Funeral Street, a famous slum in Jicheng, is famous for its proximity to the funeral place.

Ragged people, young and old, walked the streets in groups, hoping that well-wishers would enter the mourning street to give porridge.

A young woman with a child holding a bamboo basket full of paper money, got off a very gorgeous carriage, looking at the woman's age, it should be two years old, the child is about four or five years old, looking naïve and cute.

From time to time, the maid who followed behind her took out hard cakes from the large frame carried by the two servants and gave them to the hungry people who had already gathered around, and in the midst of the thanksgiving of the old and young women and children, the young woman saw a young man sitting on the ground in the corner.

She parted the crowd and walked over with the child in tow.

Handing out a piece of bread, the young man looked up in surprise, but did not stretch out his hand.

The young woman hesitated for a moment, then took a silver ingot, put it beside the young man, and then took the child away.

The child, who was only a few years old, asked ungroundedly: "Mother, why did he give him silver if he didn't eat?" Dad said that able-bodied men don't give him food. ”

The young woman gently touched the child's head and said, "People, there is always a time when you are in trouble, it is not easy to go out, you can help." The big brother knew at a glance that he was not a lazy person, and he might have encountered some difficulties. ”

"Oh!" the child sighed as if he didn't understand, and turned around, *a*book*read*little* said that YBDU happened to see the young man's grateful gaze.

Chuyun Valley of the Han Kingdom, there are many buildings in the huge valley, but there are very few people living here, except for an old man who is completely conscious, the others are all young people who are confused and have no thoughts.

The old man knelt on the ground, holding a small object on an iron plate in both hands and lighting it on the body of a young man in black, muttering in his mouth: "Why can't you get up such a good thing? No, you must get it, such a good medicine servant is rare to see in life." ”

After another period of tinkering, the old man wiped the sweat from his face, stood up, and kicked the young man under him hard: "Damn, this thing doesn't work, it's better to throw the cold iron hell to forget it, I'm tired to death." ”

After throwing the young man into the Cold Iron Hell he said, the old man smiled evilly: "If this kid can survive the Cold Iron Hell, maybe he will be a good successor in the future." Lao Tzu is capable, and it's time to find a successor, I hope you don't disappoint Lao Tzu. ”

The young man was supposed to be dead, but was rescued by the old man. He could hear others, but he didn't dare open his eyes.

There is no distinction between friend and foe, and the person who saved him is obviously not a good kind, but he doesn't know it, the old man has long known that he is alive, but he has not broken it.

The temperature of the Cold Iron Hell is extremely low, three points lower than the temperature of the Northern Stygian Ice Realm. Wu Dingtian tried his best to keep himself sober, because from childhood to adulthood, the elders taught him only one belief, you are not living for yourself, you are living for your senior brother.

So he pretended to be stupid and went behind his back to find trouble with those who bullied his senior brother, he endured the beatings of others, but he didn't want his senior brother to see that he was a master among his peers.

The cold air eroded his body and internal organs, and at this dangerous moment, he was not worried about his own safety, but about the safety of his senior brother Wu Qiutian.

The person he was worried about was now facing a woman in purple, in the capital of the Han Kingdom, a man and a woman, a beautiful fairy, and a decadent and abnormal man and woman were confronting each other.

"I've already said that I'm a waste, why do you still follow me, you just let me fend for myself in this market, and you can save yourself trouble, wouldn't it be better?" Wu Qiutian looked at the pretty face in front of him that made him a little unbearable, and he was ruthless, but decided to stay away from her.

This was a decision he made after careful consideration, and Xuanyuan Ziyi's words did move him that day, but she said that he was her man, and in the world of Wu Qiutian, there was no man who needed a woman to protect.

Xuanyuan Ziyi said lightly: "Wu Qiutian, how long do you have to be willful? I have been with you in this market for a whole month, and that's how you answered me? You promised to meet Jicheng that day, and now you say that you are a waste, what do you want!"

The reason why he chose to stay away was not because he didn't want revenge, but because he found that he actually had feelings for this woman.

Deep down, he didn't know whether to accept this woman into his life. But he didn't think that this woman had already entered his life from the beginning.

"You want the ancestral spirit, kill me, take the ancestral spirit. Wu Qiutian said helplessly.

"But I don't want anything now. Xuanyuan Ziyi said seriously.

Wu Qiutian was helpless about Xuanyuan Ziyi's stubbornness, and suddenly, he grabbed Xuanyuan Ziyi's hand: "Since you said that I am your man, then let's get married as soon as possible!"

Under the shame and anger, Xuanyuan Ziyi pushed him away: "When has it been, it is still so improper." What you have to think about now is how to regain your strength and how to get revenge. ”

Speaking of cultivation, Wu Qiutian was silent, and he also wanted to recover, but in the current situation, he also knew that he could not recover by his own efforts.

Looking at his lost expression, Xuanyuan Ziyi was suddenly in a good mood, he was just taken aback by his obscene expression, and now he can be regarded as a punishment.

She slapped Wu Qiutian on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, change your clothes, go eat something first, there is always a way to recover your strength." ”

I found an inn casually, but it was not that kind of small inn, and with Xuanyuan Ziyi's eyes, it was naturally impossible to choose a place that was too bad.

The table was full of food, and the two of them were really hungry, especially Wu Qiutian, who had lost his skills, but he had no ability to open the valley.

A not happy dinner came to an end, but an uninteresting person appeared in front of the two, and the first sentence was: "Boy, get out of the way, let this chick accompany the master to drink some wine." ”

Somehow, Wu Qiutian also thought about Xuanyuan Ziyi: "If this brother doesn't mind, how about letting this chick serve us together?"

Behind the man, a young man with a folding fan looked Wu Qiutian up and down, and said disdainfully: "What are you, you don't look at what you're wearing, you even want to share the beauty with this son." Get out of the way, such a beauty, it's really tyrannical to let you be such a poor sour occupant. ”

Wu Qiutian pretended to be very aggrieved and left the table, but the look of urgency in his eyes made Xuanyuan Ziyi catch it right. She showed an intoxicating smile to the richly dressed folding fan boy: "The son can see the thin willow posture of the concubine's body, which is the blessing of the concubine's body." However, the concubine is a married woman, and if the head of the family is angry, the concubine is only afraid that she will have to suffer a lot of flesh and skin when she goes back. ”

The weak words, the sharp voice, and the pitiful appearance of Chu Chu have made the folding fan boy completely fall into her tenderness.

I saw that the prince of the unknown family slammed the table and shouted: "Come on, grab that grandson for me, beat him to death, and kill me." ”

It is said that a life is a peach blossom, but it is going to die under the peach blossom branch, and he only praises the sword and gun, but he doesn't know the Pujia at the edge of the sky, but there is a trace of thought, which stays in his heart.

Wu Qiutian did not resist, and let a group of healthy servants trample on his body recklessly, but suddenly, he saw Xuanyuan Ziyi vaguely with some unbearable looks, just like the witch spirit beside the canyon in the past.

I don't know where the strength came from, Wu Qiutian struggled to get up, overturned the pounce that put the dirty hooves on his back, like a gang of tigers and wolves grabbed a young man who was fighting for the tiger and aimed his fist at the head.

After a burst of smashing, he felt his body suddenly fly, but it was a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe who didn't know what sect he was going crazy and made a move. The folding fan boy turned pale, and ordered angrily: "Qingyunzi, kill him for me." ”

Like Nanchu, the Han also had wealthy families who raised many cultivators from small sects. For giant crocodiles such as the Valley of the Gods, as long as other sects that are also giants do not interfere in worldly affairs, even if these small sects do anything wrong, they will not interfere. After all, a hidden sect like Zhirutang is not a paper paste, and the cultivators of the small sect are at least a little afraid of doing things.

Like an obedient vicious dog, after hearing the master's command, the middle-aged man flew towards Wu Qiutian without hesitation. The kick was like a kick on an iron plate, and although Wu Qiutian had already flown far away, the middle-aged man's foot also felt a sharp pain.

In order not to let his master look down on him, he endured the sharp pain on his toes and continued to fly up, preparing to kill Wu Qiutian. He didn't have any bottom in his heart, Wu Qiutian was able to withstand his two blows and not die, which was already beyond his expectations, but in front of everyone, Wu Qiutian actually stood up again.

He stubbornly walked towards Wu Qiutian, Wu Qiutian wiped a handful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Come, kill the master!" It's been a long time since he had this hearty feeling, he is not bent on death, but wants to increase his pain in the other party's blows, so that he can live in pain.

Only pain can make him always remember hatred. At the same time, he also hoped that letting people hit the dantian again would allow him to resume his cultivation.

This kind of masochistic behavior is extremely perverted in the eyes of ordinary people, and no one wants to let others do this to themselves. Wu Qiutian also didn't want to practice himself, but if he wanted to live, and if he wanted to live until the God Emperor Valley was shattered and alive to regain his ability to cultivate the truth, then he must have this indomitable will.

Otherwise, even if he is lucky enough to recover his mana, it is far away if he wants to take revenge, and the person who loses his fighting spirit will only become a waste who doesn't know anything and doesn't want anything.

The middle-aged man was in front of Wu Qiutian in a blink of an eye, and after a stormy beating, Wu Qiutian's bones were shattered, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground like a lump of flesh.

Xuanyuan Ziyi's eyes were even more unbearable, and her hands were quietly clenched, and suddenly, she flew towards the middle-aged man.

The children of princes and princes can control the life and death of an ordinary person at will, and ordinary people, if it is not for the green smoke on the ancestral grave to enter the official career, even for a lifetime, they will not be able to let these rich children who have been born with good tires take a look at them with their eyes.

Unexpectedly, after she made a move, a hand took the first step to kill the middle-aged man on the spot, and there was not even a single corner of his clothes.