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He followed the Wind Scar all the way from the Open Pavilion to a mountain cliff, and witnessed the confrontation between a sharp-eared blonde young man who had never appeared in the martial arts before, and the Demon Flow Sword Wind Scar. Later, in order to place the insect incense on the swordsman's body, he risked a blow halfway. Originally, he had a chance to leave, but then a white-haired shawl was not weaker than his own sword master, and he had to jump off the cliff to survive.

What happened later, I have no memory of being drunk. He also learned a lesson because of this, the martial arts are multiplied, and he must not slack off because he has a famous teacher. His swordsmanship was first inherited from Proud Peak Cold Frost City, and then he was instructed by Sword Nameless and Yi Qiu Nian. In this way, it is also dangerous to defeat the blonde young man.

Leng drunk sat up, and saw his life-saving benefactor squatting on the side, raising a fire to boil water and roast meat. It was a young Taoist dressed in a Taoist robe and a feather on his shoulders, with an ordinary face, a sword on his back, holding an inkstone in one hand and a wolf hair in the other, and writing something intently in front of a piece of firewood.

I vaguely had the impression that someone had stuffed pills into his mouth when he was unconscious, and then looked at the bandaged place on his body, and decided to get up and thank him coldly. When he walked over, he saw that the Taoist had written half a poem on the firewood, 'Yutai Thousand Tribulations, Shenxiao True Realm', the handwriting was neat, not very good, but he could read it. "My name is heavenly. You almost hit me when you fell, and it was easy to save you, so don't be grateful. The young Taoist didn't raise his head, and warned step by step: "There must be a limit to the fierceness of martial arts people, this mountain is so high, it is too dangerous." ”

It sounds like a good intention.

"Thank you, Brother Ling, for saving your life. ”

The cold drunk didn't say much, and when he gave his hand, he pulled the wound and moved his brows.

"Ling Shenxiao is the name of the Dao, and I don't have the surname Ling. The young Taoist turned his head and frowned: "Ling Mo is in the sky, and people who are familiar with me call me Ling Mo or Ah Ling." You are seriously injured, don't act casually, lest you fail my elixir. Ah, by the way, where are you going, I'll do a good job to the end, give you a ride?"

This is still a very kind-hearted and kind-hearted young Taoist.

Although the young Taoist was also white-haired, he was obviously much more active than Qin Xiaochuan's. While he was talking to Leng Zui, he was still figuring out the handwriting in his hand. Although the things that are written, I can't see anything with the cold and drunken cultural literacy. Leng Zui has been exposed to wine in addition to swords since he was a child, and he once heard that there is a Confucian realm in the bitter realm to educate sentient beings, but Cold Frost City has not much patience and is too lazy to teach him to learn literature.

Leng Zui originally wanted to answer the inn, but after being stunned, he remembered that they had moved to the first place in the world. He thought about it again, Qin Xiaochuan's letter included letting him disappear for a while, so as to persuade Sword Nameless to treat his hand injury. Although this time he was really injured and missing, he still couldn't go back after thinking about it carefully.

Over the years, although the shadow of the Sun Blind Clan still exists in the sword nameless heart, every once in a while, that holy maiden Peach Blossom will go to the Kuimu Forest to concentrate on cultivation. Occasionally, the two met, and their expressions were calm. After Sword Nameless was willing to come forward to stay in the Sihai family to temporarily help Feng Lingyun, Leng Zui also agreed with Qin Xiaochuan's opinion, maybe it was time to force this old friend to come out of the shadows of the old days completely. And the cold drunk accident with a deep friendship for many years is a good inducement.

"I ...... There is nowhere to go back. ”

Coldly replied.

The young Taoist was stunned, and the wolf pen immediately dripped a drop of ink, polluting the poem he had just written. He looked a little remorseful, but still said: "I'm going to learn calligraphy and pen skills in Shujian Fengyue, do you want to go with me?" Martial arts people always use knives and guns, and they are hindered by good fortune, which is too sinful.

Cold drunkenness is also a stunt. Shujian Fengyue, what kind of place is that? But he really couldn't think of anything else for a while, except for the thirteen peaks of the distant Aofeng, so he thought about it and agreed: "I'll go with you." "On the way, I just looked for an opportunity to repay the life-saving grace. This young Taoist looked confused, single and alone, and it was too easy to attract thieves.

One has purple hair and fur, and the other has white hair and feathers, both of whom are not afraid of the cold and heat, but they don't feel that the other party is wrong. Let the gods bow their heads and agree, and they feel that their children can be taught. An oversight, drunk and forgot to ask the book where the sword Fengyue was. As a result, the two of them walked all the way along the barren mountain, until they entered the building that looked like a private school, and they were managed to death by a swordsman who was good at pen and ink, and they were drunk and still didn't find a chance to spread the news to the Sihai family.

This is really worrying Feng Lingyun, who knows about this plan.

Then the owner of the coffin shop next door brought a broken sword that fell next to the cliff and was obviously drunk. The amorous female shopkeeper is also resolute when she is angry. Feng Lingyun went straight to the firewood room and reprimanded the sword nameless for an hour, and threw down a map of the road leading to Qianzhuwu to let people think about it clearly, and hurriedly went to find Shu Shigong to divinate the missing little brother at this time. Yi Qiunian was not there, Qin Xiaochuan did not return, and the only person who could go out to find a drunk master was Sword Anonymous. However, his two wrist wheels have been abolished, and he still refuses to heal, and a steel-winged flying ape can injure him, which is not conducive to a long battle at all.

To be born, to see people. Death, revenge!

In the firewood room, the sword was silent for a long time, and finally slowly picked up the paper with a hand that was bandaged like two bear's paws. In the Qianzhu dock, there lives a doctor who is not alone. The so-called debts are too much to worry about, the road view map is obviously provided by Qin Xiaochuan, and he also left a bell in an eventful way, so that there is no need for one more person who owes favors.

The evening breeze blows, and the sunset is red.

When Yi Qiunian stepped into the door of the Sihai family, the sword was nameless and had left, leaving only Guo Cailin, who had a sad face, planning to watch the door.

"Aren't everyone there?" Yi Qiunian was injured all over his body, and found a place to sit down, intending to understand the situation first: "Qin San hasn't come back yet, what about being drunk? Where did Feng Lingyun go?"

Things change too fast in the blink of an eye. Guo Cailin not only explained the cause and effect clearly, but also talked about the original plan arranged by Leng Zui and Qin Xiaochuan before.

"I see. Yi Qiunian also sighed with emotion, and at the same time made up his mind to get rid of the black sheep of the martial arts no matter what, "Thinking about it, Qin San is still accompanying Hua Ji to walk slowly at this time, well, I'll go find the scar of the wind first." When he comes back, I'm coming!"

Wait a minute, Sword Ruffian Senior, the wounds on your body are still bleeding, it really doesn't matter!

Guo Cailin watched Yi Qiunian disappear into the restaurant with a gust of wind, his face became even more bitter, and after thinking about it, he turned around and summoned the little guy: "Meow boy, tiger boy, you go to the cold grass hall, call the big shopkeeper to come back quickly!"

The injuries on Yi Qiunian's body looked unusual, and there must be something wrong with it. Big shopkeeper, what are you doing with Shu Shigong, come back quickly! The Sihai family walked smoothly, and the second shopkeeper felt very flustered.

Everyone in the Sihai family acquiesced that Qin Xiaochuan was pursuing Ji Wuhua, and they all felt that it was normal for the two of them to walk slower together.

But at this time, Ji Wuhua still hadn't woken up.

Outside the cave, under a large tree, a dusty and dirty corpse collector stood silently on guard. Qin Xiaochuan is not here.

He finally waited for Tianji to appear, and finally made up his mind to kill someone.

The sky was dark, and the stars twinkled beside the moon. There is one star that is not in the Lieju, but it is extraordinarily shining, it is the only one left of one of the seven stars, the Sword King!