Everyone knows that whether it is the setting of the Shenma World Shenma, wherever there is a place like an inn, whether it is called a wine shop or a teahouse, there are countless rumors of truth and falsehood, and it is also the best place to spread gossip.

Commonly known as: everyone comes to 818.

Fifty miles away in the Red Wind Desert, there were not many people in it, there were only four people in total, and three of them gathered at a table to chat.

One of the three was dressed in a blue robe, one was stout and bearded, and one was ordinary-looking and slowly sipping tea.

"All that was able to escape was the luck that had been saved for eight lifetimes, but at that time, even the Heavenly Slash appeared—" The monk in the blue robe swayed and knocked the melon seeds, and sighed towards the two monks next to him.

"Nonsense, that thing has been missing for hundreds of years, the most recent one was in the hands of the Tiancang Sect, besides, what can tear the space, must it be the Heavenly Slash?" ”

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the pile of melon seeds in front of the blue-clothed monk, and knocked them in his mouth non-stop.

"Who told you that the dead were cut by the heavens?" the blue-clothed monk rolled his eyes and slapped the man's paw, "Leave me some, it's very expensive, I want to eat it and buy it myself!"

The specialty of the Western Regions is small melon seeds, which are not sold elsewhere, and if you want to eat them, you can only come to the Western Regions by yourself.

"The two Venerables of the Demon Dao have fought, can they 8 immortals? What does this Heavenly Slash have to do with it, if you want me to say that the two of them are annoyed, they used the Heavenly Slash, such a thing that harms others and is not beneficial to themselves, who will use it indiscriminately if it is not a demon barrier?

The person who was arrested spit out a melon seed skin as if nothing had happened just now, "Ghosts and blood flames, they don't fight in their own nests, why did they come to our side if they have nothing to do, they have harmed so many people's lives, and they are too deceitful, and there is no one alive in the city lord's mansion!"

"Otherwise, how can it be a demon cultivator, especially the person of Blood Flame, it is unfathomable, and the ghost underworld has not been easily solved by him......?

Before the blue-clothed monk could finish speaking, the one among the three of them, who had been silent all along, suddenly interjected: "The slaughter of the city was done by the ghosts. ”

This sentence is clueless, and it is quite a bit of a whitewash of the blood flame, and the other two people frowned when they heard it.

"Fellow Daoist......" The blue-clothed monk slowly spit out a petal of melon seed skin, and the other half was choked by his companion's words just now, and accidentally swallowed it.

"How do you know?" asked the other more bluntly.

At that time, most of the monks in the city were not very high, and they were too far away from the two Demon Venerables, and they couldn't figure out what was going on, so they could only see a rough idea.

The only thing that can be determined is that the two Venerables of the Demon Dao fought outside Fengqi City, and they both entered the city one after another, and then it was the news of the fall of the Demon Hell, and the Blood Flame could not be retreated.

The monks of the righteous path did not think of settling accounts with Blood Flame, but all the monks who survived unanimously said that they were the ones who killed the ghosts, and no one had ever seen Blood Flame attack the city. The big sects don't have definite evidence, and it's not easy to go to the Blood Flame to settle accounts.

Moreover, as the blue-clothed monk said just now, the blood flame is unfathomable, and they rush forward, what if they suffer a loss?

It's not that he hasn't asked Blood Flame for an explanation, he has done things like talking, sending messages, and inviting people, but he just doesn't care if he doesn't see it at all. The whereabouts of the blood flame are mysterious, and the abyss of unemployment, which is not open to the public, who knows if it is really in retreat?

It is that various versions have been spread over the past two hundred years, and there are no unwarranted disasters, conspiracy theories, and counter-arguments, and there are different opinions, and there is no exact truth.

Two hundred years is not a long time to put aside the cultivation of the true realm, so even if two hundred years have passed, the popularity of this gossip has not diminished much, and after the upcoming Immortal and Demon Conference in half a year, everyone is most enthusiastic about discussing this matter.

The monk did not answer the questioning of the two, but went on with himself.

"At the beginning, the blood flame did not appear, and those dead monks were all hands of ghosts. ”

The stout monk with a full beard next to "That ......" seemed to open his mouth to ask something, but the blue-clothed monk stepped on the instep of his foot and stopped his mouth.

The bluefriar gave him a look: Listen, don't interject.

Looking at the appearance of this person, it is likely that he knows something, and it is much more reliable than the news from outside.

The blue-clothed monk and the bearded man are from the same sect, but this one named Shen Shi is not familiar with them, but he is just a helper from the Scattered Cultivation Pavilion, and he will partner with them to help take care of them.

Scattered cultivators have no masters, so they lack resources, of course, they have to think of ways to find resources, so there are several more powerful scattered cultivators who set up scattered cultivation pavilions to receive tasks from all over the world, and casual cultivators can choose suitable tasks by themselves in exchange for the remuneration provided by the client after the matter is completed.

Shen Shi was a loose cultivator in the infancy stage, and took over the task of escorting the two to the Western Regions. Those two people are both cultivators of the Jindan period, although it is not bad, but there are many dangers in the Chifeng Desert, coupled with the terrifying Gangfeng, the Jindan period is still a little hanging, so for the sake of safety, they sent a task in the Scattered Cultivation Pavilion and found Shen Shi.

You must know that the more people talk, the more nonsense they say, and the less words they say, the more reliable and credible they tend to be.

Although Shen Shi had a kind and pleasing round face, he was silent, and he didn't say a few words to them along the way, like a stone, but now he suddenly opened his mouth and took the initiative to mention this gossip.

The truth, the truth that has been sealed in the dust for two hundred years is likely to be revealed today and in front of their eyes.

"After the blood flame came, the ghost went out, lost, and died on the spot. ”

Shen Shi reached out and pinched a melon seed, crushed it, and sprinkled the powder on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

His words were succinct, and the blue-clothed friar's heart was scratching like something.

Ask for details!

"And then, I mean the ...... of Bloodflame " The blue-clothed monk said cautiously, only to have a strange glare at the stout man who had been silenced, who signaled him to be quieter?

"Come in and take a look. ”

The Friar noticed that he said "come" instead of "go", and added, "And then......"

Shen Shi glanced at him and spit out two words: "Gone." ”

"............" The bluefriar felt that he had been deceived into his feelings, which was the same as not saying anything.

He didn't give up, and asked, "Is it really gone?"

Shen snorted nonchalantly, and his gaze stayed on the fourth person in the inn for a while, and he didn't look away for a long time.

The blue-robed monk followed his gaze, and the rest of the man sat a little far away from their table, and turned sideways, only a small side face could be seen, and it was covered by the long scattered hair, and it was not clear to see.

This person is not easy to mess with.

Even Shen Shi, he could vaguely feel that he was a big realm higher than himself, but he couldn't see through that person at all, like a dark deep pool, and he couldn't find anything at all.

Either it was covered with a spell, or the other party's cultivation was much higher than his.

Either one is not easy to mess with.

Besides, this person was still dressed in red, and remembering that the Venerable was also dressed in red clothes that had not changed for thousands of years, the blue-clothed monk who had just finished muttering bad things about others was a little panicked.

Before he could finish his life, he saw Shen Shi next to him suddenly stand up and walk towards the man.

The bluefriar's legs are weak, and he thinks to himself, uncle, don't take us with you if you play with fire.

"Seniors. ”

Shen Shen shouted respectfully, his voice trembling a little.

Seeing the familiar face of the person in front of him, he remembered that chaotic night two hundred years ago, the interrupted gossip, embarrassment and apprehension, mixed with that nightmarish dream, which seemed a little interesting and nostalgic.

He was really a good-natured man, and he didn't bother with him. He was also casual at that time, and when he returned to the room, he was ashamed and afraid.

When he looked at it from the side, he felt that this face was a little familiar, and it happened that the people around him mentioned the matter of Fengqi City, so he suddenly remembered that he was arrested when he was talking about a primordial ancestor behind his back.

Isn't it that ancestor, wrapped in red, his appearance can be called good, but his face is cold.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Shen Shi, nodded slightly, "Sit." ”

Shen Shi sat down a little crampedly, back then, this was the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, he thought that he would be able to be promoted from the Jindan Stage to the Yuan Infant Stage within two hundred years, but now that he saw it, he couldn't see what the other party's cultivation was

-- The monk can perceive a level higher than himself at the highest level, but he cannot see through it from above.

More than half of the monks in Fengqi City that day died, and most of those who escaped were injured, their cultivation was damaged, and many of them fell in the past two hundred years.

He was lucky enough to suffer only minor injuries.

"Thank you for the events of the day. ”

Shen even didn't mention the tragedy, as if he was simply thanking him.

At that time, although this senior was already in the Yuan Infant stage, it was still not enough to see it in front of those two Demon Venerables.

The man picked up the tea in front of him, and didn't drink it, but just looked at the smoke coming out of the water, and his face was expressionless.

Mo Chuan was in a daze.

Hearing those people talking about the events of the year, he was also a little distracted, and he didn't expect to meet a round-faced monk who had a one-sided relationship, probably this is, fate?

Shen saw that Mo Chuan didn't mean to talk, and continued: "What about the child next to the senior?"

He still remembered the appearance of that child, with different hair and eyes, lying on the shoulders of his predecessors was very well-behaved and cute.

Mo Chuan: ............

His hand holding the cup stiffened, and a few green tendons appeared on the back of his hand due to excessive force, and his already bad mood instantly became worse.

Xiaobai is a wound in his heart, every time, when he thinks of that day, he will deliberately ignore it, try not to think about it, not to miss it.

But even so, every time he dreamed, he couldn't help but recall the events of that time......

Like a nightmare of eternal days and eternal nights, the cold wetness of the fingertips, the darkness of the space crack that could swallow a qiē, and the sharp pain in the wrist.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hand holding the teacup, the slightly slender wrist, the pale complexion, and the tendons under the flesh and blood that were tense from the mood.

The regeneration of severed limbs is never a difficult task for monks, and a bone elixir can be intact if it goes down.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh, but he didn't.

Xiaobai is the deepest bond between him and the world.

But one day, this bond is broken, what will happen?

Everywhere he went, he would look for a local inn, and every time he changed his face, he still used that face.

He almost stubbornly repeated the past scene, but there was always a missing person by his side, resting his head on his shoulder, and sleeping softly curled into a ball, holding his fingers in his mouth, grinding his teeth finely.

- He has never been a strong enough person to lose his temper when his scars are revealed, even if he can almost be called a stranger to the person in front of him.

"Senior ......"

As soon as Shen Shi saw Mo Chuan's reaction, he knew that he had found a bad topic.

Originally, he asked because he didn't see the child, and in order to find a topic, he asked casually, but looking at Mo Chuan, who had an unusually ugly face, that child was probably not getting better......

He silently lit a [candle] for himself in his heart.

Mo Chuan was immersed in memories, and the aura around him was eerie and terrifying; Shen Shi said the wrong thing and didn't dare to mention it again; the two next to him couldn't understand what was going on, but their realm was not high, and they were too frightened to squeak when they noticed the strange atmosphere; as for the shopkeeper, they had already flashed away.

For a moment, the inn was suffocatingly silent.

- Until someone pushed open the door of the inn.

As the door was pushed open, a hot air rushed in.

The Red Wind Desert has been hot and dry for many years, blowing evil winds, even in the gentle area on the edge, there are constant large and small air currents, although it is rarely mixed with irritable aura, but it is always uncomfortable to hit the body.

What came in was a group of people, seven, five men and two women, the cultivation was not high, and only one of them was in the Yuan Infant Stage.

"How many...... What do you want, what do you want?" the shopkeeper only felt sudden when he spoke, the Red Wind Desert was sparsely populated, he was also a small inn here, and he usually didn't see anyone for three or five days, why did so many people come today, is this going to happen something big?

"Just some tea. "The young man at the head is not the highest cultivation in this group, only the Jindan stage, although he looks a little arrogant, but his attitude is also kind.

Seven people sat down at two tables, and one table was headed by young people, and six people were seated.

There was only one person sitting at the other table, it was the one with the highest cultivation in this pile, in the early days of Yuan Ying, he was originally wearing a black veil, and he took it off after the store brought tea.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the position where the person was sitting was facing Mo Chuan, and as soon as Mo Chuan looked up, he clearly saw the person's face.

It was a face that anyone would never forget when they saw it.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is clear, the eyes are like stars, the bridge of the nose is straight, the complexion is fair but not the slightest feminine, and the deep eyes are like the purest obsidian, which can tightly entangle the soul of a person at a glance.

The man picked up the steaming tea in front of him, his five fingers were slender, it was a kind of perfection that was just right, and he smiled at Mo Chuan's gaze.

The vague warmth, the faint nostalgia, the tea gas is rising in wisps, and it is really a little illusory.