Qiu Shan thought about it for a while, his expression became complicated, and his face became even more gloomy:

"Are you the kid next to Liu's family back then?"

Feng Qianmo didn't expect Qiu Shan to be able to see through his identity, he was too young back then, and he thought it should be inconspicuous. He doesn't even remember the memories of that time.

But since he was told that he was heeled, Feng Qianmo would not hide it, and nodded:

"Yes. ”

Qiu Shan's eyes were cold, staring at Feng Qianmo:

"You shielded the assassins of the National Teacher's Mansion today, aren't you afraid of losing the face of the Liu family?"

Feng Qianmo shook his head:

"Qianmo is no longer under the Wanjun Mountain, he is under the ......" Feng Qianmo paused slightly and continued:

"No, it's just a casual practice now. Everything has nothing to do with Wanjun Mountain, it only represents Feng Qianmo alone. ”

Qiu Shanqiang resisted the urge to kill the two of them with a knife, clenched the handle of the knife, and said angrily:

"Do you know what the assassins of the National Teacher's Mansion represent in the territory of Zhenbei?! Over the years, how many official mansions and Jianghu Junyan have died under the assassins of the National Teacher's Mansion, and you don't know how many Feng Qianmo don't know?! Just because she is your sister, you don't have to be punished? Even if Liu Dangjia is standing here in person, he doesn't dare to say such a thing!"

Feng Qianmo had long known the consequences of such a single-minded action. Take a long breath:

"Senior, Feng Qianmo has only one relative in this life. Since Qian Mo remembered learning martial arts, there was only one thought, which was to find her.

For so many years, Qianmo has been doing his luck and doing his luck day by day, so that one day, when he encounters a situation like today, he can fight for even the slightest bit of life for Mo Yu regardless of everything. ”

It's just that after all, there are some differences with his imagination - he didn't expect this day to come so quickly and so suddenly, and he didn't expect that the enemy of him was not the National Teacher's Mansion, but the Zhenbei Palace. Of course, there is no need to say these words.

He Feng Qianmo is disloyal and unfilial at this time, and there is no room for quibble.

Qiu Shan's face was painful, and he hated iron but not steel: "Even the master of the sect thought that you were quite aura back then, why did you become such an unreasonable person today? I will give you one last chance today: you give this woman to me, you can still get the courtesy of the Qiushui faction, and then I will intercede for her again with you, as long as she has the heart to repent, she will be lightly dismissed, how about it?"

What made Qiu Shan thunder was that Feng Qianmo shook his head without the slightest hesitation. Then the nonsense made Qiu Shan feel hopeless:

"She has no repentance now, I can see it clearly. ”

"Then what is she left to do?!"

Qiu Shan didn't want to bother to say more, and a broad giant knife whistled directly.

Feng Qianmo didn't do anything stupid like he originally said. Hard-headed, he rushed forward three steps, holding a peachwood sword and ate the blow.

Feng Qianmo's wooden sword was like a child's toy under the giant sword. The swords struck, and he himself was more like a child wrestling with adults, and he was instantly repulsed.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-......

Feng Qianmo's last step was already suspended in the air, but under that whistling energy, he insisted on stepping that step back. Standing still, without retreating a step, Feng Qianmo was already a bleak scene with bloodstains on the seven orifices.

Qiu Shan was still a little unbearable, and he naturally left his strength behind that knife:

"After so many years, it's still the pinnacle of the product? It's a pity that I have good qualifications! The playing style is also hopelessly stupid!"

Obviously, if he took a few more steps back, he would feel much better, so why bother to take that breath? Moreover, Qiu Shan could also see that Feng Qianmo's old injuries had not healed, otherwise he would not even be able to take the blow he had kept his strength into.

Feng Qianmo didn't refute, he moved his right hand holding the sword, his eyes were still staring at Qiu Shan, ready to take another knife at any time.

"You, why bother?" Feng Moyu's voice came out, still cold, but after all, there were some different emotions. She is not afraid of death, but in this inexplicable situation, it makes her even more uncomfortable.

Feng Qianmo was stunned, looked back at Feng Moyu, and for the first time in so many days, the corners of his mouth hooked:

"My brother and my sister are different, my sister can be full of lies, but my brother can't. When you say it, you have to do it. ”

Feng Moyu was a little irritable, so she simply didn't turn her head and didn't interject anymore. She didn't know why she was like this, anyway, the whole person was in a mess.

Zhou Ju was confused now, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the young man in the green shirt - this is to give his life here? So he came out of nowhere and said, "Uncle Shi, don't you forget it?"

Qiu Shan glanced at him, he immediately knew that he was farting, his eyes wandered, and he began to pretend to be stupid - I didn't speak just now?

Qiu Shan snorted coldly, regardless of what he couldn't carry, and looked at Feng Qianmo again: "You still want to resist?"

Feng Qianmo nodded: "Unless the seniors can let us go for the time being." All you need is a stick of incense, and you're ready to go. ”

Qiu Shan said disdainfully: "Why should I let you have a stick of incense for a while? You don't have any bargaining chips, and now your seriously injured body can really kill Zhou Ju under my nose?"

Feng Qianmo also felt that there was nothing to say, and nodded: "Then today, Feng Qianmo can die here." ”

Feng Moyu's voice sounded in Feng Moyu's mind: "After I die, the sword qi will dissipate, you are ready." ”

Feng Moyu's eyes lit up, and he instantly shook off all the messy thoughts, and gently touched the dagger in his clothes.

Feng Qianmo naturally has a panoramic view, but he is not very cold, but he is just a little lonely.

"I'll help you hold him back for a moment, it's really desperate, I don't need you to send me, I'll be very simple. ”

Feng Qianmo raised his hand and took a step forward, stretched out one hand, and said:

"Please. ”

Qiu Shan stared at Feng Qianmo - it was a disgusting look of "come to kill Lao Tzu". He snorted the ground, put the big knife on his shoulder, and simply turned around and sat down at a wine table not far away:

"Get out!

Zhou Ju was shocked and wanted to speak again, but when he thought about it, how could he think that it was he who let them go, and that it was he who wanted to stop them?

Feng Qianmo was also very puzzled, retracted his posture, and looked at the big man with a horizontal sword, wanting to determine if he was joking.

Qiu Fei really laughed angrily:

"Do you want to get out of here? I'm going to kill you, and I still use a sneak attack? Get out of your mother!"

Feng Qianmo nodded, took a deep look, directly grabbed Feng Moyu's hand, flew out of the inn through the window, and left quickly.

Zhou Ju nodded—he ran really fast.

Qiu Fei was just drinking at the table, he was an old man, he was very worried! There was a stupid junior around him...... It's okay to not know anything, and it's easier.

The head of the Qiushui faction, that is, his senior sister Qiu Fei, personally met Liu Shanling, who was not yet enshrined.

Liu Shanling and his party back then were just for a child who was still ignorant of his age. That child seems to have some kind of illness and needs the cultivation method of grafting the meridians of the Qiushui Sect. Qiu Shan was lucky enough to see that kid back then - he was extremely talented, full of aura, and he had not yet set foot in cultivation, and he was already at the peak of his entry, which surprised him, and he felt that God was too partial to the child.

At that time, according to rumors, the senior sister of the head of the family rejected Liu Shanling's request, after all, a mental method is often a fundamental one, and it cannot be passed on. But in order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, the head of the family still stayed in the Qiushui faction for a few days, and since then, this matter has gradually been forgotten by the doorman.

Qiu Shan was one of the few people from the Qiushui Sect who had seen that kid with his own eyes, so he wouldn't forget it. That kid was too special, his aura was overflowing, and he could see the difference at a glance, and he was definitely a first-class cultivator. See you today, he understood more things - Liu Shanling himself is a martial arts master, he was in the Shenqi realm at that time, and now he is an absolute first-class immortal figure in the entire Dongcang, why is he obsessed with the Qiushui Sect's mental method? To put it mildly, his own mental method will never be worse than the Qiushui Sect.

Therefore, the problem lies in the word grafting.

With the knife just now, Qiu Shan was tempted, and found that the child's meridians really had a vision, and the aura was blocked, so it was no wonder that he had not been able to advance an inch for so many years.

What really made him stop was another truth he discovered—the mental method that the kid had learned was the Qiushui Sect's mental method! The spiritual power vein was completely the way of the Qiushui Sect!

In other words, the head of the family still gave the Liushan Lingqiu Shui faction the mental method, but because of the morality of the rivers and lakes, he claimed that he had never given it away. After so many years, the child also locked all the disordered spiritual power qi in his body, and without the vision of treasure light transpiration, although the spiritual power was not refined, it was more condensed. It is only the Qiushui Sect that allows him to have some faint hope of peeking into the star realm in this life......

This is clearly a fellow brother. Moreover, it can be regarded as the head of the family...... What made Qiu Shan stop making a move was that he suddenly felt that this child was a little pitiful.

"Hey!" Qiu Shan sighed heavily, and another bowl of liquor poured into his throat.

Zhou Ju was a little frightened when he saw it, and said tentatively:

"Uncle Shi, the three sticks of incense are all there, don't chase them?"

Qiu Shan glanced at him, and said angrily: "Chase a fart!

Zhou Ju sneered, hurriedly sat on the side, and gave Qiu Shan a smile on his face: "Don't chase, don't chase, fight, kill, kill, how bad, hehe......"

......

It was already dozens of miles away from Linyang County, Feng Qianmo breathed slightly, and was about to pull Feng Moyu to hurry again. Feng Moyu saw that on the green shirt on Feng Qianmo's chest, there was already a huge blood mark.

So she shook her head: "If you hurry, you will bleed and die." I don't think the man meant to chase him. ”

Feng Qianmo glanced at his chest, and when he looked at it, he found that his chest was almost wet with blood, and his face turned even paler for a while. He glanced back, and felt that it should be a distance, so he fell to the ground and gasped for air.

With this relaxation, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and Feng Qianmo's forehead was already full of cold sweat.

Feng Moyu squatted beside Feng Qianmo, and his tone was complicated:

"So you're injured too?"

These days, she didn't know that Feng Qianmo was so badly injured, even more serious than the sword in her shoulder. The sword in her, the damage was that the sword qi was scurrying in the meridians, and the external injury was actually okay. After most of the sword qi was removed, there was no major problem.

But Feng Qianmo's wound is not only terrifying. The green shirt was untied, and the wound was irregularly torn, as if someone had wanted to tear Feng Qianmo in half......

Feng Qianmo was already so painful that he couldn't speak, stabilized the wound slightly, but still forcibly got up, and first took Feng Moyu to find a hidden place in this mountain forest.

Feng Qianmo lay on the ground and gasped for breath. Sweat seeped into the wound, and when I breathed it out, blood gushed out of the wound.

"The dagger is gone. ”

Feng Moyu was stunned for a moment, and was a little angry for a while, but he walked to Feng Qianmo's side with a dagger and stretched the dagger to Feng Qianmo's chest.

Feng Qianmo really didn't have much strength, only the peach wood sword on the side was already ready to move, and he was also gently holding it down.

Feng Moyu slashed off the polyp on the side of Feng Qianmo's wound, and then quickly sprinkled a bottle of healing potion on his wound.

Feng Qianmo broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

Feng Moyu silently walked back to the side, squatted on the ground, and didn't look at him anymore.

The pain faded away, and it turned into a cool feeling. He was a little embarrassed and had to sit up again.

Feng Moyu said coldly: "Don't waste my medicine!"

Feng Qianmo was helpless, so he had to lie down obediently. He said softly, "I'm sorry I misunderstood you." ”

Feng Moyu didn't have a good tone: "The first time I pulled out the dagger, I really wanted to kill you, and I flattened it." ”

There was silence for a long time......

Wind Mofeather had been waiting for his voice to determine what they were going to do next. Now for her, Feng Qianmo will soon be the enemy of the whole world in the jurisdiction of Zhenbei, and she naturally knows this.

"Na," Feng Moyu couldn't help it a little, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I'm not your sister's." ”

Voiceless.

Feng Moyu frowned, she suddenly was, turned her head to look, Feng Qianmo was lying in place motionless.

Her mind was stunned, and for a moment it went blank - dead?

Did you just sprinkle the wrong medicine? Wrong poison? No, you can't have made such a mistake!

Feng Moyu hurriedly ran to Feng Qianmo's side, angry and annoyed for a moment - the young man in green shirt fell asleep in the breeze, only snoring.

The girl looked at the dagger in her hand and tossed it aside. She stared quietly at the young man's cheek, and suddenly felt that he was silly and a little cute.

"Well......" Feng Qianmo may not have really slept for a long time, and muttered at this time: "Yu'er, call brother...... Listen to ...... brother."

Feng Moyu pouted - the dream was still stinky.

She suddenly wanted to laugh again. With her hand gently brushing away the long hair on the young man's forehead, looking at his eyebrows, she said softly:

"Brother......