The fingers of the sword were formed into sword gestures and turned slowly.

The flying sword surrounded Han An's wrist like a swimming dragon, its sharp edge exposed and the cold light fierce.

The cyan mana steaming around him caused the ripples around his body to vibrate.

The black-robed Taoist on the other side of the stone table took the situation indifferently, without even frowning. He just looked at Han An calmly, who was facing a formidable enemy.

Are the tensions high?

It sounds like.

But I always felt that the devil was a little too confident. He didn't even show the slightest nervousness, but quietly stretched out his hand.

The small black flag was held up like this.

"Since Fellow Daoist Han thinks I am a devil, then Fellow Daoist Han will accept this magic weapon, so that others will not use this magic weapon to collect ghosts. This can be regarded as eliminating a scourge for the common people."

Tu Shanjun said frankly and just raised his hands.

Although he still looked like a black-robed Taoist, Han An felt that the person in front of him was old and decrepit. Although he was surrounded by Zen, he was like a hunchbacked old monkey giving away the peaches he had picked.

Just by looking at his temperament, we can see that the Taoist in front of us is not evil or violent, nor does he have any strong malice.

But when it comes to goodness, it's not like that.

On the contrary, there is a kind of tranquility like a solitary shadow in the world.

The Dharma Eyes of the Spiritual Officer are opened.

Han An could see clearly that the black-robed Taoist's aura was dim and dull, and the magic candle seemed to be swaying in the wind and would go out at any time.

In this way, Tu Shanjun did not deceive him, he really had no power.

But such a powerful monk cannot simply guess that even if he only has the last trace of mana left, he will be killed for just that moment.

Han An stretched out his hand.

Countless methods of obtaining flags came to his mind.

Even he didn't realize that the distance between his hand and the Zunhun Banner was already Chi Chi.

It seems that the small flag in front of me can be taken away at any time.

After a stalemate for a while, Han An laughed at himself.

The voice turned from soft to loud and then he sighed quietly: "I can't take it away."

Tu Shanjun was not surprised either.

After all, he is also a master of the golden elixir. He has walked out of his own way. Even if there is only a trace of mana left, the energy of his whole body is still perfect.

In Han An's eyes, he had no way of starting.

…

"I am not a righteous person, so I am not qualified to speak nonsense about evil."

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword turned into a wooden ring again and wrapped around his wrist, and the steaming green mana on his body gradually extinguished.

Han An sat down on the stone pier, picked up the butterfly-shaped wine cup on the stone table in front of him, and drank up his head.

Only then did Tu Shanjun look a little surprised.

The soul flag is not included in the sleeve robe, but is usually placed on the table.

"If you can guard your true heart and prevent the spiritual altar from being covered in dust, you have already entered the Tao with half a foot."

"It's hard for you to walk in the world as a spirit and still cultivate such weird ways."

Han An raised his head suddenly as he picked up the butterfly bowl.

The stern expression turned into a helpless smile in just a moment: "The Taoist priest is indeed unpredictable."

"There are no locust flowers that are evergreen all year round. It's just so strange. You actually have the ability to control the ghosts. The ghosts are also warmed and nourished. It's really magical." Tu Shanjun just said indifferently, his body gradually straightened up.

.

Lived in Huaifeng for half a year.

Because Tushanjun is not just living in seclusion, it is inevitable that he will explore some things.

"Yes, I am the big locust tree in Huaifeng City." Han An nodded and admitted.

Logically speaking, the two of them should actually have something to say.

After all, one is considered a devil and the other is a spirit.

All the monsters and monsters are gathering together.

Just like what Han An said, how can he make false claims to correct evil?

After finishing another glass, he put down the wine bowl and praised: "Good wine, but I really don't have the intention of drinking and having fun."

Han An was really surprised by what he saw today. Although he had already made a guess, it was better to get confirmation from Tushan Jun.

As for whether Tu Shanjun can help, Han An no longer has extravagant hopes.

No matter what kind of person the black-robed Taoist is, this treasure is after all a magic weapon that collects souls. Even if it is used as a support, it is absolutely unreliable.

"Master Taoist, don't you wonder why I help the people in the city?" Han An suddenly thought.

Why didn't the other party talk to him about good and evil like a common demon, but instead continued to make medicine very quietly?

He didn't even care about the small black and gold flag on the table, let alone asked why he helped Huaifeng.

"If Taoist fellow Taoist has something to say, I will be happy to listen. Otherwise, what does it have to do with me?" Tu Shanjun put down the medicine pestle and compared the appearance of the finished medicinal materials described in the book.

“If the road is not level, someone will plow it; if things are not level, someone will take care of it.”

"When someone is in charge, do I have to ask the reason and speculate on their purpose?"

“I’m so busy when I have nothing to do.”

"The way to break the situation is here. If you want to, take it. If you don't want to, just find your own way out. Just go ahead." Tu Shanjun waved his hand, looking rather impatient.

If he really has so much leisure, how can he practice with peace of mind?

As long as they don't block his way, he doesn't really care what others do.

If anyone blocks his path to immortality, no matter whether it is the righteous path or the demonic path, his body will die and his path will disappear, and his life will be put into the flag to complete his path to immortality.

‘My seat?’

'And you said you're not a devil?'

While Han An was slandering, he looked at the small black and gold flag on the table, stretched out his hand, held it in his hand and said, "Taoist Master..."

The next scene immediately made his eyes widen.

The Taoist priest in black robes in front of him turned into ashes and disappeared into the night sky in the evening breeze.

"this……"

Even though Han An had seen a lot of strange things, what happened in front of him was too bizarre, like a dream.

If it weren't for the fact that the butterfly bowl he drank from was still there and stained with alcohol, he would have even felt that he had been immersed in a hallucination.

After looking at the soul flag in his hand, he finally put it in his arms and left confused.

…

Stepping into the courtyard, the charming woman hurriedly greeted him.

First, he carefully checked whether Han An was injured, and then said worriedly: "Master, you are finally back. I sensed Master's magic power and thought something had happened."

"It's true, but there's no need to worry too much, madam."

Han An patted the back of Ying Ji's weak and boneless hand to comfort her.

It's just that for a moment, I didn't know how to speak out about what happened.

In fact, even he himself has not straightened things out yet. All in all, he must have met an expert.

Such people cannot be divided into any clear categories. It can only be said that it is very troublesome, especially... Han An couldn't help but take out the small black gold flag when he thought of this.

The treasure has become dirty, and now the soul flag has lost the terrifying aura of the magic weapon. It is like a children's toy, without any danger at all.

Ying Ji seemed to have noticed Han An's mood and thought she was disappointed, so she changed the topic in another direction: "The master and that Taoist priest started fighting?"

Han An nodded but felt something was wrong, so he shook his head.

When the black-robed Taoist handed over the soul flag for the first time, the other party's round aura didn't give him any chance to take action.

Somehow, he had a feeling that if he dared to reach out and take it, he would definitely die in the hands of the black-robed Taoist.

Anyway, he lost.

Very thorough.

…

Another seven days.

In the camp of the rebel bandits, a tall altar stands.
To be continued...