There was no payment on the envelope, and they were still afraid of death after all, and they were so frightened by the sentence 'fear of life' that they didn't dare to open the letter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Oh?" the fat old man was curious, took a look, his face suddenly froze, and handed it to the thin old man.

The thin old man held it in his hand, and suddenly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a small jade bottle suddenly flew out of it.

He gently opened the jade bottle and poured it slightly, and a wisp of pale green liquid flowed out of it.

The green liquid dripped onto the envelope, and the green smoke rose suddenly, and when the smoke cleared, the handwriting appeared on it.

"The book is presented to the knees of Gu Yuanwu"

Payment: Disciple Qiu Dong came to pay respects.

"Elder Gu?" The two old men were startled, and suddenly looked at Shen Qiansan: "But there are other tokens?"

Shen Qiansan hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Quickly took out the little sword and handed it over, and then he was dumbfounded!

The fat old man held the small sword in his hand, his aura was agitated, and he could only hear a 'hum' sound, and the small sword that was originally a few inches long suddenly turned into a three-foot long sword.

"This..."Shen Qiansan was annoyed for a while, why didn't I think of it?

"Ask the sword! This is a batch of refining two hundred years ago!" The two old men looked solemn, could look at the gate, and seemed to know a lot.

"Follow me!" The fat old man waved his hand and walked inside with Shen Qiansan.

Shen Qiansan followed closely behind, he was a little timid at first, and he was a little uncomfortable in the face of the curious eyes cast by others.

Suddenly he realized something, the people here, the men are wearing moon-white robes, with a layer of black veil on the outside, and the women are all white, he feels very familiar, think about it carefully, isn't there a piece of such clothes in the mantle of the ancestor of the Cold Snow Sect?

He didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, took off his heavy coat, took out the dress, and quickly put it on his body.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold clothes, although Shen Qiansan is still so handsome after wearing this clothes, his temperament has obviously changed.

Not because of the clothes, of course, but for himself.

He looked at the crowd proudly, and hummed in his heart, isn't it just a piece of clothing, I have it too, isn't it just like you now?

The fat old man just glanced at it, didn't make a sound, and hurriedly walked with Shen Qiansan, walking for half an hour, rows of houses appeared in front of him, stretching to the end of the sight, I don't know how many, surrounded by green trees, surrounded by large and small gardens, hills, and beautiful scenery.

Shen Qiansan made a few detours, and he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, so he only knew that he could just follow the fat old man with his head covered.

Finally, the fat old man stopped, outside a quaint thatched hut.

There were a few chickens in the small fence yard, surrounded by bamboo, and a boy stood at the door.

The fat old man actually respected this boy very much, and asked in a low voice with his fists clenched, "Is the elder here?"

"Grandpa just woke up, don't bother him with anything important. The boy combed two sky-high buns, and his face looked like he was about to rush to the sky.

Shen Qiansan was disdainful in his heart, he was really arrogant, he just fell asleep and said not to disturb, right?

The fat old man was not angry, handed the small sword and the letter in his hand to the boy, and said with a smile: "There is a letter from the elder, please present it." ”

The boy frowned, saw the dusty little sword and the dirty envelope, his face showed disgust, stretched out two fingers to clip it, and then turned around.

As soon as he turned around, the cupola almost turned into a punching bun, his back was bent, and the whole person became more slave than a slave.

"Grandpa, there's your letter. "The voice, how soft and soft it is.

"Come in"

The old man's voice came from the hut, and the boy carefully pushed the door open a gap that only allowed one person to enter, slowly squeezed in, and then quietly closed the door.

No more sounds.

The fat old man glanced at Shen Qiansan and said in a low voice, "Wait patiently, I'm leaving!"

"Thank you, seniors. Shen Qiansan felt that these two old men who were guarding the door were quite good.

"Squeak..."

As soon as the fat old man left, the door opened, and the boy took the lead, respectfully opened the door of the grass hut, and then walked out by himself, bowed and stood aside, and then, out of the door a... Middle aged.

"Hey, this little boy is so low, calling the middle-aged man a grandfather, then I must be his uncle. Shen Qiansan thought in his heart and looked at the middle-aged man.

Ruddy complexion, elegant, beardless under the chin, tall and slender body, dressed in a cyan robe, with his hands behind his back at the moment, he first looked up at the sky, then looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Shen Qiansan.

"Huh?" In an instant, the elegance of the middle-aged man was gone, replaced by anger, coldness, and murderous intent.

Shen Qiansan bore the brunt of it, feeling it most clearly, the coldness in those eyes was even more terrifying than the despair experienced in the Snow Valley of the Cold Snow Sect.

His legs trembled, he couldn't look anymore, and he even felt like he was about to lose his footing.

"Come here!" Gu Yuanwu shouted in a deep voice.

Shen Qiansan hurriedly stepped forward, but he didn't expect his legs to be weak, and he didn't take a step, but his upper body went out.

"Bang"

He directly fell into a mouth full of mud, got up tremblingly, and listened to Gu Yuanwu say coldly: "Wow, very good, Qiu Donglai, he has a long ability, he actually dares to deceive the old man!"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, Shen Qiansan felt a suction force coming from his intuition, and his body flew out involuntarily, and the next moment, the person had already landed in front of Gu Yuanwu.

A big hand around his neck was tightly clamped like iron tongs, only to hear Gu Yuanwu say coldly: "This is what you call a disciple of the Convincing Qi Bigu?

Shen Qiansan couldn't understand a word, he only felt a shadow of death enveloping him.

"Where is Qiu Donglai?" Gu Yuanwu suddenly asked sharply, like thunder exploding in Shen Qiansan's ears.

"Ancestor... The ancestor is dead. He couldn't even straighten his tongue.

"Dead, when did it happen?" Gu Yuanwu's tone softened slightly.

"Maybe... Probably... More than 100 years ago. Shen Qiansan tried hard to recall the conversation between Ren Jingpeng and those people in the Cold Snow Sect, and calculated the time, it should have died more than a hundred years ago.

"Hmph, it seems that he didn't break through after leaving here, and he still died of old age after all. He still swore that even if he didn't break through the Dao Realm, he would cultivate a Dao Realm disciple...... Waste, always waste!"

The more Gu Yuanwu spoke, the more angry he became, and suddenly he slammed Shen Qiansan to the ground, flicked his fingers, and the letter flew over and stuck to Shen Qiansan's face, and at the same time, the middle finger and thumb were forced, and the small sword was 'ding' and broken.

"Shameless person, you dare to wear my Danxiang Academy clothes, Tong'er, take off his clothes and blast out!" Gu Yuanwu shook his hand, threw a small sword in front of Shen Qiansan, turned around and walked into the hut, and slammed the door shut.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" The boy jumped down, rushed to the sky again, and in the midst of shouting and scolding, he grabbed Shen Qiansan's collar and tore off Shen Qiansan's clothes in three or two clicks.

Shen Qiansan originally wanted to resist, but he suddenly found that the strength in this little boy's hand was surprisingly strong, and he couldn't do anything at all, so he could only watch as people forcibly stripped off his clothes.

"Get out!" the boy slapped lightly.

"I'm going to fly higher... Fly higher..."

Shen Qiansan did fly very high, because with his cultivation, a mouthful of blood spurted out when he fell.

He was humiliated and sad in his heart, he felt that humans were not as friendly as demon beasts, at least demon beasts did not make him vomit blood, but in just two days after coming to the human world, he was insulted many times and vomited blood twice.

Shen Qiansan was angry, unwilling in his heart, sad, and wronged like a torrent of sprays, he couldn't suppress it anymore, he roared, got up and gritted his teeth and rushed towards the little boy, "I'll fight with you!"

"You're looking for death!" The little boy was shocked, grandpa likes to be quiet, this fool who doesn't know whether to live or die actually yelled, and suddenly became furious, seeing Shen Qiansan's mouth full of blood rushing up, he flew up and hit Shen Qiansan in the chest.

Shen Qiansan flew again, flying higher and farther, and even he seemed to see himself running towards the sun, to be shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

The last thought that comes to my mind is...... I'm going to die again! I don't know if I'll ever be able to cross again.

A white shadow flew out from an attic not far away, caught Shen Qiansan, landed firmly on the ground, glanced at Xiao Tong's side, and the delicate face flashed away.

"Shen Jing, don't be nosy, Grandpa asked the person who was blasted out, you'd better not touch it!" The boy walked over with his hands behind his back, and then stuffed the two truncated swords and crumpled letter paper into Shen Qiansan's arms, and said lightly, "Of course, if you do it for you, I won't refuse, throw him out of the academy!"

After saying that, he walked away.

Shen Jing glanced at the thatched house, didn't say a word, hugged Shen Qiansan, and quickly ran outside the academy.

"Am I crossing over again?" Shen Qiansan woke up and found himself lying on a large soft bed, but he immediately denied it because of the pain in his chest.

He remembered that every time before the crossing, even if there was a great pain, after the crossing, it was gone, this time it was completely different, it seemed that there was no crossing.

"I've already paid for the room, so I'll go back when my injuries heal." A cold voice came from the side.

Shen Qiansan turned his head with difficulty, and saw the white robe that was as holy as a snow lotus and as a cloud.

"Fairy..."He was excited, he would not forget this face, but he was soon at a loss, "Go back?

"From... Where to come from, where to go. Shen Jing walked to the door, and a faint voice came, "These two healing pills can barely make your injuries better, and there is money on the table, enough for you to go back... There!"

The door was shut, and the man was gone.

Shen Qiansan struggled to get up, wanting to see the fairy's back, but in vain, the sharp pain in his chest made him have to lie down again.

He lay there in a daze, and at some point, tears flowed out, why? I finally stopped crossing, and got rid of the curse of three minutes, but why was it so ordeal that greeted me?

Crying silently, the wound that touched his chest, Shen Qiansan stopped crying, and hatred gradually climbed into his heart, even occupying everything he had.

"I want to live! I won't go back, and one day, I'm going to let my bullies kneel in front of me and beg me!"