3She seemed to hold her breath, just staring at the front of the alley.

I just saw a deep, deep alley, and there was nothing else.

Perhaps, there are all closed doors, all the doors are closed there, as if there are no people, which is really strange. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this confusion only flashed through the mind of the white fox's chanter.

She was staring at the front of the alley, and in the quiet air she seemed to hear something,

Whose footsteps seem to be the sound, is this what you are nervous about?

The white fox's spirit was there, and he felt that his breath was about to rest there.

It was as if she was holding her breath unconsciously, but she listened carefully and intently to the footsteps.

Listening to the footsteps that are getting closer and closer, still in front of that, not far away,

At this time, the white fox's spirit found that there was a crossroads in this small alley, and not far away, another crossroads,

If the white fox's spirit is walking vertically, then the footsteps and the direction in which the person is walking should be horizontally.

And by the ears of the white fox, it can be discerned that the man is walking from the left to the right of the spirit, listening to the slow, heavy and steady footsteps,

It seems that a very large person can come out of the voice, maybe a strong man, right? Brawny?

Just when the white fox's spirit was confused, a person finally came out from the left side of her vision,

He was eight feet tall, with a square face, and he was a man dressed as a peasant, and he carried a hoe on his shoulder.

His right hand rested on the hoe, and his left hand swung sideways at will, and the most striking thing was,

A tattoo on his exposed right arm, a tattoo in the shape of a knife,

If the white fox's spirit is not mistaken, she should have seen it, but where did she see it?

She was desperately thinking about it in her mind, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen such a pattern.

However, before the white fox's spirit could think of anything, the strong man carried a hoe across the narrow alley and walked away.

He walked to the other side of the box and disappeared from the Spirit's sight.

Maybe he didn't even notice the white fox's spirit? That person disappeared?

Where had she seen that familiar pattern?

Just when the white fox's spirit hesitated, that person had already completely left, and she was still a little hesitant and confused.

Did she want to catch up, but what did it mean to catch up with a stranger so suddenly?

She, a white fox, wouldn't frighten the other party when talking to an ordinary human peasant?

In addition, she only felt that the tattoo of the knife was very familiar, but she couldn't think of anything, and finally in that hesitation and wandering,

The white fox's chant only turned around again with a deep sigh, and then, just walking in a wooden way.

But on the road, which was half light and generally shadowy, some of them seemed to be drunk there, and they had to stagger there.

And his mind was full of knife-shaped tattoos on the strong man's arms.

She just muttered silently there, always feeling like she had seen it somewhere, always feeling like she had seen it there, but where was it? Where?

That knife, that knife, she seemed to remember, was a drawing that the master once showed her,

It was when the master was resting, and the white fox's spirit came over curiously, just to see what the master was doing.

At that time, the master was in a good mood, so he hugged the white fox's spirit to his desk and showed her a drawing he was reading.

And the pattern that the white fox's spirit saw on that drawing at that time was that knife.

When the memory gradually became clear and clear, the bright blade, the long hilt painted with dark green patina,

It was the same knife she had seen today, the tattoo, if she remembered correctly, it seemed to be called...... Fulong Knife ......

When the memory seemed to have some name there, the white fox's spirit was there, and he didn't even notice it, so he sped up and walked straight forward.

And it was fast-paced, and the memories were full of echoes of the master's idle chat-like words at that time:

"Spirit, this is a novelty. It's rare. I also yearn for your master.

Even if you don't use it, it's good to meet each other. This is a Fulong knife that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Guan family. Legend has it that whoever can have the Fulong Sword will have the power to turn things around and change the masters of heaven and earth.

And the Guan family once kept this knife, and passed it down from generation to generation, and there was nothing to turn things around.

It is said that it is because there is no one in the Guan family to unlock the seal on the Fulong Knife.

Maybe this sword that has been sleeping all along is looking for someone who is destined to do so?

However, the world has been declining recently, and it has begun to become very chaotic, and the officials, ministers, and princes in the government are also eyeing this sword and want to take it for themselves.

It is said that those eunuchs are chasing and killing the members of the Guan family, whether it is related personnel by blood, or some disciples, slaves and maids, and they all are merciless when they are caught, and no one is left alive.

Therefore, the Fulong Dao and the Guan family disappeared in this world......"

At that time, the white fox's spirit listened to these words, which were a little distant from his own life, and he just felt that he couldn't lift up a little.

Then, so lazy that he lay on the master's table and fell asleep, and now the Yin Ling remembered again,

The hatred in her heart, how much she hated herself for not listening carefully at that time.

And now, when she saw the tattoo of the Fulong knife, it was as if she saw hope.

She didn't know why, she suddenly thought of Ye Luokong again.

She didn't know how her heart suddenly became happy.

She didn't particularly understand her own heart, and she didn't seem to notice and realize that she had to speed up so much.

Her feet were swift and swift like the wind, and her heart seemed to be filled with some surprise and hope in it.

She just silently and repeatedly recited in her heart: Fulong knife, the knife that turns the world,

Say so, say so, with this knife, Ye Luokong will not die, and Ye Luokong will not die.

What was she happy about? She is still happy that Ye Luokong will not die? Was she really so reluctant to let him die?

Doesn't she care? However, when she seemed to have found some hope that Ye Fu could survive here in Fulong Dao, why was she happy?

She was running in the wind, as if her beating heart was beating uncontrollably.

As if she was about to jump out of her heart, was she still so unable to go to him?

Why? Was she poisoned? Stuck in the middle of it? Is it joy? Or is it sorrowful? Or are you at a loss? Still sad......

In the midst of the emotional confusion, the Yin Ling suddenly found the front of the alley in front of him......

There were a lot of people walking around. She saw the crowd, not far from her line of sight.