Hongtao realm, red dust mortal world, small country.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the bleak red glow was reflected on the mountains and rivers, facing the smooth bluestone road, glowing with a little fluorescence, and then shrouded by the shadow of the carriage slowly moving away.

In the distance, there was the sound of insects, hidden in the shadow of the grass.

In the carriage, a thin scholar sat upright, holding an ancient book in his hand, half-squinting his eyes, as if he was recuperating, most of his body leaned on the car, and with the crisp sound of the wheels pressing on the bluestone road, the scholar also shook gently.

Such a quiet place, perhaps an inconspicuous corner of the red dust, but as the red glow fades, the night covers the mountains and rivers, and with the sudden fire light on the distant mountains, this not too inconspicuous path, one of the scenes in the red dust, is also destined to usher in changes.

It was the whistling sound of horses galloping, and the earth seemed to shake with it.

The scholar opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and watched the little red light approaching little by little, and the melancholy in his eyebrows became more and more intense.

As he was watching, there was a muffled voice from the groom in front of the car.

"Sir?"

"I know that person, the big boss of the Blackwater Cottage, and stopped him, asked the reason, if it was really urgent, don't stop it, just leave with him. ”

"Sir, wait a minute. ”

As soon as the words fell, the groom's body turned, and he made a harrier turn over technique, pressed one hand on his waist, and jerked as he turned into the air.

When I looked at it again, the wind sounded like thunder, and a little cold light was thrown out by the groom, like a meteor falling to the ground, flying towards the big boss who came wildly.

Bang! Bang!

The figure is gradual.

The cold man came first, facing the door of the big boss.

The man who rode his horse and galloped wildly was a burly man, and at this moment the cold light was like a storm, and the big boss only squinted his eyes slightly, and the sword in his hand flickered, and he could only hear the sound of cold iron colliding, but he did not see the slightest injury.

"Tianxing Silver Needle, but Zhang Daxia outside the gate in person?"

The sound of horses' hooves was as rapid as a rainstorm, and only the voice of the big man could be heard, but there was no stop.

"Zhang Anling outside the gate is the eldest brother of my family, and the one sitting in the car is Mr. Wang'an in the capital, dare to ask what happened on the mountain in front of him?"

The sound of the horse's hooves finally stopped.

The master of the Blackwater Cottage has already arrived in front of the horseman.

It was only at this time that Mr. Wang'an, who was in the car, could see clearly what the red light he had seen before.

It was a robe that was mostly dyed scarlet.

This burly man in Guanzhong was obviously injured all the way and ran wildly.

The people walking in the rivers and lakes of Guannan Road all know that the Heishui cottage is a big boss and loves to wear plain white robes.

Now, this plain white robe has been stained with red blood, and what is even more strange is that this black blood is faintly bright.

The groom saw it clearly, and the treacherous red light was hidden in the wide robe, as if it was going to erode the man's flesh little by little through the wound on his back.

It's just that in just a few breaths, Ma Fu suddenly felt that the breath of the big boss of the Heishui Cottage had slowly weakened.

The ominous treachery was haunted, but the big boss seemed to be unaware, just sitting on the back of the horse and clenching his fists towards the scholar.

"In the end, it is said that the back is unlucky, who knows that Engong is here, but it is a pity that it is difficult to have idle talk at this time, Brother Zhang, please also protect Mr. Wang'an to leave first, on the mountain in front, it is impossible to go, there are demons in the world, and the brothers under his command have been killed and injured countless times, and they have killed me for a way out.

I'll come to the palace and stop the demon for one or two, Brother Zhang, please!"

When the words fell, the big man was already panting, but he dragged the bright silver long knife, and gave up the way to escape for his life, turned around, looked back at Mr. Wang'an, and then rode his horse and galloped towards the way he came!

"Drive!"

The scarlet light faded away, and finally disappeared in front of Mr. Wang'an's eyes.

From the beginning to the end, the scholar did not say anything.

"That's it, since the brothers of Heishui Cottage have suffered an accident, they will turn around first, the world says that I am kind and charitable, and I often say that I am gracious, but I don't know, today like this, I can live alone, but there are tens of millions of gends!"

While Mr. Wang'an was speaking, the carriage had slowly turned, and the coachman listened to the scholar's words, and just smiled innocently.

"Mr. is like a good person in the ninth world, Ze is the world, why be humble, Mr. sit down, you are going to hurry. ”

When the words fell, the coachman waved the long whip in his hand, and only listened to the wind howling of the horses, and in the blink of an eye, several thousands of miles of good horses were about to gallop up like swords off the string.

Hmmm——!

But it's exactly at this time.

The silvery-white light streaked like a meteor.

The groom squinted slightly, looking at the bright silver knife that had sunk straight into the bluestone pavement.

This is the blade of the big boss of the Blackwater Cottage.

I said a few words before, and it was only about ten breaths, but the burly man in Guanzhong encountered such an accident?

Bad luck is coming?

The treacherous red glow seemed to be hidden above the deep sky, like a devouring ghost.

"Why, I wanted to see how the fighting man fled arrogantly, which was also a joke, but who knew that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and rushed back to kill him, because he wanted to save people?"

Hoarse voices echoed through the deep night.

Even the scholar in the car poked his head out.

On the red mang, there was a thin and detached shriveled Taoist, dressed in a bright yellow robe, with shriveled palms like chicken feet, carrying a dying boss.

Is this the coming of demons?

Step on the void and walk on the light.

In the dark night sky, there seems to be an indescribable treachery evolving changes that ordinary people can't guess.

A terrifying aura enveloped the land, over the grooms and scholars.

In the next moment, the scholar's eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

......

In the turbulent flow of the void, Su Mu was covered in a white wolf coat, wrapped in gray light, and was rushing towards the East Pole Mountain.

Suddenly, Su Mu covered his body for a moment, and there was a vague feeling of whim.

Stretching out his hand, Su Musha cut through the void and looked at the sun.

"Huh, that's interesting!"

When the words fell, in the void, Su Mushao's figure had already been lost.

......

Long darkness, long slumber.

It was as if thousands of years had passed slowly through the darkness.

Mr. Wang'an opened his eyes with difficulty.

He saw a white-clothed and white-haired young man, standing in the middle of a piece of broken wood, with what seemed to be a familiar corpse lying in front of him.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man turned to look at Mr. Wang'an.

It was only at this time that Mr. Wang'an saw everything in front of him clearly.

There were broken wood everywhere, the wreckage of a carriage.

The bones that lie on their backs are their own flesh.

The young man's palm was ingesting a wisp of ash.

It was Mr. Wang'an's old years, and he was fished out of the sun by Su Musha.

Turning his hand, the Qi of the years disappeared, and Su Mu stood with his hands covered, looking at Mr. Wang'an's soul.

"Ten generations of good people, such a soul is interesting, this is the ancient book you read? "Jingyang Law Sutra", the law of the ancient country?"

In the silent mountains, there was only the voice of Su Musha talking to himself, and Mr. Wang'an's soul was dim, even if there was a soul sound, it was difficult to speak.

"Mr. Wang'an, the poor Taoist Taiyuanzi, showed up to invite Mr. to talk about it, but he wanted to get rid of Mr. ”

As he spoke, Su Musha waved his hand, and a ray of Yuan Qi enveloped Mr. Wang'an's soul aura.

In an instant, the dim soul body was almost condensed, and Mr. Wang'an's soul sound finally came out of the body.

"Dare to ask the immortal master, what do you want Xiao Ke to do?"

"The lonely yin is not long, the lonely yang is not born, such as the remnant soul of Mr., the left and right days of the scene, the soul will be scattered, and the poor road can take action to protect the soul of Mr. Here in the poor road, there is also a blank jade book, a jade pen made of soul-nourishing jade, all of which are given to Mr. to warm the soul, but Mr. is needed to use the jade pen to help the poor road write this blank jade book into a book. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Wang'an's eyes lit up faintly.

"What's written in the book?"

Then he wrote all the good and evil of this red dust. ”

......

On that day, in the silent mountains, there were immortals flying in the dark, and scholars holding jade books in their hands, floating far away.