"Ximen blowing blood?" Zhang Tianhong muttered about this unfamiliar name, feeling a little dazed.

She could always feel from the words of Night Lonely City that this person named Ximen was very familiar, maybe it was a similar experience that caused Zhang Tianhong's feeling, because she always thought of Qi Yiren inadvertently. They all joined as passers-by, and in the end, they all defected, and they took away either medical skills or medicines, and the most important thing is that these two people's medical skills are extraordinary, which can be judged from the tone of Night Lonely City, because the one called Ximen Blowing Blood can prepare Baihua Pill, and it is very likely that the Huangquan Ghost Gate will not be able to find a second person. Zhang Tianhong didn't know if the Hundred Flowers Pill was difficult to prepare, but listening to the tone of the Night Lonely City, it was obvious that the Hundred Flowers Pill could not be made by any passer-by.

"It's the blood of blood, not the snow of snowflakes. Night Lonely City then said to Zhang Tianhong's self-talk, the look on his face was full of memories of the past.

Hearing Ye Gucheng suddenly say this, Zhang Qianhong was a little puzzled, she didn't understand what the meaning of Ye Gucheng emphasizing a blood word, because Zhang Tianhong didn't care about a name, but who the name belonged to, whether it was that Qi Yiren, this is what Zhang Qianhong cared about. However, Zhang Qianhong also knew that with just one name, she couldn't judge anything at all, because this was the easiest to fake, and then think about it, Zhang Qianhong felt that she was too eager, and the influence of Qi Yiren on their mercy had been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

However, no matter what Zhang Tianhong thought, Ye Gucheng was still immersed in his own thoughts, and the seemingly boring words he just said had a different meaning to him, and the picture from many years ago instantly occupied his mind.

"Does it hurt?" asked a man in his twenties with a very elegant face, looking at a little boy who was eight or nine years old with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Who are you?" the little boy distanced himself from the elegant man, and his tone was full of a smell of not being allowed to enter, obviously very wary of the elegant man in front of him.

The elegant man didn't care about the little boy's attitude, and asked to himself, "That's how you cultivate here?"

Although the little boy is young, he looks old everywhere, he has never seen this person in front of him before, but he knows that it should not be an outsider who can walk here, but this man's words completely betray him, it is obvious that he is not a member of the school.

"Who are you and how are you here?" the little boy was no longer just on guard, he jumped lightly to the side, and immediately assumed a defensive posture.

With this light jump, you can see that the little boy's skills are very solid, not only blocking the possible offensive route of the elegant man, but also finding a favorable position for himself, obviously the battle is not low.

And the elegant man just looked at the little boy with interest, didn't make any movements, just stood there, and waited until the little boy jumped away to fully expand the defensive posture before he spoke: "The observation is good, the posture is in place, the defense is also very regular, you have such a level at a young age, you are very good." ”

was praised by the elegant man, but the little boy was not proud, but more vigilant, and said angrily: "Who are you?"

"I'm a member of the Huangquan Ghost Gate. The elegant man was not at all moved by the little boy's attitude, but this time he answered the little boy's question, and at the same time took something out of his bosom and showed it to the little boy.

The little boy saw the elegant man reaching into his arms, and began to secretly gather his true qi to prevent the other party from sneaking attack, if the elegant man is not a friend or foe, then he must attract the attention of the door no matter what, the reason why he is now confronting the elegant man is to look for an opportunity, because he can feel the dangerous aura emanating from the other party's body, like a poisonous snake that is not good-looking, and may burst out and hurt people at any time.

But just as the little boy's true qi gathered, he saw clearly what the elegant man had taken out, a brand, a silver sign engraved with a terrible skull on it.

Although the little boy is not an important person in the Huangquan Ghost Gate, his parents are both killers of the Huangquan Ghost Gate, he grew up in the Ghost Gate since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the qiē here, so he recognized the origin of this brand at a glance.

"Netherworld Silver Medal?" The little boy was stunned for a moment when he saw this sign, and then immediately bowed respectfully, "Disciple Night City has seen the Soul Detention Envoy. ”

"Do you know me?" the elegant man immediately asked when he saw the little boy's reaction.

After hesitating for a moment, the little boy immediately arrived: "The disciple has never seen it." ”

"Then how do you know that I am the one who detains the soul? just by virtue of this broken brand, what if I picked it up or stole it?" the elegant man's tone was a little frivolous.

"This ......" Night City was instantly dumbfounded, although he looked old, but after all, he was still just a child, and when he heard the words of the elegant man at this moment, he immediately didn't know how to answer, because he had never dared to doubt the person holding the Netherworld card, that kind of person was really out of reach for him at a young age.

Seeing that Night City had been gone for a long time, the elegant man smiled slightly, suddenly sat on the ground, patted the ground beside him and said, "Come and sit." ”

Yecheng looked at the elegant man in a daze, a little at a loss, the strict hierarchy of the Huangquan ghost sect taught him not to disobey orders, but on an equal footing with the soul detaineer, how dare he. After a moment of silence, Night City made a decision, calmly walked over to the elegant man, and sat on the ground like him.

The elegant man saw the hesitation of Night City in his eyes, and he also knew what Night City was hesitating, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "It is really not easy to make a decision at a young age." ”

"The messenger praised falsely, and the disciple was ashamed. Night City's answer was also inconsistent with his age.

"I said, are you too old to be cautious, how can you say what adults should say at such a young age?"

"Huh?" Night City was a little confused, he had been educated like this since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, but the complaint in the elegant man's tone at this moment made him a little dazed, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, so he hurriedly stood up, "The disciple is ignorant and offended, please atone for the envoy." ”

Seeing Night City's reaction, the elegant man was stunned for a moment, and asked a little stupidly, "What did you offend me?"

Night City said in his heart, I also want to know what is wrong, but he can't ask, and he doesn't dare to ask, so he can only stand there respectfully.

"Forget it, sit down. The elegant man ignored it and patted his side again and said.

Night City took a closer look at the elegant man, and without any extra movements, he immediately sat down.

"Doesn't it hurt?" the elegant man asked the question a second time.

"The disciple didn't dare. Night City replied.

"What dare you dare to do, it hurts, it hurts, and if it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. The elegant man's voice was full of incomprehension.

Yecheng grew up in the ghost gate of Huangquan since he was a child, and what he saw and heard was either brutal killing or naked oppression.

The elegant man saw that Night City lost his mind again, and sighed slightly and said: "Their group of killers is really good, they are just cold-blooded, and the next generation is not good at education, it is the same for generations, how can they take the road of sustainable development." ”

Although he was complaining, such words were fresh and terrifying to the ears of Night City, because the words of the elegant man were really a little disobedient, but after all, he was a soul envoy, and Night City didn't dare to say anything, just as if he hadn't heard anything.

After complaining about this, the elegant man didn't say anything more, and asked after a while: "That's how you train on weekdays?"

Yecheng knew that the elegant man was referring to the bruise on his face, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Back to the envoy, the disciple is not very talented, and he can only use extreme means to stimulate his potential, which makes the envoy smile." ”

"Nonsense. The elegant man blurted out, these two words made Yecheng startled again, and when the elegant man saw this, his tone turned to judo, "At your age, you are the best I have ever seen, how can you say that you are dull." I just think there's something wrong with your training methods. ”

When Yecheng heard the elegant man say this, he immediately hugged his fists and said, "The disciple is willing to listen to the teachings of the envoy." The tone was unconcealably excited.

In fact, Night City thought that the elegant man wanted to teach himself the method of cultivation, and the favor of a soul-detaining messenger was unattainable for the small Night City, so he was so excited. And the elegant man just said casually, seeing that Yecheng was so excited, he was actually a little puzzled, but since Yecheng's words had been spoken, the elegant man did not refuse, and immediately said: "You have a blue nose and swollen face, you are practicing the ability to resist blows." ”

Seeing that Yecheng nodded, the elegant man continued: "You have gone into a misunderstanding by practicing like this, how can you practice your ability to resist attacks alone, you can't achieve the best effect at all." And practicing one's own resistance to fighting is a mistake in itself. ”

"The disciple is foolish, and I ask the messenger to make it clear. "Night City couldn't be more respectful.

"Your name is Night City, right?" the elegant man didn't continue, but asked something unrelated.

Night City was slightly stunned, then returned to normal, and said respectfully: "Exactly." ”

"Hmm. The elegant man nodded, "Then change your name." ”

"Ahh

It's only five o'clock, it's almost seven o'clock on my side, how was everyone doing on Tanabata yesterday, anyway, I'm not good, don't get off work at eleven o'clock, where I live there is no net, ahh