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Silent.

There was only the crackling of burning in the air.

It sounds extraordinarily harsh.

Ke Hai was on the knife of decapitation, gasping for air.

He had never moved with such a great killing intent.

Fang Yang had been watching from the sidelines until Ke Hai personally cut off the head of the last black dog and saw the fountain in the cavity extinguished.

"Master. ”

Ke Hai stood up straight and saluted Fang Yang.

"You've worked hard. ”

He saw the hopeful light in Ke Hai's eyes, but he could only shake his head silently.

"There is no living mouth. ”

"All dead. ”

These two sentences were like two sledgehammers, smashing Ke Hai's heart, and he only felt that his eyes were dark, as if he would faint anytime and anywhere.

"This is no ordinary beast. ”

Fang Yang casually kicked a head aside.

"Scourge is here. ”

"Scourge?" Ke Hai closed his eyes, his body still trembling slightly.

"Hmm. Fang Yang walked up to Ke Hai and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault, we can't save everyone. ”

Under the palm of your hand.

Ke Hai's body trembled more and more.

Scourge is an ancient beast that is said to be surrounded by flames, and wherever it goes, it is the embodiment of calamity.

and Diting, which is also a tengu, happen to belong to two extremes.

"So what are we going to do?"

Kehai opened his eyes and looked sadly at the village that was intact when he came.

At that time, he remembered the voice of the elder and the child's playfulness clearly.

It's just a matter of hours.

Heaven and man are forever separated.

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, maybe when he committed something wrong with Chu Gusheng, there were many such innocent people who died.

None of that can be examined.

Ke Hai now saw the sorrow in front of him.

"I have already instructed Ruoyi and them to clean up this place, and they will bury these villagers. Fang Yang sighed, "After all, they have also suffered from unwarranted disasters. ”

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This "Temporary Grinding Spear" Fang Yang is no longer surprised, with three "Temporary Grinding Spears" in his hand, even if Gu Jiu will really face some tricky situations at that time, he can deal with it calmly.

It was this Kehai that made Fang Yang pick up a treasure.

The efficiency of entering the fixed is increased by one percent, and this alone is actually enough to envy others. Looking at the upper limit of his talent, he has changed from the second order of Jindan to the third order of Jindan.

The successive shit luck did not overwhelm Fang Yang's mind.

Because blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

These few good fortunes are coming, who knows if the next disaster will come to visit.

Isn't this village in front of you the best proof of this?

Liquor is still in danger.

Fang Yang must not be sloppy.

Ke Hai walked slowly towards the mountain, dragging the decapitation knife behind him.

I didn't know that I had just hit the big luck.

However, Kehai actually has a chivalrous heart.

Tut.

Fang Yang still couldn't figure it out.

Is it because he is not chivalrous enough?

Regarding the matter of the scourge, Fang Yang also had some plans in his heart. He's not hard-hearted, but it's a waste of time to grieve senselessly.

As an ancient fierce beast, Scourge Dou is not to be underestimated, and now he has successfully opened the killing ring and has the blessing of blood.

Fang Yang was really not sure that he could get it.

But it's okay.

The first position of "One Force Descends Ten Meetings", Fang Yang didn't mind giving this scourge.

But that's not enough.

The Cracked Void Seat is the head of the four spirit birds, and it should be easy to deal with a scourge.

Maybe you can't please move that's another question.

Dizong Wen Yingjian must have information about the scourge, and it just so happened that he sold Liuli again.

After making up his mind, Fang Yang was ready to leave for Wenying Stream immediately.

Fang Yang had a hunch that this massacre was no accident.

......

Gu cheng.

Ruoren wandered the streets with a dry mouth.

His bag was gone, and Bacheng was taken away by the outer building.

Bah.

Master is right, you shouldn't trust strangers when you're away from home.

It's good now, I didn't hear the slightest news about Buxiao Pavilion, but I ended up on the street first.

Life.

It is nothing more than a good thing and a bad thing to make.

As long as there is light in the heart.

Ruoren's eyes were sparkling.

Fat and hopeful!

Looking at the bun stall on the street, Ruoren couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

A little hungry.

He didn't eat water and rice today, and in order to get to the ancient city quickly, he didn't pay much attention to food and lodging on the road.

The owner of the bun stall is a kind old man.

Seeing Ruoren wandering in front of his stall for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Child, do you want to eat my buns?"

Ruoren froze in embarrassment.

After a while, he nodded with difficulty.

The old man smiled and took out two buns from the steamer and put them on a plate and handed them to Ruoren.

"Let's eat. ”

"It's not good...... Ruoren's hand slowly stretched out, and his head shook like a rattle, "It's not good...... It's really bad. ”

"It's okay, I don't take your money. The old man handed the plate to Ruoren, "Stranger, let's come to the ancient city for the first time." ”

So Ruoren didn't shirk anymore, took the plate and began to gobble it up.

"You...... How do you know?"

"I've seen so much with these eyes. The old man picked up the cloth on the cutting board and wiped his hands, "I can tell at a glance whether you are from the ancient city or not." ”

"Is there any difference?"

Ruoren swallowed the bun in his mouth quickly and put the plate back in the stall.

"People who come to the ancient city have nothing more than two things hidden in their hearts. ”

"One is money. The old man held out a withered finger.

"The other is to get ahead. ”

A smile appeared on the face of the vicissitudes of life.

"Then what's in my heart, old man, can you guess it?" Ruoren leaned a little closer and asked curiously.

"You are not a material to make money, and you don't have the idea of soaring. The old man shook his head, "You're here to prove yourself." ”

Ruoren was stunned.

I touched the back of my head.

His mind was actually guessed by the old man in front of him.

He really wanted to prove himself to his master.

The talent is not high, which has always been Ruoren's heart disease.

But as the senior brother of the Gu Wine Sect, he can't fall behind his junior brothers and sisters no matter what. Bai Luohan's outstanding cultivation seemed to be a height that he couldn't reach in his life.

Not everyone in this world is suitable for monasticism.

Not everyone who can cultivate the Tao will have a good future.

He chose to join Gujiu when Gujiu was in decline, and his cultivation should be deep enough to protect the only home after he lost his father and mother.

Ruoren's heart.

It's not as easy as it seems.

The demon is like a white cold, and he has been the darling of the master from the beginning, and the little junior sister Qingjiu does not need to say it.

He was in an awkward position.

How do I get the blue eyes of my master?

The old man saw that Ruoren didn't speak for a long time.

Shake your head.

"Idiot. ”

Then he began to wipe the greasy pot stove on his own, and did not look at Ruoren again.

But the business still has to be asked, with a shy face, Ruoren then asked: "Dare to ask the old man, do you know how to go to the Buxiao Pavilion?"

Hearing this, the old man said softly.

"You're going to the Buncho Pavilion?"

Those old eyes seemed to pierce Ruoren's head.

"With all due respect to the old man...... With your cultivation, you won't get what you want by going to the Buxiao Pavilion. ”

"The younger generation is only entrusted by others, and I ask the old man to tell me. ”

"Oh well. The old man stretched out his fingers and kept paddling in midair.

"Follow this road until you reach the third junction, turn left, then go to the first junction, turn right again, go straight to the end, and then look for the most lively place, and follow the alley until you reach the end. ”

Those who want to know already know, Ruoren also understood that it was inconvenient for him to continue to disturb, arched his hand and thanked him, turned around and walked away.

"Hey. ”

I don't know whose sigh it is.

Turning to look at the ancient city where people came and went, Ruoren was a little at a loss for a while, anyway, the old man's road was clear, and he just walked along.

But for the children who came out of the ravine, the mountain after drinking was already the largest building complex they had ever seen.

Now I see a lot of eyes.

A sense of inferiority arises spontaneously.

Go straight.

The third intersection.

Left.

The first intersection.

Walk to the end.

I didn't find the most lively place no matter how I walked.

Forget it, the approximate location should be about the same, so let's find a passer-by and ask.

Thinking of this, Ruoren looked left and right, and walked to the intersection and grabbed a man at random.

"Excuse me ......"

"Get out!" the man turned his head, his eyes widened, and the light directly scared Ruoren into a stagger.

The man tugged at his sleeve: "Lao Tzu is in a hurry to take the order, don't bother me." ”

"Eh, you go slowly. ”

Ruoren bent down and bowed.

The first shot, failed.

Lou Wailou is right, almost every passerby in this ancient city has a momentum far greater than himself, he is a god stage, and he really has no confidence to raise his voice.

This time, Ruoren searched for a long time, and finally found the second target.

A nun setting up a stall on the street.

Women are much more intellectually gentle than men, and this time it's absolutely fine.

Isn't it just asking for directions?

He still doesn't understand?

"Excuse me, may I ask......" Ruoren asked cautiously as he walked over to the stall.

I saw that the female cultivator's eyes lit up, and she directly interrupted him: "Are you here to buy magic weapons?"

"I have all kinds of magic weapons here, look at this plum blossom needle, but it is a medium-grade magic weapon comparable to the ice spirit silver needle...... It doesn't matter if I don't like it, I have other ...... here."

"Look at this purple gold gourd, how full it is, this luster, it is definitely polished more than a thousand times. For the sake of our fate, we will only charge you 5,000 gold, and if it is too expensive, we can continue to negotiate the price......"

Looking at the nun's burning gaze.

Ruoren was a little stunned.

He just wanted to ask for directions......

"I want to ......," Wakahito said hesitantly.

"Is this?" the female cultivator held up a stick-like object with a large end and a small end, "It was bought for the Taoist Companion, right? You really have a vision, this is a good thing, make sure your Taoist Companion Ye Ye is satisfied!"

Ruoren's old face flushed: "No, no, no, no......"

"Although this pear wood pound is only a low grade, it is excellent for pounding herbs...... Eh, do you have a fever......?"

The nun pounded the pear wood.

The fox looked at Ruoren suspiciously.

Wakahito: ......

"I want to ask, how to get to Buxiao Pavilion?" calmed down for a while, and then Ruoren calmed down.

"Are you going to the Buxiao Pavilion?" the female cultivator not only did not make a big turn in Ruoren's expected attitude, but became more eager.

"I knew you must have come from an extraordinary background!"

While being confused, Ruoren slowly came back to his senses: "Yes, I am going to go to Buxiao Pavilion, and I have something to entrust you." ”

There are only two kinds of people who want to find Buxiao Pavilion.

One is the employer.

One is the hired monks.

The mercenary monks of the Buxiao Pavilion all have a background, and even if they want to join the ranks of the mercenary monks, it is impossible to be single-handedly like Ruoren.

Then the stranger who came to find the unscrupulous pavilion, Bacheng is the hirer.

What are the employers?

The person who pays to buy the murderer, can it be an ordinary person?

"There it is. The nun took Ruoren's hand and pointed to a position.

"Thank you. Ruoren quietly withdrew his hand and bowed.

The female cultivator touched her hand: "You are too polite, since you are going to Buxiao Pavilion, then I won't bother you." ”

Ruoren nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the place where the nun was pointing.

He heard the voice of the nun following behind.

"When you're done, remember to visit me when you come back......"

......

"Inform the Pavilion Master that the drinker has arrived. ”

......

I want to go to smell the Eagle Stream.

It's not an easy task.

Wenying Stream, located in the southern marsh, occupies an absolute geographical advantage.

Generally speaking, the demon cultivators who heard the eagle stream would not take the initiative to go out of the swamp, and humans would not be able to enter it, unless it was an activity like the rituals of the world.

This time, Fang Yang decided to go it alone.

Bai Luohan has to stay in Gujiu to take care of the house, and there may be any changes in the fight, and at present, he can believe that the only one he can rely on is her.

Originally, Qing Jiu also had to stay on Qiyun Peak like Bai Luohan, but he couldn't stand her soft grinding and hard bubbles, so Fang Yang still took her with him.

There is such an invincible golden body as a shield.

It's pretty good, too.

Along the way, Yang was tossed by Qing Jiu.

Either there were bugs on the bed at the inn, or the rice balls on the carriage were not in good shape.

It's just that Fang Yang still has nothing to do with her.

can't fight, the more she scolds, the more energetic she gets.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and curse secretly, why did he show his brain and bring this little ancestor out.

Qing Jiu is not bound by Bai Luohan, but he is happy. In the past, Bai Luohan always cared about her in the Gu Wine Sect, saying this and saying that he didn't let her do anything.

Now that she has left her chattering sister, Qing Jiu is like a bird that has flown out of the cage.

"Master, Master, why don't you say there is no grass growing in that place?"

"Master, Master, look at that goose, it doesn't look like the one that heard the Tao!"

"Master respects the ......"

Every time Fang Yang wanted to figure out his next thoughts, Qing Jiu would always interrupt him "in time".

So much so that standing on the edge of the swamp, looking at the muddy ground where there was nowhere to stay, Fang Yang was stunned for a long time and didn't come up with a way to get past it.

Qing Jiu picked up a ball of mud, kneaded it into a ball and held it in the palm of his hand, looking at Fang Yang boredly.

If there was no Qing Jiu, it would be effortless for him to pass this large swamp, and even if there was a mechanism hidden in it, he would be able to deal with it alone.

But now with this drag oil bottle, this kind of hard way will definitely not be established.

This is also the Eagle Stream.

Don't even have a doorbell?