After passing through the Sanju Mountains and the Sixteen Cities, the two of them had already come to the outside of the Jin Kingdom.

The heavy rain gradually died down, and as far as the eye could see, it was a desert desert city with no greenery.

In the world of yellow sand, there is a dilapidated inn, lit with a dim oil lamp, painstakingly running a few businesses.

The innkeeper of one side held her chin in every possible way, snatched the abacus of the bookkeeper, and fiddled with the abacus without any palm.

She wailed weakly: "No business......"

An inn that makes a lot of money every year, but now thinks that the heavy rain and bad weather in the Great Jin Dynasty have caused people who are engaged in business in other countries to gradually enter the land of the Jin Kingdom.

With less coming and going, her inn is becoming more and more deserted.

After more than ten days, there was also a guest.

Every day, I order a plate of peanuts, a pot of turbid wine, and sit all day.

The man gently shook the wine jug in his hand, found that it was empty, and said with a smile: "Xiao Er, serve the wine!"

The little second brother went to the wine cabinet to get wine, and muttered in a low voice: "Where did the poor and blind man come from, it's been three days, and the ones you order are the cheapest bad wine." ”

The proprietress lazily lifted her eyes: "What so much nonsense! It's good to have guests, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, take the wine." ”

"Oh......"

Although this ragged guest had been at the inn for three days, the proprietress still couldn't help but keep her eyes on him.

Under a shabby old robe, the trouser legs were broken to the knees, and the pair of withered yellow and thin legs were like two thin sticks, and the skin was wrapped in bones, and there were not a few taels of flesh left.

looks like a down-and-out warrior, but the facial features on his face are extremely obvious Confucianism, and his eyebrows are gentle, more like a bitter scholar.

There was a broken sword on his lap, the blade didn't know how many gaps had been knocked out, and the groove part of the sword was covered with the green and ancient rust of the vicissitudes of life, looking at an abandoned ancient sword.

I don't know where this man offended the cruel enemy, his eyes were sewn up with iron threads, and he looked really miserable.

The proprietress sighed, thinking that the cold and hard heart that she had practiced after years of rolling on the rivers and lakes was still a little softer.

He ordered Xiao Er, who had just taken the wine: "I remember that there is a leftover braised pork for dinner tonight, bring a plate to this person, knock peanuts for a day, and the old lady looks dull for him." ”

The little second brother is obviously accustomed to the occasional kindness of the proprietress, so he responded weakly and went to serve braised pork.

The man's eyes are not good, but his ears are excellent, and he got up slightly and made a deep bow to the proprietress to express his gratitude.

The proprietress sneered: "Sure enough, it's a poor scholar, don't bow down, the old lady is not a kind-hearted Bodhisattva, anyway, this inn is empty, it's not impossible to keep you for a few days, just wait until the Great Jin Tribulation passes, after the circulation of personnel, if you can't afford to stay in the silver, then you will consciously get out!"

Xu is the breeze on his sleeves and the shyness in his pocket, and the man has an excellent temperament.

He smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, girl, tonight is the time for Ye to leave." ”

As he spoke, he shook his sleeve and took out a bean-sized piece of silver and placed it on the table.

He smiled a little shyly: "I'm sorry, but this silver is only enough to pay for wine and peanuts." ”

The proprietress frowned: "Your surname is Ye?"

The man smiled and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

The proprietress stopped with her fingers playing with the abacus: "It's nothing, I just remembered that two years ago, my inn also welcomed a young guest surnamed Ye." ”

Speaking of this, the proprietress had a little more smile on her young face: "Gu Jinyan, who has no conscience, is cowardly, seeing that the young man is handsome, I thought that it was a little lady who came out to walk the rivers and lakes in disguise as a man, and after a little teasing, I realized that the young man was the son of the Ye family in Yong'an City." ”

Speaking of this, the smile on the proprietress faded: "It's a pity, the face is thin, this good-looking young man doesn't have a long life." ”

It was obviously the first time that the man had heard someone describe the word "blushing life" on a young man, and he couldn't help but laugh on his face.

"Squeaky ......"

The dilapidated inn door was gently pushed open by a long, pale hand.

The proprietress was happy in her heart, and her heart was finally a visitor, but it was good if she was a poor guest again.

Turning his head to stare at the past, he met those cold eyes that were dark red like blood.

The proprietress couldn't help but shudder, and for a moment she thought that she had seen the eyes of the powerful ghost of Huangquan, and her body was cold.

In the blink of an eye, it was a black-clothed young man who was too beautiful to speak, with a bright red blood umbrella pinned to his waist, and the color of the umbrella formed a strong and vivid color difference with the black clothes on his body like night.

The young man was born thin and thin, with thin lips and slightly pursed skin, and his skin was pale and not like a living person.

In the vast and heavy night dew, it is like a beautiful evil ghost walking out of the nine shadows of the Yellow Spring.

As he pushed the door in, the old broken wooden door creaked and splattered with dust, leaving a faint mark of ash on his emaciated shoulders.

At this moment, there was another young man with handsome facial features and a black-robed body behind the young man.

He reached out and patted the dust on her shoulder, looking very well-behaved, not as cold as the former.

However, it was such an appropriate act of slapping the ashes, which slapped a few touches of yellow spring coldness off the black-clothed young man's body, and his blood-colored dark eyes rippled slightly, and it didn't look like he was so cold and dead.

The proprietress raised her eyebrows lightly, and said professionally in a sharp voice: "Are the two guest officers sharp, or are they staying in the hotel?"

Before Wu Ying could speak, he heard a chuckle from the ragged man in the inn.

The tone is still polite and gentle, but the words spoken are very unkind.

"Hostess, he doesn't shoot and doesn't stay in the shop, because this person is going to leave with me. ”

The proprietress looked at this person in a daze: "What are you doing?" ”

Wu Ying's palm quietly held the evil spear behind him, and the warmth of the newly rising popularity in his dark blood-red eyes disappeared in time.

He stared at the man whose eyes couldn't be opened, and his voice was extremely heavy: "Who are you?"

A few deep laugh lines appeared in the corners of the man's eyes that were stitched with iron wire, but the astonishing hostility and murderous intent in his body were released without concealing it at all.

The whole person is like a brilliant holy mountain hanging above the future of the world, with a clear and restrained atmosphere, but it can make people feel the domineering infinite sword intent in his body.

"It's just an academy dean who has been defeated for thousands of years and no one knows about it. ”

His tone was extremely flat, but there was a kind of bland pride in his bones.

The abacus in the proprietress fell on the table with a snap, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

"Dean?" Wu Ying's eyebrows sank slightly, and he was slightly confused for a moment, and then he stretched out: "Big Buddha Academy, Ye Junqian, are you still alive?"

Ye Junqian stroked the blade of the sword with the palm of his hand with nostalgia on his face, and he had a polite and indifferent smile on his face: "The sword that Mr. passed to me, I haven't understood it yet, it's really ...... Don't dare to die. ”

Wu Ying stretched out his arms and protected the young innocent circle behind him.

With deep eyes narrowed, with a few hints of sneer, he carefully examined Ye Junqian's appearance:

"If your husband sees you living like this now, I'm afraid he will be disappointed, right?"

Ye Junqian's fingers stiffened, and his usually perfect and gentle face finally produced a trace of imperfect anger:

"Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say this? I am my husband's favorite disciple, although I have not been with him for a long time, but he gives me a sword and a sword, which is a great respect for me, and I am the only one in the whole world who knows the real master. ”

Wu Ying smiled, and under the backdrop of that smile, her dark red eyes were a little more bloody: "You are really narcissistic." ”

Ye Junqian returned to the indifferent gentlemanly demeanor of Fang Cai, and he said: "The braised pork in this inn should be delicious, but I can't wait for the time when the braised pork is served." Huangquan ghost baby, you should die, and as early as 10,000 years ago, it should have rotted in the silt at the bottom of the river, turning into nutrients for the blood tree. ”

Wu Ying sneered, and before he could speak, the arm that was protecting the innocent suddenly tightened.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the innocent look was extremely excited and grabbed her arm, the green tendons on the back of the hand loomed, and a pair of eyes exuded the ruthlessness of a lone wolf at night.

Even though he couldn't say a word, there was a low, hoarse and dangerous sound in his throat.

Ye Junqian had already felt that there was another person by Wu Ying's side, but his target was only Wu Ying alone, and he didn't pay much attention to this person.

Now when I heard this movement, I realized that this young man who was faintly exuding a demonic aura from the inside and outside was actually quite defending that extreme demon.

The evil ghost of Huangquan can even be so lovingly maintained?

It's also extremely difficult.

Ye Junqian secretly sighed in his heart.

"I don't want to ruin this inn, presumably you don't want the person around you to be innocently affected, thousands of miles away, Huangsha Deserted City, I'm waiting for you to fight!"

Ye Junqian smiled slightly and slowly walked out of the inn.

The yellow sand rolled over the sky, and the ragged back disappeared from the inn.

Wu Ying turned around slowly, staring at the young man with dark and blood-like eyes: "You are here waiting for me to come back." ”

Innocent slowly let go of her arm, his eyes watched her without blinking, his supple eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't do too much entanglement, and nodded obediently.

Wu Ying never thought that one day he could become so well-behaved.

I couldn't hold back for a while, and my deep slender fingers pinched his clean cheeks: "Really obedient." ”

Letting go of her fingers, she untied the blood umbrella hanging on her body, carefully hung it on her innocent waist, and said: "Back then, I was looking for trouble with her in the maple leaf forest, and I had a fight with her, but I didn't really want to trouble her, but I was a little unwilling.

...... The heart is hers, the eyes are hers, and even the umbrella is hers. No matter how painful the bite was, no matter how many times the memory was hollowed out, that person still had a crimson memory in his heart.

When I fell into the Santu River, I tasted the joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows of the world, the ups and downs, and the sour feelings did not feel so sour when they entered the body.

But seeing her wearing red clothes and holding a blood umbrella, I began to feel wrong all over my body, every strand of hair was very sore, and I had a bad heart for a while, wanting to bully her a little, to see what is so rare about her treasure for so many years, even the umbrella that she has to bring with her in reincarnation?"