Song Chi scurried through the woods, his hands covering his chest, and a little dark red blood oozed from between his fingers. From time to time, thorns poked out of the path, cutting through his clothes, and a long sword wrapped in black cloth on his back, out of place with his white clothes.

"Tsk", he turned around and glanced at it, and then quickened his pace, but his physical strength was exhausted, and his pace gradually swayed. Several knives poked out of his hands and shot out in all directions.

"Song Chi, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, stole my treasure of Shushan, do you still have to resist?"

Song Chi did not reply, but accelerated the speed of his speed. Suddenly, the golden veins flashed under his feet, and Song Chi didn't dare to move anymore, turned around, and looked at the shadows in the forest.

Song Chi was about to speak, when a cyan flying sword pierced his chest, making him angry on the spot. A white-robed man walked out of the shadows, and the knife thrown by Song Chi was floating beside him.

The man slowly came to Song Chi's corpse and took off the long sword on his back. Just as he was about to leave, a letter sandwiched between Song Chi's clothes caught his attention.

Just as he was about to reach for it, a drop of liquid fell onto the letter paper and quickly smeared. The man looked up, and after the moon disappeared into the clouds, the branches and leaves of the pavilion tree poles were connected, making the night even thicker. Because it was against the light, the man only saw a bright red hem and a pair of clean black boots. The man took a few steps back vigilantly and summoned the fairy sword.

"Bang!" An object rolled at the man's feet, and the man looked at it as a delicate flask with liquor flowing from it.

"Heh......" The man in the tree chuckled, clapped his hands, and jumped down from the tree, his sleeves fluttering like a butterfly about to fly. The man's pupils narrowed, staring at the red rope around the man's neck that looked like runes. Spit out four words in horror: "Half monk, Xuanse ......"

The man was on the ground, and the red robe was outlined with gold threads, and the placket was half open, revealing a white chest and delicate collarbones. The enchanting red rope was wrapped around the snow-white neck, and the red lips were slightly raised, devouring a smile that was not there. It is chilling to the bones, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a pair of sword eyebrows that go straight into the sideburns, giving people a sense of oppression, but it is only half of the hair - like a half-shaved monk, only half of the scattered black hair is flying.

The man made up his mind, "Xuanxi Shadow Man, what are you doing when you punish the Son of Heaven and destroy the monks?" ”

The man who was called to the dark color ruffled half of his long hair, and a slender hand played with a plain flute decorated with red spikes. The tone is lazy, but with coldness: "When I see the sandpiper and the clam fighting, I come to reap the benefits of the fisherman." With a wave of his hand, the long sword wrapped in black cloth in the man's hand reached Xuanse's hand. Xuan Se untied the cloth, revealing a sword scabbard carved with rare treasures, and some arcane runes were engraved on the hilt, Xuan Se frowned, and pulled out the sword a little, and the sharp sword body reflected his cold face.

Xuan Se withdrew the sword and threw the black cloth aside, "I really don't know what to do with these scrap iron, it is better to let me take back the axe that was used to chop wood for my family." ”

At that time, the Xuanxi Shadow Man killed the Son of Heaven and hid in the temple, wanting to hide as a monk. Half of the hair was shaved, crazy hair, the monk was destroyed, and the rivers and lakes offered a heavy reward for his head, but no one dared to approach him, and people sent half a monk to be falsely called.

When the man saw that the treasure was taken away, he was a little flustered, but he couldn't take it forcibly. Xuan Se said: "Today is just a casual walk, don't kill, you can go." The man hesitated, and if he returned safely, the people in the sect would say that he had embezzled the treasure and that it would be difficult to explain. Xuan Se suddenly patted his forehead with an epiphany, "By the way, isn't this intentional to embarrass you, then ...... I'll give you a ride", "As soon as the word "that" came out, a short sword sank into the man's heart.

Seeing the person falling, Xuan Se clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Come out." ”

Out of the darkness ran out a little boy about five or six years old, carved in pink and jade hooked Xuanse's ring finger, Xuanse pulled out his hand and rubbed his soft hair, "Let's go." ”

The boy looked back at Song Chi's corpse and muttered, "Daddy......" Xuan Se followed his gaze, saw the envelope that had not yet been opened, and took out the fire fold and threw it at the previous wine jug, and in an instant, the flames flared up, and the envelope gradually turned into ashes.

Xuan Se took the little boy's fleshy hand and left without looking back.

Brother Song, let's go.