On the slightly cold streets, the old and the young walk slowly in the bright sun, but they are very leisurely and comfortable.

"What's the matter with the seniors, just say it. ”

Walking out of the square for a long distance, seeing that the old monk still had no intention of speaking, Xiao Feng stopped slightly and turned his head seriously.

The old monk also stopped and smiled kindly, "The old monk just doesn't know a few things, I don't know if Master Xiao can solve his doubts?"

"If it's not troublesome, the younger generation is naturally willing to know everything. Xiao Feng nodded and replied politely.

The old monk nodded in satisfaction, and then his face instantly became very solemn, "The old monk wants to know if the Blood Drinking Sword has drunk blood?"

Xiao Feng nodded, "Seven days ago, I almost frightened my master at that time. There was no surprise, and he began to wander down the street again.

The old monk hurriedly stepped up to follow, "Is it the donor's?"

Xiao Feng turned his head to look at the old monk, and suddenly smiled, his tone was still polite and polite, but it was a little meaningful, "Seniors are not pedantic people, why beat around the bush." ”

"Can the donor know that drinking blood and not drinking mortal blood is a big cause and effect?" the old monk coughed dryly twice and said again.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, his footsteps did not stop, and he said softly: "What does the predecessor mean that the blood demon may reappear in the rivers and lakes?"

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, it was easy to talk to smart people.

Xiao Feng also nodded.

He had already expected this, so he was not surprised to be sure now.

More than 100 years ago, most of the people in the rivers and lakes at that time said that he was born with red eyes, cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, and had no scruples.

It is also said that the sword in his hand sharpens iron like clay, and has the power to deceive people's hearts, and is an evil sword.

But in fact, there is also another type of record in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, the blood demon is not a demon, but a puppet, only the sword demon in his hand.

It's just that this matter is too ridiculous, and there are many jokes, and there are only a few strokes of the rank, and the language is unknown, and it is estimated that no one in the rivers and lakes took it seriously at that time.

If it was before, Xiao Feng naturally didn't believe it at all.

But after experiencing the events of that night, coupled with some small details that had to be paid attention to, Xiao Feng really couldn't take this as a joke.

Is the Blood Demon really born with red eyes?

Is it the human sword that confuses people, or is it the sword itself?

The sword has a spirit, and a person can resist the sword, but why can't it be used by the sword?

So Uncle Zhang said that day that Zhu Qingshan was not quite right, and he just made a move, Zhu Qingshan's wrong was because of the sword?

Therefore, Xiao Feng said that night to Zhu Qingshan, and said it so simply and directly.

It's not just a reminder.

And Zhu Qingshan's face really changed.

This shows that Zhu Qingshan already knew many things, but he was just lucky.

After that, Xiao Feng saw it more seriously, and Zhu Qingshan did listen to it, but he still didn't let go of the luck in his heart.

That's right, how many people are willing to let go of a priceless treasure easily?

That's why Xiao Feng, who has always disliked trouble, is so interested in Zhu Qingshan, who has nothing to do with him, not only helped, but also gave the Ethereal Building identity token, not only because of Xiao Tianyue and a few people, but also because of a few people.

In the end, the boy thinks more and more far-reaching.

"So what?" Xiao Feng didn't plan to play cards according to common sense at all, and said in a casual tone.

The old monk was choked and seduced, "The donor doesn't intend to take care of it? ”

Xiao Feng hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, his face was still calm, and he said casually: "Didn't the seniors?"

The old monk opened his mouth.

Xiao Feng then added, "Monks don't talk nonsense. ”

The old monk's face was a little unbearable.

"How can the seniors be sure that the juniors will be able to restrain drinking blood?" Seeing this, Xiao Feng pursed his lips and stopped pursuing this, and then said curiously.

The old monk's face softened slightly, "It's not that the old man is boasting, over the years, there are really few people who can be parallel to the old man, and Lord Xiao Shi happens to be one, which can be regarded as a big fate." ”

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, and then changed his breath, "What about the second one?"

The old monk was stunned, "Did the donor agree?"

Xiao Feng nodded and shook his head, sighing, "Sort of, but the juniors said in advance that this matter is too small for the juniors, and the juniors won't be too concerned." ”

The old monk muttered in his heart, but he was not embarrassed to ask more, after all, this matter involves too much cause and effect, and he is so stubborn, it is really a bit unashamed. And he seems to be unkind after that.

"There's a little girl in the private room who is very strange, and the old man can't see through it, not at all," he seemed to mutter, "and it's even stranger than Lord Xiao." As if he was afraid that Xiao Feng didn't care, he frowned again and emphasized.

When Xiao Feng heard this, his footsteps paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at him with a smile.

The old monk raised his head unhurriedly and continued to add, "What the old monk means is that if the old man is interested, naturally there will be other people who are interested, and acquaintance is also fate, so don't think too much about Lord Xiao." ”

Xiao Feng retracted his gaze at this time, thought about it, nodded seriously, frowned slightly, and muttered as if talking to himself, "It happens to be with the Blood Drinking Sword, so it shouldn't be too troublesome." ”

That means he's in charge.

The old monk was stunned again, isn't this little guy quite afraid of trouble, why is he so nosy now?

Touching his head, the old monk suddenly became a little annoyed.

Xiao Feng quickly regained his composure, "And then?"

The old monk took two deep breaths, opened his mouth, hesitated and suddenly changed his breath, and said: "The donor knows that sometimes it is not a good thing to be soft-hearted, especially for the donor. ”

Xiao Feng yawned, "I know, the seniors looked at the juniors like this a few years ago, but the juniors are also a little interested in that little girl." Although the tone is casual, it is still very polite.

The old monk seemed even more annoyed.

Xiao Feng said again: "The younger generation is a person who can be parallel to the senior, how can he not have this eyesight." ”

The old monk touched his bald head indiscriminately, and he really didn't look like a monk at all.

Xiao Feng shook his head amusedly, "By the way, what is the matter with the seniors, let's talk about it while we are free now, so as not to borrow a step to talk to the juniors when we leave, which makes the group nervous." ”

The old monk took a few deep breaths, and then he regained his image as a master, "The old man made a special trip to send an invitation letter to Lord Xiao, hoping that the donor would appreciate it." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled it into his arms.

Xiao Feng raised his hand to stop his movements, "The seniors don't need to take it, the juniors won't go." ”

The old monk frowned slightly, and looked directly at Xiao Feng, "Why didn't you say you wouldn't go without asking, it was too bad to give the old man face, right?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, "I'll consider it for the Ethereal Tower, but for what was given to me, I won't go." "This is the first time that he has identified himself as 'I' in front of the old monk, not 'junior'.

The old monk's brows furrowed tighter, "The Ethereal Building is also going to be sent, but this is different." ”

Xiao Feng nodded, "I know, that's for the ethereal son." He suddenly said again: "Isn't it that there are also those mysterious sects?"

The old monk nodded hesitantly.

Xiao Feng said calmly: "That's right, the Tao is different, and the juniors are deeply sorry." ”

The old monk frowned and looked at Xiao Feng deeply.

Xiao Feng also looked at him calmly, his eyes as clear as water.

After a while, the old monk finally nodded.

At this moment, Xiao Feng seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look out of the city.

The old monk also noticed it, and also looked up, and then his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and before he could say hello to Xiao Feng, he raised his leg and rushed towards the city gate.

There are red clouds hovering above the city gate, which seem to be bubbling and moving, and are spreading in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is very strange.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, hesitated, and followed.