During this period, Nanwulin was actually not much better than the Central Plains. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, it is close to the south, and the flowers bloom early, at first, Qin Xiaochuan looked at the appearance of the tree, thinking that the time was already April and May, but in fact, it was only the end of March when it was converted into a monthly calendar. At the beginning of March, the heads of the large and small sects of the Southern Martial Arts received an invitation letter at the same time to go to a mysterious place to participate in a peerless martial arts. Most of the sect leaders didn't think there would be any danger after passing each other's anger, but they didn't expect that there would be no news of this trip.

Some of these sects, such as the Shenxiu Sect under the name of Jindao Lao Liang, resigned from their trip for various reasons, and they were inexplicably involved in various disputes in mid-March, and were wiped out overnight. Golden Dao Lao Liang sensed that something was wrong, and left Shenxiu Gate overnight, preparing to go to Xiao Zhenyue, the city lord of the Southern Martial Arts Desert City, to understand the situation. According to the Golden Dao Lao Liang, the large and small forces in the vicinity of Shenxiu Gate were led by the deserted city, and Xiao Zhenyue was opposed to the various factions accepting the invitation without knowing the situation.

"March Catastrophe? Isn't it a catastrophe! ”

The golden knife Lao Liang slapped his thigh fiercely, pulled the wound and "hissed": "Now the people of the various forces are unstable, and now they see the casualties expanding and the people who can call the shots, and no one will come forward to make a charter, so it is not good that Nanwulin will be in chaos!" ”

For example, the owner lost a chicken, and could not find the murderer to accuse the dog of the West family, if the two owners shook hands with each other at home and drank a glass of wine, maybe the matter would have passed, but the family went far away, and their children began to throw stones at each other to kill the chicken and kill the dog.

Although Shenxiumen is not a famous sect, the golden knife Lao Liang's Shenxiu knife technique can be regarded as a unique martial arts, and his own martial arts can only be topped in the second-rate, so he can still lay a foundation in Nanwulin, and he is obviously an understanding person. He didn't plan to participate in the head meeting according to the invitation, but he couldn't bear the treacherous atmosphere outside Shenxiu Gate in the past few days, and just received the bad news that the small village he came out of was bloodbathed by the five Badao brothers, so he found a reason to leave Shenxiu Gate, and prepared to go to the deserted city to ask Senior Xiao for ideas.

Halfway through, Lao Liang encountered several groups of killers! "This is killing people!" Golden Dao Lao Liang was indignant: "As long as I die, who will care about Shenxiumen!" Wherever the corpse is thrown, it can make my little cub rush up with a scream, and use it as a knife for others! As soon as he was excited, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and the external injuries were easy to treat, but the internal injuries were not light.

Regarding the March catastrophe in Nanwulin, Qin Xiaochuan, who has watched the drama, knows more things than the local Golden Dao Lao Liang. First of all, the issue of the invitation letter to the head of the sect in early March was indeed a conspiracy, and the original intention was to trap the heads of the various factions in order to calm the disputes between the factions and the factions. To ask Qin Xiaochuan, a person who has read countless posts and knows the affairs of the world, is simply nonsense, the root of the contradiction comes from the class, and there is no direct connection with the leader.

Qin Xiaochuan recalled a little and analyzed: "When Nan Wulin becomes a pot of porridge, someone will come to clean up the mess again, and immediately become a savior and ascend to the throne of the martial arts emperor?" "The conspirator behind the March Catastrophe is the Six Calamities Canglong, who has a good reputation at this time, isn't this the one who aims to become the emperor?

Golden Dao Lao Liang's eyes widened, "Shine!" He slapped his thigh again, this was the conclusion he thought of in his heart, but he couldn't summarize it for a while: "I must tell Senior Xiao about this!" Be sure to inform more factions to avoid being fooled! Emotional, Golden Knife Lao Liang spit out another mouthful of blood.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the night was only half over, and the corpse of the black-clothed man on the mountain road was cold, making the night wind look bone-chilling. Qin Xiaochuan shuddered and looked at the iron sword in his hand. Everyone was killed by Lao Liang, and his blade was smooth and there was still no blood, which made people feel a little better.

"You're badly injured, why don't I help you heal?" Qin Xiaochuan said. He seemed to be able to feel a lingering breath in his body, and he was a little eager to try it when he remembered the agreement he had made with Fuji. This breath ran around Qin Xiaochuan's internal organs, and everywhere he passed, there was a feeling of comfort, and it made his hand holding the sword full of strength, as if it could also increase his speed. Qin Xiaochuan decided to take time to study and study light work.

Golden Dao Lao Liang looked up at Qin Xiaochuan uncertainly. Qin Xiaochuan tried to make his eyes sincere. But I don't know if the first impression is too strong, Lao Liang thought to himself, Lingzhi Jing has never even killed anyone, his face looks very weak, and he will lose his life if he can't heal his injuries. Moreover, he is a dignified man with a golden knife, and he can't do such a thing as forcing people to harm their bodies and take blood to heal themselves.

At this time, a few Ganoderma lucidum plants growing on the side of the road are very precious! Golden Dao Lao Liang quickly leaned over and grabbed a plant in the grass, and smiled dryly: "It's okay to have this, it's just a traumatic injury, just rub it!" ”

Qin Xiaochuan: "......" looked down at the back of his hand, and sure enough, there was a light white scar that had healed. Over there, Lao Liang had already broken off the Ganoderma lucidum and threw a piece of imported Zhonghao dry chewing. Ganoderma lucidum is warm and replenishing, and has the effect of consolidating vitality and replenishing qi and blood, and it seems that there is no harm in eating, but this thing is born from his blood, which feels a little weird. Forget it, he can't see it!

"It's not dawn yet, I'll take you to find a place to rest." Qin Xiaochuan grimaced and directly shifted his gaze.

When fighting the man in black, Qin Xiaochuan controlled the surrounding plants to assist in spending part of his spirit. After Lao Liang, who was scarred by the golden knife, under the guidance of the surrounding grass and trees, found a sheltered mountain col and settled down, Qin Xiaochuan directly launched a high fever.

As a Lingzhi incarnation, Qin Xiaochuan's control of plants and trees is an instinct of the Muyuan Elf, but what is consumed is the essence of the 10,000-year-old Zizhi that he is the main body. Qin Xiaochuan turned into a human form for the first time, whether he used a sword or his luck, no one taught him, he was all fooling around, it was not bad if he didn't go mad, and it was inevitable to consume too much. He initiated a high fever, which was actually a kind of self-regulation of the hidden work in the body. But Jin Dao Lao Liang didn't know, and he was anxious to watch from the side.

The night stars were shining, and in a grass nest, Qin Xiaochuan was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. The golden knife Lao Liang hurriedly turned around, and finally gave up the dry Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and took a small bite to stuff it into Qin Xiaochuan. As a result, the lingzhi turned into a pile of useless powder before it reached the mouth. Ganoderma lucidum was originally born from Qin Xiaochuan's essence, and it was a ghost to be able to use it for a large Ganoderma lucidum essence that was feverish.

Regardless of the consequences, the golden knife Lao Liang pulled up his cuffs, ready to push Qin Xiaochuan to the palace to invigorate blood. But unexpectedly, as soon as Lao Liang entered a distance of one foot from Qin Xiaochuan's side, he was knocked out three zhang away by a fierce force, and almost turned over and fell into the sky under the action of this air current!

An invisible air flow began to surge around Qin Xiaochuan, gently and slowly brushing the blades of grass beneath him. Golden Dao Lao Liang got up from the ground, his heart was in shock, looking at Qin Xiaochuan, who had a high fever, he no longer dared to approach easily.

At this time, in fact, Qin Xiaochuan didn't know that he was having a fever, only that he was in a dream. At first, his ears seemed to keep hearing the screams of his ex-girlfriend, and the nervous and anxious "San'er" gradually faded away, replaced by countless complicated background sounds.

The dream was like at the funeral scene, and many people who couldn't see their faces clearly surrounded Qin Xiaochuan's black and white photos, some talking, and some crying silently. Qin Xiaochuan even saw his uncle and aunt who raised him, but he was resisted outside the whole scene, and he couldn't get close to it even a step. Qin Xiaochuan's ex-girlfriend was also present, and the petite girl wiped her tears and burned a paper Qin fake immortal in the brazier, and said while burning it, I know that you think about Lao Qin every day, so I will burn it to you...... No! Want! Yes!

Qin Xiaochuan couldn't cry or laugh while dreaming, and there was still an indescribable sense of relief and sadness in his heart. Later, the dream jumped quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, his ex-girlfriend became old and turned into a petite grandmother, holding her pink and tender little granddaughter, and putting down a stack of seemingly the latest puppet show CDs in front of his tombstone. It's been so long, and Su is still alive. 'My ex-girlfriend looked much calmer after she got old, 'This is the latest Chinese version, you can also take a look when you get out of the pit, it's boring underground, don't worry, those old things in the group are about to go over to find you." 'If you can't be a couple, you're still a Taoist friend!

When will this dream end? Qin Xiaochuan's helplessness in his heart was funny and angry, and this time he was really relieved. He has been making Ganoderma lucidum for thousands of years, and after such a long time, are his former friends still alive? Is the previous drama finished? Hate and get out of the pit, love and give up! Qin Xiaochuan is now simply in the play. He is the little Lingzhi of the Bitter Realm!

A sudden dream change can also be called a memory! Qin Xiaochuan's soul came from outside the sky, and with a will to desperately not die and repay the mortgage, he drifted in the mountains and forests with the wind. At that time, there were three suns in the sky, and the earth was thriving. Suddenly, one day, the three suns were out of balance, burning everything, and then there was a crack in the sky, and a black moon fell to the earth, Qin Xiaochuan's soul was shaken by a series of changes and was on the verge of soul distraction, and was smashed on a wilted Zizhi by a figure falling from the clouds. The memories of this period are always vague in Qin Xiaochuan's mind, and his soul probably no longer roars silently to the outside all the time: I can't die! To support a family!

His parents died young, he was raised by his aunts and uncles, and he was burdened with the responsibility of a family since he was a child. The person who fell from the sky suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood soaked Lingzhi, facilitating the fusion of Qin Xiaochuan's soul and Zizhi. Then, in a blur, the man sighed lightly and raised his hand to touch Zizhi beside him.

That's what Qin Xiaochuan saw when he occasionally looked at new dramas later, Tianjiang.

He was dressed in a white robe and a hood, and his placket was stained with blood. His scepter lay across his knees, dim. With the action of stroking Zizhi, a warm current slowly helped Qin Xiaochuan and Zizhi to merge and stabilize their souls.

'Zizhi...... It's also fateful. 'Your voice is vague and distant: 'You accompany me on my last journey, I promise you a future, if that future, Tianjiang can give me one last chance......

In the Central Plains of Suffering.

Just in the Nanwulin mountain pass, Qin Xiaochuan had a high fever and fell into an endless dream, and his memory went back to the beginning, and he saw the time when he gave himself life again. Near the Blue Mountain, in the backyard of the main store of the Bitter Realm brand "Tiantian", a purple rui qi suddenly appeared in the backyard of the main store of the Bitter Realm chain coffin store, and this point of light swayed upwards and pointed straight to the south!

The daughter, the daughter of the Tianjiang Sect, Rin Ruomei, had just painted herself with light makeup, and before she had time to put the mole on her nose, her eyes flashed at this time, and she immediately noticed:

"It's in Nanwulin!"

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