Zhong Xihou couldn't help laughing, he had asked people to search for the traces of the Dark Flame Immortal Monarch Venerable, and the results were also known. Needles can be found in the sea of people, but what about Ye Gui Forest? I never thought that my master had been living in his own area of power.

"The disciple has searched for the traces of the master, little junior brother, have you found it?"

"Zhong Nanyan, who spent all over Xicheng when you were ten years old, is still there, I was ordered to take his life, and he spared me, you are here. You are fifteen years old, Zhong Daxia is poisonous, and the people in the city that never sleeps are already panicked, and I will take you as an apprentice for your revenge. Thou art twenty years old, and the four cities and the ······ besiege the land."

"Shizun removed the chief general of the four cities for his disciples, but he was plotted by others, and he was poisoned by fire. "Zhong Xihou didn't stop," when the disciple was twenty-two, Shizun went to the East China Sea alone, and then disappeared into the world, and no trace was found. The disciple thought that the master had been burned by fire and poison, but now it seems that there is really no need to worry about the master. ”

Yan Xiao couldn't help but smile, but unfortunately this stupid kid didn't know, at least in this world, except for the demon, no one could hurt him Yan Xiao in the slightest. Despite this, this Yan Xiao quipped: "Chilling, I haven't seen it for many years, and the disciples are cursing for not dying." ”

"If the master doesn't use this life to cultivate and learn from his father-in-law, how can his father-in-law have a chance. If the disciple's words are wrong, the master is not strange, then, what does the master want the disciple to do?"

"The cold wind rises, the falcon season, and Konishi is willing to live in the west for the rest of his life?"

Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, Yan Xiao, whom he knew, did not care about the prosperity of heaven and earth, he only liked to walk the world with swords, and he saw the actions of uneven knights.

The black-armored attendant on Zhongxi's side whispered, "Master Hou······"

Zhongxi Hou glanced at this person, and the black-armored attendant stopped talking.

"The city that never sleeps is Zhong Nanyan's life. ”

In a few words, a position has been made. Yan Xiao was not displeased, but smiled. That's good, that's good, he didn't wave his sleeves and turn into a phoenix, and left in style, but stayed in the city lord's mansion.

The high bed warms the pillows, and the servants are servants, but Yan Xiao can't sleep. He remembered the ambush in the dark waiting for the moment to strike a fatal blow, the torture he endured in his cage, and the contempt and shame of others. Each day of those days was as deep as a knife in his mind.

How many old people have black hair and white snow, and they have become dry bones, but they have nightmares for a long time, and they have not been able to let go of themselves.

There are some things, things will fade, but the memory will not fade, but this memory will fade gradually, gradually.

The bamboo is elegant, the grass is secluded, under the hazy moonlight, he is upright, his body is straight and straight on the stone bench, the nails on the table are carved chessboards for knives, and one person holds two colors.

The sunspot is put down, the dragon is slainted without regrets, the white son falls again, the rainstorm is pear-blossomed, the wind is full of water, and the dragon cuts the moon.

"Alas, if you make a mistake, you will lose everything. ”

Under the moonlight, the thing in his hand emitted a white light, which was a jade flute.

The owner of the jade flute, Yan Xiao once had high hopes, but unfortunately, even though he was talented, he was still reluctant to give up Hongchen.

The wind rose, and a leaf rolled in the wind, gradually falling to the dead place of the game in the middle.

Yan Xiao smiled: "If you die, you will lose, and if you advance, you need to fight, and you will have to break the net." A wrong son is not determined to lose. ”

Look at this jade flute again, or, although the stakes are big, but in this life, maybe you can really get your wish.

The desert is the most deceiving, after coming and going, the wind and sand will hide the footprints, making people mistakenly think that the person has never come. This is the case of Zhongxihou when he was young, "weeping vulture", these three words are so shocking.

It was once the dynasty's most feared killer organization, designed to maintain tranquility.

Ji Shi Immortal Jun would actually set up such an organization in the end, but no matter who is in the hands of the power, it is impossible to use it correctly forever, and no matter who the power is, it is impossible to use it forever to maintain justice.

"Weeping Vulture Messenger", this is the case. After all, in the Yanyun ride of the Daye Dynasty, there is no more "weeping vulture".

However, the people who can be summoned by the four words of the Venerable are still the dead men who are extraordinary in ability and do not ask the reason?

"One day is a teacher and a father for life, the master is kind to the disciple, how can the disciple do unrighteous things. ”

The wind of the desert took away this sentence and buried it deeply.

Time is fair to everyone, the day passes quickly, get up and dress for three meals and then go back to bed. And for some, the day is not easy.

Yan Xiao sat in the ventilated place and drank water, the wind was like a blade, cutting through the pain, and the water was cold and cold, that kind of cold to the bone. At such times he often envied his brother, who died in a cruel way, but it was better than him, a living dead, suffering every day.

"How many glasses would you like to drink?" Zhong Xihou was wearing a satin robe, the style was simple and gorgeous, the kind of yellow that was lighter than citrus. Yan Xiao didn't speak either, because Xiaoxi's words have never been much.

"Wine is a good thing, it can help to entertain, relieve boredom, and dispel sorrow, and in the same way, it can also mess with sex, trouble, and hurt people. Drinking too much alcohol will become addictive, and in the same way, killing too many people will also become addictive. ”

The person who said this sentence was addicted to drinking and wanted him to kill people, but he didn't even feel the strength to draw his sword and lift his sword.

Let's talk about the one who fell at the beginning of our story, he is another disciple of Yan Xiao, lingering like a song.

Now that he knows the whereabouts of his master, he naturally can't do anything else.

Although Yingruge inherits the immortal Taoism, the immortal Taoism, and more, the immortal technique is satisfying.

Or he should be dressed in a white robe like an immortal, or he should be dressed in a Taoist robe embroidered with gossip like a heavenly master, but he always likes to be a wandering monk.

It is also now, with a white gauze hat, a navy blue patch monk's robe, a rag wrapped in his back, and a Zen staff walking alone in the desert.

Yingruge has a quirk, when he is alone, he likes to talk to himself, he talks a lot, and most of it is nonsense, but once he is in front of people, especially before being alive, he is immediately so quiet that people will mistakenly think that this is a handsome mute, or his voice is cold and emotionless.

He cursed, "This grandma has a leg, hot and ······."

Before he could say a few words to himself, he heard the sound of crying and shouting in the wind, and he was going to leave quietly without being nosy.

Unexpectedly, due to the hot weather, there was a problem with the senses, but he walked to the source of the sound step by step.

It's not strange, it's a group of bandits who hijacked a caravan, it's also interesting to watch, there are only five bandits, and there are at least ten men in this caravan, and they can still be drunk and can't move.

The embarrassed monk looked at the scene of the robbery, turned his head and pretended to be fine, and hurried towards the city that never sleeps.

Because this is a city that never sleeps, so Ying Ruge can't use the Phoenix Spirit Technique casually, after all, there are really not many people in the world who are proficient in the ability to do whatever they want.

After catching a glimpse, the eyes of the women and children in the caravan were moist, and the corners of their mouths were about to open and close, as if they wanted to shout for help but were afraid to speak. Among the women and children, there was a Fanbang woman with tulle covering her face, blonde hair and blue eyes, very good-looking.

Ying Ruge looked at these blue and blue, like fine gem eyes, and lost his mind for a moment.

Even so, in Yingruge's view, everything has a cause and effect, and the way of heaven is like this, and he will not interfere at will. What's more, Yingruge is a person who never wants to meddle in things, so he doesn't have to make a fuss.

But this gang of bandits was also stupid, and even thought that there was something valuable on a embarrassed monk, and after stopping it, they searched and drummed up, and found that it was really a monk with clear water steamed buns to satisfy hunger, and they were ready to release him after a few words.

It's funny, sometimes people's stupidity and stupidity really have no lower limit, and the bandit with a tiger's back and a beard on his face also reached out to pick up the monk's hat, which is interesting. Ying Ruge dodged with a lower waist, and another carp rolled and then jumped up, flying the eight-foot man four or five feet with one knee.

Kicking the big man's chin, Ying Ruge frowned, this touch is slightly different.

This was fun, the bandits were red-eyed, and the people of the caravan really thought that they had met a living Buddha Arhat, and they knelt down one after another.

"Is there a red robe in Jia Ren's bag?"

The head of the caravan was also Han, and he mistakenly thought that the monk wanted a famous tea and a big red robe, so he hurriedly replied: "This time I came from the south, there is a good Longjing and Tieguanyin, and the master can ······."

"I'm asking if you have a red robe in your place?"

The leader of the caravan was stunned for a moment, nodded again and again, and replied: "Yes, there are cotton and satin······"

The bandits were even more angry, this monk really didn't take himself seriously, he drew his sword and rushed to the monk one by one, even if he offended the Buddha, he would kill the monk alive.

The monk didn't move, threw away the Zen staff, sealed his hands, and emitted red light from the two fingers of his right hand.

A red rune was scattered into five groups and flew towards the bandits, and before they touched it, they saw the bandits trembling all over, and their fingers turned into ashes and dissipated.

The people in the caravan were all dumbfounded, and they were saying, although there were occasional bandits near the city that never sleeped, how could anyone be so bold as to dare to rob money and goods like this during the day, and they were not afraid of the black armor patrolling?

The leader of the caravan was busy with all kinds of flattery and compliments, and the monk directly stretched out his hand and said, "Take your red robe, and this seat will change this monk's robe." ”

"Does the master want brocade or burlap?"

"Naturally, it's brocade. ”

"Okay, five taels of silver. ”

Ying Ruge really widened his eyes, this businessman was really cheap, and asked: "Isn't it possible to save the lives of this seat and take a piece of clothing as a reward?"

"Favors are favors, buying and selling are buying and selling, and they can't be mixed up. If you change it to burlap, it will be thirty ······." Before the man finished speaking, his feet were already in the air, and Yingru Song had lifted him up with one hand.

A quarter of an hour later, I saw that the wandering monk took off the rag monk, lost the Zen staff and hat, wore a cotton white robe, put on a brocade red shirt outside, tied up his hair, and slowly put on the black wood carved face armor. If you are already dressed like this, you don't have to walk to Xicheng step by step.

Thinking so, he took out a bright red feather and threw it into the air.

"Bang", a fiery phoenix with wings spread out of thin air appeared, lingering Ruge's feet were slightly forced, and his body jumped to the back of the phoenix and sat down cross-legged. Just heard a hiss, and the fiery phoenix flapped its wings and flew towards the city that never sleeps.

When everyone in the caravan saw that the life-saving benefactor looked like a fairy, they began to kowtow on the sand.

The Fanbang woman who had attracted the eyes of Yingruge got up, did not shake off the quicksand on her body, and walked east by herself.

And the head of the caravan, looking at the monk or not, the person who seemed to be a thief and not a thief snatched his clothes and made a big phoenix, I didn't know whether to be shocked or scolded, and I was stunned for a while.

After about a quarter of an hour, he burst out with a sentence: "Niang Xi!"

Just like when I was in the small building of Xianju, the bustling street was crowded with people like a torrential rain, but there were always some people who were more conspicuous.

It was the woman in silver tiger armor, carrying a silver broadsword, and a broken red scarf around her waist. The original Du Tong, who was afraid of her, was long gone.

She stood in front of a bun shop opened by a middle-earth woman, the proprietress was plump and ordinary, but the necklace and earrings around her neck were made of gold. She greets her with a smile on her face, and even if you don't buy buns, she will be equally entertained, which is not very much like that of Middle-earth.

Ying Ruge likes to eat steamed buns, he can smell that they are a few beef buns, and there will be no spicy and fragrant pork and mutton stuffed buns.

Defenseless, the woman grabbed a bag from her bag and hit her like a bird. Yingruge really didn't expect that the woman was ingenious, if she didn't have the strength of a twenty-pound blade, I am afraid that she would have been knocked out of her teeth.

The skin is thin and delicious, and the juice is just right for salty and spicy.

Haunting Ruge's cold eyes and hatred, the woman's instinctive reaction, one side of the body, the standard dry frame preparatory action.

Ying Ruge smiled faintly, but there was bitterness between her lips.

Sure enough, the days down the mountain are the most fun.

I looked at this woman carefully, and there was a seven-point posture of Yue'er, which was not simple, and the woman described in the report by the spies in Devil May Cry should be this person. It's strange, four or five days have passed, Du Tong returned to the building early, but this woman is still in the west.

"Hostess, ten beef buns. ”

The enthusiasm of the proprietress is like a song when she goes down the mountain and encounters it, it really responds to Yan Xiao's sentence, "How comfortable you are on the mountain, and there is Yue'er to accompany you, not to mention that the women under the mountain are ugly, they are all tigers." ”

He put a piece of golden peach petals on the table, grabbed a beef bun and smashed it at the woman, whether it was the proprietress or the woman with the silver knife and silver armor, he never expected that the son of this noble son dressed as such a crazy man.

The woman drew a knife and slashed, which was also luck, the first knife of each bun was cut in half, and when the second knife went to cut another bun, it was touched and flown back to the table.

Ying Ruge grabbed a bun that was split, and couldn't help teasing: "You used to kill cows, if this knife technique is put on the rivers and lakes, let everyone know, what kind of swordsman ranking, the heroine list will be rewritten immediately." ”

"Who are you?

"This is no longer appropriate, how can you ask someone's name without reporting their home first. ”

"Bai Lu. ”

He had never heard of the name, and he knew that some people made knives powerful, and some people had white names. Some people who make knives are very powerful and have the surname Bai, this person may not necessarily have anything to do with Bai Xiaotian, the owner of the Dusk Han Building, and similarly, the person who is so good at the immortal magic method and surnamed Yan may not necessarily be Yan Xiao.

"Ghost crying?" Haunting Ruge was interested in the tiger-headed knife without a scabbard in the woman's hand, and even more so in the torn red scarf around her waist.

Bai Lu shook his head, and handed the knife to Yingruge without any guilt.

This shameless person is not polite, gently stroked the blade, and looked at the woman's hand again, her fingers are white and tender, and there are many fine calluses on the hands that should be white and jade.

"It's called night crying. Weeping tears into beads, fluorescent as the moon's night crying. ”

"Crying at night?"

Ying Ruge deeply regretted that he could not have provoked this woman, but he had already done so.

I saw him hand the knife back to the woman, his body flew out like a wild monkey in the forest, a red feather was thrown into the air, and the fiery phoenix appeared in an instant, and one flew on the phoenix and roared away.

Yingruge didn't know who Bai Lu was, but he knew that Night Cry, one of the three famous knives collected by the Peach Blossom Fairy.

God cries, ghosts cry, night cry, Yan Xiao once warned him that if he encounters the first two, he will not be tight, and if he encounters the third one, he will hide away, I am afraid that it will be a peach blossom disaster.

Peach Blossom Tribulation, if such a woman is a Peach Blossom Tribulation, it is not bad.

It's a pity, it's a pity, girl, you showed up too late.

The fire phoenix soars into the sky, since it is here, why not make some noise and tell the master about the progress of his cultivation in the past two years.

The purpose of Yingruge is naturally simple, it is nothing more than to please Yan Xiao and help him break the seal in advance.

But how could he have expected that because of his sudden appearance, a play that should have been delayed was advanced.