There are four pig's trotters on the board, the pig's trotters have been dehaired and watered, and they look like tender lotus roots that have just been pulled out of the pond mud. A thick oil knife slid across the board, the earthy yellow straw paper unfolded like lotus leaves, and four pig's trotters fell into the paper and then rolled up.

The butcher handed the wrapped trotters to the waiting teenager and did not speak. Li Guangdi took out the copper coin from his bosom, put it on the table outside the butcher's shop, and then turned around and walked outside.

Suddenly, the butcher sensed something, looked up, looked through the smoke-blackened wall, and looked in the direction of the southern Xiling Divine Kingdom, his face suddenly became a little pale.

The half of the big white pig hanging on the iron hook behind the butcher shop suddenly moved, and the pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand also trembled.

The butcher held the knife, looked in the direction of the Xiling Divine Kingdom, and understood something.

So he lifted the thick, greasy knife as fast as he could, held it in both hands, and protected his face so tightly that no wind or anything could penetrate it.

The half of the big white pig hanging on the iron hook was still shaking gently, and the blood in the pig's abdominal cavity was shaken out, and the white ground dripped down, making a snapping sound, like a table clock.

Time passed slowly, nothing happened, and the butcher crouched in the corner, hunched over, holding a thick iron knife in both hands to cover his face, like a turtle hiding in its shell.

Outside the butcher's shop, Li Guangdi and Zhang Nianzu walked towards the calligraphy and painting shop, and if they got closer, they could hear one of them muttering something, as if he was carrying something.

Zhang Nianzu was a little nervous and asked, "Do you see anything wrong?"

"Don't speak. Li Guangdi had a nervous look on his face, stared at him and said, "Don't think about taking paper and notes, just memorize them with your brain." ”

Zhang Nianzu closed his mouth tightly and never said this question again. Li Guang silently recalled the scene he had seen earlier, and vaguely guessed that the butcher's weakness should be on his face.

The four pig's trotters wrapped in yellow straw paper, held in the hands of the two teenagers, kept swinging, and they looked no different from the human arms that had been cut off by the butchers.

Thousands of miles away on the front lawn of Momoyama.

Ning Que's iron arrow was no longer aimed at the town at the junction of Song and Yan, but pointed in the northwest direction.

There were drunkards and butchers in that town, these two people were the Academy's most feared opponents and the biggest threat to Chang'an City, and he really wanted to see if he could kill each other.

But after all, these two people are great cultivators who have experienced the eternal night, and they can successfully evade Haotian for tens of thousands of years, so you can imagine how profound the realm is, and how powerful the means of concealment are.

Cultivators who know the realm of fate will have some kind of almost intuitive sense of possible turns in the path of fate, let alone people of the level of drunkards and butchers.

When Ning Que raised his iron bow and aimed at the town, the drunkard and the butcher sensed it for the first time, and made their own response, the drunkard was about to leave, and the butcher raised his butcher's knife.

After the contemplator became a wasted person, the drunkard was the fastest person in the world, and he was even faster than the elder brother, and he had no distance from the realm and countless means, unless he was trapped by someone, it was difficult to be killed.

The butcher has always been the most powerful person in the world, whether it is strength or physical strength, no one can compare to him except for the first seat of the Hanging Temple, and the curtain can't be compared.

The drunkard was ready to leave the butcher and raised the butcher's knife, Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows, he couldn't do it, since he couldn't kill it, he couldn't shoot it.

It's not because the number of iron arrows he has now is too small and too precious, for the academy, if he can harvest the lives of the two drunkards and butchers, he is willing to pay any price.

The reason why Ning Que didn't shoot was very simple, since he couldn't shoot to death, he didn't shoot, there was nothing absolutely certain, but he had to take great risks, he rarely did.

The so-called risk is naturally that you can't shoot the other party, but you anger the other party.

He inevitably felt some regrets about this, but it was not too much, because the academy wanted to try, but it never lost its cool, and it had aspirations but not ambitions.

Moreover, the academy has long arranged for drunkards and butchers.

The iron arrow in Ning Que's hand was aimed at the northwest direction at this time, which should be Qinghe County.

As the iron arrow moved slowly, the atmosphere on the front lawn of Momoyama became more and more tense.

By this time, no one knew who he was going to shoot.

Ning Que actually didn't know it himself, because in his perception, Qinghe County was just an extremely inconspicuous area in the sea of the world, and there were no bright spots of light in it.

Suddenly, a point of light appeared in his eye.

So he loosened his strings.

Jun Mo and Mu Yu stood on the bank of the Fuchun River, looking at the gorgeous gardens on the other side of the river, and were silent for a long time, and then he asked, "Do you understand?"

Mu Yu took out the embroidery needle from the embroidery cloth and said, "It's a little troublesome, but it's not difficult. ”

Jun Mo said, "Then let's go." ”

Mu Yu listened to the sound of the sacrifice coming from the other side of the river, frowned slightly, and said, "In the plan of the junior brother, there is no matter of the two of us. ”

Jun Mo said: "He underestimated the lords, Wang Jingluo can't do this." ”

In the original plan of the academy, Ning Que went to Xiling, the senior brother went to the town, and the second senior brother, who was seriously injured in front of Qingxia, should sit in Chang'an to ensure the safety of the rear.

At this time, he appeared in Qinghe County, and the academy was empty.

At this time, Wang Jingluo was in the Cui Garden on the bank of the Fuchun River, and the big names of the surnames of Qinghe County gathered today, precisely because the Xiling Temple held the Light Festival, although they could not go to Taoshan to worship because of the tense situation in the county, so they chose to carry out relevant ceremonies in the Cui Garden.

He only entered Cui Yuan through Cui Huasheng, and looked at the pious lords on the bank of the stream, and his brows furrowed a little, because until this time, he didn't see who was his target.

Qinghe County is the surnames, and the rule of the surnames depends on history and clan rules, but the real reason why Qinghe County dares to betray Chang'an is the two major fates on the bank of the Fuchun River.

Not many people know who the two masters of Qinghe County are, and Wang Jingluo doesn't know, even if he does, it will be difficult to complete the task given to him by Ning Que.

At this moment, a wind came from the south, and the few practitioners in the wet garden where there was no Osawa in the wind, felt a sense of sacredness and solemnity.

The autumn flowers on the side of the stream are covered with a faint luster, which looks particularly holy.

There was an old man under the rain corridor, it was an unknown person next to Song Valve, this person was already dying, and he had been dozing off with his head half-bowed, but at this time he opened his eyes.

The divine rune moved Peach Mountain, the apocalypse was shocking to the world, and all the cultivators knew that a big event had happened on Peach Mountain because they felt that the vitality of heaven and earth had changed drastically.

The precise process of this perception depends on the cultivator's own realm, and a great cultivator in the realm of a drunkard butcher can naturally perceive it more clearly, but a peak of the cave like Wang Jingluo can only guess approximately.

Guess probably, it will be enough for him In the agreement between him and Ning Que, as long as he senses this matter, then it is the moment to launch.

Wang Jingluo has been watching all the movements in the field, looking at this scene, he knows that he has finally found one, but how can he force the other party to release the whole realm later?

He claims to be invincible below knowing his fate, but as Chen Pipi said back then, after all, he is only invincible below knowing his fate, and a strong man in the realm of knowing his fate does not have to release all his realm at all when facing him.

At this moment, a man wearing a hat and a staff and a woman in red appeared on the bank of the stream in Cui Yuan on the bank of the Fuchun River, and no one could see how they appeared.

A rapid warning sound sounded in Cui Garden, and the sound of scabbards colliding sounded everywhere, and among the ponds in the garden, there was a faint ancient formation that was slowly released.

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the man and woman by the stream.

Jun Mo

didn't look at this old man of Song Valve, although he knew that the other party was one of the confidants that the little junior brother was looking for, but it was not the person he was looking for, the person he was looking for was even more powerful.

The Ruyang Cui clan is the head of the seven surnames in Qinghe County, and Cui Yuan is their industry, and the patriarch Cui Xiang is naturally the person with the highest status, but today in Cui Yuan, he can only stand.

Because Mrs. Cui is sitting, he can only stand.

Mrs. Cui used to be a university scholar in Chang'an City, and also served as a prime minister, and was given a master when he was emeritus, so he sat in the Taishi chair and drank bachelor's tea.

Looking at the pair of men and women by the stream, Mrs. Cui slowly put down the tea in her hand, and her face revealed very complicated feelings, some confused, some scared, and some mocking.

Seeing the man's empty sleeves, he knew the identity of the other party.

Old lady Cui didn't expect that the academy would really send someone to Qinghe County in disregard of the peace agreement with the Xiling Temple, let alone this person.

In a very short time, he woke up from his melancholy feelings, remembering that his most fearful and feared husband had ascended to the sky, and the academy was no longer the original academy.

"If it was in the past, I don't think I would have had the courage to fight Mr. Two. ”

Old lady Cui looked at Jun Mo by the stream, his expression gradually became calmer, and said, "But now that you have a broken arm and your serious injuries have not healed, how can you be my opponent?"

With this sentence, Cui Yuanli is a great formation, worthy of being a family of thousands of generations that has been inherited for a long time, the formation on the bank of the Fuchun River is really powerful, and the breath of heaven and earth is slaughtering.

Jun Mo knew that this person's judgment of the situation was correct, if it was before, he would have killed all the enemies in the garden if he held the iron sword alone, and now, he may not even be this person's opponent.

But he didn't say anything and didn't do anything.

Mu Yu picked up the embroidery needle and stabbed it on an autumn lotus in the stream.

Her movements were natural, as if she had done it unintentionally.

Old lady Cui changed her expression suddenly.

The terrifying formation on the bank of the Fuchun River is solved in the wind!

Qinghe County Xie Sheng does have an extremely thick history, even longer than the appearance of the academy, but it is not a long time to be strong, otherwise the turtle would have ruled this world a long time ago.

Mu Yu is the bride, is the seventh sister who loves to eat melons, loves to chat, loves to play cards, she is also the most genius formation master in the world, and she has already seen through this formation by watching the battle for half a day on the bank of the Fuchun River.

Jun Mo looked at Old Lady Cui quietly.

Old lady Cui looked at him and said indifferently: "When I was the prime minister, I went to the academy many times, and I saw you when I was a child, but I didn't expect to kill you today." ”

Qinghe County still has a lot of eyeliner in Chang'an City, and the old lady is very sure that Jun Mo's serious injuries have not healed; more importantly, no one knows that he is not only a master of fate, but also a strong man who knows his fate! Although the big array on the bank of the Fuchun River was casually broken by the academy girl, the old lady is still confident that Jun Mo will be killed by the stream!

Wang Jingluo's face became unusually pale in the crowd.

When he saw Mr. Er appear, he couldn't help but be shocked, and then found out that Old Lady Cui was the strong man he had been looking for, and he was even more stunned.

According to Ning Que's plan, he should have made a move at this time, but it was just that a strong enough person was needed to let a strong enough person release the entire realm and use powerful means, but he listened to Old Lady Cui's tone, and he also had infinite confidence in defeating the second master of the academy, so how could he do it?

Jun Mo didn't make a move, he just took a step forward.

Old lady Cui's expression suddenly froze, and the old man waiting for the valve under the rain corridor stood up with his sword.

Although everyone in the world knows that Jun Mo was seriously injured with a broken arm, and his realm is no longer what it used to be, he is called Jun Mo after all.

Qinghe County is very close to Qingxia, and in the battle of Qingxia at the end of last year, Jun Mo's face of being a single sword against ten thousand people was imprinted in people's souls like a nightmare.

No one dares to underestimate the enemy when facing Jun Mo, even if Liu Bai fights Jun Mo again at this time, he will inevitably regard him as the most powerful enemy.

Old Lady Cui's aura suddenly increased, until she knew her fate!

He looked at Jun Mo and smiled and said, "Is there some surprise?"

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "I was surprised by your stupidity. ”

The wind suddenly rose, the Fuchun River was chaotic, the Cuiyuan creek was tumbling like boiling, and the autumn lotus was like a dead fish.

An arrow from the south.

Old lady Cui's face suddenly turned pale, and then cracked and scattered.

His people turned into hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood, sprinkled everywhere in Cui Yuan

Because of the academy, Old Lady Cui kept a low profile all her life, and kept her cultivation realm a secret until she was 100 years old, until Jun Mo came to Cui Yuan today, he felt that the opportunity had finally arrived. He wanted to give the academy an accident, wanted to show the edge he had endured for many years, and wanted to vent the resentment that he had suppressed for many years.

So he died without accident.

From beginning to end, he had no chance to fight Jun Mo.

Because Jun Mo didn't make a move, he just took a step forward.

He only needs to take one step, and his opponent will show his full potential.

Because he is Jun Mo.

The old man of Song Valve saw that Old Lady Cui had turned into countless balls of flesh and blood, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened. He has been staying at the lower level of the short-lived realm all these years, and he is also a few strong people in the world, but seeing that Jun Mo only took one step forward, the old lady Cui, who knew his fate at the peak, died tragically on the spot, where did he still have the courage?

Jun Mo turned to look at him.

The old man of Song Valve roared, forced out of all the realms in despair, and the sword in his arms broke through the air.

He is just knowing his fate in the lower realm, even if he is forced out of the whole realm, he is still not bright enough in someone's ocean of consciousness, so there is no second iron arrow in the south

Jun Mo stretched out his left hand and shook it slightly in the autumn wind.

The flying sword suddenly turned in the air, and with a pop, it pierced deeply into the chest of the old man of Song Valve.

(A few words with you, it has nothing to do with canvassing, the two chapters I said yesterday, today's chapter is more than 4,000 words, I really can't write it, because I need to think through some issues clearly.)

I thought I should have written well recently, and I finished writing earlier last night, so I went back and re-read it, and found that there were many chapters that were very badly written, really bad, and I couldn't find any excuses, I was a little unwilling, so I went to see the beginning of the night, and found that the first volume was written better, but the first few chapters, it turned out to be so dull and stale, and I went to see the second volume of the demon, and found that it was so long, and I was still unwilling, so I watched my favorite battle of Qingxia, only to find that Jun Mo and Liu Bai were so troublesome, I actually used so many damn short sentences, so many repetitive words。

So I had insomnia again, it was purely uncomfortable, I don't know why this happened, there was indeed a problem with the situation, it turned out that I was not as good as I imagined, I used to think that I wrote very well, I always thought that this was what I was best at, and it was the thing I was most proud of, but today I feel really bad, really bad, this does not need to comfort me, I can see that it is not good.

This is a matter of seriousness, but also a question of time, but also a question of ability, it is difficult to progress in a short period of time if the ability is not good, the first two should be able to become better, so all the problems are ultimately their own problems, the problem of attitude, the problem of diligence.

I don't know why I think that, maybe after a few days I will feel that I will write very well in the night, and this is just a period of self-doubt? But my feelings are really low, I think it is really bad, I don't want to do this. Tomorrow on Saturday the 4th, I originally thought it would be double, and I wanted to adjust the holiday to the back, but now I don't want a monthly pass, so I will rest as usual tomorrow and reflect on it.

I saw a book review in the evening, knowing that the reader shot the bird and unfortunately died in a car accident in March, his wife posted in the book review area, saying that he had been looking forward to writing the night until August, I replied that I would write well, then I will write well later, it must be better than what was written before, cherish the present, we can't waste our lives, may he rest in peace, and may his wife live happily with peace of mind. (End of this chapter, thanks for watching...... To be continued)