Holding the red clothes in his arms, the young man lifted the dragon elephant sword that fell into the muddy water, and clutched it in his hand together with the broken red rope, clenched it hard, and gathered the sorrow in his heart little by little, except for the tears that could quietly flow out through the rain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The old green cow called in a low voice.

There was a scream.

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Li Molan sat on the back of the old green cow, holding the red coat in her hand, and the old green cow took the old sword fairy into the mountain first, and buried Tang Xi's body in the forest where she most often went to practice swords in the kapok forest that covered the mountains. The forest is a kapok forest, and it is the season of spring, and the fiery kapok blooms in the drizzle, which reminds the boy of the picture of the two meeting in the forest five years ago, when the mountain flowers are also red.

At that time, Tang Xi was only fourteen years old, and he was only four years old at that time, and the girl carried a sword and posed with a flower shelf and looked at the boy who broke into the forest in embarrassment, can you forget this scene?

Of course, I can't forget that.

When she left Kapok Town three years ago, Tang Xi, who could barely be called a big girl, was wearing a bright red dress, looking at the sword from afar, and sending herself away with her eyes.

Of course, I can't forget that.

"Sister Tang Xi, I will bury you under your favorite kapok, you shouldn't be angry. Li Molan muttered to herself, her vision blurred by the rain flowing over her eyes.

"Qingcheng faction. The boy's mouth repeated these three words.

"Qingcheng faction. ”

As if he had caught something, Li Molan's eyes, which were almost dead, showed unprecedented killing intent.

He has never experienced this kind of emotion, perhaps because he has never experienced such piercing grief since he was a child and even in his previous life, it is difficult for him to imagine that people in the world can really be so evil, this kind of point that makes him want to eat his flesh and drink his blood, maybe because those tragedies have never happened to him, so at the moment of real experience, the killing intent in his heart could not be stopped, and then like ordinary people, he began to be full of hatred.

"Qingcheng faction!" he suddenly let out a roar, a shrill cry like the kind of scream a woman makes when she spills, piercing the eardrums.

His sudden action was a little sudden, Lao Qingniu didn't react, he was startled at first, and then when he heard these three words, he vaguely guessed that there was probably a direct connection with Tang Xi's death, so he also roared.

The roar of the ox is accompanied by the roar of the man, one after another.

"Qingcheng faction!" The voice changed from sharp to hoarse, probably because the roar was too long for the throat to bear, and the faint smell of blood emanated from the throat.

The roar of the ox was still endless, and the human voice and the roar of the ox echoed together in the drizzling mountain forest, overshadowing the sound of the sassy rain, but it was drowned out by the rumbling thunder that followed.

"Xiaoqing, you see, God is helping us shout. Li Molan turned around with a miserable smile, looked at the old green cow, listened to the dull thunder in the sky, and said softly.

The old green cow was silent, then lowered his head and gently arched the young man's shoulders.

"Sister Tang Xi, let's go...... Don't worry, wait for me for another three years, and I will definitely avenge you. Li Molan suddenly turned around again and said to the kapok tree where the woman's body was buried under the tree.

Then he tied the broken red rope, re-tied the dragon elephant sword to his waist, and said to himself: "Next time, let's change a stronger thread, it's not good to break it if it's too thin." ”

After doing all this, he said to Lao Qingniu again: "Let's go, Xiaoqing, let's go to Xunyang City, I haven't picked up the book I left in the bookstore yet." ”

The old green cow looked at him worriedly, but he couldn't comfort him, just roared softly, and then was led by the young man and walked out of the mountain.

The rain continued.

The spring rain dripped down the leaves in the forest, and it was crackling.

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Li Molan walked on the official road and walked towards Xunyang City.

The old green cow followed him, silent, and the air echoed in addition to the sound of rain, the sound of footsteps, and the sound of feet stepping into puddles on the official road and bursting out.

There is no one on the road, five hundred meters ahead, or five hundred meters back, you can't see the figure, in the distance is Xunyang City, which is silent in the rain, and the left and right sides are still empty ridges.

"Now, Xiaoqing......"

Li Molan suddenly spoke, a little like a murmur, "You say, after three years, my kendo cultivation will be completed, and it will be almost the time when the withered old man should really hand over the Dragon Elephant Sword to me, how should I kill it in order to have fun?"

The old green cow trembled for no reason, probably frightened by the inexplicable but incomparably cold killing intent in the young man's tone.

Li Molan has always been a boy who doesn't talk about the old ways and is warm-hearted, and he can be regarded as a close boy, not to mention that he also has a sweet mouth that can please the entire townspeople of Kapok Town, so far, he has never shown such an obvious and clear killing intent, and I don't know if it is because honest people are more terrible than anyone else when they are angry, this fairly gentle teenager will make people feel real horror and creepiness when he has hatred in his heart.

What's more, he still uses the word "fun".

Having fun killing?

The old green cow did not answer.

What's more, it's just an old cow, and it's not a real person, how can you answer?

Li Molan didn't seem to expect Lao Qingniu to answer his question, so he just said softly: "What kind of young master of the Qingcheng faction is that? damn it, damn it." Those accomplices, and the head of the Qingcheng faction, should be damned...... Forget it, if you kill all of them, you will have a bad reputation, and you will oppress mortals, and if you kill them, you will kill them, cultivators...... Hum...... Cultivators, cultivators can treat mortals as pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep? They can be bullied and mutilated at will? Heaven and earth creatures, not to mention the equality of all beings, all human beings, even if the cultivators call themselves immortals, are still human beings, but they do not have the slightest bit of human morality, then they are still human beings? I kill these cultivators as animals, why not?"

The old green cow called softly.

Continue to walk forward, and enter Xunyang City. The old green cow naturally will not follow into the city, although the sergeant at the entrance of the city has long been gone, and he doesn't know where to hide from the rain, Li Molan is really taking the cow into the city and it has nothing to do with it, but the old green cow obviously doesn't like this kind of city where people come and go, in the eyes of the old green cow, no matter how prosperous the big city is, it can't compare to the rain-stained mountains and forests in the countryside, so it turns around and leaves, it has a psychic temperament, and understands some strange methods that many ordinary people and animals don't understand, and it won't be lost, and when it comes out of the city and into the mountains, it will naturally come。

The old green cow is a real monster, maybe it's still some peerless demon.

At least that's what the boy with the sword on his shoulder thinks.

Re-entering Xunyang, but it is the north gate, and just entered Xunyang City when walking is diametrically opposite, although there is no city wall, but the feeling of entering the city is still there, looking at the surrounding tall and continuous buildings, Li Molan's heart is thinking about the direction of the bookstore where he went to buy books before.

Although Xunyang City is only a small city in the middle of nowhere, it is already a little big for a teenager, there are not many people on the street, it was still bustling when it rained half a day ago, there are vendors wandering on both sides of the road, now it seems to be empty and cold, occasionally people walk by, it is not Li Molan's soup chicken shape, but leisurely holding a floral oil paper umbrella, strolling in the rain, and often accompanied by beautiful women.

looks embarrassed, but in the end he is still a teenager less than ten years old, Li Molan doesn't think so, thinking about it, in the eyes of others, this soaked rain is probably deliberately made by this young man himself, and no one pays attention to it, but I can't remember where the bookstore is for a while, I don't have a clue, and my mood is not high, so I casually walked to a certain wine shop on the side and asked for a pot of rice wine.

Whether it is a wine shop or a teahouse not far away, it seems cold and uncrowded on this drizzly and wet day. After the shopkeeper took the jar of rice wine to this rare young drinker, he also stole a long time to be free, and he was a little curious about Li Molan's wet answer, but he didn't dare to ask.

Li Molan took the small bowl given by the shopkeeper and poured the rice wine into the bowl, obviously just a young man with a young face with a young face, but he gave birth to a melancholy temperament unique to literary and artistic youth.

If the girl called Tang Xi was here, she would definitely laugh at him for being the same as the little old man.

"At this time, it's time to drink. Li Molan sighed slightly, raised the bowl of wine in an old-fashioned manner, and took a big sip of it pretending to be fierce, and then was choked a little badly, coughed uncomfortably, and the originally pale face quickly began to turn red.

In the past, when he was in Kapok Town, he and Tang Xi drank sake, after all, the two of them were not very old at that time, and they didn't have such a good amount of alcohol to drink rice wine, and even now, the amount of alcohol of the young man has not improved much, but such a big pour, it is already a little unbearable.

Rice wine is much stronger than sake.

Li Molan sighed in her heart, then took a sip gently, still savoring it, and then secretly commented: "It's indeed better than sake." ”

It's just that I don't know whether the rice wine that the old man Li is used to drinking in Kapok Town is higher or lower than the rice wine in Xunyang City.

Huaihua wine is an incomparable elixir, and Li Molan has come out of the blue, it can be said that the Huaihua wine he brewed is the pinnacle of this Beihai, because it is difficult to guarantee that there are also Huaihua wine in Kyushu or other places in the Dao region, so I only mention this Beihai, he is the first person to make Huaihua wine, and rice wine is available in many places, and the taste is also different.

If she is in a bad mood, she actually has to take small sips when she drinks wine, how can this be regarded as an emotional vent? She is not tasting the acacia wine she has brewed! Li Molan's heart was overwhelmed, and she actually forgot the embarrassment of choking on the rice wine she had just choked, and suddenly picked up a small bowl and poured the rice wine into her mouth in a big gulp.

This picture is very similar to the way he and Tang Xi sat in a tavern in Kapok Town, sitting and drinking, laughing and talking about world affairs.

Li Molan's cheeks were slightly red, and he simply hugged the wine jar and drank, all the grievances and sorrows in his heart were vented with the wine in his stomach, and when he drank it dry and wiped it clean, and dropped the broken silver on the table, he was already full of wine.

"It's even more sad to drown your sorrow with wine...... Li Molan sighed and walked into the rain alone.

It's just that the young man is drunk and worried, and the wet clothes don't avoid people, and he walks in the rain.