Fang Yan watched the old Dao'er go away from the wind, and set off to walk back to the streets, the hustle and bustle of the crowd bypassing him on both sides.

The young man walked up to the teahouse and saw the little girl in the Taoist robe lying on the table, and the purple-clothed boy who was doing nothing on the side.

Xu Minjian had already stopped crying, but his eyes were still a little red and swollen, and he sniffled vigorously on the side. The young man knew in his heart that he was afraid that Lao Dao'er had already instructed the little girl before leaving.

Fang Yan didn't bother anything, and handed the talisman sword in his hand to the little girl. Xu Minjian took it with both hands, his eyes turned red again, and he gently stroked the peachwood blade with his hand, holding it tightly in front of his chest.

The purple-clothed boy watched coldly, and his heart was full of indifference.

Fang Yan picked up the remaining half of the tea he drank before, stood up and faced the purple-clothed boy, who also looked at him, looking at each other without saying a word, and finally the purple-clothed boy exhaled, generously cocked his legs, leaned on the back of the chair with his hands on his head, and said leisurely: "Don't worry, there is no poison in the tea." ”

The boy paused, put down the teacup, walked up to the top floor, and looked down at the purple-clothed boy from afar.

"Boom. The purple-clothed boy pursed his lips, jumped down from the bench, and stepped out, his body already catching up with the flames.

The cold wind was gusting outside, and the two of them were puffed up, overlooking the scenery of the city.

Fang Yan quietly put one hand on the storage bag on his waist, and tapped the fence lightly with the other hand, and the qi and blood in his body were ready to go.

"Yo he, I still want to fight, I'm very empty now, how dare I fight with you. The purple-clothed boy took the initiative to admit it with a big grin and stretched his waist, "But the old man is gone, and his appearance of the temple god before really scared me." You must know that I helped the city lord seal the temple god, but I wasted the boss's strength, and the old man understated that the seal I set up was swept away with a broom, how high do you say that his old man's strength is, the four realms or the five realms, at least he is also the boss of the Yuanying realm. ”

He swallowed a sentence in his throat and swallowed it back, when did there be so many Yuanying monks, you can meet them in a small city.

Fang Yan didn't agree with his words, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Since Lao Dao'er allows you to travel with us, I won't kill you, nor will I restrain you too much, but if you dare to kill at will, it is to seek death, and I can be unreasonable." ”

"Hehe, the avenue pays attention to going upstream, but it also pays attention to gradual progress, and being a ghost is also to pay attention to the rules, I follow my reasoning, and it is also a fair deal with the city lord of the Prayer Water City, otherwise the old man would have destroyed me long ago when he saw me. The purple-clothed boy sneered.

"Killing people and hurting the innocent, is that what you said?" Fang Yan frowned.

"So, after all, you're just a hairy boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes. The purple-clothed boy stretched his muscles and bones, his immature face full of disdain, "Pity that woman, or pity those stinky Taoist priests who have been stripped of their hearts?" If you know that those Taoist priests are swaggering, unlearned, and rely on their own fur skills, they deceive young women, and do some unscrupulous things, but also to show that they really know some doorways, and forcibly identify innocent children for sacrifice, will you pity them?" If you know that the woman knelt down and begged openly, but secretly hooked up with a man, earned money by trading skin and flesh, and squandered it wantonly, and repeated it, and still pity her, is it reluctant to have that good figure? As for the lord of the city, he was a dying man, who had done evil for many years, and I was smoked by profit at the slightest instigation. Hurt innocent? Hehe, these people are simply innocent. ”

The purple-clothed boy sneered, "Knowing this, then if I kill them, it will not be regarded as eliminating harm for the people." ”

Without waiting for the young man to speak, the purple-clothed boy stretched out his finger and shook it, "Don't try to teach me the words of your masters, those truths are for people, not for ghosts." ”

Fang Yan was stunned, held back for a long time, and finally didn't say anything.

The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other.

The boy and the purple-clothed boy staggered and walked down the stairs silently, and the purple-clothed boy slowly let go of his quietly clenched hands. Originally, he didn't bother to tell the young man these truths, but when he thought that his own god monarch and the immortal old man who was suspected of being in the Yuan Infant Realm were all involved with this young man, plus the opportunity to involve his own avenue, he patiently explained to the young man, wanting to ease the tension between the two sides.

He was forced to fall into the realm, and the original cultivation of the Jiedan was suppressed to the foundation building, although it was much stronger than the city lord of Qishui City who broke through the realm with external force, but he was not very sure about dealing with the strange young man in front of him.

The purple-clothed boy's eyes shrank suddenly, and the alarm in his heart sounded.

Fang Yan went down the stairs halfway, suddenly turned around, tiptoed, and rushed towards the purple-clothed boy, at the same time, his right hand stretched out, his arm moved at will, and a touch of sword intent on his shoulder rolled into the blood, and he threw a punch at the latter.

The purple-clothed boy was full of ghostly energy, and in a hurry, he had to raise his elbow to block the boy's sudden punch, and his body fell backwards and slammed into the fence of the top pavilion.

The boy's body fell, and he strode away without looking back.

The purple-clothed boy sat on the ground grinning, crying and laughing, raised his hand to see, the flesh and blood of his palm swept by the sword qi were blurred, and at this time he slowly healed under the black qi, he looked at the young man's back and muttered: "Well, this is not considered a dismount." ”

He shouted down at the top of his throat again: "I know, if you don't kill people and eat people casually, Master Fang Yan should be satisfied." ”

The autumn leaves are drifting more.

The young man walked to the official road, shook his aching and numb right hand, exhaled, and said to himself, "I know those people are not doing right, but I don't think you are doing it right." ”

If what the purple-clothed boy said was true, the mastermind was the city lord of Qishui City, he was just stirring up trouble, and begging the woman and those Taoist priests was indeed evil, and what he did was wrong.

But the little boy in purple is also evil, and the young man thinks that this should not be a reason for him and the city lord of Prayer Water City to collude with them to kill them, and the reason does not make sense.

Fang Yan had a headache, he wanted to refute the words of the purple-clothed boy just now, but he found that he couldn't find it, but he didn't hand out this punch, and he had a guilty conscience.

Reasoning with ghosts, sure enough, there are only ghosts.

In the end, I read too little and stood at the foot of the mountain for too long.

No wonder the old Taoist said that you can't believe what you see in everything.

Fang Yan followed the autumn breeze for a while, and after collecting his emotions, he turned around and went upstairs, the purple-clothed boy held his cheek with one hand, and fiddled with the coin that caused trouble in Qishui City with the other, and the little girl in the Taoist robe fell asleep.

The conversation between the two was manipulated by the purple-clothed boy, so she didn't hear it.

Fang Yan bent down and carefully picked up the little girl, got up and gave the shopkeeper the silver, and the purple-clothed boy staggered from behind, looking at the big and the small, not knowing what to think.

The three of them found an inn to stay in, and it was a night.

Fang Yan opened his eyes and got off the bed, he still habitually sat cross-legged and upright, and waited for a long time without waiting for the punch that came as scheduled, before he thought that the person who punched had already traveled far away with a broomstick, and at this moment it was estimated that they had all left the Lanzhou realm.

The young man was inexplicably a little stunned, but he still ran the Yanshu Tianjiao Gong in a regular manner, and the qi and blood poured down the blood hole.

When he reached the second layer of Yanshu Tianjiao Gong, the burning pain was still there, but compared to the punch that the young man received every day, the pain was minimal.

Fang Yan weighed his own cultivation, on the surface, he was still a fifth-layer blood gatherer, but when he really fought it, he estimated that he had the strength of a second-realm martial artist.

Perfect, these four words came out of the mouth of the old Taoer, and the weight was definitely not low.

The young man was a little looking forward to his strength after all the nine blood apertures were opened, and compared with the city lord of Prayer Water City, it was higher or lower.

Fang Yan was strolling leisurely in the courtyard, on a whim, his fingers were bent into claws, and he walked forward with steps, his five fingers piercing the sound of the wind and whistling by.

The claw skills of the city lord of Prayer Water City are similar to the seven points learned by the teenager, but unfortunately there are only three or four points of gods. Fang Yan was also full of indifference, and put on the sword control posture of the city lord of Prayer Water City, his fingers together, the void was lightly tapped, and his appearance was a little funny.

Of course, no flying swords appeared.

Fang Yan grinned, sure enough, the sword control posture was not in his hands, he still punched directly, he laughed.

Outside the courtyard, the purple-clothed boy looked at the young man who was entertaining himself in amazement and rubbed his eyes.

This is really the same person as the young martial artist who punched himself away?

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