It was late at night, but the lights were still on in a room in Qingfeng City and the Shenwei Martial Arts Hall.

Under the lamp was the old man Song who was sitting on the side of the low table smoking welding fumes, and Song Qingqing who was standing on the side, bowing his head and saying nothing.

"So, you mean, your junior brother wanted to talk to you for a while, but you didn't even listen to anything, so you went to fool around with that kid from Wuyi Mountain?"

"It was my momentary negligence, I was wrong Dad, but this is none of Senior Brother Zhao's business, he just wants to surprise me."

"It's a surprise indeed, that both of you monks can lose a big living person."

"Daddy......"

"Don't say it, what kind of home do you want to find, Dad doesn't interfere. It's just Qing'er, who knows people and faces, but doesn't know their hearts, that person surnamed Zhao is really as perfect as you said, and he is even more worried about his father. ”

Old man Song put down the cigarette gun and said earnestly, "Obedient, even if you belong to him now, show me more, the so-called road knows the horsepower and sees the hearts of the people for a long time." Three years, as long as three years, if after three years, he is still as honest and reliable as ever, I have no objection to you being together. ”

"As for your junior brother, I think I'm out of mind at this time, don't tell me that you won't be aware of it all these years. This is also a good thing, at least there is no need to practice hard for the sake of some people who don't know how to do it. This child has a heart and knows how to advance and retreat, although he doesn't know what went wrong with his cultivation, but as a father, he can be sure that as long as he has the opportunity, he will soar to the sky sooner or later, and you will not regret it when the time comes. ”

Song Qingqing's face was a little ugly, she didn't expect her father to say it so bluntly. Everything she did was not to make everyone's face look better.

Regret?

How can it be?

People go to high places and water flows to low places, if she really wants to be a partner with Lu Liang, then the problem is serious.

Reject Zhao Ming and accept Lu Liang?

I'm afraid that there will be many obstacles to joining the inner goalkeeper in the future, and Lu Liang will once again muster up the courage to continue struggling.

Everyone is not a child anymore, and if you divide it, you will benefit both, and if you join it, you will lose all the games, so why bother?

Moreover, according to her observations in the past two years, Zhao Ming is indeed a person worthy of trust, I don't know what her father thinks, even if she says it wildly, the old man is still not optimistic about Zhao Ming.

"Dad, things are already like this, I'll listen to you, and then look at Senior Brother Zhao. As for the junior brother's side, it is not convenient to see each other again now, so I will call Senior Brother Zhao to return to the sect. As for the junior brother, I still bother you to enlighten and enlighten more, after a long time, the feelings will fade, and I am still very willing to recognize him as a younger brother. ”

"Whatever you want, huh."

Seeing that the matter had come to this point, Old Man Song had nothing to persuade, so he got up and swept his sleeves behind his back, and walked out of the house.

Song Qingqing sighed with relief, immediately blew out the candle, and left the room. She had to follow Zhao Ming back to the sect overnight, otherwise she would be bumped into by Lu Liang, who didn't know when she would return, and she would be embarrassed.

Thinking that Zhao Ming was already a foundation building monk, and his divine thoughts had been fulfilled, I was afraid that the conversation between himself and his father just now would be listened to by the other party word for word, and he couldn't help but secretly complain.

There was no big surprise, and when she walked quickly to Zhao Ming's house, Zhao Ming was already standing outside the house like an uncertain prophet.

"No hurry, he hasn't come back yet."

"I'm sorry to embarrass my brother."

Song Qingqing stroked her hair and smiled apologetically.

Zhao Ming waved his hand and said magnanimously: "The old gentleman is cautious, and he is an example that we should learn from as younger generations, so why be embarrassed?" ”

"I rely more on my senior brother to be open-minded."

"Don't, Senior Sister Qing'er, if you want to praise me like this again, I really can't wash it when I jump into the Yellow River. Ideally, in the next three years, you have to find some small flaws in me. ”

"Can't it be a big drawback?" Song Qingqing said with a smile.

"Naturally not, just because of any big shortcomings, I'm afraid that my future father-in-law will have to worry about it again."

"Senior brother."

Where could Song Qingqing stand Zhao Ming's teasing like this, and he hasn't written a word yet, so why did his father-in-law say it.

She raised her pink fist and was about to greet Zhao Ming, but she thought that this was still a martial arts hall.

Don't just be reprimanded with her front foot, and her back foot was found messing with Zhao Ming, and she withdrew her fist again.

"Then let's go, senior brother."

Zhao Ming nodded in agreement, two years have passed, and he doesn't care about waiting for another three years. He has built a foundation, and his longevity has reached three hundred, and it is worth spending this time to determine a Shuangxiu Taoist couple with excellent physique.

The two left the martial arts hall together, but not long after they walked out of the martial arts hall, a black figure had blocked the way of the two.

The person who came was long, and the pale white coarse cloth clothes could no longer see the original color, just because they were stained with blood, it turned out to be Lu Liang, who disappeared in the evening.

"Poof!"

In the distance of the street, a figure fell to the ground, struggling to breathe a few times, but soon lost its life because of the lack of air intake. This person is dead, and the murderer seems to be this Lu Liang, who has always been gentle to people?

How is this possible?

This is the question that Zhao Ming and Song Qingqing have in their minds at this time.

The words are divided into two ends.

Chen Paper Fan still couldn't bear to throw Lu Liang, the future junior brother, in the mountains, God knows what accidents will happen with this kid's slight cultivation.

She didn't want this top-secret task to be messed up because of her own negligence.

So she took Lu Liang back to Qingfeng City, and found an inn to settle down, so she left with peace of mind.

As for taking Lu Liang back to Qingyun Sect, she was not in a hurry, and finally came out for a trip, how could she do it without having a good time.

I watched a big drama of love and hatred for free today, isn't this much more interesting than sleeping in the sect and cultivating penance?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, Lu Liang, who has no worries, is very likely to leave this sad place, and if he wants to improve his strength and change this tragic fate, he can only have a chance by following her.

But when she couldn't take care of anything else, Lu Liang, who was lying in the inn, had a strange change.

I saw Lu Liang, who had a calm face, and his face slowly climbed up hideous.

A pair of hands clasped the bed as if he was about to grasp something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and they were already blood-red.

With a low roar coming from his throat, his body ejected, grabbed the short knife placed on the table, and rushed out of the room.

Immediately afterward, the whole inn resounded with screams, and after a while, these screams calmed down again.

He slaughtered the entire inn!

Lu Liang was covered in blood, his face was still hideous, and it was obvious that the brutal killing just now had not brought the slightest comfort to his crazy bloodthirsty soul.

Ignoring a severed arm at his feet, he walked straight out of the inn.

As a result, the screams sounded again, and the target he was going to was the Divine Mighty Martial Pavilion.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, and the guards in the city came to intercept and kill them halfway, but Lu Liang did not care about his own hard work, and he lost his armor and killed him.

Qingfeng City is only a remote town after all, and the captain of the guard with the highest cultivation in the city is just an Innate Realm martial artist, and he is not Lu Liang's opponent.

As for those who studied in the martial arts hall, either those with outstanding qualifications have already entered other sects, or those with mediocre qualifications have already given up cultivation, and the vast majority of them have no spiritual roots at all and cannot practice.

His qualifications and cultivation are indeed very average, but that is only relative, after all, the beginning of the Immortal Cultivation Sect is all people with spiritual roots.

But the so-called body cultivation spiritual root is already one in ten thousand, and who would waste the strength of a monk to garrison such a small border city.

So he rushed to kill so smoothly, and he could still come to Song Qingqing and Zhao Ming with spare strength.

There was no nonsense, Lu Liang rushed towards Zhao Ming with a low roar.

It was as if he had sensed something in the dark, and he was more excited to kill the man in front of him than those who only knew how to flee in terror.

But what he didn't realize was that the prey he was targeting was an existence that he would never be able to defeat.

Hearing a cold snort from Zhao Ming's mouth, Lu Liang flew out like a sandbag, spitting blood from his mouth, followed by a flying sword.

"Senior brother, stop!"

As soon as the two met, they were about to share life and death, and Song Qingqing's brain was hot and rushed forward to stop it.

In her opinion, this thing is too weird, what kind of character her junior brother is, she can't know it very well, where is the master who will come like this.

On the premise that it does not involve the relationship between men and women, she still defends this junior brother very much.

After more than ten years of friendship, she was not allowed to watch her junior brother die in front of her, not to mention that it was Zhao Ming who did it.

"Senior sister is confused, he's crazy!"

The corners of Zhao Ming's eyes twitched, and he said sharply.

This stupid woman.

"Senior Brother Song, can you restrain him first and ask ...... clearly"

"Poof!"

Before Song Qingqing finished speaking, a short knife had come out of her back, and Song Qingqing turned her head in disbelief.

No surprise, it was a familiar face, Lu Liang's face.

"Shaft dares!"

Zhao Ming's eyes widened, and he manipulated the flying sword to bypass Song Qingqing, and then slashed Lu Liang's neck with a sword.

The flying sword of the Zhuji Monk was too fast, even if Lu Liang was like a mad demon at this time, he became vulnerable in the face of absolutely powerful strength.

In the final analysis, he is just a third-level Qi cultivator.

Lu Liang, whose neck was cut, trembled, and subconsciously covered his neck with one hand, but the thick blood was like a flood that burst the embankment, and he couldn't stop it.

The life-and-death crisis made him feel a little clear, and then he saw the figure in front of him clearly, and also saw the knife in his hand.

"How... Probably ......"

There were countless thoughts in his head, countless images came to him, and he knew what he had just done.

But how is this possible?!!

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, but his throat had been cut, and only a "ho-ho" sound could be heard.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and his eyes were wide open in disbelief, and he was cut off from life.

......

The body is so light, like a spirit body, and the whole person seems to be wrapped in a sponge, which does not make people feel uncomfortable, but gives people warmth.

The surroundings were white and bright, and the light was a little dazzling.

And in this world like day, Lu Liang, as an observer, was slowly floating in the air at this time.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Liang followed the flow to the core of this space.

There was a stone platform, on which was suspended a sword, a black sword with a simple shape.

The black sword has no luster, but in the entire daytime world, it is the only one that seems to be a black hole that swallows everything, showing the most primitive black.

Lu Liang's speed as he approached the black sword slowly accelerated, like duckweed caught in a whirlpool, and when he sensed that he had completely touched the black sword, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The screen switches again, this time to a downtown area.

Fushou Street, he remembered.

He saw him when he was a child, sad because he was fostered to go to Old Man Song's house, and at this time he was sitting alone under the big maple tree in the center of Qingfeng City and crying.

The old man who has been a bachelor all his life is said to have died on the battlefield, and he has never seen that person until he died.

All I know is that one day a group of soldiers stormed the refugee ranks, grabbed a group of children, and threw them a sign each.

The sign said that it was their father, who was responsible for their upbringing.

Little Lu Liang also got a sign with the word Lu Zhi engraved on it, so he asked the fortune teller to give him a name, Lu Liang.

Although he has never seen Lu Zhi, Lu Liang agrees with this identity very much, just because he finally has a family.

The days of displacement in the early years made him deeply aware of how hard it was to live such a simple life.

He was grateful to Yan Guo for having such a system, and even more grateful to the man who used the money he exchanged for his life on him.

But all of this was ruined with a war report.

So, he was arranged to the Shenwei Martial Arts Pavilion, a completely unfamiliar place.

He wanted to go back, to go back to that home even if it was just him.

However, he couldn't go back, he didn't know the way at all.

Looking at the crowd of people coming and going on the street, the strangeness made him panic in the bottom of his heart.

At such a time, a seven-year-old child can only do the same thing as crying.

After a while, a little girl in a floral dress walked into the crowd, holding two strings of sugar gourds in her hands.

While gnawing in her mouth, she handed the other one to Xiao Lu Liang's side, "Little junior brother, do you want to eat?" ”

"Senior sister."

Xiao Lu Liang and Lu Liang, who were bystanders, spoke out in unison.

The space also vibrated at this time, the picture disappeared, and with it, there was also Lu Liang's spirit body, or consciousness body.

"Senior sister!"

Lu Liang screamed and jumped up from the bed.

Immediately, he touched his neck.

All right?!

What's the situation?

"Xiao Liangzi, it's time to go, the Wuyi Mountain Sect test is almost late!"

Old Man Song's voice sounded outside the house.