On the day of Laba, there was a ferry boat on the new island, full of boats, all of whom were rushing to the demon island, but not everyone had to go to the crooked neck tree to carve the nameplate, they were all from Qingluanzhou, and they had "entered the palace" several times.

There is a white-haired old man who leads a young girl to the Demon Rejection Island, the old man has an identity nameplate, but he has to get an identity nameplate for the robbed apprentice.

Under the crooked neck tree, the old man surnamed Yuan asked: "Which continent is the name of the people, and who is the surname?" ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and Deng Jiamu on the side hurriedly said, "Zhuang Mao, Qingluanzhou people's clan." ”

Old Man Yuan raised his head, "First time?" Don't know the rules? ”

Deng Jiamu sneered and said softly: "Apprentice, the first time I landed on the island to engrave the identity plate, I had to report my name. ”

The woman smiled slightly and said softly: "Senior, my name is Zhuang Yu, a native of Qingluanzhou, and I am here for the first time." ”

Yuan Laohan quickly burned the identity nameplate, and said: "The first time is the first time, why are you so sassy?" After finding a place to live, he went to the east side of the sea to build his own building and find Song Yuanqing to record the file. ”

Deng Jiamu was stunned for a moment, "When will you go to the island to go to Laoshizishujilou to record?" ”

The old man said impatiently: "Now, have an opinion? Your kid looks older than me, do you still have an opinion? ”

It was clearly an old man with white hair and beard, but he could only sneer at the old man under the tree with a crooked neck.

Deng Jiamu hurriedly dragged Zhuang Yu, planning to hurry through the peach and plum forest and find a place to live first.

But the young woman turned her head and said softly, "Master, I want to see these seniors." ”

Yuan Laohan paused for a moment with the carving knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go another day, today is not suitable, if you have to go, go to the end of the peach forest to see." ”

Deng Jiamu turned his head instantly, "Who?" ”

The old man said softly: "The head of the family surnamed Liu." ”

Deng Jiamu's heart trembled, turned to look at the young woman, and said, "The first time you landed on the island today, you were just a little monk who had just entered the meditation. ”

Zhuang replied: "Yes. ”

was grabbed by Deng Jiamu, and he didn't dare to fly too high, so he could only bypass the peach and plum forest. But Zhuang Yu kept looking towards the peach forest, looking at it.

But it quickly turned back.

On Demon Rejection Island, a dead person is nothing, and he is already the longest-reigning head of the family.

In fact, the head of the family with the surname Seven has never been a general marshal who sits in the military tent in the middle of the army, and when he becomes the head of the family, he will die sooner or later if he steps into the Xudu Luo Mountain.

Over there in Taolin, there are many people, but there is not a single tear, but Wu Ye personally presented a glass of meeting wine to his predecessors, and everyone will meet again in the next life.

The new head of the family has also been selected, Liu Yi's father, named Liu Meizhu, has long been the proposed successor, of course, the peak of the building.

After the identity plate of the former head of the family was hung up, he toasted a glass of wine and made a gesture, which was considered to be enthroned.

But before the toast, a figure dressed in white fell to the ground in an instant, waved at the peach tree, and said softly: "This is the head of the Song family to send you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she fell to her knees and shook her head.

"This is a girl for you."

A young woman who had just landed on the beach opened her mouth and took a breath of the sea breeze.

Song Nanlai got up immediately after kowtowing and stood to the side, his face expressionless.

Immediately afterwards, several figures on the sea came one after another, Deng Evil Wind is sword cultivator, the sword light fell to the ground, hugged his fists and said a good word to leave, and immediately turned around and returned, he was not among the monks who returned to the Demon Rejection Island, and he wanted to return to the battlefield immediately.

The heads of the seven surnamed families landed one after another, made a gesture, and saw them off.

At this time, snowflakes slowly drifted in the sky, and there was also sword light coming from the sea in the west, and in terms of age, Jing Huan was naturally inferior to Liu Manliang.

This Burial Sword City Lord was obviously seriously injured and had not yet recovered, but he still came to give it away.

Everyone present, Liu Meizhu is only Liu Manliang's nephew, the head of the family with seven surnames, and now only the newly appointed Liu Meizhu has a descendant.

Finally, there was no one, Liu Meizhu was just about to toast, and another sword light fell to the ground.

But this time, everyone turned their heads, because the person who came was dressed in red.

Wrong! Is that...... Blood!

Liu Jingxun carried two swords on his back, and he returned with his own sword, and he was in a hurry when he came back from the battlefield, and he didn't have time to clean the blood on his face.

A monk from a foreign country standing in the distance was about to scold, but when he heard the smell of blood, he immediately shut up.

Blood was all on his clothes.

Song Nanlai said coldly: "Do you still have a face?" ”

Liu Jingxun turned a deaf ear, walked to the peach tree, knelt down and kowtowed, didn't say a word, just took off his bloody clothes and put them down, and then turned his head and left.

Instead of immediately turning back to the battlefield, Edgeworth went to the Shoji Tower.

A few people who didn't go to the battlefield were already waiting downstairs, and Liu Jingxuan just said softly: "Intensify the supervision of the construction of talismans, all the monks who have landed on the island will go, and those who don't go will be expelled from the Demon Rejection Island." Dongfang Ji Lin has something difficult to do over there, Hanzao went to find Senior Zuo and asked him to come forward. ”

Longqiu Baiyu asked in a deep voice, "When will we go to the battlefield?" ”

Liu Jingxun said softly: "I call you, you can go on." ”

There was an unconcealable evil aura and a pungent smell of blood.

Xia Tanyan didn't dare to move forward at all, and even Azuer, who had a lot of achievements, felt that Liu Jingxun at this time was a little cold.

Xing Hanzao wrinkled his nose, handed over a letter with both hands, and said softly: "Mountain Lord, a letter from Qingxing Mountain." ”

Liu Jingxun glanced at Xing Hanzao, and wanted to say not to read it, but he still took the letter.

"Hanzao, all the monks who recorded the files here in Song Yuanqing, how to arrange it, you have to have a number in your heart. The situation on the battlefield will be sent back to the garrison every day, and your realm is not high, so you have enough brains. ”

Xing Hanzao nodded, "Got it." ”

Turning his head to look at the stone carved on the table, Liu Jingxun took a deep breath and walked over to pick one up.

Just as he was about to rise up with the sword, someone suddenly shouted: "Liu Jingxun!" Where to run? ”

Someone rose against the wind and landed downstairs, and came without saying a word.

Liu Jingxun's head didn't turn, he was only full of killing intent, and Deng Huan was stunned on the spot.

"A little measured, don't force me to hit you today."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Jingxun had already turned into a sword light and disappeared, leaving no extra time at all.

Deng Huan suddenly collapsed to the ground and cried, "Your mother killed my mother, shouldn't I take revenge?" ”

Xing Hanzao frowned, this Deng Huan is really out of proportion, can't he see that the mountain lord is in a bad mood? Besides, today is the day to send the old-timers.

Song Yuanqing said softly: "But, your mother collaborated with the enemy, this is a fact." ”

Deng Huan raised his head with red eyes, "I don't believe it!" ”

Then there is no way to say, everyone is busy with their own work.

Dozens of miles to the south, in a house, a woman took out a pile of yellow paper, knelt in the courtyard and burned it.

The white-haired old man stood in the doorway, not knowing what to say.

Zhuang Yu said softly: "I used to think that when people died, it was just a matter of hanging a sign and toasting a glass of wine." I didn't expect to go out on a trip, and I actually contracted the 'bad habit' of this sacrifice, you say, when did people start to build tombs for their ancestors? When did the custom of burning paper begin? ”

Deng Jiamu said softly: "Legend has it that in the earliest days, there was only a tomb and no tomb, and there was no place to go to the grave if you wanted to. It was the ancestor of the scholars, and the old master buried his parents together, and this custom began to exist since then. As for burning paper, there are different opinions, but what I heard the most was that the paper made by a papermaker could not be sold, so he had to cut it out in the style of a coin and burn it for his ancestors, and it became popular all at once. ”

Zhuang Yu said in a low voice: "There is no city god on the Demon Rejection Island, how can they receive it." ”

Deng Jiamu said softly: "What should be harvested, it must be harvested." ”

Around noon, Liu Jingxun, who changed back into a pale green robe, returned to Zhongdao, continued to sit in the city tower, and waited for the early morning tomorrow to move the building forward, and continue to kill.

For most of the month, Liu Jingxuan never mentioned the rule that he was not allowed to cross the line, nor did he send a letter to anyone to ask him to come back to rest. Everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they turned back on time.

Although this point began to improve, the head of the Liu family died in battle, and his body was still hanging at the head of the city in the east, and he was not allowed to cross the line to kill demons here, and he couldn't go where he could kill them. scolded in front of you, scolded behind your back, I don't know how much. The most important thing is that he Liu Jingxun is just in the true realm, and it is okay to cross the border in front alone to kill the enemy, can't we refine the void and find someone who is easy to kill? Do you have to be in a team of three to go? Many monks who had stayed on the Demon Rejection Island for a long time felt aggrieved. There are even a lot of people, seeing that Liu Jingxun is killing and refining in front of him like slaughtering a dog, they don't take the demon cultivators from the decay city seriously.

Most of them are monks who go downstairs, and they feel that this battle, the beasts on the other side are nothing more than that.

Of course, no one dared to mutiny or anything, but the public opinion among these qi refiners was spread by ten or ten, and it was impossible to suppress it.

Liu Jingxun wants this effect, and when everyone becomes a frog that is about to be cooked, I will change my guard and change it to a monk who has been holding back on the demon island for almost two months, holding back his stomach.

Those are all out of ice water, so how can they be taken lightly?

The handsome man with two horns jumped up to the city tower in one step and said, "The two hundred squads that Dongfang Jilin and Azul have pulled up are already ready to go to the battlefield. ”

Liu Jingxun nodded, and said: "When you change defenses, there are only 100 teams, and you don't take the initiative to face the battle, just intersperse them on the battlefield to help." ”

After a pause, Liu Jingxuan isolated this place with his sword qi, and waved his hand to make a sand table.

He pointed to the location of the warship and said softly: "In the north, south, and center, three warship teams will be placed in each for the time being, and they will not be too far apart, at most three hundred miles, that is to say, the gap between the warships will be filled by the monks under the fugue. To deal with the demon tide, the warship is a good means, but to deal with the demon cultivator of Jiedan, it is a little not enough for the time being. Therefore, we have to protect these warships, and only let the demon tide come in, and we can't let the demon cultivators of Jindan and above come in. Some people are monsters, but we don't have that many of them. Of the three hundred squads, only one hundred can be interspersed with help and rescue, one hundred to fill the hole, and the remaining one hundred to replace the defense. These teams will be very hard, everyone else will change every month, they will have to be two months. ”

Chen Huangting nodded and asked rhetorically, "When are you going back to Shuji Building?" ”

Liu Jingxun turned his head and said with a smile: "Isn't it a big boss?" ”

Chen Huangting just said: "How can there be a war, the marshal who should have been in the military tent rushed to the front?" What to do if the marshal dies? ”

It is not unfortunate to say death on the battlefield.

Liu Jingxun took a sip of wine and didn't speak.

Chen Huangting also took out a pot of wine and poured it.

"Liu Jingxun, you are a lonely person, right? can come up with the idea of sending senior Liu with clothes stained with demon blood, anyway, I think it's quite lonely. ”

"Me too."

Some people died, but not completely......