God, I don't know when it became gloomy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Rolling dark clouds from far and near, covering the entire sky, looked particularly oppressive.

The surrounding light also dimmed a lot, and gradually, the wind rose, and there were fewer people on the road

, only the sign in front of the inn kept shaking, making a 'squeak' sound,

It looks like it could fall at any moment.

"It's going to rain."

Both of them are immortal cultivators, especially Mu Yanyun, who is a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of qi refining

It is possible to control the airflow in a small area. Although it is not yet up to the ability of the foundation building monk to spread the rain

force, but there is nothing wrong with sensing changes in airflow.

"Like."

Xie Yan replied casually, but his eyes fell on a carriage outside the inn

Above.

The carriage, almost speeding over, had a tattered body and many knife marks on it

, the groom who was driving was also in rags, and there was a shocking knife wound on his chest, blood

It's still going out.

"It should be here, the place where Jiangnan hero Mo Chong said is here." A

The middle-aged scribe jumped out of the carriage, but kept talking.

"As long as we wait for Jiang Daxia, we will be safe, and besides, the thief will not think of it

, we actually took the official road, this road is a blind spot for their search, we can take advantage of it

This is the opportunity to take a short break to regain your strength and then change some dry food and horses. ”

Jumping down after the young middle-aged scribe was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

This gave the boy an ordinary appearance, and there was a hatred hidden between his eyebrows.

"Master, is Master Mo reliable?"

"Of course, Mo Daxia is a famous hero, with him, we will never do it

to safety. The middle-aged scribe affirmed, but what he said was less confident, more like

I'm cheering myself up.

"Then can Mo Daxia kill the monk of Randa?"

The boy did not rush into the inn, but looked up at the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was stunned for a moment, just sighed, and did not speak, but pulled

The little boy entered the inn.

"Xiao Er, here are ten steamed buns, and we need two good horses, move quickly.

As he spoke, the young scribe led the little boy to the table next to Xie Yan and sat down

Come.

"Wait a minute, officer."

The shopkeeper seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and he was not afraid, so he calmly coped with it

He ran downstairs to help them feed the horses.

"It's the only son of the Iron Knife Zhuangjiang Hero and the urging judge Di Wuren!"

"I heard that the Iron Knife Village was destroyed by the outcast monk of the Landa Temple three days ago, and the door was full

There are more than 120 people, and there is no one alive, and the miserable ......"

The inn was the most crowded, and soon someone recognized the boy and the middle-aged scribe

Identity.

"The vendettas in the rivers and lakes are always continuous, and in comparison, it is better to practice in the mountains."

Mu Yanyun said with a smile, his voice was very loud, but in the inn, except for Xie

Outside of Yan, no second person can hear it, this is the supernatural power of immortal cultivators, and immortal cultivators

Compared with others, martial arts is only a mundane level after all, which is why Xie Yan was at the beginning

The reason why I want to cultivate immortals.

"A pot of turbid wine is drunk, a quick sword breaks the enmity, and the world in which the Jianghu people and immortal cultivators live is not

Same. ”

Xie Yan looked down at the actions of the people who were hurriedly passing downstairs, and there was one more thing in his eyes

Special perception, this is only really walked in the rivers and lakes, and then jumped out of the red dust

Only those who have entered the Immortal Cultivation Sect will have the understanding, in comparison, they have been practicing in the Daoyan Sect

Mu Yanyun couldn't understand this feeling.

The boy and the middle-aged scribe sitting next to them seemed to have ignored their existence

I didn't look at them much from beginning to end.

People and immortals are sometimes close at hand, but they are separated by the end of the world!

Bang Dang!!

A huge bronze bell flew up from downstairs and smashed on the plaque of the inn.

It fell down again with a loud noise. The person who was still eating on the second floor saw this

Movement, all the color changed, and some timid people fled directly to check out.

The vendetta of the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many people died because of the pond fish, and the smart people are basically

will not join in the fun.

The sound of footsteps coming from the staircase was very slow, but

Each step will make a low sound, as if stepping on the mouth of a person's heart, depressing

Compare.

Soon, someone from downstairs came up.

This is a bald monk who is eight feet tall, and it is said that monks are actually reluctant, like

The butcher may be a little more, this bald head with a full face of meat, small eyes, and a set of left cheeks

The long scar, if it weren't for the ring scar on his head, it is estimated that no one would have taken him to the monk

Linked together, what is even more strange is that this evil monk is not wearing a monk's robe,

It was a blue-gray robe, and the chest was even more half-open, revealing the fat inside.

"You guys will run, let the monk and I chase after you!"

After the evil monk swept around, his gaze fell on the table next to Xie Yan and them

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe flipped the table away, and a judge's pen in his hand spun out,

Straight to the throat of the enemy.

"We were betrayed by Mo Chong's thief!"

"Feather Run!"

"Slow, too slow."

The evil monk passed a chicken leg from the table next to him and took a big bite on it, and the other

But his hand was open, grabbing at the middle-aged scribe's head. The middle-aged scribe judge swept one

circle, change the direction point to the joint of the evil monk. The evil monk also didn't change his moves, and the fan was big

The palm of his hand came first, and he slapped the middle-aged scribe on the chest.

Burst!!

The middle-aged scribe's chest suddenly collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and flew out

, knocked down in the corner of the wall and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Master!"

The little boy's eyes turned red instantly, and he didn't run for his life, but directly pulled the Pei on the table

The knife slashed towards the evil monk. Although the boy is young, his knife skills are very exquisite.

A knife slashed out and directly attacked the lifeblood of the evil monk.

This knife is fast, very, accurate!

But the evil monk did laugh and kicked the boy in the abdomen, kicking him away

out.

The disparity in strength allowed him to ignore the boy's subtle moves.

The boy did not flinch, grabbed his saber and rushed forward again.

Once, twice.....

Soon, the boy was covered in bruises, and the boy was even tougher than Xie Yan imagined

, even if he was kicked countless times, he still stood up.

"Stinky boy, the Buddha sent you to see your dead ghost father."

The evil monk was also impatient and prepared to kill him.

Xie Yan sat on the side, watching coldly, for some reason, after seeing the little boy again and again

The moment he got up, a memory came to his mind.

At the age of eleven or twelve, he knelt in front of the door of a famous master in order to learn a sword, and the rain poured.

Washing over his weak body, the door never opened.

There was no hope, only the icy coldness of the rain.

If it weren't for the Blood Swordsman Shi Feng Nian who happened to save him by passing by, maybe he would have been in that year

It's already dead. The world only saw his swordsmanship after he became famous, but few people paid attention to it

The hardships of apprenticeship as a teenager.

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