Chapter 513: Snow Soul Master

Although it was snowing heavily in the imperial city, it was still bustling.

As night fell, red lanterns were lit on both sides of the street, and the restaurants and brothels were clustered together, making the sight dazzling.

"Uncle, come and play~~~"

A graceful woman was leaning against the railing, waving a handkerchief at Ning Daoran.

Ning Daoran took a glance.

“Ahhh~~~”

The big stupid deer was startled, thinking, is the elder brother going to take him to visit the brothel? He was extremely excited, and still didn't know what was going on in the brothel.

“Ahem…”

Ning Daoran sent a voice message: "Old Deer, we are all great cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage after all, we cannot lose face... Just look at these mediocre fans, don't think too much about it!"

“Ah~~”

The big stupid deer wagged its tail to indicate that what the eldest brother said was absolutely right.

After walking for a long time, we left the busy road with restaurants and brothels and saw a tavern on the roadside ahead. Compared with those restaurants with six or seven floors, it was a little simpler, with drafty walls and a few tables. Fortunately, the fire was burning brightly, so we could enjoy the beautiful scenery while drinking.

Ning Daoran sat down with the big stupid deer.

"Waiter, five pounds of beef, a pot of stew, and ten pounds of good wine!"

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!"

The waiter came back soon, saying that the beef was very thick and the stew was very fragrant, and it was still cooking on the stove. In this cold weather, a hot dish accompanied by good wine was really perfect.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu ate with relish. For some reason, being in a foreign country, the food seemed so delicious.

While eating and drinking, Ning Daoran glanced.

Not far away, a drunk woman in a gray robe was slumped over the table, snoring loudly.

"snort……"

Ning Daoran smiled indifferently and ignored him.

But soon after, he suddenly felt a sense of falling in his soul, as if someone was trying to drag his soul into the abyss.

Ning Daoran wanted to resist at first, but he soon gave up his worries. With Lao Lu by his side, no one could touch him. And the opponent's soul technique seemed to be some kind of dream technique. He wanted to see it for himself! "Shua!"

His soul fell rapidly and landed in a vast sea of ​​snow.

Ning Daoran stood up slowly, finding it difficult to tell whether this was the real world.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry."

A woman walked out of the snow. She was wearing a grey robe and had a pretty face. She exuded a very strong aura of the early Nascent Soul stage. She held a long sword in her hand and said with a smile, "This is the scene in my dream. I don't know who you are and why you came to the capital of my Sangyu country?"

"Is it your business?"

Ning Daoran looked indifferent.

"In that case, I won't be polite!"

The woman drew her sword and attacked immediately!

Ning Daoran took out the Big Green Dragon, his whole body filled with dragon magic power, and he was not at all inferior.

When in Fengxue Tower, Ning Daoran had heard Bai Ying say that the water in the capital was very deep. There was a Yuanying in the Wu Temple who was good at the art of "killing people in dreams". If the soul was drawn into the dream by the other party and killed by the other party, then it might be really killed! If nothing unexpected happened, this woman was the Yuanying who was good at killing people in dreams!

…

In a moment, the Great Blue Dragon raised his spear horizontally, and violent lightning flashed everywhere! "Ah?"

The woman screamed, and her slender waist was split in two.

The so-called killing in a dream not only fails to kill the person, but you are killed instead.

"call……"

Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief. He had fallen asleep on the shore not long ago and was slowly waking up at this moment. He knew very well what had happened. As soon as he entered the capital, he was targeted by a Yuanying cultivator. It seemed that Sangyu Country was indeed home to many hidden talents.

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer was still eating meat. He glared at Ning Daoran and shouted, asking why his brother's alcohol tolerance was so poor today.

“…”

Ning Daoran rolled his eyes, he was indeed a stupid deer.

"Daoyou."

Ning Daoran slowly stood up, walked to the wine table nearby, sat down in front of the woman, and said with a smile: "How is Ning's shooting skills?"

The woman raised her head slowly, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief: "Who exactly are you, fellow Daoist? In my Sangyu country, there is no Yuanying early stage as powerful as you..."

"Don't ask me who I am."

Ning Daoran frowned, "You dragged my soul into my dream without any reason, and even tried to kill me. With such a big grudge, it would be reasonable for Ning to kill you right here, right?"

"you……"

The Yuanying woman was extremely nervous.

"But fellow Daoist, don't worry."

Ning Daoran smiled faintly and said, "I am just a traveler from afar. I came to the capital of Sangyu Kingdom only to seek an opportunity. A sudden murder in the capital will inevitably lead to a lot of trouble. Ning is not interested in that."

"Then... what do you want, fellow Taoist?" The woman looked nervous.

"Please take out a treasure and redeem your life."

"You..." The woman was speechless.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly: "I would like to advise you, fellow Taoist, don't take any chances. It only takes a moment for me to kill you."

"in this way……"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "I am the True Lord Xuehun, the guardian of the Martial Temple of Sangyu Country. Are you sure you must do this?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"That's all!"

The woman raised her hand slightly, and something flew out of the storage bag. It turned out to be a green mirror, emitting the aura of a low-grade spiritual treasure.

"This treasure is called Qingmu Treasure Mirror. It is a wood-attributed treasure and is extremely useful in defending against enemies."

True Lord Snow Soul frowned slightly and said, "This treasure should be able to redeem my life, right?"

Ning Daoran's eyes were cold: "You are a dignified Martial Temple priest, is your life worth only a low-grade spiritual treasure? Isn't it too cheap?"

"you……"

True Lord Xuehun wanted to argue, but it seemed that he had no way to argue.

The other party was right. From this perspective, my life was indeed cheap.

A ray of light flew out from between her eyebrows, and it turned out to be a snow-white dagger. It looked extremely delicate and lustrous, and the hilt was carved from precious jade. The whole sword exuded the aura of a low-grade spiritual treasure.

Ning Daoran couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, he is indeed a Beijing official, he is rich! "This is the Snow Soul Sword."

True Lord Xuehun frowned and said, "This is my life-giving possession. If you want it, you can take it away."

"Thank you!"

Ning Daoran raised his hand and put the Qingmu Treasure Mirror and the Snow Soul Sword into the storage bag. They had already taken them out, so wouldn't it be impolite not to accept them? This wouldn't be okay!

"Fellow Daoist, can I leave now?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Fellow Daoist, please do as you please."

True Lord Snow Soul floated away.

After passing a few streets, she stomped hard on the snow, her eyes filled with resentment. She had originally wanted to fish with the magic of dreams, but who would have thought that she would be robbed by the fish? Who could she complain to? !

"I'm so angry!"

She stomped her feet lightly and turned into a stream of light and headed straight for the Martial Temple.

…

Late at night, the capital city was silent except for the rustling sound of falling snow.

In the Wu Temple, red lanterns are connected together and intertwined with each other.

"Aunt, why are you doing this in the middle of the night?"

A woman walked out of the martial arts temple. She was wearing a set of soft armor that fitted her perfectly. Her chest was heaving, and her legs were round and white. She looked a little helpless. "I'm practicing martial arts."

"You can practice this skill anytime. Something big is about to happen in the capital."

The one who spoke was the cloaked True Lord Snow Soul, who said, "Not long ago, I encountered a man in the city, in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. He actually beat me to death in a dream, and then threatened me with my life and took away the Qingmu Treasure Mirror and the Snow Soul Sword!"

"What?"

The young woman was startled: "The Snow Soul Sword is my aunt's life object, how could it be taken away by someone?"

"I can't explain this clearly."

True Lord Snow Soul frowned and said, "Anyway, bring your weapons and go with me to meet him. If we work together, we should be able to subdue this man, right?"

"Whatever!"

The young woman turned around and took out a spear from the room, saying, "Someone actually bullied my aunt Lin Guo. This is unacceptable. No matter who this person is, she must know which direction the gate of the Martial Temple opens!"

But at this moment, footsteps were heard in the snow.

A figure walked over in the snow, with one hand behind his back, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, Lin Wuxian, which direction does the gate of this martial arts temple open to?"

"you……"

Lin Guo stared at the man in the snow with cold eyes.

It seems a little familiar, but not quite.

Wasn't that person in the late Jindan stage? How come he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage? For a moment, Lin Guo seemed to be moved.

"Fellow Daoist Ning?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran walked out of the snow curtain, grinned and said: "Ning has met Lin Wuxian. I came here today to fulfill the appointment with Lin Wuxian in Bailong River that year. Eh..."

His eyes fell on True Lord Xuehun, and he was stunned: "This Taoist friend is here too, what's your name..."

He scratched his head, realizing that he had actually forgotten the other person's name.

"you!"

True Lord Xuehun was almost furious. He had robbed him of so many treasures, but he didn't even remember his name correctly. How bad was his memory? "Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Lin Guo narrowed his eyes and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist. After we parted at Bailong River, I didn't expect that you have already condensed your infant and achieved the Great Dao!"

“It was just a fluke.”

Ning Daoran said, "I wonder if the agreement between Lin Wuxian and Ning is still valid?"

"That's natural."

Lin Guo said: "But... the person who took away my aunt's treasure, was it Brother Ning?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran said, "When I was drinking in the shop, this Taoist friend felt sorry for a foreign cultivator like me and gave me two magical treasures. How come even Lin Wuxian knew about this?"

"!!!"

The corner of Lin Guo's mouth twitched. It looked like this guy didn't want to vomit today.

"Lin Guo."

True Lord Xuehun said in a voice transmission: "Why not just attack and kill this beast!"

“No…”

Lin Guo frowned and said in a voice transmission: "This man was able to fight me for a hundred moves when he was in the late Jindan stage. Now that he has already condensed into an infant, his background is unfathomable. There is no need for us to make an enemy of him. Two spiritual treasures are two spiritual treasures. After this matter... I will enter the abyss once more and help my aunt find a life object!"

True Lord Xuehun gritted his teeth and had no choice but to accept it.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Lin Guo held up his spear and said, "There is a Kunwu Dojo in the back of the Martial Temple. It is a great place for a decisive battle, and no one will disturb us. How about we have a fight in the Kunwu Dojo?"

"good!"

Ning Daoran was holding the Big Blue Dragon and was full of confidence at this time.

(End of this chapter)