Chen Zimeng stumbled through the mountains and forests, full of embarrassment.

The bad news of Li Yi and the four of them was like a punch to him, he was extremely annoyed, and at the same time, he was even more determined to destroy the evil sword Zhang family.

He looked ahead, suddenly flew his sword, and flew back towards Zhongjia Town.

For most of the day, under the full flight, Chen Zimeng came to Zhongjia Town, and there were still dozens of corpses in the town, all of which were scattered cultivators who were killed by Chen Zimeng, and after a few days, they didn't even have anyone to collect the corpses.

Chen Zimeng didn't stop at all, and flew straight towards the south of Zhongjia Town, the old man said, Zhong Fei and the others were originally running along the south, so the cliff where Li Yi and the four fell must be in the south.

All the way to the south, the mountain is extremely steep, about a distance of more than 100 miles, Chen Zimeng came to the top of an extremely high mountain cliff, looking down, it is an abyss.

Chen Zimeng found a crack in the tooth rock, and slid down along the tooth rock, the cliff was steep, and the cliff was like a sword chopping knife, extremely smooth, and there was nothing that could be climbed.

It took two and a half hours for Chen Zimeng Kankan to come to the bottom of the cliff, which was full of rocks, and all the horizontal and horizontal stones were sharp stones.

Chen Zimeng jumped onto a stone rock and looked around, but there was no trace at all.

After searching carefully, Chen Zimeng looked under a rock, and his heart was shocked, under the rock, there were blood stains.

Chen Zimeng jumped over, his blood had dried up, it was dark red, and the surrounding rocks were more or less stained, moving forward.

Chen Zimeng walked forward along the bloodstains, his face expressionless, but his eyes were full of sadness.

A broken sword fell into a crack in the stone, with a few pieces of clothing around it, and a scabbard not far away.

Chen Zimeng bent down and collected everything in his hands one by one, and the sadness in his eyes was even greater.

Moving on, a broken storage bag fell between two rocks, crushing a small grass, and the storage bag and the grass were covered in blood.

Bending down to pick up the storage bag, Chen Zimeng looked around, and there was no bloodstain.

Broken swords, storage bags and bloodstains, Chen Zimeng looked around, but he didn't see the bones.

Constantly wandering among the rubble, Chen Zimeng's eyes slowly lost hope.

Dead, and did not leave half a corpse behind?

Chen Zimeng was sad in his heart, and looked at the broken objects in his arms.

Chen Zimeng found a flat land boundary, waved his hand and broke a lot of rubble, and one by one the rubble was cleared, revealing a side of dirt.

Chen Zimeng put the object in his arms aside, jumped on the dirt and dug it intently.

Chen Zimeng didn't find any of the bones of Li Yi and the four of them, but looking at the broken objects, Chen Zimeng decided to build a tomb for his brother here.

When people die, they must have a home.

Chen Zimeng held a short sword in his hand, kept digging, most of the day passed, and when the night came, Chen Zimeng ignored the changes in time in the outside world, and quietly dug the soil under him.

When the next day's sun came, Chen Zimeng quietly smoothed out one rock after another, divided them into squares and stacked them neatly.

In front of him was a deep rectangular pit, which was dug very smoothly.

Chen Zimeng gently picked up the clothes of Li Yi and the four people he had collected earlier, put them into the pit, stretched out his hand and twisted a handful of soil, and slowly covered them.

Chen Zimeng covered up carefully, carefully piled up the stones, and when the sun came to the highest point of the day, Chen Zimeng could stop.

In front of him was a mound in which the brothers were buried.

Chen Zimeng found a huge rock and cut it into a tombstone, and the words on the tablet were engraved by Chen Zimeng little by little.

Li Yi, White Knife, Shang Chi, the tomb of the Wang Lin brothers.

Chen Zi Mengli.

Chen Zimeng knelt in front of the monument, kowtowed three times, and then got up and left.

I don't know how many days have passed, a fat man slowly walked among the rubble, looking around, his eyes full of sadness.

The fat man was followed by a large group of people, all of them carrying a long sword, all of them were in white clothes, and on the sleeves, the words "Thousand Swords" were embroidered with golden silk threads, and everyone looked at the fat man in front of them with a serious face, and their eyes were full of reverence.

The fat man walked slowly among the stones, and finally came to a grave, the fat man looked at the grave in front of him blankly, looked at the four names on the tombstone, looked at the bottom of the tombstone, the sentence "Chen Zi Mengli", the fat man knelt on the ground, above his cheeks, two lines of tears were drawn down.

"Brother Yi, Brother Dao, Brother Lin, Brother Chi. ”

"Zhong Fei is late, Zhong Fei is here to apologize to your brothers. ”

The disciples of the Countless Sword Sect widened their eyes and were very surprised, in their hearts, Zhong Fei was such a noble existence, but now he was kneeling in front of an unknown tomb.

Zhong Fei's cheeks were full of tears, and the three ringers knocked down, looking up at the tombstone, and his voice was choked.

Zhong Fei cried, he cried for the first time in his memory, whether it was the Bai Ye Sect or the Thousand Swords Sect, Zhong Fei cried so miserably for the first time, Zhong Fei's heart was full of sorrow.

"Brother Meng, where have you been? Little fat man, I am no longer the cowardly fat man I was at the beginning, the enmity of the four elder brothers, the little fat man has always been in my heart, there will always be a day, there will always be a day, I want him to be in Zhang's family, and the door will be destroyed. ”

In the last few words, Zhong Fei almost roared hysterically, and the disciples in the audience all looked at Zhong Fei blankly.

Finally, they remembered that Zhong Fei had spared no effort to deal with the evil sword Zhang family over the years, which was terrifying, and it seemed that they had found the reason.

Chen Zimeng didn't plan to go to Zhongzhou, he was going to Nanhuang.

Zhongzhou is extremely powerful in terms of resources and cultivation methods, but the Evil Sword Zhang family is in Zhongzhou, Chen Zimeng will not be stupid enough to think that Zhang Qiancheng will not find himself if he stays in Zhongzhou, and the strength of the Evil Sword Zhang family is too strong for himself.

The reason why the Southern Wilderness was chosen is because compared to other places, the Southern Wilderness has the most unique poisonous path.

The way of medicine does not represent the way of poison, but the way of poison is far beyond the way of medicine.

The poison of the flower on the other side of the body, Chen Zimeng needs to be healed, Yunxi Sect is the Dan Dao Holy Sect, but Chen Zimeng will not risk where to ask for the pill.

The poisonous path of the Southern Wilderness is undoubtedly the best choice for Chen Zimeng.

There are many medicinal herbs in the Southern Wilderness, and it is the most abundant place for elixirs, and Chen Zimeng chose the Southern Wilderness to go for those elixirs.

He wants to destroy the evil sword Zhang family and avenge his brother, before that, he can't die, he still needs to be strong.

Lian Fenghuo could no longer be used, and the spirit stone resources on his body were seriously missing, and Chen Zimeng urgently needed a batch of cultivation voluntary supplements.

After flying south for several days, Chen Zimeng finally stopped outside a city, and when he looked up, the city was full of spiritual power fluctuations, Chen Zimeng Xiaoran, he arrived at a monk city.

The stele with "Yancheng" written on it was hung high at the head of the city, and Chen Zimeng raised his head and looked at it, stunned.

The monks also have a city, not the mortal kind, the monk city is an important place for the monks to communicate, here, you can exchange what you need.

Chen Zimeng disguised, Lu Feng taught him a lot of camouflage methods, and after some transformation, he couldn't see any of his previous appearance.

When he came to the city gate, before Chen Zimeng approached, someone surrounded him, smiling with a smile on his face, asking if he needed to find someone to lead the way.

Chen Zimeng shook his head, crossed everyone and entered the city alone, passing by the city gate and learning that others had paid ten lower grade spirit stones, as soon as he entered the city, Chen Zimeng smiled bitterly, and now there is no half of the zero spirit stone on his body.

If you can't do it, you can't grab it.

Chen Zimeng walked along the street, there were countless shops, all kinds of items were needed, but they all needed spirit stones.

Chen Zimeng reached out and touched the storage bag in his arms, which contained a lot of silver, which was the currency he brought with him when he was in Chang'an and used to walk in the mortal world.

But this thing is here, and no one will pick it up on the street, Chen Zimeng frowned, and walked aimlessly along the street.

On both sides of the street, there are many restaurants and restaurants, the people who cultivate immortals can reach the foundation to open the valley, no need to eat, but who doesn't like to eat something delicious, the mouth of the valley is dull and tasteless, which is irritable.

But the current situation is that Chen Zimeng can't take out the spirit stone if he wants to eat something.

Chen Zimeng was full of emotion, no wonder the sentence in the book stumped a penny for a hero, and was highly respected by so many people and considered it to be a top quote.

It doesn't matter what you eat, the question is where is Chen Zimeng going to live?

Chen Zimeng was very helpless, and his mind was thrown into the storage bag, carefully rummaging for any scattered things, and preparing to sell them for some spirit stones for temporary emergency.

rummaged through it, and found a few good things that couldn't be used, all of which were snatched from Zhang Qiancheng, a few of which could be used, and a few that couldn't be used.

Because those few things contained a divine thought of Zhang Qiancheng, which belonged to Zhang Qiancheng's refining treasure, for Chen Zimeng, it was useless to hold it, and he had to cover it with a layer of divine thoughts at all times to prevent Zhang Qiancheng from tracking him through these few things.

So it just right, sold for money.

There were three things in total, a square token, a palm-sized, small and delicate wooden boat, and a hairpin used by a woman.

The other two are nothing, Chen Zimeng looked at the hairpin and secretly guessed, with Zhang Qiancheng's character, it is estimated that he will not find this kind of magic weapon refining by himself, and it is estimated that it was handed over by a certain woman.

Chen Zimeng estimated that Zhang Qiancheng might have a good friend, and this thing must have been given by the good one.

Without hesitation, Chen Zimeng found a market where monks exchanged barter, quietly changed his appearance again, and then found a corner to sit down cross-legged quietly, and put three magic weapons in front of him.

Chen Zimeng is not worried that someone will see the treasure and snatch it, in every monk city, it is controlled by an extremely powerful monk family or sect, if he wants to kill people and seize the treasure here, unless his cultivation can be strong enough to contend with the big family or sect on his own, who would dare?

Of course, after that, you still have to be careful and cover it up.

Chen Zimeng sat in the market for a long time, and not a single thing was sold, not because the things were bad, but because the things were too good.

Things are good, but naturally the price is expensive.

Chen Zimeng continued to stay until the evening, looking up, the figure was sparse, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, you're selling good things!"

A voice sounded beside him, Chen Zimeng turned his head to look at it, it was a man with a hat, nodded, Chen Zimeng asked back, "Daoyou is interested in buying?"

"Oh, I don't know how to sell these three treasures?" asked the man with a few chuckles from under his hat.

"One thousand tokens, one thousand and five wooden boats, hairpins ......" Chen Zimeng paused, lowered his head and looked at hairpins, "One thousand." ”

"Oh, it's not cheap!"

"Medium-grade spirit stones!"

"Are you crazy?"

The man in black stretched out his hand to the magic weapon froze in the air, his eyes full of disbelief, but he looked down and then smiled.

"Dude, although your magic weapon is good, isn't this price crazy?"

"Buy it, buy it, don't buy it and leave early, don't disturb me to do business. ”

"You've got a business. ”

Chen Zimeng raised his hand and stretched out his hand in front of the man in black, "Buy it and get the money." ”

"No money. ”

"Fuck off. ”

"You ......" The man in black stretched out his hand and pointed at Chen Zimeng, indignant, but after a while, he had no choice but to put down his hand, "Brother, let's discuss, is it cheaper?"

Chen Zimeng raised his head and looked at the man in black in surprise, he really wanted to buy it!

"How much do you give?"

"That's the number!" the man in black said with a slap and five fingers standing upright.

"Five hundred medium-grade spirit stones!"