Confucian Sword Immortal: After studying for ten years, his majesty reaches the sky

"Chen Ning, how could it be you?" The

female ghost in red also recognized Chen Ning, and her blood-colored eyes regained a trace of clarity.

"Good opportunity!"

At this moment, two figures flashed from behind the courtyard.

They caught Momiji's hesitation and shook off the rune-engraved chains in their hands.

The chains roared and locked Momiji's two arms firmly.

The rune engraved on it is a spell to suppress ghosts, and the moment it comes into contact with the chain, Momiji suddenly shuddered with pain as if it had been struck by lightning.

She tried to break free, but the two chains were already glittering with golden light, like two unshakable mountains, locking her in place.

"Hmph, now that you're locked by the Soul Lock, I'll see where else you can run!" The

corners of the two Taoist priests' mouths couldn't help but raise proudly.

The man in the brocade robe who was so frightened just now that he almost peed his pants also instantly regained his complacency:

"It's so dangerous, I finally caught you slut."

You don't have to make a move, the Confucian brothers here, we will take care of the rest.

After all...... I've been preparing for so many years, just to capture her alive.

Little Nizi, don't think that you can escape the palm of my hand by sneaking into the well behind my back.

Looking at the red leaves that were tightly locked, the eyes of the brocade-robed man vaguely revealed greed and lust.

Chen Ning couldn't help frowning slightly.

Compared to the red leaves locked in pain, the man's lewd look made him feel even more disgusted.

More importantly, when Chen Ning was about to draw his sword.

only to find that it was not the black sword that trembled at his call, but the white sword in the gentleman's sword.

The black sword slashes the evil, and the white sword guards the good.

In other words, in the judgment of the Junzi Sword, the red leaf who is a female ghost is not only not the evil that should be killed, but the goodness that the Junzi Sword wants to protect!

Haoran righteousness swirled up, and the white Junzi Sword was condensed in Chen Ning's hand.

At the moment when the Gentleman's Sword appeared, a memory also poured into his mind.

......

In a remote town, there was once a beautiful girl.

The girl's name is Momiji, and she is as beautiful and agile as the autumn maple leaves.

When the girl was sixteen years old, the matchmaker had already broken through the threshold, but without exception was rejected by the girl.

Because, she already has a love interest.

The man was a down-and-out scholar with patches on his shirt and trousers, and sometimes he didn't even eat at all.

But for the girl, the scholar's bookish spirit of serving the king and the country, and the inspiring words pointing out the country, are more heartwarming than anything else.

The two often sit under the maple tree in autumn, watching the fiery red maple leaves flying in the sky, and feeling the autumn breeze blowing.

Days like this are beautiful, but they're just as short.

Finally one day, the scholar was admitted to Xiucai, saved enough silver taels, and decided to enter Beijing to take the exam.

Before leaving, the scholar promised that he would come back immediately after the exam and accompany her to see the autumn maple leaves of the year.

The girl believed, and from then on she sat under the tree and waited year after year.

Flowers bloom and fall, winter goes and spring comes again.

In the past three years, the girl did not receive any news from the scholar, but was forced to marry again and again by the gentry in the town.

The gossip in the town and the cynicism of the villagers pierced the girl's heart again and again.

Even made her wonder if the scholar had become a high school champion and forgot her previous agreement.

But she still waited firmly, and finally received a letter signed by the scholar on that night when the leaves were falling.

The text on the letter was that the scholar told her that she had married a wife and had children, and asked her to stop all thoughts.

But the girl saw the clue.

Even if the words on the letter are in the handwriting of a scholar, the tone in the letter sounds the same as that of a scholar.

This strange feeling made the girl not believe that this letter really came from a scholar.

At that moment, she even sincerely hoped that this letter was really from the hand of a scholar.

Because if the letter is forged by someone else, it means that the scholar is likely to have suffered an unfortunate ......

Sure enough, since then, the scholar has not been heard from again.

The girl also wants to find the lover of her life, but she finds that as a weak woman who is powerless, her strength is so small.

Even, he couldn't even determine whether he was dead or alive.

Accumulated thoughts become diseases, and eventually become knots.

In order to find scholars.

Finally, in their fifth year of separation, the girl put on her long-awaited wedding dress and threw herself into the deep well under the promised maple tree.

She turned into a ghost as she wished, and it was at that moment that the girl knew everything.

It turned out that the scholar did not abandon her, nor did he forget the agreement.

But he was killed as early as the first year when he entered Beijing to catch the exam.

The gentry in the town had already taken a fancy to the girl's beauty, and they became angry after being rejected in every way.

So, taking advantage of the opportunity for the scholar to rush out of the city, he sent someone to strangle him.

Because he was afraid of revenge from the unjust spirits, the gentry even suppressed the scholar's corpse under the ghost suppression talisman array in his courtyard, so that his soul suffered from whipping.

That day, the girl who learned the truth was full of remorse, and tears fell like rain.

She tried her best to snatch back the scholar's body, but because of all the evil things she had done, she was greedy for life and afraid of death, so she had already asked the master to lay out layers of formations at home.

With the strength of the girl who has just turned into a wronged soul, how can she be able to fight them?

The girl is still the same kind girl she used to be.

Even if she hated the gentry to the bone, her reason was not eaten by the desire to kill, and she degenerated into a ghost.

She left the town, and did not use the body of the unjust soul to do any evil things, but relied on little by little good deeds to accumulate strength, hoping that one day she could take back the corpse of the scholar and save him from suffering.

But the girl was still naïve.

She never thought that Hao Shen still refused to let her go, and even wanted to detain her soul so that she could never escape.

......

And so ends the story.

Chen Ning also finally understood that the goodness guarded by the appearance of the Gentleman's Sword and the White Sword was not the goodness of people, but the goodness of ghosts.

Some ghosts are kinder than people, and some people are more terrible than ghosts.

And the existence of red leaves is a trace of goodness that does not want to be polluted by evil.

In comparison, the gentry who was born as a human being, as well as a few Taoist priests who aided in abuse, are not as good as animals.

Chen Ning drew his sword without hesitation, and the purple qi around his body turned into sharp sword intent.

The two Taoist priests were instantly shocked:

"What are you kid going to do! This is a soul lock, as long as the soul is detained, it is impossible to be cut off!"

"You say that if you keep chopping, you will keep chopping? How can you know if you don't try?

How can you read that poem?

The system listens well, don't tell me that there is no reward for such a handsome verse!" Chen

Ning walked with a sharp gaze.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. "

[Ding, the trip of chivalry, should be cut off.

Congratulations to the host, get the "Poetry and Wine Sword Technique"]

" This is what I am waiting for.

Chen Ning smiled slightly, and the whole person staggered, as if he had entered a half-drunk state.

In front of him, there seemed to be a figure in a white robe with a wine jug hanging from his waist and dancing with his sword drawn.

"Boy, take a good look at my sword!" the

white-robed swordsman looked up to the sky and smiled, drawing his sword from its sheath.

This person will put the injustice of life into the wine.

This person hides his ambition in the poem.

He is a Qinglian monk, and he is also a poet and wine sword immortal!

In the night sky, the sound of swords roared for a long time, as if there were thousands of swords trembling at the same time at this moment.

A green lotus bloomed from under Chen Ning's feet.

This sword, the sword rose like a wave, and the sword fell into the sky!

"Click!"

The two soul locks covered with runes broke at this moment!