man standing outside the door smiled and nodded when he heard this, his eyes couldn't stop looking inside: "Young man, is there someone inside?"

"There are two guests staying overnight, but you don't need to worry about them, old man, come and have a cup of hot water first."

Cui Hongjian supported the old man's hand, but he didn't even notice that there was a strange green in the old man's eyes.

The two approached the house. Under the watchful eyes of apprentices Wu Ming and Yan Chixia, Cui Hongjian poured a cup of hot water for the old man, and then covered him with his quilt.

After doing all this, Cui Hongjian remembered that he hadn't introduced each other yet, so he couldn't help but said, "It's fate that everyone can meet today. My name is Cui Hongjian, what are your three names?"

Silence, none of the three people in the room spoke, but looked at each other.

After a while, Wu Ming withdrew his gaze and said, "My name is Wu Ming."

"nameless!"

Cui Hongjian said twice, nodded and said: "A good fighter has no great achievements. A good doctor has no brilliant name! No name, a good name, really a good name!"

"Wrong, it's Kou Tian Wu, Sun Yue Ming." Wu Ming explained, which made Cui Hongjian, who had misunderstood it, somewhat embarrassed.

Embarrassment flashed by, Cui Hongjian turned his head to look at Yan Chixia's apprentice, and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

"I was raised by my master. The master calls me Shi'er, but you can just call me Yan Shi."

Yan Shi is Yan Chixia's apprentice, and Yan Chixia has been unrestrained all her life, so choosing a name is of course as simple as possible.

However, Wu Ming, who has seen the movie and the original book, knows that Yan Shi is not easy.

Those who have watched A Chinese Ghost Story must remember the Xiahou swordsman who competed with Yan Chixia for the number one in the world in Lanruo Temple.And this Yanshi is actually the son of Xiahou swordsman, who was adopted by Yan Chixia after being abandoned by Xiahou swordsman.

"Yan Shi, is your master called Yan Chixia?" Wu Mingzheng asked because he was worried that he would not have a chance to make friends with Yan Shi.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Yan Shi was very surprised. His master had lived in seclusion for many years, and he never expected to be recognized.

Hearing Yan Shi's words, Wu Ming smiled and said, "Hero Yan is the number one swordsman in the world. I just know that Hero Yan is living in seclusion in Wumenju, and I want to come and visit. So, when I heard you say your surname Yan, with the weapon on his back, asked tentatively."

"That's it!" Yan Shi looked very happy. Others recognized that he was a great master, and he was also proud of being an apprentice.

Immediately, Yan Shi's affection for Wu Ming has increased a lot, and the smile on his face is so flattering that he can't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Old man, are you sick? I think your complexion is a little blue?"

Before Wu Ming could get close to Yan Shila, Cui Hongjian stood up in a panic.

Wu Ming and Yan Shi raised their eyes and found that the old man's face was ashen, and his mouth was rubbing something like eating.

Seeing this, Wu Ming didn't care, but Yan Shi grabbed Cui Hongjian's hand and shook his head at Cui Hongjian: "Don't go there, I'm afraid this old man."

"I'm afraid what, the old man seems to be sick, let's go and have a look!"

Cui Hongjian broke free from Yan Shi's hand, walked up to the old man with white beard, and reached out to touch the old man's forehead.

The next second, the trembling old man opened his mouth and bit the outstretched arm at the moment Cui Hongjian stretched out his hand.

click
The old man took a bite, but it was Yan Shi who pushed Cui Hongjian aside at a critical juncture.

Cui Hongjian fell to the ground with a sound of "Ouch", and looked up in a daze, only to see Yan Shi holding an iron axe, sweeping towards the old man like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Brother Yan, are you crazy?" Cui Hongjian was so frightened that his face turned pale when he saw Yan Shi beating someone with an axe, and he got up to stop him.

In the next second, before Cui Hongjian could really rush up, the motionless white-bearded old man rushed up to the beam with a "whoosh".

Seeing this scene, Cui Hongjian was dumbfounded, looked at the place where the old man was sitting, and then at the beam of his house.

If he remembered correctly, the beams of his house were at least three meters high from the ground.

Such a height, even monkeys can't jump up, how did this old man get up.

"Bold old ghost, you are not cultivating in the deep mountains, but you come to harm the world. It is really hard to keep you today!" Yan Shi's words answered Cui Hongjian's doubts and made Wu Ming nod secretly.

When the old man didn't enter the door, the warning magic that Wu Ming placed outside sent him an alarm.

If Yan Shi is like a burning stove under the detection of magic, then this old man is the ice of ten thousand years, much more powerful than the purple-clothed female ghost that Wu Ming met before.

"Scholar, come to my side." Wu Ming said slowly, asking Cui Hongjian to hide by his side to avoid being affected by the two's fighting skills.

Cui Hongjian nodded repeatedly when he heard this. Among the three people present, he was the only one who was powerless, so it was better to hide as far away as possible.

Standing beside Wu Ming, a blue enchantment enveloped the two of them.

The white-bearded old ghost on the beam first looked at Wu Ming's enchantment, then at Yan Shi holding an iron axe, the expression on his face changed again and again.

After a moment of hesitation, the old ghost put a smile on his face and said, "The water rushed to the Dragon King Temple. Since there are two masters present, the little old man will leave."

"Where to go!"

Before the old ghost left, Yan Shi, who was standing below, flew out the iron ax in his hand.

The ax that flew out, with a cold light, went straight to the old ghost's head.

The old man had a sneer on his face, and his white hair was whipped from his head like a whip.

Snapped.
With a soft sound, the snow-white hair hit the ax and bounced the ax back.

Taking this opportunity, Yan Shi took off, grabbed the ax in mid-air, and smashed Huashan with a force.

bang
Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the ax didn't hit the old ghost's body, but hit the beam of the house instead.

In an instant, the beam that was hit by the ax made a creaking sound and visibly shook.

"My house!"

Cui Hongjian exclaimed, and then felt the scene in front of him flash, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing outside.

Two seconds later, the crumbling thatched cottage fell down under Cui Hongjian's gaze.

The collapse of the house was not over yet, only two figures were seen, rising into the sky from the collapsed house, it was Yan Shi and the white-headed old ghost.

"The mountain doesn't turn and the water turns, the little old man is leaving." The white-headed old ghost laughed loudly, and flew towards the depths of the distant mountains with the help of the violent storm outside.

"Go, can you go?"

Seeing the white-headed old ghost fly away, Yan Shi's face turned cold, and he took out a talisman from his pocket: "Thunder!"

With a shout, Yan picked up the talisman paper in his hand and quickly set it on fire.

In the next second, there was a "bang" in the sky, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, smashing the white-headed old ghost into a ball of fire.

(End of this chapter)