Now the atmosphere in the outside world is a little tight, the Jingmen Huang family is crazy, and actually hung a billion dollars in bonuses on my head, in such a situation, I am naturally absolutely careful when I go out, not only dressed properly, but also always vigilant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially this exit of the Miaojiang Ten Thousand Poison Cave, theoretically no one should know about it, after all, it has been changed once.

But everything is possible, at this moment, when I heard the sound of someone arguing from the Immortal Cave Mansion, I immediately lifted my heart, and then wrapped my breath with the Dragon Vein Society diagram, and then hid it not far below.

The location where I am hiding is relatively hidden, and even if someone pokes their head out, they may not be able to see me.

As soon as I hid here, I heard a girl's voice say angrily: "Okay, okay, since you are protecting her, then I will leave and never come back......

After saying that, he saw a white shadow leap up from above and jump off the cliff.

I was startled, thinking that I had committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, and I was thinking about whether to save it, when I heard someone shouting: "Tail girl......"

Belch?

This person turned out to be the Black Hand Twin Cities?

I was about to make a move, but at this moment I forcibly controlled myself, but I saw that the white shadow did not fall much, but like a meteor, it swept through the air, and then stepped on the floating clouds, and actually fell into the distance lightly.

Flying in the air?

That's too powerful, isn't it?

I was shocked by this sudden scene, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time, thinking about how the Black Hand Shuangcheng and his subordinate Yin Yue could appear here?

That Yin Yue doesn't look like a person with such means, how can he keep himself from falling by stepping on that thin cloud?

Does she have some natural ability?

After a long time, I didn't understand why the Black Hand Twin Cities were here, and I didn't decide whether or not to come out to meet him.

If it is according to the relationship in the past, I and the Black Hand Twin Cities can be regarded as sympathetic, he has a good impression of me, very careful, and I also trust him very much, it stands to reason that since I have met, I will show up and talk a few words, he may not be for that billion dollars What is the same to me, but in the end I still did not show up.

The Black Hand Twin Cities may not have much interest in a billion dollars, but if he has any thoughts on that dragon vein qi, or if I expose the entrance to the Ten Thousand Poison Caves in Miao Jiang because of this, it won't be good.

Because of this, I think it's better for everyone not to look at each other.

Judging from the current situation, the appearance of the Black Hand Twin Cities here should not be the exit of the Ten Thousand Poison Caves in Miaojiang, but most likely because of this Immortal Cave Mansion.

When I came here before, I used to see that there were traces of people living there, and the Black Hand Twin Cities are in Longjialing, Mali Mountain, which is the same mountain range as Wuguniang Mountain, and it is estimated that there should be some relationship with here.

I stayed in the middle of the cliff for a long time, until I was sure that there was no one on it, and then I showed my figure.

But instead of going up the trail again, I climbed down and took another path.

Because I knew that the Black Hand Twin Cities were very likely to be in this area, I didn't go to Malichang Town again, but went all the way to the east, walked for most of the day, and arrived at a small town in Xiangxi, and then took a ride to Huaihua, and then transferred north from Huaihua.

And for these, I used the same ID I bought before.

All the way north, I took the high-speed train, which was much faster than the previous green train, and there were not many people at this point in time, but it was not too crowded.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the passing crowd, I don't know why, I have a lot of emotion in my heart.

Recently, I don't know why, but more and more times, I don't focus on my practice, but think about it.

I'm thinking about the people or things I've encountered since my practice, and what is the ultimate goal of everyone's running around and fighting.

In the beginning, it must have been to survive.

And when the most basic survival is successful, we fight in the rivers and lakes, but for more things, such as hatred, such as friendship, such as many things that we don't really care about.

I really came to this point, and I felt that I had two great weapons, the three-pointed two-edged knife and the Yixian knife, and I had many unique skills at the bottom of the box, and I was not afraid of anyone.

Not to mention Huang Menlang, even if it is Huang Tianwang, or any of the top ten in the world, I am confident that I will be undefeated.

I even have the confidence to win.

But so what?

Now, I still have to change my appearance, like a mouse, cautiously looking left and right, for fear that if I am not careful, a group of people will come out and attack me.

In a sense, even if it is the best in the world, so what?

At this time, I also began to understand the psychological feelings of my grandfather Wang Hongqi.

Someone once told me that the red bandit king Hongqi at his peak was definitely the first one with a thumb, no matter what Haichang, Shanyang Zhenren, or Maoshan Sect's first earth immortal Tao Jinhong in hundreds of years, he was not his opponent.

But so what?

He didn't have much more fame in his life, he stayed here in the General Administration of Religion, obscure, and he had to be subject to all kinds of constraints from time to time, and he must be strict with himself, far less unscrupulous than Huang Tianwang.

And such a person, at the last moment of his life, still has to fill in the dragon veins with his body, and he will not be free for the rest of his life.

That's Wang Hongqi's way of living, and what about me?

Is it really like a rat, hiding all his life?

I closed my eyes and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly opened my eyes.

After finishing the reincarnation of my master, there is one more thing I need to do.

It may or may not make sense.

But for me, it's something I have to do.

Two days later, I found a hotel in the Ishikeyama area of Kyoto, and after a short rest, I wandered the streets.

I'm still relatively familiar with Kyoto, after all, I've been here a few times, but the so-called "familiarity" is also how to say it, you talk in generalities, I can say a lot, but I haven't really gone deep into it, walking the streets, I haven't done much of this.

Most of my main itinerary is around the Babao Mountain area.

In this place of Babao Mountain, there is one thing that is the most famous, and that is the cemetery.

Whenever an older generation of revolutionary leaders passed away, they can always see the news that the old man was buried in the Babaoshan People's Cemetery in the news, in fact, the Babaoshan Funeral Home here is the largest funeral parlor in Kyoto, undertaking two-thirds of the cremation tasks in the entire Kyoto, and in addition to the People's Cemetery, the Laoshan Cemetery and Laoshan Columbarium next to it are ordinary cemeteries.

Regardless of whether the revolutionary martyrs or ordinary people are buried there, for many people, for people's deaths, ritualization, superstition, or other means of expressing sorrow.

And with such a demand, there are naturally a large number of artifact shops and related companies, as well as countless street gentlemen who set up stalls to tell fortunes.

Walking on this street, looking at the past, to say that everyone is a master, hidden dragon and crouching tiger, this is nonsense.

Although I entered this circle, most of the people I met were cultivators, and there were many people and things in this circle, but in fact, the proportion of cultivators in the vast sea of people was actually very small.

Not to mention one in 10,000, one in 100,000, even one in a million is a bit high.

In the same way, among the fortune tellers on the street, there are really very few people who can have real skills.

Most of the fortune tellers, as well as the stalls with all kinds of eating guys, are actually deceptive.

After learning a little bit of messy feng shui fate, and then picking up the rice bowl, there are many such people.

This kind of person has been cheating on the street for a long time, and has seen countless people, and his kung fu is far more powerful than ordinary people, so the means of seeing people are also strong, and he can always practice the ability to see people and talk about people, not to mention outsiders, even if they are insiders, they may be on the road.

But for days, I was wandering around the neighborhood.

I'm looking for someone.

The man in my mind is said to have a rule, that is, he will not detach from the masses.

Even if he is a counselor of state affairs in Ouchi, every once in a while, he will come to Babaoshan or other places, set up a small stall, and then tell fortunes to people to eliminate disasters.

Some people say that this is to make a name for Mai Shenxiangmen, and some people say that it is to eliminate disasters for themselves.

After all, the work they did was a leak.

Sometimes, some calamities are actually inevitable, and if you forcibly change your life, the tragic fate will eventually fall on your head.

Some scheming scholars know how to avoid disasters.

That is, to set up a stall.

It's not about making money, it's about lifestyle.

I'm walking around the streets, looking at the world, and sometimes, I feel that it's actually quite interesting, and it's actually quite interesting to see that some guys are not in this business at all, but with a mouth, they make people dizzy, and finally raise their hands and surrender, which is actually quite interesting.

Whenever this kind of thing happens, I just watch from a distance and don't step forward to break it.

Those who are willing to spend money to get this are actually looking for a kind of psychological comfort.

If I go to break it, I'm afraid that I will be angry inside and out.

On the fourth day, I went out for a stroll again, and finally saw a lewd old man wearing sunglasses sitting under a big camphor tree.

I walked up to him, crouched down, and said hello, tell me my fate.

The man looked up at me, didn't say a word, rolled up the white cloth and left.