Meixi Mountain by Meixi Lake (middle)

He walked down the street.

No, hiding in the streets, to be exact.

There are many ways to hide, the deep mountains and old forests are hiding, and the lively market is hiding. But many people like the so-called "big hidden", they are mixed in the market, living an ordinary life. Far away from the swords and swords of the rivers and lakes, chic and happy and deceitful.

He was very weak, and walked out into the street in despair.

Even if a disciple of the Demon Dao walked in front of him, he couldn't recognize him as the Holy Son of the Holy Mountain.

The pursuit and killing orders of the various major sects have been issued, not only the Demon Dao, but even the remaining five major sects of the Righteous Dao have issued a pursuit and killing order, just like Li Zhiyi back then.

However, Li Zhiyi was not wanted by the Demon Dao back then, but was taken under the command of Blood Foshan.

Qing Jiu walked down the street in despair, the autumn wind was a little cold, his clothes were a little thin, and a golden leaf fell on his head.

He kept his head down, and he didn't bother to fix himself.

He began to lose his way and lose himself.

Qing Jiu didn't know where he should go or where he should hide.

In the past month, he has escaped countless pursuits. Those who are on the right path are famous for the sake of the heavens, and those who are on the devil's path are responsible for the temptation of the holy mountain.

At the beginning, he had the intention of taking revenge on the Holy Mountain to take revenge on Xu Chang'an, but now, his hatred for the two has not decreased, but he deeply feels powerless.

He is like a wandering spirit, walking aimlessly in the world.

Some pedestrians on the street, some are happy, some are sad, some hawkers shout loudly, some bosses shout angrily at Xiao Er, some businessmen bargain, some civilians frown over a piece of cloth, some children laugh, and some adults talk loudly.

But, no one noticed him. Except for a few beggars who squinted at him and cursed in their hearts something like "standing and walking as a beggar". Of course, he couldn't hear these words.

This feeling made him comfortable.

The autumn wind rises, the leaves fall, and the raindrops also meet this street unexpectedly.

Children, the elderly, merchants, women, peasants and even beggars fled the autumn rains.

Qing Jiu still walked forward, his head bowed, and a pair of feet blocked in front of him.

Good shoes, good fabrics, good soles. Under Qing Jiu's defenselessness, he quietly walked in front of him.

Qing Jiu raised his head and saw this man in black, with a hat and a sword at his waist.

I don't know if it was blown down by the wind or the raindrops, a golden leaf fell between the two of them.

As soon as Qing Jiu raised his hand, the fallen leaves that were about to fall to the ground flew upwards instead, like a sharp blade, rolled up by a layer of red, and stabbed at the hat man.

The hatsman stepped back, dodging the blow, and by the time he hit the ground, the sword was already unsheathed.

"You don't want to ask who sent me?"

The hat man said in a deep voice.

Qing Jiu shook his head and took out the holy relic of the holy mountain from his arms, which was also his weapon, a copper bowl.

"There's no need, now both the righteous and the demon are there

Hunt me down, do you have to ask?"

The hat-taker was silent, revealing a pair of eyes staring at Qing Jiu tightly.

At the moment when he decided to do it again, he finally spoke.

"Little Hou Ye still wants to know whose hands you died in. ”

After finishing speaking, the sword qi rolled up the rain and fallen leaves, and stabbed towards Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu's face changed at first, then he smiled, flew high, and dodged this sword qi.

He didn't expect Xu Changan to send someone to kill him, and among his enemies, only Xu Changan was the little marquis.

"Thank you for your master!"

The hatper stopped his long sword and looked at Qing Jiu in puzzlement.

"He sent someone to kill me, proving that I was a threat to him. ”

Qing Jiu stared at the hat man, refreshed, not the same person who had lost his soul just now.

"During this time, I was tired, like a lost dog, and I also thought about being killed by the so-called righteous or demonic people. Nor is it a way to go on like this. ”

"But your presence has made me feel motivated. ”

"Since he's afraid of me, I'm going to keep him scared!"

As he spoke, he raised the small bowl, and a red light struck.

The hat wanted to speak, but it was knocked away and landed heavily on the stall.

Qing Jiu would not be soft in the face of Xu Changan's people, so he immediately rushed forward, he didn't want to give the enemy any chance to prepare.

"Bang Bang!"

There was applause from the street corner, and a young man walked out.

Qing Jiu stopped and looked at the strange young man, who was wearing a brocade robe and his hair was dark green.

"The Holy Son is really different, I chased all the way, and I thought the Holy Son was going to give up!"

"Xu Changan's people, I naturally won't let it go!"

The young man smiled and bared his teeth and looked at the hat-bearer, who scattered and showed his face.

"The enemy of the enemy is the friend, and if the Son doesn't mind, we can make a friend. ”

Qing Jiu frowned and did not answer.

The young man said to the man beside him, "You can talk to him." ”

"In Xia Wang Huihai, Xu Chang'an's enemy on Shu Mountain. ”

Qing Jiu let down his guard, and as the young man said, the enemy of his enemy is his friend.

"So what?"

"As long as you cooperate with us, we have the resources or forces for cultivation. It can also help you escape from the enemy. ”

A light appeared in Qing Jiu's eyes, staring at the young man and saying, "What qualifications do you have?"

The young man was not annoyed, he spread out his long hair, and took out a knife to cut a cut on his finger, and dark green blood appeared in front of Qing Jiu's eyes.

The young man put the blood in a porcelain bottle, shook it and said to Qing Jiu: "As long as you want, I can help you, this blood can heal all your injuries." ”

Qing Jiu ignored him, walked towards him, and when he rubbed shoulders with him, he said lightly: "If you are not of my race, you are not qualified to cooperate with me." ”

The young man looked at Qing Jiu's side face and said confidently, "One day, you will be willing." I've had a little time lately, if you figure it out, you can call me by my name, my name is Zhan Xu. ”

Qing Jiu ignored him and passed by him.

Wang Huihai suddenly slapped at Qing Jiu's back, and Qing Jiu vomited blood at the corner of his mouth.

"It's not that I can't beat you, I just don't think I can hurt my own people. ”

Qing Jiu continued to walk forward, without being annoyed or looking back.

When Qing Jiu disappeared from view, Zhan Xu spoke in a low tone.

"I need an explanation. ”

"He hurt me, and it's not his own. ”

When Zhan Xu heard this, he glanced at Wang Huihai deeply, and without saying much, he turned around and left.

......

Wangxi Mountain.

These days, Xu Chang'an has made rapid progress, and even the sword fearlessness has been used with all his might, and he can only barely win Xu Changan with the use of "Fearless Technique".

Ji Qiuyang sighed and shook his head.

Naturally, he would not admit that "Dreadnought" was inferior to "Sword Breaking Technique", and the qualifications of this sword Dreadnought were always too bad compared to Xu Changan.

Jian Wuxing didn't dare to look up at Ji Qiuyang recently, he let his master down.

However, Jian Dreadnought has an advantage, he is harder than Xu Changan, and he is obsessed with swords than Xu Changan.

"There's no way, the demon sealing sword body, the posture of Tianhe, and the divine weapon in your hand, you can't beat it normally. Zheng Dajun said lightly, squinting.

"I made braised pork tonight, and I barely made a dish of five treasures, although it is not as good as your palace before, but it will be a bit. ”

"Oh, by the way, I'll let Xiaobai catch two more fish and make a soup. ”

Ji Qiuyang looked at Zheng Dayan, a fallen leaf happened to fall on him, Zheng Dayan wanted to speak, Ji Qiuyang put the fallen leaf on the ground.

"This is the fate of fallen leaves, everything has its own destiny, you can't escape, you can't hide. ”

Zheng Dayan lowered his head.

"Good food lately. ”

"You're thinking too much, it's just that I've been interested in cooking lately. ”

Ji Qiuyang smiled, no one would believe this reason.

"How much longer?"

With a smile and relief on his face, he looked at Zheng Dayan.

Zheng Dajun's face was ugly, a little tangled, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"In the Holy Church, there are more than a dozen enemies, and when they are old, if they are young, they may be able to recover. But now, my own business, I have a bit of a score myself. ”

Zheng Dayan sighed, compared one to two with his fingers, and then said, "Seven more days." ”

Ji Qiuyang nodded and glanced at the two teenagers who were still practicing swords.

"Those who can teach are taught, and the rest is up to them. There are only two months and seven days left, and you have to do a little bit of your own thing. ”

As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the Meixi Mountain opposite, the temple at the foot of the mountain.

"You have to face them, don't you?"

Birthday, there happens to be a big recommendation, ask for all kinds.