Chu Ran and Jing Qiuyu were separated in the Fairy Spirit Valley, and the two just met in Pingshui and formed a team temporarily. After the task was completed, each had its own things, whether it was Chu Ran or Jing Qiuyu, there were some things to do that could not be known to others, so the two of them separated very happily, one nodded and signaled, no more, turned around and left each other.

For Jing Qiuyu, why did he tell Chu Ran his most important secret, but because he wanted someone to remember him, not the current Jing Qiuyu, but the one who was once brilliant in the Dao Sect five hundred years ago. Even if the body is burned by the fire of Nanli, the indomitable soul will remain in the world forever. He has come out of the raging fire, and the vengeful soul has returned from hell to earth, and the world has forgotten him. The scythe of vengeance was raised, and he wanted someone to witness it, and it was a revenge, not a massacre.

Chu Ran is the only one who knows who he is, and he needs such a person to exist and be alert to him all the time, who he is.

And Chu Ran, Jing Qiuyu came to him, he was a very interesting person, the unjust soul who returned to the world from the fire hell should have been full of resentment and resentment, but his soul was still noble. It's so incredible, it really makes people want to defile that noble soul with their own hands. He realized very clearly that Jing Qiuyu was different from him. The more this is the case, the more people expect it, hatred is poison, a sharp blade, a shackle, hatred can be anything, and it alone cannot be an antidote.

I am in the midst of a sea of fire, my body is like a soldering iron, my heart is like a glacier, I am blind, I can't see the end, I can't find a way out. Only by drawing the whole world into the flames, and by keeping the world with me, can I find peace.

It was about Chu Ran who was too weak and harmless, he walked in the Fairy Spirit Valley, and in just a few days, he encountered several rounds of robberies. In the secret realm, this kind of bullying is not uncommon. No matter what the world, there is always no shortage of robbers and robbers.

And Chu Ran is a wolf in sheep's clothing, he is more fierce than anyone else in his bones, bloodthirsty than anyone else, but he has grown a weak and harmless body, a cold and handsome face. There are always some people with bad eyes who come to look for death.

Those who robbed him ended up with their bones broken inch by inch, stripped all over their bodies, leaving only a pair of underpants and lying on the ground like dead dogs.

"I will not kill you. Chu Ran's face was cold, and his voice was cold and warm, like the cold and damp qi in this Immortal Spirit Valley, "Whether you can survive or not depends on your luck." ”

He turned around and left.

"Ahh

Those who were hiding in the shadows came out and stabbed through those few hearts with a knife, and the rich smell of blood overshadowed the fragrance of the grass and trees. This is the person who was robbed by these people and escaped by luck. Evildoers always have so many knives hanging over their heads, and there are always hateful eyes peeping at them in the dark, like shadows, and once they seize the opportunity, they will never die.

Blood-clotting grass likes shade and grows on the shade side of the mountains. Chu Ran picked herbs along the road, and after three days, he finally came to the shady side of Cong Mountain. Unlike the sunny side, the shady side is rainy, continuous drizzle, damp and cold. The grass and trees are stained with rainwater, and the washed mountains and forests are dusty, verdant and vibrant.

It was a continuous hillside, with green grass and countless medicinal herbs and spirit herbs sandwiched in the grass, mixed together, and it was difficult to distinguish them without careful identification. Chu Ran held an oil-paper umbrella, with a snow-white umbrella surface and ink-colored umbrella bones. He carried a medicine basket behind him, and sometimes bent down to step on the herbs in the grass on the hillside.

Hematophyllum is scarce, and often only one grows in a large patch of grass. However, Chu Ran didn't mind, because in addition to the Blood Condensation Grass, there were many other spirit grasses growing on this hillside, all of which were spirit stones, and it would take some effort at most.

When the Wang family arrived, what they saw was a slender young man in black clothes and red clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella, bending down to collect medicine. The drizzle is continuous, the mountains are steep, the distant mountains are like daisies, and the nearby plants and trees are verdant, just like an ink painting of empty mountains and new rain, and the painting and the youth complement each other.

"Are you sure it's him?" Wang Xingyi asked the people around him.

"It's him, it's him!" a tall and thin monk beside him hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't be deceived by him, he is ruthless and kills people like numbness!

"Did you smell anything?" Wang Xingyi said suddenly.

"What smell?" said the monk beside him, stunned when he heard this.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Xingyi suddenly burst out loud, pushed the monk away, the sword was unsheathed, and a sword stabbed down, and a thin green snake lay motionless on the grass.

"Ahh

I saw a slender snake burst out of the grass and slammed into the face of the tall and thin monk. In the blink of an eye, the monk's face turned blue, and for a moment he stiffened, and fell backwards to the ground.

Babbling.

There was a sound of rustling on the grass, and Wang Xingyi and a group of people behind him suddenly felt numb.

There was a trembling and crawling sound among the grass.

I saw countless green snakes crawling out and crawling towards the corpse of the tall and thin monk in front of me.

The next scene made this group of iron-blooded men shudder.

"Young master, he ...... Why is he okay!" asked a monk beside Wang Xingyi in a trembling voice.

Wang Xingyi glanced at the oil-paper umbrella in front of him with a complicated gaze, his posture was casual and casual, like a thin boy walking in the woods. Grass and beasts are more sensitive than humans, and they trust their intuitive senses more than humans who rely on their own eyes to see the world, people, things, and things, so they will not be blinded by their eyes. That young man had a cold aura on his body that made even cold-blooded, poisonous reptiles and beasts jealous and afraid.

"Let's go!" said Wang Xingyi through gritted teeth.

The shadowy side of the mountains, the poisonous things, the place of death.

For a long time, no one dared to set foot in it.

This time he was the one who held it up!

Wang Xingyi took his men and fled in a hurry. This seemingly picturesque hillside meadow, under the grass and spirit grass, I don't know how many highly poisonous things are hidden, and the slightest carelessness has become their rations.

Chu Ran dug out a blood-clotting grass with a heart, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, around him, a faint smell of blood lingered, countless slender green snakes lay in the grass, the rain washed their corpses, along with the rain, snake blood seeped into the land, nourishing this grass.

Why can so much spiritual grass grow in this hillside grass? Why does the spiritual grass here grow better than other places? With spiritual blood as nourishment, the corpses rot into the mud, and the spiritual grass that grows is more lush than other places.

After the ten blood condensation grasses were collected, Chu Ran left this shady hillside and walked towards the next location.

Half an hour later, he came to a vast lake, and in front of it was a dense forest. Chu Ran was a little thirsty, came to the lake, took out a jade pot, and scooped a pot of water.

But suddenly a person ran out of the woods in front of him, covered in blood, and when the man saw Chu Ran, his eyes lit up, and he ran in front of him in a few steps.

"Help me!" the man fainted as soon as he closed his eyes and fell forward.

fainted, and didn't forget to hug Chu Ran's legs with both hands.

"......" Chu Ran, who was inexplicably hugged by someone's thigh.

Chu Ran looked at the bloody man who fell to the ground, wearing a light yellow shirt, wearing a white jade crown on his head, and a light purple gem inlaid on the crown, that gem contained infinite aura, it was a defensive spirit treasure. There is a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and he is wearing boots on his feet, which are known as thousands of miles of gods, and he is wearing at least hundreds of millions of spirit stones.

This is a local tyrant!

There is no humanity in the trenches!

How can such a local tyrant not be saved?

So Chu Ran continued to scoop water with the jade pot, and after filling it with water, he put the jade pot away. Then he got up and took a few steps forward, picked up the man with one hand, pressed it into the water, pressed it down, brought it up, pressed it down, and brought it up again......

The local tyrant was not drowned by him.

After a few strokes, the man was completely clean, and his blood was washed away.

Chu Ran threw him on the ground, only to see that his black hair was wet, his face was pale, and his lips were not bloody, but his facial features were handsome, and his appearance was noble and handsome. But looking at the appearance, temperament and clothing, it must be a family again.

Chu Ran secretly thought, there seemed to be too many families from Fairy Spirit Valley this year, and the quality of the families that came was too good.

Seeing that the inhumane local tyrant was about to run out of gas, Chu Ran took out a pill and fed it to Narao Zheng kindly fed him a few mouthfuls of water, of course, the water after he took a bath.

I don't know how long it took for Chen Liuyi to wake up.

When he opened his eyes, it was already dark, full of stars twinkling, blurry and cold.

Saved!

Chen Liuyi got up and sat up straight, he swept his eyes to the side, and saw Chu Ran sitting on his left. The young man in ink and red clothes is cold and handsome, his eyebrows are extremely delicate, but he is cold and unapproachable. In front of him was an endless lake, under the moon, the surface of the lake was sparkling, and the lake was deep and secluded.

"You saved me, thank you. Chen Liuyi said.

Chu Ran turned his head and looked at him.

Chen Liuyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were as cold and unfathomable as the water of this lake.

"You think I'm a good person?" Chu Ran said in a faint voice.

"You saved me, you are. Chen Liuyi didn't understand why he was like this, but he still answered honestly.

Chu Ran looked at him with a faint gaze and said, "I'm not, so I didn't want to save you." ”

"You held my feet and refused to let go, I had no choice but to save you. Chu Ran said.

"Ahem...... "Chen Liuyi, whose cheek has not yet been cultivated to such a thick level.

"Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and good people will be rewarded. Chen Liuyi said.

"Are you reminding me that I can actually cut off your hand?" Chu Ran's voice was particularly cold under the cold moonlight.

"......" Chen Liuyi.

"In order to save you, I used an extremely precious elixir, which I used to save my life. Chu Ran's voice was faint, and a blood stain flowed from the corner of his lips at the right time.

"!!!!!" Chen Liuyi.

Chen Liuyi, who hurried up, took out a superb defensive spirit treasure, handed it over, and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring tone: "The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, please accept it!"

Chu Ran looked at the defensive spirit treasure in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled, "Where is it, when you see that the road is uneven, you should draw a sword to help." ”

Then, he stretched out his hand and took the spirit treasure.

Chen Liuyi felt his heart congested, what about the good life-saving grace promised by himself? His eyes secretly glanced at the young man in ink, the color of the young man was really handsome, even if he was used to seeing all kinds of colors and did not spare Chen Liuyi, he had to admit that this young man's beauty was shocking, obviously he was an extremely cold person, but he made people look like he had seen the extremely thick and bright colors of the world at a glance, and he was cold and cold, cold and demonic.

If it was him, he would be willing to make a personal promise, Chen Liuyi secretly said in his heart.

"A knife on the head of the color word. Chu Ran said in a casual tone, "The person who had ill intentions towards me last time is probably still in retreat and cultivation. ”

Chen Liuyi didn't know why, but his expression was sneering, and he quickly turned his head, knowing that he had been discovered by peeking.

"Cultivating the Sunflower Treasure Book. Chu Ran said, his tone was quiet, "If you want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace." ”

He was reluctant to cut off the root of the evil, so I kindly solved the problem for him. Chu Ran said.

"......" Chen Liuyi.

Chen Liuyi, Uncle Shi is right, beauties are all murderous!