"Seven, seven!" the familiar accent and tone of voice made him open his eyes. The clusters of white flowers blooming on the locust tree above his head exuded a faint fragrance, and occasionally the petals and leaves that fell from the wind spread a thin layer on his body, and there were some small insects crawling among them.

He shook his head, shook off all the things on his body, and carefully reached out to remove the caterpillar from his shoulder and put it on the fallen leaves. A figure in the distance waved at him, beckoning him to eat time. He was not in a hurry to eat, because after an afternoon of sleep, his stomach was not very hungry, but he stretched and walked slowly.

The staple of dinner is Huaihua porridge, and there are also Huaihua buns and scrambled eggs at the same table, which must have been written by my mother. She always said that food should also be in line with the solar terms, so that people can experience ups and downs with nature.

But to be honest, although the acacia flowers smell fragrant, they taste bitter, and he never likes them. The acacia nectar is an exception, but it seems that he likes the nectar of any flower.

"Old Seven, what do you think about when you eat? haven't you woken up yet?" said the man across the table a little angrily, and the chopsticks in his hand were slightly lowered, looking quite displeased. But there was nothing to be afraid of, for his father's displeasure took far longer than he showed other emotions, and this solemn state had become accustomed to his son.

As for the rest of the family, they all thought it was a sign of reliability, and only the mother would privately protest his unkindness, as was about to happen now.

"Don't be so fierce. Qizi slept a little more today after resting, and he didn't stay in the practice ground and study until dark on weekdays. As she spoke, her mother put the rice with the acacia flowers in front of her father, but she had no intention of sitting down. This is the rule in the family, when eating, the elders eat one table first, the men eat another table, and finally it is the turn of the women to serve the table.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with this, but he always hoped that his mother would come to eat with him, so that his father's face would not be so stiff, and his eyes would not be sharp as if he was going to pierce the dinner table.

"Wake up in the morning, even if it's a day of rest, you have to look like you! He is my son, a son of my sword sect, how can he sleep under a tree when he is sleepy like those wild people who have no one to discipline him?

"When he grows up, my seventh son must be a man who stands up to the heavens and the earth, and when the time comes, you who break the rules will not be able to put it on him! This is called out of the temple and swims in the river and sea. Mother's words became the last voice in this memory, but unfortunately he was really not hungry at that time, and the acacia porridge was not eaten for a long time, and now, the taste is gradually unable to remember.

Gotta go back, gotta go back and see how the locust tree in front of the house is doing.

Thinking of this, Jian Qi's eyes suddenly opened, and he wiped the blood stains in front of him with the back of his left hand, barely regaining awareness of his surroundings. So he saw how he survived the explosion.

The woman who claimed to represent the Lord of the River was pressing down on him, using her body as a protective net to withstand the violent explosion. At the cost of her body being almost shattered, the flesh below her right chest was completely incinerated, and the exposed spine was faintly visible. The cold and beautiful face has also been burned without skin, revealing bones.

"You... Still... Alive...", the true pink skeleton uses her remaining muscles to control the movement of her jaw, struggling to make sounds. After Kenqi nodded in response, the only glimmer of light in his eyes vanished, and his entire body fell like a building that had lost its support. The sword-seeker carefully flipped the vampire's bones aside, mixed feelings in his heart.

They were ambushed, or rather, it was a trap. Whether this trap was aimed at them or not is unknown, the only thing that is certain is that even if the team is summoned by Youhe, it is difficult for anyone to survive such a violent explosion.

Kenqi stood in the rubble after the explosion had dissipated, his iron rod gone, and he looked around blankly, hoping to find his surviving companion in the large swath of burned black ruins. But reality was always the opposite of expectations, and the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was not a familiar figure, but a monster walking barefoot in flames.

The monster had red skin, and its humanoid appearance was backed by bat-like wings and goat-like horns, which was the archetypal image of a demon in people's mouths. In the face of this enemy from the land of brimstone and flame, Jian Qi had only one thing to use except for his two fists, and that was the wooden sword that he had always carried behind his back and protected with his body even in the explosion, the green talisman.

This spirit sword to suppress evil was held in the hand of Jian Qi, to be honest, he was not very confident, because the legend of Qingfu has always been used as an instrument to suppress evil spirits, and it has never been mentioned whether this sword can be used in fighting.

"It's okay, kill you first and then clean up that barak, we have time. The demon's voice was like a poisonous snake learning human speech, and he flapped his wings slightly, and the flames around him voluntarily gave way to the sides, revealing the path between him and Jian Qi.

The cruel monster did not rush forward, but first plunged its long and bizarre arm into the ashes of the explosion below, and then plucked it out of it! A trident made of black steel had been buried here for some reason, or had been summoned through some of his magical rituals, in short, it made a terrifying sound of wind pressure in the demon's hands.

In fact, Kenqi made a mistake, because real demons are not very good at using weapons, they believe that their bodies are better than any external objects, let alone carry their weapons through this magic-like way. So what he was actually dealing with was not a raging demon, but a cunning devil.

However, whether it is a demon or a devil, it is a terrible thing for the current Sword Seven, at least that steel fork doesn't care if others can recognize the identity of its holder, and just wants to pierce three bloody holes in the human body.

"Human, your life is over!" The voice was accompanied by a steel fork, and the smell of evil wind and sulfur went straight to Jian Qi's chest! This devil's wings are not all decorations, relying on the structure of the wings, he can exert the speed that ordinary people rely on their legs and feet to reach, and in the process, he can rely on the contact between his limbs and the ground to constantly correct his trajectory.

Trident, longer than a sword. The devil's arm was also a lot more than Jian Qi's arm, and when the two were added, Jian Qi, as a martial artist, couldn't find any chance to fight back. He had to retreat, but the stone wall behind him that did not completely collapse was destined to simply retreat and not bring him life. Seeing the glowing tip of the steel fork getting closer and closer to him, the sword-seeker's expression calmed down.

He still has hole cards, and he has things that he brought from his hometown and that he has been entrusted with with his name. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled violently, and with this exhale, his body became as light as a bird, and he was half a man's height on the flat ground!

"Drink!" The soles of his feet, stepping on the fork of the trident, the seven swords leaned forward, and the green rune sword in his hand had already been pulled to the shoulder on the left side, and he was about to swing, aiming at the devil's neck!

"You give me your life!"