The old man felt as if he had been hit by a mountain peak behind him, and he almost lost consciousness in pain, and the blood in his mouth spurted out like a spring, and he fell to the ground, unable to even raise his head, and couldn't really move.

As a killer, he knew exactly what he had to do when he landed in the field, which was to blow himself up to prevent the secrets of the shadows from being found out from his soul.

But it's a pity that Qiao Yuan also knows this, so before he makes a move, he told Ling Wanchen to seal his Yuan Baby, and now the old man of the lark is just the fish and meat that can be slaughtered on the board, and he can't do anything.

Qiao Yuan didn't look at him, but came to Ling Wanchen's side for the first time, and saw that there was still a trace of red blood on the corner of her mouth that had not been wiped away, and couldn't help but worry: "Wanchen, how are you?"

Ling Wanchen smiled slightly, let Qiao Yuan wipe the blood for her, shook her head and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a little injured, and you can recover after going back to breathe for a while." ”

Qiao Yuan didn't feel anything when he heard it, but the old man who was lying on the ground and was still conscious was scolding bitterly in his heart, so close to the self-detonation, and after resisting, he actually said that he was only slightly injured, where did these two demons come from.

Glancing at the sky, it was already very close to midnight, Qiao Yuan didn't want to spend the night with Ling Wanchen in this wilderness, so he didn't immediately ask the old man Skylark, but after fainting him, he rushed directly towards Yaocheng at full speed.

Flying for dozens of miles, Qiao Yuan's brows frowned slightly, because the scene of the straw man blowing himself up just now was so amazing that the monks within a radius of hundreds of miles were attracted to him, and he didn't have to pay attention to those monks who were just joining in the fun, but there were a few Yaocheng spies who followed them, if these people went back, they would definitely bring a lot of unnecessary trouble to Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen glanced at each other, comprehended, and flew towards the spies hidden in the shadows very quickly, those people are not high in cultivation, and the leader is the early stage of Jindan, but he is only good at tracking and concealing techniques, but under the strong divine consciousness of the two, there is nothing to hide at all.

Soon, those people were cleared out one by one, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen reined in their breath, flew to a thousand feet in the air, avoided the monks who went to join in the fun, and rushed towards Yaocheng as fast as possible.

In the guest room of the inn, Qiao Yuan laid down a prohibition, waved his hand and released the old man of the lark who was included in the forbidden array tower, a stream of spiritual power poured into his body, and stuffed a pill to stabilize the injury to him, and after a while, the old man of the lark woke up.

Although the bones of his whole body were shattered and his five organs were seriously damaged, there was no pain or fear on his face, and he stared at Qiao Yuan with blazing eyes, and he made up his mind that he would not say a word if he was killed.

"Wanchen, you go and heal first. Qiao Yuan didn't rush to ask, but looked at Ling Wanchen and said with a soft gaze.

Ling Wanchen nodded, turned around and walked into the inner room, meditating cross-legged.

In the quiet night, only a dim oil lamp was reflected here, the old man of the lark sat on the chair, unable to move, Qiao Yuan moved a chair, sitting in front of him, there was only a knee between the two, if anyone else was here, I am afraid that they would think that they were old friends who were talking for a long time.

Without opening his mouth to break the silence, Qiao Yuan turned over and took out a pot of aged wine from the storage ring, and then turned over and took out the teapot, teacups and other utensils, and cooked the tea leaves on the spot.

"I don't know what Taoist friends like to drink, so I have prepared some, this wine is the most famous century-old red in Yaocheng, and this tea is the Qingyao Maocui of the Li family shop in Qinnan Lane, which are all local specialties, and I also tasted it for the first time. ”

The tea was boiling, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, accompanied by Qiao Yuan's soft explanation, if you don't know, you will really think that these two people are friends who are reunited in another country.

The old man looked at all this coldly, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart, in his opinion, what Qiao Yuan said and did was useless.

"In fact, I personally prefer to drink tea, the new tea is fragrant, the taste is astringent and bitter, it can refresh the mind, and although this wine is mellow, it is intoxicating and intoxicating, easy to get lost and illusory, I don't know if friends like to drink tea or drink?"

Having said that, Qiao Yuan poured himself a cup of tea and a glass of wine for the old man Skylark.

Tasting tea slowly, Qiao Yuan had enough patience to interrogate him, and guessed that he might not be able to say a word.

After drinking a pot of tea, it was a quarter of an hour, Qiao Yuan suddenly put down the cup, looked at the old man who had closed his eyes, and said lightly: "About the shadow, I won't ask a word, I just want to know the origin of this thing, I have given you a quarter of an hour to think about it, if you say, I promised to let you live, if you still don't say, then this toast will become a punishment wine." ”

Hearing this, the old man of the lark moved in his heart, if he did not reveal the secret of the shadow, it would be acceptable, after thinking about it, he slowly opened his eyes again, and looked at the cup of "Hundred Years of Red" that had been placed for a long time.

Qiao Yuan smiled slightly, pointed to the wine glass, and suddenly the wine flew into the mouth, flowing into the mouth of the old man of the lark.

After savoring it for a while, the old man of the lark said coldly: "You make an oath first." ”

Qiao Yuan did not hesitate at all, and directly swore that he had no intention of deceiving the old man Lark, if he was willing to say it happily, it would be impossible to help him heal.

Seeing that Qiao Yuan was so decisive, the old man of the lark flashed with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he made a judgment in his heart, and slowly spoke: "Actually, the old man didn't know the true origin of this spiritual weapon, and back then, it was also an accident to get it." ”

Saying that, he couldn't help but show a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and looked down at the fishing net spirit weapon in Qiao Yuan's hand and was stunned, looking at it like this, there should be a story behind this thing.

Qiao Yuan patiently poured another glass of wine for him, putting on a deaf look.

In the dead of night, with the closure of the gate of Yaocheng, the prosperity and liveliness of the city were also hidden in the darkness, in the hall on the first floor of the inn, the tired shopkeeper was dozing off on the table, and the cold wind blew from time to time outside the half-open door, pushing the lanterns hanging high on the beams and pillars to sway from side to side.

Just as dawn was approaching, a young man with black hair and purple lips walked in slowly, his appearance did not make a sound, and naturally did not alarm the shopkeeper who had already fallen asleep.

Without even looking at the hall on the first floor, the young man's gaze swept directly to the second and third floors, his expression gloomy as a pool of secluded pools.

Soon, his eyes locked on the innermost guest room on the third floor, and he licked his purple lips, and the whole person looked full of evil energy.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't go up, but turned around and left the inn.

The innermost room on the third floor was the residence of Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen, at this moment, Qiao Yuan had already listened to the story of the old man Skylark, and let him heal his injuries here for a short time, until his injuries recovered a little, and he could leave on his own after he could move.

Originally, he was still thinking about the story he had just heard, but he didn't think that a strong divine sense fell on the prohibition he had arranged, and he didn't act rashly, and waited until the young man left the inn before Qiao Yuan pushed open the window and looked at the empty street outside, with a thoughtful expression.