At night, Hongluo Town is extremely lively, no worse than the county town next to the imperial capital.

But Sun Wuxia's face was not so pretty.

Because of the delay on the road, they fell behind again. Although they rushed to the town before dark, most of the inns in the town were already full. This was the third inn that Sun Wuxia and the others inquired about. It's full.

In fact, in normal times, although there are many people coming and going in Hongluo Town, they are not so many, because in a few days there will be a grand temple fair for the local people in Shangzhou, and many caravans who were originally in the vicinity heard the news and all They wanted to come here to take the opportunity to earn some money, and with the Chinese New Year approaching, they were visiting relatives in Shangzhou to go to the market. Hongluo Town was bustling with people like never before.

Sun Wuxia originally thought that the group of them would be able to afford the money, so they would have no worries about living. Who knew that after asking several times, they would not even have a room if they could afford the money. Caravans with deep pockets abound. He forced the innkeeper to vacate the room, and saw a person coming down the stairs, very familiar.

Taking a closer look, the other party is not the person who restrained the restless horse in time during the day.

Although I don't know his name, that half of the white hair is really eye-catching. From the beginning of going downstairs, not only Sun Wuxia, but many eyes fell on him.

Sun Wuxia took a step forward, blocking his way.

"I don't know if there is a spare room here, brother. Among the friends who are traveling with me, there are some female family members who can't stand the cold wind at night. There are many Taoist brothers, so it's better to be flexible. We will definitely be rewarded."

He was upset, but he still managed to speak in a good voice.

After all, it's not good to make a scene under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He heard the other party ask: "What heavy reward?"

Sun Wuxia said it casually, and said after hearing the words: "Baby and elixir, what do you want?"

Chang Ming tilted his head and thought for a while: "Is there a sword? My brother still needs a sword."

Sun Wuxia raised her eyebrows, thinking that you are fat, are you really out of breath? Two rooms require a sword, so why not grab it?

"What sword do you want?" He raised his voice and couldn't help asking.

Chang Ming glanced at the long sword on his back, paused for a moment, shook his head, as if to say, like the one you carry, it will never end.

Sun Wuxia understood the meaning of the silence, and was so angry that he couldn't help but pat the opponent on the shoulder!

The sword on his back is not because he can't put it away, but because this sword is the treasure of the master's sect. This time at the Qianlin meeting, the master wanted to make him stand out, so the master bestowed this sword on him. He, Sun Wuxia couldn't put it down, he couldn't bear to put it away, and walked around the market with his back behind his back every day, which could deter some Xiao Xiaoxiao who harbored malicious intentions. In addition, he was accompanied by his uncle on this trip, and the nobles in the carriage were not easy to mess with. , The journey was safe and sound.

As a result, the other party was a casual cultivator, and it was nothing more than talking wildly, but he still didn't like this sword.

A person who doesn't even have a magic weapon with him, what right does he have to look down on his sword? !

Sun Wuxia didn't want to make a big deal out of this move, but just wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

Unexpectedly, when I stretched out my hand, I felt soft and bumped against a wall of cotton. It hurt but it didn't hurt, but my body floated back involuntarily. stop.

Chang Ming glanced at him with a half-smile, which was meaningful.

Sun Wuxia suddenly discovered that at first glance, the other party was only at the level of a high-level monk, and he was still sick, but in fact he couldn't try out the depth at all. Maybe he was just a fledgling, maybe he surpassed the great master, and Sun Wuxia just wanted to fight back. In a short moment, he couldn't react, because the opponent's spiritual power was perfect and unimpeded, and he couldn't find any flaws.

The faint golden light lingering around the body flashes away, like Buddhism and Taoism, and it is impossible to trace the origin of the sect.

For the first time, Sun Wuxia had the urge to know the other party's name.

"Dare to ask your friend's name?"

Chang Ming didn't answer, but instead said: "We can vacate two wing rooms, but you have to exchange something."

Sun Wuxia: "What do you want?"

Chang Ming: "Is there any medicine for amnesia?"

Sun Wuxia was at a loss for a moment: "I've never heard of such an elixir in the world."

Chang Ming: "Then give me the sword on your body."

Naturally, it is impossible for Sun Wuxia to hand over the treasure of the town faction to the other party, and give the magic weapon for the two wing rooms. No matter how you think about this kind of thing, it is impossible for the delicate guests in the car to spend the night in the car, and there is indeed no place to live in the town. up.

He stared at Chang Ming for a moment, and said in his heart that I will remember your face, and we will settle the score slowly in the future, and said softly, "Wait a moment, I will discuss it with others."

Sun Wuxia rushed out of the inn angrily, and said a few words to He Bo who was waiting in front of the car outside the door, not forgetting to add fuel and vinegar to tell how hateful the other party was.

He Bo frowned and said, "Your Zhiqiu sword is naturally impossible to give away, it's too much of a deception, that's all, let's go somewhere else..."

"I have a sword here."

The **** in the car suddenly made a sound.

Sun Wuxia retorted subconsciously: "I don't need the princess to come forward about this matter."

Although Princess Changning is young, her seniority is high. She and Sun Wuxia's father are cousins, and they have a strange background and high status. They are far more than just an ordinary royal princess. This trip is just like this for Sun Wuxia's uncle and nephew. value.

"Don't worry too much. This sword belongs to Ah Chi. She doesn't use a sword in the first place, so she just leaves it alone. Besides, this sword is not a magic weapon. It's just for self-defense. Take the sword out of its scabbard, you just take it, just go out, it's convenient for others, convenient for yourself."

After saying that, the curtain was lifted, and the maid took out the sword.

Sun Wuxia saw that the body of the sword was simple and unadorned, without any inscriptions. It was so simple and shabby.

"What is this sword called?"

"Well, this sword has no name at all, if the other party asks, just say it's the nameless sword."

Sun Wuxia: ...

He took the sword and walked towards the inn, while trying to pull the sword out of the scabbard, but he couldn't.

With a little more force, it still didn't move.

Sun Wuxia's face turned green.

"Let me try." He Bo said upon seeing this.

Sun Wuxia handed it over, only to see that the uncle tried it, and judging by the expression on his face, it seemed that he had used his spiritual power, but he didn't respond.

The scabbard and the handle seemed to be firmly glued together, no matter how hard they were, they couldn't be separated.

Sun Wuxia even wondered if Princess Changning was teasing her on purpose.

He had the idea of ​​gloating and watching a good show in his heart, and immediately he didn't feel that the other party was making trouble for no reason and asking for treasure.

After entering the inn, Chang Ming was still leaning on the stairs and waiting for them.

He had an extra bowl of hot noodle soup in his hand, and his eyes fell on the noodle soup, concentrating on it seriously. Other than that, there seemed to be nothing else that could attract his attention.

"Hey."

Sun Wuxia walked over with the sword in hand.

"This sword, if you can pull it out, how about three rooms for you?"

Chang Ming looked away, landed on the sword, looked at it for a moment, and nodded.

"Can."

He stretched out his hand to draw the sword, but Sun Wuxia deliberately let go of his strength. As long as the opponent drew hard, the sword would fall to the ground.

At that time, the other party will be indifferent, and if he wants to take a sword, he has to give up the noodle soup, and he will always be a clown.

But Sun Wuxia didn't expect at all that when he let go, the sword was pulled out from the scabbard with a clang, easily and effortlessly.

Instead, Sun Wuxia let go, and the scabbard fell to the ground.

Chang Ming looked at him, his expression obviously looking at a fool: That's it?

Sun Wuxia was also dumbfounded. He even wondered if Princess Changning's companion had tampered with the sword.

But even thinking about it is impossible.

The only explanation is: he and his uncle are not as good as the person in front of him.

In any case, this is unacceptable to Sun Wuxia. He himself dare not say that the rookie is second to none in his generation. His uncle He Bo, seeing that he has stepped on the threshold of a master, how could he not even have a sword? Can't pull it out?

"Here comes the sword."

Sun Wuxia heard the other party say two words plainly.

The scabbard flew up from the ground and automatically slipped into the long sword in his hand.

Sun Wuxia resisted the urge to **** the sword back and try again, and looked away at the noodle soup in Chang Ming's other hand.

The bowl of noodle soup is still in his hand, safe and secure.

"What's the name of this sword?" Chang Ming asked.

Sun Wuxia was so angry that her nose was crooked, trying to remember her purpose.

"What about the wing room you promised, fellow Taoist, don't be incapable of being the master, since you are a monk, you should know the rules."

Cultivators can kill people to seize treasures, but they cannot break their promises, because making a promise is tantamount to making an invisible karma, and failing to keep it is tantamount to being contaminated with unprovoked karma. This is something that many monks are unwilling to do.

Chang Ming nodded and called the shopkeeper.

"The three extra rooms we have just left are for this guest."

The house was already overbooked.

Lao He was impeccable in his work. He expected that Sun Wuxia and his party would come later, and they would definitely not be able to live in a room.

After Yun Weisi and Chang Ming rescued him, Lao He gave up this favor to Yun Weisi and the others to decide. Unexpectedly, Chang Ming returned with a different sword because of this.

With Chang Ming holding his face and sword, Shi Shi ran back to the house.

Old He Zheng hugged his daughter, and together with Yun Weisi, he listened to the gossip of the guests who came to visit from the next room.

The guest came two days earlier than them, and the reason why he didn't leave was because of the wind and snow in the past two days, and it didn't clear up until today.

"Recently, strange things happened one after another in the town. Every night, someone would die. Not only that, I heard that there are ghosts."

The little girl was so frightened that she crawled into her father's arms, and Lao He wanted her to go to sleep, but she refused, and insisted on listening because she was afraid.

"Haunted, they can't come to our inn, right?"

"Hey, it's hard to say. There was a heavy snowstorm last night, and many people went back to their houses early to rest. This morning, you know the Yunlai Inn not far away, right?"

"I know, we just asked about it just now, it's full."

The other party slapped his thigh, "Fortunately, you are not staying here. Before dawn, the guy got up to boil water and saw a person hanged on the beam at the entrance of his inn. He was almost scared out of his wits! Calculated, the ten or eight days , Counting before I came, a total of about eight people were about to die, if the weather is fine tomorrow, you should hurry up and set off!"