Song Qingyang came to a skyscraper with a solemn expression.

I never thought that I hadn't seen Brother Xu when I went down the mountain, but I met the Hell King Dog next to Brother Xu first, at that time, the tomb of bones buried in the Yin Land of the back mountain, the evil way giants were monstrous, Song Qingyang and Lian Cang, the junior brother of the same faction, were seriously injured, fortunately, the soul devouring dog arrived to solve the evil cultivation, which was equivalent to saving Song Qingyang and Lian Cang, who were in danger of hanging by a thread in disguise, Song Qingyang was naturally grateful, and the one who reached the path of cultivation was the first, unlike Jin Xiaqi who followed the little fox demon and a senior, Song Qingyang was sincere to Xiao Hei's seniors, and at this moment, Xiao Hei's explanation was naturally done with all his heart。

It's just that you can't go on a rampage like a brainless fly and worm with all your might. Naturally, you can't be in prison, let alone mess around.

"The predecessor once confessed, I'm afraid the matter is more complicated and thrilling than he imagined, just for a moment it seems that the person deliberately leaked a little qi, even the predecessor didn't dare to confirm it, just confessed that he was investigating from afar. Song Qingyang looked at the skyscraper in front of him, looked up and thought in his heart, and sighed lightly, "An opponent that even the predecessors are afraid of." ”

It's just that the eight immortals cross the sea to show their magical powers. Regarding the investigation of these things, Song Qingyang still has some experience in asking himself.

Song Qingyang took out a small green bamboo seal from his sleeve and took a breath at the snow-white pen, and a stream of golden pen ink like melting gold slowly moistened the nib.

Song Qingyang looked around at no one, holding a pen in his right hand, and wiping it on the ground with his left hand, the hard ground was as soft as a canvas, undulating with the wind.

"The dragon and phoenix are hidden in the painting, and the judge judges the yin and yang, a certain shape, two fixed gods, and three fixed rhymes. Song Qingyang twisted and cast the spell, the pen was like a god, the pen ran smoothly, and the golden pen and ink shone brightly.

A golden-scaled carp jumped out of the canvas ground, and instantly crashed into the hard wall, and in a trance, there seemed to be a flash of golden light on the glass wall of the skyscraper.

Song Qingyang still keeps brushing, but it is no longer a golden carp, but three golden cicadas flutter out of the canvas, the golden cicada first appears, the melted gold-like ink is still shining, and when the golden cicada flies to a height of three zhang in the sky, it fades into a dazzling golden suit, turning into an ordinary branch autumn cicada, and even the sound of chirping is no different.

What's even more amazing is that the aura here does not fluctuate in the slightest.

Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven.

Song Qingyang seems to have just done a simple thing, but God knows how much risk he has to take, if Xiao Hei is estimated to be good, the other party is so tricky, he doesn't dare to guarantee that he can hide from the world, and he can already be regarded as doing these things with his head on his trouser belt.

Song Qingyang put the green bamboo seal into his sleeve, clapped his hands, and disappeared in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, he had appeared on an old tree, but the leaves were covered, and the person enjoying the shade under the tree did not even notice that there was an extra person on his head.

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring, let alone the grace of saving lives. Song Qingyang was aware of Xiao Hei's state at that time, and he didn't need to say much to understand that the person in this matter was an extremely important person to his predecessors, and where could he really detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy from a distance?

Song Qingyang closed his eyes, the golden carp in his left eye was swimming, and the golden cicada in his right eye was circling. The grand view of heaven and earth is in the eyes.

But as everyone knows, everything is seen by Nanxing. It's not so much in the eyes, but in the hands of Nanxing, everything is in the compass far away.

Nanxing also closes its eyes.

"It's a decent and heroic look. Nanxing closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Compared with ordinary immortal cultivators, what Nanxing saw in his eyes was much bigger, so big that some monks with magical powers couldn't believe it, and Nanxing could see the weather.

The mysterious and mysterious atmosphere is just in the clouds and fog, and the time is not good.

Nanxing felt something interesting, the compass in his hand moved slightly, only to see the surrounding scene transform, in the blink of an eye, the figure of the little fox had disappeared, and Nanxing seemed to be in another world, surrounded by clouds and smoke, and the clouds were deep and unknown.

At the same time, Song Qingyang's eyes were like a thunderbolt exploding, and a phantom appeared.

"This fellow Daoist, being so sneaky is a bit petty. Song Qingyang smiled at the phantom shadow of Nanxing in his eyes.

For Song Qingyang, this is tantamount to a thunderstorm in the clear sky and a straight split of dead wood, and the cold sweat behind him immediately gushes like a spring, soaking his clothes, and he expected that he might be discovered, but he never expected that the other party would come to the door in a moment! On the road of cultivation, it is very common to kill people without saying a word, besides, this matter, tracing back to the source, from the perspective of the phantom in front of him, he is the outsider who is uninvited and ignorant of current affairs.

Song Qingyang stabilized his mind and said calmly: "Entrusted by others, although he is not able to do it, his heart is also open. ”

The phantom of Nanxing was still full of smiles, and the smoke clouds changed with the turbulence of his figure, and the phantom stretched out his hand and made a move, and actually pulled the golden carp painted by Song Qingyang directly from the void into his palm.

The phantom looked at the strange golden scales and also liked it, and lowered his head to tease, no longer looking at Song Qingyang, but just bowed his head and said: "What a person who is entrusted by others, although he is not as strong as he can't, his heart is also open, have you ever thought about the rights and wrongs of the entrusted things?"

Song Qingyang was silent, he didn't know, but for the soul eater dog seniors who saved his life, Song Qingyang could guarantee that the seniors would not be entrusted to non-people, and even, Song Qingyang was already ready to die, one life for another, how fast, just thinking of his own master and his own mountain, Song Qingyang had some hesitation, and asked himself, how can there be such a simple multiple-choice question in life.

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness are difficult to achieve, no wonder everyone wants to cultivate a pure nature, if it is an evil cultivation, it is okay, regardless of his three seven twenty-one, he will vent his depression after killing, if he is a reckless man, he will seek peace of mind with one mind, but it is not Song Qingyang himself, I believe that the old man will never recognize himself as an apprentice if he wakes up.

"Don't be cautious and disturb my state of mind. Song Qingyang spoke, and the turmoil in his heart returned to its original state. Without him, he just believes that Brother Xu and the predecessors of the Soul Eater Dog are human.

It's a big gamble, a gamble on your own heart.

Nanxing Phantom was still happy to tease the golden carp in his hand, and said, "I think Daoyou is also a decent child, where can he play those small tricks that are not in the stream, please rest assured, just sit down and chat, sit and talk, we are not qualified, right?"

Nanxing was polite, but Song Qingyang felt that the sharp blade was close to the tip of his eyebrows.

"You don't want to know what's going on?" Nanxing turned his back, like looking at the little fox demon Lingdie who had been hidden by him. Without waiting for Song Qingyang to answer, he spoke to himself.

Two or three hours ago.

The little fox demon Lingdie has returned from buying vegetables from the market, holding the vegetables and Xiao Hei's favorite meat in one hand, holding the mobile phone in the other, looking at the recipes cooked by the chef on the Internet, humming a small song in his mouth.

Without warning, he suddenly bumped into a person.

The little fox didn't have time to look up, thinking that he was too attentive to his mobile phone, and when he ran into a pedestrian, he quickly nodded and apologized, but before the person in front of him could speak, a girl who made the little fox hate it sounded.

"Yo, remember me?"

It's the stinky girl who asks her seniors to kiss in the video game area!

The little fox demon immediately raised his eyebrows coldly, and he didn't have time to think about how the other party found himself and what his purpose was, so he just responded-for-tat: "I'm sorry, I don't know, who are you?"

"Yo yo, you don't have a big chest and you don't have a big memory, you forgot about the incident with that dog man in the video game area?" Sister Li flashed out from behind Nanxing and mocked.

"You speak more civilly, do you say it again?" the little fox tilted his head and smiled, just as he did then.

It was a war between two women, and Nanxing was reluctant to participate.

If there are no surprises.

But there are many accidents in the world.