Seeing that opposite the master was a short and sturdy man wearing a hat and a human skin mask on his face, he couldn't help but worry in his heart, only to see that this person was like a dead man and had no life, only a narrow light glowing in the hole in the corner of his eye, and it was extremely terrifying to look at!

"You, you ......" Zhuang Yuan'er walked over at some point, looking at him with blazing eyes and a look of great concern.

Changsun Qi's neck stiffened, his eyes fell on his face, he had never been in contact with a girl since he was a child, at this time, seeing him standing very close to himself, the tip of his nose faintly smelled the faint aroma on his body, he couldn't help but move in his heart, just waiting for words, suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, but he saw Bai Hetian grab Zhuang Yuan'er with his left hand, and then pull it out with his right hand, and then saw blood splashing out, Bai Hetian sneered, raised his foot and kicked hard, Changsun Qi's whole body flew in the air, and then hit the big stone in the courtyard, and immediately fainted!

Night, it seems, is the destination of everything.

The boundless darkness swallowed everything, and in the corners of the sky, only a few campfires glowed dimly, lonely.

When the fire blows in the wind, it grows big and becomes smaller, and between the light and the light is extinguished, the ashes are everywhere.

He felt that he was fluttering up and down, sleepy and weak, he couldn't open his eyes, he was swaying and floating in the empty nothingness, occasionally falling to the ground, as if he had stepped on something, his steps were shallow and deep, and he didn't know where he would drift.

I don't know how long it took, his eyes finally opened, like a winter cicada breaking through the ground, he felt the temperature of this world again, just like the master's palm, just like the girl's soft greeting, a warm current quietly poured into his heart, he blinked, only to feel a soft light gently shining on himself!

This light is like a breeze, gently patting his eyelids, like waves and waves, like spring breeze and rain!

He rubbed his eyes and looked closely, only to see that the light came from a pair of eyes!

"Amitabha, little donor, wake up!"

In front of him was an extremely old monk, the skin on his face was wrinkled like a dress that had been wrenched together by sweat for a long time, Changsun Qi rubbed his eyes again, looked at the black Gaza on the old monk's body and exclaimed: "Are you?"

The old monk half-closed his eyes and said: "The old man doesn't kill, little donor, who did you fight with, why was you slashed in the neck, but this force looks so strange, it seems to be the opposite, this swordsman has never seen such a trick, well, but fortunately, it was cut on the vertebrae, and if it was half an inch up, the little donor's little head was about to fall off!"

The eldest grandson was stunned when he heard this, and said in his heart that this old monk was really powerful, and he could deduce the direction of the knife from his wound, and he had no time to explain to him at the moment, but he felt that the neck was hot, he touched it, but the notch was smeared with extremely thick and sticky ointment, he knew that it must be the old monk in front of him who saved himself, so he bowed down and said: "Thank you for not killing the master to save me, hey, my master!"

Master Don't Kill shook his head and said: "The old man didn't see the little donor's master, when the old man came, he only saw the little donor lying on the ground!"

Hearing this, the eldest grandson was shocked, and got up from the ground in a panic, he looked around in despair, but there was no trace of Jingzhuang!

After some searching, he was both frightened and frightened in his heart, seeing that there was no one except this old monk, not only did the master disappear, but Zhuang Yuan'er, Bai Hetian and the two people with hats were also completely nowhere to be seen, even the old man who was lying at the feet of Zhuang Yuan'er was nowhere to be seen!

Everything was like a dream, and in a blink of an eye, nothing was gone. Changsun Qi sat on the ground, thinking that his master must have been captured by those people, he looked at the white snow floating in the air, and suddenly jumped up, and said in his heart that he wanted to find his master!

Let's say that he jumped up and was about to run away, when he suddenly heard a noise from the old monk, which was like a bell and thunder, and it shook his eardrums!

"Hahaha, don't kill the master, you're really still waiting for this swordsman!"

The buzzing sound in Changsun Qi's ears had not yet faded and his scalp was numb by this sharp and terrifying laughter, and he was restless for a while, and his steps could no longer move a little, he looked up, but saw a young man who was a few years older than himself staring at him with raised eyebrows!

Changsun Qi was furious by his eyes, but he didn't want to show weakness in his heart, and stared at his gaze for a moment!

The rough young man smiled: "This little dog is also interesting, if you don't kill the master, do you recognize an apprentice grandson or visit your good grandson who you haven't seen for many years!"

The eldest grandson Qi said angrily: "What are you, what nonsense!"

The rough young man was stunned for a moment, and then scolded with a smile: "Little cub, you don't even know me!"

Changsun Qi saw that there was a dissolute look in this person's demeanor, and he wanted to scold the past, but he saw that the master of not killing looked at him with a smile, and couldn't help but be stunned, and the words that came to his mouth did not rush out, although the old monk in front of him looked extremely old, but there was a calming magic, Changsun Qi looked at his eyes as soft as a lake, and the whole person unconsciously fell into a sense of tranquility, not killing a slight smile, and said weakly:" Amitabha, this little donor is so young, naturally I don't know you, a great hero, a little donor, his name is Qiao Xu, he is one of the best people today, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the king of swordsmen!"

Qiao Zhen laughed and said: "The four characters of the king of swordsmen are worthy of it elsewhere, but they can't be in front of the master who doesn't kill, in this world, who doesn't know that the master who doesn't kill is the real king of swordsmen!"

Bu Shi half-closed his eyes and said: "Master Qiao Shi is polite, the old monk kills people without exception because he is forced to do so, not as casual as Lord Qiao Shi!"

Qiao Zhen shook his head, nodded again, and said proudly: "The second half of the sentence agrees, and the first half of the sentence disagrees." Said that this swordsman kills people at will, this swordsman has no opinion, after all, this swordsman I have always been used to being casual, if you can't kill someone as you want, how boring it is, but if you don't kill the master, you say that you have to kill people as a last resort, hehe, this idea is too naïve, who can force you not to kill the master in this world, this swordsman will never believe it!"

Bu Kill shook his head and said: "Amitabha, whether you believe or not is a matter for Lord Qiao, and it has nothing to do with the old monk. The old monk doesn't like to talk nonsense, so Master Qiao Shi should go up the mountain with the old monk!"

Qiao Zhen's lowered eyebrows immediately raised again: "Why, just because you don't want to kill?"

He raised his eyelids without killing: "The old monk hasn't killed anyone for a long time, Master Qiao Shi come with me!"

Qiao Zhen said coldly: "Why are you looking up at me! Your eyes make me very uncomfortable, do you really think you can kill me!"