A gust of wind blew through the streets, setting up yellow sand like a hazy fog.

This is the town of Longmen in Tianxi.

The girl in the purple dress recklessly broke into the inn, and happened to bump into the arms of a certain big man cultivator, the girl rubbed her head in pain, and before the big man could get angry, she took the sheep and touched the other party's money bag, and ran into the backyard with a smoke.

The big man who didn't notice the wealth was shouting that he didn't care about anyone's children.

When the innkeeper saw it, he came very skillfully carrying a pot of wine and smiled, saying that it was the shopkeeper's only daughter who had been naughty since she was a child.

The girl is naturally Ye Ziyi.

Tie the money bag around his waist, stand behind the door, carefully arrange his dress and hair corners, and restrain the smile that hangs on his little face on weekdays.

Bai Zhiqiu said: "Don't stand, go wash the monument." ”

Ye Ziyi, who was not punished for being late, escaped by luck, and obediently responded, then turned around and walked towards the house.

A moment later came a basin of clean water, and there was a clean towel in the water.

In the past ten years, as a daily necessity, washing the stele has long been as simple as eating and drinking water for her. Even if this Longmen Town has been windy and sandy all year round.

Rolled up his sleeves, wrung out the towel and water, and Ye Ziyi began to get busy.

Bai Zhiqiu, who had been in a much haggard state since Tiannan Jueyunling returned from watching the sword a few days ago, withdrew his gaze looking at the sky, turned to look at the serious and careful apprentice and said, "Where have you slipped away these days?"

Ye Ziyi said: "The apprentice is at Aunt Hua's." ”

Bai Zhiqiu said: "She should be very busy, how can she have time to mess around with you?"

Ye Ziyi wiped the tombstone and said, "Yes, Aunt Hua also taught me to dance." ”

As he spoke, he twisted his body around a few times, put on a few dance postures that looked quite standard, and continued: "Aunt Hua said that this dance is best set off by a sword to show off its ......."

was smug, and suddenly saw that the teacher's face seemed to be displeased, so he quickly put away his posture, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the unknown long sword that had been buried in the yellow sand for ten years in front of the tombstone, and worked honestly.

Bai Zhiqiu said: "This dance is still called Acacia Fu?"

Ye Ziyi suddenly became interested again and said, "The teacher also knows?"

Bai Zhiqiu sighed in his heart for no reason

"It's hard to know if you don't know!"

Ye Ziyi was surprised and said, "Could it be that the teacher had seen Aunt Hua dance in private before?"

Bai Zhiqiu, who was almost unprotected in the evening, coughed a few times. He took a few sips of tea on the bamboo stool, and said sternly: "Nonsense!"

Ye Ziyi hurriedly pursed her lips, knowing that she didn't dare to speak after causing trouble.

Bai Zhiqiu, who didn't know what to think, was silent and said for a while: "Okay, go do your homework." ”

"Oh. ”

Ye Ziyi, who was relieved, answered, held the basin of water, and hurriedly slipped back to the room with small steps.

In the process of going upstairs, the more the thoughtful girl thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. According to the teacher's temperament in the past, today he only cares about learning dance with Aunt Hua, so that if he misses the time to wash the stele, his little hands will be a few feet away. Even if the teacher feels sorry for himself, a beautiful and smart closed disciple, he is reluctant to do it, how can he blame him for not making an example, when is it so easy not to be held accountable as he is now?

Could it be that the teacher's injuries are getting worse, and he doesn't even have the strength to scold? Ye Ziyi, who didn't know how many plots to make up in his brain, said in his heart, no, no, no, no, he must find out.

When I got back to my room, I walked straight to the window facing the noisy street, and I didn't want to splash the whole basin of sewage with great skill. Throw away the empty basin and close the window.

Ignoring the unlucky guy who fell from the sky on the street, Ye Ziyi hurriedly ran downstairs, and then walked cautiously to the backyard. Afraid of revealing his traces, he hid his body behind the door, poked his head and blinked his bright eyes to look straight ahead.

In the courtyard, Bai Zhiqiu was still lying on a bamboo chair. Seeing the wind blowing the yellow sand in front of the monument, the buried long sword emerged.

Sensing that the apprentice was hiding behind him, he no longer hesitated, and raised two fingers in his sleeve.

Suddenly a strong wind and sand blew in the courtyard, like a tornado in the desert.

Ye Ziyi, who was hiding behind the door, covered her mouth in shock, and in the yellow sand in the sky, she saw a silver cold light suddenly whistling and flying into the distance.

……

On the desolate wilderness of the Two Realms Mountain, Luo Changfeng slashed the butcher's knife.

Faced with the joint efforts of the two saints of the Divine Channel, the butcher's knife was his last resort. Even if the moment the sword slashed down, he didn't have much hope of defeating a strong enemy, he still didn't hesitate.

To live.

So a blood-red knife slashed across the ruined wilderness, instantly slicing through the two tails of silver light that were approaching the door. The sword then went away, forcing the old lady to retreat to the sides.

A deep crack stretched on the earth, and smoke and dust rose again.

In there

In the smoke and dust, Luo Changfeng saw an inexplicable cold light flying from the sky, so fast that it surpassed his thinking, almost at the same time as Sha Weng retreated, it came in an instant.

At that moment, a cold light appeared behind Shaon.

In the next moment, a cold light appeared in front of Shaon, piercing his chest, splashing blood.

The sword flew into Luo Changfeng's hand, and it was cold.

"It's ...... Xue Ji?" "A familiar feeling swept across his palms, Luo Changfeng's eyes widened, and countless pictures suddenly appeared in his heart.

There is also a picture above the wilderness at this time, a still picture.

With her eyes wide open, she couldn't believe that she would die here, and her body was stagnant in the air. He was hunched a little, leaning his head against his head, looking at the hole in his chest that had been pierced by a sword, his mouth open and closed but there was no sound. So he rolled his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the old woman across the cracks in the earth, his fingers moving slightly.

An extremely cold and extremely cold air flow began to spread from the wound, instantly invading the limbs and all the spiritual acupoints and qi veins around the body, until the finger was frosty.

Shaon Nancy transforms into an Iceman.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, the picture shattered, and the sand that looked like an ice sculpture fell to the ground.

The ice shattered and black smoke rose.

The old woman was stunned.

……

Luo Changfeng also stood still.

He vividly remembered the scene when Cher jumped from the white building door ten years ago.

She fell into her arms, with the snow in her belly.

But now, the sword is in his own hands.

……

Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang were also standing, they were shocked and speechless.

Thousands of miles of sword to punish Sha Weng, whose handiwork is this?

They stood behind Luo Changfeng, unable to see Xue Ji's true face and origin. But when Shaon landed and turned into wisps of black smoke, their questions were finally answered.

It's the Demon Punishment Heaven!

Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other, and the back of the door master Bai Zhiqiu lingered in their minds.

……

Luo Changfeng also suddenly remembered the two seniors who took Xue'er away back then, Mo Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu.

He came back to his senses, looked at the wisps of black smoke that Sha Weng's body turned into in the distance, and remembered the old incident when the leader of the Emperor League had attacked the teacher with a demon punishment heaven many years ago until he was seriously injured, so he understood the power of a sword driven by this magic skill.

I can't help but be impressed!

He was thinking to himself when his arms were suddenly tightly held by Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang who stepped forward. Eye exchange and the three of them flew up, fleeing into the distance before the old woman went berserk.