Less than a month after Evil Xiaoqi left Jincheng, a man found Old Man Feng.

... On the case, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone with exquisite craftsmanship, and the pen holder is naturally formed from a small half of dead wood.

Her fluffy white hair was scattered over her forehead, and her eyes were the dark brown color of an alien race. Fingers like dead bark swept over a yellowed calligraphy and paused, amber light flashing in cloudy eyes.

The corners of the old man's mouth trembled and muttered to himself, as if he had exhausted his life's strength, raised his arm and moved a square seal, and stamped it fiercely on the place where he fell.

A tear slid down the old man's deep eye sockets, wetting the bright red carved characters.

Seven potentials.

The morning sun is slightly dewed, and the bluestone-paved alleys stretch all the way to Shang Sui Fang, and the plane trees on both sides block most of the sunlight. Colorful light and shadow poured through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Jinju Fortress stands tall, with a layer of gold on the tall eaves and tiles, like a god looking down on all living beings with a proud posture.

"After so many years, I can't imagine that Jinju City has not changed, and it is still antique. Nameless sighed softly, many years ago, there was a teenager who was born with extraordinary talents, and I don't know what happened now?

"That evil Xiaoqi doesn't know how many potentials he has realized?"

There are two sets of white-glazed porcelain on the ebony table in front of me, and the tea mist in the tea bowl is curling up, burrowing into the mouth and nose, and the fragrance is slightly astringent and refreshing.

The old man on the opposite side took a deep breath of tea greedily, narrowed his brown eyes slightly, and his face full of furrow-like wrinkles stretched out like a flower.

It's a strange combination, a clear-eyed man, and a gray-haired, cloudy-eyed old man with green windows and sunlight, sipping tea and chatting in the corner.

The old man's amber brown eyes flashed, revealing a fine light, and he took a sip of tea. You sighed: "Yes, for eleven years, one month and seven days, no one thought that you still came." Evil Xiaoqi couldn't have imagined that you would come back. ”

"Strange, or accidental?" a soft smile tugged at the corners of Nameless's mouth. If it's a girl on the other side, you'll definitely be fascinated.

"There is nothing strange or strange, the affairs of the rivers and lakes are full of variables, and when you wake up, no one knows if there will be tomorrow. The old man's voice, though old and low, was full of magnetism.

"The old man recorded the chronicles of the rivers and lakes, and he saw a lot of bloody wind and rain, and he was no longer surprised. ”

"Mr. Feng, may I ask who is the hero of the people in the rivers and lakes from ancient times to the present?"

"There is no king in the whole world, if you take cultivation as a theory, the wind and snow in Yandang Mountain should be regarded as a masterpiece, according to historical records, when the disciples of Pingluo Jiangbei were as lonely as the sun in the sky, and they have cultivated to the realm of the distant mirror. Proposed to fight with the wind and thunder in the Wangjiang Tower, the wind and snow should neither fight nor refuse, and suddenly evaporated and disappeared. On the day of the decisive battle, there were a sea of people outside the Wangjiang Tower, and only the lonely and lonely figure was left in the empty building. ”

"Oh, the cultivation of the telescope is already very high, and if there is another layer to lift the seal, it will be the far blade, and in the end, the wind and snow will still come?" The young man's eyes were still clear, and the depth was more like the blue deep sea, and he couldn't see joy and sadness.

Old Man Feng nodded, put down the tea bowl, and continued: "Just when everyone was disappointed, Wangjiang Tower suddenly sounded a flute. ”

The voice is lingering like a heavenly sound, like someone sighing in a low voice, and it seems to be eloquent.

The sound of the flute is low and penetrates the eardrum, as if it is close at hand, and it seems to be far away in the sky.

At this time, someone shouted on the roof of the building, on the roof of the building.

The crowd looked up.

The wind blows the snow and sits on the roof of the building,

A white robe fluttered in the wind, the black eyes stared into the distance, the hands held the flute on the cheeks, and a song that Hongchen had seen was leisurely again.

The expressionless figure was thin and lonely, standing with his hands in his hands, facing the window, and the sound above his head was like an empowerment.

Here it comes

It's finally here.

I couldn't help but sigh.

People couldn't help but sigh that the expected exciting decisive battle ended in such a bland manner, which made people very disappointed.

"Oh, among the masters, they never care about victory or defeat, if they guess correctly, Huai'an has already entered the Xuantie Realm. The boy looked far away, beyond the plane tree outside the window, and the distant sky was vast and blue. Cotton-wool-like clouds floated in mid-air, and several vultures spread their wings and flew high.

"So the old man will not persuade you, no matter how high the cultivation of Tianleimen Huai'an is, it will not be able to stop your revenge. It's an eagle that always spreads its wings and flies high. When Mr. Fan said this, his tone was flat, but the light in his eyes did not decrease. The muscles at the corners of the mouth tense noticeably.

The tremor of the stairs came through the floor under his feet, and a guy with crossed eyebrows broke in: "Uncle, I want to see which one is the one who has wrapped the entire tea shop." ”

The guy who followed behind him hurriedly explained: "Uncle is like this, the two masters came a little earlier today, and they want to talk about something alone, and they don't want to be disturbed." ”

This guy is such a reckless man, he stared at him and pushed the guy away. He stepped forward, looked at the old and the young savagely with provocative eyes, and snorted contemptuously with his wide nostrils.

"That's true, the old man is just talking to his son about something, and he doesn't want to be disturbed. I gave the store a few taels of silver, and I was able to wrap up the entire tea shop. I still hope that the sea of brothers..."Mr. Fan's words were intercepted in his throat by the reckless man's angry scolding.

"You old immortal, long-winded, tired and crooked, believe it or not, Lao Tzu sent you to see the king of Hades. Hurry up and fuck out if you know the times. ”

Nameless glanced at the reckless man, then moved his gaze to the trembling old man, and said in a low voice: "Old Mr. Feng, they are looking for me, and they will always come." Please stay away from it. ”

"Oh, I remember, there is still chicken soup stewed at home, so the old man will take his leave first. The old man bowed his hand and walked away.

Nameless deliberately accentuated the tone of the word "they", as if he had sensed something.

The slight tiles on the eaves trembled rapidly, the clear pupils contracted slightly, Nameless frowned, and with a loud "bang", the ebony case in front of him burst instantly. The cold light broke down from the sawdust porcelain slag and split the nameless door.

The reckless man's knife is powerful and sinks very fast.

No one could see the resistance clearly, because everything was calm again after the dust. A drop of blood dripped through the air, and the murderous aura in the void became even stronger.

"It's time to make a move. Nameless walked past the reckless man lying on his back, and his eyes fell on the shopkeeper who was curled up in a ball. The voice was so low that he muttered to himself: "There is no suspense if you can't make a move, because the ending is the same." ”

The shopkeeper didn't seem to have woken up from his fright, staring at Nameless with wide eyes, and there was a complicated expression hidden in his eyes. It's like fear, and it contains an element of helplessness. Just half-squatting and half-kneeling at Nameless, the air froze until the fragrance of flowers wafted out of the window.

Different from the intensity of the gem, similar to the clear talk of peony, it is like a fluttering catkins that naturally ripple in the wind, and if you don't smell it carefully, you really can't feel it. Because the fragrance is so light, it is soothing and gentle in the nostrils, making people drowsy.

The sycamore outside the window is still standing upright, the cries of the market are up and down, and the sky in the distance is high and blue, and the white clouds are patchy. The eagle is long gone.

Nameless seemed to be dozing, not only with his eyes lowered, but also with a sigh of relief.

So, a figure in the corner was stretched by the sun, and his cowardly eyes no longer dodged, but became sharp and cold.

The shopkeeper woke up.

It was a two-foot-long Wu Gang hunting knife, with a very thick back, and it was not a problem to chop meat and chop bones. Mismatched by the knife was its owner, who was no taller than a half-grown child even when he stood up, skinny, and pale, as if he had just been cured of a serious illness.

Only those eyes, like vertebral stares, stared at the nameless.

"Didn't you see it a long time ago?" the voice was low and hoarse.

Nameless smiled: "The shopkeeper ate the leopard's gall, and dared to use the demon of Tianlei Gate, as soon as you entered the door, I could see it, people who cover up well are often the most problematic, and normal people don't need to be disguised." ”

Ye Mo laughed: "Of course, this is the truth, but there are a few people in the world who understand it." Eleven years later, you're still so conceited. thought that with his own strength, he could shake the big tree in Luyuantang Huai'an. ”

No one answered, and what answered him was a beam of blue light.

The blue light eclipses everything, and it makes a beautiful arc that is fleeting.

Although the establishment of Tianlei Gate is not early, it has many disciples and has experienced countless wars, and as the head of the Dharma Protector, his status and courage are first-class. But he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then regained his composure, and said quietly: "Your cultivation has grown a lot, but do you know? That Huai'an has reached the realm of the Far Blade a few years ago, and if it goes further, it will be a Far Beast." ”

"That's the power of nightmares, too. Yemo sighed and said, "It's better to join our Heavenly Thunder Gate, which can not only avenge you, but also increase your cultivation." ”

Nameless's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, and he shook his head and said, "No need, Feihua is smoking, presumably Hua Ruozi is also here." I think it's better to sleep for a while. ”

When the wind blows, I am afraid that it will make a noise against the branches and leaves of the trees.

A face with two eyes down and a mouth on top appeared outside the window, hanging upside down from the window to be exact.

With a smile like a silver bell, a woman Hula came in.

looks like he is in his twenties, his eyebrows are flirtatious, and his thin lips are open: "It seems that namelessness is not invulnerable, it turns out that there is also a weakness." ”

Nameless had slept in her chair, and all she answered was a slight snoring.

"It seems that I can resist the smoke of flying flowers, and there is only my old poison in the world, the girl came from afar, it is impossible to just want to stun this kid. "The demon is a little proud.

Flying Flower Smoke is made of dozens of precious flowers and plants combined with Western Regions medicines, and after many years of impregnating with wind and frost, it forms a strange poison. Generally, it passes through the human olfactory organ, and in the light case, it penetrates the cerebral cortex, causing local anesthesia. The most serious person is delirious and confused, which is the so-called cerebral palsy of the people.

Ye Mo usually does a lot of evil, offends countless people in the rivers and lakes, has been assassinated repeatedly, and the poison in the middle is even more than the salt eaten, and in the long run, he actually produces antibodies. The five poisons are gone.