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If a person who has no fate strays into the Shuli Mountain, he will only see the fog in front of him that does not disperse all year round. Time City is above the Misery, located in another dimension, and the Separation Mountain is only one of the entrances. Here, it is indeed a region that cannot be reached by the Mandate of Heaven, because the Time City Lord controls the time of the world, and the growth of living beings is also closely related to the passage of time.

"You're back. After many years, the drinking year is as good as yesterday, standing in the white fog and stretching out his hand to lower the brim of his hat, blue clothes and white shirts, and a young man: "The city lord has already known the intention, and he will hand over the people to me!"

Don't be polite, just give it to people.

Except for Tianjiang, which he had never been to, Time City was more like a place where Qin Xiaochuan should go back. He came from outside the ethereal, did not belong to the Six Hours, and was the same as Kira Sheng, who did not know where to go now, and should be someone whom the Grim Reaper could not find.

Now there's one more.

Drink Sui soon returned, holding a sleeping little doll in his hand. The needle on the little boy's neck has been removed, he is breathing evenly with his eyes closed, and his expression is no longer the same as before, but with a sense of vitality and peace: "The person handed it back to you, and there is nothing to do." ”

The little boy was still seven or eight years old, but he was wrapped in a white gauze pearl cloak, which looked very much like the one worn by the Lord of Time City. "This child should not have grown up like this, and his soul will be synchronized with his body in a deep sleep. In order to avoid future problems, I have implanted a timekeeper in his body, which will accelerate the change of age at the same time, and will not automatically break off until the condition is stable. ”

"There are two kinds of people who are born outside of time, one is to live with eternity, and the other is to no longer be protected by time. The envoy raised his eyes from under the brim of his hat and glanced at the white hair on Qin Xiaochuan's shoulder: "This child belongs to the latter like you, so the city lord will give him some extra time to give him a chance to grow, so that he doesn't have to leave regrets." And you should also remember that every change that is not under the control of time is a symbol of a lack of your own energy. Little Lingzhi, if you die, the city lord will really order me to stew you in soup!"

What a scary threat.

Qin Xiaochuan seriously thought about whether he should show fear, and then helplessly: "I know." "It's not what he wants his hair to turn white, and the lack of demon heart is very sequelae for the demon itself, and it's very good if he doesn't gradually disappear into shape.

"When the time comes, remember to send the timepiece back. The envoy of the drinking year pulled down the brim of his hat again: "The city lord asked me to ask you, is there still no whereabouts in the most time?" The kid ran away with the dog, and the loss of half of the crown can no longer live with time, and the punishment of a hundred years has passed, and I don't know if I have died of old age.

"I'll come back with news. ”

"Well, what about my gift?"

Say good tourist souvenirs, what about the mountains and rivers in various places?

Qin Xiaochuan glanced up and threw out a new glass bottle with his backhand. Drinking the light envoy in his hand, he felt that the color of the water was very strange and very suspicious.

"Last time you brought the algae of the Bijiang River, and the last time it was the stinking mud of the Burial Corpse River, what is it this time?"

There was a note on the glass bottle, and he blinked: "Wanli Jiangxin?" sounds pretty good, can you use it to make tea?"

"Right...... Wanli River. The figure on the opposite side had disappeared in the mist, and Qin Xiaochuan's relaxed voice came from afar: "This is the corpse of the demon that has been soaked, you must remember not to enter!"

Drinking Suiguang, who just opened the mouth of the bottle and approached his nose, shook his hand, and almost shook the water on his face. You take the river water soaked in the corpse to give it away, is it so terrible in the world?

Another day and a half passed on the return trip.

The road was still calm, and there were no ambushes. It was as if the conspirators in the shadows had given up on targeting him and Yi Qiu Nian, and instead targeted something else.

The child in her arms on the road has been sleeping soundly and does not know when she will wake up. Thinking that this kid's father, Yue Lanfang, was currently hiding in the Temple of Heaven to avoid trouble, Qin Xiaochuan turned to the outside of the Temple of Heaven Qinghe Cup halfway, his sleeves flicked, and the demon sword turned into a green light, piercing through the enchantment with a clang.

The moment Hua Ji Ji Wuhua noticed it, and the moment she raised her head, there was a bang, and the long sword sank into the ground for three points, nailed straight in front of the Qinghe Cup. Shi Nao was taken aback, and moved his cumbersome stone body uneasily: "Beauty, it's a sword." Who's throwing this sword?"

Hua Ji slowly got up from the Qinghe cup, lowered her head and sniffed the bouquet: "It's a friend." The sword was very familiar, and the moment it was in the ground, she could clearly hear the joy of the flowers around her, and the clusters of buds bloomed one after another, and the wind blew through it, raising a cloud of fragrant dust.

"The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming!" said Naphtha, delighted. Hanahime loves flowers, and flowers will be very happy when they bloom.

"Huh. Ji Wuhua looked down at the sword that was motionless and pretending to be dead, and smiled softly, the displeasure of being forced by Concubine Quan to come over for many days really disappeared a lot: "Naphthal, the flowers are blooming, are you also happy?"

The sword was sent to protect the Temple of Heaven.

The demon sword has a spirit, and naturally understands that the woman on the Qinghe cup is the person who cares about her brother. Maybe the demon sword understood this earlier than Qin Xiaochuan.

Throwing the sword out to protect Hanahime, the passers-by were suddenly in a relaxed mood. Now you don't have to worry about who will target Ji Wuhua behind the scenes, the portrait representing death in his arms is still there!

Without stopping, Qin Xiaochuan led people back to the inn. Feng Lingyun is still there, but Shu Shigong has left early. He stuffed the stinky boy who was sleeping in his arms into the quilt, stood on the edge of the bed and let out a long breath. Several days have passed, and even if the duel between Wind Scar and Dugu's hatred lasts for a day and a night, the result should be known by now. Qin Xiaochuan couldn't help but regret thinking that he would still have to go to the Hanyue River to have a look after a while.

"This child, what name are you going to come up with?" Feng Lingyun also felt quite happy and relieved for a while. She is different from Yi Qiunian and others, not only does she have no descendants, but she doesn't even have an apprentice. Guo Cailin, the second shopkeeper downstairs who temporarily replaced the running hall, is the only surviving relative of the female shopkeeper who has lived for many years, and now it seems that there can be one more.

Feng Lingyun was eager to try and wanted to choose a name. Qin Xiaochuan took the lead: "Yue Xiaohua." ”

What the?!

"Hmm. The life-saving benefactor made a decision on the spot, Qin Xiaochuan's tone was incomprehensible, just like when he named Qiluosheng Qiliusan: "His father's surname is Yue, and his mother is a flower, so he is called Yue Xiaohua!"

Feng Lingyun twitched the corners of her mouth, barely covering the corners of her lips with a cigarette stick...... It's good if you're happy.

Tut. This kid is really pitiful!

This is the end of the matter.

Saving someone is very happy.

Qin Xiaochuan left the inn and lingered near the public pavilion for a while, listening to the gossip from the mouths of several martial arts guests about what happened during this time. Then he walked in the direction of the Cold Moon River, ready to see if Dugu had come back to life after the kid was shipwrecked.

With the scar of the wind as the human heart, once it is confirmed that Dugu's resentment is not the real murderer, Bacheng will still not be a real killer like the original drama. That man lives on the Lonely Peak, seemingly indifferent, but actually has blood in his heart, just like his black and white face, calm wind, wild demon!

In the wilderness, the wind is suddenly wild.

A black, heavy, bladeless sword descended from the sky.

Unlike the black sword on Qin Xiaochuan's waist, which was hidden in its sharpness, the long sword that fell from the sky really had no blade, and it was all one, and it stirred up smoke and dust in the sky with a bang!

"Please stay. ”

With the sound of galloping, a figure volleyed into the sky and the light and shadow fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust dispersed in an instant and appeared behind the bladeless heavy sword! It was a cultivator with long hair, Buddha beads, monk shoes, and a gray and blue cloth shirt, whose aura was as hidden as a mountain, and it was unfathomable.

Because some time ago, the strange Buddha qi that appeared on the side of the Wanli River in the Central Plains came, and the ascetic sword monk from Luyuan, one of the Buddha veins of the Suffering Realm, broke the box and Qiu Chan firmly held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and raised his head peacefully: "Please also ask Your Excellency to ...... with me."

However, Qin Xiaochuan didn't know this person.

His drama stays after the destruction of the Emperor of Heaven, and he only relies on sporadic pictures, and he can only know the general situation of the follow-up and some particularly famous people.

Who is this person? What are you doing? Because he went to the Cold Moon River to learn the truth, did the conspirator finally can't bear to send someone to show up? It is also a black sword, but the sword of incomprehension is an extremely sharp blade hidden in the shadows! The minions of the conspirators should be killed directly, so as not to cause further trouble.

Breaking the box and seeking Zen's heart moved, his gaze was steep, turned his fingers into palms, and slammed the hilt of the sword in his hand. A sharp ray of light swept around him, blocking a silent sword wind.

Qin Xiaochuan took a step forward and said: "I will go, you will die first!"

Seeing the heavy sword against the heavy sword, only fight who is stronger. This inexplicable battle is about to break out, and someone accidentally dropped a white paper crane from his sleeve. The paper crane tilted its neck slightly, jumped slowly, and then flapped its wings and flew up.