In the middle of a desolate hillside, a small monk with a little panicked beard flew down from the sky, and only after looking back to see that no one was chasing him, he let out a long sigh of relief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Along the way, he always involuntarily appeared in his mind a Valkyrie Phantom wearing black armor and holding a black spear, until he completely left the boundary of the capital of Zhao State, and the image in his mind turned into "not allowed to come again" The four blood-colored characters disappeared completely, and he knew that he had finally survived this catastrophe, and the seemingly ordinary bookstore female owner was indeed a hermit master.

"On that street, are all hermit powerhouses?" The thin monk didn't dare to continue thinking about it, that mysterious and dangerous place, he didn't dare to set foot half a step in his life.

A pat of the storage bag, a picture scroll was held in his hand, before he was busy running for his life did not have time to check carefully, now free, he wants to study it carefully, although this painting looks very ordinary, but after all, it is painted by the predecessors, maybe there is something strange he has not figured out.

As soon as the scroll was opened, the sky suddenly darkened, and the demonic qi surged, instantly covering the sky, and in that demonic energy, you could see the figures of the demons roaring from time to time.

"Zhang Shuo, let's meet again, do you think you can still run this time?" I saw that in the midst of the rolling demonic qi, an old figure stood in it, although the old man was full of white hair, but the skin on his face was as delicate as a baby, and he didn't look old at all.

"Master, the apprentice will call you again at the end, you want to continue your life, the apprentice will not stop you, but if you want to maintain your longevity with my life, it will be difficult for the disciple to obey!"

"Snort!"

I saw that countless demonic qi was surging suddenly, and several demons with fangs instantly pinched the cold mang, and the cold mang rushed left and right, but he couldn't get out of the control of the demonic qi, and finally showed the appearance of an emerald green small sword.

Seeing that the natal magic weapon flying sword was trapped, especially seeing that the old man didn't give him the slightest chance to cast the spell again, countless demonic qi surged towards him, Zhang Shuo's heart suddenly trembled, and he didn't have time to take out the magic weapon from the storage bag again to deal with the enemy, Fu Zhi poured the mana into the scroll in his hand, and then threw it on the top of his head.

An incredible scene happened, only to see that the original ordinary flower and plant painting, suddenly gushing out of the endless suction force, the surging demonic energy, instantly swallowed by the whale, seems to be nourished by the demonic energy, the original picture scroll is a very ordinary grass, suddenly stretched out from the scroll a slender verdant leaf.

As soon as the long leaf appeared, like a demon out of the cage, it stretched out in an instant, turned into a hundred-zhang long leaf, and gently whipped forward, and the three defensive magic weapons that were sacrificed by the old man in front of him were suddenly shattered, and in the old man's unbelievable gaze, he instantly pierced his eyebrows, and in a few breaths, the old man's tall body deflated down and turned into a pile of dry bones.

Seeing this, the thin monk was both frightened and surprised, for fear that the long cyan leaf would turn his head and swallow him, so he hurriedly took the scroll spread on top of his head in his hand and rolled it up quickly.

Long Ye exuded a sense of dissatisfaction, and slowly returned to the picture scroll again, for a while, the world fell into silence again, if it weren't for the old man's dry corpse still lying on the ground, it was hard to believe that there had been a great battle between monks here.

"Even the old monster in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty is vulnerable, this picture scroll, could it be that the immortal treasure is not successful, so the tavern owner who painted is the legendary immortal?" Although countless thoughts flashed in his heart, Zhang Shuo didn't have the courage to verify it again, and at this moment, his mind was full of the words "great opportunity and great creation".

Resisting the urge to look up to the sky and roar, Zhang Shuo picked up the storage bag left by the old man after his death, turned it into a rainbow light and flew into the distance......

Lin Xi didn't know about this matter, of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care, even if the painting he made, even if it was just a random game, why was it difficult to kill a Yuan Infant Monk?

As the days passed, Lin Xi's face grew older little by little, the only thing that remained unchanged was his love for painting, and in the past few years, his favorite thing is to draw a sword, a divine sword that looks very extraordinary is drawn, and every divine sword is drawn, Lin Xi feels that the primordial spirit in his body will be more condensed, and at the same time, the breath of the heavenly calamity is also closer to him.

Sometimes, when he doesn't want to paint, Lin Xi will sit silently alone in the dark tavern, silently experiencing the loneliness, this loneliness, it seems that he is the only one in the whole world.

"The road is long, only the sword is the companion, in this life, it seems that I am destined to walk alone!"

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In the early morning, Lin Xi pushed open the door of the tavern as usual, at this time he looked no longer young, wrinkles could be clearly seen on his forehead, and there was also a vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows, and the whole person looked much older.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the bookstore opposite, at this time there were a lot of guys moving things, the bookstore that was originally familiar had already been filled with piles of fabrics at the moment, this shop has changed owners!

"Brother is the owner of this tavern, I'm new here, this shop has been rented by me, in the future, if my brother needs any fabrics, you can come to me, I'll give you the lowest price!" A man about thirty years old who looked relatively wealthy walked forward enthusiastically after seeing Lin Xi.

"The owner of the bookstore, when did he leave?" Lin Xi felt irritable in his heart for some reason, as if there was something wrong that he had ignored.

"Oh, it's been about half an hour!" the rich man recalled for a moment, then took out a letter from his cuff, "By the way, that one left a trust for you before leaving!"

Lin Xi took the envelope and opened it directly without hesitation, there was only one sentence on the letter, a sentence that shook Lin Xi's heart:

"If there is an afterlife, will you marry me?"