In a room in Yunying Peak, Sikong Haoran lay quietly on the soft wooden bed, and a touch of sunlight sprinkled on him through the window. The side of the abdomen that had been injured on the fourth floor of the Sword Tower was now bandaged, and a hint of ruddy appeared on his pale face.

A petite figure sat on a wooden chair, two ponytails hanging naturally on his chest, his wrists holding his chin, sleepy.

After Sikong Haoran was sent back to Cloud Shadow Peak by the disciples of the Guardian Pavilion, the senior brother took care of his wounds and wanted to stay and take care of him, but Ye Ziying changed his previous normal state and took on this arduous task alone.

Gu Yulin knew the nature of his junior sister, if he didn't have an urgent matter to deal with, he wouldn't have to worry about leaving the unconscious Sikong Haoran to her to take care of, and before leaving, he repeatedly told him, and even used the name of his master.

A lightning-fast sword light arrived in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye, piercing through his body before he could react. Sikong Haoran opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely, panting and propping up his body, due to excessive force, the original scabbed wound cracked open again, and the labor pain from his waist and abdomen made him grin his teeth, and a soft snort woke up the sleepy Ye Ziying.

"Haoran, you're awake!" Ye Ziying quickly walked from the wooden chair to the side of the bed, looked at him sweating profusely, grinning his teeth, showing a shallow smile, helped Haoran sit up, leaned on the edge of the bed, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads off Haoran's forehead, looked at Ye Ziying who was close at hand, and felt a little unable to adapt to her sudden change.

"Thank you, senior sister,... Why are you here!" Sikong Haoran was a little weak to speak at this time, and there was an inexplicable worry about Ye Ziying's appearance in the room, she was afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years, and she was still eccentric and naughty.

Ye Ziying sat down beside Sikong Haoran with a bowl of gruel from the wooden table, and said softly: "Daddy and senior brother they have urgent matters to deal with, and they told me to take care of you, you are weak now, drink this bowl of porridge first to replenish your body." ”

Sikong Haoran looked at the well-behaved and sensible Ye Ziying in front of him, it was hard to believe that he still had such a side, and there was a little more apprehension in his heart, "Senior sister, this... Did you make this porridge yourself?"

Ye Ziying scooped out a spoonful of porridge from the wooden bowl and handed it to Sikong Haoran's lips, "Don't move, the wound has just healed, and it took me a long time to do this." ”

Sikong Haoran opened his mouth, a mushy and salty taste came from the tip of his tongue, overflowing the entire mouth, his brows frowned tightly, his whole face was twisted into a ball, and a haze poured into his eyes, looking at a pair of big eyes flashing in front of him, while stirring, while blowing Ye Ziying, who was steaming with hot gruel in the bowl, closed his eyes and swallowed.

"What's wrong with you, is it not tasty, or is the wound hurting again?" Ye Ziying saw that Sikong Haoran's face was a little painful, and his originally pale face was tightly twisted together, and asked anxiously.

"Senior sister, this is the best porridge I've ever drunk, go get busy if you have something, I can take care of myself." I want to take a rest, the injuries in the sword tower may not be healed, and my head is a little dizzy!" Sikong Haoran snorted in pain, and said weakly as he lay down slowly, and then closed his eyes.

"Uh-huh, then you take a rest first, call me if there is anything, I'll go put the porridge in the pot first, and remember to eat it when you wake up." Ye Ziying said as she walked out the door.

Sikong Haoran heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, opened his godless eyes, and the faint smell of burnt paste shuttled through the tip of his nose between exhalation and inhalation, looking at the ray of sunlight that came in through the window, he sighed with a wry smile, and sat cross-legged on the bed running the "soul decision" to repair the damaged soul power.

Three days passed quickly, Sikong Haoran these days, as long as he recovered his Xuan Qi and soul power, he would appear on the fourth floor of the sword tower on time every morning, and every time he was ruthlessly crushed by the old man with a childish face, and each time he supported it for longer and longer, although his sword intent was still very small, but it had begun to take shape.

A touch of fish belly white ignited the sky, and everything recovered, and the sun shone brightly.

On an avenue twenty kilometers away from the Sword Sect, a carriage was piled up with many packages of different sizes, and on the packages lay a young man in a light gray robe, with a two-finger-long scar on his left face, and a dark complexion, which was Sikong Haoran who came out of the Sword Sect.

has followed my grandfather for so many years, and every time I go out, I will change my appearance, and under the influence of my ears and eyes, I am also the true inheritance, and my previous appearance is indeed very different. When he left the sect, Ye Chaoyang also repeatedly explained that he should pay attention to protecting himself and not be rash.

Sikong Haoran has lived by Sikong Xuan's side since he was a child, no matter what he does, he follows him for the first time, going out alone for the first time, going to the 100,000 mountains where Warcraft and Outlaws are the most chaotic, a little apprehensive, but the persistence in his heart is not afraid, but full of expectations.

This caravan happened to rush to a city near the 100,000 mountains, and they were also very talkative, and between the back and forth, Sikong Haoran became acquainted with them, and then lay down on the carriage, listening to them tell interesting stories about business.

"I didn't expect that there would be a Longteng Chamber of Commerce in the Southern Regions, and the second senior brother's family industry was so extensive?" Sikong Haoran stood in the bustling crowd, which was already close to the 100,000 Great Mountain, just enough to prepare some dry food and water.

Walking into the Longteng Chamber of Commerce, a graceful and tall girl also walked over to greet him, with a sweet voice and a smile, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, "Hello, welcome to the Longteng Chamber of Commerce..." ”

Sikong Haoran chose some daily dry food and a few bags of water, and after settling the account, he walked towards a restaurant.

"Have you heard, the 100,000 Mountains have been very lively recently, and a lot of cultivators have poured in, and I don't know what happened inside!"

"It is said that an ancient ruin has been discovered, and the first person to go has not come out yet, either trapped inside, or now it is also very lucky?"

"I heard from people who said that a few scattered cultivators found a few spiritual weapons in it, as well as a few bottles of high-grade pills, which are priceless treasures!"

Sikong Haoran sat by the window, eating steamed buns, while listening to them carefully, it can be seen from the bloody breath emanating from their bodies that they have just come out of the 100,000 mountains.

Hearing them talk about the ancient ruins, a curiosity also rose in his heart, but he was soon pressed down, the 100,000 mountains were already dangerous, not to mention that he was still alone now, if he got any treasures and was besieged by these outlaws, then his situation was really unimaginable.

Next to the second table next to Sikong Haoran, there was a young man in white who gently shook the folding fan, with red lips and white teeth, and several beauties were painted on the folding fan.

The young man in white held a wine glass, drank it all, looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, shook his head for a while, and sighed for a while, "Vulgar powder, vulgar is unbearable." ”

Sikong Haoran heard the low sigh of the young man in white, and couldn't help but chuckle, and he just happened to hear it.

The young man in white turned his head, a pair of danfeng

The eyes are very pitiful, but it is a pity that he grows on a man, and his lips are red and his teeth are white, if it weren't for the voice betraying him, Sikong Haoran really thought he was a woman.

"Did you laugh just now?" The young man in white held the wine glass, gently shook the folding fan, sat opposite Sikong Haoran, and stared at him while drinking wine, he found that this young man's body seemed to be covered by a layer of soul power, and he couldn't see any strength realm.

At the moment when the young man in white was approaching, a dark fragrance came to his nose, and Sikong Haoran shook his empty hand in front of him while chewing the steamed bun. "They're all talking, and they're funny, how can you think I'm laughing at you!"

"After drinking this glass of wine, I will forgive you for the offense just now!" The young man in white poured a full wine glass and handed it to Sikong Haoran, ignoring his clever words, and just shook the folding fan and looked at the young man in a light gray robe.

"I'm not used to using things that other people have used, and I never drink. Sikong Haoran finished eating the last bite of steamed buns, then picked up the sword in his hand and walked downstairs.

"I've never met anyone so interesting. The young man in white stood in front of the window, watching Sikong Haoran walk out of the door of the inn, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he folded the fan, and then jumped down from the second floor and followed him.

Sikong Haoran put the sword on his shoulder, and walked in the bustling city like this, he knew that the young man in white was five hundred meters behind him, and from the moment he jumped off the inn, he discovered his existence, and he didn't care about the young man in white behind him, and walked in the direction of the 100,000 mountains.

In his memory, he vaguely remembered that he and his grandfather passed by this place, and he also remembered that he had just learned to speak at that time, and the black shadows all over the mountain chased their grandfather and grandson, hiding all the way to Tibet, running for their lives, and under the fight of the two lord-level fierce beasts, they escaped the danger of being chased and intercepted, and that time the grandfather also suffered very serious internal injuries, and even suffered severe poison.

"What do you think, so fascinated. A voice disturbed his thoughts, and he didn't need to turn around to know who was talking behind him, because before the voice came, the dark fragrance had already come with the wind.

Sikong Haoran ignored him, he was very unaccustomed to the smell of rouge gouache on a big man, took a deep breath, and walked into the 100,000 mountains with his sword on his shoulder.

"I'm talking to you, dumb, aren't I?"

"What they said in the inn just now is true, I also came for this matter, it just so happens that we are all alone, it is better to team up together, you get three and I seven, na, na, na... How about five or five, if I do this again, I'll turn my face!"

"That girl is convex and backward, her skin is white and beautiful, one more point is fat, and one point less is thin, between her cheeks and smiles, her posture is comparable to that of the pear girl in the Eastern Regions Qunfang Pavilion. ”

Along the way, Sikong Haoran faced at least several conflicts from the 100,000 mountain training team, and he couldn't wait to solve the chattering white-clothed young man in front of him with a single sword, and he couldn't drive it away, and it stuck to his body tightly like a kraft candy. From his own words, he knew that his name was Murong Yuan, and he was from the Hidden Sword Tower in Yangzhou, Eastern Regions.

The Eastern Regions, a place that is both strange and familiar to him, a homeland that reminds him of an inexplicable murderous intent, where there are his tragically dead parents and his own blood feud.

Grandpa warned himself as he left that it was not the time to go back. But I can't wait, in case they are killed by others, in case they die of old age, who will I go to take revenge!

Looking up at the direction of Qingzhou in the Eastern Regions, he secretly swore in his heart, "Wait for me, I will go to you soon!"