Xuanzi didn't answer, and said anxiously: "My friend, look for my friend first......"

As soon as the words fell, Shengzi next to him moved his hand and let out a heaviness.

Ink Shadow quickly walked over and helped him up, his face was dirty, bloody, and muddy, and he couldn't see his full picture.

"Shengzi, how are you?" asked Xuanzi with concern.

Shengzi did not answer.

Mo Ying has been seriously injured since he was a child, and he knows the physical condition of people well, plus he can't practice, his master Zhuge Wenwu ordered him to practice calligraphy and cultivate his mind, read books and meditate on his mind.

He quickly took out the small porcelain bottle, opened it, and fed him the last life-sustaining pill. Only then did he say: "He has not practiced martial arts, it is a miracle that he can persist until now, after eating this life-sustaining pill, don't worry, he will be fine after resting for two hours." ”

Only then did Xuanzi let go of his hanging heart, told everything that happened here, and exchanged names. It's just that Mo Ying didn't say that his surname was Mo, but that his surname was Wu.

It's not that he deliberately wants to hide it, a few words in Luoyang City, the master's teachings are not daring to look forward to, he has a deep hatred of blood, and he is careful everywhere, plus he is already the fifth child of the Shenmo Pavilion, but there is nothing wrong with it.

"Didn't you think it was Genye again?" said Moying.

"Little Fifth Brother, do you know this person?" asked Xuanzi.

"One side of the relationship, but I heard that this person is arrogant, bloodthirsty, and has a high cultivation realm!"

"Yes, it's him, he robbed me of the scriptures, injured my friends, if it weren't for the little fifth brother and the shirt sister, we would have died in this mountain forest, the great grace is not grateful, Xuanzi remembered it. ”

The three of them were chatting, but unexpectedly, a voice not far away said: "Lord Xia, there is a fire in front of you!" ”

As soon as Xiao Xuanzi entered the immeasurable, he immediately said: "The two life-saving graces, I will report them in the future, and you will take the first step!"

"How can that work?" said Moying.

"I can perceive that the other party is by no means an ordinary person, the methods of the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect must be cruel and vicious, if you don't leave, I'm afraid you will lose your life, not to mention that Sister Shirt is only in the realm of knowing fate, and brother, you have never practiced at all, I still have a friend here, I have to protect him thoroughly, if I have something, please help me recover the scriptures in Xuanye's hands!"

Mo Ying, Yan shirts and shirts are all admired, and there are big husbands who do it at a young age.

No matter how high Xiao Xuanzi's cultivation is, he is just a child, how can we watch a child choose to flee in order to protect the lives of our friends?

Thinking of this, Mo Ying said: "This is not good, we will accompany you, although I have not practiced, I will not hold you back!"

Mo Ying said it seriously, Xiao Xuanzi's eyes were a little moist, and Yan Yiyi also said: "Xuanzi, there is a sister here, don't worry!"

Genko nodded and said nothing. Mo Ying beckoned, signaled the shirt and Xiao Xuanzi to lean their ears over, and then said softly: "The dry grass here is very deep, and it is a mess, let's lie down first, and act when the opportunity arises, if a high-level master approaches, the two of you will work together to sneak attack, and leave the rest to me!"

Xiao Xuanzi said: "Although this method is good, it is a little despicable, right?

Mo Ying thought that this kid was too kind, smiled, pointed his finger at his head and said, "Despicable, those are despicable people, so they should use despicable methods." ”

After speaking, he quickly lay down. The footsteps were already close in front of me.

I saw more than a dozen people holding torches, clearly illuminating the scene of the massacre, and among these people was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was half-hunched over, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, but always had a dementia-like smile on his face.

His hands were still moving from time to time, and Mo Ying thought to himself, no wonder this person was called crazy, he was really like his name.

He only glanced at it and said, "Bloody, cruel, killing so many disciples of my Blood Knife Sect, amazing, amazing!

At this time, one of his subordinates asked, "My lord, do you want to check if there is a live mouth?"

The one who was called the madman said, "You are stupid, you are an egg, where did this miserable man come from? Go, that damn fool of the madness, he actually let the master of the door spread the word to me, saying that he was seriously injured and needed to be healed and retreated." Killing a little monk can hurt him, I think he is drunk and immeasurable. ”

When Xiao Xuanzi heard this, his eyes widened angrily, he couldn't imagine that this Xuanye was so despicable, he just wanted to move, and suddenly felt the hand that Mo Ying put on him tightly, so he quickly quieted down.

Then he said, "Lord Madman, let's search, or it will be difficult to explain to the master of the door and Lord Shangmad!" said one of his subordinates.

"Smack!" a crisp slap.

The subordinate who spoke was thrown to the ground directly. Looking at the subordinates on the ground, he said: "You use the door master to scare me into being disrespectful, and you are still crazy? Is Lao Tzu worse than him? It's not the door master who spreads the word, Lao Tzu is too lazy to come, and it ruins Lao Tzu's gentle township!"

After he finished speaking, he began to dance again, he thought to himself: "Lao Tzu is in the gentle township, it's not that you are crazy, the woman who Lao Tzu came back a few days ago is crying in the wing room and calling her mother." ”

As soon as he thought of that little thing, the mad boy disrespectfully said: "Let's go, Lao Tzu can't see such blood, go back to the gang first and tell the gang leader, just say it's all dead, his grandfather's." ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

......

Looking at the back of this group of people leaving, Mo Ying said in his heart: "It turns out that he is called madness, the master said that the blood knife door has upper madness, lower madness, left blindness, right blindness, and ten bloody knives, I don't know if my own blood feud is related to them? ”

Mo Ying secretly wrote down the appearance of these people in his heart, just waiting to find the person with the red mole, ask clearly, if it has anything to do with it, you will be asked to wait a hundred times to pay for your life.

A group of people left irresponsible, and when they were far away, Mo Ying said, "It's okay!"

"Thank you, little fifth brother!"

"It's okay, what are your plans?" asked Ink Shadow.

Xuanzi thought for a while and said: "It seems that there is discord between the upper and lower madness, if he is already in the immeasurable realm, he will definitely use his skills to perceive it and find some clues, they should go back to the Blood Knife Gate to return to their lives, and they will not come again, when my friend wakes up, I will make another plan to find the scriptures." ”

Mo Ying thought of his own heavy responsibility, and he didn't want to stay long, so he only said: "The scriptures are not for a while, but you can think of it separately, you have to be careful, don't be impulsive, and when I finish my work, I will go to you again!"

Xuanzi nodded and wrote it down, and asked, "Where is the little fifth brother going to sister?"

Moying hesitated and didn't answer. The hand that pulled up the shirt left without saying that it was precious, and at the end he dropped a sentence: "No medicine mountain!"

"No Medicine Mountain?" Xuanzi muttered.

When he remembered something, looking at the figure of the little fifth brother was far away, and at this time, Dongfang had gradually turned white.

But when the mad boy returned to the Blood Drinking Village outside Linhe Town, the headquarters of the Blood Knife Gate, it was already the end of the hour.

He looked at the luxurious palace built deep in the mountains, and there was always an endless greed in his eyes. He seemed to hate the roof design of this hall, why were there countless sharp knives erected, and there was one hanging on the side of the single eaves, making it look like there were only bloody knives and knives in the entire rivers and lakes? He showed a look of disdain, and thought: "The most beautiful building is still the good of his hometown!" This is too bloody for his grandfather, and when he thinks of the woman last night, he can't help licking his lips, and then looks at this glorious palace, a mouthful of spit, he turned his composure just now, and immediately became crazy, and he kept dancing and approaching the door of the main hall.

The entrance to the center of the main hall on both sides of the passage stood neatly Blood Knife Sect disciples, the hall was brightly lit, and the main master of the Blood Knife Sect above the main hall was closing his eyes when he heard the blood of people. Above the back of his seat was a large hilt, and in front of the hilt was a bloody giant knife that passed through the hall, the tip of the knife reaching the entrance to the hall.

At first glance, the surrounding light is concentrated on the blade, glowing with a cold and cold light, and then take a closer look, the incomparably sharp knife body seems to have blood slowly slipping down, sliding to the blade, into blood beads, drop by drop, drop by drop, making people afraid to look at it anymore.

Suddenly, Wen Ren raised his head and said loudly and angrily: "Yesterday, your prince suddenly summoned his master out of the customs, and last night the proud Shang Madness Xuanye was seriously injured and practiced in retreat? Where did the little monk come from? He was so rampant that he slaughtered many disciples of my Blood Sword Sect?"

No one dared to respond to the attendants and the blood guards guarding the door. The smell of human blood in the anger was terrible, I saw him about fifty years old, dressed in white clothes, embroidered with a knife on his chest, the knife was surrounded by red blood, a country-shaped face, under the dark eyebrows, angry eyes, as soon as he opened his mouth, he pointed the tip of his nose at people, looking like he wanted to eat people.

Seeing that no one answered, he sniffed deeply at the smell of blood, let out a rough sound and said angrily: "Where is this person who has a pair of good eyes who is blind left and right? Where is the madness? Why didn't you report it, did you go to a fucking woman again? Damn!"

The mad boy just entered the center of the hall, and said in his heart: "His grandfather's, did he deliberately say it to Lao Tzu? But thinking about the frightening means of smelling human blood, he immediately came to his senses." ”

put on a respectful look and said: "Door master, haven't I come to restore my life?

Smelling people's blood, he stared at the madness for a long time and was silent, and those eyes were like pickled fish eyes, bubbling white.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "Tong Bugong, I heard that you went to Yingyan Tower after your noble son left last night, and you took a woman with you?"

"Lord of the Gate, it seems that I can't hide anything from you, that woman is a good citizen!" Tong Bugong confessed very frankly.

"Oh, yes, good woman, it seems that you are the only one who is crazy. ”

After hearing the blood, the mad boy said disrespectfully: "Aren't you good at this? Are you still less harmful?" before he said: "How can there be a master of the door, how can there be a master of the door, another day will be a filial piety master, I will talk about the right thing first!"

It turns out that this madman is well versed in how to get along with the master of the door. After stealing fun in his heart, he immediately said: "Master of the door, I went to check, there was a miserable situation, no one lived, it seems that the madman is not lying, just ......"

He was about to stop talking, and he had already calculated in his heart how to talk about it.

Sure enough, he smelled human blood and asked, "Just what?"

The mad boy said disrespectfully: "None of them are good, but the killing methods are similar to those of the madness, but they are similar, and the subordinates dare not make judgments, and ask the master of the door to investigate!"

After speaking, he saluted respectfully and waited silently.

Although Wen Renxue knows that the lower madness is not in harmony with the upper madness, but the lower madness seems to be crazy, but in fact, it is not, others don't know, he can know that this person is thoughtful, loyal to himself, and will never talk nonsense about major things.

At that moment, he said, "Why is the madness like this? Why is it concealed, could it be that he is not injured? Why is he in retreat? Is it healing or ......?"

Thinking of this, Wen Renxue suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Crazy, you dare to deceive the master of this sect?

Xia Du was taken aback by the sudden change, and immediately said: "The master of the door does not dare, even if he lends me a hundred guts, I will not joke about this matter, and I hope to see clearly." ”

Smelling the blood, he suddenly laughed, and said, "I like you like this, how cute you are! ”

When Tong Bugong heard this, he immediately replied: "Yes!

Then salute respectfully and leave respectfully.

As soon as he left the main hall, he immediately returned to his crazy state, with a dementia-like smirk on his face, and his hands and feet kept shaking. just said secretly in his heart: "Cute your grandfather's big king, I want to blow up my grandfather." How is it possible? But it's okay, it actually alarmed the ten dead warriors of the Ten Bloody Swords, and it will be difficult for you to resist these ten Swords. ”

He shuddered at the thought of it, shook his body, and then laughed again. He even blew his whistle and kicked the stones on the road as he went......

"Ouch, camel, did you pick up the gold ingots or did you pick up the little girl?" the whistle blew ......," said the two middle-aged men, who crossed their hands behind their backs.

I saw that these two people were dressed similarly to the madness, burly, and the muscles all over their bodies held up the clothes as if they were about to explode, it seems that the tailors of the Tang Empire are not very good, and they don't even know how to tailor-made? Do you have to save these few pieces of fabric for them? Maybe it's their preference?

However, no one studied the fabric, but the two men could be remembered at a glance, one blind on the left and one on the right, both wearing black blindfolds.

"How's it going?" asked the next glance, glancing at them.

"It's really ugly for his grandfather, hahaha......" Zuo said blindly.

"I don't know how to appreciate, Lao Tzu still has something to do, I won't break with the blind man today, I want to fight and accompany him another day, the owner of the door is looking for you, grandpa is gone......"

After saying that, he didn't bother to pay attention to them, but he still whistled and walked away in self-absorption.

Leaving the left blind and the right blind two people to look at each other, the left blind smiled: "What's wrong with this donkey today, if you don't fight, you have to pretend to be a little bit, you have no culture, and your seniority is messy." ”

"Who knows, let's go! Maybe last time the owner of the Shuai Sect said that he was worse than them, he was shy?"

Meanwhile......

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