After speaking, Qingyun took out Ma Wang's baguette and letters from the treasure bag, and at this time he had already put the two things in Qi Fei's treasure bag and covered them as much as possible, in case the shrewd old man saw any clues.

After all, the treasure bag of the Qingxu Heavenly disciple should be much more advanced than the big road goods, anyway, he has never seen it.

Fortunately, all the energy of the Nogi Dao people at this time was focused on the yellow-brown baguette and the letter, and he didn't notice Qingyun's treasure bag, and after taking the letter, he couldn't wait to open it and read it.

At first, this old man was still angry and scolded, but later he couldn't stop sighing, until finally he choked silently, like a lonely old man who lost his son in his old age, and became a little lonely, with a stiff back.

Although it is not Qingyun's original intention to read people's letterheads, it is a matter of life and wealth, even if he agrees to pass the letter, he needs to ensure safety, so Qingyun has naturally read the content of the letter.

It's nothing more than sorry for Master, now that I have obtained the Spirit Stone Pill, I will come to Master to do my filial piety after I get ahead.

But Nogi Laodao's mind is otherwise, Ma Wangnai is the apprentice he brought up since he was a child, treat him like a parent, although he is a little more domineering outside on weekdays, he still respects him, in his opinion, his apprentice must be in order not to affect the master, so he has to go away and fly high.

After all, there were outsiders present at the time, and the words that spread out made it clear that they had nothing to do with themselves.

That's why I thought that it was Ma Wang's filial piety to escape with the treasure, and in the end, he burst into tears and almost cried.

In fact, the dead Mawang really thought so.

Listening to this old man's snot and tearful self-talk, Qingyun slowly understood the other party's thoughts, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Could it be that Ma Wang is really a piece of filial piety? Hey, even if his filial piety touches the heavens and the earth, now I am afraid that only Sensen white bones are left, I am the one who killed him, and I am the one who sent his last words, how to tell it!"

Qingyun's heart immediately became complicated, indescribable, some bitter, some helpless, and more desolate.

To this day, he still thinks that Ma Wang is not a good man, but even if he is really a heinous murderer, his letters have given the poor old man, who has just been seriously injured, a hope for life.

And in the eyes of the Nogi Daoren, at least the baby apprentice has his own chance, and he will definitely come back in the future, and it is always better to be missing than to be dead, isn't it?

As for the authenticity of the letter, Nogi Michito does not doubt him.

The handwriting was clearly from Ma Wang himself, and he recognized it, and although he wrote it with obvious trembling, it turned into a result of excitement in the eyes of the people of Nogi Dao.

In addition, the kid surnamed Qin in front of him is a person from Qin Chengtian's side, and the matter of Qingxu Tiandou is known to the world, but Danlin is the sect master, so he really doesn't need to help Danlin in this matter.

Being able to tell the truth is already precious, so the words of the white-clothed monk must be a deception.

Their purpose is that Ye Mu Lao Dao doesn't know and doesn't want to know, this is no longer something that his cultivation can manage.

The other party even dared to frame the closed disciple of the Qingxu Heaven Sect Master, and the origin must be not small, now he just wants to be able to recover from his injuries as soon as possible and save his life, and then look around for his disciples, as for anything else, he doesn't want to ask more.

Qingyun looked at the poor old man who was still dozens of years old immediately after reading the letter, and his heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle.

The only disciple on the other side was killed by him with his own hands, but now he is grateful to Dade as a life-saving benefactor, and even turned over the cabinet and sent hundreds of spirit stones as gifts, making him feel guilty and difficult to accept.

Finally, after a thousand thanks from the people of Nogi Dao, Qingyun quietly left his mansion with a heart full of guilt.

Before leaving, he felt that he could no longer pretend to be a famous disciple, so he breathed a long sigh of relief, and after turning his back on his face, he returned to his normal self.

"When did I learn to disguise, and I can't even see through the old-timers of the Yuanhua Realm?"

While descending the mountain, Qingyun kept questioning himself.

In the past, he was a simple mountain boy, able to read and write, and if there was no accident, it is estimated that Yan Liangshan would also marry his granddaughter Yan Nanzhi to him, take a beautiful daughter-in-law, and live his whole life.

But in just three years, he has become an "immortal" who can disguise, lie, and even kill, what is going on?

He is not afraid of his own changes, after all, people change, just as now he has begun to slowly feel that he can never forget his original intention for the rest of his life, and then he has always been this kind of statement is ridiculous.

But what Qingyun is afraid of is that he has become the person he once hated the most, such as Chen Quan'er, such as Zhuo Bufan, such as Ma Wang, such as Qi Fei, and those who seek to kill others for their own interests.

He even inexplicably thought of Yang Liu, the maid in the palace of the old man in Qianzhong City.

It's just that after such a long time, he can only vaguely remember the figure waving to him in the dusk, but he can't remember the little red face and the color of her dress.

Qingyun is not blindly thinking about the beautiful scenery in the past, but on the fork in the road he has walked, between hesitating left and right, he asks himself again and again, whether my choice has ever wavered.

In other words, if it is shaken, what is behind the shake.

If I could have made a new choice at that time, would my life have become what it is now? Will I still have blood on my hands and do whatever it takes to survive?

The answers to these questions are, of course, unsolvable, there is no regret medicine in the world to take, and it can be said that there is no so-called choice in the world, because as long as you make a decision, then there is no so-called choice.

Qingyun smiled self-deprecatingly, looking at the sunset that was slowly falling, he remembered the day when Ma Wang and Qi Fei's ashes were buried, and the afterglow of the sunset was obviously more gorgeous than today.

Then he seemed to smell the rich, disgusting, burnt smell again.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

After coming to the unfamiliar Qingshui Town again, Qingyun thought so. The last time he was kidnapped by Xiao Luo's family, he was unconsciously taken to Wuhua Mountain, so he didn't feel much on the way.

Now it was his turn to go down the mountain and follow the route given by the mountain people to the town, and only then did he realize the gap between himself and Xiao Luo's cultivation.

Today's Qingyun is a cultivation in the middle stage of spiritual induction, although it is still very weak in the cultivation realm, but if this kind of strength is placed in the mortal world, it will also exceed the level of a first-class master.

But that's it, it took him three days to get to Qingshui Town, and Xiao Luo still had less than half a day to mention that he was asleep, and he still had enough strength to say, I have to say that there is a gap like a gully between the Spirit Attraction Realm and the Yuanhua Realm.

There was nothing important for Qingyun to come to Qingshui Town this time, but after he happened to hear that Wan Guliu and Wan Congfang were missing a few days ago, he wanted to come over and take a look, so he didn't go all out.

But he was still a little worried that Witch Xiao would kill the father and daughter of Wanguliu in order to hide her own affairs.

Although she had already taken care of herself when she left, Qingyun didn't dare to be careless about this cold-blooded witch.

"You'll have to hide from her in the future, at least until you can beat her. ”

Qingyun was sure in his heart.

Even though more than half a year has passed now, he still remembers the way Xiao Luoyi resolutely gave up his right hand in order to get out of his control.

It was a calm expression of Gu Jing Wubo, the piercing pain and pale complexion seemed to be able to coexist harmoniously on her, and it was no wonder that Xiao Qi commented on her as a heroine among women.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Qi still had the last bit of true spirit power at that time, he would have exploded a surprise attack while he was unprepared, I was afraid that he would have slept with Ma Wang and them now.

No, the witch probably wouldn't have dug a pit to bury him for herself, so whenever she remembered what happened at that time, Qingyun always felt a little creepy.

Unless he has absolute strength, he thinks that at least in terms of ruthlessness and reflexes, he is by no means the opponent of this witch, let alone cultivation.

When people are absent-minded, time often flies.

Although there is no advanced body technique, in this town, where the vast majority of people are mortals, Qingyun still relied on his "high-strength" cultivation to easily find the "Wan's Medical Hall" that day.

From the outside, the medical hall already looks sluggish, but the door knocker is still shining, as if someone is knocking on the door every day.

"It is estimated that there have been many people who have come to ask for accounts recently. ”

Looking at the glittering, even faintly dazzling copper door knocker, Qingyun couldn't help but smile and remembered that Lao Wan owed his debts.

Immediately, he remembered that Xiao Luo had said to Wan Guliu that before he kidnapped him that day, he would write off the debts, and now it seems that it is really difficult to do business with Xiao Witch.

Shaking his head secretly, Qingyun let go of his slightly furrowed eyebrows, after all, these have nothing to do with him, lifting his breath, a somersault turned into the inner courtyard, with his slender and tall figure, there is an indescribable handsome amount of chic.

Looking around, Qingyun found that there was not the slightest popularity in the courtyard, which made his heart sink.

But after a look, there was no trace of a fight, and there were signs of hurriedly packing in several rooms, all kinds of clues indicate that the father and daughter should have chosen to travel far away.

At worst, it is better to leave the house and find a hidden place to hide, than to be killed.

Looking at the empty eaves in the middle courtyard, the big stone in Qingyun's heart fell quietly, he sat by the well in the courtyard, stared at the same empty beam, and thought:

"This Wanguliu should be a person who values the inheritance of the sect, and now he has even put away the hot gold plaque, probably planning to leave this place for a long time. ”

Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but sigh and said softly:

"I hope we can meet again. ”

PS: Why don't you have a big guy comment, it's good to make some suggestions~