[Please keep in mind the domain name of this site" ", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] The Blood Knife Ancestor seemed to be deliberately playing, first reached out to her head and pulled out a piece of hair, Shui Sheng was slightly pained, and shouted: "What are you doing?" The Blood Knife Ancestor ignored her, left it on the back of the horse Fang Jie was riding, and then put the hair on the tip of her nose and galloped quickly.

At that time, Shui Sheng curled up, lying on the horse in front of Fang Jie, saw the Blood Knife Ancestor put his hair on the tip of his nose, and felt a slight itch, I don't know what the hell he was messing with, he was about to open his mouth and exhale to blow his hair away, only to hear the Blood Knife Ancestor shouting: "Don't move, see clearly!" Then he turned his horse's head and ran back, and the two horses crossed paths, and they passed by.

Shui Sheng only felt that the red light flashed in front of him, and the tip of his nose was slightly cool, and then he felt that the hair on his nose was no longer there, and the Blood Knife Ancestor stretched out the Blood Knife, but saw that the hair was flat on the blade, and the Blood Knife Ancestor was bald, and this soft long hair was Shui Sheng's thing, and it could no longer be faked.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jie and Shui Sheng were both admired, but Fang Jie was stammering, while Shui Sheng was sighing secretly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

The Blood Knife Old Zule turned the horse's head, rode with Fang Jie again, and said: "As for the cutting of the rot, it is to use a piece of tofu to put on the wooden board, and cut it with a knife, and to cut a two-inch thick piece of tofu into twenty pieces, each piece is intact and unbroken, and this trick is considered a preliminary small achievement." ”

Fang Jie couldn't help but say: "That's only a preliminary success?" ”

The Blood Knife Ancestor said, "Of course! Do you think, is it difficult to peel tofu while standing steadily, or is it difficult to gallop and cut hair on the tip of a girl's nose? Haha, haha! ”

Fang Jie is not a person who is very good at sycophancy, or rather, he can shoot. But he didn't want to do it. But after listening to the words of the Blood Knife Ancestor, and seeing that the other party's knife technique was so wonderful, he was sincerely envious, and always felt that he should say something, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't squeeze out a word, and in a hurry, he who was familiar with the plot rolled his eyes, so he had to borrow a sycophant sentence from Di Yun: "Master Grandpa is born with great ability." It's not beyond the reach of ordinary people. As long as the apprentice's grandson has practiced to one-tenth of his grandfather, he will be satisfied! ”

"This sycophant can be regarded as the return of things to their original owners......" After filming this sentence, Fang Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when the honest Di Yun said this, it was not easy to squeeze it out, although Fang Jie and Di Yun had completely different personalities, but they had superb knife skills for the Blood Knife Ancestor. But it was the same admiration, so this was not a sycophant, but in fact, Fang Jie felt it, because this martial arts waste did think like this.

Blood Knife Ancestor said: "Although your qualifications are poor, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can learn this kung fu." Okay, you can try it! As he spoke, he reached out and plucked another hair from Shui Sheng and placed it on the tip of her nose.

Shui Sheng was shocked. In one breath, he blew his hair away and shouted, "This little monk can't do it, how can he let him try it?" ”

Blood Knife Ancestor said: "If you don't practice kung fu, you won't be able to do it once, and if you can't do it again, if you can't do it twice, you will practice him ten times and eight times!" As he spoke, he plucked another hair from her and put it on the tip of her nose. Fang Jie smiled: "You try it!" ”

Fang Jie glanced at Shui Sheng, who was lying in front of him. I saw that her face was full of resentment and anger, but in her eyes. Finally, he showed a look of fear.

"It's just a beautiful NPC, and if you miss it, you can make a contribution, and it's better to die than to be raped......"

If he was outside the dungeon, Fang Jie might not hesitate to slash it with a knife, but the "otherworldly" environment inside this dungeon always made him a little apprehensive in his heart, and secretly reminded himself that his heart was horizontal, and he was about to split it when he raised his knife, but he heard the Blood Knife Ancestor say on the side: "The waist is strong and the shoulders are strong, the shoulders are connected to the arms, the arms are weak, and the wrists are weak!" ”

Fang Jie understood in his heart, although these essentials were not the same as when he used to chop wood, but the reason was the same, and he immediately raised his knife and slashed it from top to bottom according to Shui Sheng's nose, but when he was just halfway to the ground, he only heard the sound of horses' hooves, and dozens of people chased him from afar, and someone shouted: "Blood Knife Monk, you put down my daughter, let's stop together, otherwise you will flee to the edge of the sky, and I will chase you to the edge of the sky." ”

The sound of the horse's hooves is still far away, but this call is clear, Fang Jie's movements slowed down, this knife can't be cut down no matter what, because the person who shouted is Shui Dai, he doesn't want to kill his daughter in front of others, and when the time comes, it will anger the other party, and it may not be difficult to kill him with Shui Dai's martial arts.

At this moment, the voices of four people were heard shouting in unison: "Falling flowers and flowing water - flowing water and falling flowers!" Falling flowers and flowing water - water flowing flowers falling. The voices of the four people are different, or old, or majestic, or long, or high-pitched, but the internal strength is thick, and each is good at winning.

The Blood Knife Ancestor frowned and scolded: "The dog thieves in the Central Plains have so many stinks!" ”

I only heard Shui Dai say again: "No matter how strong your martial arts are, you will be able to defeat me Nan Siqi and Luohua Liushui will join forces to attack, you will put my daughter down, and the husband will say like a mountain, and he will no longer chase you." ”

After hearing Shui Dai's words, Fang Jie, who was familiar with the original work, knew that this person was right, although the Blood Knife Ancestor had great martial arts, and he would naturally win one-on-one, but if the two joined forces, he would lose more and win less, and he had to escape.

The Blood Knife Ancestor naturally thought the same way, otherwise he would not have run away before, but now seeing that the four people were about to chase after him, how could he care about teaching knife skills, and immediately shouted at the other party, and rode his horse again to continue to gallop to the west, but Shui Dai and his cadres were chasing after him, and after a few days, he actually chased from Hubei into Sichuan.

This chase from one after the other, in the blink of an eye, for nearly twenty days, the Blood Knife Ancestor turned into a fork in the road several times, wanting to leave the pursuers behind. But one of the heroes is a horse thief from the Kanto region, who is good at tracking, no matter how the Blood Knife Ancestor makes a detour, he can always track and catch up.

It's just that in this way, the group has become more and more desolate, and has gone deep into the mountains and mountains of western Sichuan. All the heroes knew that the ancestor of the blood knife wanted to escape back to his hometown in Tibet, and once he arrived at his lair, there were already a lot of monks in the blood knife gate, plus the traitorous party and prostitute friends, and the power was strong.

Although Fang Jie, who wanted to stay in Jingzhou and bury Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua together, was extremely reluctant in his heart, but now this situation could not help him, so he could only escape with the Blood Knife Ancestor, and Ding Dian's corpse may have been poisoned by Jin Bo Xun's flower, and it did not decay for several days, which also made Fang Jie depressed and had a trace of comfort.

What made Fang Jie feel a little puzzled was that he stayed in this copy for almost a month, but he didn't receive a short message from anyone, and it seemed that he was completely cut off from the "world", however, Fang Jie occasionally wondered in the first two days, but after more than ten days, he lost that mind, especially after staying with two extremely humane NPCs for a long time, Fang Jie felt that this was the real world, and he gradually integrated into this environment.

At that time, he had already arrived at the border of Xichuan, and even more westward was the Tibetan border, which was the Daxue Mountain Range, Fang Jie was shocked in his heart at the same time, and at the same time, he felt strange, thinking that he actually rode a horse from the territory of Hubei to the Blood Knife Gate on the Tibetan side, and the 25,000-mile long march was probably not as far as he went.

After entering the familiar and unfamiliar canyon, but seeing the terrain is high, full of ice and snow, the road is slippery, and the cold wind is bone-chilling, it is needless to say, if it is "outside", Fang Jie will lose 1 point of qi and blood per second at most, and at this time, he really felt the altitude sickness, if it wasn't for the time when he came to rest for several days, Fang Jie, who had already had one more internal skill, kept meditating and cultivating the upper limit of internal strength, I am afraid it would be very difficult to breathe.

Seeing that he was about to enter the canyon, Fang Jie always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly thought that after the Blood Knife Ancestor and the group of pursuers entered the valley in the original book, a big avalanche occurred for no reason, this kind of natural disaster mortals were naturally powerless to resist, and as a result, a group of people were trapped inside, and I didn't know if this avalanche would happen if he followed the Blood Knife Ancestor in?

"Very likely, ......" In the past few days, Fang Jie has analyzed this main quest thoroughly in his spare time, and found that from beginning to end, he has fallen into a game, a game set by the game system according to the original plot, although his performance occasionally violates the normal development of the plot, but the game system can always correct it.

Of course, unless Fang Jie doesn't want to complete this task, wants to die, and wants to deliberately get along with himself, the game system will break the game, however, if this game is broken, his main quest will fail, then he and the game system are both lose-lose situations, with Fang Jie's realistic character, considering the gains and losses, he naturally doesn't want to deliberately get along with the game system, besides, he has also gained a lot of benefits now, which is originally a matter of mutual benefit.

But now he knows that after entering the canyon in front of him, the game system will arrange a big avalanche, he is a little apprehensive in his heart, because no matter how you look at it, although the game system can arrange a big avalanche, it is impossible to control the avalanche to deliberately go around him, maybe this time is a test for him, if this level can't be passed, it will definitely be buried alive, and there is no other result.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie couldn't help but remind the Blood Knife Ancestor: "Senior Ancestor, can we go around this canyon?" ”

"Around? Where are you going? Where did the Blood Knife Ancestor know Fang Jie's thoughts, he smiled and said: "It's a little cold in the canyon, but you don't know anything about it, as long as you pass through this valley, it is the base of this gate, and there is only this one way to go, if the group of people behind them dare to follow again, hehehehe, they will definitely have no return!" ”

"But, but, it's ......" Fang Jie hesitated for a long time, pointed to the big snow mountain, and still told the truth: "The disciple is afraid that if you go in, there will be an avalanche above!" ”

"Fart!" The Blood Knife Ancestor immediately said angrily: "Since the establishment of my Blood Knife Sect, there has never been an avalanche here, are you cursing me that the Blood Knife Sect is about to be destroyed?" Don't talk nonsense, if it weren't for your diligent practice for a while, Lao Tzu would definitely take your sacrificial knife! Don't be sluggish, hurry up and hit the road! ”

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided......" Seeing the fierce look on the Blood Knife Ancestor, Fang Jie sighed faintly, and didn't dare to say anything more, thinking that instead of angering the Blood Knife Ancestor and being killed by him, it was better to fight to the death, maybe there was still a way to live......

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