The old beggar easily dodged a move, "If we don't go, you'll be beaten to death!"

Xiaoqing slashed another sword and continued to shout: "It's better to kill than now! You tricked me into coming here in the first place!"

After dodging many swords in a row, the floor in front of the entire council hall was already in tatters, and the old beggar didn't want to hide anymore, so he stretched out his hand and flicked the big sword that rushed over, and Xiaoqing turned back with his sword.

This move stunned many people present, but no one dared to step forward, and they couldn't stand this sword.

Seeing that Xiaoqing was going to continue fighting, the old beggar reprimanded: "Look at yourself, don't you know what you are capable of? Take a sword that is the best in the world, even the seven sons of Qingcheng can't beat it, are you embarrassed to say that you will go to him and send him to death together? Or do you want to wait for others to rob you of your things, and then he will be killed by others in order to protect you?"

Xiaoqing grinded her teeth, she couldn't hold out tears in her eyes anymore, and she shed some uncontrollly.

The old beggar continued: "Do you know how Xiao Hei died? Do you know who killed him? You still want to go, you can't beat anyone with a hundred!"

Xiaoqing didn't care so much, gritted his teeth and rushed up again, but the old beggar pinched the sword body with one hand, and he couldn't move forward for half a point, "I've been arrogant in Qingcheng Mountain for a long time, and I forgot how I was beaten by others in the first place, right?

After speaking, he let go of his hand, swept to Xiaoqing's side in one step, kicked Xiaoqing in the stomach, and turned back more than ten times with his sword.

Three of them came from Li Qingshan's side, and one of them asked, "Old Li, who is this person?"

"It's complicated, I'll tell you later!" Li Qingshan shook his head helplessly.

Then the whole square was the phantom of the old beggar, punching and kicking Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing was always in the air, and he fell and beat again.

It wasn't until his nose and face were swollen that he was half-kneeling on the ground that the old beggar stopped, and although the people around him were relieved, they were beaten too hard.

The old beggar standing in front of Xiaoqing continued: "Look, do you have a chance to fight back?

Xiao Qing raised his head fiercely, picked up his big sword and jumped forward, slashing at the old beggar.

"When ......"

A sword slashed at the old beggar's shoulder, unscathed.

Xiao Qing stepped back again and again, then threw the sword in his hand casually and inserted it into the roof of the council hall, and then it continued to grow larger, inserting it into the ground of the council hall, and half of it was exposed through the roof.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan and the others hurriedly walked to the square to check, and everyone was shocked.

Xiao Qing wiped her tears, turned around and flew into the distance, and Xiao Lu hurriedly followed.

The old beggar patted the place on his shoulder that was cut by Xiaoqing, and muttered, "This girl still has a little conscience!"

Li Qingshan and the others walked up to the old beggar and asked, "What's going on......?"

"A little beggar I met at the beginning, I bought her candy a few times and was bought!

Li Qingshan continued to ask: "Then this Li Fuchen is dead, should we do something for him?"

The old beggar continued to shake his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said: "It's not necessarily dead, it's a little weird, and the hand that moved him is also broken! Obviously, the reason why the other party is alive is waiting for that kid to take revenge in person, and I can't see through this kid!"

Then Xiao Lu hurriedly ran over, panting and said, "Senior, Master, Xiao Qing...... Xiaoqing, she entered the Qingying Secret Realm......"

Li Xuanshan ran out and said to Li Qingshan nervously: "Uncle Shi, the vast Qingming is bottomless!

Li Qingshan also looked at the old beggar quite anxiously: "This ......"

"Alas, let her go!" After speaking, the old beggar rushed out of Qingcheng Mountain and disappeared without a trace.

It was supposed to be the first day of the Lunar New Year, but I didn't want to destroy the council hall because of this incident, and someone wanted to pull out the sword, but found that the hand was not yet in hand, so don't bounce it away.

However, many people are still quite happy, at least no one will rob them of their things in the future, but it is a pity that they may never see that arrogant figure in the future.

On this day, for Zhao Changan, he just went down the mountain, and for Li Fuchen, he got a clean steamed bun.

It's muddy along the way, I don't know why, but I'm just moving forward.

The clothes he was wearing were also the same black cloth clothes that he wore during the college battle, and they were already tattered at this time, covered with mud stains and snowflakes, and there was a huge scar on his left shoulder, and many places had been cracked, and there was blood and thick bleeding inside.

In fact, the best clothes worn are Jiulan's magic robes, followed by the uniforms issued by the academy.

When passing by a house, an old lady stuffed a steamed bun into Li Fuchen's hand, and Li Fuchen only knew how to hold it with his hand full of mud stains and frost and swelling, and then instinctively gnawed wildly.

After eating, he limped on again.

In the middle of the night, next to a dilapidated post station, a gray-haired man with a twig on his head, a gray beard, wearing a gray-white Confucian cotton robe, tightly wrapped, his left hand into the sleeve of his right hand, and his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand, standing at the door of the post station, looking at the snow outside, and exhaling a breath of white air in his mouth.

Li Fuchen, who happened to be shivering from the cold, walked on the avenue, and the old storyteller saw this, his face was puzzled, and he shouted into the house: "Good granddaughter, come out quickly!

"Grandpa, I'm in my twenties, just call me by name!" A melon-faced woman with a delicate red branch wrapped around her head, oblique bangs, a small braid, and an off-white cotton jacket, not too tall or fat, walked out of the house.

The old gentleman looked at the woman, his face was full of tenderness, and said with a smile: "Okay, Miss Yuanxi!"

Yuan Xi sighed, and then stood at the door side by side with the old gentleman, and also saw Li Fuchen walking over, but he didn't take it seriously, "What's wrong?"

The old gentleman pointed to Li Fuchen who walked over and said, "Look at that person, does it feel very familiar?"

Yuan Xi looked over and said quite indifferently: "In his twenties, delirious, broken arms, delirious, well?

The old gentleman smiled and asked, "Is it a little familiar?"

There is one person who meets these things, and Yuan Xi also reacted quickly, and said in a deep voice: "Li Fuchen of Dongzhou Academy?"

"Li Fuchen of Dongzhou College has a chicken feather relationship with us, do you think he looks like that young guy in Changlin Mansion Restaurant?" the old gentleman raised his eyebrows and reminded Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi took a closer look, frowned, and said, "It's the stupid boy who was extorted by you in Dongning City for a tael of silver, as well as a wooden basin of meat and a pot of wine?"

The old gentleman looked at Li Fuchen's voice and said with emotion: "Yes, a young man has become a senior brother of Dongzhou College, and now he is down like this, life is really wonderful!"

Yuan Xi also shook his head, "I don't remember, I was only ten years old, but you seemed to be going to sell me at the time, right?"

After speaking, a pair of big eyes glared at him, the old gentleman turned his head, pretending not to know, what Yuan Xi said was that the old gentleman looked at Li Fuchen pleasing to the eye, and joked that he wanted to marry Yuan Xi to Li Fuchen, and then the old man was beaten by Yuan Xi.

When the two were arguing, Li Fuchen had already walked away.

The old gentleman's face suddenly changed, he looked in the direction opposite the door, and then solemnly clasped his fists and saluted, and then said to Yuan Xi: "Save it! After all, I took other people's money and drank other people's wine, and you ate other people's chicken legs!"

Yuan Xi pouted, "You don't have that ability!"

But the old gentleman had already left for Li Fu.

came to his back and hit Li Fuchen on the back of the neck with one hand, Li Fuchen fell forward, and the old gentleman stretched out his hand to support him.

put Li Fuchen's right hand on himself, helped Li Fuchen to the post station, put Li Fuchen on the chair, asked Xiao Er to carry a bucket of hot water, and gave Yuan Xi to Xiao Er a tael of silver to help Li Fuchen clean it.

After nearly half an hour, Xiao Er opened the door, and after the old gentleman and Yuan Xi entered, Li Fuchen on the bed was stubbornly guarded, his hair was scattered, and he was covered with a layer of quilt on his body, but he couldn't cover up the scars on his body, because he was not treated in time, he was soaked in seawater again, and now he is frozen again, so he looks particularly miserable.

Yuan Xi was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

The old gentleman stepped forward, lifted the quilt, and saw the place where the broken arm was, and after some cleaning, more blood flowed out of it.

Xiao Er brought a basin of hot water and towels, Yuan Xi reluctantly cleaned Li Fuchen again, scraped off the blood scab on it, although Li Fuchen did not wake up, but his face was also extremely painful.

He is no longer the Li Fuchen of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

The black blood soaked the white cloth underneath, and in the end, Yuan Xi's bandaged little hands trembled a little.

Yuan Xi took out a small wooden bottle from his arms, used a wooden stick, dipped it in dark green plaster, and smeared it on Li Fuchen's severed arm.

After doing all this, after Yuan Xi got up, he sighed in a low voice: "His life is really miserable! But he can survive from the hands of the three major sects!"

"Bang!"

The old gentleman slapped Yuan Xi on the back of the head and scolded: "You half-, his life is fine!"

Yuan Xi felt the pain, gritted his teeth and turned his head to glare at the old gentleman, the old gentleman touched the back of his head and said, "What's that? Give that Qingyu Pill to this kid?"

I have to say that the old gentleman's method of diverting attention is still good, although it is a little fake, but Yuan Xi asked repeatedly: "Grandpa, are you willing?"

The old gentleman shook his head and said: "Look at him like this, like a fool, the monks all say that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, how can we see death and not save it?"