Who is that person?

On the way to escape, Jiang Shengming thought so, but he didn't dare to look back at all, because he was afraid that if he looked at it, he wouldn't be able to leave.

He just blindly ran the light work and ran towards the outside of the county seat. The soles of his feet were windy, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment without caring about his disheveled hair and messy robe.

It wasn't until he ran three miles away from the county seat that he stopped panting. remembered the previous knife, but I was still scared in my heart. If he hadn't been lucky enough to get out of the way, he would have collapsed in the inn by now.

When has there been such a secret weapon master on the rivers and lakes, how come he has never heard of it.

Isn't Mo a member of the Tang Sect?

Thinking uncertainly, Jiang Shengming adjusted his internal breath, and then he denied his thoughts.

No, if you are a member of the Tang Sect, it is impossible for such martial arts to not even have a little reputation.

Could it be that there is an old ghost who is hidden in the world?

Jiang Shengming gritted his teeth, which reminded him of a person from the past.

Damn, it's against our Eight Bitter Sects.

Thinking, he clenched his fists.

In the end, it was because his martial arts were inferior.

Wait, wait until I have completed the secret book in the door, and see if any of you can stop me.

Glancing secretly in the direction of Qinghe County, Jiang Shengming turned his head and left.

I have to admit that He Lang left too much influence on him back then.

made him almost think that He Lang was like a god and a demon-like existence, omnipotent. And this is one of the reasons why the disciples of the Eight Bitter Sects were so superstitious about the teachings.

Even now, most of them still believe that He Lang failed only because of the opposition of the Heavenly Father, and has nothing to do with the imperial court and the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Shengming is the one who believes this, so he desperately wants to get He Lang's martial arts, and even more desperately wants to get that kind of omnipotent means. For this, he can do anything.

He believes that as long as he can achieve divine skills, he will be invincible in the world. At that time, there was no one to stop him.

He will let the Eight Bitter Gate reproduce the situation of the year, command the world, and dare not obey. It's like he'd seen it before.

At the same time, Li Si and the Confused Daoist interrogated the Demon Sect disciple who had brought him back. The man's mouth was very tight, and he asked for a long time, but he didn't ask anything.

In the end, the two sent him to the local wind and rain building, waiting for Xiao Muqiu to give them a message. It's better to let professional people do this kind of professional thing.

On the night of the next day, it rained lightly in the county, and the previous inn had been surrounded by local catchers. Of course, even if they weren't fenced off, Li Si and the others wouldn't be able to live there anymore.

They changed to an inn, and when they entered the door, they happened to meet the blind man from before.

The blind man was still playing the harp, but in a different place, with a different bow. Without the old dog from before, he sat alone in front of the door and looked a little lonely.

When Li Si and the three of them walked by him, the piano in his hand paused, and he should have played the wrong note.

Neither side said anything, Li Si and the others walked over, and the blind man played the piano again.

In the door, this inn is lively, and there is an endless stream of guests.

I don't know why the blind man used to beg outside the inn where no one was around.

Maybe it's because of the old dog, maybe it's because of the shopkeeper, or maybe it's both.

In short, no one will think about why, because in this world, there are always people who are not important. No one cares about them, and no one cares about what they've lost, even though they've probably lost everything.

Seeing Li Si and them walking into the door, Xiao Er immediately greeted him and asked.

"Are the three guest officers still staying in the hotel?"

"Trouble, give us three upper rooms. ”

"Okay!" Xiao Er shook the linen cloth on his shoulder, turned sideways and said, "Please come inside the guest officer!"

At night, there was a light rain, and the lights in the city were dim.

The inn was bustling with people, and the huqin under the eaves was desolate.

Perhaps all the things in this world are already among these two.

Li Si's room is upstairs from the blind man. In the middle of the night, he opened the window and found the blind man still playing the violin.

He listened to the song, leaned against the windowsill, and watched the moonlight faintly in the rain.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and said downstairs.

"Sir, I'm sorry I couldn't save the shopkeeper yesterday. ”

The huqin downstairs suddenly lost its sound, and half-sounded, a hoarse and whimpering cry came.

This cry is like the sound of the huqin, full of sorrow, mourning and sadness, wanting to break and connect.

In fact, the reason why the blind man had been playing the violin in that inn was very simple, because he was tired and liked to talk to the old dog, who would never bark, but would only listen to him. Even if he talks for a day, it won't be annoying.

And no matter how bad the business is, the shopkeeper will leave him a bowl of porridge and rice.

So the blind man has been pulling there, even if he can't get a few pennies a day, he has never left.

But now, he had to leave. Where he was going, he didn't know.

Does he complain, in fact, he doesn't, because this is the way in this world, he has been exiled for half his life, and he can't complain anymore.

Then why did he cry, probably because he was sad to the heart, and his desire was difficult to suppress.

"U-"

There was a flute sound upstairs, and it turned out that Li Si took out his flute.

The rain seems to be smaller, and it seems to be bigger, and this world seems to be a little displaced.

Demon Cult ······

In the rain, Li Si thought so.

When this is over······

Something that has perished must not reappear in this world.

Three days later, news came from the Wind and Rain Tower, saying that the Demon Sect was preparing to go to Yunjun to find the whereabouts of the woman.

Li Si and the three of them didn't stop long, and immediately set off and headed towards Yunjun.

In Chang'an City, Yan Tingzhi received a news that there was a murder of more than 30 people in Qinghe County, and the local arresters were powerless, so they wanted to ask him to investigate.

He was the head catcher in the southeast, and Qinghe County happened to be the boundary under his jurisdiction, so after a little preparation, Yan Tingzhi set off there.

On the other side, Bai Yao'er had also arrived at Guijiang Mountain, holding the gossip plate borrowed by her father in her hand, looking for the whereabouts of the root knotweed.

But even when she was nearby, she couldn't figure out where the thing was for a while. It's weird, like something is deliberately interfering.

There are things in this world that can interfere with hexagrams, such as the science of Feng Shui, or specific formations.

But these things are almost lost like a means of divination, even if there are still descendants, there are only so few, and most of them are not proficient in learning, how can they appear in such a place?

Bai Yao'er couldn't figure it out, but she had a vague feeling that this might be the arrangement left by her predecessors.