Night.

It's as deep as water.

However, the water at this time is already frozen.

Because it's really cold.

The stars are in the sky, like chess pieces on a chessboard.

Sporadic, scattered.

No one knows why the stars are so far away in winter, perhaps because of the cold winter itself.

There was no stove in the room, only the snoring of three people.

Luo Ning didn't sleep on the bed, he sat on a stool on the ground, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

But only he himself knows.

At this time, he did not sleep.

It was very cold in the room, but for cultivators, this kind of cold was only cold on the surface, they had spiritual power to protect their bodies, and they didn't care about such a level of cold at all.

But the cold is an emotion, just like Luo Ning's mood at this time.

The guy, the shopkeeper and the cook were all buried by him, but what he was entangled with was not this matter, but the coldness of the people's hearts hidden behind this matter.

It's like this winter night.

It's really cold.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was on the three people lying on the bed—even when he was sleeping, the leader was still holding a black umbrella.

The three of them ate and lived together, slept together, and seemed to be together at any given time.

Luo Ning couldn't help but have some questions, so what should they do when they go to the toilet?

The honest face of that fellow was still in front of his mind.

Sincerely, indeed.

Then the aroma of beef and egg noodles is still in his nostrils,

It does smell good.

He couldn't help but wonder a little, how powerful was the strength of the Demon Sect, and how wide was the scope of their abilities?

But none of this was something he could think of.

Tonight seems extraordinarily long.

But it was far less long than the night he left Jianyuan.

It will soon pass.

He told himself.

As soon as he finds a star meteorite, he will return immediately.

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Early the next morning.

The winter sun is already very late.

So.

The sky that should have been bright in the summer at the fifth watch is not shining now.

Luo Ning got up, and the three people from Starfall Pavilion followed suit.

The man in the middle was still holding the black umbrella, and his hand seemed to be one with the black umbrella.

There was still no word in the morning, but Luo Ning was hungry.

Yesterday's bowl of beef and egg noodles didn't reach his mouth, so he is very hungry now, there is no bright sky, no sunlight, only cold wind.

When they walked out of the inn door, they saw the ecstatic face of the yellow horse.

Luo Ning scolded in a low voice, "Isn't it even impossible to eat?"

The man at the head of Starfall Pavilion said, "If you're not afraid that it will die, I see that there is still a lot of forage in the inn to feed it." ”

The yellow horse had a frightened expression on his face, as if he would rather go under the snow and cut the grass than eat the deadly forage.

A few people sorted out their things and began to prepare for the road.

The three men were still in the front, and Luo Ning followed in the chariot.

The black umbrella is like this dark night that has never been bright, which makes everyone under the dark night not only feel a little panicked.

Most of the people in the town were asleep, and no one knew that they had killed the three men at the inn last night.

They are insignificant existences, no one will find out today, not tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, unless one day, a group of people like Luo Ning and them come here, and then find that the inn is dilapidated and unoccupied, and maybe notice the mound that has risen.

Rushing and staying up late is actually a thing, a very boring thing.

But Luo Ning has been on the road all year round.

From the Sword Abyss to the Celestial Empire.

From Jianyuan to Mawei Pass, and then from Ma Wei Pass to Nanjun.

A lot of time happens on the road, and many things happen on the road, just like this road at this moment, it is a road that is not destined to be simple.

Now that the people of the Demon Sect have appeared, they will definitely not stop again.

They may meet all kinds of people and all kinds of things along the way, how can they tell which one is the Demon Sect person?

Luo Ning was a little worried about Tanxi, if she was here, she would definitely be able to easily think of a solution.

However, this situation is the most acceptable situation for Luo Ning at the moment, because there is still a long way to go, and he has enough time to learn from these three people, when if the Demon Sect loses patience and directly sends a demon king to arrest them, then they can go directly to death.

Cold wind chill.

Finally finished the day's journey.

Another small town has appeared.

It's still them.

It's still the yellow horse and the white horse, it's still the black umbrella, and it's still a lot of curious eyes.

Even the inn they arrived at today was so similar to yesterday.

If it weren't for them walking for another day, Luo Ning might even have reason to wonder if he had come back from a long detour?

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......

The warmth of the fire is pleasant.

It's different from yesterday.

There were a few guests in the tavern.

They drank warm liquor, blew the cows of the first half of the year, and sang songs that others couldn't understand.

The guy's face was frightened, and he looked at Luo Ning with some trembling, and Luo Ning also stared at him, and his hand was on the wood knife.

He carefully probed it with his spiritual power, and this guy was indeed not a cultivator.

Neither were the big Han guests in the room.

The guy was nervous and anxious.

His face was flushed red by the fire, like a ripe apple.

"Guest, what are you dissatisfied with?"

Luo Ning said calmly, "Eat noodles." ”

Four bowls of noodles sit on the table.

Eggs, beef, white noodles.

It's still fragrant, it's still tempting.

The guy was puzzled, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, picked up a mouthful of noodles, and put it in his mouth.

Luo Ning shouted, "Eat eggs." ”

The guy then took another bite of the egg.

Luo Ning said, "Eat some food." ”

He ate vegetables again.

Luo Ning said, "Take a sip of soup." ”

He drank the soup with him.

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Cold sweat was already on the man's face.

He had been doing it for so many years and had never seen such a strange guest requested.

He was afraid that after he finished eating the next bite of noodles, Luo Ning's firewood knife would come out of the sheath and fall on his neck.

The guy finally did everything Luo Ning asked to do.

The guy said nervously, "I've eaten it all, how can the guest officer eat it?"

Luo Ning took the pair of chopsticks he used from his hand and said coldly, "I like to eat other people's leftovers." ”

Then he turned his head, his gaze fell on the person led by the black umbrella, and said lightly, "You can eat it now, right?"

The man stared at the bowl in front of him for a long time without speaking.

He said calmly, "Do you think that the style of the Demon Sect, the same method can be used on you twice?"

Luo Ning said, "Then you think this bowl of noodles is still poisonous?"

The man said, "The so-called poison is naturally inflicted in invisible ways where you can't see it. ”

Luo Ning looked at his bowl of noodles, which had already been eaten for a third of the time, "I still don't understand." ”

The man smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, and a chopstick hit the table of the people who were drinking next to him.

The big men were startled, turned their heads, and saw the black umbrella.

Under the black umbrella sat three people.

There was a teenager in front of the black umbrella.

The leader smiled and asked, "Shall I invite you to a bowl of noodles?"

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