"It's you! What do you...what do you want to do?" Qin'er stared at Wangchuan's rear with a nervous look and fear.

An old Taoist Yin Xue Huahua appeared in the hole in the south wall. The old Taoist priest drank a sip of wine with a wine gourd in his arms, smashed his mouth, burped it, then spread his legs and crawled in.

"Little fox, we meet again." The old Taoist Chunshan smiled and walked to Wangchuan, as if he had discovered a magical thing. He held the wine gourd in his arms and bent over Wangchuan and turned around him twice, threw a playful look at him, and then looked up and said to Qin'er: "Is it that scary, old Taoist? Look, you are scared. Don't be nervous, old Taoist, I'm just passing by here."

"Master, please stop her from harming people quickly." Wangchuan tried his best to force the thoughts in his heart to his throat and said it.

The old Taoist looked at Wangchuan with a sneer, "You kid, I am not a relative of you, why should I help you?"

"Human life is at stake, Taoist Master, how can you let go without silence when you practice and respond to Taoism?" Thinking of his rude behavior to the old Taoist that day, Wangchuan couldn't help but lower his posture.

"Well, it makes some sense. But if the old Taoist saves him, wouldn't it cause the one who is lying on the bed lose his life. Save one and kill one, wouldn't I be involved in cause and effect in vain? This deal is not cost-effective?"

The old Taoist squatted beside Wangchuan calmly, hugged the wine gourd and drank another sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Although the old Taoist is old and incompetent, he still has a good memory. When I asked you to invite the old Taoist to have a drink, how did you treat me? You want me to save people to help you, but have you ever respected the old Taoist at all? In my opinion, you are hypocritical and cunning, and you are not a good bird."

Wangchuan's face was so ashamed that he was hot, "Master, the boy was rude that day. After the matter was done, the boy would definitely apologize. But now life is at stake. Please give up your past grudges and take action to save people."

"Well, you still have self-knowledge." The old Taoist was very satisfied with Wangchuan's attitude. "It is not difficult to save people, but it is really difficult for him to save one person and kill another person."

He paused, and if he looked at Qin'er meaningfully, he pointed his hand at the man whose essence was extracted and said, "If you want to save him, then the person lying on the bed will not have the yang energy to prolong his life. Little fox, you must fight the old Taoist hard, but you can't beat the old Taoist, and the final result is that you are shot dead on the spot by the old Taoist."

Qin'er looked at the old Taoist in fear, and the vigilance in her eyes never relaxed. At this time, Wangchuan's voice came again, "No, no, Taoist priest, Qin'er's original intention of harming people is to save people, and I hope the Taoist priest will not hurt her."

"You kid are really troublesome. Since you want the old Taoist to save people and not let the old Taoist hurt the little fox, what's the reason?" The old Taoist said a few complaints, and then said to the little fox: "Little fox, do you have nothing to say? If you kill this kid, you will have nothing to do."

"The Taoist priest is joking, how could you be able to attack Brother Wangchuan?" Qin'er knew very well that if the old Taoist didn't care about Wangchuan's life and death, he would not have blocked that night. Now the one who shouted to fight and kill Wangchuan was just pretending. The old Taoist priest's cultivation was too strong, and Qin'er dared not do anything wrong. However, she was very interested in what the old Taoist would do next. As long as the old Taoist priest did not stop him from saving people, everything would be easy to discuss, otherwise she would have to fight to the death.

"What if I want to kill him now?" The old Taoist looked at Qin'er playfully.

"The Taoist priest is an alien, so how could he attack the younger generation? If the senior insists on taking action, the younger generation will not dare to stop him." It is said that appearance is born from the heart, and the old Taoist priest is born with kind eyes, and there is no evil person at all. He is clearly joking, how could Qin'er's seven orifices beauties not knowing it?

"Haha!" The old Taoist priest laughed and stroked his half-shaved and white beard. "You little fox, you have followed the Three Niangs of Fox, and have a delicate heart. It's just that you haven't experienced the world. It's just carved from the same mold as the Three Niang of Fox back then."

Qin'er's face was green and surprised expression, and then she returned to normal. With the cultivation level of the old Taoist priest, why do you have to work hard to know his origin? Just count your fingers and you will know the truth. From the old Taoist priest's words, he and Sanniang Hu were old acquaintances and might be old friends with good relationships. Therefore, Qin'er's originally tense strings relaxed.

"Senior," Qin'er wanted to say something, but the old Taoist priest waved his hand. He turned around and squatted in front of Wangchuan and said, "Boy, you and this girl have set a problem for the old Taoist. No matter who the old Taoist helps, they will hurt the other person. According to my opinion, you are a man at least, and you have to give in to the other girl no matter what you say. Why don't you just go to the gate of hell? How about it?"

"As long as you can save people, you can do it." Wangchuan said.

The old Taoist priest stared at Wangchuan for a few glances, and did not see any dodging in his clear eyes. He nodded with satisfaction, so he raised his hand and grabbed it out of thin air without any haste. The man was still flew behind the old Taoist with energy extracted by Qin'er, and slowly fell down on the south wall.

"Master, you!" Qin'er stood up anxiously, trying to steal people, but the old Taoist pointed his sword in the direction where Qin'er was. A rotation of Tai Chi diagram appeared under Qin'er. A black and white force floated out of the Tai Chi diagram, imprisoning Qin'er inside and unable to move.

The old Taoist tweaked his fingers to the bed, and a purple light flew towards the bed curtain. The quilt originally covered the man slid to the side, and the purple light flew into the man's eyebrows. Suddenly, the man's face showed a painful expression. His body slowly floated in the air. The old Taoist blew out two purple lights and flew into the man's body. His body suddenly had a purple light. He saw a gray shadow attached to his body, but the shadow looked exactly the same as the man.

Two green lights shot out from Qin'er's eyes, and her furry claws kept attacking the direction of the old Taoist, but no matter how she struggled, she could not break through the limitations of the Tai Chi diagram. She could only widen her green vertical pupils and watch the old Taoist priest do whatever she wanted to do to the people on the bed. Her eyes were so anxious that she felt sour, and tears kept falling like a broken pearl necklace.

The old Taoist priest glanced at Qin'er, then reached out and grabbed Wangchuan. He saw that Wangchuan's body tightened and his whole body flew up. A red air flowed out of his body and condensed in the air. Seeing this, the old Taoist priest saw that the red air flow split into two in a blink of an eye, flying to the two men at the base of the south wall and above the bed.

After the red air flow entered the man at the base of the south wall, the man's originally waxy face returned to blood, his breathing was even and smooth, as if he was asleep, and he made two snoring sounds from time to time. The man floating above the bed, the gray-white shadow became more solid at this moment, and there was a faint soft yellow light in the gray-white light.

The old Taoist priest held his stance and drank a sip of wine in his arms. He did not swallow the wine, but spit it at the man above the bed. The clear wine was like spring rain moistening the objects, and the man's grayish white shadow gradually turned yellow, but the light was very weak, like a candle in the wind and a duckweed in the water, extremely weak.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow shadow merged into the man's body and slowly landed on the bed. The old Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction and reached out to his hand. The Tai Chi diagram that had originally imprisoned Qin'er's land disappeared without a trace. She rushed to the bed and looked at the man carefully.

After Wangchuan's yang energy was pulled by the old Taoist priest, his body became very weak, and his eyelids were fighting, but he kept forcing himself to fall asleep. The old Taoist priest's casting spells dazzled him, no, to be more precise, he was fascinated. He thought that if he had the cultivation of the old Taoist priest, Xuezhi would not die in vain, and even his dead parents could be saved. Who could stop him?

Alas, it’s a pity that God’s destiny is hard to violate, and everything is too late. He does not have the lofty ideal of killing demons and eliminating evil and promoting good. He just wants to protect his relatives within his ability and help those in need. A person who has experienced a tragedy and has been immersed in sadness for a long time, when he takes the initiative to get out of the gloom, all the pain from the outside cannot destroy him, and he will become stronger.

Wangchuan was not that strong at this time, but some changes had long been seen in his heart. He thought that God had saved his life and he should do something for the world. However, when people are fragile in the face of powerful power, they will eventually be powerless. He has never had a fierce desire for power as he is now. Even when he saw his parents and Xue Zhi tragically die, he did not have such a strong desire. He even rejected the kind help of Lu Qi, Sai Xi Shi and Ling'er, otherwise he would not be as weak as he is now.

Until he witnessed all this by the old Taoist priest, this idea was like a seed planting into his heart and sprouting quickly.

The old Taoist saw Wangchuan's changes and the hot light in his eyes. An undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he squatted down and said to Wangchuan, "Stupid brat, remember you owe me a drink."

Wangchuan nodded vigorously, and the old Taoist priest rubbed his hands deep into his arms. Then a black thing that looked like a pill appeared, which emitted a vicious smell, "Hey, eat it."

What? Let me eat this thing? He looked up at the dirty look of the old Taoist, especially the black mud under his neck, and couldn't help feeling disgusted. This old Taoist is really revenge. It's really hateful that he actually let me eat the mud on his body.

But Wangchuan thought that he wanted to ask for the old Taoist priest Yu, so he reached out to take the black mud ball, and a foul stinking immediately penetrated into his nose. He immediately felt disgusted, but when he thought of the old Taoist priest's serious expression, he put the black mud ball into his mouth and swallowed it with saliva.

It was strange to say that after the disgusting mud ball entered his abdomen, he felt a gentle true energy flowing continuously into his body. His originally weak body gradually recovered a little strength. He felt a numbness and itchy feeling in the wounds on his body. Not long after, he felt that his body seemed to have returned to its former appearance. He stood up in disbelief and moved his body for a while. The joints in his body made a "kick" sound, and the wounds healed.

He is so masterful! Even the black mud on his body can cure diseases, flesh and bones, which is simply amazing! He felt a sense of admiration in his heart, and his words and deeds are even more respectful.

"Thank you, Master!" Wangchuan bowed and bowed.

The old Taoist priest waved his hands indifferently and played with the wine gourd. Qin'er turned around and kowtowed, "Thank you for your help!"

"Little fox, there is no need to say anything polite." The old Taoist priest stopped the wine gourd and looked at Qin'er and continued, "I can only temporarily protect him from his life for two days. Little fox, if you are destined to be like this, why do you have to force it? It's too deep obsession."

"Senior, is there really nothing I can do?" Qin'er asked anxiously when she heard this.

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "I know what you are thinking. Even if you give him the inner alchemy, he will still not live for seven days."

"Why, can't our fox clan's golden elixir life-extending method save him?"

"Although the Fox Clan's Golden Pills' life-extension method is a sect, and there is no sect in the world that can be compared with it, his life has been cut off. If you hadn't used the forced yang energy of others to prolong your life during this period, his soul would have been hooked by the messenger of the Soul-Gathering Division. At this moment, if you gave him the inner elixir, not only would your three hundred years of Taoism be destroyed, but his body could not bear the inner elixir demon power condensed by your three hundred years of cultivation. The laws of heaven have a certain number. Since you forcibly abducted people to suck yang energy to prolong your life, you and him have been infected with cause and effect, and the variables given by the Heavenly Dao have been completely cut off. The underworld will not recognize his existence unless you can modify the Life and Death Book and let him jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements." The old Taoist priest sighed and said.

It is simply a dream to modify the book of life and death and become enemies with the entire underworld. All hopes were broken, Qin'er sat on the ground like a deflated ball, and said blamingly: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't ruin his chances!"

Wangchuan listened carefully, and he thought to himself, are there really gods in this world? If there are gods, why not come to the mortal world to save the suffering? If there are no gods, where will the Soul-Gathering Division come from? Could it be that the legends are all true?

"It's not your fault. If you want to blame this, blame this brat. He is looking for death all day long and meddling in other people's business." The old Taoist suddenly turned his head and looked at Wangchuan next to him, glaring at him, and said unhappily: "It's not that old Taoist, I'll tell you, you kid doesn't have any porcelain work without a diamond drill. If you arrived in Hongnong City earlier, how could so many things come? I've never seen someone as unclear as you. Sometimes I feel sorry for you in the world, and sometimes you owe everyone in the world again. Hi, I'm puzzled. Who do you think you are? You really think you are a person."

Wangchuan was confused by the old Taoist priest's sudden scolding. He didn't understand what this matter had to do with him. But in the face of the old Taoist's scolding, he did not dare to have an attack, so he could only complain a few words in his heart.

Qin'er looked up at Wangchuan, as if she understood everything, so she bowed three times to the old Taoist priest, got up and returned to the bed, covered the quilt on the man, and the old Taoist priest was drinking.

The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet, and Wangchuan felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling in his heart. What did this have to do with me? Could it be that I did something wrong, which made the man in the bed lose a glimmer of hope? What was going on? He was a little crazy and couldn't figure it out, so he had to look at the old Taoist priest for answers.

"Cough cough..." Wangchuan coughed twice as he pretended to be relaxed, "Senior, what's going on?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at Wangchuan and then said, "You ask the little fox."

"Qin...Qin'er." Wangchuan felt a little worried, and he felt more and more that all this was his fault.

Qin'er sighed, turned to Wangchuan and said, "Brother Wangchuan, all this is his life and has nothing to do with you."

"But from your words, why do I feel that all this happening has something to do with me? Why did you appear in Hongnong City, and why did you bother yourself to get into cause and effect to save a mortal? Also, why did you come to me? Who is this Fox Sanniang? Are there really gods in the world?" Wangchuan seemed to have countless questions, and he threw them out in a brain.

Qin'er looked outside the house. At this moment, the sky was already showing white fish belly. She stood up and said, "Senior, Brother Wangchuan, you can sit down for a while. It's not too early. I guess everyone is hungry all night. There are still some wine and food at home, so let's talk while eating."

After a while, Qin'er served some wine and food, and three people gathered at the table. The old Taoist priest did not care about his identity as an expert. He ate old wine while holding a plate of roast chicken without caring about greasiness. Wangchuan did not move his chopsticks, and he had too many questions in his heart waiting for Qin'er to answer.

Qin'er glanced at the old Taoist, saw that the old Taoist nodded slightly, and then said, "My name is Hu Qin'er. I was originally practicing in the demon world. Although there is no place where humans live in the demon world are so beautiful and rich, it is still Ning He. Five years ago, a group of uninvited guests suddenly broke into the demon world and harmed our demon clans and others to seize the inner elixirs. For this reason, all the tribes in our demon world joined forces to expel the evil cultivators. Although we finally successfully expelled these evil cultivators, the demon clan's vitality was greatly damaged."

"The demon race is not like humans. Although the body is very strong and has a super-sensory perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and can absorb spiritual energy for its own use, our understanding of the laws of heaven and earth is far less than that of humans. The demon world we live in is very thin, and naturally it cannot breed a large number of treasures of heaven and earth to help the demon race practice. Moreover, we have to face more cruel laws between heaven and earth. Every time we break through a realm, we will suffer from thunder tribulation."

"Tianyan is forty-nine, and people escape from it. After all, the way of heaven still prefers humans. Humans are naturally intelligent, able to create various methods of cultivation, and can also use magic tools and elixirs to improve their cultivation. Our demon clan can only rely on blood inheritance and a little memory passed down by our ancestors to understand the way of heaven's practice."

"Senior, you have a profound Taoist Dharma. You must know that before humans were born, the world was dominated by the demon clan. At that time, the demon clan did not lack advanced Taoist practice methods. However, as time passed, the demon clan had long lost its former glory. It was not until more than a thousand years ago that we saw a new dawn. The demon world welcomed a new king, whose Taoist Dharma was open to the sky and his bloodline was extremely powerful. Under his leadership, our demon clan became increasingly powerful, but the good times did not last long. The demon king suddenly disappeared for some reason, and his body of Taoist Dharma had never been passed down."

"Qin'er, how did you learn about these things from a thousand years ago? Could you say you..." Wangchuan was surprised. According to Qin'er, she lived at least a thousand years old, but she is only in her early twenties, which is very different from the age calculation method between the demons and humans mentioned earlier.

"Brother Wangchuan, Qin'er is not as big as you imagined. Qin'er has only been practicing for more than 500 years, but her bloodline is a bit special and can be transformed into human form in advance. According to your human beings, Qin'er is still in her 28 years." Qin'er smiled.

"Oh." Wangchuan nodded, but then he thought, according to Xingli, the age of the demon clan is equal to one year of human beings, so Qin'er should be in his fifties. How could it be in his 28 years old? Wangchuan asked curiously, "Qin'er, what exactly did your demon clan count the age?"

"Bang!" The old Taoist slapped Wangchuan on the head and said jokingly: "Boy, you ask the girl what her age is! Does it have anything to do with you?"

Wangchuan covered his head and muttered a few words. Qin'er didn't care and said with a smile: "Our demon clan age count is different depending on the blood level. Ordinary fox tribes have short lives and can only live for up to three or five hundred years. A nine-tailed heavenly fox like Qin'er is just a blink of an eye."

Wangchuan seemed to have some realization, "Qin'er, continue talking."

"Since the Demon King left, turmoil has begun to occur in the demon world, and there are endless struggles between the various races. In order to improve their cultivation, those evil human cultivators often break into the demon world. Over the past few hundred years, the demon race has been in a slump and is gradually declining. I have witnessed that tragedy with my own eyes. Too many demon races have been displaced and died in tragedy."

"Sixteen years ago, I suddenly felt the aura of the demon king. I wanted to leave the demon king and search for the demon king and let the demon king come back to re-pal the demon king. However, leaving the demon king without authorization and breaking into the human world is forbidden and will be severely punished. Until two years ago, the aura of the demon king suddenly became weak, and Qin'er felt very uneasy. If an unexpected incident happened to the demon king, the entire demon king would collapse. What should I do if there were another evil cultivator intrusion? So Qin'er couldn't care about that much and secretly left the demon king."
Chapter completed!