From the mouths of those old people in the neighborhood, Li Molan did ask a lot of information about the Qingcheng faction, the first time in his life to make a move, was to target a cultivator sect, even if he is strong now, it is always better to be careful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He got a lot of information, maybe it was because he was overbearing, and over time, the Qingcheng faction didn't have any idea of protecting the core secrets of the sect at all, and most of the people in the neighborhood knew a lot of things, as long as they were locals in Xunyang City.

For example, the young master of the Qingcheng faction is called Qian Qiao.

For example, the location of the Qingcheng faction is the shore of Qingyue Lake in the east of Xunyang City.

For example, the Qingcheng faction does not have a character who can argue with the city lord, from the disciples to the head and elders of the Qingcheng faction, they all have to clamp their tails and be people in front of the city lord of Xunyang City, so it can be speculated that the Qingcheng faction does not have a strong person in the dragon's eye realm.

Li Molan looked at the bright moonlight at night and drank wine alone, and her artistic conception in her heart was similar to that of some centenarians, with indescribable melancholy and indescribable intoxication.

He was willing to stay in Xunyang City in order to destroy the Qingcheng faction, but when he was going to do it tomorrow, he was a little nervous.

"Tomorrow Lao Tzu is going to kill the door, and it can be regarded as doing something good for the people of Xunyang City, not only to avenge himself, but probably to add a little trouble to the City Lord's Mansion at most. ”

"But we haven't killed anyone yet, the newcomers are going to kill cultivators, and it's a sect killing, how do you feel like a big demon king." ”

"Forget it, I promised the dry old man that this sword is only for mortals, and killing a group of notorious cultivators is nothing, and Sister Tang Xi's revenge is still waiting for me to avenge it." ”

"Master, why did you die, three years ago Sister Tang Xi was buried by me under the kapok tree, I still remember the rain, slightly cool, and now your old man was buried on the cliff by me, the feeling of the sea breeze is actually similar to the rain, cool, don't blame me for being hypocritical, this kind of thing will inevitably be hypocritical. ”

Li Molan drank wine alone, talking to herself, and she didn't need to be talked to by others, she was a little chattering.

His heart is a little chaotic now, and his hatred for the Qingcheng faction has faded a lot because of the erosion of time, and now he has added miscellaneous thoughts such as the longing for the old man of the dry wine poem, even if the young man is a person with an excellent heart, he can't help but feel a little melancholy at this time.

Holding the wine bowl, Li Molan walked to the door of the inn, looking at the lights of thousands of homes outside the house, watching the moon and stars sparse at night, as if she had a poet's temperament.

The shopkeeper was sitting on the stool by the door in a daze, and suddenly found that the young man was coming with a bowl, slightly stunned, and turned his head curiously.

"My grief...... Turning into a river against the current. The boy sighed.

"Objective...... You're alright. Seeing that this young man didn't look like he was drunk, what he said was so incomprehensible that the shopkeeper was a little puzzled.

"It's fine. Li Molan shook her head, took a sip of the wine in the bowl, and then explained with a flushed cheek: "This is a ...... The words of the ancients are very reflective of my current state of mind. ”

"Oh......" Xiao Er didn't seem to understand, and probably didn't understand what this young man could have on his mind, so he just nodded.

Looking at his confused expression, it should not be clear, Li Molan smiled and did not explain more, after all, I saw that sentence in my memory in my previous life, and now I also feel it, if it is really a river, it is probably more in line with my heart-rending mood in the spring rain three years ago.

The next morning, the sky was bright, but there was no need to expect to see the beautiful morning sun.

Li Molan looked at the autumn rain outside the house, and secretly sighed that her luck was not very good, and she probably had to find a vendor to buy an oil-paper umbrella.

The autumn drizzle is cool, flowing and dripping down the eaves of those pavilions, dripping in front of the stone steps, the rain is pouring down, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Walking in the rain, the young man bought a white oil-paper umbrella from a vendor who took advantage of the autumn rain to sell umbrellas.

Walking along the street, stepping on the puddle that had just appeared, bursting into the water, some little urchins shuttled through the rain curtain, and the mood was high.

Children's thoughts are always different from adults', just as this autumn rain may be annoying to many people, but in the eyes of children, it is a playground given by God.

Li Molan calmly walked to the south of the city, and saw the rain curtain covering the ridges outside the city from a distance.

This picture is very familiar, just like three years ago he ran in the wisps of spring rain, running frantically towards the outside of the city, ignoring the eyes of passers-by in the rain like fools.

The killing intent that had been dormant in my heart for three years suddenly appeared, and it was somewhat irrepressible.

The autumn rain is so murderous, this kind of weather is not suitable for travel, probably the disciples of the Qingcheng faction should also stay in those pavilions belonging to the Qingcheng faction on the shore of Qingyue Lake now, right?

Li Molan walked outside the city, and saw the old green cow from a distance, the old green cow's horn mountain hung the dragon elephant sword wrapped in cloth, swaying and shaking, it was very doubtful whether it would fall suddenly, and if it fell, the old green cow alone would definitely not be able to hang this sword on his horns, after all, the psychic old green cow could not do such a fine work.

Walking along the official road, the young man held an umbrella and carried a sword, came to the front of the old green cow, and then climbed on the back of the cow with a light car, not caring at all whether the water stains on the cow's back would wet his clothes.

"Let's find a chance to change these ragged clothes, washed, dried and worn for three years, and the coarse cloth clothes worn by this countryman are not very good, after all, I will go to the Taoist in the future, and it will probably be better to change into clothes with a scholarly atmosphere, we should also have a scholarly temperament." Li Molan muttered.

"Xiaoqing, let's go to Qingyue Lake in the east, let's ...... Go and cut people. ”

When he said the last three words, the young man's eyes were already murderous.

The old green cow understood what the young man meant, turned around and went east, the young man sat on the back of the cow with a sword and an umbrella, and the old green cow hung a sword on the horns, and the pace was heavy but not slow.

Qingshui Lake did not exist a long time ago, but according to the rumors of Xunyang City, there were probably immortals fighting here, and a big pit was left on the ground after a mess, and then thousands of years of rainwater became a lake, and it became Qingshui Lake, probably in order to seek a fairy spirit, the Qingcheng faction chose to settle down here, and did not find the idea of a scale and a half claw left by the legendary immortal at the bottom of the lake, but after all, it is just a legend, and it can't be true, what you want is just a fairy fate.

The third-rate sect is a third-rate sect in the end, and there has only been a master of the dragon's eye realm for thousands of years, but unfortunately this master has not been able to shine for a few years, because he provoked the city lord of Xunyang City, and his head was cut off, and his head was hung on the city for people to watch for several years.

Li Molan knew that this city lord of Xunyang City had a good reputation, and he was worthy of being a decent cultivator who came out of Qiuming Mountain, and he was still qualified over the years, but after all, there was one thing that could not be solved, that is, the fundamental difference between cultivators and mortals. Even though this city lord of Xunyang City can be regarded as a good person, it is impossible to really ask the young master of Qingcheng to pay for his life or something for the sake of an ordinary woman who is crazy and has no background, and this matter will naturally be over.

No matter how righteous a cultivator is, he will not really regard a cultivator as the same kind of existence as a mortal, after all, there is an essential difference in strength.

Holding an umbrella and carrying a sword and riding a bull, the young man looked at the looming pavilion from a distance, thinking in his heart, since the city lord had no way to ask for the life of the young master of the Qingcheng faction, it was helpless, so he should do it himself.

On the official road shrouded by the rain curtain in the distance, there were several young people wearing white shirts, taking advantage of small umbrellas, talking and laughing in the direction of Xunyang City, many people still had sword scabbards hanging on their waists, and those sword blades were all gathered in the scabbards.

Li Molan took the thousand-year-old wooden sword from his waist.

Then the young man held an umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, slipped off the back of the ox and stood in the middle of the official road.

Looking at the young people who had not yet noticed not far away, Li Molan narrowed her eyes.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.