On the second day, in the reluctance of the villagers, the two and Lao Qingniu embarked on a journey to continue south. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but there are also some changes, for example, the transportation of the two has become a board car that is not very spacious, and the pulling of the coolie is naturally handed over to the old green cow to do.

Although he was willing to ride for Li Molan, the old green cow was still a little reluctant to pull the car.

However, probably because He Xingge is indeed more charismatic, coupled with the good talk of the young man, Lao Qingniu is finally willing to pull the car.

The two sat in the car, and the old green cow pulled the cart and leisurely headed south.

The road in the Qinling Mountains is gradually rugged, and the mountain road is originally walked out by people, and the Qinling Mountains are inaccessible, and the road is naturally not as good as the official road in the wild bamboo forest.

There were no people along the way, and only some birds and animals could be seen occasionally haunting the mountains and forests on both sides of the road.

If you want to get out of the Qinling Mountains, you must go all the way to the south, but the Daomen is in the direction of the south-east, and the Qiuming Mountain is south-west, and when you get out of the Qinling Mountains, it is time for the two to part ways.

On the way, the two will also have some exchanges in the way of the sword, obviously He Xingge's sword path is quite profound, at least Li Molan, who has been in the field for at least four years, often opens his mouth after listening to his opinions, and then realizes that the gap between the two is still a little far away, and there are more doubts about whether they can be equal to it.

After a few more days, the weather became colder and colder, and Li Molan also peeled off the fur of those prey while hunting on the road to prepare for supper.

These skins became the blankets that the two of them needed to sleep at night.

It's almost mid-November, and this is the north of the North Sea, so it's naturally getting colder, and when you wake up in the morning, you will find that the meadows and trees on the left and right are covered with a light layer of hoarfrost.

Looking at the dark green leaves covered with autumn frost, Li Molan remembered that it had been almost two months since she left Xunyang City.

At this time, there must be heavy snow on the cliff on the coast of the North Sea, right?

The dead old man's grave should have been covered with a thick snow blanket, and I don't know if the simple tombstone on his grave will be covered.

Xunyang City outside the mountains will also fall a little snow now, and the kapok tree should have been covered with silver frost, and the scenery should be very beautiful, right?

One evening, night fell early.

The temperature in the air gradually dropped, causing both of them to involuntarily wrap their bodies tightly in animal skins.

On the mountain road in the distance, by the dim light of the sky, it seemed as if something dark was standing there.

Li Molan looked in that direction with some confusion - because it was about to completely enter winter, and it was getting dark so quickly that the road in the distance was shrouded in darkness of night, and it was impossible to see clearly.

He tried to look at it, but he couldn't tell if the black shadow was a person or just a tree.

He Xingge, who was in a white robe with a knife, was lying a little lazily on the cart at the moment.

He noticed the strangeness of Li Molan's expression, followed and looked over, and then showed some surprise.

"Who?"

Li Molan looked at the road in the distance and asked softly.

Although he wasn't sure if it was a person or a tree or something else, he noticed He Xingge's surprise and immediately guessed something.

"Closer...... Look again. ”

He Xingge said.

The old green cow walked steadily, pulling the cart and quickly approached there.

The dark shadow standing in the middle of the road was a person.

Maybe it's because he has black hair, black eyes, and black clothes, and he is carrying a black iron sword behind him.

The colors made him look like a ghost in the dark, and even when he was very close, it was hard to notice on a night like this.

Li Molan glanced at He Xingge, looked at the man in black in front of him again, and felt that the two were really a good match.

One is a black-clothed black iron sword, and the other is a white-clothed negative iron sword.

"Acquaintances, friends?" asked Li Molan.

"Acquaintances are acquaintances, but friends can't say it, it should be counted...... opponents. ”

He Xingge said, then lifted the animal skin and jumped directly from the cart.

"His name is Wang Zijian, and he is a genius of the Cultivators, very famous, but he does not belong to any of the Sects of Cultivators. Originally, he was from a second-rate monastic sect, but later, for some reason, he betrayed the sect, and slaughtered all the people in his sect, and also repelled or killed all the people in charge of the Daomen, which alarmed many people, including the Daomen Holy Maiden, and was also the best among the younger generation of cultivators. ”

Li Molan asked, "Then why is he looking for you?"

He Xingge said helplessly: "I once met him when I was traveling, at that time he was sharpening his kendo, as soon as he saw me, he made a move, forced me to fight with him, and then was defeated by me, and he kept talking about defeating me, this time, it is estimated that he is also here to challenge." ”

"Isn't he afraid of being caught?"

"Generally speaking, it is inconvenient for the people of Qiumingshan and Dizizhai to meddle in the affairs within the jurisdiction of the Daomen, and the same applies to Qiumingshan and Dizizhai. And Wang Zijian's kendo talent is quite terrifying, he does not lose to any of the top geniuses of Beihai, he has been hunted down by the Daomen for many years, he is still alive and well, I am afraid that he will also be a top powerhouse in Beihai in the future, and no one is willing to make enemies easily. ”

While the two were talking, Wang Zijian, a swordsman in black and a black sword, couldn't help but step forward, and he didn't look at Li Molan as if he were looking at He Xingge with a cold and crazy look.

"I'm going to challenge you. ”

The voice of the young man named Wang Zijian was very indifferent and without a trace of emotion.

He Xingge was a little helpless and said, "You know that I don't want to fight with people. ”

Wang Zijian's tone was still cold: "This is not up to you. ”

He Xingge, who was in a white robe with a knife, understood the heart of the person in front of him, so he had to say, "Okay then." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and said to Li Molan: "You guys stay away, he doesn't care about the proportions, don't break the board car we used to rush." ”

Li Molan nodded, and the old green cow quickly turned around and retreated towards the rear, pulling away for more than 100 meters.

"Who is he, and why are you hanging out with mortals?"

Wang Zijian looked at the young man sitting in the distance on the ox cart and asked with a frown.

He Xingge shook his head: "He is not an ordinary person, and even if he is an ordinary person, you know that I will not mind." ”

When Wang Zijian heard this, his eyes finally raised some interest, but he was still a little crazy, and with his black clothes, he looked extremely cold.

"Since you say that, I'm a little interested. ”

He said calmly, "What's his name?"

"His name is Li Molan, and he is my friend. ”

He Xingge frowned and said, "Don't harass others, otherwise I will be very troubled." ”

Wang Zijian sneered: "As long as I defeat you, then I won't come to trouble you, and if he is vulnerable, then naturally I won't go to him." ”

He Xingge knew what kind of character this person was, and he was immediately reluctant to say any more, but slowly pulled out the iron knife from behind him.

This is the first time in so many days that his iron knife has been slashed.

Li Molan in the distance opened her eyes wide and prepared to observe, He Xingge pulled out the iron sword in front of him for the first time, I am afraid that he is going to use real kung fu, so he naturally has to watch it carefully, this kind of battle is very beneficial to his sword path.

Wang Zijian smiled coldly, there was still a faint madness in his eyes, as if he was a kendo idiot, and suddenly pulled out the black iron sword behind him.

At the same time, a sharp sword qi spread around as he drew his sword, and in an instant, it actually cut down many towering trees, rumbling and dusty.

It also alarmed many birds and beasts, and after a burst of black smoke and miasma, a large clearing was cleared here.

He Xingge held the iron knife in his hand, revealing a serious expression.

Every time he really wanted to exert all his strength, he would show such a look, which made Wang Zijian quite satisfied.

Dressed in black and black, Wang Zijian grinned half-madly and half-awake, looking a little crazy, making Li Molan feel that he looked like a German Nazi during World War II, or a believer who was brainwashed by a cult.

As the tip of the prince's sword was aimed at He Xingge, the madness in his eyes was even worse, as if he was even more insane, and he became a complete psychopath.

"Is this a real sword idiot?"

Li Molan looked at Wang Zijian's cold temperament and the crazy look on his face, and sighed softly: "This special mother is a psychopath......

The old green cow agreed, and nodded.