Between the wood and stones, the two figures retreated with a touch in the light of the violent collision.

"Sito, you're so daring!"

On both sides of the blown up attic, on the roofs of the two houses, here is a cheongsam sassy Sito, and on the other side is a middle-aged man dressed half-fashioned and carrying a sword.

This man's face was cold, and his hands were full of fire.

Si Tou stared at him, with a hint of hatred in his eyes: "Qiu Shan, didn't you call me here just to fight? I'm not afraid of you!"

When the half-vulgar middle-aged man who was called Qiu Shan heard this, he suddenly laughed: "I knew that you must have come here too! You're looking for Shao Yankuan!"

He said, "However, the Shanghai Tang Spiritual Realm Festival is imminent, Sito, you better be careful; Don't behave as recklessly as you do today. I don't want you to die at the hands of someone other than me!"

The hatred in Si Tou's eyes was unabated, but there was also a hint of surprise: "You released your breath and brought me over, just to say this?"

Qiu Shan said, "I just want you to die at my hands."

After that, he turned around and floated away: "When the Shanghai Beach Festival is over, I will come to you; Your life is given to you by me, and I should take it! You're doing it yourself!"

Si Tou's hands were crooked, and he was full of blue light, but he didn't catch up in the end.

In the middle of the night, she exhaled softly, and as soon as she pointed out, a verdant vine lifted the ruins of the attic, and pulled out a bald head with a face covered in blood.

Putting his bald head on the side of the street, Si Tou turned to leave, and saw Zhao Jingyang walking slowly.

"Miss Sito." Zhao Jingyang smiled.

As he spoke, he walked up to the bald man, looked at him, and then shook his head, "Dead."

Say, "You didn't care about it like that? If you say it hurts, it hurts?"

Hearing this, Sito frowned: "You're not afraid?"

Zhao Jingyang smiled: "Why should I be afraid?"

Sito's expression changed: "You are also a cultivator?"

Then he said, "I do not deny that there is a cause for this man's death; I don't want to bother others, but Qiu Shan obviously doesn't care."

He said, "I wanted to push him out when I did it, but I was stopped by the hills."

Somehow, she was willing to explain.

Zhao Jingyang nodded: "I saw it."

Si Tou smiled: "This person obviously knows Qiu Shan, since Qiu Shan doesn't care about his life, why should I worry?"

Zhao Jingyang nodded again.

He said, "What is the way that guy came from?"

Si Tou was slightly surprised: "Qiu Shan? What do you ask him to do?"

Shaking his head, "I don't know... All I know is that he is my enemy."

Say, "You want to deal with him? Because of this dead man? Then why didn't you make a move just now?"

Zhao Jingyang laughed: "Before you know what's going on, it's a sin to make a move. He didn't offend me."

Pointing to the dead bald man on the ground, he said, "Maybe this bald man is the enemy of the hill."

Sito was stunned for a moment and nodded, "That's right."

He said, "None of the people on the side have affected, but they have stopped me from pushing this person away, maybe it is really his enemy."

He laughed again, "Kill him by my hand."

Revealing a hint of arrogant disdain: "Qiu Shan is still the same Qiu Shan, villain!"

At this moment, in the garden behind the attic, a pair of disheveled men and women hurriedly ran out, and the woman was still blushing - she was very beautiful, especially a pair of legs, which were extremely long; It's a pity that the look, the smell, is a little wrong.

Seeing this piece of ruins, both of them stayed on the spot.

The woman, with a sudden wail, pounced on the bald head and wept; The man, after coming back to his senses, had a clear flow of joy in his eyes.

Zhao Jingyang laughed, pointed, and said, "Dead people outside, happy inside. This man's death is not worth much."

Sito's expression changed, and with a touch of green light, he made a vine and passed through the man's chest in an instant; The man was all over

trembled, and his eyes were gloomy.

He's dead.

Zhao Jingyang looked at Si Tou, and was obviously a little strange.

But he pointed to the woman who was crying on her bald body: "What about this?"

Sito hesitated.

Zhao Jingyang laughed: "You don't think that this woman and a man other than her husband are happy in their own home, and the abuse is only blamed on that man, right?"

Sito pursed his lips and killed the woman as well.

Zhao Jingyang stroked his palm: "This is good, the family is neat."

He said, "You're going to the beach?"

Sito nodded.

"Attending a spiritual event?" Zhao Jingyang said again.

Sito hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I'll go find someone."

Zhao Jingyang smiled and said, "Who are you looking for? Shao Yankuan?"

Qiu Shan's words, Zhao Jingyang listened.

Sito said, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Jingyang hesitantly: "It can't be none of my business."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, "You are not allowed to look for any of you, come with me."

Si Tou's eyes widened and he looked at Zhao Jingyang as if he was looking at a neuropathy. Without saying a word, turn around and leave.

Zhao Jingyang stretched out his hand, opened his five fingers and grabbed it, and Si Tou stood on the spot.

Zhao Jingyang stepped forward and brushed past Si Tou, who was like a puppet, following Zhao Jingyang with stiff steps and disappearing all the way to the end of the street.

...

Shangzhen Temple, located on the Qionglong Mountain; The mountains here in Suzhou and Hangzhou are just like the beauty of Suzhou and Hangzhou itself, there is no precipitousness at all, only quiet and elegant.

Zhao Jingyang took Si Tou and walked along the stone steps in the mountain, all the way up until he went to the front of the True Temple.

Si Tou couldn't help himself, only stared at Zhao Jingyang with a pair of big eyes, and the hatred in his eyes deepened.

This kind of involuntary self-help reminded Sitou of his previous painful experience - Qiu Shan used to be like this, imprisoning her and torturing her!

Of course, Zhao Jingyang could feel Si Tou's rapidly expanding hatred, but he didn't care.

Come forward and knock; A little Taoist priest opened the door and came out, saw Zhao Jingyang and the two, raised a single palm, and bowed slightly: "Where did the two laymen come from?"

Zhao Jingyang smiled: "Zhou Chengxin is here? As soon as the little Taoist priest reported, he said that Zhao Jingyang was visiting."

When the little Taoist priest heard this, he hurriedly said, "Please wait a while."

After a while, Zhou Dao grew out, and with the little Taoist, there was also a clear familiarity just now-Qiu Shan.

As soon as Qiu Shan saw Si Tou, his expression changed slightly; Sito saw the hills, and so did it.

"Take the liberty to visit, Daoist Zhou, please." Zhao Jingyang said with a smile.

When Daoist Zhou saw Zhao Jingyang, he also laughed and raised a single palm: "How can Daoist friends have the leisure to come to the True View today?"

Then he opened the door, "Hurry up, please."

Only then did Qiu Shan set his eyes on Zhao Jingyang, and his expression changed, and he also bowed.

All the way into the Taoist temple, Zhou Daochang introduced Qiu Shan: "This is Zhao Jingyang Zhao Daoyou."

Then he said to Zhao Jingyang, "This is Qiu Shan, one of mine... Teacher and nephew."

Qiu Shan's expression was shocked, and he couldn't help but say, "You are the senior Zhao Jingyang Zhao of Shanghai Beach?!"

Zhao Jingyang's name, he himself may not know; But there are very few people in the cultivation world who don't know his name—Si Tou doesn't count.

Zhao Jingyang smiled, "It's me."

He said, "Where is Qiu Daoyou practicing?"

When Qiu Shan heard this, his expression froze slightly, and he said, "If you go back to your predecessors, I was originally a cultivator on Gesoap Mountain..."

Zhou Chengxin explained next to him: "He is a good seedling of cultivation, but unfortunately he once violated the door rules."