In the prosperous era of cultivation, monks are everywhere, and there are thousands of ordinary monks like Ganxie. Not to mention the giant cultivation sect like the Zhangtian Society, even if it is placed in the third- or fourth-rate cultivation sect, it is also an extremely inconspicuous character.

If it's gone, it's gone, and there can't be the slightest ripple.

The Tiaohe River flows northward, and the schools of sturgeon swim up the river one after another, disappearing at the end of the Tiaohe River.

The mysterious river coffin at the bottom of the river has not changed, and the people in the coffin have forgotten the rings of the years, do not know the changes of the four seasons, and are diligent in repairing, intoxicated and do not know the way back.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall.

In the blink of an eye, it is the third year that Gan Xie has disappeared.

On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is like a silver plate, the galaxy is splendid, and the falling meteors are intertwined into a brilliant canopy.

The world is vast and beautiful.

In the middle of the forgotten Tiaohe River, a ray of blue light rushed out of the water, and the purple gas lingered around the blue light, and there was a little golden light floating inside. It was Gan Xie who floated in the void in the blue light, and the eyebrows of the two heavy swords were deeply inserted into the sideburns, as if they had disappeared into the endless sky.

Peerless, heroic, and mighty as a god was born.

Gan Xie pinched a finger in his right hand, and the green light quickly restrained a five-colored dice at his feet, and the light of the dice was also restrained, flying in the sky and heading east. He prayed in his heart that he would no longer be so tragic and unlucky.

At the bottom of the river where the blue light appeared, the bronze powder slowly dissolved in the river water and slowly floated towards the surface of the water. When a burst of fish passed, the waves carried the bronze powder away. The bronze coffin was parked as if nothing had happened.

Three hundred miles to the east, but see that there is a section and a half ring of the Tiaohe River, from south to east, and then turn to the north, the water flows from north to west. To the east of the semi-ring road, there is a large-scale town, with thousands of lights and a lively atmosphere.

Gan Xie stopped in a remote place outside the town, and his eyebrows were too eye-catching to be told. Once someone tracks it down, it's just too easy. As he walked, he thought of a countermeasure, and suddenly saw a tailor shop in a corner outside the town, with a faint oil lamp inside. Thinking that he had almost no experience in the rivers and lakes, he didn't dare to go rashly, but his footsteps still approached intentionally or unintentionally.

The tailor shop is an ordinary house with no loud signs, and a gray wooden sign is hung on the wall of loess mud with a tailor shop carved on it. In this regard, Gan Xie is a little close. In the past, the tailor shop in Storm Village was not much different from this, and it was vaguely inferior to this one.

"When the little customer came to the tailor shop in Dagu Town, he was quite hesitant, didn't he think it was a black shop? Ouch, this can damage the honor of our family!" said a coquettish female voice.

Gan Xie was stunned, became more vigilant, opened the curtain and walked in. There is no counter in the store, and the walls are square spaces with many gorgeous robes inside. In the south corner stood a young man with his hands on his chest, without eyebrows, and extremely gloomy. There was a bit of a dilemma for a while.

"The little customer's clothes obviously don't fit, and there are a few sets in the small store that fit very well, as long as the little customer likes it, just take it away. It was still a woman's voice that spoke, and Gan Xie was sure that it wasn't the young man without eyebrows who was speaking.

Gan Xie was very nervous, but he didn't want to be scared away like this, so after careful selection, he took a fancy to a set of Kowloon gold robes, a bright yellow hat, and a pair of dragon head bead boots. He didn't say anything, just his gaze lingered for a little longer.

"This is the purple and gold robe of the Nine Dragons God of War, if the Dao is enough, it can resist the full force of the seventh-order demon beast. The hat doesn't particularly fit, but it hides your eyebrows. Dragon War Boots, at a young age, the eyes are really vicious. The woman's voice paused for a moment and continued, "There are three sets of purple and gold robes of the Nine Dragons God of War, plus hats and boots, which happens to be a red spirit crystal. ”

Gan Xie's face changed slightly, and his brows furrowed.

Like the robes of ordinary disciples of the Zhangtian Society, there is a maximum of one or two silvers, and many robes can be made into several sets for one or two silvers. The robes really have to be exchanged for the spirit crystals of the cultivation realm, which means that there are some defensive magic weapons, but there are very few robes at the level of real cultivation magic weapons. The Palm Heaven Society can be called a magic weapon-level robe, but there are only thirteen pieces.

The value of a red spirit crystal, even for the great cultivators of the Heavenly Realm, is definitely a lot of value.

"You get what you pay for. It's not that they're expensive, it's that they're worth so much on their own. The woman's voice said indifferently.

Gan Xie took out a red blood spirit crystal, and the red blood light stained the entire tailor shop red, and the face of the young man without eyebrows gradually appeared green, and there seemed to be a ghost fire burning slowly under his skin.

"Rich man!" the woman said in a very flat voice.

You must know that once this red-blooded spirit crystal is released, it will definitely cause a big fight. Even if it is the high-ranking Wuzheng, he will definitely be interested in participating in the competition, but he will not rob it openly.

Suddenly, three purple and gold robes of the Nine Dragons God of War, a bright yellow hat, and a pair of orange dragon boots appeared in front of Gan Xie's eyes. Later, a pair of silver-white gloves also floated in front of Ganxie's eyes. Gan Xie gently flicked the spirit crystal up, took the robe, hat, boots, and gloves in his hand and observed them one by one, and then put them into the snakeskin pouch. The spirit crystal in the sky was swallowed up by a flash of green light.

Gan Xie walked out of the tailor's shop and decided to leave the town immediately, but before he could get into the sky, he heard someone talking behind him, and when he looked sideways, it was the green-faced boy with no eyebrows.

"Are you Gan Xie who disappeared three years ago?" said the young man without eyebrows, "Since you disappeared, your sect has not made any search. A year ago, the news of your death had spread, and I heard that it was a housekeeper of the Tiannan Jin family who had seen a corpse that resembled you. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Gan Xie in a deep voice.

"By the way!" the young man without eyebrows threw over a golden heart goggle, slowly turned around and walked into the tailor's shop, "My mother has tested your red blood spirit crystal, it should be from the snake saliva pond in Zhen Snake Mountain, and it is genuine." In this way, we have taken a big advantage, and counting this piece of heart guard, it is a fair deal. ”

"Thank you!" Gan Xie put away his heart shield and immediately disappeared outside Dagu Town.

There are 30,000 miles from Central Continent to the Southern Regions, and if you are in a hurry, you will naturally choose the Golden Fetal Stone Teleportation Circle.

Gan Xie didn't want to make any extraneous branches, so he wanted to sneak back to the Palm Heaven Society, so he could only fly in the sky by himself. Avoid all the bustling towns along the way and go to the more marginal areas. There is no reason for idleness, and there is no place for others, but it has not delayed the journey.

That night, he was resting in a small temple in the middle of nowhere. As he approached, several heavy breaths came, mixed with cries and chokings. He hid alertly behind the Buddha statue and quietly looked in the direction of the door.

A group of seven people rushed into the small temple one by one, and the first one was holding a young man about nine years old, all of them covered in blood, as if they had rolled out of a pool of blood.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Where there are rivers and lakes, there is vendettas.

After 10,000 years, this inferior nature of the human race has never been eliminated.

"Yuan Shimen was a bully, and Elder Wu designated the old man as a demon sect spy and slaughtered Zhou Zhuang Manzhuang. Those well-dressed disciples of the Yuan Shimen 'raped' the three young ladies in public, making them die blindly. Now, the master only has this bit of blood and bones left, and we can't protect the master, how can this be good?"

The old man holding the boy couldn't cry anymore, put the boy aside, knelt in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said again and again: "Buddha, Buddha, you can manifest your spirit to save the innocent people!"

The young man's face was expressionless, he didn't say a word, he reached out and touched the blood stains on his face, slowly clenched his fist, and a strange blood light appeared in the heart of his fist.

Gan Xie was secretly surprised, although he didn't fully understand, he could probably guess a thing or two.

At this moment, the aura of several monks surrounded him from afar.

Gan Xie was worried, if he was too late, he would also suffer, and then he appeared, scaring everyone who was already a frightened bird. When everyone saw this man in the golden robe of the Nine Dragons, their nerves were about to break.

"If you want to keep this little brother, you can only choose to believe me. I'll take him away at once, and you should know what to do. ”

"Who are you?" The old man in Huajia is no longer the crying old man, but a twilight hero full of fighting spirit, which makes Gan Xie can't help but admire, "There are more treacherous people in the world, even if we die in battle, we don't want to die in humiliation!"

Gan Xie took out the token of the disciple of the Palm Heaven Society and said, "I am a disciple of the Palm Heaven Society, and I am about to rush to Tiannan. I will take your young master back to Tiannan, but I can completely avoid the tracking of the Yuan Shi Gate. ”

"Thank you little hero for coming to the rescue!" The old man took out a storage bag from his arms, handed it to Gan Xie with both hands, and said: "Little hero, the young master of my family is called Zhou Yan, he is nine years old, he doesn't like to talk by nature, and he doesn't know much literacy. This storage bag was prepared by my master for the young master, with the ancestral cultivation methods and supernatural powers of the Zhou family, as well as an ancestral broken magic weapon. All this, please. ”

When the old man saw Gan Xie take the storage bag, he wanted to kneel down and worship, Gan Xie stretched out his hand to support it, and the old man exclaimed: "The little hero's Taoism is so good?"

"They've caught up, I have to leave!" Gan Xie's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he clamped Zhou Yan under his arm, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The old man and the other six slowly glanced at each other, and the six of them committed suicide by slashing their necks one after another. The old man laughed, tears welled up, and a ball of fire shot out of his palm, turning the small temple into a sea of fire.

At this time, more than ten breaths arrived, and there was also a holy realm breath.

They were all dressed in the costumes of the inner disciples of the Yuan Shi Sect, and they were all full of ambition, talking and laughing.

Gan Xie did not leave, but hid in the shadows to observe, observing the actions of these disciples of the so-called righteous and famous sects.

Zhou Yan's face was expressionless, or he was born with that expression, without shedding a single tear.

Is this a person who has no joys and sorrows?

Gan Xie looked at the young man next to him in shock, thinking that he could still pretend to be pitiful at will at this age. In comparison, he is much worse than this young man.

When the fire gradually went out, the people of the Yuan Shimen left.

Gan Xie and Zhou Yan never left.

At dawn, a cloud rises from the east, followed by the coming sun, which means that a new day is about to begin.

Gan Xie looked at Tongyun quietly.

Zhou Yan looked at Tongyun quietly.

The morning glow erupts from behind the clouds like a flame, and the glow shines on the heavens and the earth.

"Big brother, I want to learn the method of killing people from you, and I want revenge!"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth to speak, only to see that the clouds that set off the morning glow collapsed directly, exposing a large fireball to the sky and the earth in an instant.

At this moment, there is not a single cloud in the sky, not a trace of wind.

"The clouds are impermanent!" Gan Xie said slowly, "As soon as you open your mouth, you can scatter the clouds, and in the future, you will be called the clouds." Come back to Tiannan with me first, and if you have the chance, I will bring you to the Palm Heaven Society to practice. The matter of seeking revenge from Yuan Shimen is afraid that it will be an extremely long process, and we must have enough patience. Otherwise, it is self-defeating. ”

Zhou Yan blinked slightly and did not speak.

A gray cloud slowly hung up in the sky, motionless.