Forty-nine days later, the formation puppet Xiaocheng, Xiao Cong installed it on the nine twenty-nine sword sealing mountain arrays, and then added a spirit formation to it, so that the nine mountain sealing arrays can run day and night, even if Xiao Cong is not there, it can also play a little pretentious role, the first battle forty-nine days ago caused a lot of sensation in the holy city, Xiao Cong became famous in the holy city for a while, overnight, more than 400 high-level monks in the holy city evaporated like a human being, people talked about it, although it was full of some rumors, but there were some credible things among them, at least the four major families know from these "three people into tigers" talk - this operation was premeditated by the other party, because the more than four times the monks who were killed lived like normal people on weekdays, and did not gather in one place, it is obvious that these people were lurking early, but how many people are still hiding in the market, waiting for an opportunity to move, it is unknown.

According to Yu Xing Guanghao's previous agreement, as soon as the matter of sealing the mountain array was completed, Xiao Cong and Ouyang Xun quickly boarded the journey to the turtle mansion, in order not to attract people's eyes and ears, and in order to keep the mountain formation as it should be, Xing Guanghao let Xiao Cong and Ouyang Xun travel secretly and disguise themselves without anyone to protect them, although this made the two of them have some worries about safety, but it did make the two of them happy, because they could finally play uncontrollably.

.........

"Satoshi, how is my outfit?"

Along the way, Xiao Cong's head was almost blown up by Ouyang Xun, Ouyang Xun is a chatterbox, asking questions and chattering along the way, the most frequent of which is this sentence - "Xiao Cong, how is my outfit?"

Pulling east, west, Ouyang Xun kept looking at his clothes from top to bottom, at this time he was no longer the same as before, he was dressed in gray-brown coarse linen clothes, with a dirty strip of cloth tied around his waist, and a tattered dogskin hat on his head, like a horseman driving a car. Of course, Xiao Cong's image is no better at this time, a gray cloth robe is draped, tattered, full of patches, his messy hair is tied up casually by a hemp rope, unkempt, and the straw sandals on his feet are even more miserable, at this time he is like a poor little beggar.

Of course, under the care of the "Master of Disguise" Xingliuyun, the appearance of the two has changed greatly, for some reason, Xingliuyun will make Xiao Cong's face easy to crooked melons and cracked dates, which is very difficult to see, and his beautiful words say: People are more safe to be ugly. For this reason, Xiao Cong has been sullen - could it be that he was jealous of Xingliuyun because he was too good-looking?

For Ouyang Xun, the change of appearance can be regarded as a catastrophe in his life.

On the day of the change, Ouyang Xun's painful ghost cried wolf, like killing a pig for nearly half an hour, just after the change, he didn't do it, his son Ouyang Aotian was angry, and his teeth were bitten and creaked, so in a fit of anger, he casually used a trick to fix his body, and then sealed Ouyang Xun's dumb acupoint, and threw it aside to let Xingliuyun "slaughter", this is actually a very simple thing, as long as Ouyang Xun is hypnotized, everything will be basically fine, but no!

"This rebel, Lao Tzu has to treat him well this time, give this unsuccessful thing a healthy seedling, Liuyun, let go of my hand and say hello!"

Afterwards, Xingliuyun chewed Ouyang Xun's tongue in front of Xiao Cong with a gloating face, and he said to Xiao Cong with a wonderful smile:

"Xiao Cong, you don't know, Ouyang Xun's cat's urine was full of two large wooden basins, and the wooden basins were specially prepared for him in advance. ”

.........

In the early winter, the cold is very strong, everything is dry, and from time to time a slightly decaying leaf will fall from the forest, occasionally falling on the shoulders of the two people.

The greenery faded, and the dead leaves under his feet rustled on it, and spread all over the ground, until it stretched to an unknown place, as if he was telling an incomprehensible heartfelt feeling.

"Alas, this winter, this wind, this lonely forest, this son can't help but want to write a poem!"

Ouyang Xun touched the scene on the side, expressing his heart in vain, Xiao Cong walked forward unhurriedly, his eyes looked ahead casually, and pretended not to hear Ouyang Xun's words.

"Winter is sad, bad luck is urging, watching birds fly in the deciduous forest, heroes have fallen into short-lived ghosts, coarse linen shirts have a decadent face, Xingliuyun, you bastard!"

"What kind of bullshit poetry is this...... Xiao Cong slandered in his heart, glanced at Ouyang Xun lightly, and still pretended not to hear anything.

Ouyang Xun, who was immersed in endless poetry, did not notice the strangeness in Xiao Cong's eyes, but only intensified his words.

"Cramping and peeling the skin and removing the bones, put it in the water to boil the meat, its taste is more fragrant than dog meat, the gods are crazy when they smell it, Xingliuyun, good skin, hanging on the door can prevent wolves, you say how strong you are!"

Xiao Cong couldn't smile bitterly, how much resentment Ouyang Xun had for Xingliuyun, he could make up such an unbearable insult in his mouth, helplessly, Xiao Cong had to use a little trick to block his ears.

Walking through a village, bypassing a village, the sky is dark again, and in early winter, the sky seems to transition directly from noon to evening.

The deep sky is bright and moonlight, the stars are dotted, and in the forest under the moon, Xiao Cong and Ouyang Xun sit opposite each other next to a bonfire, and the bonfire is not because the two are afraid of the cold, nor are they afraid of the dark, but they feel that in this forest night in early winter, if they don't light a bonfire to come out, it really hurts the atmosphere, of course, this bonfire also has an important role - used to roast the hare that has just been hit.

The two skinned rabbits were pierced by a long sword, and they were roasted on the bonfire with golden butter, the sword was taken out by Ouyang Xun from the mustard, and the rabbit was also beaten by this girl when it was just dark, at this time this guy was tearing a rabbit leg, his fangs were exposed, and his mouth was full of oil, Xiao Cong sat opposite, hugging his knees and cheeks, drooping his eyelids, as if watching Ouyang Xun gobble up in a drowsy state.

Ouyang Xun chewed hard, but he didn't forget to judge his head,

"This hare is indeed delicious, but it is a little less frequent. ”

"Satoshi, are you really not coming?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a vegetarian ......"

"You people, why can't you think about it so much, no one should be bitter if you are suffering......"

Ouyang Xun said vaguely while tearing the rabbit breast in his hand vigorously.

For some reason, after listening to Ouyang Xun's words, Xiao Cong suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, his eyelids closed and opened again, the firelight was reflected in his dark pupils, showing a strange brilliance, he turned his head slowly, tilted his head and looked at Ouyang Xun who was feasting, Ouyang Xun just gnawed on the rabbit meat in his hand, still so unbearable, he turned his head again, put his chin back on his knees, and stared blankly at the constantly beating, light yellow flames.

"Maybe he has a point," Xiao Cong thought to himself, "just like Master, but now my state of mind is not up to that state." ”

The eyelashes shook slightly, the gap between the eyelids became smaller and smaller, and finally closed completely, and Xiao Cong fell asleep.