The master and servant probably didn't care about the life and death of the poor boy.

Although the young man said that he was annoyed with what the old man had done today, he didn't dare to offend this protector too much, but after the young man left, he looked left and right too much, and he didn't have the slightest sense of monkhood, he was full of curiosity, and even reached out to touch the yellow mud wall, and couldn't help asking: "Elder Lan, this is really one of the blessed places of Confucian sages you said?" Why is there not too much verbal commentary on this Great Jin in the Southern Xinjiang Library? ”

The old man was silent for a moment, stretched out his fingers, and answered the question: "Not all scholars in the world know good and evil and know etiquette, otherwise how could that Confucian scholar in Chang'an practice the sword that was suppressed by the three sects?" Still holding a sword to open the Yellow River canopy? In the final analysis, it's not that this world is not very good, and it is too disappointing. ”

In fact, if these words were uttered by the mouths of Confucian saints, they would not have attracted thousands of believers to worship them, but when they were spoken by the mouths of old people, especially those in that place in southern Xinjiang, they would have a different taste.

The young man turned sideways with a strange expression, "I don't know how Elder Lan could have said this, the generational grievances between the Three Sects and my southern Xinjiang are not something you can break with just a few words." ”

If he is really allowed to spread the old man's words to spread the rumors, not to mention that everyone in the world knows about it, as long as there is a little rumor in the southern frontier of the Western Regions, then the old man will fall like a family dog to a wild dog in this life, and there will be no place for him in the whole world.

After all, people with two faces in front of them and behind them are probably unpleasant.

The gods on the mountain said that they were far away from the secular cultivation, and in the end they were still inevitably troubled by the secular red dust, and all the human feelings and sophistication were probably still effective for the monks, so as soon as the young man's voice fell, the face of the gray-clothed old man stiffened for a moment.

It's just that it disappeared after a while, and the old man's expression was calm, "Young master, this is going to be a torture for the old man, in the eyes of the three sects, our Gu Xiu is a mountain field cultivator who has no way out, maybe in the eyes of that group of sword cultivators who can only make a sword without a brain, it is also a third-rate, the old man is in southern Xinjiang, he is a native of southern Xinjiang all his life, how can he say that he is a traitor?" The old man has no other intentions for Qingfeng Village, so if the young master wants to sit in the position of the owner of the village, after going back, the old man will cut the blue sea. ”

As soon as the old man's words came out, he undoubtedly showed his loyalty and filial piety.

It's just that the young man is still unmoved, just calm.

Come to the secular dynasty of Dajin, naturally not to enjoy the mountains and rivers, to bear the prosperity of Qingfeng Village for thousands of years in the future, and it can even be said to be responsible for the rise and fall of the entire Western Regions and Southern Xinjiang, which is the same as the secular dynasty in the "life in the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity", but the former is just looking at the cake painted on the upper level, and cannot be compared with the latter.

He suddenly remembered that the young man he had just met was coming, how could there be someone who was upset at first sight?

The young man's complexion, from calm and calm at the beginning, was instantly covered with a hideous smile, and in the end, it was a horror that had never been seen in twenty years.

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After Ning Chuyi walked away, he hid at the corner of an alley and looked back at the young man with a smile on his face, feeling aggrieved for no reason in his heart.

For the kindness and malice of the world, since the young man wandered for a long time, he had a sharp intuition, who was behind his face, he could still distinguish clearly.

At this moment, this young man, who had always been taciturn, suddenly hated the mountain gods mentioned in Gao Jingkou.

Suddenly, in his spare eyes, he inadvertently found that the young man in the blue shirt who had walked far away seemed to look back at him intentionally or unintentionally, sarcastically, and even more playful, with a flick of his hand, a small black dot like a mosquito spread out, and it hit Ning Chu directly.

The young man held back the anger in his heart, he didn't have time to think, the inertia of facing danger for many years made his body slightly to the side, Ning Chuyi's back was cold sweat, and when he turned his head, his heart was even more gloomy, only to see that after the corner of the wall was hit by ants and insects, it turned into ashes in an instant, and his face became more and more ugly.

The young man is not a kind-hearted person, if he wasn't afraid of the teaching gentleman, he would have slapped this young man who upset him as soon as he met him, and his cultivation was limited in this world, and he couldn't show much power.

But the next moment.

In the deep alley, a strong voice sounded.

"Ignorance."

Ning Chu looked at it suddenly.

In the middle of the position of the young man in the blue shirt and the young man, out came a young man in black robes with wine hanging on his waist, handsome appearance, and a broken straw hat on his head, the old man was shocked, just because the man was carrying a dark blue long sword behind him!

The gray-clothed old man had a solemn face, moved lightly, protected the young man behind him, hugged his fist towards a dark and silent alley, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency, meeting is fate, if you go to the southern frontier of the Western Regions as a guest, my Qingfeng Village will not snub you." ”

There was no response, and the more this happened, the more panicked he became.

Finally, the young man said to himself: "How can I encounter stinky rats in southern Xinjiang wherever I go, it seems that I have to take care of this matter today." ”

The old man said in a deep voice: "This is the private matter of my master and servant, is your Excellency more lenient?" ”

The young man with the sword swept his eyes at the old man, his eyes were obviously disappointed, and his words revealed an undisguised mockery, "The two of you came out without permission, it's already a broken rule, I want to see what the stinky rats of the Western Regions who haven't seen for decades can cultivate." ”

"You!" The young man trembled, and the words were full of murderous intent.

The old man stood tightly in front of him, allowing the young man to speak coldly.

When the young man saw this scene, he laughed out loud without any scruples, and only after a long time did he sigh.

It was too late, it was too fast, and the young man suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and swung it out.

The sword qi is invisible, and the sword intent is invisible.

The old man was cold, the young man behind him was the only hope for their village, his eyes glowed with a touch of gray, he raised his hand to hold a little green light, and stubbornly blocked all this sword qi outside his own small world, he was already dying, and did not forget to turn around and wave his sleeves to send the young man out of the old distance, and said loudly: "Young master, go quickly, don't come to this broken place for the rest of your life!" ”

It's a pity that the moment one hand and one sword qi collided in pairs, the old man knew that everything was in vain.

The young man didn't even glance at the blue-shirted young man with his head scurrying, and after swinging his sword, he stood in place and chuckled, "The minister died for the lord, but you can be called worthy of the word." ”

The old man snorted coldly and did not answer.

Huo Ran, the sword qi was the first to pierce the Gu worm, the old man pushed with both hands, spit out a mouthful of blood, felt that after the young man ran away, he smiled, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly stared at his eyes, only to see the young man's figure jump up and slash with his sword.

At the last moment, he really couldn't understand why he couldn't even block a sword with all his strength, and the next moment he just felt a little cold in his neck, and the heavens and the earth also turned.

A head flew abruptly, arcing through the air, and finally landed at the end of the alley, splashing a puddle of muddy water.

After the black-robed young man landed, he just silently wiped his sword, ran briskly towards the head he had just cut off, and squatted down, his eyes full of greed, as if he was admiring a masterpiece of the world.

Ning Chu was stunned, his body trembled uncontrollably, he sat on the ground, closed his eyes in despair, and when there was no movement, he condensed his mind again, and he was really afraid that this kind of thing was born with him.

For the man with the sword, the word came out of his heart for no reason.

Sword Repair!

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, when he looked up, the demon god unconsciously held a head and looked at him with a smile on his face!

Rao is Ning Chu heard a lot of stories about the evil deeds of the gods on the mountain, and his heart swayed at this moment, holding his head and holding back the screams that he wanted to blurt out.

The young man looked at Ning Chuyi, his expression remained unchanged, but there was some surprise in his eyes, he casually threw out the object in his hand, stretched out his index finger to point at himself, and asked with a smile: "You, afraid of me?" ”

The poor boy took a deep breath, forcibly stood up, and took a step forward, probably feeling that he was a little weaker, and he was not admitting defeat and facing the eyes of the murderous demon in front of him.

The young man was interested, childlike and childlike, grinning, and not showing weakness, and the tip of the needle was on the wheat mang.

After a while, Ning Chuyi lowered his head, held the hand hidden behind his back, thought for a long time and put it down heavily, if this person was really a murderous immortal, what he did was just a joke.

Following the experience of the old beggar over the years, he told him that his own life must be in his own hands, sighed lightly, and his face was like an old man waiting for flowers in the twilight for a moment, "If you want to kill, you must listen to the respect."

As soon as he said this, Ning Chuyi regretted it, he was young and ignorant, and he had read rumors about the gods on the mountains in a wild book that recorded the miscellaneous history of the mountains and fields, and most of them had forgotten everything, but there were a few words in which he remembered very clearly, treacherous and cunning, ruthless, and evil.

It is said that the wild history is a very down-and-out scholar who has a grudge against the way of the world and wrote it with malice, and when some historians pondered this book in the following years, they could not find any clues, and no one pursued it for many years.

The teenager regretted it a little.

Seeing that the young man was silent, the young man calmed down and did not know what to say.

Look at each other in pairs.

The black-robed young man became interested and asked rhetorically, "How about you choose a way to die?" ”

After a pause, the young man hurriedly waved his hand, looking familiar, bent down, put his arm around the young man's shoulder, and said in a dialect that I don't know where: "Don't get me wrong, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you see me killing people, and you see my appearance, then I naturally want to kill you, you know?" ”

Seeing that Ning Chuyi had been staring at him blankly, the sword-bearing young man scratched his head, realized that his tone was wrong, and continued to flicker: "If you don't follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, then you will be gouged out." ”

After a pause, his face turned bitter, "It will be despised by our people in the rivers and lakes and boycott together, if you are angry, you will fight it together." ”

The corners of Ning Chuyi's mouth have been wide open since the young man spoke, and he has not closed for a long time.

The black-robed young man didn't care whether this particularly deceitful young man answered or not, probably after killing the old man, he was in a good mood, so he quickly straightened up, coughed lightly, and reinserted the sword into the scabbard, then stretched out a hand and patted his waist, and the jade pendant was flipped over, revealing the pale green handwriting written in a small seal.

Shushan.

The boy is like falling into an ice cellar, and within ten steps, a needle drop can be heard.

The young man with the sword was in front with one hand and behind with the other, and said with a big grin: "Let me introduce myself, Lao Tzu's name is Li Muxuan, and he is a swordsman in the rivers and lakes." ”

Ning Chu was stunned for a moment, but he could still understand the meaning, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said tentatively: "Is it what I thought?" ”

The young man laughed strangely, his face was complacent, and he sighed: "If it's not like that, what else can it be?" ”

Ning Chuyi was speechless.