Jiang Liao closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the bloody scene, cautious comparison and calm thinking proceeded quickly in his mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ground was covered with blood, and the large beds full of broken corpses, as well as the innermost internal organs, hands and feet, appeared one by one in front of him.

After a long time, Jiang Liao suddenly opened his eyes and said, "All the corpses have no heads. ”

Jiang Liao calmly said his judgment, the old beggar had a look of appreciation in his eyes, he gently raised his ragged right arm, stretched out his thick palm, and the shadow of an arm appeared clearly on the ground under the sun. "Where there's sunshine, there's shadow, and where there's shadow, there's blood. I didn't expect the world's erosion to start from this richest southeast! This is about to become a bloody battlefield, Brother Jiang is chivalrous and brave, but the road ahead is chaotic, you still have to do it yourself!"

"The disciple has already heard that all the headless blood cases created by the Immortal Soul Sect are not only for the purpose of looting gold and silver, but I am afraid that there is a shocking conspiracy behind this. Jiang Liao said.

The old beggar was about to leave, but when he heard Jiang Liao say this, he turned around again, looked at the black smoke floating in the sky, and said in thought: "Since you are a disciple of the old man, the old man might as well tell you that the old man came to the south on behalf of the Sanqing Daomen." ”

Jiang Liao is very aware of the weight of the Sanqing Daomen in the world, whether it is a commoner or a cultivator who meets the Sanqing Bishop, he must perform three bows and nine bows, and the old man can represent the entire Daomen to walk in the world, which means that in the four levels of the Sanqing Daomen Pope, the Purple Bishop, the Tsing Yi Pope, and the Gray Sect Master, it is at least equivalent to the status of the Purple Archbishop.

Jiang Liao knelt down respectfully and saluted, but was helped up by the old beggar: "It's all old rules, I don't like this old beggar for a long time." After a pause, he said: "You can take revenge on this trip, it is best if you can succeed, once there is any change in the Immortal Soul Gate, you will follow the disciples of the Burning Star Building to kill the generals, so as to save your life!"

"Burning Star Tower?" Jiang Liao didn't know what the old man meant, but he didn't ask much. Holding a tree cane, he clenched his fist at the old man and said goodbye.

After a few steps, a group of beggars had already gathered the old man and the young beggar beside him, the tall and thin young beggar, whose hair had changed from a broom shape to a chicken nest shape at some point, as if this was the true color of a beggar. He was happily taking out a long cloth pocket from nowhere, one by one pulling out the scallion oil baked cakes, the beggars were staring eagerly at the oil cakes taken out of the pocket, their eyes were shining with thieves, but they were still orderly, and the black and thin palms were taken one by one, no one grabbed them, let alone coaxed, as if this kind of scene had been experienced many times.

This old beggar is indeed a strong man of the Sanqing Daomen, and he is a strong man who is famous all over the world. It's just that in the long history of nearly a thousand years, he has been silent at the lowest level of the Daomen, living a life of wandering the world, so few people remember him, let alone think of the freshly dressed angry horse from today's sloppy image.

Lieyun Shang - the sharpest sword of the Sanqing Daomen, the commander of the apologetic cavalry with a profound realm three thousand years ago. No one in the world dared to resist the sword blade, and the cavalry caused the ghost to break through the ghost.

Because of an unknown love story, and because of a special purge of the cathar cavalry in the iron-blooded western expedition, the blood of the infidels dyed all the black war horses red, and the Lieyun Shang had an epiphany in the blood rain. Since then, he has resigned from his position as the head of the apologetic and is alone and missing.

After many years, under the cover of the name of apologetics, the cathar cavalry made a series of killing scandals against the so-called "infidels" by the Heavenly God Temple, and the Heavenly Dao God Emperor Ming Huayu issued an edict to disband all the apologetic cavalry.

Back then, the Sanqing Daomen deliberately suppressed this matter, and few people in the world knew the whereabouts of Lieyun Shang, and many people even speculated that he was suppressed by the Divine Emperor Ming Huayu himself. What even fewer people know is that at the same time as Lieyun Shang left, a talented female priestess from the Human Divine Temple of the Three Great Halls of Daomen, Heaven, Earth and People also floated away—with monstrous resentment.

Now Lieyun Shang has returned to the Sanqing Daomen and accepted the edict assigned by the Daomen. The Sanqing Daomen and the Great Xia Imperial Power have supported each other for thousands of years, and this time in the south, in addition to properly intervening in the rebellion of the Immortal Soul Gate, the Lieyun Shang also has a more important task, which is to test the movements of several gates in the south.

These 10,000-year-old families headed by the Chen family are even older than the history of the Great Xia Dynasty. Whether in the rivers and lakes, in the sect, or in the imperial court, their power is intertwined and extends infinitely, and they have formed a faint independent kingdom south of the foothills of Yunmeng Mountain, not only enjoying the right to recommend the appointment of governors of important cities in the south, but also firmly controlling the commercial lifeline of the rich southeast, affecting the Vientiane City on the southeast coast to the south, and spreading to the northward to the Rakshasa country in the northwest.

These families are like huge monsters hidden in the depths of history, if the world is in chaos, their attitude is even more important than a 10,000-year-old sect.

Lieyun Shang followed a group of sparrows to the south, and did not care about the battle between the sects at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, because everything that the Sanqing Dao Sect could do had been done.

Since the disaster has begun, and war is inevitable, then let it come, although it is so ruthless for the surging people. When he was young, he was dressed in angry horses, longbows and white swords, commanded hundreds of thousands of iron-blooded cavalry, regarded human life as a mustard, and took hunting heretics as the highest honor, and in his twilight years, he had another understanding of life and faith, turning himself into the most inconspicuous sparrow, mingling among the fragile and helpless beings, as if he wanted to make up for the sins he had unintentionally committed when he was young, and as if he was confessing to a person. After the half-move temptation with Xu Feng, this feeling was even stronger, because the once familiar technique was like a thunderous blow in his heart like lightning. At that moment, he who had already glimpsed the sacred, and his Dao heart actually shook a little. But after all, it's all in the past - like a cloud of smoke. The genius of the Dao Sect many years ago may only have a wisp of divine soul left now.

Along the way, new beggars are constantly joining the southbound group, and there are more and more sparrows. Looking at these ragged, tired, numb, different shapes, and even a little pitiful beggars around him, and then thinking back to the heroic warriors behind him who were iron-clad and bright-armored, holding long swords, and full of anger between their eyebrows and eyes, and the Lieyun merchants who were surrounded by many sparrows and went south, they were a little distracted, and muttered in their mouths: "Xu Feng, you kid!"

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From Yancheng to Wudaokou at the foot of Xianhumen Mountain, if Jiang Liao is in a hurry, it will be half a day's situation. Now there are two women following, one of whom is a weak woman who has just been rescued from the demon cave, and the speed is much slower.

The sky was still very hot, and the woman who was rescued still didn't leave Jiang Liao, just wrapped her head tightly with a large tulle scarf, revealing two bright big eyes.

"What's the girl's name?" Wang Cuihua, who had a lively temperament, finally couldn't stand the dullness on the road and asked.

"Back to the young grandmother, my name is Nie Fu. "The girl had a nice voice, clean and watery.

"Young grandma!haha......" Cuihua laughed without any scruples, and looked at Jiang Liao proudly while laughing. This heartless sudden laughter startled Neff, who was still in a state of panic.

"Don't be afraid, girl, this is the temperament of the, it's good to be familiar, it's good to be familiar. Jiang Liao said comfortingly.

Nie Fu grew up in a wealthy family, and the people she came into contact with were polite and elegant people. She hadn't even left the cabinet, and she had not even been taken away before she had even left the courtyard gate, and of course she had not seen the village woman laughing at the sky regardless of her image. But it was this kind of unscrupulous laughter that made her feel that the tall woman in front of her and the tall man were both a kind of person, the kind of person who was hearty and clear, and reassuring, which made her more determined that she had made the right choice.

Wang Cuihua kicked Jiang Liao lightly, dissatisfied with his title of "cheap".

I thought to myself: "Madam, clumsy Jing, whatever you call it is better than being a cheap one." These titles were all remembered by Wang Cuihua in the past few days after racking her brains to recall Mr. Storyteller's words. Jiang Liao knew that Wang Cuihua was still thinking about these things on the dangerous road of revenge. After worshipping in the mountain temple, although the two have a more tacit understanding and more direct words, the woman's heart is a needle under the sea after all, and she is still feeling novel about the relationship between the two becoming husband and wife, and she is thinking about it in her heart.

"Oops!" Jiang Liao frowned and snorted softly.

Wang Cuihua was negligent for a moment, and this kick happened to hit the wound of Jiang Liao's calf. Cuihua's face turned white with fright, and she hurriedly ran over and squatted on the ground to check the wound, with a guilty expression on her face that she had done something wrong.

"Don't get in the way, the injury is almost healed!" Jiang Liao said.

Nie Fu saw everything in her eyes, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart. The two people in front of them are about the same age as themselves, why can they enjoy the sweet love in the sun, but they are so miserable. I think I was still a girl waiting for words in my boudoir back then, and there was also a boy who was secretly good. At that time, just by looking at him from afar, his face was red to the base of his neck. However, before this sweet and panicked taste could unfold, the whole family was killed, the father and mother, younger brothers and sisters were missing, and he was defiled in the devil's cave. After going through these tribulations, there is still the initial shyness in my heart. Yes, I don't have the qualifications to be shy at all, shyness belongs to the real lady, I am already a humiliated person, my heart is already numb, and I can no longer give birth to these beautiful feelings.

Jiang Liao seemed to see what was on Miss Nie Fu's mind, and in order to ease the atmosphere, he casually asked some questions such as life experience to divert the topic, but he didn't expect to make the topic even heavier.