Pingcheng is not a prosperous city, it is just a small town, submerged in the red dust of the world, and its origin is unknown.

The water mist of Lingshui Lake cannot soak this town, because it has been separated by Lingshui Lake for more than 50 miles.

I have to say that the small town of Heijo is indeed a suitable place for healing. The green shade of the people, the small bridge and the flowing water, vaguely exude the beauty and simplicity unique to the beautiful landscape.

Even in late autumn, the afterglow of the evening sunset is still warm, quietly falling on a blue brick hut covered by green bamboo, and falling on the black-clothed girl sitting in front of the window, so that the black also has some moist and soft colors.

Outside the window, the plum is sparse and sloping, and the branches have light flower buds.

Zhao Yu looked peaceful, with a smile on his eyebrows, quietly enjoying this rare quiet time alone.

Her injuries had healed and she could have left, but she suddenly lingered here. The beautiful landscapes and simple people here make her miss the green mountains and green waters of Tiangui Mountain again.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and she is tired of deceit, and she just wants to stay here, alone, a hut, a few green bamboos, a heaven and earth, transcendent and happy.

However, once you enter the rivers and lakes are as deep as the sea, how can you easily get rid of the shackles of the two words "rivers and lakes"?

During the period of time when she was healing, the news that she had the "Fire Phoenix Talisman" spread far and wide, and it had spread on the rivers and lakes, and people in black and white were exploring her traces.

People in the rivers and lakes have long been caught in the quagmire of the world, how easy is it to get out? For Zhao Yu, it is even more impossible, the family revenge has not been avenged, and the love is not full, so it is destined that there will be such a wind that will involve her in those endless disputes in the rivers and lakes.

This wind, from the afterglow of the evening sunset, swept through the town of Pingcheng quickly and cruelly.

At that time, Zhao Yu hadn't slept yet, and was listening to the wind with the lamp. The tea on the table is just right.

The wind is filled with a fierce murderous aura, and it also carries the cold of late autumn, which is terrifying.

When Zhao Yu noticed that something was wrong, she couldn't get out. The hut was already surrounded, and she was sure that if she ventured out, she would be dead. So she stayed in the house very wisely, leisurely picked the faint candle flame, and leisurely poured herself a cup of tea, as if waiting for a long-lost friend to return, come back to drink a cup of tea together, and gossip all night.

It's a pity that what she is waiting for is not a friend, but an enemy.

The enemy hadn't shown up yet, and it seemed like she couldn't wait.

"Since you are here, why don't you show up to see each other, are you blaming you for being distracted?" She said loudly, calmly and calmly, with a graceful bearing.

When the wind is quiet, the breath of human existence will be so obvious.

As soon as her voice fell, there were a few "bumper bangs", the doors and windows of the hut had been broken, and several figures broke into the hut and surrounded her in the middle.

Zhao Yu was not affected by such a scene, he drank tea leisurely, and his scattered gaze swept lightly over the man in black. It wasn't until she saw the golden snake embroidery on the hem of the black robe that she couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly.

Before the quenched silver needle in her hand was issued, outside the door, a tall black figure walked slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The man walked very slowly, as if he was stepping on the rhythm of the setting sun, step by step, extremely elegant and noble.

The wind stirred up his black hair, and the eight-clawed golden dragon embroidery on his clothes, which was lifelike in the afterglow, seemed to come to life and rise into the air.

As he slowly approached, the tall figure formed a deep shadow on the ground, slowly moving towards Zhao Yu, little by little, with an aura that eroded the light.

With a fierce momentum and a dark aura, Zhao Yu only felt that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and his hands and feet were cold. The silver needle in his hand was not held for a while, and fell to the ground silently.

"You're scared." The man stood still in front of her, his deep voice stating the facts.

"Golden ······ Golden Dragon, you are ······ Emperor Yao, the lord of the Xuan Evil Sect. Zhao Yu's throat tightened, and it was already the limit to spit out these words, and she clenched her fingers so that she could barely tremble.

The man's eagle-sharp eyes had seen through all her demeanor and reactions, whether she had shown them or deliberately hidden, and in those eyes it seemed as if all the disguises were hidden.

"The deity still likes the "poisonous rakshasa" that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and that is in line with the deity's taste. The man's clothes were lightly raised, Shi Shiran sat down opposite her, and immediately a man in black stepped forward and respectfully poured a cup of tea for him.

It was as if he was the master of the place, and she had become a prisoner.

Zhao Yu secretly took a deep breath, suppressed the horror in his heart, and smirked: "I'm just a weak woman, how dare I say that I am not afraid of heaven and earth, I don't know where I offended the Xuan Evil Sect and let the Xuan Evil Venerable Lord come in person?" ”

Xuan Xiemen, one of the four major cults in the rivers and lakes, is known as "the south is evil, and the north is not to blame".

However, the Xuan Evil Gate is more mysterious than the Blameless Palace, it uses the dragon as a totem, inhabits the South China Sea, but quietly controls the operation of the entire martial arts, and secretly manipulates some evil businesses that cannot be seen.

No one has ever snooped on the secrets of the Xuan Evil Sect, not even Yue Changsi. And at this moment, the Xuan Evil Venerable Lord appeared in this little-known town, and any master in the martial arts would be shocked at this moment, let alone Zhao Yu, who had low martial arts.

Di Yao didn't answer, a pair of dark eyes looked at her coldly with playfulness and contempt. The teacup in his hand shook slightly, and the fragrance of tea overflowed, Zhao Yu held his breath again, and his nails had pierced deeply into his palm.

With a "pop", the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zhao Yu exclaimed in surprise and stepped back. However, she found that she couldn't move at all, and an invisible pressure spread, pressing on her heart, the blood in her whole body surged, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

It's a familiar pressure, Zhao Yu secretly thought in his heart. Yes, it was when she was in the Cangwu Mountain Demon Emperor Palace, and Yue Changsi also let her have such an experience.

"The deity only needs the "Fire Phoenix Talisman" today, as long as you hand it over, the deity will let you live. Di Yao said lightly.

Zhao Yu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain in his chest, and couldn't help frowning and sighing: "I finally healed my injury, but I didn't expect to be injured again so soon, if I let my eldest brother know, I should worry about it again." ”

Just as she was distracted, she felt a chill on her neck, and the long sword of a young man in black was already on her neck.

"How do you think you compare to this teacup?" Di Yao stood up and squinted at her condescendingly, his tone mocking and contemptuous.

Zhao Yu's eyes indifferently swept over the fragments of the teacup, and asked rhetorically, "Then how do you think you compare to this teacup?" ”

I didn't expect her to dare to ask. Di Yao's gaze became playful.

"Audacious, dare to speak to the Lord like this." The black-clothed young man holding Zhao Yu hostage shouted coldly, and the sword in his hand drew a blood line on Zhao Yu's neck.

"Hahaha······" Di Yao laughed, with a cold cruelty in his laughter, "What a clever mouth, you can't get any benefit from just talking about it." As soon as he waved his hand, the black-clothed young man stepped back, and Zhao Yu's neck fell into his hands, "What about the Fire Phoenix Talisman, take it out, otherwise the deity won't mind twisting your beautiful neck." ”

"Unfortunately, I don't ······ at all There is no "Fire Phoenix Talisman". Zhao Yu endured the feeling of suffocation and said with difficulty.

"Really?" Di Yao looked down at her, his eyes bloodthirsty, "Since you don't want to take it out, then you have no value in living." He tightened his fingers.

"Hmm······" A strong feeling of suffocation struck, Zhao Yu only felt that her eyes were black, and she opened her mouth to alleviate the suffocation.

"You······ Kill me, and you'll ······ Jaya······ You can't get the "Fire Phoenix Talisman". And, you're ······ Didn't find ······ The dantian is empty, and the breath is not continuous? As soon as her words fell, the weaker man in black in the room collapsed.

"Lord, there is poison in the house." The black-clothed young man's martial arts didn't seem to be weak, and the poison didn't seem to affect him, he was Di Yao's personal guard Yunzhou.

Di Yao glanced at the subordinates who fell to the ground, his eyes flashed with danger, he tightened his fingers again, gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to poison?" ”

Zhao Yu wanted to sneer, but the steel-like fingers pinched her neck, and she could only make a few weird sounds: "Could it be ······ I'll ······ Sitting? ”

"You can play this little trick, but it's a pity that this little poison is just an itch through the shoes for the deity, and it is beyond your strength. But ······" The corners of Di Yao's mouth hooked up with an arc of unknown meaning, "Being able to play small tricks under the nose of the deity shows that you still have some guts." As soon as he said that, Zhao Yu fell out of the window like a kite with a broken string.

"Bring it back to the altar." Di Yao's figure flashed, landed beside Zhao Yu, and looked at her coldly.

"Yes, my lord." Immediately someone stepped forward and grabbed her.

At that moment, a flute sounded. Like snow and ice, cold and lonely, it makes people feel cold all over.

For Zhao Yu, the sound of the flute is familiar. The only person in the world who can play such a tune is Ji Junyan, the master of the Blameless Palace.

She was overjoyed in her heart, Ji Junyan's appearance was nothing more than for the "Fire Phoenix Talisman", the two tigers competed, and she would always have a chance to get out.

Di Yao looked up at the figure on the green bamboo, the figure in red clothes like fire, and with a wave of his robe, some dead leaves on the ground turned into a rain of arrows and shot over.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the figure on the bamboo tip swayed, with a chic posture, lightly avoiding those dead leaves, and the toes were light, like a wisp of catkins, and fell lightly on the opposite side of Di Yao.

Luxurious red clothes, silver masks, Jiuyang Ruyi, free and empty. This is the master of the Blameless Palace, Ji Junyan.

"This woman belongs to this seat." The man in red played with the jade flute in his hand, his tone was cold, but it could not be refuted.

Di Yao's gaze fell on the man in red like a sharp blade, and he sneered: "Ji Junyan, you have already obtained the famous sword "Ice Spirit", and you have even come to get involved in the "Fire Phoenix Fu", you are really greedy. ”

"Greedy?" The man in red smiled strangely, and the corners of his delicate lips exposed outside the mask outlined a sneering arc, "I didn't expect the Xuan Evil Venerable Lord to say the word greed." ”

"The deity is just reminding you that if you eat too much, you will die."

"Don't bother." Ji Junyan snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a red long whip attacked Di Yao like a spirit snake.

"Yunzhou, take someone first." Di Yao let out a loud shout and greeted Ji Junyan.

"Yes, my lord."

Both of them are people with outstanding martial arts, and they do their best when they fight. The whip shadow is heavy, the applause is whirring, and the murderous spirit is overflowing. The people with low martial arts could not withstand this powerful murderous aura, and they retreated one after another.