I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

The girl at the inn poured a cup of tea for Lu Yinshuang, with a sullen and uncontrollable smile, which was very funny.

Lu Yinshuang thanked her, and then asked, "Miss, can you tell me the route to Weihai City?"

"Of course, you can go directly to the southeast if you are Yujian." The girl gestured enthusiastically, "By the way, my name is Xuan Lingzi, and I work for Cangmiao Palace. scope."

Lu Yinshuang was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why do you slow down and walk?"

"Recently, there are too many cultivators from all walks of life in Weihai City, and some evil sects always want to create chaos and fish in troubled waters, so the city lord had to temporarily set up a sentry." The girl explained, "I heard that a Nascent Soul casual cultivator entered the city directly with a sword the day before yesterday. , snatched someone else's Qiankun bag and fled."

"So that's how it is." Lu Yinshuang was stunned, thinking about it carefully, besides practicing in seclusion and fighting and killing, he just stayed in Linyuan Palace and said to Xie Qiao, "You don't have to ask me if you want to deal with it". He would still invite him out for a stroll, but later... Xie Qiao never looked for him again.

To put it bluntly, he is a housekeeper who never goes out.

Lu Yinshuang thought that he would do as the Romans do, he searched for a topographical map and said, "I'm new here, I hope Miss Xuanling will not be stingy with many rules—"

Lu Yinshuang's hands rested on his cuffs, and he finally remembered that he had glanced at the map a few times on board the ferry at Sunken Realm, and then threw it in the cabin to eat ashes.

"Sorry, it seems that the range of the guard post needs to be explained in detail by the girl." Lu Yinshuang sighed in distress, like a poor outsider who has overcome all kinds of difficulties and dangers to reach the realm of cultivation.

Xuan Lingzi laughed lightly, and seriously introduced the customs of Weihai City's guardian direction, which was humorous and meticulous, and even lent him a local characteristic script, even Lu Yinshuang felt a little bit of an urge to go for a visit.

It wasn't until customers came to the store that Xuan Lingzi went over to entertain them with more than enough satisfaction.

Feilu picked and ate half a package of dried fish, which tasted very different from what Xie Qiao usually fed her. Feilu pushed the dried fish to Lu Yinshuang with her wings in disgust, and patted it again. The desk protested, and went back to the space to sleep.

Lu Yinshuang put away the dried fish. He is not rich now, so he can save as much as he can. The several sects in the realm of cultivation are the same as in memory, and the world is still prosperous and peaceful.

At least on the surface it was peaceful.

Forgot to ask where to buy topographic maps.

When Lu Yinshuang got up and went upstairs, he thought that he came to the Realm of Cultivation to find someone, and the first step in finding someone is not to get lost.

The Nanping inn is not big as a whole, and it is full of family casualness everywhere. It is said that it is an upper room, but Lu Yinshuang, who went up the stairs, took a left step and stepped into a pile of wet ropes. He has never seen such a foolish inn. I raised my eyebrows and couldn't help feeling a little bit more fresh.

Maybe it was because the business was sluggish this month, and a layer of dust had accumulated on the carvings on the door. Lu Yinshuang looked uncomfortable, so she just took a clean dust formula and wiped it off.

The moment I stepped through the door, the cold wind rushed to my face.

Lu Yinshuang was startled, then turned around, and the door also disappeared in place.

Oh, he hasn't had time to wipe the face yet.

It was supposed to be an ordinary guest room, but now as far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of white mist, which is damp and heavy, like water droplets densely condensed in mid-air, and wandering around with the wind blowing from nowhere, like countless pairs of ashes. His hands were writhing with teeth and claws.

Lu Yinshuang didn't act rashly, he didn't forget that he is now an ordinary Jindan stage, after standing there for a while, the sound of the wind whirling around seemed to be getting closer and closer to him, this feeling was very similar to falling into the water, surrounded by gray and white , no glare and no direction.

He stepped forward and walked forward for a while, changing the route several times in the middle. The dense fog accumulated thicker and thicker like a shadow, making it difficult for people to walk. And then re-wrapped.

"It's sleepy." Lu Yinshuang stopped and let out a low laugh, not in a hurry, the corners of his clothes were already soaked in the mist, and the biting coldness permeated every hole.

Lu Yinshuang is a pure swordsman, and he doesn't know much about battles, but judging from years of experience, the formation must be at least in the Nascent Soul stage, but his style is cautious, and he intends to kill without being trapped, so as to wear down the physical strength of those who enter the battle. , it will be corroded by the fog and unable to move.

But unfortunately, he is the least afraid of the cold.

"Your Excellency, you can hear me." Lu Yinshuang said suddenly, and sat down on the spot as soon as she lifted her clothes, "Nanping Inn has many rooms, but I was caught in a trap."

After a pause, seeing no one answered, Lu Yinshuang said again: "Your Excellency is really out of luck."

In Changqu Mountain, a hundred miles away from Nanping Inn, there was a crisp sound from the simple cave, followed by a curse.

"What nonsense! The unlucky one is obviously yourself."

Sitting against the wall, Zhenxiu angrily picked up the bowl that had been dropped on the ground by his shaking hands. He looked about thirty years old, with gray and white hair, and the Sichuan character pattern carved on the center of his brow.

There is a sand table in front of the body cultivation formation, the flag representing Lu Yinshuang is as stable as Mount Tai, and beside it is a Qiankun bag that erases the imprint of spiritual consciousness. If people from the Law Enforcement Hall of Weihai City are here, they will definitely recognize that this is just The wanted Yuan Chenzi.

Lu Yinshuang in the formation was at ease, Yuan Chenzi didn't answer, and he was not in a hurry, he just took out the scriptures he had put in his Qiankun bag to read, turning a blind eye to any substantial fog around him.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Yinshuang put one leg up, put the script on the ground and changed his posture.

Yuan Chenzi who was waiting for Lu Yinshuang to beg for mercy: "..."

Three quarters of an hour passed, and Lu Yinshuang said dissatisfiedly, "Why is Fairy Yuhong so cowardly?"

Yuan Chenzi's injury recurred and he vomited blood: "...you're actually reading the script!"

Unable to hold back these words, he yelled them directly in the formation. Fortunately, he thought that Lu Yinshuang was trying to learn and sell to break the formation.

Yuan Chenzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely. He thought to himself that he couldn't wait any longer. He desperately needed the real essence of a living person to heal his wounds. He was pretending to be relaxed and trying to confuse himself, as long as he launched a change at this time, he would be caught off guard...

"It seems that your Excellency is also familiar with this book?" Lu Yinshuang answered naturally, interrupting Yuan Chenzi's determination to change, "That Fairy Yuhong is deeply involved in emotional entanglements and abandoned her cultivation. It is a joke that Shi Jiazi achieved Mahayana .”

"I haven't seen it!" Yuan Chenzi was furious, "The point is this? Don't you feel cold?"

Hearing this, Lu Yinshuang raised his left hand that was hugging his knee, and a layer of frost spread on his slender and clean fingertips.

"Thank you for your concern. You don't mind if I make a cup of tea." Lu Yinshuang raised the corner of her mouth, and rubbed her fingers lightly. The crystal icicles fell on the hem of her clothes, as if she was about to take out a tea set.

Yuan Chenzi stood up abruptly and smashed the medicine bowl, "The boy wants to die!"

He bit his thumb, and the blood dripped down on the flag in the sand table.

Yuan Chenzi clenched his fists and let out a somewhat stiff smile, but the next moment, the smile was completely frozen on his face, and a layer of floating sand was suddenly lifted off the sand table, and the northwest corner evaporated directly, and the drop of blood also disappeared. So the target is lost.

Not long after, a second flag suddenly appeared on the sand table.

Lu Yinshuang stopped her hands on the Qiankun bag, got up calmly and stroked the skirt of her clothes.

The man broke in suddenly, probably in the same way as him, and from a distance, it could only be seen that he was probably a teenager.

Lu Yinshuang became vigilant, pinching the sword formula behind his back, for some reason this young man always gave him a familiar feeling, which made him feel somewhat resentful out of thin air.

Be calm, don't get angry, be gentle.

Lu Yinshuang silently persuaded himself, concentrated his spiritual consciousness and swept towards the opposite side, his dark eyes gradually became transparent.

The young man had no time to confirm the identity of the person standing behind his hands in the mist. He held a long sword in his hand and threw seven spells at the same time. The fine cyan light of the sword circled and nailed the spells to the ground one by one.

Where the talisman was located, the dense fog immediately retreated, and the coldness like a gangrene on the body also faded away like a tide.

But the seventh talisman was too far away from the young man, and the concentrated mist swirled and obliterated the talisman's sword light, making the talisman lightly fall to Lu Yinshuang's side.

"Decree of the Heavenly King of Dao." Lu Yinshuang bent down to pick it up, keeping the surface gentle and fragmented.

The young man didn't know what Lu Yinshuang was thinking, although Lu Yinshuang's tone was a little heavy, he still gritted his teeth and asked for help: "Senior, since I know the talismans of our family, I ask you to fill in the flutter position!"

The young man's cultivation level is still low, and he controlled the unfinished Daoist Seven Star Formation alone in the fog. His face was as pale as paper in a few breaths, and he could not fall down because of the support of the sword.

Lu Yinshuang turned a blind eye, the fingers holding the talisman were stretched blue and white, the valuable talisman was silently frozen into ice shards and melted into the mist, the moment he freed his hand, a tyrannical silver thunder light surrounded by piercing crackling The voice covers the boy.

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