Campfires, game, and the temptation to go home.

Four people, two men and two women, were now on an outing in the open space at the top of the mountain. But in fact, no one saw it as an outing, more like they were running for their lives, even if they didn't want to think so.

It is natural to take turns keeping vigils. Before going to bed, Bu Qingyun also looked at the Qiankun compass, and it turned out to be chaotic, pointing to the east and the west. He himself was a little confused, how could there be a problem with the holy relics of the mountain gate. This may be the answer only when you go back to Qiankun Gate. Maybe that damn guy named Chill would know.

In the first half of the night, Bu Qingyun didn't sleep, and he had a premonition that something would happen tonight. Therefore, he was the first to keep vigil.

When he watched the brothers and sisters fall asleep peacefully by the campfire, he felt more peaceful. Maybe when you go home, you don't have to do it anymore.

At this time, a black shadow passed through the dark forest, Bu Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes, and after perceiving it for a while, he relieved his heart, it should be some kind of beast. There are no aura fluctuations, so it won't make him bother.

After doing so, Bu Qingyun, who had been meditating for half a night, woke up another female disciple and said it was time for her to keep vigil.

Four people, huddled on the edge of the campfire, there will be no danger. Everybody thinks so. Because the campfire itself is bright, and brightness is the source of security.

The female disciple was very careful, checked the surroundings, and put some dry branches in her hand, as long as someone approached, it would inevitably make a sound, even if this practice did not have much effect on Xin Chai, but at least it could make her feel more at ease.

However, people always have three urgencies, and women are no exception.

Before dawn, she was already a little sleepy, a little tired, and even more unbearable, alone, looking at the darkness around her, with inexplicable fear. But because it seems a bit too much to wake up your companion when you go to the toilet, it is estimated that you will be reprimanded as cowardly in the future.

Find a place to solve the problem on the spot, and the most important thing is not to let those strange sounds disturb sensitive teammates.

Throwing the branches, she walked forward.

Suddenly.

As if the branch had touched something, a black shadow suddenly came out, and then the glimmer of the bonfire behind him, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was a rabbit.

Feeling the trace of fear that he almost didn't catch, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and threw away a dry firewood again, as if he wanted to kill the rabbit in anger.

Behind the tree, under the dense forest, the female disciple could still see the bonfire, and everything around was also reflected and glowed.

"It's right here!" the female disciple finally chose a place and took off her pants.

But at the moment she crouched down.

"Poof!" a knife slashed straight across her neck.

Blood and foam flowed and condensed like stains beneath her, and she could never have imagined that the moment she relaxed, death would come. The time of death is coming. These are two words.

There were still spiritual energy fluctuations left by Xin Chai in the air, echoing the crackling sound of tree branches being cut, and the faint sound of a female disciple who couldn't breathe without breathing.

"Hahahaha! None of you can escape. Xin Chai's voice echoed like a night owl.

The three of them woke up shockingly!

"Something happened. "Everyone knows at this moment, because the female disciple who kept vigil disappeared.

At this moment, no one's face is good-looking, what are you afraid of, what is coming.

"Mad woman. You come out for me. The only remaining male disciple shouted into the forest.

And Bu Qingyun opened the Qiankun compass, still spinning wildly.

The only remaining female disciple followed the path of the dead female disciple and found the body.

"Ahh

Bu Qingyun and the male disciple looked over and immediately wiped their eyes.

One more person was lost. The male disciple ran wildly, and hit everything around him with runes one by one, Bu Qingyun didn't stop it, and now the anger in his heart reached the extreme. Even if he used this disciple as bait, he would kill Xin Chai, avenge their senior brother, and then apologize for his guilt and give an explanation to his master.

Otherwise, where will the face of Qiankun Men remain?

"Come on, come and kill me!" On one side, it was the male disciple who frantically bombarded the rune to vent his anger.

On the other side, the female disciple dressed her fellow senior sister and choked with her voice.

They thought that becoming the core and basing themselves on the world was a good day after they had endured so many years of hardship, but not long after they left the school, the first time they performed the task as the core, they were stunned by the first few beatings.

The road still has to continue to be rushed, Bu Qingyun made up his mind this time, even if he dies, he will fight Xin Chase.

As soon as he crossed the mountain, Bu Qingyun changed his path, no longer taking the path, and walked the big road with the disciple who shared the same hatred. There are a lot of words missing, he just wants to sell the flaws and give Xin a chance to take advantage of it, and then the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch behind.

At the small tea stall at the traffic entrance of the mountain pass, the three of them reappeared.

"Tea, steamed buns. ”

After asking for these, Bu Qingyun just gnawed on steamed buns, like jue wax. Occasionally, neuroticism opens the compass and takes a look.

This time, the direction is still east.

He even had an impulse to directly smash the useless Qiankun compass with one palm, but in the end he could only slap it on the table with one palm to vent his anger.

"Bah!" a muffled sound startled the young man who ran the small tea stall. Bu Qingyun just glanced at him twice, then put away the compass and continued to eat steamed buns. This is equivalent to a gaffe and a faux pas. Although it is the core, it is also the new in the core.

In the distance, a group of people pulling dozens of cars began to march towards the small tea stall at the traffic entrance.

The young man in charge seemed to know that the big customer was coming, and he added some firewood under the stove for steaming steamed buns, and his hands and feet were faster.

The people rely on their strength to eat, and their strength is consumed, and there is a lot of demand for steamed buns. A vast group of people, let alone dozens, not hundreds of steamed buns.

"Shall we go first?" the male disciple reminded, after all, there were so many people.

Bu Qingyun shook his head: "Don't worry, when the time comes, go with them." ”

Both male and female disciples were a little puzzled, but Bu Qingyun made a decision, what it is, what it is.

"The tea pipe is enough, and the steamed bun pipe is enough. The young man greeted the new group politely, and his face was full of young people's sunny smiles.

And in that bunch of people.

Shang Jia and Sanxiu holding a knife sat at a table, and there was another one, who should be the head of the people. As for the people, they don't seem to be qualified to sit at the table, but only squat on the side of the cart drawn by the horse.

The dust, the shouting, and the sound of the car wheels almost became a loud one, and it was lively, but the three people of Qiankunmen frowned, they were not used to it, and they didn't like this environment.

"Zi !!" a group of horses may have reached the point, and they peed. The man next to him just waited for it to finish, and with a steamed bun in his mouth, he led him to the other side.

The female disciple felt disgusted, and while eating, she watched the beast defecate. Remembering where she had stepped on it just now, and smelling there, she felt a little dizzy.

The male disciple just frowned and didn't say anything.

Bu Qingyun just glanced at the scattered cultivator in the lead, and then ignored it.

In a hurry, the group rested for half an hour, got into the steamed buns, and began to set off again, only this time, there were three more people inside. Three disciples of the sect who are extremely mysterious and high in the eyes of the people. Even the casual cultivator they usually looked up to followed respectfully, as if the people were respectfully following their heads.

There are a lot of people, and there are no strong people, so the sense of security returns again, and the return to their hometown makes the three of them much better.

Bu Qingyun seemed to deliberately let the male disciple walk in front, and after arriving at a small town, he deliberately distanced himself and asked him to buy cooked food.

Is he deliberately fishing, and the fish will be hooked?

The male disciple waited at the town's delicatessen stall for the boss to chop the braised goose piece by piece. And Bu Qingyun was sitting under the wine table not far away, looking at him with the female disciple.

"Whew!" the sound of a wine jar exploding immediately sounded from the small restaurant. Whether it was Bu Qingyun or the female disciple, she stood up in an instant, and there were faint spiritual power fluctuations overflowing from her body.

It was caused by a shopkeeper being pushed onto the wine jar by the loose cultivator who was holding the knife.

Bu Qingyun just sighed, and then turned around.

Far away, the male disciple had already fallen to the ground. Pumping out like a dead fish. The owner of the deli stall next to him was already stupefied and slumped on the ground. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

In front of him, a woman in white dressed Sheng Xue, veiled, stood beside the male disciple, looking at Bu Qingyun.

"Mad woman! "Bu Qingyun this time, he finally couldn't help it, in the small town of Qiankun Gate, on the street, their core disciple was killed, and in front of him, the core.

The yin and yang runes were depicted almost at the same time, and it was a violent shot towards Xin Chase, and even more irrational, ordinary people also rushed out, and distanced themselves from the female disciple.

Xin Chai dodged Bu Qingyun's attack while there were mocking words

"Why kill me? "People are running very fast, and it seems to be a surround sound, one moment, at the far end, and one on the roof.

Just when Bu Qingyun felt that something was wrong.

"Poof!" It turned out to be the loose cultivator, who attacked the female disciple who was all in front with a knife in the back, and then, regardless of life or death, ran away directly, and the voice echoed in the town.

"Remember! Lao Tzu's name is Li Fei. "Thirteen slashes in the sky, this Zhou Zhe or a famous figure under the Dasheng Sect, the same speed is amazing, and he only slashes and hits the vital point and leaves.

Everything was straightened out, and it turned out that the loose cultivator who was holding the knife had been following all along. It turned out that he was so stupid, he should have looked at that knife, how could Sanxiu afford a good knife.

Bu Qingyun regretted that it was too late, and Xin Chai didn't seem to kill him directly, but just used his speed to taunt him, let him wreak havoc on the house, and let him go crazy.

Yes, go crazy, is there any better way than to punish a core disciple?

Outside the town, Xin Chai looked at Bu Qingyun who was crazy in the town from a distance and said to Li Fei

"Go back! Take Lin Xiaomao with you. I'll take care of the rest. ”

Li Fei tore off the disguised costume on his face

"Sister-in-law, what about you?"

Xin Chai sneered: "He's not completely crazy yet." Li Fei felt a chill down his spine, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade him. In the past, Zhou Zhe always said to them, women, what kind of reason do you talk to him, the quilt will be covered with a real knife and a real gun for two nights.

Bu Qingyun's madness didn't last long before it stopped. He panted and looked at the merchant and the man transporting grain in the hotel, looking at their frightened expressions, and suddenly felt that killing them seemed to have no pleasure.

Then he was just a man, a little stupid and headed west, only turning back from time to time. Even the corpses of those two companions, he didn't care anymore.

It wasn't until a long time later, when a cold winter wind blew, that Qingyun was better.

"I'm going to kill her, definitely. Bu Qingyun made up his mind, and then he began to rummage through the Qiankun bag for things that could be used, life-saving medicines, spirit stones, and messy materials.

Eventually, he found a stone slab, carved runes on it, and inlaid spirit stones.

This is not a formation, it should be said, it is a temporary weapon, the effect is very poor, but the advantage is that the runes do not need to be depicted, as long as they are played casually.

Xin Chai had already watched this scene, and sneered in his heart, the restraint of the absolute school could not be compensated for by these. Moreover, she is crushed in ranks.

She moved again, only, this time, his target was not Bu Qingyun, but the small stone slab he had just carved.

"Whoosh!" A burst of red light flashed, and a figure flickered and passed behind Bu Qingyun, really like a ghost.

Bu Qingyun riveted his spirits and looked around, but there was no one, and immediately, the fear of the unknown spread like a tide in the night.

"Mad woman, you come out. Come out and fight me to the death. Bu Qingyun shot out several runes in a row, bombarding the shadows around the trail.

But no one answered him, instead, there was another burst of laughter, like a female ghost Yaksha.

"I'm sure I'm going to kill you, for sure!"

As soon as he turned around, he turned around again, and occasionally saw a black shadow passing by, but he never saw anyone, and he himself seemed to be about to faint, the crown of his head didn't know when it turned off, and his hair was scattered, but Bu Qingyun still didn't care, he was still turning his body.

"Come, come!" said his mouth, sometimes with a thirst for war.

Turning around again, when he felt the spiritual power fluctuating behind him, he suddenly saw that Xin Chai was almost face to face and nose to nose, which immediately made him almost frightened.

"Ding, ding!"

With two crisp sounds, Xin Chai left again. It's just that the small stone slab tied to Bu Qingyun's hand has been shattered, and the spirit stone has fallen to the ground with a click.

Anger, fear, and timidity began to grow in Bu Qingyun's heart, and he knelt down and cried as if he were whimpering.

For several days, Xin Chai appeared every night, first quietly, and then began to intimidate like ghosts.

She made a knife out of the ice that had just condensed in winter, and from time to time flashed by Bu Qingyun's side, leaving a knife on him, sometimes heavy, leaving blood and scars, sometimes light, leaving only a single ice mark and water stain.

In the end, Xin Chai no longer used a knife, as long as he threw a stone, he could make Qingyun turn his body frantically and shout madly

"I'm going to kill you!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Xin Chai sighed, If Zhou Zhe is really dead, I will kill you again. Then, riding the night breeze, embark on the way home.