After another three days, a tattered, stupid, dirty little beggar walked outside Lingxiao City at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

The beggar had a sallow complexion, an emaciated body, and his short hair was solidified and extremely dirty.

On his belt, there was a gray stick stuck diagonally, also filthy, and it was almost unrecognizable in its original appearance.

He held a half-gnawed red carrot in his hand and smiled stupidly, watching countless cultivators enter and exit this ancient city.

No one knows how he walked from Giant Stone City, five hundred miles away, to this Lingxiao City in the past three days. It's just that at the moment, he is more haggard and emaciated.

"Have you ever seen a bad woman?"

"Maniac ......"

"Have you ever seen a bad woman?"

"Roll ......"

Yun Xiaoye dragged his tired body, and while walking towards the city along the crowd, he asked the people around him.

The unpleasant smell on his body is really unbearable, coupled with his dirty appearance and silly smile at the moment, everyone has a good face for him.

Even if he asked the righteous path cultivators many times, those righteous path knights who claimed to be chivalrous were indifferent to him and avoided him from afar.

Every sixty years, Lingxiao City and the Seven Star City in the north will become extremely crowded, and cultivators from all over the world gather here.

Most of the people in the righteous path live in Lingxiao City, while the Demon Sect gathers in Seven Star City. Every time they really participate in the Heart Demon Fantasy Battle, the total number of people on both sides will not exceed two thousand. But it will attract tens of thousands of True Demon cultivators to come and see the world.

After all, the Mind Demon War is the biggest event in the world once in 60 years.

Not long after Yun Xiaoye entered the city, two women also appeared outside the city, and because of their outstanding appearance, many cultivators suddenly looked sideways.

It was Song Yourong and Master Song of Wanhua Immortal Mansion in Mount Emei.

Compared with in Huangshan, Song Yourong was obviously much haggard, and he had been pursuing Yun Xiaoxie's whereabouts for more than ten days, but the result was naturally nothing, and his heart was sad and anxious. It's no wonder if you're not emaciated.

"Sister, we've arrived at Lingxiao City. ”

Master Song glanced at the depressed sister beside him, and couldn't help but scream.

Song Yourong raised his head slightly, sighed, and said, "I don't know ...... little evil now."

"Sister!"

Master Song interrupted her words and said, "Sister, Yun Gongzi is auspicious, he will definitely be fine, and we will go into the city to find the disciple of Shushan and ask later, maybe we have already found him." ”

Song Yourong nodded slightly, and said slowly: "If Xiao Xie really has three strengths and two shortcomings, I will definitely not let Yang Zhaodi go." ”

On that day, in the ghost house of Shitai City, Yun Xiaoxie disappeared because he saved Yang Zhaodi, and this matter was only known to the disciples inside Shushan and some foreign disciples who were good friends. In Song Yourong's heart, Yun Xiaoxie fought hard to save Yang Zhaodi and others, and the three of them actually escaped, leaving Yun Xiaoxie alone in danger, which was completely treacherous.

Moreover, the three people rescued by Yun Xiaoxie, except for Yang Zhaodi, were all excellent disciples of the Righteous Path Sect.

This angered the Shushan faction even more.

Therefore, now the relationship between the Shushan faction and the Kunlun faction and the Jiaye Temple is very stiff, and they are too lazy to even greet each other.

"Sister, everything has to be on the good side, Yun Xiaoxie's little slippery head belongs to a cat, has nine lives, and will definitely be fine. ”

Master Song comforted on the side, but she had said this kind of thing countless times in a few days, and as time went by, Yun Xiaoxiao still had no news at all, and even she didn't believe her words very much.

In fact, even if Yun Xiaoye stood in front of the two of them at the moment, I was afraid that it would be difficult to recognize that the stinky, sloppy, stupid little beggar was the handsome young man who was full of spirit in the past.

As the largest city in the northwest, Lingxiao City can be described as outrageously large, seven or eight times the size of Giant Stone City, with a population of hundreds of thousands. All kinds of goods from the Central Plains can be found here, and even goods from the southern Xinjiang and the East China Sea can be seen here.

At this moment, the world's cultivators gathered here, and many cultivators who had exhausted their entanglements set up small stalls on the street, some told fortunes and read their faces, some sold elixirs, some sold magic weapons, some sold spirit talismans on the street, and some sold beast demon inner pills.

Anyway, this place has become a place where dragons and snakes are mixed.

Not to mention, the business of these cultivators is quite good, not only are there favorite cultivators to buy, but also many mortals are also competing to buy them.

Before the Heart Demon War began, a small number of cultivators had already made a windfall.

Yun Xiaoxie walked leisurely to a stall selling super large peaches, the seller is a middle-aged cultivator, maybe his qualifications are too low, and he doesn't know how many years he has been cultivating, or he is only in the realm of divine thoughts, and there is definitely no future at all on the way to cultivating truth in this life.

But this guy is a good businessman, and I don't know where to get a few big truckloads of peaches, which are sold on the street, and buyers gather.

This peach is two or three times larger than an ordinary peach, and it is marked with the words Kunlun peach, which is known as prolonging life, curing all diseases, and ten taels of silver a catty.

Yun Xiaoxie has money, all in the Qiankun bag, and there are more than two hundred taels, but he has long forgotten it since he was stupid.

At this moment, he stood in front of the stall where he bought big peaches, hesitated for a long time, and finally repeated his old tricks, squeezed away the crowd of buyers, and ran away with two big peaches.

The stall owner was furious and shouted, "Stinky beggar, dare to snatch peaches!

Two cultivators in dark gray clothes immediately rushed out from the stall owner's side, and they chased after Yun Xiaoxie with a roar.

With a bang, Yun Xiaoye was knocked to the ground by a strong force, and one of the two big peaches in his arms rolled to the side with a grunt, and he hugged the other one tightly, without resisting at all, allowing the two cultivators to beat him like a storm.

He lay on the street, eating bite by bite, blood spilling from his mouth from time to time, looking extremely pitiful.

In the distance of the crowd, Shi Shaobei looked at the young man who was lying in the center of the road holding peaches and eating them, and watched the two cultivators beat the young man violently, her face instantly froze, and the soul bell appeared in her hand, emitting a faint red light.

At this moment, she really wanted to rush forward desperately and absorb all the flesh and soul of those two cultivators and the stingy stall owner.

Many righteous path cultivators around pointed their fingers and shouted, "Isn't it just a peach, you want to kill him?"

The voice was a woman, green and pleasant, and when everyone looked back, they saw a beautiful girl in green clothes, and many people recognized her.

They all shouted: "There are fairies." ”

Song Yourong stepped forward and pushed away the two young cultivators who were beating Yun Xiaoxie. The two looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner also seemed to know that Song Yourong was not something he could afford to provoke, so he borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and said, "Forget it, forget it, since Fairy Yourong has spoken, I think I'm unlucky." ”

Song Yourong squatted down, slowly helped Yun Xiaoxie up, and said, "It doesn't matter to you." ”

The huge peach in Yun Xiaoxie's arms had already eaten half of it, his mouth was bulging, and he slowly raised his head after chewing for a long time, smiled stupidly at Song Yourong, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said stupidly: "Have you ever seen a bad woman?"

"Smack......

A crystal teardrop slowly slid down the poignant cheek in the corner behind the crowd and dripped to the ground.

Whose tears are that?

Whose heart is that?

The woman in red turned her head, and a gust of wind blew, and another tear was blown off her cheek. Then, she walked away, leaving the place that made her throb.

The blue sky and white clouds, the warm wind blew down from all directions, and looking north, you can clearly see the huge mountain range lying in the wilderness, faintly flashing white.

There is the Lingxiao Peak of the Tianshan Mountains, and it is also the place where the heart magic has been fighting for three thousand years.

Song Yourong was stunned, looking at the dirty little beggar in front of him who was stupidly stuffing peaches into his mouth, and looking at the silly smile under the dirt on his face.

This is so familiar, as if the figure of the young man who has never been erased in his body and mind.

Just, is it him?

If it was really him, how much pain had he suffered during this time?

Her gaze slowly moved downward, and fell on the short stick that was stuck diagonally at the waist of the fool in front of her, although the short stick was covered with mud, it was still recognizable, it was the stick that the young man carried closely. Especially the crescent-shaped groove at the top of the stick is still so clear and bright, so carve-inducing.

"Sister, let's go. ”

Behind him, Master Song's voice came from behind, waking Song Yourong up from his stunned distraction.

Suddenly, her bright eyes showed a complex color of pain and joy, and the tears could no longer be stopped, like a gushing spring, passing over her slightly pale haggard face.

What is a sense of what?

Maybe it's heartbreaking.

Ecstatic, perhaps.

Maybe it's exhaustion.

She cried out, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for thousands of years exploded instantly, and she couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged the dirty little beggar in front of her in her arms, holding it tightly, it was so hard, as if as long as her hand was loosened, the person in front of her would disappear from her life again.

Yun Xiaoxiao smiled stupidly, smiled, and let the strange woman in front of him hold him.

His head passed through Song Yourong's long hair, reached out to pull away the strands of hair blocking his cheeks, and then continued to stuff the half-eaten big peach into his mouth, and then chewed, continuing to giggle.

"Little evil, little evil! I finally found you!"

Song Yourong completely ignored the strange gazes cast by so many people on the street.

She didn't care, she didn't care, she abandoned all the prejudices of the world, and just wanted to hug the boy in her arms forever.

Master Song was stunned, and she also recognized that the beggar who was hugged by her sister was Yun Xiaoxi, who had been missing for half a month.

It's just that where is he the refreshed teenager at the beginning?

The pupils of his eyes were dilated, he was covered in mud, his clothes were almost half torn, and there were faint bursts of strange smells.

Is this really Yun Xiaoxi, the little son of the Shushan faction?

What kind of pain and pressure made that young man change so much in just half a month?

Quiet, eerily quiet.

On the street, there was only Song Yourong's sad cry, only the beggar's stupid laughter.