In a city in the western region of the Lotus Flower, there is a figure of eight-character nonsense man walking leisurely on the street with a banner on his shoulder, and he is still humming a little tune.

If Zhou Qingdui could definitely recognize him here, this person was the fortune teller who had inexplicably disappeared in that stone city before.

However, at this time, he no longer had the black mark on his forehead.

I saw that this eight-character nonsense man was walking, and suddenly as if he had hit a wall, he took a step back, raised his head to look at the person in front of him, and was about to open his mouth to scold his mother. After he saw this person's face clearly, his complexion changed.

At some point, a man with a hat-like face appeared in front of him, ordinary people may not be able to see it, but he can see that there is still a black gas on this person's hand.

After the eight-character nonsense man saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank, a cold sweat broke out on his body, and he forced a smile and said, "Master Xuan, why do you have time to come to me today?" ”

The person who came was none other than the Tianqian Eastern Regions, among the masters of the Daomen, the famous "big devil" Xuan Jiu.

Xuan Jiu stared coldly at the eight-character nonsense man, and said coldly: "Someone is making trouble like this behind his back, is it because I don't exist anymore?" ”

Seeing this scene, the eight-character nonsense man put away the smile on his face, his face was unusually calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Xuan Jiu, what do you mean by this?" ”

"What are you? Do you deserve to call me by my name? Xuan Jiu's face immediately changed when he heard this, and he stretched out a hand and hit the Taoist in the face.

Syllable!

The eight-character nonsense man immediately felt a hot pain on his face, he touched his face, and glared at the person in front of him.

The eight-character nonsense man looked at Xuan Jiu and said coldly: "Domineering, worthy of being the devil Xuan Jiu, he is really domineering." ”

Xuan Jiu's face was unwavering: "It's just a matter of sneaking some small moves behind your back, you dare to calculate his head, he Ye Jingan doesn't care, Lao Tzu cares!" ”

"Xuan Jiu! Are you really going to tear your face to such an extent? You don't see it, it's good for you and me to turn a blind eye, can't you? The eight-character nonsense man stared at Xuan Jiu and said coldly.

Xuan Jiu smiled disdainfully, and said coldly: "I said, you are not qualified to call me by my name, if you don't give me an explanation today, you will never leave so easily." ”

After that, Xuan Jiu made a gesture and fanned it with another palm.

At this time, the eight-character nonsense man suddenly slammed the banner in his hand to the ground, and an extremely strong aura swung out of the banner in his hand, and the palm that Xuan Jiu was about to swing was directly shocked back.

Seeing this, Xuan Jiu sneered: "What? Daoist Qi is going to fight me in a fight? ”

The eight-character nonsense man did not speak, and the banner with the word "Daofa" written in his hand shook, and the two were wrapped in a burst of black gas. Soon, in the sky, there was a sound of thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them came to the top of the sky.

Xuan Jiu was a little surprised when he saw this scene, and then stared at the banner in the hand of the Taoist. After a while, Xuan Jiu said coldly: "I didn't expect this thing to be in your hands." It seems that you are not that wasteful. But do you think you can deal with me with this thing? ”

Then, Xuan Jiu spread out one palm and faced the sky, and there seemed to be some kind of power pouring into Xuanjiu's palm in the sky. Immediately after, Xuan Jiu suddenly shook it and threw a fist.

Seeing this, the Bazi Lake Daoist narrowed his pupils, and then slammed the banner in his hand in front of him.

Xuan Jiu's punch containing the power of the Heavenly Dao quickly hit the banner of the eight-character nonsense man, but he failed to hit the eight-character nonsense man and pounced.

Xuan Jiu frowned, and when he looked fixedly, there was no longer the eight-character nonsense man in front of him, only a tattered banner remained.

Xuan Jiuyi came to the tattered banner in an instant, gently stretched out his hand to feel the breath in it, and finally looked down, and said softly: "Leave a doppelganger that even I haven't seen through, a golden cicada out of its shell." However, this matter will not be left at that! ”

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life stretched out a hand and squeezed it gently. In the air in front of him, there were wisps of things that began to condense continuously, and finally after a burst of separation and fusion, a "Eight-Character Nonsense Man" wearing a Taoist robe was formed.

However, at this time, the "eight-character nonsense man" not only has an illusory body, but also has empty eyes, and he seems to have no vitality at all.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Jiu's face turned cold, and he stretched out a hand to choke the neck of the remnant soul in front of him, and Sen Ran said, "It's a pity that you haven't cut off the connection with your remnant soul yet!"

The words fell, and a needle of light burst out of Xuan Jiu's eyes, piercing straight into the forehead of the "person" in front of him. Subsequently, the "eight-character nonsense man" that Xuan Jiu pinched actually began to bleed from the seven orifices, and finally exploded suddenly, completely scattered!

Somewhere, the eight-character nonsense man who was fleeing with the banner was bleeding in an instant, his face was weak, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and his face was unwilling to roar: "Xuan Jiu!"

At this moment, his aura also began to deteriorate rapidly, and his realm began to plummet for thousands of miles, and in just an instant, he turned into a gray-haired old man, dying.

Xuan Jiu, who was still on that heavenly dome, said coldly: "There will be a next time, it will no longer be as simple as falling into the realm, I will definitely want you to completely lose your soul!"

Immediately, Xuan Jiu's figure slowly disappeared into the sky.

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In Kuzen Temple, the old monk who was talking to Zhou Qingwan and the three suddenly looked up in a certain direction, but quickly retracted his gaze.

In the end, after the old monk explained for a while, he took the three of them to rest.

At night, Zhou Qingdui lay on the bed and touched his forehead that had been nodded by the old monk, and his mind was still in his mind what the great sage of Buddhism said today. In his heart, he actually didn't understand why the old monk would fall, after all, it was not difficult for the old monk to live for thousands of years. But for these, Zhou Qingdui didn't ask, how well did he know in his heart, how could these secrets be easily told to him?

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qingdui remembered his experience in that strange stone city in the past few days, why did that eight-character nonsense man disappear inexplicably? Why isn't Xiao Yue'er in the city, and why is she not a dead thing like him? And most importantly, what is that black gas? Also, the Dust Sorrow Monk seemed to see the uniqueness of the little girl next to him at the first glance when he entered the door, but he didn't break it. Why is that?

There are many questions, which really disturb Zhou Qingdu's sleep. So Zhou Qingwan got up after putting on her clothes, and after covering Xiao Yue'er on the small bed on the side, she walked out of the door. As soon as Zhou Qingdui walked out of the door, he saw Yang Zhao leaning against the stone fence on the side, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking at the crescent moon, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhou Qingwan also took out the wine gourd from the storage bag, stepped forward and gently patted Yang Zhao's shoulder, leaned on the side, and raised the wine gourd to take a sip.

Yang Zhao turned his head, saw this scene, chuckled, raised the wine bottle in his hand and touched the wine bottle in Zhou Qingdu's hand lightly, and drank a big sip.

"What kind of wine did you drink?"

"Spring mud."

"Coincidentally, so did I."