Ren Qi walked through the layers of wind and snow that sounded like the howling and wailing of hundreds of when he had raided other people's homes in the past, he had never heard such shrill cries. At this time, Ren Qi clearly saw that the road split into two sides in front of him. Although he was very sure, there was only one road sign with three big words "Tongtianjing" written on it. However, in a trance, the road sign was split into two halves, distorted and blurred. Although he reacted in time to avoid it, Shen Zhenghai had obviously expected this and knew that those people could not take down Ren Qi, so he exchanged his life for his own. He almost stuffed his whole body with stuff and even put a small amount of gunpowder in it, hoping to instantly surround Ren Qi with poison powder. Ren Qi knew that he was deeply poisoned and would not be able to recover for a while, so he felt a lot more at ease. If you can't get better in a short time, it doesn't mean you can't die in a short time either. The poison is of course highly toxic, but that is for ordinary people. For a great master in the realm of synesthesia, the amount is still too small. Ren Qi took something out of his waist pocket as he walked. He remembered that Liu Banxian had given him some pills in bottles and jars. Except for the medicine for wounds, the rest were for oral administration and were stored in bottles.
Ren Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at the bottles one by one. "Shenbao, Longjing Beili Pills, Erge Ling, Duoqing Xiaoyao Powder..." Ren Qi threw these things to the ground one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more hopeless he felt. Finally, he found the last bottle of medicine among the bottles and jars, Jiuzhi Liver Protection Tablets. With a sneer, he poured the entire bottle of liver protection medicine into his mouth, and then grabbed a handful of snow and swallowed it. After swallowing it, Ren Qi continued to move forward. After taking a few steps, he paused, turned around, and put the bottles and jars back into his pocket. After an unknown amount of time, a small temple appeared in front of Ren Qi. He quickened his pace and entered in the wind and snow. As soon as he stepped over the dilapidated threshold, he saw the blazing fire inside, the crackling sound of burning pine branches, the faint smell of pine resin, and the figure of a woman. Ren Qi placed his hand on the sword, his eyes were completely shrouded in darkness, and he fainted. After an unknown amount of time, Ren Qi suddenly opened his eyes. Everything that happened just now was not an illusion. This is a small temple in the mountains. There are fireworks and the woman just now. She was a young woman, wearing a thin single dress, her delicate and curvaceous figure faintly visible underneath. Her face might not be very beautiful, but under the light of the fire it made people feel pity and an inexplicable throbbing desire to get closer. Her coat was probably wet by the wind and snow, and was now hanging aside, baking in the heat. The woman herself was holding an iron pot on the campfire, cooking something, with gurgling sounds coming out of the pot from time to time. Noticing Ren Qi's gaze, the woman turned around. Her front face was more charming than her profile. "You are badly injured." "It's not an injury, it's poisoning."
Ren Qi sat up and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and saw a stain. It should be the turbid substance he vomited out during his coma. "it's the same." The woman said coldly: "Whether it's an injury or poison, I can't save you, so I just moved you aside and watched you." "This is enough." Ren Qi looked her over, "But why did you save me?" "Why save you?" The woman pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "I didn't mean to save you. I just picked up someone." "is it?" Ren Qi's eyes moved to the knife beside the fire. The handle of the knife was wrapped in animal skin and was no longer than an arm's length. It was a narrow, sharp knife. "Are you here to kill me too?" Ren Qi asked coldly. "Are you great?" The woman glanced at Ren Qi and said, "Why else would you feel that a random person wants to kill you? Does that mean that everyone in the world is your enemy and wants to kill you?" After a pause, she thought again: "No, maybe you are the worst person in the world, so you are always worried that someone will come to kill you, and you always want everyone in the world to chase you." "I can indeed be said to be the worst person in the world." Ren Qi took the wine bag and took a sip. "Whether it's fabricated or hearsay, it doesn't matter. I don't care what kind of person I am." "Your injury hasn't healed yet, drinking is harmful." "I was poisoned, not injured." Ren Qi looked at her and handed the wine bag over again, "Would you like some?" "Thank you." The woman took the wine bag, tilted her head back and took a gulp. Her face turned pink from the burning and strength of the wine. After she handed the wine bag back to Ren Qi, she turned around, scooped a bowl of hot meat porridge from the pot and handed it to him. "This bowl of porridge, do you believe that I poisoned you?" She smiled, her eyes like black gemstones, blinking and flashing. "You want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities, why waste precious poison?" Ren Qi didn't bother to be polite with her. He didn't use a spoon either. He just turned the bowl and ate the meat porridge in the bowl. Then he handed the bowl to the woman, motioning her for another bowl. The woman was still in a daze, because she had never seen such a way of eating porridge. There was no need for chopsticks or a spoon, just turning the edge of the bowl and finishing the porridge in a few slurps.
"Are you from the south?" Ren Qi asked. "Can you tell?" "Because this is how people in Yujing eat porridge. Not only porridge, but other porridge is also eaten this way." The woman just found it interesting and handed another bowl to Ren Qi, as if she wanted to see him perform again. "You make it sound like everything except Yujing is in the south." She smiled slightly, "But you are not wrong, I am not from the north either." "What are you doing here? Few people would come here if they didn't want to kill me." "I'm doing this for Xiandu." the woman suddenly said. "Xiandu?" Ren Qi paused for a moment while turning the bowl, then continued turning it. "Shouldn't Xiandu be hidden from the world? Why does it seem like anyone can find it now?" "What's so strange about this?" The woman smiled, "It's like some villages in the mountains. You think they don't exist in the world, but when you enter them sometimes you'll be scared to death, thinking you've entered a ghost village. But in fact, it’s just because you haven’t found the person who can lead you to the village and enter the village.” "So, you are the one who knows where Xiandu is?" Ren Qi suddenly thought of those people who had tried to kill him. In fact, the reason these people were called here was only because Xiandu had predicted that Ren Qi would come, not because they knew that Xiandu was here. It was just as the woman said. The reason why people thought that Xiandu was hidden in the world and even Nangong Baixing didn't know where it was was because the barrier or the gap around it had not been broken. Xiandu was just hidden in the snowy mountains, but it was not isolated from the world like the immortal mountains. Otherwise, how did those Qigong practitioners get to Hong Kong Island and give orders to the Maoshan Great Master? Since someone can get out, naturally someone will know where it is. "Why do you want to go to Xiandu?" Ren Qi looked at her face, and also at her figure beneath her thin clothes, her well-knuckled fingers, and her white instep. The woman didn't care about Ren Qi's intentional or unintentional gaze, and just asked back: "What do you think?" "I don't think you look like a monk, because monks usually make themselves miserable, whether spiritually or materially. They always have a way of distinguishing themselves from ordinary people, making themselves look very dull." "So I look like someone who is addicted to worldly desires?" The woman glanced at him sideways and admitted, "I am indeed not a cultivator. I came to Xunxiandu not to seek immortals or ask for the Way, but to seek revenge." "revenge?" Ren Qi laughed, but there was no sarcasm or ridicule in his laughter. He just suddenly felt amused. "What? Are you here for revenge too?" the woman asked.
"I'm not." Ren Qi shook his head, "I'm not here for revenge, just to kill." "Who did you kill?" the woman asked again. "I don't have any specific people in mind. After entering Xiandu, I will kill everyone I see. I won't let anyone go. Before that, I won't let anyone who tried to stop me from entering Xiandu." "Then you are a murderer, right?" The woman also laughed and suddenly said, "But our goal is the same, to wipe out all the immortals." "Well?" Ren Qi narrowed his eyes, "Is this what you call revenge?" "Yes." The woman took the wine bag and took another gulp of the liquor. Then, regardless of whether Ren Qi liked to listen or not, she just talked about her past. "My name is Zhao Qian, and I'm the daughter of a Maoshan Taoist priest. My father runs a Taoist temple. Being in the south, it is not a very popular temple, but thanks to donations from believers and the fact that he often goes out to perform rituals for people, he does not have to worry about food and drink. He has three wives, there are five of us brothers and sisters, and there are more than a dozen disciples in the Taoist temple. There is always noise and quarrels, but life is just like that and it is not boring. No matter how well people get along with each other, there will inevitably be quarrels and rifts between them. Everything was fine. My father arranged a marriage for me when I was young. I married him to the son of a Taoist priest in another town. I met that boy once when he grew up. He was a little dull, but I wouldn't say he was annoying. I can accept this because, as I said, he is not annoying, just dull. However, one day, two Qi-refining masters came to Xiandu and asked my father for a magical treasure. You said, is it possible that they are not from Xiandu? Are you suddenly feeling guilty and want to stand on their side and defend them? Oh, you are not, you are just curious. Then I understand what you mean. After all, any identity in this world can be pretended, right? But I can tell you with certainty that they are from Xiandu. Because that's how they called themselves, my father also bowed to them. Even when he met officials, he had never been so humble. Only Xiandu, the leader of the Taoist tradition in the world, could make him respect him from the bottom of his heart and in his words and deeds. They came to ask for the magic weapon, but my father disagreed because it was a family heirloom. It was a copper coin sword that had been placed on the altar and no one was allowed to touch it. When my brother was a child, he touched it for fun and was hung up and beaten all night. When he was untied, he couldn't even cry. Of course their father would not give it to them, so they used magic and supernatural powers…” Zhao Qian took the wine bag, swallowed a mouthful of the liquor, and her ears turned red. Needless to say, what happened next was that the immortals wiped out the entire Taoist temple, and then Zhao Qian escaped by luck. But to Ren Qi's surprise, Zhao Qian continued, "Only my father was killed by them, and everyone else was safe and sound and survived. The two Qi Refiners only took away the magic weapon and did not take anything else.
But this is revenge for my father's murder, and our family must avenge it. My brothers and sisters and I drew lots, and one of us would seek revenge on the immortal. Regardless of whether we succeeded or not, the others would forget about the matter and just live a good life, or inherit the Taoist temple, or do other business. Anyway, we would not think about revenge anymore. My youngest brother drew that lot, so I switched with him." "I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid." Ren Qi took the wine jug and took another sip. "Do you think I'm not capable enough to seek revenge in Xiandu?" Zhao Qian glared at him. "Haven't you seen them kill your father with your own eyes? They are not ordinary people from the Xuanmen. Because of this, they don’t need to root out the evil, because they believe that no one will dare to seek revenge on them.” "But I dare to do it!" Zhao Qian said unconvinced. Ren Qi said calmly: "But I say, you can't do it." "You want to try my knife?" "I do not mind." Zhao Qian stood up, held the sharp knife in her hand, and pointed it at Ren Qi. The firelight reflected on the knife, making it even colder. Ren Qi picked up a piece of firewood from the ground and said, "Here." Zhao Qian drew her sword. The next second, her knife had been nailed into the wooden pillar behind her, and the firewood in Ren Qi's hand was against Zhao Qian's snow-white neck. "I told you, you can't do it." "But I'm going to do it." "Then you just wasted your life." Ren Qi threw the firewood in his hand into the bonfire. "This kind of meaningless thing is useless except for making myself feel moved." Zhao Qian stared at the blazing fire in silence, and suddenly had an idea. She took off her clothes. Ren Qi just looked at her calmly, "Are you sure?" "Of course, because you are the one who can help me get revenge." Zhao Qian's face was stained red in the light of the fire. "Aren't you afraid that I'll take advantage and just walk away?" Ren Qi added another handful of firewood to the fire. "You won't, because I will follow you and watch you destroy the Xiandu clan with my own eyes."
"and then?" "Then I don't care what you do." "You have to know that this is not a condition. I will not agree to you just because you did this, because I will not be a woman's lackey. No woman can use this to threaten me or control me." Ren Qi said coldly. "I know." She pressed her body against him, hotter than the bonfire. The wind and snow hit the broken windows of the temple, making crackling sounds. The cold wind that frightened all living things was trying to get in through the narrow and deep gaps between the roof, walls, and windows. (End of this chapter)