It's really just a little bit of trouble. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yuyangjun is still in the mood to send a letter to complain, which shows that the matter itself is not troublesome. Now that the situation in the Northern Martial Arts has been decided, the Southern Martial Arts will not move, and the Eastern Martial Arts need to clear out the most threatening remnants of the Blood List before anyone with a heart takes action. There is only one person who can accompany Qin Xiaochuan to make a conspiracy around him, and Yuyangjun is alone, and the Lion Kingdom is thousands of miles away from Dongwulin, so it is no wonder that this person has written several times to complain.

Just get used to it and ignore it.

Qin Xiaochuan wrapped up the note and popped out of the window with a bang. Yi Qiunian touched his beard and continued the topic just now: "Over there in the Demon Sword Dao, I will wait for an opportunity to explore." ”

First of all, start with the lonely peak where the Wind Scar lives, and see how much obsession the old friend who is still calm has with the truth of Zhutian's death.

Qin Xiaochuan glanced at Lhotse Shang and said, "Styx painter, leave it to me." He always felt that these minions didn't need to talk nonsense with him, just cut them off. Yi Qiunian didn't know much about Qin Xiaochuan's style of doing things at this time, and he didn't have any opinions out of trust in his friends. On the contrary, Lhotse Shang probably saw something and took a few more looks with interest.

"Then it was decided. Yi Qiunian raised his hand and stroked his beard: "Let's go our separate ways!"

Both acted decisively.

Qin Xiaochuan went directly to the Styx painter's lair, Hanging Yellow Spring. It was a dark and eerie cave-like place, but the space was large, with stalagmites standing on the ground and ropes hanging from the sky all kinds of picture scrolls everywhere, and the simple white paper was painted with strange contents with ink pens, all of which were interpretations of death.

The white-robed man strolled around. A gust of wind blows, and in the extremely quiet space, the paper is slowly blown and makes a slight sound.

"This one is a lonely wolf, and this volume should be a little monk Puyu...... It's really strange that Lhotse merchants didn't see it. Well, this one is ......" Qin Xiaochuan stopped in front of a picture. The portrait has just been completed, and it depicts a woman in a gauze dress wearing a flower crown on her head, her face is lifelike, but her eyes are closed, and her lips are a little ink like blood, "This painting...... I bookmarked. ”

Qin Xiaochuan raised his hand to take down the scroll, with no expression, as if he didn't have any emotions in his heart. At this moment, a slow, strange voice came from behind and chanted:

"A painter of the River Styx, Danqing hangs the Yellow Spring, moves with a trace of blood, and lives and dies in an instant. ”

Light and shadow flicker.

A strange figure appeared silently behind him, as if he had been standing here before, but had not been noticed. The Styx painter was holding a tube of ink-soaked pen in his hand, and a strange smile appeared on his lips, especially when he saw that the person who came took the portrait of Hua Ji Ji Wuhua into his arms, "This benevolent brother, don't tell you, isn't this right?" The Styx painter was dressed in a blue and black cloth shirt, except for the pen in his hand, he couldn't see where he looked like a martial arts person. He was half-bald on the top of his head, and his face could not be said to be ugly, but his nose and deep eyes gave people an indescribable sense of gloom, even in an unhurried voice.

Qin Xiaochuan said: "The person on the painting is my friend. Isn't it good that you don't tell her to take her look?" he said in a calm tone, and when he turned around, he was plain, and did not let the Styx painter see that something was wrong. In the eyes of the Styx painters, this man is handsome in appearance and has a temperament between young and old. Judging from the information of the person behind the scenes, this visitor once saved the life of the lonely wolf with superb swordsmanship in the Forbidden Rain Mountain, and killed a number of demons with Buddhist exercises by the Wanli River, and his origin and identity are very difficult to measure. Not long ago, this white-robed man also sabotaged the situation against Lhotse Shang by the Cold Moon River, and the hostility was already obvious, but it was not without a place to take advantage of.

It is probably because there are many people who come and go to the Yellow Spring during this time, and people who are too cautious often do not take action until they find out the details of the Styx painters. Qin Fake Immortal and the others, who dared to take action, were not afraid, so in the face of this white-robed visitor who had been included in the list of great enemies by those behind the scenes, the Styx painter felt that he was still very relaxed. "It turned out to be a friend of Your Excellency. I'm sorry, but I draw by inspiration, and I don't even know what kind of person I'm going to draw with my pen. As he spoke, he walked forward, and the Styx painter slowly placed his pen on a table of eight immortals in front of him. The tip of the pen shuddered, and a drop of thick ink fell on an unfinished scroll on the paper.

His eyes kept falling on the Styx painter, and Qin Xiaochuan naturally followed, and looked down at the desktop. The painting has actually been completed, and it is also a white-haired and white-robed man, holding a broken sword in his hand, holding his knee with one hand, as if vomiting blood.

"Well......" The person in the painting has no facial features, but it looks very familiar, "This painting is very good." Qin Xiaochuan looked at the half-finished product of his portrait on the picture, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart. However, the purpose of his visit to Hanging Huangquan this time was not to look at the paintings, and of course not to inquire about any news: "However, you don't have to continue painting." ”

When the Styx painter felt that something was wrong, a light had lit up in the darkness around him!

Like fireflies gathering into a sword in an instant, the entire dark and frozen space was shaken in an instant, and the wind was stagnant, making way for this sharp light, and it came from the hand of one man.

Qin Xiaochuan raised his sleeves, condensed the supreme sword in the world with a little light in his heart, cut through the darkness and cleansed the evil, and this sword did not hurt at all. With the blessing of the Five Elements Fire, you will even feel a little strange warmth.

The Styx painter's eyes slowly widened, and he felt that his neck was circling towards his limbs and limbs, and the warmth that made people want to fall asleep immediately: "You ......" The moment he exhaled, his head rose to the sky under the urging of the surging sword wind! A piece of drawing paper pasted on the body and broken neck, and the white-robed man would never have to fill in his facial features again, but had been soaked in the blood gushing out.

The white robe is stained with blood, whether he is a monk or a demon, Qin Xiaochuan will never be soft when he kills. After the experience of the rivers and lakes, he himself almost forgot the so-called compassion in his previous life. It is only when he recites the scriptures that the relics in place of the heart will forcibly teach him what compassion is.

“…… That's why this bodhichitta came about...... Forget it, rest in peace. "It's too dangerous to be a human being, don't be reincarnated as a human being.

In Tobu Forest.

It was also when Qin Xiaochuan set off to Hanging Huangquan without the slightest murderous aura, but he was indeed preparing to kill someone. Yuyangjun used a feather fan to hold a blue butterfly with flickering wings, and slowly followed the scent of insects left on the body of the slashing horse Nuguan, and tracked it to the exact location.

That's the newly opened Cha Tsai Noodle Restaurant, a small dirty storefront hidden in the middle of the city.

Yuyangjun leisurely recited the poem number, and at the same time stepped into the dark shop: "The mountains are prosperous, around the clouds, the fragrant buds are cold in the spring, and the fallen leaves are melting and withering." No one knows you, youlan in vain!" his voice was as elegant as an orchid, his face was handsome, and compared to the appearance of Fang Chengzi at the beginning, he gradually had a trace of personal characteristics that belonged to Youlan in vain. If you disguise it for too long, it will always make you tired, and then you will want to breathe.

"It turned out to be you!" Not far after the time passed, Che Zaimian untied his hat, revealing a sallow and ordinary middle-aged face. He was busy healing and expelling poison for the Horse Killing Nuguan, but from the hand of Yuyang Jun, whether it was the red qi that was difficult to pull out with the Red Earth move, or the black evil poison flow that reversed the true qi, it was not something that ordinary methods could deal with. I saw that the horse was angry, his knees were closed, his eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, his face was blue and black, lined with white hair and white eyebrows, as if he was not far from death.

"It's actually your ......" Che Zaimian put one hand against the only back of the heart of the slashing horse Nu Guan Wu, a pair of slightly drooping withered yellow eyes slowly looked at the person coming from the door, and his voice was gloomy and low: "Heihe Ghost Lan killed the city lord in vain, and the loser who was once abolished by Xuehai Wuyan, you still have the face to come back here." Hmph! It's no wonder that in the underworld, there will be people who offer a reward for the life of the horse and the angry pass, and it turns out that you are the one who made trouble!" "If it weren't for the fact that Che Zai Mian knew in advance that someone was going to deal with me, he wouldn't have appeared so timely. But at this time, when he saw Yuyang Jun Youlan who walked in from outside the door, he suddenly realized that the goal of the person in front of him was to lure himself out.

"Since you know me, you should understand that Heihe Guilan never does things that you are not sure about. Yuyangjun slowly shook the feather fan, and the blue butterfly waved its wings with his hand, as if ignoring the cold murderous aura when he suddenly opened his eyes, and even pierced through the two invisible sword qi in front of him like a phantom!

Then the blue ghost butterfly with a black ghost face painted on its pale blue wings slowly and comfortably folded its wings and rested on my only shoulder. The butterfly flutters its antennae, as if enjoying the alluring smell of insect incense that no one else can smell.

"The blood list is disbanded, Quan Tiantian has been missing for a long time, and there is another round of power change in the underworld, you can't escape, and you can't avoid my eyes and ears. Yuyang Jun said: "Back then, I dared to provoke Dongfang Yi, but now I won't be afraid of the unwarranted backstage behind you." Shall you listen to me before you do so?"

Che Zai's face was silent, and he secretly stopped the small action of slashing the horse angrily. "What do you want?" "The underworld has the rules of survival of the underworld, why do you have to fight for your life when you can negotiate!

The killer intermediary, sure enough, is more familiar and is a good negotiation partner.

Yuyangjun: "Lead the soul to Jiuquan for me!"

Then, with the Universe Theory Poison Lone Book as a bait, at the cost of the inheritance of the Black Yi Clan's poison that was like an empty city after losing the protection of Bi Feixiao, and for the purpose of dividing the world into the world of the Eastern Martial Arts Underworld in the future, he reached an agreement with the last person who was not in the hands of the Blood List Killer.

There is no one in the world who does not kill, except for the "Heaven" and "None" that are really uncontrollable, and the killing monks who have been named and given up do not leave the Buddha, there is no threat after the next Xudu. The coffin shop was successfully stationed in Dongwulin, accompanied by another hidden force that invaded the underworld.

When Qin Xiaochuan slashed the Styx painter and left the Hanging Yellow Spring alone, he happened to receive the next letter from Vain Youlan, with only four words on it: "I went back."

Tobu Lin has nothing to do. Qin Xiaochuan crumpled the flying book into a ball again, and with a flick of his fingers, he heard an ouch not far away, and the unique tone of the shadow corpse man came: "Ouch...... Who is it? who is so careless about the environment, who the hell is this?!"