Thirteen has not been devoured, and is still a cannibal.

Everything during the day was the same as the female ghost that the master had said in the wind tower that day, but the master did not have the horror in his words.

Turn back the clock?

That night, Wu Nian slept deeply, deeply.

Countless mist haunted his mind, and he knew that this would be the case, so he bought a few calming herbs at the market in advance to help him fall asleep.

"Boom!"

In the middle of the night, when the lights stopped, the silent thunder suddenly stretched out its claws towards the night sky, as if to tear this piece of heaven and earth apart.

Tens of millions of thunderbolts converged in the dark night, forming a ball of lightning light in the sky above Qianpinggang, and a terrifying beam of thunder and lightning fell from it.

Pointing directly to the top of the hill of Qianpinggang.

"Boom!"

The sound shook the sky, and the most central part of Qianpinggang was hit out of a big pit ten zhang wide, which was bottomless and almost penetrated.

At the bottom of the big pit, a middle-aged man in cloth stood in it, he was surrounded by countless thunder lights, he stood in it with his hands in his hands, and there was always a smile on his handsome face, and the thunder just now was summoned by his hand.

In front of him, there was a woman holding an umbrella scorched by lightning, the woman stood straight, even if she was hit by thunder, she still stood straight, and the yellow paper umbrella in her hand was also tightly held in her hand.

"Nanguo Haruki, you old horseman, you have locked me up for so long, what do you want. The woman holding the umbrella gritted her teeth, a pair of gray eyes flashed a fierce red light, and she wanted to tear the middle-aged man in front of her immediately.

The middle-aged man known as Nanguo Chunmu didn't care about the woman's malice, and always had a smile on his face, "Dust to dust, dust to dust." ”

"Don't talk too much, I don't know what kind of cultivation you have, now you are just a soul thought, and if you die, you will be in the late stage of the spiritual realm, how can you withstand me?"

Nanguo Haruki still smiled, "A soul thought for your life, it's worth it." ”

The woman holding the umbrella scolded loudly, "You crazy person! A complete madman, you have abolished most of your cultivation for an irrelevant person, and you have suppressed me for ten years for a mortal, and now you have to die with me, with your ability, you can obviously make a comeback, and the entire Xi Kingdom will not be able to tolerate you at that time." I have no grievances with you, but why are you so obsessed with putting me to death and not letting go!"

"You shouldn't, you shouldn't talk to me with this face, you shouldn't, you cannibalize people in this town. The corners of Nanguo Haruki's mouth rose, and he walked towards the woman like a leisurely walk, and as he walked, he unconsciously had an extra bladeless broadsword in his hand.

The woman looked at each other coldly, took out the green umbrella behind her, the green spiritual power in her hand surged, gently turned the handle of the green umbrella, and pulled out a long sword that was as cold as ice, she held the long sword in her hand, and slammed it towards the southern country Haruki.

"You only know the shape of the thirteen, you don't know the heart of the thirteen, the fake is false after all, even if the imitation is true, it is still fake, you think this is my weakness, then you are wrong, the wrong mess, this will become your biggest weakness. Nankoku Haruki didn't pull out the broadsword from the huge scabbard, and strolled towards the woman with the broadsword with the scabbard in his hand.

On this night, the sword light that was more terrifying than the thunder light shone on Qianpinggang, and the mountain of Qianpinggang was directly razed to the ground.

The last person standing on it was Nanguo Chunki, who was covered in blood and blood-red cloth, and he sighed, "It's old, it's useless, let's let her run away, and I'll leave the rest to you, Third Brother Han." ”

Nanguo Haruki's face was pale and colorless, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked in the direction of the town below the mountain, and his expression was soft, "You have to go back early and prepare, otherwise Ah Nian won't have any wine tomorrow." ”

When Nanguo Chunmu walked halfway up the mountain, an old man with a ring ruler and a ponytail and a mustache walked in front of him, he touched the ponytail and beard, and said with a red face: "Old Wu is so embarrassed, my old bones have failed you, that ghost guy has something, I couldn't clean her up and let her run away." However, she is almost exhausted of oil, and she is barely able to cultivate the nine veins, and if she touches it one day, it will not be too late to clean up. ”

"You old thing, can you let this go? "How could Nanguo Haruki not know that this old fox in front of him, he just let it go on purpose, otherwise with his cultivation, even if there are ten more women, I am afraid that he will have to end up with hatred.

Then the two went down the mountain together, talking and laughing during the process.

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The next day was the big market day, Wu Nian woke up in a daze, he ate more grass, and he got up a little late, but he still went out to deliver wine as usual, but there was an extra long sword in his hand, and there was also an extra green umbrella on the back of the bamboo basket.

Located in the center of the market, the antique mahogany building is decorated with patterns of flowers and branches, and on the spacious terrace on the second floor, a group of small people with heavy makeup and exposed clothes are wantonly throwing olive branches of "come up to play", releasing seductive eyes to the young men passing by.

There are many women passing by who go to the market, and they will consciously pull their husbands far away, during which one man just sneaks a glance up, and his daughter-in-law comes to a set of tiger fists.

Leaning on the second floor in the middle of the group of women is an extremely beautiful woman, phoenix eyes and red lips, charming eyes like silk, her every move is graceful, calamity to all beings, people can't help but look up, with her standing in the middle, the delicate little lady around her becomes eclipsed.

She is the old bustard of the Red Mansion, Aunt Qing. Her name is Qing Mi, and Aunt Mi sounds a little unsatisfactory, so others often call her Aunt Qing, so that she is worthy of her eye-catching face. Many of the frequent visitors to the Red Mansion went to Aunt Qing, but she politely declined, and even someone offered her a high price of 200 taels of gold to warm her quilt, but she also refused.

Aunt Qing dragged her cheeks with her two hands, leaning lazily on the fence pole, two small bags bulging out on her face on both sides, the crowd coming and going downstairs, the charming woman beside her, she was bored, and a pair of big watery eyes kept looking down at the crowd below, as if looking for prey.

When she saw a young man holding a long sword, with a tall waist and a bamboo basket on his back, her eyes lit up, her show fingers pursed her lips, and as she stood up tall, she waved the red scarf in her hand towards the young man, "Xiao Langjun, when will you become a famous swordsman in the world!"

"It's almost over!" Wu Nian raised his head unexpectedly when he heard this, and put the Baige Yang in his hand on top, with firmness in his eyebrows.

Every time Wu Nian passed by with wine, Aunt Qing would tease her, and Wu Nian didn't dare to raise her head every time, and walked away quickly with a shy answer, she would laugh very happily, just now she thought that Wu Nian would be shy and didn't dare to raise her head, but at this time he raised his head unexpectedly.

Wu Nian's appearance is not a beautiful man who turns everyone upside down, but he is also delicate, and now he suddenly raised his head, and showed such a serious expression, which made Aunt Qing a little unable to react, only to see her cheeks rosy, and continued: "Xiao Langjun finally has a sword, this is what it looks like, when will you become a famous swordsman in the world, Aunt Qing, I will give you the Oiran Bai of the Red Mansion." ”

"You said it!"

"I said it. ”

"Then you have to help me take care of the Oiran, maybe I'll be here one day!" Wu Nian smiled and strode away, no longer keeping his head down like before, because he was now a cultivator and had his own sword, he could tell them very clearly that he was already a sword cultivator now.

"I'm really not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue!" Aunt Qing looked at Wu Nian's back and whispered, and then when she thought of something, her cheeks turned red again, so red that people couldn't help but go up and pinch it twice.

As soon as he left the section of the Yinghong Mansion, Wu Nian's smiling face sank again, he did not go to deliver the wine first, but quietly rushed to the Mingtai Mountain in the east of the city.

Carrying more than a dozen jars of wine on his back was impossible for him before, but it was easy for him now, and the cultivation of the three veins already had the strength of four hundred catties.

When he walked on this familiar mountain road again, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart that the once beautiful and kind Thirteen was actually a man-eating monster.

However, when he reached the place where he had been, he found something extremely sensational: there was no waterfall in Mingtai Mountain.

Wu Nian stood in the jungle in a daze, he was already in the place where the two of them had been together for seven days at this time, but there was no more of the crumbling waterfall, nor the big black stone that Thirteen had been sitting on, and even the fire that had been burned at the beginning was gone.

From the beginning when Wu Mu said that Mo Xue came back with the little prince, and then met a female ghost in Qianpinggang in the back, this is what Wu Nian had expected a long time ago, these things happened after he met the thirteenth, he just came to verify it, but he didn't expect that even the original waterfall was gone.

Thirteen is a female ghost, and the thirteen I saw before does not exist.

He confirmed this fact, and the past seven days were just a dream. However, the green umbrella in his hand and the cultivation that did not disappear were things that he couldn't figure out.

The past seven days have been so real that he can't think about it clearly, so he simply doesn't think about it, because with cultivation and a green umbrella that looks like a treasure, it's good no matter how you say it.

Now that he came to Mingtai Mountain again, he was relieved a lot, because he had been ashamed that he had not reached out to save Thirteen that day, she was a man-eating monster, and it was better to die. And there is no need for him to be ashamed, because Thirteen is not dead, and he met Wang Fuzi at the Liushui Dam yesterday.

Huangliang's dream seems to be false and true, and Mingtai Thirteen seems to be good and evil.

The cool spring breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and Wu Nian became quite calm at this time, much calmer than when he ate the Zhenxin grass.

Whether it's a dream or not, he doesn't think about it so much, the most important thing now is to seek revenge on his current father, and now he can let go of anything, but this one can't do it, because he killed his parents, which he only knew after splashing the two buckets of well water last night.

He wasted a long time in this forest, and once again used a blow and a blade, and the sharpness of the hundred boats exceeded expectations, and in a zhang away, he split a huge tree in two, and then turned and left.

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Qingshi Pavilion woke up from a dream, and Huang Liang woke up from a dream.

Maybe not awake yet.