"You can't do that, throwing the road upside down doesn't solve the problem. When the sky fell, Yinchen, who was a head shorter than the boy, lowered his head and said in a calm tone, the boy did not hear his voice, let alone associate the innocent and clear voice of the "new story every day" ten years ago with the voice in his ears that was low and hoarse, with an intoxicating charm. The young man, that is, Zhang Jiu'er, the orphan who entered the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall in the same batch as Yinchen, was staring at the top of the mage's silver hood with a wary expression on his face at this time.

"I'll light them up later, and I'll get oil from the yamen...... Anyway, what does this have to do with you!" Zhang Jiu'er obviously felt that his legs and stomach were trembling, and the sky was coming, which meant that the person in front of him was likely to be a master of divine skills, not a killer who did not know how to do divine skills, and now that the sky is becoming more and more harsh, the duel heaven is only effective for divine skill cultivators, and the killer will not touch the heavenly rules when he acts, of course, he is not protected by the "one-on-one" of the heavenly rules, and once he is found, he will definitely be beaten to death.

"It's useless, these rats may be the source of the plague, on such a hot day, the yamen doesn't seriously dispose of these dead people, just afraid of ......" Yinchen shook his head, in his opinion, if the Jianzhou slave authorities don't take these "road down" seriously, then a terrible plague like the Black Death will definitely replace Zhao Guangyi to completely and completely slaughter the city, which is cleaner and more complete than the previous massacres of Jianzhou slaves. "There is no distinction between high and low in the face of the virus. Silver Dust added.

"How can there be? These people are reasonable every day, and they must have been alive yesterday, and they only fell here today!" Zhang Jiu'er saw that Yinchen hadn't made a move for a long time, so he was a little relieved, he felt that if the other party was a worldly master who didn't show his face, with his rude behavior of the two provocations he had just provoked, at this time, he Zhang Jiu'er would have been with these roads a long time ago.

"It's even in the stomach of a mouse. Thinking so, he became more and more frightened to find that no matter how much he stirred up the battle spirit, he had no confidence to make a move in the face of the person in front of him, and he felt that his calves and stomach were no longer trembling, but his legs were as soft as cotton.

"It's like that. Yinchen said, spewing out a stream of flame from the palm of his hand, the moment he breathed fire, Zhang Jiu'er's face was as pale as death, because the moment he breathed fire, his body erupted with a king-like momentum, and the ice qi on Zhang Jiu'er's body directly dissipated in the high heat.

A huge fire light flashed briefly in the palm of Yinchen's hand, and then the red light flashed in the entire alley, and the flames rose and immediately extinguished, and all the filth in the alley was burned into a miserable ash, and the entire alley turned into a dry gray-white, like a Gobi.

"You ......" Zhang Jiu'er was so frightened that he even scattered his defensive posture, facing such a strange person who could instantly break through the cold ice and war, he had realized that his life was not in his hands at all.

"I'm fine. But there was no murderous intent in the other party's tone, not even hostility, not even a trace of smugness, only a sense of loneliness, as if free-falling from a high altitude: "I can't imagine that you have now been reduced to sweeping the streets, life, who have you ever let go?......"

"Do you know me?" Zhang Jiu'er seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, his eyes lit up, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "This adult, hehe, little stupid, I didn't recognize ......you for a while" He was no longer raising his eyebrows at this time, and his head scratching action was very honest, just like the honest seven-year-old child ten years ago.

Life is like this, shouting goodbye to the past all day long, and in the end many things have not changed.

"I know you are Zhang Jiu'er, as for who I am, you don't need to know, because you, and those who have seen me, have forgotten me. Yinchen sighed: "I just didn't expect ......"

"That, it's not like that!" Zhang Jiu'er said honestly: "I just lost a bet with Hu Hansan...... How could I, a dart master of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, be reduced to sweeping the streets......" As he spoke, several really ragged people slowly walked towards a wooden cart, the wooden cart was piled with tall corpses, the adults pressed the children, and the building was like a criminal truck sent to the Abomination Synthesis Workshop, they were the ones who really came to clean the streets.

"Hu Hansan......" Yinchen knows Hu Hansan, just as Yinchen knows the old man Zhang of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, Zhang's mother and the chief dart head Zhang Weiwu, Hu Hansan is the one who has the highest understanding and the fastest cultivation speed among the orphans who entered the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, and the old man Zhang did not use Hu Hansan to squeeze the silver dust, but Hu Hansan was hindered by the follow-up part of "Alice in Wonderland", and was "stuck in the neck" by Yinchen, and he had never really done it with Yinchen.

Sometimes, copyright can drive people crazy just like chips.

"I think you should gamble less in the future, no matter who you are, you are already an official dart master, even for the sake of the reputation of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, you must also pay attention to financial risks......" Yinchen said as he passed by him and walked towards the other end of the alley, his target was a military stronghold such as the Metropolitan Guard.

"Wait!" Zhang Jiu'er stopped Yinchen behind his back: "Although I really can't remember who you are, but I ...... Anyway, you've done me a favor, so it's not too much to ask you for a bowl, right?"

"No need. Silver Dust turned around and coldly refused, the early layer of the snowy Chinese New Year's Eve seven years ago was one of the few extremely memorable bad moments in his life, he sometimes really wondered if he knelt down to intercede at that time instead of playing some scholarly temper, then would he just spend an ordinary decade with Zhang Jiu'er in the dart game, or even an ordinary life, he would not learn to meet Zhang Yating, and would not cause her to sacrifice herself to save him as the number one "Xiaobai" , maybe he will survive incognito under the compassion that Nie retains and live the life of an ordinary woman, and he will never have the courage to enter the Heavenly Sword Pass, nor will he meet Feng Lieshan, Zhang Mengmeng, and Yun Wuyue, and he will not be forced to witness the bloody sacrifice of the entire "True Demon Pavilion". He will not carry the death and life of two girls and live through such a painful struggle for so many years.

Life is as rough as a demon, sometimes looking back, I really wish he could be ordinary and comfortable, but he knows that he has been a civilized person who has gone against the current from beginning to end, a scholar who rushes to the limit of the times, and a magician who tries to manipulate the world in vain, and he can't stand that kind of ordinariness in his bones.

Only now, he has the capital, the right to enjoy this ordinary, because he has ascended to the throne of God, he has already achieved fame, he can already manipulate the earth and the sky, the light and the flame, he has partially realized his ideals, he can relax for a while.

So he planned to be an ordinary charlatan.

He left like this, the silver-colored figure passed under the dark and damp shadow in the alley, and arrived at the bright main street, the moment his figure was illuminated by the sunlight on the main street, Zhang Jiu'er immediately shouted: "Wait ......", he only shouted one word, and the figure disappeared into the light.

Zhang Jiu'er seemed to remember something at that moment but didn't really recall anything, the moment the back of the silver dust was illuminated by the sun's light, he suddenly felt that the silver back was so familiar, so familiar that it was frightening, as if the nightmare that he had for a long time suddenly became a reality. Half of the light flashed in his mind, but that half of the light was not enough to remind him of what he remembered, and he began to desperately recall his simple and short life, and found that whether he was awake or asleep, there had never been a moment when he could meet such a master, who used fire to restrain Xuan Bing.

He shook his head and turned to the other side of the alley, where he needed to get back to the Gathering House.

The name of this tavern on the street is "Hui Hui Lou", and the name of the earth explosion can make the ground of several nearby streets shake in a small city like Duntian, just because the owner of this house is a famous roast little suckling pig, who has miraculous cultivation and is bold, and is a famous hero in the "individual guests" of the rivers and lakes. Of course, this so-called hero is a devil, colluding with the government, and bullying the market is inevitable, but his roast pig is delicious, and his wine is also very mellow.

When Zhang Jiu'er walked into the door, the warm and evil atmosphere in the restaurant was not affected, but Zhang Jiu'er still felt a little bit of hidden weirdness from the bright atmosphere.

He raised his eyes and looked at the hall facing the street for a second, there were many people sitting in it, but there seemed to be only two kinds of people, one was a dart master like Zhang Jiu'er, all wearing the dart master uniform of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, and the cyan robe looked very decent, and the other kind of people, although they were dressed in colorful clothes, disguised in various ways, and even old boys, there were little boys who came out to work hard at the age of twelve or thirteen, but they never broke free from that common calm and ruthlessness, these people seem to belong to a new Jianghu force, although they are playing a variety of different lives, blowing nonsense from all over the world, but in Yinchen's opinion, each of them seems to be skillfully reciting the script that has been written long ago, try to act in the drama that has been arranged a long time ago, which can be seen from the pretentious posture of them suddenly quieting down from time to time to eat and eat meat, and even, the shriveled and thin old flower can actually talk about some unobtrusive rivers and lakes to the pot full of fragrant and hot little suckling pigs, which is very strange in itself.

The dart master's eyes stared at him coldly, and let out a disdainful cold snort from his nostrils, he "saw" the invisible aura formed by the cold aura from the person's body, obviously this person was not a dead soldier from the killer line, but a master assigned by a real Jianghu sect, and the cultivation of ten layers of qi was covered by the spiritual weapon on his body, which was very powerful.

The experienced dart master moved his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, he knew that the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym's current "extremely heavy dart" was not a good match, it was a concubine sent by the emperor to send it to the house of a big man in Pan Yang City, of course, this concubine was kidnapped, kidnapped with a fluttering holy decree, and what they wanted to transport this time was not a "thing" but a living person.

"The First Beauty of Gusu", Sophie Fei.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also a light artifact grade, which is the glory of a former righteous sect, but this thing has changed hands a few times, and since it was polluted by the divine power of the black sky, it has become an ownerless spiritual treasure, and it has been snatched up by the people of the Demon Dao. Now this thing, if it is given to a certain king on the grassland, it is naturally not to be lost, whether it is the king of the grassland, or Baylor in Pan Yang City, they are all inextricably linked with the emperor, once they offend them, the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall will lose the umbrella on the white road.

"So this time, there must be no mistakes!" Zhang Jiu'er finally quietly glared at the master of qi disguised as an old beggar, and was really a little drumming in his heart, went up to the second floor, and sighed at the difficulty of the magic while climbing the stairs: "I came out to mix, they all started from the body, I think I am not weak in the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, if the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion had not hung up the brand of the martial arts hall, I am afraid that the white dragon list that will be promulgated will also be famous, but it is not generous enough to invite the master of the transformation of qi to play the beggar!" No, I have to tell the old man that this time the visitor is too bad. ”

"The Convergence Building" Not big, just three floors, one floor is more expensive than one floor, the restaurant on the street is dedicated to eating, there is also a three-storey small building behind the restaurant, it is the guest room, the small courtyard behind the guest room is the place where the owner lives, in Duntian, a commercially developed place, the restaurant that simply eats has no development prospects, only the comprehensive, food, housing and even prostitution one-stop service of the comprehensive restaurant can survive in the cruel and thriving market competition, so the gathering building must be able to retain the merchants, and the people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall can not afford to live in the most expensive in the city"Golden Full Hall", "Reflecting the Moon Phoenix Spring Show" and "Good Women's Square" such as the gold cave have become only the lower half of the Huihui Building to rest.

"If it doesn't work, you have to let the old man talk to the master, hurry up and get a passage slip, let the officials open the door, and we'll leave immediately!" Zhang Jiu'er thought as she opened the door of the private room.

At this time, the meal time of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion had not yet arrived, and there was a circle of young elites of the Martial Arts Pavilion and the old man Zhang who managed these elites sitting on the table.

There were only cold dishes on the table.

In the private room, the old man Zhang sat on the seat, did not move his chopsticks, just drank a pot of stuffy wine, and seemed to be depressed. Zhang Jiu'er stood by the door, plucked up his courage a few times, and ice appeared on his body before he made up his mind to give advice to Old Man Zhang.

He took a step forward, and was about to speak, when he heard the half-drunk old man Zhang suddenly let out a voice similar to crying.

"Silver Dust!!Old man regrets!!" Zhang Jiu'er's voice was full of desperation. He was surprised that this little child who was kicked out in the cold winter months a few years ago did not freeze to death in the blizzard, did not starve to death on Chinese New Year's Eve, was not eaten by hyenas raised by large families, and was not taken captive by some high-ranking people to do it** Or Lu Ding, who died miserably on a certain big man or next to the pile of internal organs, while envying the countless legends that this boy was carrying, especially the bombardment of the Jianzhou slave army of Xueyang and Pershing, has long become the most mysterious and bloody and terrifying legend on the rivers and lakes, Old Man Zhang did not expect that a little apprentice who was bullied by himself for three years, disgusted for three years, and finally drove him out on his own initiative behind Zhang Weiwu's back, a person who is not good at cultivating any magic skills, can have such great achievements? !