Why this time?

Yin Ziqing spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground, the sand ball in the air shattered, and the wrapped sand scorpion fell, many of them were dead, but some were still alive.

Several people from the Blood Knife Gate turned pale, stared at Yin Ziqing viciously, and pulled out the saber on their waists.

The sand scorpions in the distance also became agitated and crawled towards this direction.

For a while, the two fell into a crisis again.

Why is it at this time? Yin Ziqing secretly cursed in his heart, his body felt extremely uncomfortable, his eyes could not see the scene in front of him clearly, and his head was also groggy.

Regurgitation once again invaded his body, at this critical moment.

"Whew!" a gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, rolling up countless sand stones and sand scorpions to form a huge tornado.

The bloody knife man who had originally stepped forward was also blocked from entering, gritting his teeth viciously and staring at the tornado in front of him.

"You have the book. A tired voice came from the front, and Yin Ziqing looked up at the old Taoist with an indifferent face.

"Take the package and don't be robbed when you go to the city. Li Wenxu continued to whisper.

"Let's get out of this way. Yin Ziqing chuckled.

"Remember, don't make trouble, when you get to the city, go to Qingxuanmen. Li Wenxu still said to himself, and threw the book to Yin Ziqing.

Yin Ziqing looked at Li Wenxu's gaze, silently put the book into his arms, and waited for his next move.

In the eye of the wind, the old Taoist chief had already turned around, holding a yellow rune paper in his hand, and the spiritual power poured into it, and the lines on the yellow paper suddenly shone with golden light, and the pale yellow light shrouded Yin Ziqing's body.

The thin yellow paper rune flickered, and the space around it was distorted.

Suddenly, Li Wenxu pressed the rune paper in his hand between Yin Ziqing's eyebrows, and there were words in his mouth.

A disc densely covered with runes appeared in front of him, Yin Ziqing suddenly felt that his consciousness began to blur, his body seemed to be torn, the scene in front of him gradually distorted, and the sharp pain made his eyelids that he wanted to open slowly fall......

"Ask for your own blessings. Li Wenxu's eyes were bloodshot and he looked a little haggard, looked at the young man who gradually turned into light and shadow, turned around and walked towards the hurricane.

Yin Ziqing wanted to stretch out his hand but had no strength, and his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.

......

"Hurt ......"

Yin Ziqing leaned against the moss-covered wall with his hands over his head to relieve the sharp pain.

Call......

The pain gradually subsided, Yin Ziqing immediately pulled up his cloth clothes and looked at his body, his arms, legs, and his whole body were densely covered with tiny red lines, and his body seemed to be twisted like a silk scarf, leaving these traces.

His head was still a little drowsy, and his body didn't have much strength.

"Did the rune paper send itself here?"

Yin Ziqing remembered the yellow paper pressed on his eyebrows, and looked around, it seemed to be in a small alley, through the alley, you could see the crowd coming and going.

Yin Ziqing stood up, picked up the fallen package in his arms, and walked towards the alley.

Could it be that you have arrived in Nancheng?

Rubbing his eyes, the scene in his field of vision became clear.

The crowds of people coming and going, the shouts of street vendors, and the tall restaurants and inns.

Several names clearly appeared in Li Wenxu's conversation with him.

It seems that this place is Nancheng.

Last night was still in the desert, and in the blink of an eye, I arrived in the south city.

That rune paper, has such a magical effect?

Is it because the cost of urging is too great, so you only let yourself come here?

Yin Ziqing secretly clenched his fists, he was out of trouble, but Li Wenxu had to face the Blood Knife Gate and those sand scorpions alone.

It's all because of my own lack of ability.

If I had been able to hold on at that time, I wouldn't have had this result.

Just like before, if you can hold back......

Yin Ziqing shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, they were scars that he didn't want to touch in his heart.

"After all, I still have no ability, too weak. A trace of loneliness flashed in Yin Ziqing's eyes, and a sense of powerlessness arose.

This time, you must become stronger!

Yin Ziqing followed what the old Taoist said, and walked on the way to Qingxuanmen, thinking about the appearance of Qingxuanmen in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Yin Ziqing's thoughts. “

Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't get in the way of Lao Tzu!" The sound of immature and arrogant sounds, accompanied by the sound of horses galloping, and the people of the street hurriedly stood on either side, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

The vendors on both sides were guilty, and the stalls were knocked over by the crowded, and the goods fell to the ground. But instead of scolding the crowd, the vendors hurriedly pulled their stalls back to make way for the middle.

Yin Ziqing was also pushed to the rear by the flow of people, crowded with people, Yin Ziqing is now standing in the middle of the crowd with his feet off the ground, he has no room for movement, and the whole person is squeezed up.

Confused, Yin Ziqing looked at the corner behind him in confusion, and the voice that caused the current situation to be like this came from behind.

As the noise grew louder, the source also surfaced.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, riding a red horse, followed by several sword-wielding guards in blue robes.

Looking at the people standing on both sides of the road and the vacant avenue in the middle, the young man sneered proudly, "Drive!" The boy gave the order, and the horse sped up, bringing up a cloud of dust, and the people behind also sped up.

For a while, the whole street was dusty, and people couldn't help but cover their eyes and noses.

After the young man walked away, the street returned to the way it was just now, and Yin Ziqing finally landed on his legs.

pinched his nose and walked towards Qingxuanmen again.

"The son of the Lu family is really not a thing, he has a bit of power in the family, and he is domineering all day long. ”

"It's not, his house is not clean, and he started from black and black. None of the lords in this city are bigger than him, and they don't necessarily have such a big stance. ”

"The county official might as well be in charge now, those lords have to ask him for help if they want to do something, he is more powerful than the king of heaven in front of our people. ”

A few plainly dressed women whispered in front of a stall, their tones expressing disgust.

"Lu family, isn't it the Lu ruffian in Li Wenxu's mouth?" Yin Ziqing looked at a few women as he walked, shook his head, and ignored it anymore.

Now, I have more important things to do.

......

Qingxuanmen, a hundred-year-old sect, was founded by Xu Qingfeng back then, and it is also the only sect in Nancheng that can sign up to enter in addition to entering the trial ground.

Along the way, it is the façade of Qingxuan, it is estimated that there are hundreds of miles of land, and it has been walking, and finally arrived in front of two quaint big wooden doors, and there are two tall and mighty stone lions placed on both sides of the door, as if there is spirituality, lifelike.

Yin Ziqing stood next to the stone lion at the door, and said to the little Taoist priest in blue who was sweeping the floor in front of the gate: "Excuse me, ...... about this worship?"

"Seven days later, seven days later. ”

Before he finished speaking, the little Taoist priest hurriedly waved his hand and said impatiently, in the past few days, people have come to inquire one after another, and he is not surprised.

And these people who came to ask were poor children and countrymen who didn't know the rules, so he didn't need to have any good tone.

Yin Ziqing nodded, didn't say anything more, glanced at the tall wooden door and turned to leave.

What was the scene inside the wooden door?

Cultivators, what's the difference?

......

"You don't have any money?"

“.....”

Yin Ziqing looked at the frowning shopkeeper in front of him with some embarrassment, and he found a very important problem.

touched the empty belt, looked at the eyes of the people around him, scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I didn't bring ......"

Where in the mountains are copper coins? It's something out of reach.

I didn't expect that I had forgotten about this stubble, and I should have asked Li Wenxu to get some coils.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened when he heard this, and he slapped it on the table, the plates on the table shook violently, and the vegetable juice splashed, and Yin Ziqing stepped back slightly to dodge.

"Don't have any money?

The diners around also looked at this side, and some people laughed: "What's wrong with not bringing money into the inn, I'll eat it for nothing today!"

The crowd on the side also burst out laughing.

"Take the money!"

The shopkeeper yelled at the male duck's throat, his fingers were about to poke into his eyes, Yin Ziqing hurriedly pulled his hands away and said, "Why don't I pay for it?"

"Meat compensation, you are the ...... of the Qinglou"

"Forget it, let him go to the backyard to chop wood. ”

The boss, who had been making calculations at the counter, said loudly, looking at the white and pure boy before, and he didn't know if he had the strength, but it happened that he was in a good mood today, so give him a chance.

"Okay, okay. Yin Ziqing wiped his mouth with his hand and nodded to the fat boss who was making an abacus at the counter in thanks.

The shopkeeper looked disdainful at this time, kicked Yin Ziqing's calf with his foot, raised his head and motioned to follow him, and walked towards the back hall of the inn.

Yin Ziqing looked down at the dust on his trouser legs, glanced at the fat boss who was still thinking about himself, patted it with his hand and followed slowly.

Following the shopkeeper, Yin Ziqing came to the back hall of the inn, a pile of thick wood was stacked together, the shopkeeper picked up an axe from the ground, threw it at Yin Ziqing's feet, pointed to the axe and wood, snorted and walked outside.

Yin Ziqing ignored his taunts, stepped forward to pick up the axe, went to the pile of wood and took out the wood, and immediately started working in the backyard.

After all, it's your own fault, and you can't eat other people's things for nothing, and you can't hunt here, so your diet for the past few days is estimated to have to be solved here.

When I was a child, whenever my father came back from hunting in the mountains, he would help chop wood, and at that time he was weak and couldn't even grasp the axe, but because he wanted to hunt with his father, he worked extra hard to chop wood every time to show his strength.

Recalling the previous time, Yin Ziqing stopped moving, spread out his white palm, and looked at the blood lines that gradually emerged in his palm, and lost his mind slightly.