In order to eat, I signed a contract with the system

Chapter 678: Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio - Fairy 50

It is natural to be surprised to meet an old friend. Since he is an old friend, Yan Chixia naturally does not need to be alert. He puts down the sword in his hand and enters the hall.

"Master Yan, this is the Taoist Zhiqiu Yiye from Kunlun."

"Zhiqiu Yiye, this is Taoist Master Yan Chixia, the 'number one swordsman in the world'!" Ruyi made a brief introduction to the two. With Ruyi's introduction, Zhiqiu Yiye and Yan Chixia officially got to know each other.

"Are you the Taoist priest Yan Chixia?" Zhiqiu Yiye was extremely excited and warmly invited Yan Chixia to sit over.

Zhiqiu Yiye had heard about Yan Chixia's deeds since he was a child. Later, after he came down the mountain, he heard of Yan Chixia's title of "The World's No. 1 Swordsman". He admired Yan Chixia, this powerful senior, even more. "Hello, hello, my name is Zhiqiu Yiye, I have always admired you!"

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, you are too polite. I am just a cultivator and do not deserve your kindness." Although Yan Chixia said politely, he was actually quite pleased in his heart.

So one praised enthusiastically and the other was truly pleased, and soon Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye started chatting with each other as if they had met too late. As the day was getting light, Ruyi really couldn't bear it any longer.

She ignored the conversation between the two Taoists. She had been traveling for several days. If she didn't rest, she would die suddenly even if she was a cultivator. Now she was going to sleep.

When Ruyi came out again after a good rest, Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye had become good friends. Yan Chixia not only agreed to teach Zhiqiu Yiye how to practice, but also knew clearly that the two were wanted.

Seeing Ruyi coming out, Zhiqiu Yiye invited Ruyi to come over for dinner while continuing to discuss with Yan Chixia. Ruyi looked at Zhiqiu Yiye's face and found that his eyes were bloodshot. She asked curiously, "Zhiqiu Yiye, you haven't slept for a few days. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm not tired. I want to chat with Taoist Yan for a while longer." Yan Chixia was extremely excited at the moment and was completely unaware that there was something wrong with his current condition.

Yan Chixia, who was standing by, realized the problem after hearing Ruyi's question and immediately advised: "Daoyou, since you will live here in the future, we have a long time to come, why don't you go and rest after dinner, I will also go to meditate."

"Ah, Master Yan, are you going to meditate? Well then, I'll discuss Taoism with you tomorrow!" Zhiqiu Yiye's tone was full of regret and reluctance. It seemed that if Yan Chixia hadn't used meditation as an excuse to end their conversation, he would still want to continue chatting.

After much difficulty in persuading Zhiqiu Yiye to take a rest, Ruyi and Yan Chixia, two old acquaintances, finally had time to talk in detail about their respective situations during the time of separation.

Zhiqiu Yiye had already told Yan Chixia most of Ruyi's experiences over the years, but there were some things Yan Chixia still wanted to know more from Ruyi. Coincidentally, Ruyi also had some important things she wanted to tell Yan Chixia.

"Miss Song, Taoist Zhiqiu Yiye told me earlier that he and you are both wanted evil demons. He said that you are related to the imperial master in the capital. He also said that the current imperial master is not the real one, but a monster. What is going on?"

Zhiqiu Yiye was too excited, and he talked about things one after another. Yan Chixia wanted to know more details and didn't know how to interrupt Zhiqiu Yiye. He had to remember the scattered information in his mind and ask Zhiqiu Yiye when he was more sober or when Ruyi woke up.

"This is what happened."

"Zhiqiu Yiye and I learned that there was a monster around the emperor, killing loyal officials and harming the people. In order to find out the situation and deal with the monster, we rushed to the capital..."

"Later, we fought a battle with the big monster that stayed in Huangjue Temple, but he escaped. Not long after, Zhiqiu Yiye and I were charged with the crime of killing the monks of Huangjue Temple and were wanted by the emperor as evil monsters..."

"Considering that the power behind the national teacher is too deep and the people have been deceived by him, in order to avoid being caught, we had no choice but to leave the capital and return here."

Yan Chixia's expression became very solemn after listening to Ruyi's story. He felt as if his chest was blocked by a big rock. He took several deep breaths and exhaled them slowly. After finally feeling calm, he continued to ask, "Miss Song, do you know what happened to that monster?"

Yan Chixia always felt that Ruyi knew something, and Ruyi did not hide it, and directly told Yan Chixia what he knew: "The monster is a giant centipede that has lived for more than 8,000 years. It wants to get rid of its monster body and become an immortal, so it targets the dragon of luck. However, the luck of the dynasty is not something that monsters and evil spirits can easily approach and absorb."

"So the big centipede planned to weaken the dynasty's luck as much as possible, and then use the identity of a country's national teacher to connect with the dynasty's luck, and use this identity to absorb the dynasty's luck."

"All the monks and samaneras in the Huangjue Temple are centipede monsters. Even many officials of the imperial court have been killed, skinned, and replaced by his descendants!"

“How could it be?!” Yan Chixia didn’t disbelieve Ruyi, he just thought it was too horrifying.

"Otherwise, why would I want to kill everyone in Huangjue Temple?"

"What, Miss Song, did you really kill everyone in Huangjue Temple?" Yan Chixia thought that the charges on the wanted warrant were false accusations, but she didn't expect them to be true.

Ruyi had no reason to deny this. It didn't matter if she killed them. She killed monsters anyway. "I killed monsters, not humans!"

"No, no, Miss Song, you misunderstood. I'm not doubting you, I'm just shocked. How did you kill so many monsters?"

It's not that Yan Chixia looked down on Ruyi. In Yan Chixia's memory, Ruyi eight years ago was just a cultivator with similar strength to Zhiqiu Yiye. Even if he made rapid progress in the past six months, he couldn't kill all the monsters in Huangjue Temple by himself. You know, even Yan Chixia himself couldn't guarantee that he could kill several thousand-year-old centipede monsters and thousands of hundred-year-old monsters by himself.

Ruyi did not answer, but smiled mysteriously at Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia knew that he could not get anything out of her when he saw Ruyi's smile. "Well, since Miss Song is unwilling to speak clearly, I will not say anything more."

Everyone has their own destiny. It seems that Miss Song must have had some opportunity in the past few years. Yan Chixia calculated carefully and found that if what Ruyi said was true, it meant that their righteous path had gained another powerful figure.

Thinking of this, Yan Chixia suddenly understood. No matter why she became so powerful, the more powerful Miss Song was, didn't it mean that she would be more confident in dealing with the giant centipede in the capital?

Just like that, Ruyi and Zhiqiu Yiye officially settled down in Lanruo Temple. They practiced diligently with Yan Chixia, regardless of wind or rain, spring or winter. They practiced hard day after day until one day another "old friend" returned to Yinshan.