In the barren mountains fifty miles away from Kyoto, the wind and rain do not stop.

There were corpses everywhere, red blood covered the hillsides, and the wind whipped up rubble everywhere. The rubble crashed against the dirt slope, the bluestone, and the people, and there was a rattling sound.

At the bottom of the hillside, a man in a black night suit stood with a sword in the wind, and the night suit was full of tears, and blood spilled out of it, and was quickly swept away by the wind. Behind the man, corpses covered the long slope.

A man walked down the hillside, his whole body shrouded in black mist. The black mist seems to be corrosive, and as soon as the rubble enters the black mist, it disappears without a trace.

The man raised his hand and poked at the man in the night suit, and the man fell, long dead.

Suddenly, the storm and rain came to a standstill, and a silver spear pierced through the wind and rain and pierced straight into the black mist. Wherever the silver spear passed, the space was shaking.

The people in the black mist hurriedly pinched the trick, and the black mist condensed between the guns, as if to block the silver spear. However, this silver spear was too domineering, and the black mist was pierced before it could be solidified, and it dissipated into nothingness. The man in the black mist was shaken and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that the silver spear was about to penetrate his heart, a middle-aged woman flew down the slope, reached into the black mist with one hand, grabbed the man's robe, and pulled it back. The other hand met the silver spear, the space rippled like water waves, the silver spear was shaken back, and the middle-aged woman withstood the huge force and retreated again and again.

Li Yanqing stretched out his hand to catch the silver spear and stood beside the man in night clothes, and the Li family monks who followed closely behind him landed one after another and stood in a fan shape. Li Yanqing glanced at the corpse of the man in night clothes on the ground, a little sad and indignant.

All the people brought by the previous outpost have been killed in battle.

"Chang Yiqiao, as an elder of the Dao Sect, you actually colluded with the Netherworld Palace!"

The middle-aged woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneered: "As long as you can kill her and ruin the future of your Li family, what's the harm in joining forces with the Hell Palace?"

"Unreasonable!"

Li Yanqing raised the gun and stabbed Chang Yiqiao directly, Chang Yiqiao did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his hand into a claw, and grabbed the silver gun, but he wanted to resist Li Yanqing's offensive with his body.

"I'll stop him, you quickly lay down the barrier!" Chang Yiqiao turned his head and roared at the group of people shrouded in black mist on the slope.

Half of the Black Mist people flew out to block the Li family's monks, and the other half stood around the ruined Dao Hall on the mountain, secretly forming a formation. An enchantment had been set up on the periphery of the Dao Hall to cover the battle outside. And what they have to do now is to lay out an enchantment that is difficult for pseudo-immortals to break in a short period of time.

I saw that the black mist on the bodies of the monks in the Yin Hell Hall outside the Dao Hall gradually converged above the Dao Hall, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices, which then led to more black mist, surrounding the dilapidated Dao Hall from top to bottom. When the dilapidated Dao Hall was almost completely shrouded in black fog, the Black Mist Man who had been rescued by Chang Yiqiao before smiled at Li Yanqing and turned around and walked towards the Dao Hall.

That person is actually in the Enlightenment Realm!

Chang Yiqiao stabilized his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and laughed a little crazily: "Hahahaha...... Ninety-four years ago, when Daoist Wu Yin was forced to die by you on Sanqing Mountain, did you ever think that there would be today...... Hahahaha...... Wu Yin, Yi Qiao has avenged you...... Revenge...... Hahahaha......"

"That's his own fault!"

Li Yanqing's forehead was bruised, his eyes were red, and he was full of murderous intent.

"Go and invite Chongde Ancestor!"

......

The dilapidated Dao Hall seemed to be warming up because of the reunion of a pair of "enemies", and Li Dazhuang hid aside with Zhai Yu in his mind, pretending to glance around casually, as if no one wanted to break this atmosphere.

But some people don't think so.

"Who do you say is a tigress? The skin is itching again...... Hey, where are you looking?"

Saying that, Liu Ruoxin turned around, and she didn't see any movement, and she had already changed into clean clothes. The same was true for the other two women.

Since Li Dazhuang recognized that the person was Liu Ruoxin, he was relieved. Speaking of which, he likes this girl a lot, she is extremely beautiful, she looks like a big family, but she has never had a big family. When he was a child, he came to the village to play, and every time Ye Hongfeng took him around. Many women in the village talked about them when they had nothing to do, and they thought all day long that if Ye Xiaozi could marry her, it would also be a good story. However, when it comes to talking, few people are really optimistic about them, after all, the plot of the daughter of a big family being abducted by poor Xiucai in the book is still somewhat unreal in reality. What's more, Ye Xiaozi is a half-talent at all, full of economy, undeniable, and passable in virtue, but if he is not serious, it is the virtue that everyone shouts and beats, how can there be any bookishness.

In the words of the villagers, it is "also a little lacking in virtue".

Fortunately, since Ye Lao went to sea to visit the immortals a few months ago, Ye Xiaozi has rarely become serious, and it took a long time for the people in the village to barely adapt to his change. It's just that he has been holding back for so long, and at this time, it is Ying Chengye Lao who has come out to break through, but I am afraid that he will go further and further on the road of "letting go of himself".

Ye Hongfeng saw them change their clothes when they raised their hands, and he didn't think about it deeply, but just sighed regretfully: "To be honest, I prefer your appearance of 'pear blossoms with rain'......"

This "pear blossom with rain" does not refer to their tearful and sentimental appearance. Recalling Ye Hongfeng's previous thief's eyes, it is not difficult to guess that the so-called "pear blossoms with rain" probably refers to the appearance of their clothes being soaked in rain when they came in.

Thinking of this, Liu Ruoxin was very ashamed.

This guy really hasn't changed at all!

You must know that when Sister Emei first took her into Jixue Village, there was a bad guy who followed them with a book in his hand, pretending to read the words of the sages, while glancing at her with sinister eyes. So much so that he later developed such a violent temper.

Liu Ruoxin raised her hand and punched him directly in the chest, only to see Ye Hongfeng being beaten backwards again and again, rubbing his chest and screaming at the same time.

She used eight points of strength in this punch, and she forced two points back when she threw the punch. If it weren't for Ye Hongfeng's expression being too exaggerated, she would really think that she was hurting him.

But even if it is eight points of strength, it is really not to be underestimated. After all, she is a real Yudan realm.

This kid's physical strength has actually increased a lot!

After the punch, they didn't think much about it, and several people sat around the fire again.

Liu Ruoxin picked up a branch, poked it in the fire, and asked as if inadvertently, "How long have we not seen each other?"

Ye Hongfeng stared at the fire, as if in a daze, but the moment her words fell, he blurted out: "Four years, two months and five days." ”

Liu Ruoxin lowered her head slightly, her cheeks seemed to be a little rosy, and she didn't know if it was because of the fire or other reasons: "Are you still grabbing raccoons everywhere like you did when you were a child?"

Ye Hongfeng seemed to recall something, and said with a smile: "When Sister Emei brought you to the village for the last time, you also said that you would take one back to raise. I don't understand what's so good about this raccoon dog that you always remember. I thought, as long as I keep catching, keep catching, and save up until a certain amount goes to Kyoto to find you, maybe I'll understand. It's just that I've been saving up for more than four years, and I didn't have the courage to go to Kyoto to find you, and you never came again...... In fact, a few days ago, I caught a soul that was born, and I named it Xiao Han when I saw its cute and cute appearance. Originally, I thought of sending it to you in Kyoto, but then I realized that my grandfather would be the only one left when I left, so I kept it with my grandfather......"

Ye Hongfeng said to himself, and Liu Ruoxin also buried her head lower and lower. No one disturbed them, and they sat quietly by the fire, listening to a young man tell his mind.

It would be nice if life was so peaceful and beautiful.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will eventually wither, and the black fog man stands quietly outside the door of the Taoist hall, the wind and rain converge behind him, and he is torn to pieces by lightning.

The Black Mist Man gradually hooked the corners of his mouth and sneered, and the temperature of that smile made this heaven and earth suddenly cold, like a demon breaking free from hell, trying to crush all the beautiful illusions in the world.

Short story after the chapter:

Ye Hongfeng: "Author, get out, I promise not to kill you!"

The pen discussed the sweat on his forehead and asked weakly, "What's the matter?"

Ye Hongfeng shouted indignantly: "'Pear blossoms bring rain', am I so obscene?

The pen waved his hand, quietly took a step back, and said weakly: "I suddenly remembered that there was a gas leak at home, so I lost my company." ”

"Don't run, let's see if my big fist of iron bumps can make you 'pear blossoms bring rain'. ”

On that day, I remembered the fear of being dominated by **.