Not long after returning to the inn, it was dark.

Xia Qing settled Shi Xuanxuan well, fed her to swallow the Yuanyang Pill, and came to the inn lobby. Tang Banbei, Zhao Dazui and others were there, and the Lu madman who only knew how to strike iron all day long also came.

"Qing'er, are you injured?" asked the old shopkeeper, although his eyes couldn't see, he smelled blood on Xia Qing's body. In the battle by the Luoshui River, Xia Qing was also injured.

Xia Qing shook his head, "It's okay, it's all some skin injuries, just get some sleep." ”

"Hmph, those Flying Feather Guards are too hateful, old man, kill them all, lest they stay and harm others, and do it early tomorrow morning!" Yu Qi Niang said fiercely.

Zhao Dazui smiled, "Add me one, I haven't been happy for a long time, this day is really boring." ”

"Aren't you afraid of bringing Qing'er to ruin?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Said: "Zhongzhou and Wuzhou have been separated since ancient times, and vain attempts to get involved and embezzle Wuzhou will not have good results." Don't worry, if we don't need to make a move, someone will deal with Feiyu Guard. Ouyang Liuchuan was the first night wanderer to stand up, and there would be more and more such people. ”

"Old man, you're completely hopeless. Yu Qiniang snorted, turned around and left.

Zhao Dazui also left, shouting as he walked, "Boring, boring." ”

Tang Banbei and Lu Maniac also left, and began to work on their own business again, Lu Maniac continued to strike iron, Tang Banbei was busy drinking, as if he couldn't kill all the Fei Yu Guards, and everyone was very disappointed.

"It's the most boring thing to fight, kill and kill, be more patient, Qing'er, don't be spoiled by them. Actually, your aunt and Big Mouth are both good people. "The old shopkeeper continues to ruin people.

"I know, aunts, they're all good people. Actually, I'm also a good person. ”

Xia Qing blinked, more simple and honest than a young man in the mountains, and took the opportunity to ask the old shopkeeper, "By the way, old shopkeeper, where is the Great Joy Valley?"

Fei Yuwei was very hateful, and almost died in their hands, but Xia Qing's main concern was not Fei Yuwei, but the Great Joy Valley that the mad Daoist said, looking forward to finding his mother.

"I don't know, Qing'er, how do you know about this place?"

"In the Seven Star Rock Ghost City, my aunt asked me to find a crazy Taoist, the same old Taoist priest told me, saying that he had seen a similar jade pendant in it. If you find the valley of great joy, you may be able to find my mother. Xia Qing didn't give up and asked, "Old shopkeeper, is there anyone in this world who knows the location of Dahuanxi Valley?"

"I don't know. ”

The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Qing'er, it's useless to rush some things, if you want to explore Wuzhou to find your mother, the most important thing now is to improve your cultivation realm." If you don't have enough strength, even if you know where the Great Joy Valley is, you can't go, understand?"

"I understand, but I just can't wait! Old shopkeeper, I just want to see my mother, I want to know if she is still alive, is it so difficult?"

Xia Qing's heart was bitter, turned around and left, and went back to his room. secretly decided that he must find his mother and would never give up.

The old shopkeeper closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep, and after a long time, he sighed faintly, "Dahuan Valley, Qing'er, you won't like that place, I promise." Everyone has an obsession in their hearts, the world is full of demons, alas, ......"

The old shopkeeper took out Jasper Xiao, and began to blow his old heart without a trace sound, and the song remained unchanged for ten years.

Tang Banbei continued to pour himself a drink, he could drink from dawn to dark, and then from dark to dawn, it seemed that he would never get drunk, and he could forget everything when he had a drink, and he could not hear any sound; Lu Madman did not seem to hear the old shopkeeper's sigh, and continued to strike iron, a nail could be beaten repeatedly for ten years, as if a small nail was his life.

Everyone in the inn has nothing to do, and they all seem to be busy.

Xia Qing returned to the room, closed the door and practiced boxing, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship several times as usual. Tang Banmu's drunken dream death knife has not been able to touch the door until now, and he can't find the feeling no matter how he practices, but Zhao Dazui's eternal long night terror fist has gradually taken root in his heart, and the battle of the Seven Star Rock Ghost City has initially demonstrated the power of this exercise. If you blast out with a punch with all your strength, you will die, even if you are a powerful master, you will be killed by a punch if you are not prepared! According to Zhao Dazui, after cultivation, you can even control the life and death of your opponent, and if you let your opponent die in the third watch, you will never live to the fifth watch!

Xia Qing focused on practicing boxing, practicing the eternal night terror boxing over and over again, and gradually felt a majestic tyrannical aura in this boxing technique. The more proficient he is in boxing, the more he feels a sense of tyranny and resentment, hatred of heaven and earth, and even hatred of everything around him, and he wants to vent his whole body strength through one punch, and if he doesn't vent it thoroughly, he will not understand his hatred!

"The long night of eternity, a fist ......"

"What kind of punch is this, and who is Uncle Big Mouth? If he smashes it with all his might, how powerful will it be?"

Xia Qing muttered, drenched in sweat, and slowly stopped. I didn't think much about it before, every time I came to Wuzhou, I just cared about playing crazy, but now when I grew up, I gradually found that whether it was my aunt Yu Qiniang or Zhao Dazui and Tang Banbei and others, everyone had a lot of suspicious things, far from being as simple as it seemed. However, the feelings and care for themselves are real, Xia Qing can feel it, but he doesn't understand their true identity and experience.

The poisonous fog rolled, covering the sky and the sun, and wanted to engulf everything in Wuzhou. The stone statue of the inn emitted a faint light, stubbornly keeping the terrible poisonous mist out.

Xia Qing looked up at the night and poisonous fog outside the window, and secretly smacked his tongue, wondering how Ouyang Liuchuan wandered in the night. Wuzhou is like a huge magnet, attracting countless masters and heroes, the old shopkeeper is right, if you want to explore the ancient Wuzhou, the most important thing is to improve your cultivation realm. So far, there is no practice that is expected to improve one's cultivation quickly, and that is the Abyss Technique. The cultivation process is very dangerous, but the consequences are also significant, and every time you cultivate, you will gain something.

Xia Qing hesitated a little, and then acted quickly, and quietly went to the utility room of the madman Lu to get a lot of wind chimes, and hung the whole room full. The other end of the wind chime is wrapped around the body, and the body moves slightly, and the wind chimes in the room will ring.

After confirming it repeatedly, Xia Qing sat down cross-legged and mustered up the courage to practice the Abyss Technique again. This is an extremely dangerous and terrifying technique, and it is also his hope, eager to break through the second life grid prohibition and cultivate to the Yuan Shen realm.