Chapter 96 White-haired Banshee

Under the setting sun, the lonely northern shadow appeared on the official road and went straight to the direction of the Huashan School along the official road. The autumn wind was bleak, the winter wind was piercing, and the snowflakes all over the sky covered the footprints of the horse's hoof. On the way, there was a memory, and the concern became unreachable. The sunset was very big and beautiful, and the intimate red, and the surrounding area was The intoxicated blue spread brilliantly. It diffused and finally melted into a brilliant sunset glow, which covered most of the day.

Ling Qianxue felt that her inner resentment was soaring, and there was a possibility of going crazy at any time. She took out the medicine in the white bottle given to her by Tang Ziyan and put a pill in her mouth. There was an unprecedented pain in her body, as if every nerve was tense. The pain made Ling Qianxue particularly awake. , came to the outside of Yijia Post Station, tied the horse to the door, and walked into the inn with a sword.

When I walked to the door, I heard a noisy sound from inside. All the inns are almost the same. The first floor is a place for everyone to eat and drink. The more this kind of official inn, the more chaotic it will be.

Ling Qianxue walked into the inn, and the sound of pushing the door attracted many eyes. She brushed away the snow on her body and stood at the door looking for the shopkeeper.

The whole inn was silent in an instant. Some people were drinking at night, while others were pouring wine, and some people were talking about the sea blowing... But everyone was stunned. The drinker held the bowl and forgot their arms numb. The person holding the wine jar and pouring wine didn't know the wine all over the ground...

Maybe it was suddenly quiet, which made the shopkeeper who was taking a nap feel something was wrong. He got up from the counter and looked around with his sleepy eyes.

The eyes fell on Ling Qianxue at the door, huh! A beautiful woman, dressed in white, with white hair... The shopkeeper couldn't believe that it was true. She immediately had a lot of spirit and rubbed her eyes. Ling Qianxue at the door was still the same, with white clothes, white hair and blood-red eyes...

"Oh my God-monster-"

The call of the shopkeeper woke everyone up. In the lobby of the inn, he drew a knife and drew a sword. The shopkeeper had long retreated in horror and dared not come out to say anything.

Those people held weapons and surrounded Ling Qianxue at the door, three meters away from her. No one dared to come forward. A bold man asked, "You...you...who are you...are you a human or a monster?"

Only then did Ling Qianxue realize that she had entered a state of going crazy, but the pain all over her body made her consciousness clear. Seeing her white hair, Ling Qianxue knew what was going on and said, "I'm a human. I want to stay in the hotel."

"Full...full...full...full...no...no...room..." The shopkeeper's words trembled with fear.

Ling Qianxue said sincerely, "Don't be afraid. I'm not a monster. I just have a strange disease. It's getting dark and there are no other inns around. I just want to stay here for one night. If you think I look ugly and scare you, I will not come out in the room."

"That...that...that's gone." The shopkeeper said tremblingly, "Girl... Let's find another place... The shop is really full."

Ling Qianxue took out a silver ingot and said, "I gave the money."

The shopkeeper said, "Then... you can sleep in the horse shed... It will scare the guests here... I don't want your money..."

Ling Qianxue smiled bitterly in her heart. Now that she wants to stay in an inn, the other party refuses to take it. If Han Ruoli knew that he would avenge him and sleep in a stable, would he feel sorry for himself?

Ling Qianxue turned around and suddenly remembered that she didn't know where the stable was, so she earned it back and asked, "Little brother, where is the stable?"

"No!" A woman shouted, "You can't let her sleep in the stable. My father just sent me a batch of good horses in the Western Regions last month. The people who sent the horses took a long time to send the horses to Huashan to me. What if she scares my horses? Look at her, she's not a ghost. Drive her away.

Huashan! Huashan! Ling Qianxue was deeply stung by this word. Ling Qianxue asked, "Who is your father?"

The woman snorted coldly, "I'm afraid I'll say it and break your courage. You can tell him who my father is."

There were seven or eight people at Zhou's table and laughed at the same time. One of them said, "His father is my master, and my master is the head of today's Huashan School and the leader of the Wuyue Sword School. How about it? I didn't scare you."

"Huashan! Huashan!" Ling Qianxue kept repeating these two words, and there were bursts of tingling in his head. Even the medicine given to him by Tang Ziyan could not withstand such stimulation.

Those people laughed louder, and the woman said, "I've said that my father's name must have scared her. You see that she has been stunned, haha..."

"Sw--" Ling Qianxue's sword has come out of its sheath and locked the target of the table in the last second of her consciousness. Her body is like a ghost, leaving a shadow. The sword has opened the throat of the daughter of the head of the Huashan School.

The people around were shocked, and the disciples of the Huashan School were even more angry one by one. The daughter of the leader was stabbed to death. How did they go back? If they don't take down the murderer, they don't have to go back and wait to die.

The inn was in chaos, led by the disciples of the Huashan School. Everyone surrounded Ling Qianxue three circles outside. Ling Qianxue had lost his mind. All the people in his eyes were the faces of the Aojian Villa in Youzhou City that day.

At first, some people wanted to kill Ling Qianxue, but they found that Ling Qianxue's sword could only see the remnants. When they saw clearly, the sword had been inserted in someone's chest, and the blade scratched his throat, leaving only a red line...

"Monster..." Some people couldn't control it and fled from the inn like crazy. With the first person to escape, there will soon be a second one. In Ling Qianxue's eyes, "those people of the day" fled around, and her embarrassed appearance made her excited and more energetic.

The people in the inn fled everywhere, and the people in the guest room also fled one after another when they saw this scene. For a moment, the first floor of the inn was bleeding like a river, and the broken limbs and arms were everywhere. The shopkeeper and the second store hid under the counter, and their bodies kept shaking. Ling Qianxue did not have a drop of blood on her body, and the blade did not leave any blood marks.

Ling Qianxue chased out of the door. The cold wind outside chased him, and the snowflakes melted on Ling Qianxue's face and felt a trace of coldness. At this moment, Ling Qianxue regained her consciousness and stood silently in front of the inn. The sound of the horseshoe of the escaped people getting farther and farther away. She turned around and saw the bloody scene in the inn. She did not Dare to believe that she did it herself, and the out-of-sheath sword and vague memory told her that all this was done by her.

Ling Qianxue returned to the inn and heard a trembling sound under the counter. She walked around the counter and saw the shopkeeper who had been paralyzed. The shopkeeper saw Ling Qianxue's black hair and black eyes and knelt on the ground. "Please let us go. I'm on my own. Businessman, open a small inn here and give the money to his wife. The heroine, pity me, I don't want to die..."

Ling Qianxue put away her sword, took out a few silver ingots from her body, put them on the table beside her, and said to the shopkeeper, "Take the money away. It's enough for you to open an inn in another place."

The shopkeeper couldn't believe it. Ling Qianxue actually said so and knelt on the ground and refused to look up. "Don't scare us. We dare not ask for your money. Please let me go. I have an old mother and children..."

Ling Qianxue walked out of the inn. On a cold winter night, with a piercing cold wind, he led the horse and continued to walk down the official road. His mind was full of Han Ruoli. Did he wake up? Does he know he's gone? If so, will you tell him everything about yourself? How much Ling Qianxue hopes that Han Ruoli knows how much she has done for him, and hopes that Han Ruoli will never know, so that he will be sad. He has mainly died. Why let him continue to be sad for himself?

Three days later, the top of Mount Hua.

The three disciples knelt in the main hall of the Huashan School and said with tears in their noses, "Master... It's not that the disciple is incompetent and unprotected senior sister. It's the white-haired banshee who is too powerful. She kills people without blinking, and her moves are killing. The places touched by her sword are fatal. If it weren't for the quick escape , and die under her sword.

The head of Huashan School held the chair and kept shaking. Hearing the last words of the three disciples, he broke the chair in the palm of his hand, "Who... What does the white-haired female female demon look like? To be honest, which school's martial arts does she use? Why can't you get along with my Huashan faction?

The three disciples' faces were as frightened, "No wonder, the leader, our eyes are clumsy, and we can't see which martial arts it is. The white-haired banshee is dressed in white, her hair is waist-length, hanging like silver silk, her eyes are blood-red, and the sword is amazingly fast. The disciples guessed that such a fast sword should be the people of the sword Villa."

The head of the Huashan faction gasped and asked, "How old is that man?"

"About 234 years old."

The head of Huashan School thought alone that Meng Ranlan of Aojian Villa should be the first master. Although this woman is well maintained, she should be about 50 years old. She looks normal in her thirties. It will never be Meng Ranlan. "You judge that the people of Aojian Villa, in addition to fast swordsmanship, there are other Is it based on it?

"Not fast! It's so fast!" A disciple knelt on the ground and said, "Her sword only left a shadow. Whether the senior sister died under her sword, even the uncle of the Hengshan School did not dodge the woman's move."

These disciples are called uncles, who are equal to the head of the Huashan School. The head of the Hengshan School does have several brothers, known as the five ancestors of Hengshan. "Who of the Hengshan School died under the sword of that female demon? Is it one of the five ancestors of Hengshan?

"Yes! Yes!" The disciple found a straw and thought that all the five ancestors of Hengshan were killed in one move. It was also reasonable that we did not save your daughter. "It's the fifth of the five ancestors of Hengshan."

When the head of the Huashan School heard this, his heart was already cold. Although the five martial arts skills of the five ancestors of Hengshan were not the highest, it was not comparable to ordinary people. He ranked the fifth martial arts on Hengshan Mountain. Even if he competed with the five of the five ancestors of Hengshan, it was estimated that no hundreds of moves could not be distinguished. Unexpectedly, the banshee Unexpectedly, he was killed in a second. The head of the Huashan faction sweated behind his back and forgot the grief of his daughter's death. Just now, he wanted to kill these three escaped disciples with one sword.

"Quick!" The head of the Huashan faction said, "Send someone to inform the head of the Wuyue Sword Sect. Come to Huashan quickly and tell them the news of the white-haired banshee. The three of you will lead the way and immediately go to the inn and bring my daughter's body back to me. I want to see what kind of the banshee is."

On that day, the head of Huashan School went down the mountain in person, and the group hurried to the inn. Ling Qianxue rode past them. When the three leading people saw Ling Qianxue, they were shocked and found that Ling Qianxue had black hair and black eyes, so they knew that they were sweating white.

This evening, Ling Qianxue arrived in Huashan City at the foot of Huashan Mountain. She had not closed her eyes for three days and nights. The cold in winter made Ling Qianxue suffer a lot. When she saw Huashan, she was willing to stop and find a hotel to stay.

When she was selected into the room, Ling Qianxue felt severe pain all over her body. In the past few days, she has taken the medicine given to her by Tang Ziyan as three meals a day. She had to take one pill in the morning, afternoon and evening. Whenever her body hurts, it was when she went crazy. At this time, Ling Qianxue did not dare to think about the faces of those people. You can't hear the words that evoke memories, otherwise you will go crazy at any time.

The second child of the hotel knocked on the door and said outside the door, "Girl, I'll bring you food."

Ling Qianxue said through the door, "Put it at the door. I'll take it myself."

The shopkeeper was absolutely inexplicable, but the guests said that he had to do so. After a long time, Ling Qianxue opened the door and took in the food. Hearing the people outside talking about the news of the white-haired banshee in the martial arts, Ling Qianxue decided to eat enough to take a shower, and then listen to what these people were talking about themselves.

(What's better about the plot of this book? Is it the open and secret struggle of martial arts? Or an ambiguous plot? Or is it a domineering road? Welcome to the discussion in the book review area. Yuhan promises to reply, participate in everyone's discussion, and give a more wonderful main line.)