Liuyun Xiaoyi is close to Songzhou, and it is also a place where many merchants and travelers from the north and south will pass through. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At least from the outside, Liuyun Xiaoyi is a very prosperous town, and there are many pedestrians in the town, all of whom are some high-rollers.

There are drinkers laughing loudly in the tavern, storytellers laughing and scolding in the teahouse, and some women who are engaged in the leather and meat business haunt the streets of the city, using their old and sophisticated eyes to find the customers who are easy to attract in the endless stream of pedestrians.

When they arrived at the gate of the town, Lao Qingniu and Li Molan parted very tacitly.

Lao Qingniu didn't like noisy places, especially towns, and Li Molan didn't want to provoke too many strange eyes, so they separated as usual.

The dragon elephant sword was still hanging on the horns of the old green cow, and Li Molan just walked towards Liuyun Xiaoyi with a wooden sword on his shoulder.

The weather is very cold, after all, it is winter, and most people are wearing thicker cotton clothes.

Wealthy people wear fur, like mink coats or something.

Li Molan doesn't have that spare money, and her excellent physique is not as afraid of the cold as ordinary people, so she is just going to find a tailor to make a well-fitting scholar's clothes.

Some buildings have occasional frost on the windowsills, and the temperature is indeed a little cold.

In such a cold season, there is actually a teenager wearing a thin coarse cloth coat, which is naturally quite eye-catching.

Li Molan also knew that she seemed to be a little outstanding, quickened her pace, inquired about the townspeople, and then walked through the winding alleys to a tailor's shop, and found an old tailor to make clothes.

Naturally, it is not the first time that the old tailor of the scholar's long shirt has done it, but Li Molan is not an ordinary scholar, at least he has a lot of unique opinions about these clothes in his head.

This trip to Lin'an City is to prepare to pass the assessment and worship the Daomen, of course, you have to dress brightly - at least a little differently.

Li Molan recalled many fashionable clothing styles in her memory, and then asked the tailor to make some changes to the cheongsam according to her own aesthetics.

It was the first time that the old tailor had met such a strange guest who demanded so much, and the most surprising thing was that the other party was still a teenager.

It was only at the end that the old tailor realized at once how outstanding the boy's unique design was.

Although it is still a book shirt and a cyan fabric, there are a lot of additional additions to the requirements of the teenagers, which makes the shape quite good-looking.

Li Molan was very satisfied, and immediately changed his clothes, coupled with his already excellent appearance, he looked quite handsome.

The old tailor was amazed by the design of this style of clothing, and was ready to carry forward this style of clothing, Li Molan was also very satisfied with the payment and walked out.

The scholar was carrying a wooden sword in a green shirt, and Li Molan was walking on the street.

Suddenly felt that the sky was slightly cold, so he casually walked around the streets of Liuyun Xiaoyi and found an inn to solve dinner.

On the second day, we continued our journey.

The next morning.

The misty light of the sky shook off the stone pavement, and the buildings on either side were covered with a thin layer of frost.

In winter, although it has not snowed yet, the temperature in the early morning is indeed frighteningly low, and occasionally the old people who get up early are wrapped in thick cotton clothes.

Out of Liuyun Xiaoyi, Lao Qingniu was waiting for him on the side of the road as expected.

The dragon-like sword wrapped in cloth swayed from side to side on the horns, crumbling.

The young man carried a sword in a green shirt and rode a bull.

The grass on both sides of the road was covered with a faint frost and snow, straight to the sky, and looked like a sharp sword.

After walking for most of the day, it is another mountain forest at this moment.

Some of the plants along the road have completely withered, leaving dry branches to wait for the next year's withering.

There are also some evergreen plants that are still green, but the color is deeper, almost black, like congealed blood.

Li Molan rode on the back of the ox, looking at these dark plants and trees like black blood, and felt that something was wrong.

The old green cow had already noticed something strange before him, turned around, and walked towards the mountain forest on the right.

According to some information I heard during the restaurant meal, there should be a village nearby.

If nothing else, the aura he felt would probably be folded together with the direction of the village.

The bush blocking the road in front of it was roughly pushed open by the old green ox, its pace was much faster than before, and Li Molan's eyes were much sharper than before.

After a while, they came to a village.

Li Molan's brows furrowed, and she twisted into Sichuan characters.

The old green cow was also in a bad mood, and let out some low roars with threats.

Because the picture here is really bad.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, it seemed that they were local villagers, wearing cotton clothes, their bodies had been cut into several pieces, and their internal organs and blood were mixed together and coagulated, turning into a black and slimy substance.

The thatched huts and wooden huts in the distance, as well as the sturdy stone houses made of brick and stone, looked quiet, eerily quiet.

Li Molan jumped down from the cow's back and said, "Xiaoqing, you wait for me." ”

Then he continued his way into the village.

Along the way, it was silent, and it was too quiet.

Li Molan looked at the coagulated blood stains on the left and right sides of the village road, and the broken limbs that may have loomed from the grass in the distance, and her mood was extremely bad.

Unless it is a psychopathic person, ordinary people can't help but feel bad when they see a dead person, even if they are not shocked by the changes.

The same goes for Li Molan.

This should be just an ordinary small mountain village, how could such a tragedy happen? Did you encounter robbers?

No, there are countless robbers in the reckless rivers and lakes, but most of the robbers will only extort money, and will not slaughter a village for money, which is really not in line with the style of most robbers.

Li Molan thought quietly, her steps calm, and she walked past a corpse lying in the middle of the road.

It was the corpse of an ordinary villager, a young man of about thirty years old, wearing a cotton coat, and the wound on his body continued to divide his whole body into two from the bottom left to the top.

The blood coagulated into a clot due to the cold weather, and it took on a deep black color.

The corpse's expression was a little frightened and fearful, and its eyes widened, as if it had seen something terrible or terrifying, such as a terrible beast, and...... Ascetic.

Li Molan paused, was silent, and closed the eyes of this corpse, which can be regarded as keeping the villagers from dying.

Many of the doors were open, but there was no sign of someone rummaging through them, and even if there were some traces of mess, it could be concluded that the deceased inside the house or outside the house had messed with it himself.

In this way, the murderer is not for money or anything like that, but in fact, if he really wants money, how can he slaughter such a small mountain village that you can know at first glance that it is very poor?

Moreover, the feeling of the change of heaven and earth...... It's very reminiscent of a monk.

Li Molan's eyes flashed with some murderous intent.

For whatever reason, the slaughter of unarmed ordinary people by a cultivator is a capital crime in his eyes.

He continued to walk forward, and the feeling of the change of heaven and earth's qi became more and more intense.

Mottled blood stains appeared on the ground and on the earthen walls of the house, and even the corpses of children began to be found by him one after another.

turned a corner and came to an open field, where some people were talking, divided into two rows and facing each other, and Li Molan was surprised to find that they seemed to be acquaintances.

"Childe, you can't beat it, if you can't beat it, should I run first?"

"Huang Li'er, your son-in-law, I am handsome and dashing, what are these cultivators, look at me to solve them with a few swords!"

"But if you can beat it, why didn't you clean them up early in the morning, but you didn't dare to do it first until now?"

"What do you know? I'm showing weakness to the enemy, and then taking advantage of his unpreparedness......

"Come on, there are two immortals on the other side, how can it be as simple as you said, but if you can't beat it, we can't run away." ”

"Don't worry, I will protect you with this life!"

"Don't say pretty things, Childe, who am I going to serve when you die?"

There were a total of five people in the open space, and with the conversation she heard, Li Molan saw the white-clothed boy Ram Yuliu that he had seen in Huaihua Village five years ago, and his maid Huang Li'er.

The ram Yuliu is still the image of the white-clothed and white-fanned son, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, relying on this excellent eyebrow is enough to attract the favor of most of the Huaichun girls.

It's just that at this moment, his clothes are stained with some wind and dust, and he is a little embarrassed, and he is holding the white iron fan, and he is confronting the two cultivators.

And behind him, the little maid Huang Li'er has not changed much, she has not grown taller, her face should be more beautiful, and she is protecting a pretty woman with tears on her face with a frightened face, and her expression is a little uneasy.

The two cultivators on the opposite side were dressed in green shirts and holding long swords, their expressions were gloomy and cold, and there was cruelty in their eyes.

Looking at the bloodstains on the swords of these two cultivators, as well as the slightly solemn expression of the white-clothed male ram Yuliu, Li Molan had already distinguished who everything in the village came from.

Besides, the situation on the ram Yuliu side should be a little bad now.

So, he felt that it was time for him to do it too.