Chapter 15: The Snow Fox’s Prayer

"Let's get aside." Seeing Bingpo Rakshasa coming towards the top of the mountain, Master Jian pulled Lin Junxuan and stood beside the cliff, still with a calm expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be afraid of Bingpo Rakshasa, which ranks third in the "Murderer List".

"Da!" A red shadow flashed in front of you. A woman wearing a blood-like gauze and wearing a gauze scarf on her face fell down on the cliff. Below the cliff, shouting and killing sounds shook the sky. A master of Taoism flew quickly to the sky.

"This woman doesn't seem to be more than 200 years old," Lin Jun looked at the veiled "Ice Po Rakshasa" on her face. The woman's skin exposed outside the veil was smooth and delicate, as if she had been polished silk, without any trace of time. Her eyes were very cold, with a sense of evil spirit, but she did not have that kind of vicissitudes.

Stepping on the top of the Taishan Mountain with one foot, "Bingpo Luosha" glanced at the two of them coldly. When her eyes passed by the snow fox under Lin Junxuan's feet, her eyes suddenly became softer. Her shoulders sank slightly, as if she wanted to touch the snow fox.

"Where can you escape from Bingpo Rakshasa!"

When the loud shouts at the foot of the mountain came, Bingpo Rakshasa's body shook slightly and straightened. Her body was almost about to squat, and then she immediately stood up straight. Although it was short, she could not hide it from Lin Junxuan's eyes.

The red silk ribbon swayed, and the Bingpo Rakshasa tiptoed at the foot of the feet, and then rushed forward again...

"Strange, even if the rumors are wrong, the strength of the Bingpo Rakshasa is too weak. I thought she had only suffered a little bit of minor injuries, but I didn't expect she was seriously injured... It seems that she can't escape this time," After the Bingpo Rakshasa disappeared, Master Jian murmured to himself, frowned slightly, as if he had encountered some incomprehensible problems.

Lin Junxuan was slightly shocked when he heard this, and thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Young Master Jian, can you save her?"

Master Jian was surprised when he heard this and looked down at Lin Junxuan: "You want to save her?"

"Well, I think she is not the Ice Po Rakshasa!" Lin Junxuan looked at the direction of the Ice Po Rakshasa and said certainly: "But if you can't retreat safely, forget it." Lin Junxuan had seen Mr. Jian take action. The Taoist skills of those people at Taishan were not as good as those people I met last night. Even if the sword Yule Xinjing and Mr. Jian take his sword with all his strength, he should be able to take him down. It was based on Mr. Jian's strength that Lin Junxuan just said this.

"Oh?" Mr. Jian was thinking when he heard this. He looked at Lin Junxuan. Lin Junxuan didn't look like he was talking nonsense. He smiled and Jianzi said, "If I want me to deal with so many cultivators, it may not be enough, but it is still enough to stop him." After that, he loosened his hands and placed them on the strings.

At the foot of the mountain, the wind was rushing. A famous practitioner came in the air and was about to step onto Taishan. He heard a "clang" sound, and a piano sound suddenly burst out from the top of Taishan. The piano sound was like an arrow, carrying a solemn and murderous aura.

"careful!"

The warning sound just came out, and at the front, there were only a few "smart" sounds heard. Seven or eight monks groaned and fell from mid-air with a tent of blood.

‘Zheng!——”

Another sound of piano drifted down from the top of the mountain. Everyone at the foot of the mountain roared and made various Taoist attacks forward. However, after hearing the "bang bang" sound, all Taoist techniques were broken, and the sound was like a sword, and more than ten people were shot down.

"Who dares to help Bingpo Rakshasa?" Behind the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a white white robe, a golden belt tiled his waist, a sword with his eyebrows like a knife, and his eyes like lightning suddenly shouted loudly and came from behind the crowd. Before he could finish his words, a long sword in his hand tweaked, and with a 'choke' sound, a snow knife broke through the air and slashed towards the cliff with Wuru's power.

"Hmph!" On the cliff, Mr. Jian sat cross-legged and danced with scarves. Seeing the light of the knife at the foot of the mountain, Mr. Jian snorted coldly and reached out to slap the piano box. At the bottom of the box, the "Sword Immortal" flew out and fell into Mr. Jian's five fingers.

"Sing!——"

In the roar of the sword in the sky, a dragon-like sword light broke out from the top of Taishan, and slashed at the sword light of the sword Hou Le Xinjing with one sword—

"boom!"

The sword lights fought each other, and the sword light of the sword Hou Le Xinjing's sword light was broken like powder. The sword light remained unscathed, and it slashed straight towards the sword Hou Le Xinjing at the foot of the mountain.

"Sword-Sect..." Yu Dao Hou's face changed drastically, and he only read two words. He flicked his sleeves and retreated like lightning, and shouted loudly: "Get back quickly!"

At this time, there is no need to say that the monks who were chasing the "Bingpo Rakshasa" had already turned pale when they saw the sword light and fled to both sides.

"boom!"

The sword light blew down, shocking a hundred feet of dust. The sword Hou Le Xinjing stood in the dusty smoke, his face gloomy and unstable.

"The sword art inheritance has long been cut off, and the master has already made it clear that when he sees the sword light like a dragon, he retreats to the three houses. This person must be the descendant of the Sword Sect. How could the murder of "Ice Po Rakshasa" be mixed up?" The sword master Le Xinjing looked up at the top of the Taishan Mountain, and was puzzled.

"Marquis Dao, do you want to chase after me?" Everyone gathered around, looked at the top of Taishan with lingering fear, and asked.

The Royal Knife Hou waved his sleeves and said coldly: "No need!" This man said as if he was ordered. After hearing this, the cultivators around him did not look unhappy...

On the top of the mountain, with a sword, Master Jian took Lin Junxuan down from the cliff, and then leaped a few times, then landed halfway up the mountain.

Putting down Lin Junxuan, Master Jian said, "Fangcun Sect is also a famous sect, but you want me to save this great evil man in the Taoist world. What is the reason?"

"That person is not Bingpo Rakshasa," Lin Junxuan's slim figure flashed through his mind and his cold eyes. This is definitely not owned by a person over 200 years old.

"Oh, you have been practicing Taoism for a while and have almost no understanding of the world of cultivation. But you dare to be so sure that this woman is not the Ice Po Rakshasa?" Mr. Jian chuckled. He was actually not interested in these things at all. What made him curious was why Lin Junxuan was so sure.

"A person over 200 years old cannot have the eyes of her as young as her. Moreover, the moment she stepped onto the top of the mountain, when she saw the snow fox, her eyes became very gentle, and she even wanted to squat down and touch it. A female devil who kills people and regards human life as a mustard of grass would never have such eyes." Lin Junxuan said.

When Mr. Jian heard this, he closed his smile, and the appearance of "Ice Po Rakshasa" appeared in his mind, which was confirmed with what Lin Junxuan said in his heart. After pondering for a moment, Mr. Jian said with emotion: "Jun Xuan, your Taoist art may still be very low, but this cannot determine anything. With your keen insight, no one dares to underestimate you in the future."

"I hope they underestimate it."

"Oh?" Mr. Jian was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then understood and smiled, "Yes, it's better to underestimate it..."

Going down the hillside of Taishan, not long after, the two saw the old groom smoking a bag of dry cigarettes and waiting silently in the carriage. Seeing the two of them coming down, the old man snatched out the flames of the dry cigarette mouth, poured out the tobacco threads, and put the cigarette rod into his arms. Then he jumped out of the car and greeted him happily, "The two young men finally came back. Just now, the old man heard someone shouting to beat and kill on the other side of Taishan, and was worried."

"We are just going to play halfway up the mountain. What's the matter? Old Man Fei Lao is worried," Mr. Jian bowed and jumped onto the carriage.

The carriage came down from Taishan and did not return to Jiucheng, but walked along the post road at the foot of the mountain. Along the way, I met some monks. When I saw the carriage, I just took a look and didn't care.

"Old man, please stop the car." After leaving Jiucheng a long way, I could no longer see the highest mountain. Lin Junxuan knocked on the front wall of the car and shouted.

"Okay!"

The old coachman pulled the reins and parked the carriage on the side of the road. Lin Junxuan pushed open the car door, walked into the jungle under Master Jian's gaze, then bowed down and put the snow fox down.

"Young Master Jian said that you are a fox that can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, so I think you should be able to understand what I said." After touching the head of the snow fox, Lin Junxuan said: "Fate is together and fate is gone. You are captured by hunters in Jiucheng. I will save you. This is fate. Now that I have left Jiucheng, the hunters will not catch you again. You should leave - let's go!"

After Lin Junxuan said this, he turned around and walked towards the carriage, walking freely without any nostalgia. Behind him, the snow fox stood in the grass, raised his head, and stared at Lin Junxuan in a daze, without moving, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Let's go!" Open the car door, Lin Junxuan stepped onto the carriage.

"The young man is really kind-hearted. When ordinary people encounter such snow foxes, they will probably want to keep them as their own and keep them as pets!" In front of the carriage, the old groom turned around and said.

Lin Junxuan didn't say anything. He saved the snow fox just because he remembered that his master's wife was also a fox. Master Jian said that the demon clan was transformed from animals and was not human. But how could a heavenly fox who was not human can make a person like Master Song Yu dare not forget for a moment for twenty years?

"drive!"

The old coachman shouted, and the car drove forward again. In the horse wing, Mr. Jian closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. After walking for another half an hour, Mr. Jian suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Old man, please stop the car."

When the car stopped, Mr. Jian turned his head and looked at Lin Junxuan, and said calmly: "Junxuan, get out of the car and go and have a look. You have an acquaintance coming to you."

"Huh?" Despite the confusion in his heart, Lin Junxuan still walked out of the car.

"Look at the back, it has been following you for half an hour," In the carriage, Mr. Jian looked at Lin Junxuan and smiled. Lin Junxuan looked at the back of the carriage when he heard this. He saw Xueer, who had been sent away half an hour ago, standing ten feet behind the carriage, looking at himself with his head raised. The snow-white fur was covered with dust because of the speed of more than half an hour.

Lin Junxuan shook his head, walked over, stood in front of the snow fox, and said calmly: "Go back, the mountains and forests are the best place for you!"

The snow fox stood in the smoke and dust at the rear of the car with his head raised, motionless.

"People are going to human cities, and it is not suitable for you, go back," said Lin Junxuan, after saying this, he wanted to walk towards the carriage.

Just as Lin Junxuan was about to turn around, the motionless snow fox suddenly stood up, his two tiny front legs together, making a pleading move.
Chapter completed!