The wind owl got up from the cold ground, looking slightly confused, but soon, this confusion was swept away, followed by nervousness.

"Last night...... I close my eyes......" the wind owl muttered to himself, as if he had lost his soul.

Is it scary to sleep with your eyes closed?

Naturally, it won't be for ordinary people, but for him, it's not.

He never forgot that his grandfather had instructed him in every way since he was a child, emphasizing in every way that he could not close his eyes, day or night.

Why is that?

He once asked his grandfather, and his grandfather's answer was the same every time, with a solemn face, and he said with palpitations that something terrible would happen.

Grandpa's words were remembered by the wind owl, although he didn't know what was going to happen, he believed in grandpa, and he never dared to try.

For seventeen years, his grandfather gave him special medicine every day, so that he never closed his eyes, and he was just a year away, and this kind of day was coming to an end.

But last night, he closed his eyes.

He was knocked out from behind.

"What's going on?" the wind owl looked apprehensive, examining himself, intact. Looking around, it was also neat and tidy, and it looked as if nothing had happened.

"That's right, grandpa......" Feng Xiao patted his head, and suddenly remembered his most important relative, he had been lying on the ground all night, which meant that grandpa had not come back, otherwise grandpa would have put him on the bed.

Creak.

Pushing open the door, the wind owl stumbled and almost didn't fall. His face was shocked, and his body was weakly holding on to the door, looking at his feet, his eyes were mixed with strong despair in disbelief, and he was indifferent.

"Master...... Grandpa...... "Wind Owl's lips trembled, and a name seemed to drain all the strength of his body.

At his feet, Grandpa lay there, his hair was gray, his face was covered with blood, he lay there quietly, lifeless.

The wind owl helped his grandfather up.

Looking at his grandfather's face, the wind owl's heart twitched, and his grandfather did not walk peacefully, on the contrary, it was very hideous, extremely hideous.

The face of half a hundred was full of frightened, unwilling, angry and various emotions, although he was a grandfather who had been with him for seventeen years, he could also see that the wind owl was a little numb.

These emotions have never been seen on his grandfather's face since he was a child.

Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the sadness in his heart, the wind owl picked up his grandfather and came to the well in the courtyard.

"Grandpa, I'm ......" Feng Xiao choked up, helping his grandfather to wash his makeup, he didn't know what to say for a while. Grandpa was killed, he wanted to say that he would definitely avenge his grandfather, but he never saw through his grandfather's cultivation, and with his current cultivation, how could he take revenge?

His qualifications are dull, at the age of seventeen, even if he has his grandfather personally teaching his cultivation, he has only just entered the middle stage of the first realm, the four heavens of the soul condensing realm.

And what kind of cultivation is grandpa? What kind of cultivation is the person who can make grandpa die so hideous? When he thinks of this, the wind owl is even more bitter.

But don't you report it?

Naturally impossible, his parents died when he was a child, and it was his grandfather who pulled him to teach him the method of literacy and hyphenation practice, and he was the closest person to him.

At dusk, the sun slowly pulled its afterglow away from the wind owl and quietly fell from the western mountain, and the sky was slowly filled with black.

After a long time, the wind owl got up, looked at the new grave in front of him, and said to himself solemnly: "In the future...... No matter how long it takes, grandpa, I will definitely avenge your revenge, as long as I am alive and there is still a breath of air, I will not stop. ”

After speaking, the wind owl was also decisive, and turned around and left directly, without the slightest nostalgia.

When it was soft and long, it was motionless in front of his grandfather's grave, like a dead thing. A stay is a whole day, when decisive, turn around directly, do not take away a wisp of sorrow, cut off all sadness and sadness, and bury with grandpa.

Grandpa was buried by him in the cemetery outside Jiangcheng, and on the way back to Jiangcheng, Feng Xiao's thoughts were very chaotic, and he had a lot of ideas.

In the future, where should he go? How would he work hard to cultivate so that he could avenge his master? Who was the murderer of his grandfather? He had no clue.

Slowly, one question took over the mind, squeezing the other questions out for the time being.

"Why didn't that man kill me?What terrible thing will happen after I close my eyes......" Wind Owl thought as he approached Jiang Cheng, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the gate of the city.

"What? No money, no money, what city do you enter, get out of here, it's almost curfew, don't get in the way of other people entering the city. A sharp and piercing voice came, pulling the wind owl's thoughts back from Jiuxiao.

Looking up, it was the city guard who was checking the people who had entered the city. And next to the city guard, there was a young man dressed in black and dressed strangely. It's not very old, and it looks like a wind owl.

"Why are you still standing, you don't have any entrance fees and still want to enter the city, get out. The city guard glanced at the black-clothed young man who hadn't left yet, said impatiently, and as he spoke, he was ready to drive people away.

"Wait!"

The Wind Owl stepped forward, came to the city guard, stuffed a small bag of broken silver to the city guard, and said with a smile: "Sorry, this is my friend, we just separated. ”

Friend?

For the first time, the black-clothed young man who had been cold-faced had a slight ripple on his face, and glanced at the wind owl, but very, his gaze was retracted again, and he looked ahead, as if he didn't want to pull his gaze away.

The city guard took the silver, weighed it slightly, only a little more, and waved his hand directly to let him go.

"Friend?" As soon as he entered the city, a voice came from behind the wind owl, with doubts, obviously, it was the young man in black.

Feng Xiao turned his head, looked at him, and said with a smile: "This meeting is fate, there is nothing wrong with having multiple friends." ”

"No, you don't. The young man in black spoke coldly and hardly.

"Forehead......" looked at this young man who was as cold as an ice cube, and the wind owl was speechless for a while, he hadn't seen a cold person, but he had never seen such a cold person, and this young man's coldness came from his bones.

Looking at the young man, the wind owl was very interested in him.

This person's dress is really strange, a seat of black clothes, black hair, black shoes, that's all.

There are two other strangest points, one is that one side of his clothes is sleeveless, and one arm is exposed, and the arm is wrapped in a dark red bandage from the shoulder to the palm. Another strange thing is that he has a dark red hairband tied on his forehead, and if it is white, it is almost the same as Obiyu.

The long hair was crowned on the head, most of it scattered behind him, and there was an extraordinarily long emerald jade Xiao pinned to nearly two feet and five inches behind the waist, and a folding fan pinned to the waist.

It looks weird, but not to mention, it's quite temperamental.

"Something?"

Seeing the wind owl looking at him, the young man asked, his voice as cold and hard as ever, and his expression remained calm and unwavering.

"Well, no, then we'll ...... it"

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound behind him, startling the half-spoken wind owl.

After the voice, the wind owl hurriedly turned around, there was something more in front of his eyes, and when he looked at it, the corners of the wind owl's mouth couldn't help twitching, my good girl, where did you get such a big whip.

A whip as thick as a baby's arm was in front of him, grasped by a hand that had been wrapped in a dark red bandage all along.

Obviously, the whip was coming for him, and was caught by the young man in black. Who is he who has no grievances with others?