Jiangdaolou is so big that almost no one notices these little things when they happen in the flower garden, after all, the boudoir of the eldest lady is empty, and there is no need for the servants to come to please a boudoir without an owner.

Uncle Jiang is still busy in the garden day and night with Qiu Tong's coffin, Uncle Jiang seems to have never cared if he can get the favor of his master, even if the flowergarden has become an ownerless thing, he still takes care of it hard.

Qiu Tongcoffin has now begun to become cautious because of drinking, and he goes back to his room early to rest after finishing his busy work in the flower garden every day, and he no longer dares to go out to surf.

At night, the sound of the fierce river waves does not stop, and the moonlight sprinkles on the surface of the river, like the silver glow of a river, which is going north with the water.

Every time Qiu Tongcoffin listened to the sound of the river, he would always fall asleep quickly, and the sleepiness of the whole person was stretched long and heavy by the river, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

Not long after Qiu Tongcoffin fell asleep, a strange change occurred on his body, and I saw a phantom floating on his body, slowly flying out of the room, and flying towards the Divine Tomb Sword Tomb.

Unlike the last time, Qiu Tong's coffin was still in a state of sleep in the shadow, and he almost didn't notice that his soul had left his body again.

It wasn't until there was a burst of shouts of killing in his ears that he slowly opened his eyes.

It's still the dilapidated courtyard full of black flavors, and it's still a hundred-foot building that makes people forget it.

There is a figure in the air who is constantly practicing all kinds of moves, and the weapons in his hands have been constantly changing, and each weapon in his hand is dancing smoothly, as if he has been refining this weapon since he was born.

But later, the man danced faster and faster, and every half a move, the weapon in his hand changed, and the sword light and sword light alternated on him, like thunder and fire, and it seemed as if he was fighting an enemy who could never be defeated.

In the end, the figure finally stopped, and the weapon in his hand dissipated, and what made the figure stop was a long knife in the man's abdomen, a knife that pierced the body, and when did someone come out of the knife, Qiu Tongcoffin didn't see it at all.

Qiu Tongcoffin saw that it was just when he was in a trance, and a gust of west wind brought out a poem:

Independent rivers and lakes drink wind and snow, love and hate all your life!

An old man walked out of the building, silver-haired and plain robe, and his emaciated face was full of the ruthless vicissitudes of time.

Qiu Tongcoffin recognized at a glance that the person was the old man who almost killed him not long ago, a nymphomaniac!

He hurriedly ran out of the building, but the door was wide open, and he couldn't get out anyway, like a transparent wall, cutting off his only way out.

Qiu Tongcoffin was so anxious that he shouted: "Master Hua!! Lord Luohan!! save me!!"

The Jue gently stretched out a hand, and Qiu Tong's coffin, which was a foot away from him, immediately seemed to be picked up.

The cold voice of the nympho made Qiu Tongcoffin feel a chill when he heard it: "I obviously have hands and feet, but I still have to ask a group of flowers for help, if I were you, I guess I would be so ashamed that I would kill myself! You left your soul three times and twice, do you want to steal the martial arts that those wastes left on this Jiangdao Tower?"

Qiu Tongqi felt that his neck was almost stuck and he couldn't breathe, so he was so anxious that he waved his hand vigorously.

The snorted and threw him to the ground: "Xiao Weizi learned some skills of stealing chickens and touching dogs, so he dared to come to the shrine and knife grave, did your master teach you some kung fu to seek death?"

Qiu Tongxiang covered his neck, and there was still a painful expression on his face: "Cough! cough! Cough! I... I... I don't have a Master, I don't know what you're talking about... ”

The swung out a palm and smashed it on Qiu Tongcoffin's chest, Qiu Tongcoffin screamed, his mouth was red, and he just heard the sound of two bones shattering.

Qiu Tong's coffin was picked up by the force of a palm, slammed into the wall, and fell to the ground, shrinking into a ball of pain, but he couldn't shout a word.

The frowned: "Sure enough, there is no internal force in the body, this is strange, it is really strange, hahaha!! Xiaoweizi, how do you get in every time, explain it clearly, you can avoid death!"

Qiu Tongcoffin rolled on the ground twice, and slowly knelt down, but he still couldn't speak.

Seeing this, the saw this, and a black pill in his hand disappeared in a flash and flew into Qiu Tongqi's mouth.

The pill was like a living thing, and it kept drilling into Qiu Tong's coffin's stomach, and after a while, Qiu Tongcoffin felt a warm current rise in his abdomen, and the severe pain just now disappeared.

The asked impatiently, "Tell me, this medicine can save your life, and it can kill you, and it all depends on how much patience I have with you!"

Where did Qiu Tongcoffin dare to be lazy, and said urgently: "I... I... I don't know, every time I fall asleep, I come here for some reason... Oh! By the way, the first time I came during the day, and that time I accidentally broke in, and I only had that time... ”

Qiu Tongcoffin was still saying some words begging for mercy, and the nymphomaniac was willing to listen, so he directly interrupted him: "Shut up!"

The Jue slowly turned around and looked at the blade on the Kamizuka sword grave.

At this time, the wind rose again, and the sound of golden chirps trembled on the mound blade.

The nympho let out a burst of sneering: "Hmph, hum, haha, a bunch of waste, found another little waste, just thinking about breaking through my shrine knife grave, what a big joke!"

The was a little in the air, and Qiu Tong's coffin was immediately caught in his hand, and the nymphomaniac's hand was like steel and iron, and several blood holes were directly scratched on Qiu Tong's coffin.

Before Qiu Tongcoffin could cry out in pain, he was thrown to the ground by a nymphomaniac.

The kept stepping on Qiu Tong's coffin on his shoulder, and said sharply: "Hurry!

Qiu Tongcoffin didn't know why, so he had to turn around and glance at the Jue, who knew that this head was only half stunned, and he was hooked by the Jue with his toes.

The said angrily, "What are you doing!?"

Qiu Tongcoffin said timidly: "Please... Apprenticeship?"

The roared: "If you want to die, I will let them be my teacher!"

Qiu Tongqi asked blankly, "It seems that there is no one else here." ”

The pointed to the weapons hanging on the upper floor of the shrine knife tomb and said, "Why is there no one, there are a lot of people here, don't you see that this building is full of people? and they are your masters!

The kicked Qiu Tongcoffin back again, Qiu Tongcoffin's head was facing the attic, only to see that the upstairs was full of weapons, but there was no one alive.

Qiu Tongqi asked in a trembling voice, "You mean... Let me worship ... Worship ghosts as teachers?"

The nympho said: "What? You are not happy? You waste masters, you are trying to lure you to this shrine knife grave, isn't it just for this? Or are you afraid of a group of waste, but you are not afraid of me?"

Feeling that the foot was stepping on his body more and more, Qiu Tongcoffin hurriedly slammed his head on the ground, and he didn't know how many heads he snorted.

He remembered an important question, and he asked, "That... What am I talking about? ”

The said: "I don't care what you say, you think for yourself!"

Qiu Tongcoffin thought that the nymphomaniac was full of people upstairs, and a sinister aura rose in his heart, after this worship, I am afraid that I will not want to sleep well in the future, but how can a dead ghost compare to the living Hades.

Qiu Tongcoffin took a deep breath and squinted heavily: "Everyone... The disciples are very high in nature, so I won't trouble the masters to come up and run in the future, I... OK... Self-study. ”

The said: "Hmph, if I don't expect, from today onwards, as soon as it is night, your soul will be lured over, and then they will take turns to teach you." ”

When Qiu Tongqi heard this, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground: "I didn't mess with them... WHY WOULD THEY ... Find me ... ”

The said: "I'll give you three months, and when the three months are up, you will come to the Divine Tomb Knife Tomb, and then you won't die too ugly!"

Qiu Tongqi hesitated: "But... But... But I... ”

He didn't know what these masters hanging upstairs would teach him, thinking that in the middle of the night, he would have to face these masters hanging upstairs, and the cold sweat on Qiu Tong's coffin couldn't stop flowing out.

The nympho cried out: "But what is it! It's decided! You are another waste chosen by these wastes, and the old man likes to kill waste the most!"

Qiu Tong's coffin was frightened.

The nympho shook his sleeves, stood in front of the hundred-foot tall building, and said to the weapons all over the building: "I'm not my opponent when I'm alive, and if I'm dead, I'll find someone to avenge you together, okay! I'll satisfy you! Hahaha, the nympho has seen a lot of waste in this life, and you are the most special!"

Qiu Tongqi only felt that the sound of the laughing wildly was getting louder and louder, and in the end, it was almost bursting his ears.

He couldn't help but scream, but as soon as he roared, he woke up again.

It's still my own small room, there is no black smell all over the yard, there is no strange building, and there is no nymphomaniac.

Qiu Tongqi suddenly felt that his ears were warm and wet, and he touched his fingers, but found that his fingers were full of blood!

He hurriedly brought clean water to clean it, his heart was so frightened that his hands and feet were flustered, and he almost knocked over the basin.

The blood in his ears had clearly told him that it was not a dream, it was all true.

Looking at his frightened expression in the bronze mirror on the side, Qiu Tongcoffin counted his money, and an idea popped up in his heart: escape!

It doesn't matter if he's the living Hades or the dead ghosts hanging all over the floor, as long as he runs away, where else will they go to find him?

Just thinking about it like this, it seems that I feel very sorry for Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang regards himself as a son, and walks away like this, which is really sorry for him.

But in the blink of an eye, he thought of everything that happened in the dream, and he panicked again, and now he couldn't care much more, so he hurriedly left a book on the table, packed up the important softness, and ran straight out.

Horses are fast horses, Qiu Tongcoffin and the best horse shop in the city, with the name of Jiangdaolou, selected high-quality fast horses.

Qiu Tongcoffin was riding on the horse, feeling the feeling of the wind blowing on his face, the more crazy the wind blew, the faster the horse ran, the more relieved he was.

Because this proves that he is getting farther and farther away from Jiang Dao Tower, the farther away he is, the safer he is, and he is no longer afraid of any nymphomaniac, as well as his dead ghost masters.

Running from sunrise to sunset, Qiu Tongxiang didn't know how far he had run, only that this good fast horse had also run so that the horse's nose was full of anger.

After a day of running away, the sun had sunk in the west, and it was almost dark.

He found an inn to prepare for a rest, entered the store, tied his horse into the trough, walked into the lobby, threw the package on the table, and immediately asked Xiao Er for a large pot of hot tea.

The store was very thoughtful, the temperature of the tea was just at the entrance, and Qiu Tongcoffin was like he had never drunk water in his life, and he began to drink wildly at the mouth of the tea.