(Today a normal more + a short more)

The deputy of the team crawled and fled into Qingjiang City, I don't know if it was out of fear or exhaustion, his tongue kept trembling, and the sentence "Cloud Tree Demon" read back and forth with a small half-salary. Ma Rulong couldn't see the cowardly soldier, and when he couldn't ask anything new for a while, he hastily sent him away.

But just the word "Cloud Tree Demon" is enough for Xiao Qingjiang to be desperate.

The length of the cloud tree is tens of zhang, and the height is more than 100 zhang. The canopy of the trees is luxuriant and covers the sky and the sun, and the thick vines contain the power of ten thousand jun when they are flicked, and they can open the mountains and tear the soil at will, which is a sharp weapon for demon beasts to break the city. It's just that raising a cloud tree demon that has become a climate can easily be hundreds of years or thousands of years, so even when the demon beast is at its peak, it can't find a few cloud trees in the vast eastern realm; Therefore, the precedent of controlling the Cloud Tree Demon to attack the city has never happened in history.

But the terrifying thing about the cloud tree is not in itself, but that it is the big chariot of the demon saint purple sparrow.

Perhaps, the Demon Saint Purple Sparrow is resting in the depths of the cloud tree demon branch at this time!

Among the four saints, the purple sparrow is the most mysterious, and it has only been carried twice in 10,000 years. The first time is that the ancestors of the people under the Baishou Mountain fought against the four saints, and the second time is when Beidi Qiaoli Mu broke into the fog pool alone, the purple bird and the golden dragon joined forces to meet the enemy, and there is no other record, only countless rumors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

It is rumored that the feet of the purple finch are not stained with mortal dust, and they are not cloudy and inhabitant.

It is rumored that when the purple finch appeared, it was ten miles of grass, and a hundred miles of fire burned the clouds.

It is rumored that the purple bird is the honor of the four saints, and with a flap of its wings, it can cross the nine heavens and enter the heavenly palace to drink with the gods

If the purple bird comes in person, Qingjiang will have a hundred horses, and a thousand horses like dragons will not be able to help. Ma Rulong was flustered in his heart, and he didn't dare to delay and hurriedly went to tell Ma Kuo.

Ma Kuo sat on his head and said: Qingjiang Town, if Xuanhu comes in person, there is a bit of origin, how can the big Buddha of Zique come to my Qingjiang small temple. It's impossible, it's impossible, be relieved like a dragon, if the purple bird is born, it should go to Beidi Wujiang, Xiqi Daocheng, and Mocheng in the Central Plains, how will it not be our turn here. Probably not

The last sentence was only heard by Ma Ko. Speak but move your tongue, if you can save worry, try to save snacks, anyway, the Ma brothers, as a town guard, have only one way to live and die with Qingjiang, if Zique really comes, they have to honestly donate their lives to die in the city.

Ma Kuo flashed his mind and hurriedly added: It is recorded in the ancient scriptures that whenever the purple finch appears, it will be accompanied by burning clouds within a radius of 100 miles

Ma Rulong slandered in his heart: Second brother, if you say one more word of 'impossible', I will believe you, and you will believe you.

If Ma Kuo was not in a hurry to explain, Ma Rulong would have been more relieved, but Ma Kuo couldn't stop digging for clues to prove that Zique would not come to offend, which happened to reveal the bottom of his heart. Ma Rulong understands that throughout the ages, only a few people who are qualified to fight with the Four Saints, such as the Human Ancestor, the Great Grandmaster Wang Shouren, and the Martial Saint Qiao Limu, all of whom are great people who have become gods and saints, which can be compared to us ordinary people. In front of Zique, it is true that he can't expect the second brother to be timid in everything.

I can't think of any good plan to sit down, so it's better to send more people to monitor and be pragmatic. Ma Rulong said goodbye to Ma Kuo, and scattered more than 100 horses out of the city to explore.

Ma Kuo's mind in the house is much more complicated than Ma Rulong's. And unlike Ma Rulong's belief in "reason", Ma Kuo also believes in "intuition". A thought had been waking his mind lately, since that strange snow in September, Qingjiang seemed to be the beginning of a huge event, and there were several forces mixed in the small city, and any one of them was far stronger than his own. Maybe in their eyes, the grudge between themselves and Li Geshu is as superficial and ridiculous as a clown. The reason why I didn't come to pierce it was because I didn't even have the qualifications to know their names.

The snow falls on the Qingjiang River, and the white horse besieges the city?

I don't know where this idea came from, and I can't even find any evidence, but a sharp point pops up from time to time in the sea of Ma Kuo's knowledge. Ma Kuo's cultivation has reached the peak of the second phase, and he can almost peek into the mystery of the refining realm by chance. But because of the difference, his "sense of fate" has not been formed, and he can only guess based on these sporadic inspirations.

And Li Geshu has already taken that step, and the warning of the dark tide in the sea is more clear, so he is more low-key than Ma Kuo, and he is also better at forbearance, and since Qiuxue, he has firmly restrained the Li clan from clashing with the Ma family. He was waiting for the dark tide to surface or stay away from Qingjiang, and that was the time to decide the winner, and even if there were any gains and losses between Li and Ma before that, it would be impossible to count them.

It's just that providence makes people, and the factors that make them uneasy are actually in front of them, but they still can't see the strangeness. What's even more ironic is that outsiders don't know their identities, but the undercurrent itself doesn't know the destiny he carries.

Li Wei sneezed repeatedly, as if choked by the dust on the old book.