On the banks of the Eshui River.

Two young men dressed in ordinary peasant clothes squatted on the bank, picking up the cool river water with both hands and splashing it on their faces, and the fatigue caused by running all night seemed to be washed away by the cold river water, and Deng Jue was refreshed.

The two were slender and tall, with long black hair tied up on top of their heads, revealing their slender and white necks.

Constantly picking up the river water and splashing it on their faces, until the fatigue was relieved, the two straightened up and looked up at Qiongshan together.

This mountain is like a sword, straight into the heaven and earth, halfway up the mountainside is shrouded in clouds and mist, and it is not clear to see the whole picture, but it is also magnificent, and it is daunting.

Two handsome young men, about seventeen or eighteen years old, one of them had a slightly rounder face, and a pair of large watery eyes that shimmered with a charming sheen.

The other person has a standard melon seed face, with delicate facial features, fair and delicate skin, splashed and soaked by the cool river water, with a charming flush, and crystal water droplets hang on the white skin, slowly sliding down the pointed chin.

"A bandit ......"

She looked at Qiongshan, who pierced straight into the sky, and muttered to herself, "Uncle Le has always been steady, and a golden cicada shelling can get us out of trouble, but why...... Is it a bandit?"

Her voice was sharp and sweet, like the cry of a spirit bird, although she was wearing ordinary rough peasant clothes, her words and deeds all showed a noble spirit, and a person with a little eyesight could see at a glance that this person must be rich and noble.

The young man with a slightly round face said: "This way, if it weren't for the wit of the musician, we wouldn't have come here." Since he wants us to come to find a bandit, he naturally has his reasons. ”

She has a round face and big eyes, pink skin, a little baby fat, watery eyes flashing and flashing, like charming stars in the sky, cute and charming, compared with the young man with a melon seed face, she is more like a teenager next door, and she is more like a follower of a young man with a melon seed face.

A cute little henchman.

"Don't forget who you and I are. ”

The melon-faced young man said: "Dancing with a bandit, spreading it and still having the face to be a man?"

The round-faced young man sighed: "If you can't go to Taihua Mountain, don't say that you don't have a face to be a person, and you can't even be a ghost." ”

The melon-faced young man was choked by her words, looked straight at her, and sighed for a while: "It's okay, it's a big deal to go to Taihua Mountain and kill people!"

"Yikes!"

The round-faced young man was shocked, staring at the round big eyes, "But people don't have weapons, how can they kill people?"

"If you lose the golden sword, aren't you a master?"

"Yes, without the golden knife, I'm afraid. ”

"I'm afraid of you big-headed ghost! With your and my skills, you can kill people with a kitchen knife. ”

"Kitchen knives...... Have you ever seen what a kitchen knife looks like?"

“……”

"Hey, have you ever seen one?"

"I haven't seen it!!"

"I haven't seen it, how can I find it?"

"We couldn't find a kitchen knife, so we bit him to death with our teeth. ”

"What if the bandit meat is stinky? ”

"Then scratch him with your nails!"

"But what if I don't have nails? You have nails, come when the time comes. ”

“……”

"Forget it, let's not discuss the matter of killing people and destroying mouths, let's go up the mountain first. ”

When the round-faced boy heard this, he laughed happily, his smile was sweet and charming.

Qiongshan.

Han Sanbao consciously had a very pleasant breakfast with three women with a beautiful national color, and he was in a good mood.

Throwing the mess on the table to them, he found a bamboo stick and picked his teeth, and left the courtyard with a stagger, walking straight towards the Juyi Hall.

For the highly poisonous things in the body, I don't care about it, anyway, the poison of the feathered serpent can't be solved by the tick ambergris, and it is useless to think about it, go down the mountain to the 100,000 mountains for a while, and find the tick dragon to detoxify before the poison occurs.

Wang Lianying led a large group of men and horses into the 100,000 mountains, I don't know what his intentions were, and I don't know what his attitude was towards the killing of 5,000 soldiers overnight.

There is no danger to the Qiong'e Gang for the time being, but as long as Wang Lianying does not leave for a day, the danger will not be completely lifted. Who can guarantee that one day, he will not suddenly have a convulsion and want to trouble the Qiong'er Gang?

It is very inappropriate to leave at this time, and you must discuss it with the big boss. Besides, the bones of the ancestor are still at the bottom of the mountain, and someone always needs to take him up the mountain and bury him beautifully.

The big boss is dressed in black and is practicing the Polar Shadow Whip method outside the Juyi Hall.

The body is graceful, the body is wonderful, the long hair is flying, and the nine-fingered chain whip pulls out a terrifying sound in the air, and for a while, the whip shadow is heavy.

Elegant and chic, like butterflies playing flowers.

Han Sanbao leaned against an ancient pine and watched quietly.

In all fairness, the big boss is black-clothed and black-haired, and his body is exquisite, and he is not inferior to Qiu Yixuan and other women who are in their prime age, but the mask that gathers the ugliness of hundreds of schools is really a big scene.

Every time Han Sanbao saw that mask, he felt scared, and couldn't help but want to take it off and see her true face of Lushan, is it so beautiful that the country and the city are overwhelmed, or is it so ugly that the ghost cries wolf?

It's a pity that her IQ is as high as 200 when she doesn't drink, and when she whips people with a nine-finger chain, she whips into the flesh.

After the big boss finished beating a set of Polar Shadow Whip Method, he gasped slightly, withdrew the nine-fingered chain whip, and walked over to Han Sanbao, "Something?"

Han Sanbao looked at her with a smile and said very abruptly: "I'll teach you Xuangong." ”

The big boss was slightly stunned, and then walked up to him and stood still, "I'm old, and I have a weak heart." ”

The sentence is old, and Han Sanbao's heart is broken when he hears it.

He cultivated in the early stage of Peiyuan, according to the Immortal Sword Spirit, there are five hundred years to live, even if there will be no breakthrough in his cultivation for life, at this time, minus one hundred and fifty years, he can still live for three hundred and fifty years.

What about the big bosses?

Holding back the tears in his eyes, he forced a smile and said, "Actually, cultivation is not as difficult as you imagined, and it is not much more difficult than you practicing the Polar Shadow method." ”

The big boss looked straight at him with clear eyes, "I'm tired and want to rest." ”

"So, sit down. Han Sanbao sat on the ground first.

The big boss shook his head and looked straight at him, "You know what I mean. ”

Of course Han Sanbao understood, but he just didn't want to understand, "What about me?"

"You've grown up, you're capable, and I don't have to worry about it anymore. ”

"Nope. Without you, I wouldn't be happy, even if I had the ability. ”

The big boss was stunned again, and then said: "It's too early to say these things at this time, at least I can accompany you for a few decades." ”

Han Sanbao looked straight at her, his gaze was extremely firm, "I want you to accompany me all the time." ”

The big boss squatted down in front of him, and his white and skillful hands slowly lifted, touching his childish face, "Silly boy." ”

Han Sanbao said: "You are a stupid child, don't let go of the opportunity to live forever." No matter how many people ask for it, they can't ask for it. ”

The big boss got up and changed the topic: "At this time, Song Anmin is dead, and the prisoners in the condolence group are released or killed, you decide." ”

Han Sanbao secretly sighed.

She has always been unwilling to cultivate the truth.

But as she said, there are still decades to go, soft and hard, even if she is stubborn, she has to agree to cultivate the truth. There's no need to rush it.

"Have you identified that person?"

"Knowing that Song Anmin is dead, he recruited everything. is Song Yunyang, Song Anmin's most beloved son. ”

"I see. I'll meet him. ”

More than a dozen captives of the condolence group were held in a dark dungeon.

This dungeon is not specially designed for prisoners, it is more appropriate to have a small dark room than a dungeon.

The orders of the big boss are strange, and sometimes the thieves break one of them in a daze, and she doesn't whip people every time, and when she is in a good mood, she puts the wrongdoer in a small black room and thinks about it.

In order to prevent the punished from escaping, this small dark room is surrounded by stone walls, only a few fist-sized vents and a narrow iron door.

For ordinary people, it is really unbreakable.

More than 10 people in the condolence group, all of whom were imprisoned here, have been tortured by a narrow and confined space for more than two months, and almost became a psychopath, at this time, when they saw someone coming in, all their heads were attached to the iron door, and they yelled through the gaps.

"Let me out!"

"I want to be a cow and a horse, but I want to be let out. ”

"Please, change me to a cowshed or a pigsty, I'd rather live with stupid cows and stupid pigs than live in this horrible Tianzi No. 1 room. ”

Han Sanbao grinned, flew up and put his foot on the iron door, and with a muffled sound, it shook the eardrums of more than a dozen captives.

"Who is Song Yunyang?"