"It's in this alley, just now the paper luan was sold out, that guy's name is Wang Hezi, just live here, we are old acquaintances, wait for Uncle Hui to ask him to pick the biggest and most beautiful kite for you......" Zhang Tu wanted to pull Han Ping'er's arm, but Han Ping'er was dexterously dodging.

"I'll go in by myself, you don't have to pull me." Han Ping'er walked into the alley quickly, Zhang Tuyin behind him smiled compassionately, took out a dark red dagger from the placket of his hand, and followed in stride, while the goatee looked left and right, and followed closely.

Their figures were soon completely enveloped in darkness......

……

"Little ghost, if you're smart, hand over the money on your body......"

"Have you heard of the Jiangzhou Twin Ghosts, we are the money gang, hand over the money and leave you a whole corpse!"

“……”

"Oh, the idea is tricky, get out of ......"

"Don't, don't come here......"

"Spare us ......"

"Ahh

Five minutes later, as the terrible sound in the alley became smaller and quieter, and gradually disappeared, Han Ping'er walked slowly out of the alley.

His body was clean and tidy, not stained with anything else, the bulging small satchel was still slung across his waist, and the Kunlun sword in his hand had turned bright red.

Kunlun sword, cut gold and jade, stain blood and change color!

Looking up at the setting sun, Han Ping'er sighed and said, "I have to go back and make peace with the third master, it seems that the beloved kite can't be bought." ”

Perhaps because it was close to evening, there were a lot fewer pedestrians in Jiangzhou City, and Han Ping'er was familiar with the road all the way, and soon came to the land temple agreed with the third master, but what made him strange was that there was no third master here.

In his field of vision, there was another person who had been thinking about it for a long time, the man who was selling paper luans near the Pingwei Dart Bureau at noon.

"Hey, paper seller!" Han Ping'er's eyes lit up and she shouted loudly.

Ding Mian didn't look back, and hurriedly ran towards the north.

"Hey!" Han Ping'er shouted again, and the strange thing was that Ding Mian not only didn't stop, but the speed was faster.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Han Ping'er was lucky with Jin Yangong, so he followed.

The two walked and chased, and after a while, they left the east gate of Jiangzhou City, traveled dozens of miles, and came to the depths of a dense forest outside the city.

"Little bunny, what are you doing!" Ding Mian suddenly stopped his figure, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Han Ping'er, who was like a dog skin plaster that was tightly entangled with him, his eyes were bloody!

"Where's your Dapeng paper luan? Sell me one! Han Ping'er took out a silver ingot from her satchel and said.

"Paper Luan? Hahahaha! Ding Mian laughed as if he had heard a big joke, took out an iron claw from his arms and put it on his left hand slowly, and said viciously: "Dapeng Paper Luan doesn't have it!" There is a pair of coffin papers! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode over, his claws swinging out.

"Uncle, I just want a Dapeng paper luan, why bother doing it?" Han Ping'er dodged, and the Kunlun sword slanted with the trend, leaving a sword mark on Ding Mian's cheek impartially.

With a click, a small piece of human skin mask fell to the ground, and Ding Mian's face was bleeding.

"Taiqing Sword Technique!" He hurriedly covered his cheek with his left hand, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

Where did this little doll come from, she is so powerful, she is in charge of the Songshan faction, although her martial arts are not as good as many old monsters who have been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes, but she is also a well-known figure, I didn't expect to plant a head in a little kid.

"Little ghost, who are you, who are you and who are the cripples of the Kunlun faction!"

"I'm ......" Han Ping'er was about to speak, when Ding Mian suddenly raised his right hand and threw out a flying arrow from his sleeve.

The long arrow pierced the sky and went straight to Han Ping'er's head.

Han Ping'er tilted his head and could dodge, but it was precisely taking advantage of this short gap that Ding Mian pounced in front of Han Ping'er like a tiger and slapped his palm extremely quickly.

The palm is fierce and full of strength, almost blocking all of Han Ping'er's retreats, and Han Ping'er, who is unavoidable, has to blast out with the same punch, with a hard hit!

Seeing this, Ding Mian was overjoyed, he didn't expect the sleeve arrow to make meritorious service, and shot this arrow in order to force Han Ping'er to palm him.

Those who are gifted and intelligent in swordsmanship can travel thousands of miles in a day, but their internal strength can only be compared with their own deep internal strength by hard work day after day, and this little kid in front of him looks like he is only ten years old, how deep can his internal strength be, and how can he compare with himself who has been invading adultery and mixing Yuan Gong for decades!

The thoughts flashed in his heart, and between the lightning and flint, the fists of the two of them collided solidly.

Bang.

Ding Mian only felt that a continuous internal force was coming along the palm of his hand, towards his body, and the internal strength was pure and peaceful, although it was not as domineering and fierce as the mixed yuan gong in his own door, but it was endless.

Too pure mind! Isn't this son a disciple of He Cripple?

Thinking in his heart, Ding Mian gritted his teeth and increased the internal force to the maximum, Han Ping'er couldn't bear it for a while, was blown out, and his body fell heavily on the trunk of the old locust tree dozens of meters away, and fainted.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Ding Mian wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, indignant.

If it weren't for the fact that he spent most of his energy on dealing with Bi Chong in the Pingwei Dart Game and suffered internal injuries, where would he be forced to such a point by a child.

But this little imp has some skills.

At a young age, light skills, swordsmanship, and internal strength attainments are already very human, if it is a few years later, I am afraid that I can really create some achievements in the rivers and lakes.

But now, it's all over.

He strode closer, looked coldly at Han Ping'er, whose life and death were unknown, with his eyes closed, and said, "Let's have a good baby in the next life." ”

After that, the claw of his right hand was about to stab, but he didn't want to hear the sound of rustling from the other side of the dense forest, obviously someone was nearby.

"It's not good, isn't that Bi Chong catching up? Anyway, it's a waste, spare your life. Muttering to himself, Ding Mian turned over a few times and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

Mo Xiaobai saw all this, but he didn't intervene, not because he didn't want to, but not far from the opposite side, there were three traders staring at him tightly.

In order to avoid twists and turns, the two parties did not make a move, but just gathered their star power into their fists and feet, waiting for a good opportunity.

Most of Mo Xiaobai's attention was on the other three traders, although he sweated a little when Na Ding was about to kill the killer, he still trusted his own judgment.

With Ding Mian's departure, the three Star Disciple Realm traders glanced at Mo Xiaobai coldly, and also left, Mo Xiaobai looked at Han Ping'er, who was in a coma, and let out a sigh of relief.

His life was still shining brightly, and there was no faint trend, so Mo Xiaobai decided to ignore him for the first time and walked towards the dense forest.

After passing through the clusters of dense bushes, Mo Xiaobai's vision appeared in the field of vision of an old man with a bamboo basket on his back, this person has white hair and black clothes, and his life is gorgeous, although he is not as good as Han Ping'er and Ding Mian just now, but it is also on par with the many heads of various sects he saw some time ago.

Looking at the three words floating on his head, Qin Yueren and Mo Xiaobai were stunned.

It was a good name, and he looked at this guy named Qin Yueren bending over, holding a handful of small heads in his hand and dancing quickly, digging hard at a herb.

"Thirty years of He Shou Wu, haha, I knew that there would be treasures in this place!"

Qin Yueren was ecstatic, and Mo Xiaobai saw that there was already a basket full of colorful herbs in the bamboo basket on his back.

After he dug out He Shou Wu, he took it in front of his eyes and carefully studied it for a long time, put it in the bamboo basket behind him, and muttered to himself, "It's almost over, let's look for any suitable medicinal materials, and it's time to go back to the valley." ”

Doctor?

Isn't this a coincidence, isn't Han Ping'er a ready-made patient? .

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaobai strode forward and came to Han Ping'er's side again, he was still lying quietly by the old huai at the moment, without the slightest sign of waking up.

But Mo Xiaobai's target was not Han Ping'er, but a half-finger-tall brown lingzhi at his feet.

The left hand pointed out, and a little bit of star power flowed from the fingertips, crossed a graceful arc, and instilled on the Ganoderma lucidum.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the wormhole on the Ganoderma lucidum umbrella cover is slowly healing, and the outer contour is also growing little by little, and a small red dot appears on the edge of the umbrella cover, like ink poured into white water, the red dot is quickly rendered, and the color of the entire Ganoderma lucidum becomes a bewitching red.

On the other side, Qin Yueren's figure that was about to leave stopped abruptly, he shrugged the tip of his nose, sniffed hard, and muttered: "What a strong medicinal fragrance......"

Following the pungent fragrance, he walked towards Han Ping'er.

After pushing aside the clusters of shrubs that covered his eyes, a red and bewitching blood-colored lingzhi occupied his eyes, and together with Han Ping'er, whose life and death were unknown, were squeezed into his field of vision.

Red Reishi!

A breath of cool air gasped into his stomach, Qin Yueren's eyes were unstoppable, he didn't expect that this trip would harvest such a treasure, look at this head, let alone a fifty-year year.

He carefully dug the red lingzhi out of the soil with a small head, wrapped it in a white square handkerchief, and put it away closely, then turned his head and looked at Han Ping'er who was unconscious at his feet with a frown.

"When I was a teenager, I couldn't stay at home well, how did I come to this wilderness." He shook his head and was about to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped again, turned his head and looked at Han Ping'er carefully.

But seeing that this little baby was handsome and delicate, but his little face was pale, and a slender and slender girl-like hand stretched out from the wide sleeved robe, and his five fingers tightly grasped a bright red long sword.

"That's it, for the sake of this red lingzhi, my magic doctor Qin Yueren broke the rules today and saved you." He sighed, walked over and picked up Han Ping'er by the waist, walked hurriedly, and hurriedly walked out of the dense forest.

……

Miracle Doctor?

Mo Xiaobai followed closely all the way, and saw Qin Yueren carrying Han Ping'er to a carriage parked outside the forest, put him in the carriage, and drove away.

The carriage galloped all the way, stopping only briefly at a few post stations on the way, and lasted for half a month into a lush mountain.

In the past half a month, Qin Yueren would take out some colorful pills from the carriage and feed them to the unconscious Han Ping'er, although Mo Xiaobai couldn't understand it, but it could be seen from his increasingly bloody face that these were good medicines for curing diseases.

After two more days of travel, the carriage turned from a trail into a valley.

There is a stone stele at the mouth of the valley, there are two colorful butterflies on the top of the stele to stop, and there are three strong and powerful big characters on the stele from top to bottom: Butterfly Valley.

It's also the right thing to do.

Mo Xiaobai thought in his heart, it seemed that he would spend the next few years in this place.

Along the winding path, Mo Xiaobai all the way to the west, there are several dilapidated thatched houses in the field of vision, the camphor trees planted on both sides are tall and straight, the branches are luxuriant, and the faint camphor is sent into the nose by the breeze, which is very good.

Mo Xiaobai found a shaded place, sat cross-legged, and began the cultivation of "Star Accumulation" to replenish the consumed star power value.

……

Compared with the cleanliness and tranquility of Butterfly Valley, the rivers and lakes have exploded at this time.

The news that Xiong Rulin, the head of the Jiangzhou Chengping Wei Dart Bureau, died violently at his 60th birthday banquet spread throughout the rivers and lakes, and even the 128 elite disciples of various sects who participated in the birthday celebration were also killed and injured, only three people from the Qingcheng faction, and Bi Chong of the Kunlun faction escaped because of their profound skills.

According to the investigation after the fact, it was learned that someone had tampered with the wine and water at the birthday banquet, which gave the thief a chance.

Some people say that this tragedy is related to the ugly style of the head of the Pingwei Dart Bureau Xiong Rulin in recent years, because of the rapid development of the Pingwei Dart Bureau in recent years, gradually no one in his eyes, suppressing peers, raising the price of darts, causing trouble everywhere, is jealous of peers.

Some people say that it is related to the last trip of the Pingwei Dart Bureau, this trip to the dart used hundreds of people is obvious to all, it is said that it is a dart of a magic book, the bear dart head is happy to see the thing, hiding the mind of private swallowing, secretly the tanuki for the prince, committed the dart taboo, which makes the buyer hurt the killer.

Some people also say that this is the handiwork of the Death Gate, as the time for the death gate and the five major factions to close the mountain is about to end, they secretly fund some small sects on the rivers and lakes, and want to stir up the wind and rain, this Pingwei Dart Bureau is one of them, and the rise of the Dart Bureau in these years is to rely on the Death Gate to deliver resources, martial arts, elixir, etc., but with its full wings, it wants to get out of the control of the Life Gate, which leads to the destruction of the door, killing chickens and monkeys.

What's even more outrageous is that it is said that Mr. Xiong practiced magic skills, went mad, and fought with the birthday guests at the birthday banquet, and finally lost both.

All kinds of mixed rumors are full of small rivers and lakes, Kunlun, Qingcheng, Shaolin, Wudang, Songshan, Kongtong and other sects have sent people to investigate, which lasted for several months, but nothing was found, and it ended hastily.

Gradually, as time passed, no one talked about it anymore.

There is always no shortage of news in the rivers and lakes, and the unsolved mystery of the Pingwei Dart Bureau tragedy is like the five major factions forced to close the mountain ten years ago, and it has slowly become the dust of history.

But that's about it.