The mountain gate of Haotian Sect, the mountain wind floated, and the atmosphere was particularly strange, the strong man who appeared out of thin air had left, but thousands of Haotian Sect disciples were still standing in place, as if they had been frozen.

I don't know how long it took to do this, there were a few eager coughs above the silent mountain gate, and then a white-haired old man walked up to Haotian Sect with vain steps, he was originally burly, but at this moment he was a little rickety.

This old sect master of Haotian Sect was pale at the moment, which made people feel that they were in their last years.

Thousands of disciples of Haotian Sect came back to their senses one after another, and the "sect master" came and went.

The old man just walked slowly past the sword washing pool, and announced the two sect regulations without being salty or light.

First, the disciples of Haotian Sect are not allowed to go down the mountain again, and they are not allowed to interfere in anything under the mountain.

Second, the affairs of Haotian Sect were handled by the second elder.

Early the next morning, Haotian Sect closed the mountain, and the sect master retreated.

At the same time, in a small town to the north, a young man with a long sword on his back sat on a stall by the side of the road, eating a bowl of wonton.

Eating a flying sword from Haotian Sect's sword cultivation made his current body like a broken candle in the wind, and a little spark could be extinguished at any time, if it wasn't for the mysterious man to help him stabilize his mind, he probably wouldn't be able to survive this moment.

Coupled with the deaths of Tong Sanniang and Wu Yuan, he couldn't bear it for a while, and it made matters worse.

At this moment, he is not to mention the powerhouse of Yuan Danjing, he is just an ordinary child, as long as he uses a little force, he can push him down.

Last night's battle, although the end was miserable, but it was not without gains, at least in the future, compared with the powerhouses of the God Realm, they also have the courage to make a knife, and they also know the role of the knife.

According to Su Xiaoqi's guess, this knife should be equivalent to a medium, like a talisman, as long as he opens the door, he can summon the mysterious man.

According to the man, each time he came out, he could maintain a stick of incense for a long time, that is, if he encountered danger in the future, he would have an additional means to save his life.

Of course, Su Xiaoqi doesn't know how many times he can summon now, but one thing is certain, this kind of summoning is not endless, because after summoning it once last night, Su Xiaoqi found that the small "cloud" word engraved on the knife was missing a horizontal on the top.

It's not that it was erased by some ability, but it seems that at the beginning of carving this word, the person who carved the word forgot to engrave this horizontal, but Su Xiaoqi can be sure that this horizontal does exist.

In the past two years, his research on this knife can be said to be deep into the bone marrow, and every line and detail on it is engraved in Su Xiaoqi's heart.

Su Xiaoqi guessed that the number of times this knife can be summoned should be the number of strokes of this small character, plus the previous one, it should be able to summon twelve times, that is, if he encounters danger in the future, there will be eleven means to save his life.

Eleven times is indeed a lot, but judging from the long path of cultivation, it is really not much.

Now it's just a strong person in the God Realm, so let yourself use it once to survive, and in the future, it is inevitable that there will be more terrifying powerhouses such as the Gathering Star Mirror and the Cave Mirror, if you have to use it every time you meet someone stronger than yourself, I believe that you will soon be able to consume the remaining eleven strokes.

In the end, the strength is still too low.

Just like now, don't say anything about the divine realm, even if you suddenly come to a spirit mirror to kill yourself, you can only make the word on the knife one less draw.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoqi only felt bitter in his heart, and he couldn't eat the remaining half bowl of wonton.

After paying the money, he carried the long sword on his back and continued to Qingluan County, his figure looked a little bleaker than the old sect master of Haotian Sect.

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As you move north, the view becomes wider and the flow of people increases.

On the straight official road, crowded with all kinds of people, but the sky was dark, and it seemed that there would be a spring rain coming, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry, except for a pale young man with a sword on his back, and his steps seemed extremely slow.

I don't know if it's because of the indifference that has been cultivated all year round, or because I'm too tired to walk and have no strength.

A carriage suddenly came galloping, and on the carriage sat a thin old man and a young girl in green clothes, driven by a sturdy man, with a fleshy face and eyes like copper bells, and an astonishing spirit.

The speed of the carriage was so fast that the place it passed was dusty, and there were many pedestrians on the road, and for a time the chickens and dogs jumped, and the young man with the sword on his back was even more frightened, and staggered to the side, but still ended up in a pitiful end covered in dust.

It's just that after the carriage has traveled a certain distance, it suddenly slows down, and finally stops completely, which makes the young man who was about to wait for the carriage to go away and scold a few words, so he simply stopped and slapped the dust on his body.

The old man in the carriage glanced back, and then said something to the girl in Tsing Yi beside him.

The girl in Tsing Yi frowned, then turned to the guy who was beating the dust and shouted: "The guy in the back, my grandfather asked you to ride with us, hurry up." ”

As soon as he heard this, the depressurized guy suddenly smiled, and trotted all the way up.

Seeing this guy jump directly into the carriage, the girl in Tsing Yi looked disgusted, you guy is carrying a sword on his back, can't you be cheeky?

The old man smiled and said, "Children are not sensible, little brother should not care." ”

This guy clenched his fists and smiled: "Where, where, polite." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi pursed her lips and resisted the urge to kick this guy down.

The man who drove the carriage shouted, and the carriage began to speed up, only to see this guy grabbing the edge of the carriage with both hands, and his already pale face became more and more pale as paper, and the girl in Tsing Yi couldn't help but slander in her heart.

Then he shook his head helplessly, he really pity that sword, he is not ladylike when he meets someone.

She longed for those people in the rivers and lakes, that is, her grandfather did not allow it, otherwise she would have fought the sword world and acted chivalrous and righteous.

The sky soon sounded with a rumbling thunder, the horsewhip in the strong man's hand waved more urgently, the girl in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, faintly worried, and even the old man looked up at the sky, his brows tightened.

The raindrops began to fall, getting bigger and bigger.

The girl in Tsing Yi stood up suddenly, although the carriage was bumpy, she still stood steadily, stretched out a white finger, pointed to the front with joy: "Grandpa, there is a small temple in front." ”

The old man said "um", and the carriage began to run in the direction of the small temple, and when they reached the front of the small temple, everyone showed bitterness, and the small temple was already crowded with people, and there was not even an eaves left.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the girl in Tsing Yi only felt irritable, pointed at the guy with the sword on his back, and reproached: "I blame you, if I hadn't waited for you, we would have been here a long time ago, where would these people take the lead?"

But the guy didn't say anything, which made her even more annoyed.

The old man said, "Jin'er, how do you usually teach you, why is there no politeness at all?"

"I ......" The girl in Tsing Yi was about to speak, but was glared at by the old man, and suddenly pursed her mouth, sat on the carriage, and let the cold raindrops hit her body.

At this time, a little boy ran up, handed an oil-paper umbrella to the young man in green shirt with a sword on his back, and said in a childish voice: "A big brother asked me to give it to you." ”

Su Xiaoqi took the umbrella, frowned and looked at the back of the little boy, under the eaves in front of the small temple, a young man in a dark shirt with a long sword on his back was smiling at him, it was the young master of Huanfeng Valley who had met twice last time.

Seeing Su Xiaoqi looking at him, he smiled and hugged his fists.

Su Xiaoqi did not refuse the umbrella, and after nodding his head in thanks, he opened the umbrella and handed it to the girl in Tsing Yi sitting in the carriage.

The girl in Tsing Yi was stunned, but Su Xiaoqi said with a smile: "Take it, I caused you to get drenched in this rain, which is a little compensation." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, but she was not polite, and directly took the umbrella and blocked those nasty raindrops outside.

She glanced at her grandfather again, and the old man just smiled and said, "You hide, grandpa is fine." ”

The man who was driving the carriage jumped out of the carriage and soon came back with a huge plank on his back, and propped it up with both hands, just enough to cover the top of the old man's head, and although it could not block all the rain, it was better than nothing.

In this way, only Su Xiaoqi sat in the carriage, drenched in this cold spring rain.

The rain was not small, and soon he was soaked, it was really cold and piercing, and now his body was like a candle in the wind, which made it even worse, his pale face became more and more pale, and his hands were naturally hugged in front of his chest.

The girl in Tsing Yi hesitated, approached Su Xiaoqi a little, and put the oil-paper umbrella on top of his head.

Su Xiaoqi raised her head and looked at her, she happened to be looking at Su Xiaoqi as well.

The four eyes face each other, and the frame is frozen instantly.

The girl in Tsing Yi hurriedly turned her face away and said coldly: "I'm just afraid that you will die in my carriage, don't think about it." ”

Su Xiaoqi nodded and said in a low voice, "Thank you!"

The girl in Tsing Yi turned her head, but the guy had already lowered her head, not knowing what he was thinking, as if he was still a little sad?

The girl in Tsing Yi really felt a little inexplicable, just such a sentence, as for?

Su Xiaoqi just remembered some of the past, many years ago, there was also someone who held an umbrella for him like this, but now that person is dead.

That person died in the City Lord's Mansion, and that person's name was Tong Sanniang.

The girl in Tsing Yi saw him more and more sad, and almost cried, so she hurriedly squatted down and hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that...... I just ......"

Su Xiaoqi raised his head, looked at her, and said with a smile: "I know." ”

It was the first time for the girl in Tsing Yi to look at that pale face so closely, those deep eyes, like a clear spring that could not see the low, that well-defined face, except that it was as pale as paper, was so clean and beautiful.

She turned her head and felt her cheeks burn.

This scene happened to be seen by the old man who turned his head, and frowned slightly.

And at this moment, an arrow suddenly broke through the rain curtain and shot at the eyebrows of the girl in Tsing Yi.

The man who was driving the car turned his hands around, and the plank in his hand was like a shield, just enough to block the arrow.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight more arrows broke through the air, three aimed at the man who was driving the car, two at the old man, two at the girl in Tsing Yi, and one at Su Xiaoqi.