After this man carefully found the thread, not only did his face look happy; But when he looked down for a long time, and at last could only pick up a slightly clumsy shuttle needle, he made another difficulty: it was okay to use this thing to mend fishing nets; But if you want to use it to stitch up the wound, you have to pestle Sheng Beichuan to death!

Qi Yan looked at the shuttle needle the size of a plantain and also thought of what the other party was anxious about. He reached out and untied an intricately crafted cowhide seal from his waist, carefully placed it on the ground and slowly unfolded it......

"Wow! Brother Qi, what are you guys for? There are all kinds of things, and it's weird that they look good......"

The man was marveling at Qi Yan's various cowhide tool bags; But when Sheng Beichuan heard this, he looked back, and the old face that had turned sallow due to blood loss quickly floated a piece of iron blue:

"Song Daya, don't say a few words, if you have this gossip skills, you might as well quickly touch your money bag!"

Qi Yan's profession is not a secret at all in front of an old Jianghu of Sheng Beichuan's level. Whether it is a standard thief bone or two flush fairy fingers, they are all manifestations of the ultimate thief talent. So he didn't seem to hear it, but he picked out the most delicate lock-picking crochet needle, and after putting it on the bonfire, he carefully spun the fine twine, and turned back to the man and explained:

"Song Daya, right? Burn a bag of cigarettes on your head, and by the way, pick a few more strong brothers, hold down the old man's hands and feet, and I'm going to start sewing the wounds! ”

"The cigarette pouch is on the table, just go and light it; But there is no need to press the hands and feet, it's just a little pain, I can still bear the old man, and I don't need others to help! By the way, I have a bag of silver here, and after you have divided it, go back to your own house. Hide for three days, and if the market is calm, go back to work at the docks. ”

Put down the old and the young in the Dragon King Temple, and don't mention it; At this moment, on the coastal defense city wall in the north of Dengzhou City, there are two night walkers wearing robes and hats, and they are looking down at an inn in the city at the same time.

The name of this inn is called "Wanghai Tower", and the front building facing the street is a medium-sized shop with two floors; Behind the shop, there is a small mansion, which was arranged by the innkeeper into a kitchen shed, a storeroom, and two bedrooms.

On weekdays, when there is nothing to do, if you stand in the position of the two of them and look down on the backyard of Wanghai Tower, you can only see the north wall of the front hall; But tonight's north wall unexpectedly revealed a gap that could accommodate two people to pass side by side! Bursts of fighting and shouting came through this gap into the backyard and drowned in the torrential rainstorm......

On the wall, one of them spoke:

"Your Majesty, I don't understand why you let him go. As a Heavenly Spirit Veiner, if you want Shen Gui's life to be just a move of your fingers, why is it so troublesome? ”

"The time has not yet come."

"The time has not come? Hasn't Bai Heng already fallen into our hands? And Lin Si is worried about that ......"

"Bai Heng just fell into our hands, but he is not dead yet."

"But what is the difference between a Heavenly Spirit Vein who has lost his divine power and an ordinary person?"

Xia Worm couldn't speak, and the question that Bai Yuyan sounded quite reasonable, but Song Xingzhou lost all his talking power; He didn't try to explain why the timing was wrong, but just gave a faint order:

"It's none of your business. You'd better remember that without an order from me or Daoist Guan, you are not allowed to get close to Shen Gui and Lin Siwei for half a step! ”

“…… Be! ”

Bai Yuyan also heard the displeasure in Song Xingzhou's tone, so he could only accept it, and sulked with his cheeks puffed out. However, at this moment, the gap, which was wide enough for two people, actually knocked out a young man again; The man's ribcage had collapsed, and it looked like an embroidered shoe that had been stepped on from the waist; And his mouth and nose were spurting blood frantically, and the whole person flew upside down like a sharp arrow off the string, carrying countless broken bricks and rubble, and landed on the ground in the backyard......

"Your Majesty! These people can't be Shen Gui's opponents, so why ...... in vain"

"Shh

Song Xingzhou stretched out a burst of fingers, leading the white jade smoke with an impatient face, and landed her gaze on the roof of Wanghai Tower. At this moment, a bolt of lightning poured out from the thick dark clouds, and Bai Yuyan squinted and saw that on the roof of Wanghailou, there was a white-haired old man with his eyes closed and resting, sitting cross-legged against the downpour!

He ...... He is? ”

Bai Yuyan was still surprised by the identity of this person; Song Xingzhou frowned, looked carefully at the young knight who had just broken through the wall and had swallowed his last breath at this time, and said in a rather helpless tone:

"Let's go. In today's battle, Shen Gui won. ”

"But the old ......"

"He? He can't win against Shen Gui now......"

"Okay......"

With a thunderclap, the white jade smoke and Song Xingzhou on the city wall completely disappeared on the north city wall in the rainy night. They had just left, but Shen Gui was holding two divine weapons in his back, and his face was gloomy through the gap in the wall and walked into the verandah leading to the backyard.

The entire front hall of Wanghai Tower has turned into a Shura hell at this time; The soles of Shen Gui's shoes were also stained with flesh and blood, and at this time, he stepped on the bluestone steps covered with rain, making a sticky sound. As Shen Gui's footsteps stood still, the rain falling from the eaves also happened to be blown on the tip of his nose by the wind, bringing him a rare coolness. Shen Gui, who had been dry for a long time, stretched out his tongue greedily and probed towards the rain that formed a line of beads; He hoped that the rootless water would nourish his body and dilute the salty smell that permeated his mouth and nose.

He was fighting in the front hall just now, and from the air full of fishy smell and earthy smell, he smelled a wisp of Song Xingzhou's smell.

No one can escape from the siege of dozens of practitioners in an extremely closed and narrow environment, and Shen Gui is certainly no exception. After a tragic and bloody battle, although he was not fatally injured in his vital point and death hole, his entire physical condition was on the verge of collapse.

Dozens of wounds of varying depths were all over his body; The flesh and skin that rolled outward looked like a baby's mouth, and after being washed away by the rain, it looked very terrifying; The wound keeps taking the blood from the body; It also made his brain spin around, and his vision gradually became blurred; His chest, which rose and fell with the rhythm of his chaotic breathing, seemed to have been thrown into a handful of hot dry wood, constantly burning his throat and lungs. Despite the heavy rain tonight and the abundance of moisture in the air, Shen Gui's every breath was as if he had swallowed a red-hot charcoal, causing him to go straight to his chest and pull out his throat......

However, it is precisely because of this pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow that barely supports the normal functioning of his body and mind; Otherwise, if there is even the slightest slackness, he will not be able to successfully pass through that Shura field!

A few mouthfuls of rain went down to his stomach, quickly moistening the dried limbs and hundreds of remains, and also forcibly pulled Shen Gui back from his perception almost out of his body; Exhausted, he leaned on the pillars and slowly slid down to the ground; But his knees, which were already shaking like chaff, couldn't exert himself at all, and the whole person immediately turned crooked, rolled into the courtyard from the narrow verandah, and accepted the baptism of this rainstorm......

In a trance, Shen Gui seemed to see the face of an old woman in the rainy night. The other party was looking at him with compassion, and his lips were shaking, as if he wanted to say something to himself; Shen Gui's hearing had long been occupied by the rain, and he could only open his eyes again, trying to distinguish it by lip talk......

Large raindrops kept falling on my eyes, bringing a sense of sourness. Shen Gui planned to relieve it with a blink, but he didn't expect that as soon as the eyelids closed, he couldn't open them anymore......

At the same moment that Shen Gui closed his eyes, the white-haired old man who had been sitting cross-legged on the roof suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly stood up and took out a sheathed sword only half an inch wide from his robe; With a dull chirp, the sword came out like a rainbow and cut through this rainy night!

He brushed his rain-stained silver whiskers with his left hand, turned and jumped, and fell into the backyard of Wanghai Tower.

This old man with white hair is the current head of the Taihua Sword School, Xu Tianchuan, who is known as the Xu Tianchuan of the Sword in the rivers and lakes.

The so-called snake does not move without a head, and a bird does not fly without wings; Even though these young heroes from various sects and factions are actually cannon fodder outcasts selected by the division; But from the perspective of the higher-ups, although it is a move to send people to death, these people always deserve to die more valuable.

Therefore, they arranged for these death squads a martial arts senior celebrity who was responsible for directing the hunt for Shen Gui.

However, the broken corpses in the front hall of Wanghai Tower were all young people in various sects and factions before their deaths; As early as when he was practicing in the sect, he was courteous and protected by his seniors and fellow brothers; When Yicheng became a teacher, when the layman was chivalrous and righteous, he also had a famous teacher as a backer.

Growing up in such an environment, anyone will inevitably be pampered with some arrogance, but the way of expression is slightly different. Moreover, they are not willing to be disciplined, so they will not take the spacious road of serving the country in the army, but instead embark on the rugged path called Jianghu grass.

Now these young heroes who are just waiting to ride the wind are fortunate to participate in this martial arts era of demon eradication and defense, and it is inevitable that they will inevitably think that they have encountered an excellent opportunity to become famous. It is not difficult to imagine that under such circumstances, how could they follow the commands of their predecessors?

What happened to Xiyue Taihua? The status of the rivers and lakes of whom's master is not half a point inferior to your Xiyue Taihua; What about Xu Tianchuan? No one's master has ever been a defeated soldier under you! Who wants to listen to you, a short, skinny old man? The road is facing the sky, let's go to the side! If you get in the way of the master's fame, even your Xiyue Taihua will be destroyed together!