Because of Zi Gu's sudden pupation, coupled with the fact that the dozens of people he had tracked before were all lost, Xiao Feng's traces were no longer easy to find.

In desperation, the Autumn Dao Jaw had no choice but to return to the Qiao Gang first to discuss the long term.

It's just that although they don't seem to have gained much, none of them show any annoyance.

Even the Soul Breaker Monk's face showed a hint of ridicule.

One side belongs to the rivers and lakes, and the other side works for the temple, the ideology is different, the thoughts are different, and the few people will naturally not obey anyone.

The main reason for competing with each other is that each has its own vigilance, its own thoughts, and its own reservations. Although Qiao Niang instructed to obey Yu Qiudao's jaw, but if something really happened, who would listen to whom? Who would dare to hand over his back to whom?

As the saying goes, the Tao is not the same, and this is what is taboo.

The contradiction is set aside here, who really cares if it can be done or not?

......

Although it was the first time in the past few years that they had been ambushed by someone while traveling abroad, the master and servant in the carriage did not seem to have taken this little thing to heart.

The carriage traveled at a rapid pace, no longer stopping and stopping as before, but it was not in a hurry.

Along the way, the master and servant talked and laughed as usual, but no one mentioned the events in the forest that day.

From the self-reported home in Anyang County to the sword crossing the river in Lijiang and the stop-and-go of the young man after leaving Linli County, several seemingly unintentional randomness for no reason, the two of them already had a plan in their hearts.

The whisper of the young man in front of the imperial city three years ago, the three-year covenant that he swore to the sky, the thin but shocking little back...... No one will fail to believe the childish words of a teenager.

Because a boy's words are never lies.

Three years later, today's young man's casualness again and again is not the boy's carelessness, but the boy's temptation of those people in the imperial city.

After three years, teenagers will change, and some people will naturally change.

And these changes are more important to the teenager than the three-year layout.

Therefore, all this has long been in the hands of the young man, and the two have been waiting for a long time.

The carriage sped along, as if chasing the sun, and suddenly passed through the mountains and forests, and even the shadows of the treetops seemed to pass before they could be cast.

Suddenly, the galloping carriage came to a halt.

The white horse in front of the carriage raised its front hooves and neighed, and then took a few steps backwards before stopping, and began to stand still with some restlessness.

In front of the carriage, at some point, there was a one-armed old man who looked like a madman wearing a worn blanket, with a sword and a knife tied to his waist.

But the sword is unsheathed, and the sword has no edge.

Although his aura was calm, it could force Bai Malian to take several steps back, and he didn't dare to step forward again.

The middle-aged man who was driving the car frowned slightly when he looked at the one-armed old man in front of him, and his face gradually became solemn.

This person is troublesome!

Just as he was about to speak, the old man in front of the carriage took the first step and suddenly said, "Boy, go and call the baby out of the carriage, you are not good enough." ”

The sound was rolling, and it shook people's eardrums.

"Since the seniors are looking for the juniors to ask for guilt, why should they be angry with others?" Immediately afterwards, a calm and gentle young man's voice came from the carriage, which was not loud, and for some reason it was able to compete with the voice of the old man Hong Zhongdalu.

Xiao Feng lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times.

Seeing this, the old man frowned slightly, "Wa'er's sword?"

Xiao Feng bowed slightly, "Yes, the three swords of the juniors." ”

The old man stared at Xiao Feng for a long time, and suddenly laughed arrogantly, "You baby is not small, but you want to ask the sword, grandpa's sword was broken ten years ago, and now there is only one knife left, can the baby still take it?"

"Heh, it seems that the sword of the younger generation has not yet entered the eyes of the seniors. Xiao Feng smiled calmly.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, his temperament changed suddenly, like a sword out of its sheath, overflowing with edge.

"It's a little tasteful, but grandpa only has a knife left. The old man's eyes lit up, but he still didn't mean to draw a sword, he held the knife in his left hand and slashed towards Xiao Feng.

The knife slashed through the sky, carrying the sound of whistling wind.

It's really domineering.

Xiao Feng took a step forward and handed out a sword.

The sword is incomparably sharp, carrying the wind and rolling stones.

Not to be outdone.

The swords struck each other, and with the two of them as the center, invisible waves of qi spread out in all directions, and the sound of broken branches around them was endless.

The two of them each took three steps back.

Yu Yi saw that he couldn't get involved, so he had already ducked aside.

"Haha, happy!" the old man laughed uncontrollably, "It's grandpa who underestimated you, come again!"

As he spoke, he slashed at Xiao Feng again.

The knife momentum brought an arc, like a white rainbow, as fast as thunder.

But it has become the way of swordsmanship.

Xiao Feng's eyes also lit up slightly, and his sword intent rose again.

The snow-white sword suddenly lit up with dazzling light, like a brilliant sun, and it could sweep away the universe with one sword.

The wind rolls the yellow sand, the dead leaves roll the stones, there are mottled tree shadows mixed with cold and cold light, a movement and a stillness, as if one after another, it is moving.

Nearly a hundred zhang away, Yu Yijing immediately looked at the two people in the distance in front of the car, and his face was helpless and relieved, and he was worried at the same time, which was very complicated.

Some people's demeanor, the most touching is not the peerless posture of young and frivolous, but the sword behind the hidden edge, calm and casual and full of edge, more mellow than the wine that has been stored for many years.