The yard is still the same, the flowers are in full bloom, and the tender green branches are gently swaying in the breeze, sprinkling scattered flowers and rain.

Some rolled up high and floated to the sky, while others swayed and fell and sprinkled on the bluestone road.

Under the peach blossom tree with falling petals, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old maid squatted, with her slender little hands holding a wooden scoop, scooping out a little water from a bucket and carefully pouring it in the flower bed.

"Flowers, don't be blown away by the wind anymore, if you continue like this, you will become bare. ”

The maid poured the water and spoke softly to the swaying flowers, and the white side face, under the illumination of the setting sun, looked hazy and full of beauty.

"You take care of them so well, but when the wind blows, they have to fly away. Qiu Liluo looked interesting, slowly walked behind her, and couldn't help but say.

"No, they won't fly away again!" Hearing the voice behind her, the maid thought it was the arrival of the housekeeper, but she didn't pay attention to it, and retorted casually.

"Really?" Qiu Liluo said with a stifled smile, "But they are so fragile, how can they withstand the wind and rain?"

"This ......"

The maid choked suddenly, looked at the swaying flowers in front of her, thought about it seriously, and said stubbornly: "I will take care of them and will not be washed away by the rain!"

"But your body is too weak, how can you take care of such a big flower garden?"

As soon as the words of autumn fell, I saw the maid suddenly throw away the wooden scoop in her hand, and stood up angrily, intending to educate this annoying person.

"Yikes. Home, the head of the house......"

Looking at the face close at hand, the maid's face suddenly changed, and she hurriedly saluted: "The head of the family, I, I didn't know it was you, this, this ......"

Qiu Liluo looked at this maid who couldn't say anything urgently, and laughed out loud directly, and said, "You were still debating with me just now, why can't you say anything now?"

Such an interesting girl, after he crossed over, it was the first time he saw it, and his teasing heart became more and more high.

"I, I, no, that ......" The maid's tears were in a circle, she just didn't know what to say, and now her head was blank.

She thought it was a lazy familyman, who would have thought that it would be the head of the family, and she talked back.

You must know that the servants in the slave family, the head of the family has the absolute power of life and death, even if they are beaten to death, the government will not care, at most they will only help to throw them into mass graves.

Seeing the frightened appearance of the maid, Qiu Liluo stopped teasing her, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, I saw that you took care of the flowers and plants, so I came over to say a few words, where did I think you actually ......?"

Before he had finished speaking, he suddenly laughed again, rubbed his hand on the maid's head, turned and walked towards the backyard, not seeing the white face at all, and suddenly turned red.

The flowing water, the delicately carved stone bridge crosses the two banks, and below is a verdant corresponding lotus leaf, in which the budding lotus flower stands proudly.

The gentleman of the lotus, especially loved since ancient times, when Qiu Liluo walked to the stone bridge, he suddenly stopped his steps, and his eyebrows rose slightly.

"Yo, it's really here?"

With emotion, he dispersed the suppression of cultivation and divine consciousness, and raised his eyes to the sky.

The sky is dark red, and the sunset is like gauze covering the sky, but in the eyes of Qiu Liluo, it is a dark and gloomy piece, the terrifying thunder shuttles in the sea of clouds, and a hideous demon tiger keeps roaring inside, and there are red blood stains dripping from its mouth.

The demon tiger is a divine soul, and judging from the strength of its divine soul, the cultivation before his death will not be too high, and at most it will only be in the golden pill stage.

It's just that the monk dared to do it so blatantly, which still made him curious, not to mention the backlash of humanity and culture, even if the local god is not blind, who can not see this changing vision?

Just when Qiu Liluo looked at the sky with interest, many people in Yangzhou City suddenly changed color, and their faces were not only frightened but also curious.

They also wanted to know who had offended someone and was able to let the other party take action in the city.

The streets are dark, but the pedestrians are still there. Behind a fortune-telling booth, a white-bearded old man shook the hand of the sticker, looked up at the sky with a shocked face, and his cloudy eyes burst out with several feet of fine light in an instant.

"Wendao suppression, luck waves, great evil, this place should not stay for a long time!"

Seeing the ever-converging spirit of Wendao, the old man dropped the stick holder in his hand and left without looking back, no matter how the customers in front of the stall responded, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

On the other side of the bluestone street, an old man in rickety linen clothes, carrying a broken sword on his back, led a half-grown child, slowly walked along the flow of people, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with such a life.

After walking for a while, his steps suddenly stopped, and his rickety figure became erect, and the whole person was like a divine sword about to be unsheathed.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" the child ate the sugar gourd contentedly, and as he walked, he suddenly found that his grandfather, who was holding him, stopped.

The old man clenched his little hand and said in a deep voice: "The sky has changed, and the killing machine is coming, if you encounter anything strange, you must not leave me three feet away." ”

"Huh?"

The child tilted his head to look at the sky, only to see the brilliant sunset, and said puzzledly: "But this is Yangzhou City, grandpa, you are a sword immortal who stands up to the sky, there will be no danger." ”

After finishing speaking, there was still an expression of adoration and yearning on his face.

"Keep walking...... "The old man laughed kindly, and his figure became rickety again, but the direction of his journey was already the opposite direction, far away from the canal.

In a certain green building.

A young man dressed in blue pushed away the woman who was pounced on him, picked up the xylophone on the table and walked to the window, looking into the distance for a long time.

In the noisy market, a beggar who was performing an illusion with a pear suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the pear tree growing behind him shattered, his face suddenly pale as paper, and he looked at the sky in horror.

............

Taishou Mansion.

"Dao Chief, can you kill that person with one blow, he won't die, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" The young man in Chinese clothes held a seal in his hand, staring at the Taoist in front of the altar with a cold gaze, but his face was calm.

Not far away, it was Zhang Qingzhi who was tied up, and he almost collapsed the altar because of his troubles, and in a fit of rage, the young man in Chinese clothes directly asked him to tie him up.

"Childe, rest assured, as long as the beast soul of the poor road falls, even if it does not die, it will leave the body, and it will not be slaughtered by you at that time. The Taoist with three beards said with a smile, the peach wood sword in his hand was bright red, and the Dao Fu in front of him was suspended out of thin air, and the refracted ghost of the house could be faintly seen.

"That's good!"

The young man in Chinese clothes nodded, then turned around and walked in front of Zhang Qingzhi, slowly squatted down, and said coldly: "I hope this is the last time, if you run out again, then I don't mind making my little sister sad for a while." ”