In the silence of the strange mountain forest, there is only the "rustling" sound of leaves. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shao Heng's heart was brewing a huge storm, as if there was a giant beast, setting off stormy waves and rushing straight into the sky, wanting to destroy everything.

After I don't know how long, Qian Xuan saw that the young man turned his body slightly, and only one back remained.

He said: "There is still more than a day's journey from Quanbei City, and you can't go fast with Qin'er, and you can live another day and a half." ”

Qian Huan heard the meaning of his words, and his heart was relieved at first, but then it hurt like a knife. Her eyes contained a deep reluctance, looking at her sleeping daughter in the wooden house, thinking of the very short time in the past, thinking of the past that she lost, thinking that she might not be able to watch her grow up again, and her heart was like turning over the river and the sea, and she knew herself.

She wished she could be like an ordinary village woman, watching her children grow up little by little, living a monotonous but peaceful and peaceful life.

However, when her father lost everything and died tragically in front of her, she stepped into the abyss and there was no way back.

At this moment, Qianhuan turned his head to look at Shao Heng, and on his tall back, there seemed to be a flame growing, just like his past self. It's just that at that time, she was blinded and destroyed by hatred and unwillingness, and her mind was only left with killing and revenge.

Qian Huan suddenly spoke: "Maybe this sounds ridiculous to you, but I still want to apologize to you." I will not ask for your forgiveness, let alone deny that most of what I am doing now is for the sake of Qin'er. I'm not a good person, but also a cold and murderous woman, only Qin'er is my weakness. However, I still have to advise you, don't take yourself for revenge. ”

Shao Heng didn't make a sound.

Qianhuan didn't speak again, and walked into the wooden house. With less and less time to spend with her daughter, Qin'er may still be alienated from her when she wakes up.

None of that matters, though.

Qianhuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qin'er's little face, humming an unknown foreign tune in an almost murmuring voice, as faint as the flowing moonlight.

Outside the wooden house, Shao Heng's back seemed to be bent down, the Heavenly Machine Sword was tightly held by him, the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed, and the bone joints made a soft sound.

Since the abnormal life of Yunxi Village, the death of Senior Brother Zheng Ying, and now the tip of the iceberg of uncovering the truth of the past, a series of various changes have followed, constantly hitting Shao Heng's mind. He obviously hated and hurt in his heart, but he still kept his previous promise to Qianhuan.

He doesn't know if his actions are right or wrong.

Qian Huan's expression as he looked at Qin'er and his mother's gentle and loving eyes alternated in Shao Heng's mind, and there was an inexplicable sadness brewing and expanding, making him hate to cry out loud.

In the night, Shao Heng stood alone, accompanied only by the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

There was a hint of coolness coming from the hilt of the sword, and the feeling of blood connection came into Shao Heng's heart, giving him this meager warmth.

Shao Heng restrained the turbulence in his heart, and recalled in his mind the words that Fang Cai Qianhuan said.

"Shenzhou Qi Luck ......" Shao Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, as well as a trace of solemn shock.

The theory of luck is ethereal, but it is very valued by the world.

The country is the capital, and it is necessary to look for the qi master to find the pulse, in order to build the capital on the so-called "dragon vein" to ensure that the national glory is endless. The emperors of the world are all equipped with dragon energy, and they are also atmospheric luckers, and ordinary demons and monsters are difficult to get close to. If Xu He hadn't been a national teacher appointed by the emperor, he would never have been able to do that heinous bloody case.

If it is said that Shao Heng obtained most of the luck of the royal family of Qi in the Blood River Reincarnation Dafa because of that incident, and was targeted by people in the Demon Dao, it is not impossible.

However, even if Shao Heng was full of luck, it was far from being as good as the luck mastered by the Xiuzhen Sect.

The so-called "dragon veins", in the eyes of those who cultivate the truth, are the countless spiritual veins hidden under this vast Shenzhou. The largest spiritual vein is the Lianyun Mountain Range, which stretches endlessly across the north and south of Shenzhou. Among the two realms of righteousness and demons, the ten sects and the five sects, there are four major sects that occupy the place where the vitality is the most vigorous, as the place where the sect inherits.

The rest of the spiritual veins in Shenzhou are like human bloodlines, all over the place, and countless immortal sects have also been reproduced.

Why did the people of the organization want to find people with great luck, and what did they want to do?

Shao Heng's mind was baptized by ice and snow, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and there was a trace of chill behind him.

If the other party really plots not only the luck of the people, but the spiritual veins of the Divine Prefecture, it will cause turmoil in the entire Shenzhou, and countless disasters will breed and spread on the land.

Wars, disputes, epidemics, disasters...... Ordinary people will no longer have peace and will fall into misery. And the cultivation realm will also usher in great turmoil, and disputes and wars between monks will add new disasters.

After thinking about it, Shao Heng became more and more sure in his heart that the leader of the organization could make people like Qian Huan extremely frightened, which must be extraordinary. Even just mentioning it, Qianhuan lost his blood, and although he tried his best to hide it, the uneasiness and fear from the heart were still very obvious.

Shao Heng knew that that was not someone he could resist at the moment. Right now, it is necessary for him to transmit these news back to the Righteous Path and the Cunwei Sect as soon as possible, so that the teachers can prepare early.

Although he had chosen a random direction to leave, he had also observed the surrounding terrain on the way.

According to estimates, they should be in the southeast of Quanli Lake at this moment, some distance from Quanbei City. If Shao Heng escaped by himself, he should be able to reach Quanbei City soon.

It's just that he was young with Qin'er, but he couldn't bear such a fierce rush.

For a while, Shao Heng looked at the dark shadows of the trees around him, his heart was heavy like a boulder, and his shoulders hung down as if he had been weighed down by a thousand catties.

There is no way back for the breeze, and it is a hundred miles away.

Shao Heng didn't know that a hundred miles away from here, there were two people standing facing each other in the moonlight.

One of them had white hair, was dressed in a blue background, and held a gray-white staff with countless silver bells tied to it. The bells were shaking rapidly, but strangely not making a sound.

The other man looked very young and handsome, dressed in an inky robe embroidered with gold and silver stripes, and a light that seemed to be light and dark in the moonlight. This person held a flute in his hand, which emitted a rippling light, like jade.

The two confronted each other from afar, motionless in the eyes of others, but there was a sense of slaughter spreading here, and no birds or beasts dared to approach within hundreds of meters around. The air in this area seems to be able to condense water, and it seems to be so thin that it is difficult to breathe.

The old man was none other than the eldest of the Nanban tribes that appeared in Shuangxian Town. I saw that his face was stunned, and the mysterious pattern on his forehead seemed to come to life, and it looked a little hideous in the night.

The corners of the old man's mouth drooped slightly, indicating the unhappiness in his heart at the moment.

Not only was he unhappy, but the disgust and hatred that flowed from his slightly closed eyes stabbed at the ink-robed man opposite him unabashedly.

The man in the ink robe turned the jade flute with his right hand, which was much longer than the normal flute, a few times, as if it were light: "It turned out to be the shaman of the Wu clan, I don't know which tribe in southern Xinjiang?" The man's voice was very cold, without a trace of emotion, and the ice was like frost and moonlight.

The old man didn't answer the other party's question, but only gently pushed the gray-white cane root to the grass, and a black mist visible to the naked eye was shaped like an arc, like a black crescent moon, and rushed towards the feet of the ink-robed man.

The ink-robed man had no waves, and he only waved the jade flute in his hand to defeat the black mist. However, the "fog" did not dissipate, but fell to the ground like rain.

What kind of mist is that, it is clearly countless small insects with only black armor, revealing slightly sharp mouthparts, constantly struggling on the ground, making a creepy sound.

Although the old man just hit it casually, when he saw that the other party blocked it lightly, he couldn't help but feel a little solemn in his heart. He opened his mouth stiffly, perhaps because he was not proficient in this language, and the tone and tone of the old man's speech carried a strange feeling, as if he was stiff and as if he was singing a certain tune: "The elder on the other side of Zhiqi Mountain, I didn't expect to meet you in the Central Plains." You don't know me, but I know you, I know your name, I know your Lihan Flute Sword, and I know that you are the enemy of my witch clan. ”

The corners of the ink-robed man's mouth hooked slightly: "Enemy, heh, what, you want to kill me?" A grim smile appeared on his handsome face, "Although I still have some things to do, what do you ...... Now that I have met you remnants of the Wu clan today, I have also saved a lot of effort for the future. ”

After speaking, with a sound of "Zheng", a sharp edge suddenly popped out at one end of the jade flute, but it was a hidden sword in the flute.

The old man's face was condensed, the silver bells on the long staff trembled more and more violently, and his beard and hair danced without wind, obviously a big battle was inevitable.

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Time passed by by seconds, and Shao Heng stood up overnight, stained with fresh dew.

Dawn is approaching, but the night is still as thick as black ink.

In the house, Qianhuan was looking at her daughter, as if she couldn't get tired of watching it.

Qin'er, who woke up, saw Qianhuan, first shrank slightly, and there was a little alienated fear in her big eyes, which made Qianhuan almost hold back tears.

"Big brother...... Qin'er called out slightly.

With Shao Heng's ear power, he naturally won't be unable to hear this sound. However, he did not enter the house immediately, but remained where he was, silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Qin'er was afraid to ask Qianhuan where he was, that Shao Heng slowly stepped into the wooden house.

"Big brother!" Qin'er's little face swelled with a very happy look, and it was as bright as the morning sun in an instant.

Qianhuan endured the sourness in his heart, looked at Shao Heng, and his eyes showed a trace of expectation.

Shao Heng's heart was blocked by something, he didn't go to see Qin'er, and said in a somewhat indifferent tone: "It's time to go." ”

Qianhuan's expression changed slightly, thinking that at this time, the people in the organization must have informed Lord Hei of everything that happened there, but he was afraid that the pursuers were now on the way. For the sake of safety, it is true that you should hurry while the sky is still dark.

It's just that the later she leaves, the more she and Qin'er will be able to stay.

Qianhuan's feet were as heavy as lead, and he was never able to move.

A slight impatience flashed in Shao Heng's eyes, he saw that he had waited for Qin'er's sake for most of the night, and he had already done his best. The longer the time dragged on, the more the pursuers could appear at any time, and it also delayed the time for him to pass the news back to the sect.

Qianhuan saw what Shao Heng was thinking, suppressed his thoughts, and was about to speak, when his face suddenly changed.

Shao Heng threw Qin'er behind his back and rushed out of the wooden house with Qianhuan one after the other, but it was too late.