It was Aunt Wu who drove out, and a group of children saw that an adult came out to take care of it, and they shouted and dispersed.

"Xiao Tian......" The woman saw that the children had dispersed, and stopped Yang Tianke and said, "I haven't eaten yet." Come, take these and eat them first. ”

"Aunt Wu, you have already helped me a lot, I can't ask you for food anymore, not to mention that you also have Mei'er to raise. Yang Tianke pushed over the bowl of rice handed over by Aunt Wu and said lightly, nearly three years of begging has made his heart change subtly, but he can't even say what has changed.

"You hairy child, Aunt Wu has no shortage of this bowl of rice at home, take it and eat it, besides, this is what we owe you, you eat yours, so that I can feel better." In the past three years, Aunt Wu has often taken care of Yang Tianke, which has eased the relationship between her and Xiaotian a lot, and at this time she insisted on stuffing a bowl of rice into Xiaotian's hands.

"Mom, what do you have to say to a man named Hanako? You still secretly give him food, do you really want this poor beggar to marry me? Aren't you afraid that I will starve to death with him?" Wu Mei'er looked at Yang Tianke with a look of disgust, and shouted impatiently.

"Shut up, I can't be the master of your marriage, but I can't be a man without a conscience!" Aunt Wu turned around and scolded angrily.

Mei'er let out a cold snort from the end of her nose, and then there was no more sound.

"Thank you, Aunt Wu. Hearing that cold snort, Yang Tianke felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and he no longer refused, covering the bowl that Aunt Wu had forced into him with half of his broken sleeve, and he said flatly: "I'll clean the bowl tomorrow and bring it to you." As he spoke, he covered his rice bowl and walked out of the city without looking back.

Looking at Yang Tianke's gradually disappearing back, Aunt Wu shook her head and sighed: "Hey......! I forgot to give him the old clothes at home, I really don't know how he spent the winter in those torn clothes. ”

Yang Tianke came to a ruined temple outside the city with his rice bowl. By this time it was getting dark, and watching him skillfully poke the fire with a branch, he knew that this was the place where he had lived for a long time.

Yang Tianke broke off two branches and rushed to make chopsticks, sat cross-legged by the fire with a rice bowl and pulled it into his mouth, looking at him was already extremely hungry, a bowl of rice was picked up by him in two clicks, and the strange thing is that his gobbling way of eating has not even dropped a grain of rice.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Yang Tian could use the branches in his hand to draw a crooked figure on the ground like a road.

He has a surprisingly good memory, he can memorize a book after reading it several times, and when he was young, he often used it to be lazy, coaxing his mother to go out and endorse books, and then go home when he had had enough.

In the past three years, he has memorized all the large and small roads around Yaogang Town with his memory ability beyond ordinary people, and then arranged them intricately, searching for routes for him to escape.

Yang Tianke was painting himself in a trance, and suddenly a night breeze blew, faintly mixed with a few shouts and scolding!

He suddenly remembered the recent rumors that there were bandits slaughtering the village, and the most bizarre thing was that all the dead people were like they had been drained of blood, and only a dried corpse was left!

Yang Tianke was shocked, and quickly kicked two feet of soil to cover the flames, hid behind the broken temple gate, and looked out along the crack in the door.

The shouting came from far and near, but it was in mid-air. He looked up, only to see two clouds of light and shadow, one white and one red, were separated by a touch, and the white shadow seemed to be invincible, and the light color immediately dimmed, smashing to the ground like a meteor. Strangely enough, such a violent fall came to an abrupt halt at a distance of five feet from the ground, and became like a leaf blown by the wind, drifting into the slanted thorns, and falling steadily to the ground.

A person slowly stood up in the white light, looking at his face was only twenty-seven or eight years old, with a handsome figure, blue eyes and eyebrows, and a gray robe fluttering in the wind, although he looked embarrassed, he did not lose his fairy bones. What surprised Yang Tianke the most was that on the white disc hanging in the back of this person's head, there were actually four rainbow-shaped light wheels of red, orange, yellow, and green! There were two more rounds than that of Zhang Laodao, who was respected as an immortal by Yang Jiazhuang!

Yang Tianke was stunned for a while, and he didn't even notice when the red light fell, until he smelled a pungent smell of blood, and then he looked at the red shadow that was only ten zhang away from the temple gate with the disgusting smell.

Yang Tianke almost screamed at a glance, only to see that the person in the red light was also dressed in a Taoist robe, and his appearance was the same as that person just now, but the ghostly blood-red eyes, coupled with the disc with a background color like black blood on the back of his head, made people feel a burst of mania in their hearts at first glance, as if they had been taken away from their souls! What was even more terrifying was that this person's blood-colored disc was also attached to the red, orange, yellow, and green four-color light wheels!

The mania in his heart made Yang Tianke quickly look away at the gray-robed Taoist before, and in an instant, a peaceful aura emanated from the bottom of his heart, and he could suppress the madness in his heart.

"Qinghua, hand over the hidden sword diagram. The man in the red light cried out like a night crow, "I will spare you for the sake of my fellow brothers!"

The Taoist called Qinghua had a bleak smile on his face: "Fellow brother?? You killed your father and ate your mother, and you can even suck the essence blood of your own parents in order to practice demonic skills, when do you remember that you have my fellow brother?"

"If you want to say that those two old things are still useful, it took their essence and blood to make my cold-blooded Zen enter the realm of the fourth layer, if you want to improve again, it's all up to you, Jiji. As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips and said, "But if you hand over the Tibetan Sword Diagram today, I will keep you to enjoy it later, otherwise I will suck you dry now!"

"Blood Dao! The friendship between you and me has long been severed, and if you want to hide the sword diagram, as you said, suck it up and take it myself. ”

Qinghua pinched the sword in his hand, and without saying much, the sword behind him suddenly rose to the sky, and shouted in his mouth: "Nine swords, the sword crosses the underworld!"

As Qinghua shouted and landed, the sword suspended above his head instantly opened and turned into five swords, and the sword body was fluorescently entangled, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. The five swords lined up in a row, pounced on the blood path like a long snake!

"Truly, Yuxiao Nine Sword Technique, it's a pity that you can only turn into five swords, but you can't hurt me with this. The Blood Dao Monster laughed, his left hand raised violently, and a red skeleton the size of a fist was instantly controlled by him.

The skull's bloody mouth opened slightly, and a black mist filled with pungent blood erupted, enveloping all the sword rays that Qinghua pounced on, and the faint ghostly scream in the black fog made people feel a bone-eating chill at first glance!

"Blood Devouring Skeleton! How many people have you killed by practicing this monster?" Qinghua saw the sacrificial thing in the blood Dao's hand, and his eyes widened in shock.

"If there is not a thousand, there are eight hundred, those civilians just don't have the essence and blood of their relatives to use, and the people who have sucked the whole village dry have grown a circle in size. Xuedao looked at the fist-sized blood-colored skeleton in his hand with some pity, and his face was full of regret.

"Wicked, you are so mad, now I will fight for my life and die with you. ”

Qinghua was furious, and suddenly a mouthful of blood sprayed towards the black mist, and the sword trick in his hand was slightly pinched, and he could pull the sword out of the black mist.

"Xuantian is evil, the nine swords are one, lead them with blood, and refer to Yin Cao!" Qinghua held the hilt of the sword, and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on it, and immediately shouted angrily!

For a while, the sword in Qinghua's hand was fluorescent, but there seemed to be a crimson blood surging like a blood-devouring skeleton in that little bit of fluorescence.

Qinghua took a slight wrong step under his feet, and he actually pounced on it with a sword!

Xuedao's face was slightly solemn, and he muttered in his mouth: "Ten Thousand Ghost Shield!" As soon as the words fell, the skeleton on his chest suddenly shone with blood, and a thick round shield like blood coagulated instantly unfolded.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the sword in Qinghua's hand was half an inch deep into the blood shield!

Xuedao's face froze, he took a step back, and his palms pressed against the blood shield with all his strength, and in an instant, the crimson rolled, the black blood in the blood shield seemed to be boiled, the blood bubbles boiled, and the ghost faces made of black gas floated out from the cracked blood bubbles, and wrapped around Qinghua's sword, so that the sword blade could no longer advance an inch!

The blood color and fluorescence were held against each other like a freeze frame, but in just a moment, the blood path slowly freed up a withered claw, and instantly grabbed the top of Qinghua's head!

Seeing the blood path withered claw attacking, Qinghua had a hidden unwillingness in his eyes, and a sideways body flashed the bloodway withered claw, stomped under his feet, and flew back to the same place.

"Ji, Qinghua, do you think my fourth-layer cold-blooded Zen is practiced in vain?" Xuedao put away the round shield, and did not pursue, looking at Qinghua with sarcastic eyes.

There was no sound, and Qinghua's forehead gradually oozed sweat. With all his furious blows, he couldn't even penetrate the shield qi formed by the opponent's skeleton, how could this not make him frightened? And how could this kind of gap be caught up with a few years of hard training? Qinghua smiled miserably, it seemed that he was destined to die today. It's just that this hidden sword diagram must not fall into the hands of this evil obstacle.

Thinking of this, Qinghua glanced at the broken temple intentionally or unintentionally, and then gritted his teeth as if he had decided something.

"Blood Dao, if you really want this hidden sword diagram, I will give it to you, I just hope that you will leave quickly after taking the diagram, and our brotherhood will end here. The hatred of his parents treated him and said, "If I have succeeded in cultivating, I will come to you." Qinghua said as he took out a drawing from his bosom and threw it at the blood path.

Seeing the drawings flying in, Xuedao got up and grabbed it, and muttered in his mouth, "Count you as you know...", but before the word "phase" could be spoken, he suddenly found that his hand was hot, and exclaimed: "What?...... Trapped Demon Talisman!" I saw a silver-white light stretching out from under the drawing, and instantly formed a large net to cover his whole body, but the hidden sword diagram flew back into Qinghua's hand.

"This talisman is made by the master himself, and you can't break free for a while. Qinghua was relieved to see that he was trapped in the blood path.

"Do you think you'll run away, I'm going to suck you dry when I break this net!" said Bloodway, holding the slowly shrinking net with his skull.

"I didn't want to run. Qinghua said and picked up the drawings and floated into the ruined temple......