Xinghua Town, still the same as before, he looked at the streets and alleys that he was very familiar with, and listened to the endless cries in his ears, and the aroma of hot steamed buns filled the air.

Li Xiaoyi looked at the past, it was the one who had beaten his steamed buns, and on the spring breeze upstairs over there, a woman with light makeup and heavy makeup was pulling customers.

The alley was dark and damp, and several teenagers in ragged clothes were lying there, with yellow faces, and rats were running around from time to time, stealthily biting their exposed toes, turning around and running.

He wondered how he could be here, but he was extremely familiar and familiar with what he was seeing now.

Walking into the alley, a foul smell came to his nose, but he didn't care, found a place to sit on the ground, looked at the teenager who walked through the streets and alleys from time to time, and quickly ran past his eyes, his mind was a blank.

A familiar loud voice sounded at the mouth of the alley, and he walked up to Li Xiaoyi with a scolding grin, sat down, and was still scolding the rich man of Xinghua Town.

The slamming of the door is terrible, and the oil is also bad, and the leftover banquet meals at the birthday banquet would rather be fed to the pigs than given to these poor and sour orphans a bite to eat.

He deserves to have no son, inherit the incense of the Li family, and do everything he can to cut off his children and grandchildren, he must have a son, and heaven will not tolerate it!

Li Xiaoyi turned his head, and a very familiar fat face came into view, not a fat San'er, who is it?

"You're not dead?" Li Xiaoyi almost shouted.

Fat San glanced at him with a face full of fright, snorted a few times, and casually pointed to the alleys, sick and weak teenagers, and said, "You are all dead, I don't want to die." ”

Li Xiaoyi still looked incredulous, reached out and pinched Fat San's fat face, and his hand was cold and hard, as if he was twisted on an iron bump.

couldn't help but bow his head coldly, but the fat San'er picked him up like a chicken, and said viciously: Dare to pinch your fat man's face, I think you are tired and crooked!"

As he spoke, he raised his fist and gave Li Xiaoyi a violent beating, but he didn't fight back, let the fat San'er punch and kick, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.

Maybe it's because he hasn't eaten for a day, Fat San'er is beating, and he feels bored, so he sits on the ground again, panting heavily.

The corners of Li Xiaoyi's eyes were a little moist, he curled up on the ground, smelling the stench in the alley, watching the rats run past him, he didn't want to get up, he really didn't want to get up.

"It's time for you to go!"

A voice suddenly sounded, Li Xiaoyi raised his head in a daze, but saw an old beggar with white hair, holding a broken wine jug in one hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Since you know it's a dream, why don't you rely on it, let's go......"

The old beggar took a sip of the gourd, didn't know whether it was wine or water, staggered out of the alley, and sang as he walked: "I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, and I have a sword, enough to swing a thousand years!"

Li Xiaoyi woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, there was no longer the familiar fat San'er, nor the crazy old beggar, only Xiaoli's excited cheers.

He smiled reluctantly, and all he could think about was the old beggar.

Li Xiaoyi didn't know his age, it seemed that since he could remember, the old man was already there, chattering all day long, many people died, this old man just didn't die.

After the dream just now, Li Xiaoyi's doubts in his heart were even heavier, was it really just a dream?

He wanted to get up, but he was weak, Xiao Li hurriedly came over to help, and then he found that he was covered with strips of white cloth, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Senior brother didn't say when I will be fine?"

"Uncle Daojing said that it will take at least half a month. Xiao Li hurriedly replied.

"Oh!", Li Xiaoyi lay down again, and asked about the sword test meeting, unsurprisingly, Mu Jianchen won the first place in the competition between each other, and he was second.

The competition for the last few places also came out in the few days when he was unconscious.

The only thing that surprised him was that something happened in Fengyang Prefecture.

Previously, the six sects of the Dao Sect, including the 18 sects of the Sword Trial Meeting, a total of 24 sects, led by the four great calamity law real people, each sect and faction, all sent capable disciples.

Still in the territory of Fengyang Prefecture, he was defeated by the forces of the White Bone Mountain, and the two real people who robbed the law were seriously injured, and the real people, the cultivators of the True Dan Realm, suffered countless casualties.

Wushi Zhenren had to take the disciples of various sects to the rescue, and the result was still unknown.

Li Xiaoyi didn't care much about these things, and when he heard the excitement, he turned his head: "Senior Sister Murong won't go too, right?"

Xiaoli nodded, and at this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, but it was a real person, who walked in, and saw that Li Xiaoyi had woken up, and was relieved with a smile on his face.

The two didn't talk much, and Dao Lin didn't want to say too much, so he got up and left after a while, and Li Xiaoyi was left alone in the room, looking at the scenery outside the window, bored and in a daze.

During this period, Zhang Sheng, Chen Yueling and others came to visit one after another, and Li Xiaoyi could clearly feel that the distance between them had obviously narrowed a lot.

And his cultivation, because of a duel with Mu Jianchen, actually broke through to the late stage of agility, and the price was that he had white hair and could never change back.

As for the appearance, he didn't take it very seriously, so he didn't care, but was a little excited, but when he thought about it, he didn't know how much Shouyuan had been lost, and he was a little depressed.

In this way, Li Xiaoyi was in bed, lying in a daze for more than half a month every day, and when his injuries were healed, Wushi Zhenren also returned to Shushan Sword Sect with people.

Because of the White Bone Mountain, the matter of exploring the small realms of the heavens has been put on hold for the time being.

Dao Ping'er was seriously injured in Fengyang Prefecture this time, fortunately there were no skin injuries, only internal injuries, and she only needed to slowly recuperate for a while.

After Li Xiaoyi recovered from her injury, she visited several times, and there was not much change between Dao Ping'er's expression and temperament, and she also joked that the little thing between her and him was written off from then on.

Murong Yunyan, Li Xiaoyi naturally goes often, and he has benefited a lot from Taoist cultivation, this kind of seemingly light day is what he has been pursuing, and he also likes it.

But such comfortable days soon came to an end.

In the meeting hall of the Shushan Sword Sect, the atmosphere at this time was extremely tense, and the strength of the White Bone Mountain almost exceeded everyone's previous estimates

can actually confuse the heavens like changing the day, which is definitely not a good thing for Mr. Miao Ke of the Great Yan Sect.

In this battle, there is not only a flying zombie in the White Bone Mountain, a zombie that has never appeared before, but also a giant zombie that is as large as a hill and extremely destructive.

The integration of power and defense, which is equivalent to the monk's true pill cultivation, is a lot of them, mostly hidden in the depths of the ground, and the most frightening thing is the battle between the cultivator and the black-faced zombie.

Whoever is injured is scratched or bitten, even if it is only a little, there is no room for maneuver.

Because of this, there are not a few people who are killed by the same door or lead the sword on the Daomen side.

Looking at the territory of Fengyang Prefecture, today's Daomen is just a remote place, and the form can never be opened.

If Fengyang Prefecture is lost, then the sphere of influence of the Shushan Sword Sect will be completely exposed to the White Bone Mountain.

So Fengyang Prefecture must not be lost!

Li Xiaoyi's peaceful days came to an end, and behind him at this time, there were a total of twelve disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

Among them, the six people who participated in the sword trial this time were formed into a detachment to clean up the black-faced zombies that emerged from Fengyang Prefecture.

Staring at the secluded valley in the distance, Li Xiaoyi summoned the ghost head general and asked him to go down to investigate first, especially in the depths of the ground, and there must be no omission.

Chen Yueling, Zhang Sheng, Wang Zheng and others stood silently behind Li Xiaoyi, without saying a word, until the ghost head general passed back the news of safety, then waved his hand and flew down with everyone.

In the valley, there is a clear spring gurgling and flowing, Li Xiaoyi washed his face, the day is getting hotter and hotter, he looked behind him, he didn't need him to deliberately order anything, the guard and secret whistle or something, it was already in order.

After everyone took turns meditating and resting, a purple sword light suddenly lit up on the outside of the valley.

Zhang Sheng and Chen Yueling glanced at each other, walked to Li Xiaoyi's approach, and heard him say lightly: "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”