Walking forward along the Shinto Road, and then stepping on the mountain path to go down, his appearance naturally attracted the attention of some Dao disciples near the mountain path. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The female disciple who was always living in her own world on weekdays came over.

The Dao disciple who liked to sit cross-legged on the tree to practice was relieved from his sitting, and he also cast his gaze.

The female disciples who had been practicing swords in the snow forest all year round stopped the flickering sword light and quietly handed over their gaze.

Their eyes were full of curiosity, but Li Molan didn't give them a chance to talk, and walked forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye, walking down the mountain.

Some people watched his back from a distance between the mountains and forests, such as Zi Xiaoxiao, Sun Baichuan, and Wang He Wushuang.

It's just that no one really stepped forward to say a word.

It was dusk, and in the dim daylight, above the clouds, was a golden-red sunset.

Li Molan looked at the glow and unconsciously walked to the foot of the mountain.

In front of the east gate of Lin'an City in the backyard of the Enlightenment Academy, those Daomen disciples who were guarding this place recognized him, and they were surprised and hurriedly opened the side door.

Li Molan calmly walked through the long doorway, watching the dark yellow dots continue to enlarge in front of his eyes, and then envelop him, and then look around, it is still the familiar scene of the backyard of the Enlightenment Academy.

He walked through the backyard towards the gate of the Enlightenment Academy, there was no sadness or joy, there were some students of the Enlightenment Academy passing by from time to time, most of them were smiling and talking about something, and occasionally there were students who were reading hard with books in their hands, meditating and thinking, and no one noticed him.

So he came to the outside of the temple of enlightenment.

When he appeared, there was a slight movement on Yichang Street.

There was a carriage that drove past an old man in a dangerous way, and then almost collided with another chariot; the boss of the grocery store was suddenly kicked out by the proprietress of the proprietor, and it seemed that he had been discovered about going to the Qinglou; the old man's business of buying sugar gourds suddenly became booming, and several high-rollers of the rivers and lakes actually patronized them, saying that they wanted to buy these sugar gourds for their children.

The combination of one after another worthless side trivialities gives people a feeling that the moment he stepped out of the gate of the Enlightenment Academy, Yichang Street suddenly became lively for a few points, and then quickly returned to calm.

Li Molan felt the gaze, felt the gaze of those who had been here for several days, he didn't know which forces' secret sentinels were staring at him, and he didn't know if those suddenly lively moments had some meaning.

But he didn't care.

Before the people of Emperor Zizhai could get here, he wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but of course the others did not want him to escape.

That's why there are so many eyes looking at themselves.

Li Molan knew that it would be difficult to slip away from under the noses of these people, but he had no other choice.

He looked at the noisy Yichang Street, looked at the black stone bricks paved on the ground, and walked towards Chengnan Street.

His pace was slow, as if intentionally, and the gazes that came from all directions followed him nervously, accompanied by some vague cursing sounds.

When night fell, he finally returned to the No. 12 courtyard in Wutong Lane.

The neighborhood is much quieter today than in the past, the familiar old man on the road is gone, and the restaurant he frequents is closed.

When I opened the courtyard door, I found that even the peach blossom branch that poked from the yard next door had been cut.

He walked into the room with a blank face, and noticed that the books on the desk had obvious traces of being turned over, and it was obvious that the intruders had been a little unscrupulous when they were flipping through them, and they were not even willing to cover them up.

Twisting a brush, he opened the book of "Demon Gods" written by himself, and then on the cover of the first page, the iron drew silver hooks, leaving a few words.

If that girl comes back, she should be able to see her instructions.

Thinking so, he looked back at the moonlight outside.

The moonlight of the autumn night fell on the courtyard, like silver frost, and the air was so quiet that even the barking of chickens and dogs was hidden.

He closed the "Demon God", and then without looking at the piles of sage books, he took a bath in the courtyard with a few large basins of water, and changed into a clean and tidy cyan robe by the way.

Looking at the same Tsing Yi in the wardrobe, he realized that he seemed to subconsciously like the blue clothes, but the cultivators on the rivers and lakes often follow the trend, when the white-clothed Qiu Mingshan senior brother was a blockbuster, there were many white-clothed scholars in the cultivation world to pick up the pen and go to the rivers and lakes, and later Emperor Zizhai's Jun Buxie took the brunt of the dragon's eye realm, and the people in the rivers and lakes began to like to wear black clothes and carry black guns, although this is not the general trend, but it is indeed leading the trend, now Li Molan looked at his cabinet full of cyan clothes, and suddenly had the idea of making the world full of Tsing Yi people, and then it was dispelled。

The silver tickets pressed under the books in the drawer were fortunately not taken by anyone, which made Li Molan feel that the spies of these other forces were indeed excellent in their own quality, and then quickly stuffed the thousands of taels of silver tickets into his arms, and by the way, he did not forget the hosta that was brought out from the snow field and entrusted with the obsession of the old thief surnamed Han, and hid it in his arms.

Then he took his sword in his green clothes and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Li Molan left Wutong Lane, where he had lived for many days, and walked along Chengnan Street towards the south gate of Lin'an City.

The closing time of Lin'an City is the time of the day, according to the previous life, it should be around eight o'clock in the evening, Li Molan estimated that the time was about the same, and soon came to the city gate.

Some sergeants were chatting, and there were many fewer people coming in and out of Lin'an City at this point in time, and Li Molan's appearance attracted their attention.

"Hurry up, boy, it's almost time, don't blame us for being unreasonable. A sergeant saw Li Molan standing still in front of the doorway of the side door, and couldn't help urging.

Li Molan smiled and said, "Big brothers, don't worry, I'm going to get stuck and get out." ”

The sergeant wondered, "Why is that?"

Li Molan shook her head mysteriously.

The time has come.

Li Molan finally stepped on the moonlight and walked to the other end of the doorway, then turned around and waved to the sergeants who were closing the door.

At the same time, he was also waving to the eyeliners of the other forces who had not yet had time to leave the city.

You just stay in Lin'an City honestly and wait for the city gate to open again tomorrow.

Looking at the surprised expressions of those eyeliner, his smile was extremely bright, but it quickly retracted.

Although these eyeliners were cut off by him, of course, his location could not be kept secret.

There are many towns outside Lin'an, and even if you are careful to avoid them, it will be difficult to hide your whereabouts.

Moreover...... Trouble is already waiting outside.

He turned his head to look at the crowd standing on the other side of the road in the night.

His expression was slightly solemn.

It's not just that group of people who are in trouble.

In the surrounding wilderness, among the mountains and forests, there were some figures of all kinds.

These people are all cultivators.

They may come from different forces, but they all have the same purpose, some want their own lives, some want their own swords, and his only choice now is to kill, or die.

The strength of these people varies, but the weakest is also the three realms, and the strongest among them gives Li Molan no less than the sense of strength that Lu Yu, the third disciple of Qiu Mingshan, brought to him.

The night wind blew the dead leaves in the mountains and forests, and a few fallen leaves swirled and fell in the center of the official road, and then they were torn apart by the surging and sharp aura and sword intent.

The crowd in front of them slowly parted, and a middle-aged man walked out and looked at Li Molan coldly.

He is the sect master of the Golden Pattern Sect, his strength is in the middle of the Dragon's Eye Realm, he has been immersed in this realm for many years, he is a powerful cultivator, not only has an absolute advantage in the realm, but also the Golden Pattern Sect's peerless learning is also a secret technique that has been passed down for thousands of years, and has a powerful power to turn the tide.

The Golden Pattern Sect is in a very remote place in Beihai, and it can only be regarded as a third-rate sect, a small sect that is not very famous, but even so, when the Golden Pattern Sect Master knew the whereabouts of the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant, he also rushed over non-stop.

The Sect Master of the Golden Pattern Sect looked at Li Molan and said coldly, "Today is your death date. ”

Li Molan shrugged her shoulders, noncommittal, and did not respond, as if she was very dismissive.

The coldness in the eyes of the Sect Master of the Golden Pattern Sect became even stronger, and Sen Ran said: "Kujiu Shi killed my son, I have no way to seek revenge from him, not to mention that he is already dead, but I can seek revenge from you, this is the revenge of killing your son, even if you are just a junior, I can't let you go." ”

There are many cultivators who have killed dry wine poems in his life, and I am afraid that the matter of the young master of the Golden Pattern Sect will be forgotten in a few days after the dry old man kills people, so how could he mention it to Li Molan, so he didn't know the cause and effect, and was silent.

The middle-aged man's Taoist clothes were stained with a lot of dust, and he looked dusty, but in fact, he did come all the way without stopping.

When he learned that the dry wine poem was dead, and the disciple was in Lin'an City, he was drinking with Taoist friends in his own sect, and immediately dropped the wine glass in his hand after learning about it, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes, and he didn't even have time to explain and left in a hurry, leading his beloved horse to run thousands of miles in the direction of Lin'an City, when the sweat and blood BMW that he was careful to care for on the road on weekdays, he didn't react, and he bought a new one at the post house, still fast horses, still non-stop, tired along the way I don't know how many good horses of good quality, only today I finally crossed the Beihai to the city gate of Lin'an City, and finally saw the enemy's disciple.

At this moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings, the sadness and sorrow for his dead son, the bitter wine poem and Li Molan's resentment and hatred all poured out, and his face was distorted like a ghost.

The whole of the Golden Pattern Sect knows how much this sect master dotes on his son, the young master was raped and plundered under the mountain, how many women from good families were ruined, the sect master turned a blind eye, and then the young sect master was killed by the old sword fairy in the wilderness, and when he died, he still maintained an ugly posture in disheveled clothes, which can be said to be heinous, but after all, this is the revenge of killing his son, of course the sect master of the Golden Pattern Sect knows how many ridiculous things his son has done wrong, but this is his son, whoever dares to touch his son will die, where does it matter what is right or wrongHurting my son is the biggest mistake in the world!

The Sect Master of the Golden Pattern Sect looked at Li Molan and gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand trembled.

It was a kind of tension and excitement of revenge, and a sense of relief. (To be continued.) )