Jun Xu fell to his knees, his head down, and the sweat oozing from his forehead was the size of a soybean.

If Wang Cheng is notorious, then the woman in red in front of him is not famous, this legend is from the world of the firmament, down to the overseas wilderness to the heavens, this legend is 10,000 years!

Jun Xu could only hear her footsteps in his ears, near or far, making him shudder and tremble.

In Jun Xu's ears, the sound of footsteps was like the sound of sharpening knives, scraping fists, and the sound of a three-foot sword coming out of its sheath.

Yan Qing didn't seem to care about Song Qing'a's injury, but lowered her head to look at Bei Xinhe who was lying on the ground and asked, "Qing'an?"

Pang Xinhe slurred the words "Xinhe" and did not move.

Yan Qing was like carrying a kitten, and picked up Dai Yunong and Song Qing'a one by one.

As soon as she stepped on it, half of Jun Xu's head sank into the floor tiles, and she turned her head sideways to look at Dai Yunong, who seemed to be dying, and asked, "Do you remember his name and the mountain?"

Dai Yunong pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, but there was no sense of comfort in his heart, but it was even heavier, and he inexplicably remembered what Zhan Xiaocheng had inadvertently said before, "Although I have seen the world of this fishing platform clearly, I still love it here." ”

He understood this truth at the moment, but he didn't do it, Dai Yunong's next action made Yan Qing stunned, and he felt that this baby was really interesting.

I saw Dai Yunong straighten his feet and gently stepped on Jun Xu's head.

Jun Xu could only pretend to be dead and didn't know what to do, and then Yan Qing exerted force under his feet, Jun Xu's whole body rose high like a dustpan sieving beans, and then flew upside down to the west like a kite with a broken line, and the entire city wall in the west collapsed.

The city gate at Yan Qing's feet was in ruins at this time.

Song Qing'a's previous movements were not big or small, which was enough for some people to watch the excitement.

The movement caused by Yan Qing was simply shocking.

A huge human face suddenly appeared in the sky, composed of clouds, and the sacrificial saint was furious when he looked at the ruins of the Ascension City Gate, and then moved his gaze to see the woman in red staring at him, and immediately felt lucky, but fortunately he didn't scold.

All this came and went suddenly, the canopy returned to calm, Yan Qing carried Dai Yunong in one hand and Song Qing'a in the other, and walked towards the city.

Some people on both sides of the road are happy and some are worried, and they can see this woman in red at such a close distance without regrets in her life. There are also people who beat their chests and paused, they spent a lot of fairy money to reward Junxu before, but now the life and death of that guy are unknown, and no one dares to come forward to see what is going on.

For fear that one will get into trouble if he is not careful.

Ying Yue and Ying Jun, the two half-brothers, leaned against the wall and lowered their heads, only daring to watch the woman walk in front of them with their peripheral vision, but in fact, they didn't see anything, just a corner of the clothes that had no wind but floated on their own and smelled a faint fragrance.

Di Shouqi saw that the woman disappeared into the main road and turned to another road, so he slowly walked leisurely to the other side of Xinhe, squatted down, patted his face, and asked with a smile: "Dead or not?" ”

Bi Xinhe seemed unconscious, but his right hand moved slightly.

Di Shouqi picked up the side Xinhe and put it on his shoulder and went to the inn, I have to say that Pang Xinhe is a great achievement today, he Di Shouqi saved the life of the hero of the Qing'an Dynasty, "Which of the two of us do you say has more credit?"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Xinhe and splashed Di Shouqi's back, so he responded.

A red-clothed man with a sword at his waist, a sword behind him, and a not tall body, carrying a young man and girl in one hand, turned the street and came to a shop.

Wen Fengwo's old shopkeeper was really standing in the cabinet and making calculations, this was a glance at the two people who were thrown into the door and said lightly: "It's okay if you can't die." ”

Yan Qing nodded, and sat on the chair opposite the counter, next to a cup of green tea that had already been brewed, Yan Qing just took off the lid of the cup and put it in front of her nose to smell it.

The old shopkeeper wrote and drew on the account book with an abacus and asked, "Why are you willing to come and sit with me?"

Yan Qing leaned back in the chair, supported her head with her hands and said, "I came after Wei'er, I originally wanted to come over and have a dream, but I thought about it." ”

The old shopkeeper just hummed, put away the abacus and account book, walked out of the counter, sat on Yan Qing's side, picked up the cup of tea that Yan Qing didn't drink, took a sip of it, and gently knocked on the tea table, Wen Fengwo's weather changed greatly, the two sat on the shore, Dai Yunong and Song Qing'a sank at the bottom of the lake with their necks down.

"When I first met that stinky boy, it was pretty much like this. "The deceased is like Sifu, Yan Qing used to go to Wen Fengwo to listen to the old shopkeeper talk like this when he had nothing to do when he was in the dome of the world, one was not tired of listening to it, and the other was not tired.

Yan Qing leaned on the back of the chair and was half asleep and half awake, a person lives like a white horse passing through a gap, and the world has been dreaming for thousands of years, but it is just a hurry of a cup of tea.

As the old shopkeeper said, Wen Fengwo is doing a big business, at least it is a fairy money, and the guests accepted are all mountaintop monks in the upper five realms, and if the realm is not enough, it is okay if the fairy money is enough.

Therefore, there are such words in the world of Qionglu, whether some of the mountaintop monks in the upper five realms are worthy of their names depends on whether they have the ability to go to Wen Fengwo for a consultation and take a nap.

Wen Fengwo, the famous water moon cave in the world, when he fought with the gods, I don't know how many mountain top monks' bodies have been repaired in this lake, a cup of 'yellow sorghum' big dream, I don't know how many yang bodies and yin gods have been repaired.

As for the flesh and skin injuries on Dai Yunong and Song Qing'a, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, in Wen Feng's nest, it is equivalent to being bitten by mosquitoes on his arms and legs, just wipe some saliva.

As Yan Qing slowly woke up, the small world in Wen Feng's nest slowly changed, and finally with her soft moan, she completely recovered as before.

Yan Qing yawned and stretched her waist to move from the chair to the threshold.

I don't know what the reason is, Song Qing'a woke up earlier than Dai Yunong.

No one cares about Dai Yunong.

Song Qing'a sat on the threshold with Yan Qing.

When the old shopkeeper saw this scene, he persuaded with a serious look: "The threshold is still less sitting, it will make people float in the two worlds of yin and yang, and they can't become immortals or Buddhas." ”

Song Qing'a turned his head and glanced at the old shopkeeper with some half-belief, and then glanced at Yan Qing beside him seriously, seeing that she didn't make the slightest move, Song Qing'a didn't shy away from the words of the old shopkeeper behind him.

In fact, these three people are old acquaintances, Song Qing'a was very young and very young because she missed her parents in Chaoge City, she would often not be able to sleep, at this time it was the old shopkeeper who led her down the mountain and up the mountain to Wen Fengwo, wandering in the wind in the flat boat in the lake, listening to the old shopkeeper say some interesting things from a long time ago.

"Why did you come here too, it looks like you're going to stay for a long time?" Song Qing'a looked out the street and asked the old shopkeeper.

"Money is hard to make, is hard to eat, business is not easy to do. "The old shopkeeper is telling the truth, now the world is also considered to be peaceful, there is not necessarily a business to come to the door all year round, but there are some idle panicked rabbit cubs who have nothing to do to come to sleep for a while, do not give money and do not say that they have to touch some wine and tea before leaving, such as the little bastard surnamed Wang a few days ago, obviously he is a rich man, and he has to come over every time to give credit, Wang credit, Wang credit, is really as his name suggests!

"Girl, why don't you talk to Song Yu's old boy about collecting less tribute? I'll go back." The old shopkeeper said with a serious face.

Song Qing'a turned around, from facing the streets and alleys to facing the old shopkeeper.

"Doesn't Ziyuan admire you a lot? You can just say no to this matter yourself, and you can't afford to run thousands of miles from Kuang Mountain to this place where birds don't. "You have to talk about it well, but you can't let the old guy be wronged.

The old shopkeeper smiled, not wanting to tell Song Qing'a the truth: "Originally, Song Yu didn't want me to leave, but I still have to do business, right?" In fact, I have long wanted to come to this Diaoyutai world to walk, but I have been pressed by the Temple of Literature, and then I left and came here directly without seeing you in Chaoge City, and sure enough, I really saw it. ”

Song Qing'a nodded, seeing that Dai Yunong hadn't woken up yet, she was still a little depressed for a while, she fell into a coma before, naturally she didn't know what happened before, and thought that Dai Yunong was injured in the previous battle.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet, is he badly injured?"

The old shopkeeper waved his hand and said vaguely: "The injury is so serious that I am not the same as I am still alive? Isn't this our grandfather chatting for a while? Just let him sleep more, how can he wake up?"

Song Qing'a nodded, he couldn't be allowed to lie down like this, there were still trades in Caotou Village.

The old shopkeeper snapped his fingers, Dai Yunong sat up suddenly, panting and looking directly at Song Qing'a sitting on the threshold in front of him, and then moved his gaze to the one with his back to a few people.

If there is a cigarette at this time, Dai Yunong will definitely light it and take a big puff to regain his soul.

Dai Yunong recalled the scene just now, and he really felt incredible, that person was still a high-ranking city lord a while ago, and it didn't take long for half of his head to sink into the floor tiles.

Dai Yunong seemed to be a little uneasy, he didn't come back to his senses, lay on the ground again, let out a long breath, and muttered in a low voice: "Amazing!"

The old shopkeeper grinned, and the kid had a good heart and was not surprised.

Yan Qing stood up as if she had rested enough, and said, "I'll go shopping elsewhere and pick you up in a few days." ”

Song Qing'a understands that as for how many days it takes, it depends on when she will kill herself.

Song Qing'a hurriedly got up and said, "Sister in red, can you give me the red knife?"

According to the generation, in fact, Yan Qing is actually a character of the same generation as Song Qing'a's ancestor, but Yan Qing likes Song Qing'a to call her sister, and Song Qing'a calls her sister in red.

As for the narrow knife on Yan Qing's waist, it was actually not hers in the first place, and she once thought about giving it to Song Qing'a, but she confiscated it, but today she didn't expect Song Qing'a to take the initiative to reach out and ask for it.

Yan Qing frowned, glanced at the young man who was lying on the ground and was still a little distracted, and asked, "Give it to him?"

Song Qing'a didn't squirm like everyone else, and nodded frankly.

Yan Qing rarely smiled slightly, took off the red knife and handed it to Song Qing'a, walking on the street Yan Qing thought of the past in her dream, all of them were the first love, and they were all girls' hearts.