"It's going to be bright soon. If you don't let me go back, where will I stay? If you want to kill me, just say it. Isn't it okay to commit suicide?" Bao San was about to cry. A man who was six feet tall squatted on the ground with sad face covering his face, shouting in confusion.

The four evil ghosts were there just now, and Zhang Zhexue was not easy to deal with Bao San. Seeing that he was still old and still had no change, he stopped being polite. With a thought, the soul-devouring spell was cast on Bao San. Bao San suddenly curled up in a ball and kept wailing in his mouth.

Hui Ning'er was soft-hearted and said in Zhang Zhexue's ear: "Little brother, just spare him, he must be in pain."

"Haha, okay, it's up to Xiao Ning'er to spare him this time." After saying that, he took the magic trick. As soon as the Soul-Devouring Curse stopped, the pain on Bao San's body disappeared, but the ghost aura on his body faded a little. "In the future, I will just refine you if I call myself in front of me. If Xiao Ning'er hadn't pleaded with her, I would have to take at least half of your ghost life this time."

Bao San was really scared this time, and the pain that penetrated his soul was really unspeakable. He half-kneeled to Zhang Zhexue, lowered his head and said, "Immortal Master, I will never dare again."

Zhang Zhexue said: "Why do you claim to others in the future are not my business. If you have another one, you will break up with me. You don't have to call me the Immortal Master in the future, just call me Master."

Bao San clasped his fists and said, "Yes, my master."

Zhang Zhexue took out an empty jade bottle, drew a talisman on the bottle, and waited for the talisman seal to the bottle, and said to Bao San: "Come in this bottle, and endure it for a month or two. When I have time, I will refine a new gourd for you to sit in it. Don't worry, you won't suffer any losses in the future with me, my master."

Bao San was very helpless. When he was in the Yin Realm, he had at least a dozen brothers, and he was considered a big brother. Now he has become a follower. He didn't dare to say anything more, so he turned into a stream of black smoke and crawled into the jade bottle.

Zhang Zhexue closed the bottle cap and drew a talisman on the sound of the bottle cap, then he took the jade bottle into the storage bag. He turned his head to Hui Ning'er behind him and said, "Xiao Ning'er, we're leaving." Hui Ning'er hugged his neck and nodded happily.

The ancient sword sect has been passed down for more than 8,000 years. The founding ancestor of the sect was a sword cultivator with a high level of cultivation and is also well-known throughout the Nanyun Continent. Although the ancient sword sect today does not have the powerful Nascent Soul power, there are still several Jindan ancestors, so they have always been firmly at the head of the four immortal sects of the Western Qin State.

The location of the Gujian Sect is naturally called Gujian Mountain. No matter what mountain it was called before, it must be called Gujian Mountain after more than 8,000 years. Gujian Mountain is majestic with strange peaks, and many sudden peaks stand among the tall and majestic mountains, like sharp swords inserted on the mountains.

Zhang Zhexue took Hui Ning'er to Gu Jian Mountain and fell into Gu Jian City at the foot of Gu Jian Mountain. He planned to take Hui Ning'er to Gu Jian Mountain tomorrow. Although Hui Ning'er was reluctant to come to Gu Jian School, Zhang Zhexue also stopped and walked along the way, but no matter how far the road was, he would have to finish it.

Since entering the Gujian City, Hui Ning'er has never smiled and has been depressed. Zhang Zhexue knew the little girl's thoughts, so he thought about how to make her happy.

Hui Ning'er also knew that when she was about to separate from her little brother, she should not worry about her brother, but she really couldn't do it. During the past six months with her little brother, she had a lot more happy days than all the happy days when she was at home. Now she just wants her mother alone, and she will have to add one person in the future, but she doesn't know if she will think more about her mother or more about her brother in the future.

Zhang Zhexue sorted out all his gains over the past period. His current wealth must be much greater than that of the old Taoist Niuji. The old Taoist has been in the world of practice for decades and has always adhered to the principle of being cautious and careful. He hid alone in a place where rabbits do not poop, and was so poor that he could not stop practicing. Within less than a year of his life, his wealth would be so rich. When he went back to find the old Taoist Niuji, he must show off with him, and then give him some benefits. At that time, the old Taoist Niuji will smile so hard that his back teeth were exposed. Don’t say, he really missed him, and I don’t know if he is still alive.

I took Hui Ning'er to travel around Gu Jian City all day and bought a lot of things for the little girl. I spent more than a thousand taels of silver for the snacks I ate. These would not break in the storage bag. I bought a lot of clothes from inside to outside, and even the little girl was sixteen or seventeen years old. I also bought a lot of jewelry, but I just had to buy a dowry for getting married.

It was already very late when he returned to the inn. Hui Ning'er was tired and washed up early. Zhang Zhexue couldn't sleep, so he poured out all the storage bags, distributed half of the crystal stones and elixirs to Hui Ning'er, and put two flying swords in. The gold, silver, jewelry and other gold, silver, and jewelry obtained in Baihu Villa were also filled with half a storage bag. Even the practice methods of the Ghost Immortal Sect and Baihu Villa were printed and put into jade slips for Hui Ning'er. Even if she didn't practice these in the future, it would be good to know more. The storage bags were also given to Hui Ning'er, one for gold, silver, jewelry, and the other for flying swords and elixirs.

Zhang Zhexue stayed up all night, leaning against the bedside and thinking about his parents and sisters in his previous life, and then thinking about the experiences of these years. He was worried about the old Taoist Yunshan from time to time, thinking about Cuihua and Ting'er, and thinking about what to do if Hui Ning'er was bullied in the Gujian Sect? Think about it carefully, although he has not been in this world for a long time, there are many people who have to worry about.

After getting up in the morning and washing up, Zhang Zhexue changed himself into a new dress, wearing a blue shirt, and dressed like a little scholar. He couldn't comb the girl's hair, so he combed Hui Ning'er a ponytail. The clothes on her body were also boys' outfits, and the clothes always matched their hairstyle.

After breakfast, I led Hui Ning'er out of Gu Jian City, found an uninhabited place to step on the flying sword and flew straight to Gu Jian Mountain. Gu Jian Mountain is more than 3,000 miles away from Gu Jian City, and it will take three hours to arrive with Zhang Zhexue's cultivation. I took a break on the way at noon and ate some food. The closer I am to Gu Jian Mountain, the lower the enthusiasm of Hui Ning'er. When I had lunch, I didn't laugh and chat like before, but didn't say a word. Although tears did not flow out, I always kept circling in my eyes.

Zhang Zhexue and Hui Ning'er fell down more than ten miles away from the gate of Gujian Mountain. Since they wanted to worship the mountain, they had to show their sincerity and respect for worshiping the mountain. Zhang Zhexue knew that it was impossible for an immortal cultivation sect like the Gujian School to send people to watch at the foot of the mountain. Whether their behavior was respectful enough, these people would be passed on to the mountain. It is always better to be cautious if Hui Ning'er was concerned, after all, Hui Ning'er had to practice on the mountain.

Less than an hour later, I saw the tall and majestic mountain gate of the Gujian Sect from afar. There was a huge square in front of the mountain gate, and more than a dozen people were walking back and forth in the square. Zhang Zhexue led Hui Ning'er to the square, and two people came over, both of them were young men in their twenties, wearing white long gowns.

"Zhu Hengyong, two friends, I wonder what happened to come to this sect?" A slightly fat young man asked with bowed.

Zhang Zhexue could feel that the aura of the two men was much stronger than that of him, and it was probably at least the sixth level of Qi Refining. Seeing that the person who claimed to be Zhu Hengyong asked, he bowed and replied, "The two fellow Taoists are polite. I am here to come to the sect to visit the sect's Immortal Master Gelange at the order of the family master."

"Who is your master? Which sect and what sect?"

"The master of my family is unknown, but he is just a casual cultivator. The little girl next to me is the niece of Senior Ge of the noble school. I am here to send her to Master Ge at the order of my family master."

Zhu Hengyong turned around and asked his fellow disciples beside him: "Senior Brother Wu, do you remember which senior Ge Lan is the subordinate of?"

Senior Brother Wu thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember." He asked Zhang Zhexue again, "Have your master ever said that Ge Lan is the subordinate of this sect?"

Zhang Zhexue was confused. At that time, the old Taoist Yunshan didn't say anything, but said that the ancient sword school was looking for Ge Lan.

"The family master is also entrusted by others, and I don't know which senior Master Ge Xian is the disciple of the noble school." Zhang Zhexue turned to ask Hui Ning'er: "Ning'er, do you know whose subordinate your aunt is?"

Hui Ning'er shook her head: "My father didn't tell me either."

Zhang Zhexue slapped his forehead and sighed: "What do you think is this? Can't you explain it clearly? It's like guessing riddles."

In fact, Zhang Zhexue was also a member of the Ge family, because the Ge family has not had any contact since they sent Ge Lan to the Ancient Sword Sect. They don’t know how Ge Lan is doing recently, and it is even more impossible for them to know who Ge Lan is.

"Would you please help me ask, it's really not easy for us to come tens of thousands of miles away?"

Senior Brother Wu snorted and sneered, saying, "If you want to find anyone you want to find in our Gujian Sect? There are tens of thousands of people in our Gujian Sect, how can you find it for you?"

Zhang Zhexue thought about it, smiled and bowed, "Your school must have a collection of registered disciples. I wonder if it can be found? Please help me."

Since Senior Brother Wu learned that Zhang Zhexue was a casual cultivator, he had become very impatient and said, "Haha, who do you think you are? You can also check the collection of the Ancient Sword School?" He deliberately misinterpreted Zhang Zhexue's words.

"Fellow Taoist is joking. Where are you qualified? I want to ask if you two can help me to report it and see if the person in charge of your corps can help check it out." Zhang Zhexue took out two cloth bags from his arms, put ten crystals in each, and took the opportunity to speak to the senior brother Wu. This was prepared by him in the ancient sword city. He had long expected that it would not be so easy to see Ge Lan. As the saying goes, the King of Hell is hard to avoid seeing a little ghost, who knows if he will be stopped outside the door. Unexpectedly, he really threw it away and guessed it right.
Chapter completed!