"Guest officer, I can't write this rune paper to you. I can't afford this meager cultivation of the Poor Dao, so don't look for me again, the Poor Dao will leave immediately. The figure-of-eight nonsense man with the same black mark on his forehead suddenly began to clean up his stall for some reason, and then said again.

How could Zhou Qingwan let go of someone who might know something about this here? So, seeing this, Zhou Qingdui did not hesitate to thrust the fairy sword in his hand into the stall of the eight-character nonsense man.

This movement made the eight-character nonsense man also stop the movements of his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Young man, what do you have to do with the poor road?" Aren't you embarrassed for me? ”

Zhou Qingdui didn't say anything, just looked at him like this.

At this time, the eight-character nonsense man moved his eyes to the sword inserted in his stall, and scolded his mother: "Mother, Chaolu, one of the four fairy swords in the world, has appeared here." God, the poor road is just this meager cultivation, I'm afraid this trip is not going to fall directly to death! ”

All of a sudden, there was a lot of grief.

Zhou Qingwan didn't understand the fortune teller's meaning, but asked indifferently, "Do you know where this is?" ”

When the eight-character nonsense man heard this, he immediately laughed and said: "Where do you know the little one, you are so kind and virtuous that you let the small one go, the poor road really can't afford to wade through this troubled water!" ”

"Say!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Qingdu's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he patted the sword body of the fairy sword Chaolu, and a fierce sword aura suddenly emerged on the sword body. The objects on the stall of the eight-character Hu Daoist began to be damaged by this sword qi, and when he saw this, he hurriedly transported out a true qi to block the sword qi of this fairy sword, and protected the guy who was eating with a distressed face.

"Uncle, the little one said! You collect the sword qi first, and the poor road is this little bit of belongings! The eight-character nonsense man hurriedly said.

Zhou Qingdui pulled out the fairy sword that was inserted in the fortune-telling stall of the eight-character nonsense man, but unexpectedly, the eight-character nonsense man saw this and put away the objects on his stall with lightning speed, turned around and wanted to run.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingdu's face sank, raised the fairy sword in his hand, and slashed out with a sword. Although it is difficult for Zhou Qingwan to mobilize his true qi now, fortunately, there is already the sword qi left by Sword Immortal Qi Yan in this immortal sword morning dew, and it is naturally easy to deal with a guy in the condensation realm.

Although this sword did not hit the eight-character nonsense, it cut off one of the corners of his clothes, and also made the Taoist collapse to the ground in fright. Strangely, the pedestrians around them walked on their own as if they had never seen this scene before.

Zhou Qingdui carried the sword and walked towards the eight-character nonsense man step by step, his eyes were indifferent.

In the end, when the eight-character nonsense man stood up, he still insisted on leaving. Zhou Qingdui threw the sword in his hand violently, and this peerless immortal sword with its innate strong sword intent directly blocked the foot of the eight-character nonsense man.

The eight-character nonsense man was blocked by this sword, and he didn't dare to take a step forward, but he just turned his head indifferently, and Zhou Qingdui had already come behind him.

"Uncle, you are forcing me to die, be a man and leave a line, and we will see you in the future!" The eight-character nonsense man howled bitterly.

However, Zhou Qingwan couldn't do this favor at this moment, and said indifferently: "Sir, if you don't tell me what you want to know today, I can't just let you go like this." ”

When the eight-character nonsense man heard this, he didn't have the posture of wanting to leave, but looked up at the sky above him, sighed, and said as if resigned to his fate: "You come with Poor Dao." ”

With that, the Figure-Eight Hudao man stepped past the sword standing in front of him and walked towards the other side of the city.

The eight-character nonsense man suddenly let go of his mouth, but Zhou Qingdui was also surprised.

After Zhou Qingdui heard this, he pulled out the fairy sword on the ground and followed the footsteps of the eight-character nonsense man.

As the eight-character nonsense man walked to a certain place without stopping with the things he packed in the bag, Zhou Qingdui also crossed several alleys unconsciously, but Zhou Qingdui didn't notice all this, and he didn't care.

Nothing to say all the way.

After a long time, the Bazi Hudao man stopped in front of a house. There is no plaque in this house, as if the ownerless house is rooted in this strange city.

Then, in Zhou Qingdu's eyes, the eight-character nonsense man who used fortune-telling as his job took out a key from his arms and opened the door of the house with ease.

After the two entered the house, the Bazi Hudao man put down the package in his hand in the courtyard, and hurriedly looked around in front of the house, and then hurriedly closed the door and sat on the stone sill at the door gasping for breath.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingdui was speechless, and let the eight-character nonsense man gasp.

Soon, before Zhou Qingdui could speak, the deep voice of the eight-character nonsense man resounded in Zhou Qingdu's ears.

"This city is not a good place, and if you don't want to stay longer, I have a plan to help you get out."

Zhou Qingdui thought for a while, and then said, "Why? ”

The eight-character nonsense man showed a trace of impatience on his face, patted his thigh, and said: "This matter is a long story, and I don't want to be involved in this thing, so you can say whether you want to go or not." ”

At this time, the Bazi Hudao people seemed to have changed into a different person, and they were no longer as cowering as before.

"How to get there?" Zhou Qingwan thought for a while, and then spoke.

A smile immediately appeared on the face of the eight-character nonsense man when he heard this, but he quickly recovered as before, and said in a deep voice: "After dark today, go to the southeast gate, use the sword in your hand to make a cut, and you can get out." Then let's just say that, and don't ask me anything about the rest. ”

"Dao Chief, won't you come with me?" After thinking a little about the words of the eight-character nonsense, Zhou Qingwei quickly realized a problem.

Hearing this, the eight-character nonsense man sighed and said, "I can't leave if I want to, okay, don't ask." That's all I can tell you. Next, even if you want to ask, I can't beat you with that sword, but even if you threaten my life, I will never answer again. ”

Zhou Qingwan didn't say much when he heard this, and when the eight-character nonsense man said this, he really didn't want to ask again.

However, Zhou Qingwan couldn't fully believe the words of the eight-character nonsense at this time. But at this time, there is no other way but to wait until tonight to give it a try. If the Taoist in front of him deceived himself, Zhou Qingdui also believed that even if he couldn't use his cultivation, with the sword in his hand, he could completely seek justice for himself!

Then, the eight-character nonsense man ignored Zhou Qingdui and walked to the house by himself.

"Dao Chief, can you still help me write two talismans to pray for blessings and disasters?" Zhou Qingdui's voice suddenly sounded, stopping the eight-character nonsense.

The eight-character nonsense man turned his head and stared at Zhou Qingdu, as if he was saying in his eyes, you guy, the atmosphere is all here, and you don't forget to ask Poor Dao to write you a rune paper?

But soon, the Taoist sighed and said, "Write down the birthday of the person you want to pray for on a piece of paper, and if it is a deceased person, write it down along with the time of that person's death." Don't charge money, let's go early. It's not a good place! ”

After less than a stick of incense, Zhou Qingdu's hands clenched two pieces of rune paper, only to hear the young man in white read softly: "On the road to reincarnation, you will be safe." ”