"I see." Shi Zhichuan nodded understandingly, and then asked, "This blood demon is so powerful, is there really no news after this?" Could it be that he also fled to Nanshu with other evil ways later, and we don't know? ”

"It's possible," Lu Shengyuan bowed, "but these things are already hundreds of years ago, and the people of that year did not find any trace of the Blood Demon, and we don't know if he finally arrived in Nanshu." ”

At this time, although the carriage is more convenient than walking, but in the end it takes a lot of time, although it is not a non-stop rush to start from a foot lake, but when it comes to Nanshu, it also took nearly two months, at this time the summer is nearing the end, the cicadas are endless, Lian Yun sat in the carriage and roughly calculated the time, only to suddenly find that he was similar to Lu Shengyuan for half a year.

He couldn't help but set his eyes on the young man, and recalled the first time he saw Lu Shengyuan.

When he fell from the cliff, even if Lian Yun was tightly hugged by Chongxi, the maid of Ling Chongge, but the height of the cliff, coupled with the momentum and gravitational force of the fall, when he came into contact with the trees under the cliff, he was almost inserted into a sieve by the thick trunk.

But because of the cliff falling because the system judged it to be suicide, Lian Yun was repaired so that he did not die, but because the body was too injured, the system could only restore the general Cheng dù in an instant, and the rest needed time to repair slowly.

He dragged such a half-grown wound slowly groping in the wolf field, Lian Yun couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, even if he knew that there was a saying that he judged the direction by looking at the growth of the tree, but in the face of the primitive trees in front of him that seemed to grow well, the barren knowledge points left by Lian Yun in his previous life could not help him anything.

So until he smelled the smell of wheat wafting in the air, he had been wandering in the wolf field, during which he met jackals, tigers and leopards, but he never saw a trace of people, so for the encounter with Lu Shengyuan, even Yun now feels that there is a bit of incredible meaning in it, as if it is like those virtual storylines seen in the previous life, the wilderness, the inaccessible place, this fateful encounter-

When he was dizzy from hunger, he followed the taste to find the young man roasting buns by the fire.

Naturally, this source does not seem to fit the aesthetics of the word 'fate', but this is a fact, and Lian Yun has never thought to deny it.

"Ji Kai." He opened his mouth to call the youth.

Lu Shengyuan raised his eyes, and the person who saw his action continued: "At that time, why were you there? Lian Yun said this, seeing Lu Shengyuan's slightly puzzled expression, he realized that what he said was not clear enough, so he added: "When you and I met for the first time. ”

Only then did the young man show a sudden realization, and Shi Zhichuan on the side had already looked at the two curiously when he heard the sound, and the young man was obviously very interested in the story of the encounter between his master and Brother Lu.

"I remember Lian Yun, you were chased and killed by the people of Luofumen, so you fell from the cliff and arrived in the wolf field?" Lu Shengyuan asked.

Lian Yun bowed: "That's right. ”

"I'm in the same situation as Lian Yun, at that time, because of the appearance of the foggy bath, the foggy mountains were led by my uncle to participate in the clog flower party, and when I was on the road, I separated from my uncle because of some things, but probably because I haven't been out of the foggy mountains for a long time, I am somewhat rusty, and I accidentally found someone else's way," Lu Shengyuan smiled and scratched his head, "I was thrown into the wilderness overnight at night." ”

His appearance that he was just careless and made a mistake made people feel powerless, and even Shi Zhichuan felt that Lu Shengyuan was particularly unreliable like this, and the young man held his forehead: "Brother Lu's appearance is always unbelievable." ”

"Really? But that's just the way it is. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the walking carriage stopped, and the groom, who was rented along with the connected car, said outside: "Guest, Nanshu has arrived." ”

Lian Yun was slightly surprised, he reached out and opened the curtain on the car window, but what he saw was the scene of the wild mountains and forests in a trance.

Lu Shengyuan took the lead out of the carriage, after he jumped down, he looked around, and the coachman followed behind him and explained: "Nanshu is rugged, mostly hilly and mountainous, with many trees, shrouded in smoke and haze all year round, plus it is a place where evil ways gather, sparsely populated, we have always parked the car in this realm, because if we really enter Nanshu before, if we meet people from the evil way, it is not good." ”

Lu Shengyuan bowed, turned to look at Lian Yun and Shi Zhichuan, who had already gotten out of the car, and then said to the coachman: "It makes sense for you to say this, then according to the agreement, you will wait in the previous village for a month, and where will we find you after we finish our work." ”

Coachman: "Yes, guest. After saying this, the coachman drove the carriage back and forth.

Shi Zhichuan asked Lu Shengyuan: "Brother Lu, where are we going to meet your uncle and them now?" ”

Lu Shengyuan pinched his chin and thought about it: "If it is a senior uncle, there will probably be a disciple of Wushan at the entrance of Nanshu, and we can meet when we go in." ”

"Let's go." Lu Shengyuan

"Elder Zhonghua."

The man who was called 'Elder' looked unexpectedly young, and he smiled and took a beautiful porcelain vase from his hand and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The maidservant lowered her head when she heard the sound, Zhong Hua glanced at her lightly, a trace of thought flashed in her eyes, there was a note next to his hand, a few lines of words were written, on the shelf of the room, the snow crow of Frost Free City put its head into its wings and fell asleep, and after a while, Zhong Hua said, "You go first." ”

Handmaiden: "Yes." After saying this, he respectfully withdrew, not forgetting to close the door.

Zhonghua in the room looked at the carpet in the study, as early as more than a month ago, the snow crow brought Lian Yun's reply, the young man categorically rejected the plan to come to Hezhou, and then roughly said that he had met the dead fish eye, and it was a gentle tone between the lines, especially the last point of asking Zhonghua to solve the matter in Hezhou, it was impossible for Lian Yun to say it.

"Hehe," the elegant man chuckled in a low voice, "It seems that the city lord is still with that big disciple of the Misty Mountains, and the relationship is better." ”

The note in reply was crushed and discarded on the ground by Zhong Hua, he glanced at the porcelain vase that he had put aside, and then stood up with it, a bowl with water had been placed on the table where the tea was placed in the front room, and Zhong Hua uncorked the porcelain vase.

With the continuous tilt of his wrist, the liquid in the porcelain bottle finally rolled out a drop and fell into the bowl, after leaching out a smear of black, it quickly turned colorless again, Zhonghua glanced at the water bowl, picked it up and sniffed the taste, and then poured the full bowl of water into the pot of orchid grass in the house.

"The Misty Bath Sword hasn't been delivered to Frost-Free City yet, City Lord," the brown-black eyes looked at the withered bluegrass, "when will you go back with me?" ”

The basin of water had been stained red with blood, and the black-clothed young man sitting on the bed had his open clothes revealing a miserable white belly, and he used scissors to cut the remaining strips of cloth after tying them, and it could be seen that his chest was tightly bandaged, but the blood that slowly oozes out can be seen.

The room was in the shade, and though it was daytime, it was as dark as dusk, and the man came to the table with his chest covered, and saw a piece of paper on the table, with several lines written from top to bottom, some of which had been crossed out by ink, and some of which were still on the paper.

The young man's pale fingertips pinched the paper, and put the thing down again for a while, and under his scattered hair, a pair of dark eyes flashed with murderous aura

The man with a pair of dead fish eyes sat bored on a tree, and after seeing a person finally walk out of the gate across the street, he let out a long sigh and jumped down: "It's so slow this time." He complained mercilessly.

The person who had just killed a person glanced at him coldly: "If you wait too long, you will go next time." ”

"Hey, don't, don't," Dead Fisheye waved his hand, "Haven't you been doing this all along?" I'm not going to get involved. ”

The man who had always been a little at odds with the dead fish's eyes brushed away the hair that fell on his shoulders, and then shook his ponytail and turned away without hesitation.

"I said, don't go so fast, little black," Dead Fisheye said, and then chased after him, "How about this person, it took a long time, it should be quite powerful." ”

Xiao Hei was silent for a moment: "No." ”

"Huh? No, what no, what's not, what do you mean? ”

However, the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, and no matter how noisy the dead fish eye was, the man known as Xiao Hei walked forward without saying a word

Yin Yun stood at the gate of his house in a wolf body, he looked as if he had been robbed and rolled down the mountain, with dead grass and branches at one end, and the clothes on his body were tattered, after receiving his sister's disgusting gaze, the young man scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said softly: "Qiu Nian, I'm back." ”

"Brother, did you follow your city lord to the bandits' den?" Yin Qiunian asked mercilessly, and then the little girl tilted her head and looked at her brother's empty back, showed a clear expression, nodded and said-

"Sure enough, it's because it's too wasteful, so it's abandoned?"

I didn't expect that after going home this time, my sister's would become like this: "

The child ghost sat in the carriage reading a book, and finally under the gaze of Wei Chiheng, he raised his head and looked at the other party: "Something?" ”

Wei Chiheng smiled slightly and asked, "Actually, there is a question that I asked when I first met you." ”

The childish face showed a puzzled look, and frowned slightly: "What's the problem?" ”

"That's it," Wei Chiheng rolled his eyes, "How old are you, child?" ”

The child ghost put down the book in his hand, his tone was neither angry nor embarrassed, he just asked, "Wei Chi, are you serious?" ”

"Huh?"

"I'm already weak this year."

"Ha ?!!"

Lian Yun retracted his gaze looking at the mountains in the distance, and when he turned his head, Lu Shengyuan fell into his eyes with a forbearant side face, and the young man half-knelt on the ground to check the corpse of the disciple of the Foggy Mountains who had begun to decompose, and the air was full of the smell of extreme erosion, and Shi Zhichuan, who was still a teenager, had already gone to the side to vomit because he couldn't stand it.

"How long have you been dead?" Lian Yun walked behind Lu Shengyuan and asked.

The flesh on the corpse of the Kirishang disciple had begun to collapse, and streams of yellow liquid were flowing from the ground, and Lian Yun's gaze stayed on the rotten and sunken eye sockets of the other party, where the lines on the writhing maggot could be seen clearly with his eyesight.

"It's been about a month and a half." Lu Shengyuan looked up at the surrounding environment, there was no trace of a fight, and the sword carried by the dead Wushan disciple was not unsheathed, and Lu Shengyuan recognized that the dead was another disciple of his affectionate father.

The young man sighed, and without hesitation, he reached out and took out the sword from under the rotten corpse: "It seems that it should be the hand of the evil way, but he didn't even have a chance to use the sword."

The three of them were silent for a while, Lian Yun looked at Lu Shengyuan's hand holding the sword, he didn't quite understand why the other party wanted to pick up the sword, if it was Lian Yun, it would never be possible to move the sword of that dead man, and it was a dead man who had begun to rot.

Lu Shengyuan's hands were stained with corpse water, and Shi Zhichuan looked at him with awe: "Brother Lu, you are amazing. He was simply complimenting the other party for being able to endure that disgusting feeling.

Although the young man said this, his body clearly expressed his dislike for his respected 'Brother Lu', he stood in the distance and moved to the rear of Lian Yun little by little with a movement that would never tighten the distance, and then said: "Master, Brother Lu, we are now." He stopped talking.