"What are you thinking?

Walking on the road, Ye Mengqi looked at Zhang Yan's somewhat strange face and asked.

Zhang Yan smiled, he knew that he was by no means "deep" now, but Ye Mengqi asked, and he still replied: "I'm thinking about the ...... of Miss Tantai."

"Hmph, when you see someone beautiful, you lose your soul?"

Halfway through Zhang's words, Ye Mengqi interrupted dissatisfied.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yan didn't care about Ye Mengqi's attitude, and replied: "I'm just thinking that people who practice martial arts, the more they get to the end, the more their minds will become a little insensitive. It's rare to see a girl like Tantai who still maintains the pure heart of the ancient way. ”

Cultivating martial arts is cultivating the mind.

A person at the pinnacle of martial arts, in his life, he will definitely experience all kinds of joys and sorrows. Then in the end, the so-called life and death, the so-called joy and pain, for him himself, are like floating clouds that pass by, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Although Lanzhen deliberately emphasized her "chivalrous righteousness" just now because it was difficult to explain to her master, the ancient way in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed.

Compassion for the suffering, this point, Lanzhen is far better than Zhang Remnant.

However, even if Zhang Yan admits defeat here, he is not envious.

"Oh-"

Ye Mengqi stretched out her voice and sneered: "Of course! The girl from Lantai is good, beautiful, and virtuous, so she is naturally much better than me!"

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what kind of dry vinegar Ye Mengqi was eating.

Because of Ye Mengqi's terrible private life, such a dissolute person naturally can't easily be tempted by a man casually. Maybe her heart is sour, just because in some ways, she is jealous of Lanzhen.

Zhang Zhan just figured out Ye Mengqi's mind in a blink of an eye, and said softly: "She is just a little smoother than yours, I believe that if you have the same growth environment as her, you must not be worse than her." ”

Ye Mengqi was stunned for a moment, and after looking at Zhang Yan blankly for a long time, a trace of complexity finally flashed in her eyes.

But then, she said angrily: "I haven't seen your turn to judge!"

After saying that, she widened the distance between her and Zhang Zhan, and seemed to be even a little closer to Zhang Zhan, looking "disdainful of being with him".

Zhang Yan shook his head helplessly, didn't pay much attention to it, honestly and calmly carried the flat burden on his shoulders, and followed the team unhappily and slowly.

After walking for a long morning, Zhang Yan smelled a strong smell of death. When they arrived at the woman's village, most of the people in the group, who had not seen much slaughter or death, were already shaking.

In small villages, the huts are very close to each other, almost inseparable from each other. Therefore, if you look at it from a distance, the layout of the whole village is more like a very harmonious and affectionate family.

In the green mountains and green waters, under the fragrance of flowers and fruit trees, the thick taste of blood is even stronger and pungent.

In the whole village, there are stumps and severed heads at a glance, and there are even dead bodies that have been twisted into "twisted flowers". It is no exaggeration to say that none of the more than 100 corpses were intact.

The fear and despair on the faces of the deceased seem to pour out the intense pain they experienced before they die, and at the same time, it also seems to warn the world not to live up to the beauty of life.

This kind of scene is already commonplace for Zhang Zhan, so he just sighed slightly. And the rest of the people in the caravan, especially most of the porters, they only knew how to get up early and work hard to earn money, how could they ever see a scene like this Shura hell?

The woman let out a terrible scream, and then ran to a headless corpse, and began her wailing.

Although the little boy in her arms is far from the age of sensibility, the mother and son are connected, and they don't know why, and they are also grinning and crying.

Ye Mengqi, who had fought a cold war with Zhang Remnant, was also red-eyed, but when she saw Zhang Remnant's light appearance, tears were still rolling in her eyes, but then she burst out of her eyes all of a sudden: "Is your heart made of iron?

Zhang Yan glanced at her, and then said lightly: "It's better to let them be buried in the ground first." ”

And the whole burial process, there is nothing to say, although there is a small episode - the woman actually jumped into the burial pit with the child in her arms in the process of filling the earth to bury her father-in-law, and begged vigorously to go with her father-in-law. He also cried blood: "How can I live......"

Well, it seems that widows who are widowed cry like this, like some rules that must be followed. If you write it like this, it's a bit of a bad taste, but you can only blame those who cry and shout "How can I live?"

Even though Lanzhen said that she would invite her to the house to help, she couldn't stop her crying. It wasn't until the end that she was knocked unconscious and dragged her up.

This kind of manual work of digging pits and filling soil is naturally indispensable to Zhang Remnant.

After working for several hours, after sunset, the more than 100 corpses were all buried in the ground.

"What are you doing?"

This time it was Zhang Yan's turn to ask Ye Mengqi.

After the woman became unconscious, her young son was always held by Ye Mengqi.

She gently stroked the little boy's hair, and said a little blankly: "I really envy her......"

"What does she, the child's mother, envy her?" asked Zhang Yan in surprise.

Ye Mengqi muttered: "You say, isn't martyrdom a very beautiful thing?"

Zhang Yan frowned, and Ye Mengqi continued as if she was talking to herself: "If she can die for her husband without hesitation, then her husband must have treated her very well before his death! Oh, too! If it was not good to her, that man would not have given up his life to hold that monster, but left his life to her and their children." ”

With this kind of sentimentality, Zhang Yan could only declare that he would not be accompanied, and chose to have dinner.

Don't look at so many ordinary people who have worked all day, they should be tired and hungry, but when they get up, they don't eat one by one. Obviously, when the bodies were being carried and buried, the shocking scenes made them lose the slightest appetite.

Moreover, even if the place where the gang started is hundreds of steps away from this small village, the bloody blood can still irritate people's nasal cavity from time to time.

"You know who the killer is, do you?"

Zhang Yan was enjoying dinner, and Lanzhen came in and asked loudly.

Zhang Yan swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, and then said, "I'm not sure." ”

Lanzhen seemed to be a little dissatisfied, but she still said in a very calm tone: "Please give me advice." ”

It is almost certain that the more respectful and polite the tone, the more it indicates that the relationship between the two is very rusty. The iron buddies seem to greet each other between the two, and they don't mind some swear words in each other's mouths.

Zhang Yan smiled and said lightly, "I have no comment." ”

Lanzhen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left angrily.

"You're using this method to anger her so that she can be more impressed with you, right?" Ye Mengqi leaned over.

The woman had woken up, and the young son was the last spiritual barrier for her to survive, so naturally she had already held the child in her arms at the moment and liberated Ye Mengqi.

"Let's watch the children!" Zhang Yan said succinctly, and the implication was to stop meddling.

Ye Mengqi was a little excited when she heard this, and said melancholy: "It's not my flesh and blood, alas!"

Zhang Yan sighed and said casually: "If you want, there are at least twenty or thirty people here, and they will never mind helping you." ”

Ye Mengqi glared at Zhang Yan fiercely, and turned around to leave angrily.

Then Zhang Yan completely restrained his mind and calmed down quietly.

If Zhang Yan guessed correctly, the culprit of this tragic situation should be the walking corpse.

The scratches on the woman's hands, the breath on them, are familiar to Zhang Yan, and they should not be wrong.

But what puzzled Zhang was that Banlu should not have the leisure to slaughter the ordinary people of this village. Her top priority now is not to refine Tang Illusion?

Tang Fantasy is the body of the Nine Yin, if Tang Fantasy is successfully refined by Ban Lu, then such a walking corpse can be called an invincible existence - invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable, and punished by heaven.

Fortunately, he didn't get the blood of the true dragon by Ban Lu, otherwise, unless the predecessor who created the Burning Sutra Recipe came back from the dead, otherwise, looking at the whole world, I am afraid that no one could resist the combination of the body of the Nine Yin and the blood of the true dragon.

But in any case, there is no need for Banlu to bloodied this village.

For thousands of years, the Soul Initiation Sect has been intolerable. So even if Banlu is really idle and bored and wants to take revenge on the rivers and lakes, then he should choose a gang with a small sect to start the knife, rather than this small village that will only pass on firewood, rice, oil and salt to the next generation.

Could it be that she wants to kill everyone in the world?

Suddenly, Zhang Yan opened his eyes.

At the same time, a scream pierced the silence of the night.

Zhang Zhi rushed to a hundred paces away like a whirlwind, and also saw a tall, burly and lifeless walking corpse, pinching and bursting the head of a porter.

And the rest of the porters seemed to be stupid, and after witnessing all this, even the skills of escape seemed to have cooled.

Lanzhen also arrived as soon as possible, she held Qingfeng in her hand, and without answering, she stabbed the walking corpse with a sword.

Although Zhang Chuan didn't make a move, he tried his best to sense the owner of the spiritual power that controlled this walking corpse.

In his mind, it was like a battle to change the stars, and with this weak spiritual power, Zhang Chuan almost at the speed of light, like lightning, crossed the mountains and mountains, spanning dozens of miles away, and "saw" a face that was far from beautiful, but it was the maid who destroyed the sky in Miyamoto!

When Zhang Zan's "look" at her, she also opened her slender eyes, and showed a mouthful of white teeth towards Zhang Zan: "Hello Brother Zhang!"

In fact, Zhang Zhan doesn't know Dongying dialect, and this Dongying woman doesn't know Chinese either.

But the two are in the same spirit, but there is no barrier to communication at all.

Then, she left Zhang Yan with a very cruel smile.

The distance between the two is too far, although Zhang Yan's skills have increased greatly at this time, and his body is also like lightning, it is not difficult to find the door. But in this way, I am afraid that this caravan will be completely wiped out at the moment.

Moreover, who knew that Miyamoto and Fujino Shinjo were not by this woman's side, no matter how confident Zhang Yan was, he would not be able to resist the two of them joining forces alone. Don't be a bad one, your own life will be there.

Zhang Yan immediately made a decision, and pressed Ye Mengqi's shoulder with an arrow step: "Don't get close to it!

Even if his martial arts are as strong as Zhao Qingyun, when facing the walking corpse, the most he can do is only to not be beaten by the walking corpse and run around like Zhang Remnant and Wanyan Injury.

Because these walking corpses no longer belong to the category of human beings, they are also not existences that can be restrained by martial arts.

Only Zhang Yan's thick-backed knife can really be regarded as the nemesis of the walking corpse.

But it's a pity that not long ago, the thick-backed knife was left behind by Zhang in the glass treasure house. According to Park Bo-young's inference, the glazed treasure house will only be opened every other Jiazi. Before the Treasury was opened, it was parallel to this world, and the two never intersected.

"I can also do martial arts!" Ye Mengqi shouted as she didn't admit defeat, but the moment she saw the walking corpse grabbing Lanzhen's sharp sword into pieces, her expression of disobedience turned into complete consternation.

"Be careful!"

To say that one punch on the body of the sword, breaking an ordinary long sword into two pieces, although not everyone can do it, but this kind of thing is not uncommon at all.

Then he grabbed the blade and tip of the sword with his bare hands, and grabbed the "extraordinary" long sword infused with true qi into pieces, it was really impossible! Even a peerless master who was proficient in the Shaolin School's Vajra Immortal Divine Skills should be difficult to do.

Therefore, the Lanzhen blade was shockingly destroyed, and for a moment he was stunned and motionless.

And Chen Junhu, who was closest to her, was anxious, stepped on one step, and rushed towards the walking corpse with a tiger.

I have to say that this kid still has some skills, and his cultivation and Tai Lanzhen don't want to make many mistakes.

He is holding an extraordinarily wide and thick sword, which is not only dancing, but it is open and closed, and it looks very strong.

The thick sword broke through the wind and slashed at the claw that grabbed the face of the Zhenyu of the Tailan.

There was still no accident, no matter how wide and thick the sword was, when it touched the claws of the walking corpse, with a piercing sound of metal shattering, the thick sword was also shattered, and it was successfully incarnated.

But fortunately, Chen Jun's momentum sank, and he grabbed the claws of the corpse to the face of Zhenyu of Tailan, and "smashed" it hard. Otherwise, Lanzhen will be disfigured by luck, and there is a chance that her little head will also be pinched and exploded.