After the lonely guest went to the lonely boat, he dropped that sentence, very quickly and did not let anyone follow him, and then successfully withdrew and returned to the Sealed Sword Tower

Burial of corpses on the banks of the river. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Fake Immortal first brought a group of people over to dig a pit and bury the corpses, one, two, three, four, five, to bury all the dead colleagues in the corpse collector's headquarters, and then he threw money and invited drummers, and it was lively for several days. After that, the people who came to inquire came to offer condolences, including ordinary people who had received the favor of the corpse collectors, and there were also some forces that usually traded with these lower ninth-rate people, such as the black market, and even the Loyal Martyrs' Mansion.

The rugged passers were the last to receive the news and finally decided to come.

"Qin Fake Immortal, why are you crying here?"

"Woo woo woo, my boss is dead, why can't I cry!"

Qin Fake Immortal was holding the white flag, and he was sincerely shedding tears. As in the rumors, this first debater in martial arts, Zhongyuan, who started as a corpse collector, is a little red, with a square face, crooked eyebrows and a wide mouth, and a little red on Xiaobai's face, I can't tell if my nose has always been like this, or I pulled out my nose while crying: "Qiluren, you are not educating Young Master Jin, why did you come here?" ”

"I'm here to find someone."

After fighting with Qin Xiaochuan by the river of burial corpses, the passers-by were still haunted by a certain sentence and remembered it deeply, especially when they were approached by Jin Yulan because of Xiao Zhuying's matter. Looking at the grave one, two, three, four, five...... I flipped through it all the way, and sure enough, I didn't see a familiar name, and I didn't feel a familiar atmosphere here.

Passerby: "Really......"

"Sure enough, it's something!" Qin Fake Immortal stroked his nose sadly. Although the old brothers by the riverside of the burial corpse are usually mysterious and secretive, I heard that there is a boss who has never been seen above, but they have taken care of him for many years, and once they were killed at this time, Qin Fake Immortal has remembered the murderer in his heart.

"The corpse collector organization no longer exists, what will you do in the future, Qin Fake Immortal?"

The absence of this organization in the Central Plains is very relieving. For a long time, the people of Qilu were very worried about whether this organization, which seemed to be kind to people but was actually connected to the black market, would be a hidden move by the Ouyang family. But he guessed wrong. There's no need to worry about it now.

"I'm going to pack up my inheritance first!"

Qin Fake Immortal did not hesitate. He was the only one left to collect the corpse, and even if the Iron Flute Gong hadn't passed on the book to him before his disappearance, everything here would naturally be inherited by him. Since then, Qin Yuan, a wealthy man who is full of arrogance in the martial arts, has lived a long time without worrying about spending, and almost has half of the black market as a backing for the sale of stolen goods. Until one day, he was approached by a creditor......

At this time.

The creditor was still lying in the coffin, and was dragged all the way into the sword tower by the sword master.

Whoever digs out his heart will surely die; The demon who has dug out his heart will never continue to be alive and kicking again. Qin Xiaochuan, who was sealed in the coffin, felt that his heart was dripping blood, but it was strange that he did not fall into death immediately, as if he was really stabbed in the heart by the Demon Flow Sword on the lonely peak that day, but he still maintained the vitality of his body and recovered in a very short time.

It's just that he lost his demon heart and had no source of strength, Qin Xiaochuan couldn't do anything and could only be dragged all the way. His mind gradually fell into emptiness with the loss of blood, and the last voice of the Faun seemed to have heard in his ears: I am leaving.

The sword of the five elements is not fully constructed, and if you use more power than you can do, the consequence is that the five elements in your body are out of balance. Sigh Xiqi saw the flaw, and used blood to divert water, extinguish the fire in the sword, and lead the civil and engineering to fight. Qin Xiaochuan Buddha Yuan was overdrawn and could no longer balance with the demonic power, and several forces rushed down his body and fell directly into a demonized state. At that time, his feet had already grown plant roots, and if it weren't for Xi Xiqi's move to sever the connection between the demon hearts, maybe a large Lingzhi would appear in the Jiuchi Sword Spring.

But because of this, the trace of divine consciousness that the Faun God left in Qin Xiaochuan's body completely dissipated. In short, trapped in the black coffin, Qin Xiaochuan could no longer feel the existence of the faun, and the whole person fell into complete loneliness. The only sanity he had left forced him to stay awake all the way, listening to the sound of the coffin being dragged in his ears, completely unaware of what his future would become.

'You killed him?' The lonely guest came back to his life and couldn't help but ask.

A sigh of wonder came slowly: 'I'm saving him.' ’

Other! Please let it go! Don't go back to the Sword Tower!

There was a thump in the coffin, as if someone was powerless to kick his feet. The corner of the lonely guest's eyes twitched, confirming that the person was indeed alive, and stopped talking. Under the high pressure of the same sword master, he actually hoped that he could have someone by his side, especially since this person was still a nominal colleague.

It's good that you didn't die.

The others could not immediately determine Qin Xiaochuan's safety. Rin Ruomei mobilized all the power in her hands, and even managed to contact Yi Qiunian and a group of people who were at ease among the mountains and rivers. Feng Lingyun, who has the most friends in martial arts, came forward to clean up the mess of the inn, changed the place, and rebuilt the nest of a group of people. Under the intervention of Fujido, who came all the way from Dongwulin, the new inn was still built near the public pavilion, and it was still named Tongfu Inn, and it was not changed to a family from all over the world according to Feng Lingyun's preferences.

The big shopkeeper who escaped from the inn was found again, and the cold sword white fox sent the news of the safety of the moon vortex, and the death of the old man of the beast flower was also sent to call Yuanshu to inform Qi Luosheng. Sword Nameless once confronted the incoming offender, but lost due to the weakness of his wrist wheels, and only one breath remained, and was saved by the snow in the fire and went to the Kui Mu Forest.

All in all, all was well, except for someone who disappeared again.

"How long are you going to blame yourself?"

The forest is full of greenery, dark but quiet. In the fire, the snow-white clothes were dust-free, sitting on the branches, and the white hair naturally fell, like a white line hanging from the sky. She sat quietly on a high place, turning her eyes downward, coldly questioning the man who had remained in a position since she was awake.

Sword Nameless remained physically and mentally silent, leaning against the roots of the tree, like an immutable statue. His hands were covered in gauze and had been drugged. It's just that medicine can only heal the body, but it can't heal the deep wounds in the heart.

After all, they have been together for many years, and they can be regarded as friends who can talk to Xue in the fire. Under the increasingly sharp eyes of the sword nameless on the treetops, he finally spoke: "My sword has been lost." His voice was low, as if it was no different from usual, and only familiar people could hear the subtle depression hidden under his tone.

On the day of the destruction of the inn, although Yi Qiunian was not present at the time, the sword was nameless and was also restrained by the ordinary people around him who did not know martial arts. But the person he faced had never really taken out a sword, and his swordsmanship was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people in martial arts.

Snow in the fire still can't forget that battle. Since Fang Chengzi confessed to being punished, she hadn't felt such pressure for a long time.

"Humph!"

Xue in the fire, who seemed to be cold but was actually hot-tempered, listened to the answer of his companion under the tree, and finally couldn't bear it, and dropped a cold snort of gritted teeth, and suddenly turned into a white shadow, causing a shock to the treetops, and he had left the Kuimu Forest and didn't know where to go.

Sword Nameless raised his head slightly, unable to see the snow in the fire, and lowered his head again and let out an inaudible sigh. On the other side of the Kuimu Forest, the blind saint of the day before the day before the Buddha Gate stopped lightly a zhang away, her gray monk's robe covered with long hair, her eyes stared for a moment, slowly put down a basket of food in the shadow of the tree root, and left silently.

In the Kuimu forest, the snow in the fire is not good at cooking.

How to feed a lifeless wounded person was a real struggle for the rest of the inn.

Rushing all the way to the south, he almost didn't spew out a white gas in the clouds, and the snow in the fire stepped on the thirteenth peak of the proud peak, the white clothes almost merged with the surrounding snowscape, the long hair mopped the floor, the expression was cold, and the scorching fire swept all around with a raised sleeve, and the snow melted into water, and was condensed into ice by the sudden drop in temperature three zhang away.

The snow in the fire climbed step by step to the thirteenth peak of the proud peak, leaving an ice road wherever it passed! Not extinguishing the fire is like the flame burning in her heart at the moment, so that Aofeng's strange low temperature must also be avoided.

"Come out!" The snow in the fire snorted coldly.

A long sword with a strange style, with a white and brown scabbard, came from the icy wind and landed on the ice, blocking the way of the fire and snow three feet away. At the same time, Cold Frost City appeared at the same time with Yoshiko Leng Drunk. Leng Zui once traveled to the Central Plains, rested at the inn, and recognized the snow in the fire just about to speak. I saw that the wind around me changed, the scattered snowflakes melted again, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the temperature around me rose!

This is the edge of the 10th peak.

"All living beings are like dreams without love, and attachment is a thousand sorrows. Dare to ask what love should be? Three-foot autumn water comes with cause and effect. "From the beginning of the poem, the shadow came, and a cold and beautiful dream-like figure appeared in the hazy ice mist.

At this time, in the ice and snow, two peerless beauties stood facing each other, one with white hair and white clothes was as cold as snow, and the other was black and purple as illusory as a dream. In fact, the two of them standing together was enough to make the Aofeng ice shake. Leng Yun first noticed that something was wrong: "Well......"

The Swordweaver stepped back and retreated into the tenth peak, allowing the snow and ice in the wind to drown himself once more as the temperature changed.

At this time, he was drunk but could no longer speak. He never imagined that the appearance of Snow and Leng Yun standing together in the fire would be so eye-catching. I never thought that the white-haired ice posture that always hid itself in the shade of the trees in the Kuimu Forest would be so in contrast to the ice and snow of the proud peak.

"Leng Xuan!" Cold Frost City's gaze was locked on Leng Yun from the beginning, and when he saw her retreating, he unconsciously moved forward, and was forced back by the temperature.

"You have a flame on you that I've never seen before." Leng Yun raised his sleeves to calm the restlessness of Aofeng.

When the snow in the fire saw the main master, he also temporarily pressed the fire in his heart.

Leng Drunk came back to his senses at this time, and still remembered to help an acquaintance introduce: "Senior Leng Yun, this is a friend of Brother Xiao and Third Brother Qin, Senior ...... of the Fire in the Fire of Kui Mu Forest" The voice was still in a trance, and he was looked at by the cold frost city on the side without a trace.

Leng Yun looked directly at the snow in the fire, and his eyes were calm and clear.

"I want you to help me reforge these swords!" The snow in the fire did not drag the mud and water, and with a lift of his hand, a pair of broken swords clanged and fell on the ice beneath his feet. That sword was the same sword Nameless had used recently.

The sword can be broken and reforged. If people's hearts are broken, can they also be cheered up by this? Losing Fang Chengzi and losing his original concern, now Huozhongxue has friends again and a new bond in the world. She feels that life is good at this time, and she doesn't plan to change it.

"Yes." Leng Yun looked at the sword on the ice, and the broken sword clearly bears the mark of the master, and he is a rare blade master. The swordweaver was overjoyed when he saw the hunt, and did not feel that it was an offense.

Frost City was a little unhappy. Since he got the Heavenly Clouds, he seemed to feel that he had reached some kind of tacit understanding with Leng Yun, "Leng Yun ......" his attitude was very disapproving, and he put away his eyes to look at Yoshiko, and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, vaguely hostile, which immediately caused the impatience of the snow in the fire.

"Hmm-" The atmosphere suddenly became tense, but at this moment, a wisp of inviting flute came from below the peak. The sound of the flute is melodious and penetrating, but it also makes Cold Frost City look even more ugly.

"It's him." Leng Yun was calm and natural, and put away the fingertip sword intent that was about to stop.

It is a sword in the Xiao that is practicing alone at the foot of Aofeng Mountain.

Huo Zhongxue glanced at Cold Frost City, and then looked at Leng Yun, with three points of disapproval in his eyes. But this is someone else's business, she has already achieved her intention, and she doesn't want to stay in such a cold and snowy place for long. Taking a step, when she passed sideways with Cold Frost City, the blazing breath forced both the Leng father and son to retreat, and she left another cold snort, and the sound of the flute turned away.

Below the peak, there is a stream of water, which is the source of the snow water after the ice and snow have melted.

Facing the heavy palm prints left by the martial idiot on the side of the mountain, Xiao Zhongjian was dressed in a black big hat, white hair and shawl, and quietly played the bamboo flute.

After feeling the breath of snow in the fire, the sound of the flute stopped.

"I already know about the inn." Xiao Zhongjian turned to face the snow in the fire. "Why don't you come!" A flash of fire turned into a sharp sword intent and struck head-on, turning all the greenery that had grown nearby with great difficulty into coke. Xiao Zhongjian's expression did not move, and he raised his hand to lead, and he was already using the imaginary word trick:

"Because, someone sent a letter."

Retracting the sword intent, although the white-clothed and white-haired woman was covered in flames, it made people feel like ice. As soon as she raised her hand, she found an open letter in her finger. The awkward calligraphy on the envelope that belonged to Qin Xiaochuan made her anger stop for a while.

Looking at Xiao Zhongjian again, Xue Zhongxue in the fire was noncommittal, shook off the letter, and raised his eyebrows: "Shui Yuan?" ”