Jubao Town, suburbs, Luoxi.

The villagers have already pulled the monster out of Luoxi and burned the ashes with a blazing fire.

Luoxi has returned to a clear stream, trickling down, reflecting the rivers and mountains. The reeds sway in the wind, and the waterfowl soar close to the water.

is still a man, a sword and a teenager, gray shirt, gloomy face.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The forest path is full of shadows, and on the treetops, people are crowded.

"Ninth Senior Brother, it's really you!" The person who came was the fourth disciple of Yi Zong's Yuan Division, Zuijun, who was holding a golden bottle, lightly landed beside the young man, unscrewed the spout of the wine jug, and poured a sip of wine.

Youth, Tang Feng.

"Fourth Senior Brother, you're here!" he showed a smile, and that smile was very simple, just like a snow lotus blooming on the Tianshan Mountain.

Drunken Jun raised his sleeve and wiped the remaining wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled indifferently, "I guess you will definitely appear in Luoxi." Therefore, I waited for you here for a day and a night. ”

"Why?"

Tang Feng didn't look back, it can be said that he didn't look at Drunken Jun at all, just looked into the distance, and the water birds flapped their wings and touched the water.

"Intuition!"

Drunken Jun replied very simply, poured a sip of wine, and handed the wine jug to Tang Feng, "Ninth Senior Brother, how about it?

Tang Feng turned his head slightly, hesitated slightly, took the gold bottle, raised his head and poured a large sip of spirits, and looked at the drunken monarch, "Senior brothers, are you okay?"

"All is well, but everybody wants you back. Drunken Jun stared at Tang Feng with some expectation in his eyes.

The sound of water, boom.

Surrounding. Silence.

"Don't you want to know why I'm doing this? Fourth Senior Brother. ”

"You must have your reasons for doing this. Either way, I believe in you as a person. You are by no means an indiscriminate murderer. ”

Drunken Jun smiled lightly, poured another sip of wine, and then handed the wine jug to Tang Feng.

"The Barbarian Ghost Sect and the Hundred Poison Sect have all entered Jubao Town, and they are all here to compete for immortal cultivation magic weapons, you must be careful. Tang Feng said solemnly.

"In the rivers and lakes, many people from various sects have come to Jubao Town, Ninth Senior Brother. Aren't you really going back to meet your brothers?"

Tang Feng nodded, smiled, and took another sip of the spirits. "Life is like this pot of wine, just for this drunkenness. ”

"Okay, I don't force you, but the brothers are waiting for you all the time. Drunken Jun sighed lightly.

"Don't worry. This treasure town is the last battle. To clear the world's demons, it is time to recover the blood debt in the nine heavens. Tang Feng glanced up at the sky, and there was a bit of blood red and a bit of anger in the eyes of those sharp swords.

Drunken Jun paused, "In that case, I'll take my leave first." I went back to join my brothers. ”

"Well, be careful!" Tang Feng instructed.

"There will be a period later. Take care!" the drunken gentleman pulled the golden bottle of wine and put it in his sleeve. Jumped up, took a few ups and downs, and disappeared into the forest path.

Alas!

The stream flowed quietly, and the reeds still swayed in the wind.

He, a lonely shadow, carrying a sword, pointed the water from the surface of the stream, swept across the surface of the stream, and landed on the opposite bank, his figure flashed and disappeared into the reeds.

In a short time, on the surface of the stream, a bamboo raft was drawn from the depths of the reeds and went down the river, which was a large river that flowed endlessly.

The bamboo raft is on the surface of the river, paddling down the river, a little aimlessly.

On the bamboo raft, a person, wearing a hat, a green shirt, and a sword stuck at one end of the bamboo raft.

He, the young Tang Feng.

Floating on a bamboo raft, drifting aimlessly on the surface of the river, there is neither a way forward nor a way back.

It's the beauty of solitude he's experiencing, and since coming to Treasure Town, he's become accustomed to this kind of bamboo raft paddling aimlessly down the river.

It doesn't matter where the raft ends up.

Sometimes, he would float on a bamboo raft for four or five days, and sometimes he would stay on a small island for three or two days.

However, he likes such days, there is no vendetta, no demonic path, no immortal cultivation.

There is only one kind of ordinary people's leisure, and he is actually happy to do it.

From time to time, when he met fishermen, he would also strike up a conversation with them and follow them to cast a net to catch fish. From time to time, you will also encounter some merchants carrying a large cargo ship, which is full of goods that have made a fortune.

It has been three months since he arrived in Luoxi, and in the past three months, in addition to killing some people who should be killed with the sword in his hand, he has been wandering aimlessly on this bamboo raft.

In those days of isolation, there is no distress of strife, no harm of the devil's way.

Despite this seemingly uneventful day, his heart is not at peace. He always remembered his family.

However, since these demonic people have captured his family to deal with him, for the time being, his family is safe.

From the beginning of the escape from Zhuxi Village, he met the chivalrous man drunk and dusty, and the hero in his mind should be like drunken road and dust.

Over the years, he has always adhered to his chivalrous heart, in order to one day become a chivalrous man like Drunken Dao and Xuchen, and become a chivalrous fairy like them.

But when he entered the immortal realm and met Jianghu and the south of the lake again, all this changed.

Drunken Dao and Xuchen have become hypocrites, the big devil who kills innocents, and the mastermind behind the planning of this bloody case.

This is an incomparably huge blow to Tang Feng.

It can be said that after completely destroying the hero in his mind, he can no longer find a spiritual pillar that can support him. So, shun is a fairy, and reverse is a demon.

However, he will not fall into the Demon Dao, he will be against the immortals, against the sky, against the immortals.

Immortals, walking alone, defending the order of the nine heavens, defending the reincarnation of the heavenly way.

But he chose another path, using killing to preach the Tao, killing all the sects in the world that respect demons, and a sword, so that the sects in the rivers and lakes that took refuge in the devil were terrified.

He is the demon of the devil's path and the immortal of the righteous path, so he is the "reverse immortal".

Unexpectedly, Yi Zong's seven martial arts cultivators who had cultivated first-class martial arts all came down the mountain. He came all the way to find himself, of course he knew, but for the time being, he couldn't join the seven disciples of Yi Zong.

He wants to kill all these sects in the world that support the Demon Dao, and he no longer has a trace of mercy, only blood on his hands.

On the river, bamboo rafts flow along the river.

Tang Feng lay on his back on the bamboo raft, blowing the cool breeze. He reveled in the stream between such mountains. This Hongluo Creek meanders and flows between the mountains.

The water flows babblingly, and the verdant peaks are reflected in the water.

The mirrored surface of the water broke through the air, splashing, and the waves rolled, almost overturning the bamboo raft.

"Whoa, whoa"

A splash of water, more than ten people jumped out from the bottom of the water, suspended in the air, sacrificed all kinds of divine soldiers, condensed into a cold light and shot towards Tang Feng on the bamboo raft.

Tang Feng's sword eyebrows sank, he had already risen from the fish, grabbed the chivalrous sword, stood on one foot, the tip of the sword was against the bamboo raft, maintaining the balance of the bamboo raft, sneered, raised his hand, and the chivalrous sword turned into wisps of purple and cyan sword and shot out.