Qiao Zhen came to the front and stopped, wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, gasped, and said: "The predecessor praised it falsely, the kid just followed the unknown martial artist for about two years" Compared with your old man, it is a world of difference.

The old man nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, and said with a smile: "This is true, the old man only used six successes, but even so, your performance is quite good." ”

Between the words, Qiao Zhen knew the identity of the old man, the old man's name was Yan Wen, and the people in the rivers and lakes called him "Black and White Demon", Qiao Zhen also informed his name and life experience, although the old man did not taboo his mixed name, but Qiao Zhen did not dare to show the slightest disrespect, seeing Qiao Zhen heard his name, he did not have the slightest look of surprise, which was very in line with the old man's mind. The people who secretly mocked his name on the rivers and lakes did not know how many people were killed.

Although he didn't dare to show it, in fact, Qiao Zhen secretly thought in his heart: "This nickname is really unique, seeing that his face is pale, his temples are like frost, and he is wearing a black robe, and his body is bloated" It is very appropriate to call him a "black and white demon".

He didn't know that Yan Wen, who was known as the "black and white demon" in front of him, was one of the notorious Taihang Twin Demons in the martial arts, not to mention that decent people in martial arts had a headache when they saw him, even if they saw him in the Demon Dao, they had to avoid three points, after all, Qiao Xu's experience in the rivers and lakes was still shallow, and he didn't understand the affairs of martial arts, if he really knew that the old man in front of him was such a character, he wouldn't rashly follow him anyway.

The old man may be a little thirsty, took out a cowhide water bag from his arms, snorted, gulped a few sips, handed the water bag to Qiao Chen, and asked with some doubts: "It stands to reason that you are from a noble family and are deeply baptized by the fragrance of books, why do you kill people, do you have a deep hatred with you?"

Qiao Zhen shook his head lightly, and said very frankly: "The person and the kid who killed have no hatred, it is actually a mistake" Yan Wen stared at Qiao Zhen with straight eyes, and said: "You are really honest, sometimes killing someone is not a big deal, and the people killed by the old man are not necessarily damned people, but the old man has always acted in accordance with his heart, and he would rather kill by mistake, and it is definitely not good to let go." You will naturally understand these truths in the future, walking in the rivers and lakes, once you have kindness to the enemy, you will leave yourself with a deadly threat. ”

Qiao Zhen nodded pretendically, but secretly said in his heart, "What kind of logic is this, should everyone in the world be killed? I just missed for a while, ruined the lives of others, made myself blame infinitely, and cast a shadow on my originally pure heart. ”

He realized that if he was influenced by such a crooked theory as "black and white demons" for a long time, he would make himself black and white upside down, and he would not distinguish between right and wrong, and eventually there was no cure. Thinking of this, a strong sense of righteousness rose from his chest, and his heart was determined, as long as he stuck to his heart and did not act for the tiger, he could not clean himself.

At this moment, Yan Wen didn't pay attention to what he was thinking, looked at the sky outside the forest, and said to himself, "They should also come?" turned around and said, "Let's go!" With a wave of his arms, he flew towards the undulating mountains in front of him, like a huge black bat, which had already flown out dozens of zhang in an instant, and his body was extremely fast.

Qiao Zhen didn't know who they were in the old man's mouth, but he knew that something would happen, and he didn't slack off at the moment, and he performed the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" light technique, like a meteor shuttling between the night, when he saw that Yan Wen was already standing next to a broken monument on the mountain, his eyes staring ahead. Qiao Zhen also immediately fell, walked to the side of the "black and white demon" Yan Wen, looked at the surrounding environment, and saw that there were all graves and barren graves in front of him, and there was a dead old tree in the middle, the crescent moon like a hook had slanted westward, and the faint light was reflected in this cemetery, like a wandering ghost, and the strange sound of a vulture came from time to time on his head, and Qiao Chen's scalp was numb for a while, and his face was extremely ugly.

Following the direction that Yan Wen's eyes could see, there was a winding mountain road under this mass grave, like a sleeping python, quietly crawling in the mountain stream.

Qiao Zhen felt that with the passage of time, Yan Wen's face gradually became solemn, as if he was thinking about a big matter? Qiao Zhen was very puzzled, Yan Wen ignored him, and let him stand aside quietly.

Suddenly, a "low wolf howl" came from the other side of the mountain, echoing in the valley, from far and near, and it was particularly harsh on this barren mountain, and then the "black and white demon" Yan Wen turned around and said to himself: "They are finally here." Qiao Zhen couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Who are they?" Yan Wen glanced at him coldly and did not answer.

The "low wolf howl" got closer and closer, and gradually I saw a few black shadows flickering, moving quickly towards the side of the mass grave, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him, standing by Yan Wen's side with a respectful face.

"Black and White Demon" Yan Wen stared at one of the tall and thin men in black and asked in a deep voice, "Have they ever succeeded?"

The black-clothed man surrounded by ghosts lowered his hand and said: "Hall Master, they have already succeeded, according to your orders, the news has been released, and in a few moments, the Fenyang Royal Mansion will know that this matter was done by them, and in half an hour, they will pass through this place, but there is a change from what they heard before, and there is an additional tricky figure in it, known as the 'Judge of Life and Death' Cui Enyu, Hall Master, are we going to implement it as originally planned?"

Hearing the "Judge of Life and Death" Cui Enyu, Yan Wen's face was so gloomy that he seemed to be able to drip water, and he snorted coldly. The four of them seemed to have been looking at Qiao Zhen indifferently, and the tall thin man in black asked, "Hall Master, who is that kid?"

Yan Wen didn't look back, and said coldly: "Ah, he is the clerical deacon newly hired by the old man, you can go, everything will go according to the original plan!" The four of them bowed their heads and said, "Yes!" and they all swept towards the bend under the hillside, as light as a swallow, standing in the center of the gentle bend, waiting for the target to appear.

Qiao Zhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the four people leaving, he was stared at coldly by them just now, like a needle on his back, standing restlessly, and when he came into close contact with the four people, they were all surrounded by black gas, like a ghost in prison. Yan Wen seemed to be able to see the panic in Qiao Xu's heart, and said coldly: "Young man, you lack courage now, if you want to gain a foothold under the old man's door, you will be looked down upon if you don't have extraordinary courage, why don't you go down and have a long experience?"

Seeing that Yan Wen looked down on himself, he couldn't help but stimulate the arrogance in his heart, and he didn't answer, and used his body technique "popular chasing the moon" to jump from the steep slope, like a roc spreading its wings and roaring down.

The four people standing on the mountain road saw Qiao Zhen coming over, but they just glanced at it coldly, and then stopped moving.