The autumn is high and cool, and the eyes are full of dry yellow color. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The carriage was steady, and the wheels ran over the thick fallen leaves.

In the carriage, Xinghuan pillowed Yujie's plump thighs, spread out an old sheepskin map in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

This map is the map that records the Fuyuan Cave.

On the map, the outlines of some mountains are briefly drawn, and some places are marked with some small characters in detail, which can barely be seen clearly.

There are seven sentences in total, and next to each sentence is a number.

172654502……

Opening his mouth, Xinghuan casually bit the peeled grapes handed over by Yujie Slender Hand, and wondered: "What do these nine numbers mean?"

Yu Jie looked at the map carefully, continued to peel the grape skin in her hand, and guessed: "Do you want to combine each sentence with the corresponding words of the number?"

Xinghuan shook his head and said, "No, those words don't look like a sentence together."

Xiao Budian sat cross-legged, happily lit the silver taels in his arms, and when he heard this, he replied casually: "Give up, uncle, those numbers are estimated to be known to the place until they arrive."

Perhaps......

Xinghuan was too lazy to think about it anymore, put away the map and looked at Xiao Budian, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Give you two choices, either call me father or call me brother."

Xiao Budian put away the silver two and a pair of bits and pieces, separated a pair of white silk legs and rode on Xinghuan's waist, and said with a smile: "Which one do you want me to choose?"

Xinghuan thought about it, grabbed the two smooth little feet and stroked them, and teased: "Both are fine, it's best to call instead."

Xiao Budian gently held his fingers, pretended to think for a moment, and then hummed: "No, you can only choose one."

glanced at Yujie, who was smiling but silent, Xinghuan was defeated again.

Sure enough, the mother and daughter have no scruples at all in this regard, one is bolder than the other.

Turning his head, Xinghuan buried his face between Yujie's fragrant and comfortable legs, and waved his hand weakly.

Seeing this, Xiao Budian leaned into Xinghuan's ear and whispered mischievously: "Since you don't speak, then I'll help you choose."

"Is my brother okay?"

Xinghuan covered his ears.

Xiao Bu nodded the numb hole in Xinghuan's hand, gently broke it open, and said, "Brother is not good, then, is Daddy good?"

Xinghuan sighed, he suddenly regretted that he had saved Xiao Budian last night.

This rescue, I didn't expect to save not a little goblin, but a little witch.

The witch is okay, she plays with the human body, and the witch is even more terrifying, because the witch plays with the human heart.

The thought of not knowing how long this kind of life would last filled his heart with despair.

"Guest officer, there is an old beggar in front of you, do you want to come out and take a look?"

The coachman's voice was like a heavenly sound at this moment, saving Xinghuan from the sea of suffering.

got up, Xinghuan pulled Xiao Budian off his body, and his figure flashed and appeared outside the carriage.

It was a grove not far from town, and in the woods, an old man with a thin body and a gray beard, dressed in a tattered beggar's outfit, blocked the way.

In the middle of the road, the old beggar leaned on a jasper stick without hesitation, and kept pouring wine into his mouth from the wine jug in his hand.

He seemed to be drunk, and his mouth was slurring incoherent gibberish.

The autumn wind blew, rolling up patches of yellow leaves.

Xinghuan jumped off the wheel, his black cloud boots stepped on the thick fallen leaves, and looked the old beggar in front of him up and down.

Beggars?

It seems to be for the map.

However, the old beggar gave him an unusual feeling, because in the other party, he did not feel the slightest murderous aura.

This can only show that the other party is either a real master or an old beggar who does not know the slightest martial arts.

Obviously, judging from the fact that the old beggar was able to lean firmly against a slender jasper rod, the second may be very small.

This is a master.

Smiling, Xinghuan asked, "Is the old man for the map?"

The old beggar raised his eyelids, looked at Xinghuan with cloudy eyes, and said, "The young man is good, leave the map, so as not to cause death."

"No." There was a very unhappy sound from the carriage.

Two small doors were opened, and Yujie and Xiao Budian walked out hand in hand.

Xinghuan sighed and said, "The old man also saw it, the map is not mine, and I can't help it."

Shaking his head, the old beggar swallowed the wine in his mouth and said indifferently: "In this case, the old man will be okay and give you a ride."

In an instant, the old beggar moved.

I saw that the wine pot in his hand was like a thunderbolt, and it suddenly attacked Xinghuan.

Its figure seemed to turn into a hurricane, rolling up the sky full of withered yellow leaves, and appeared on the back of the horse pulling the cart.

Time seems to have slowed down.

The old beggar's dirty palm slowly stretched out to the little one.

Not far behind him, Xinghuan turned sideways slightly, and the wine jug whistled by.

At the same time as turning sideways, a lancet appeared in Xinghuan's hand at some point.

A ray of cold light slashed through the blade of the lancet, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and flew out, piercing the air without making the slightest sound.

Under the blow of sacrificing his life, this Xinghuan had the highest temperature maintenance value, and the temperature maintenance value of a full eighty points became eighty-five points.

The old beggar's fingers had already touched the placket of the little one, but he suddenly stopped.

He felt the breath of death, close at hand.

He struggled to turn his body, trying to see what had led him to death.

The withered yellow leaves slowly floating in the air seem to be still, beautiful and bleak.

A throwing knife appeared in front of his eyes, slowly sinking into his eyebrows.

At the end of his life, he saw it.

It's a throwing knife, a lancet of ordinary proportions.

At that moment, the old beggar thought a lot.

He wondered when such a master appeared in the rivers and lakes.

This flying knife is not the legendary Xiao Li flying knife.

He was careless and didn't use all his strength.

It's just that even if he uses all his strength, will he be able to dodge this throwing knife?

It doesn't seem to be.

All he could do was kill the little girl before he was killed by a throwing knife.

He thought about many ways to die, but he didn't expect to end up dying at the hands of a very young nameless.

Died in this unknown wood......

Eventually, it all went up in smoke.

With a silent sigh, the old beggar's consciousness fell into darkness completely, and his body fell heavily from the horse's back to the ground, shaking some withered yellow leaves.

On the wheel, Xiao Budian recovered from his fright and looked at the corpse of the old beggar.

When he saw the old beggar's appearance, Xiao Budian was stunned, and subconsciously opened his mouth, his pretty face was full of shock.

She knew this old beggar, and all the beggar disciples in the nearby towns knew him.

Because this Beggar Gang Helm Elder is an elder who specializes in teaching martial arts to all the disciples of the Beggar Gang in several nearby towns.

is an aboriginal master in the game.

Now, this beggar gang elder who has always been looked up to is actually dead, killed with a throwing knife by the shameless uncle who saved her last night and fought with her for the bed and bathtub?

She was really confused.

It was the first time she had seen a player who could kill an aboriginal master.

She hadn't heard of it before, let alone seeing it.

Even those top masters in the rivers and lakes, the inheritance disciples of the Peerless Divine Skills, I am afraid they will not be able to do this.

The most powerful player she had ever heard of was a Shaolin disciple who had cultivated the "King Kong Immortal Body Protection Skill".

It is rumored that this Shaolin disciple stubbornly withstood the attack of an aboriginal master with similar martial arts skills as the beggar gang elder in front of him.

But that was only bearable, and as for wanting to attack, that Shaolin disciple couldn't do it at all.

Not to mention killing.

Now, the killing of the aboriginal master appeared vividly in front of her eyes, and she was already shocked beyond words.