The Nine Ghosts, the gods and demons of the heavens, sacrificed my blood and body. Three lives and seven lives, forever fallen into Yama, just for love, although he died without regret

Thousands of years ago, who was the one who whispered, was willing to give everything, including his own life, however, providence always made people, and when he came out of life and death, he and her, after all, could only be separated from each other.

Good and evil, those are two paths that will never end.

"See you next time, perhaps, you and I are friends and foes" In his mind, Baguio's words still echoed, and Zhang Xiaofan felt very uncomfortable.

The young man didn't know what it was like to be sad, and until this moment, he still couldn't see his heart clearly.

After Zhang Xiaofan left the dripping blood cave, he walked towards the north, the direction of Qingyunmen, unconsciously, it was noon, the sun was in the middle, it was very hot, he rushed for a long time, the mouth was quite **, saw a small tea stall on the side of the road, branched under a big tree on the side of the road, there were already five or six guests sitting in it, looking at the shade, he walked over, bought a bowl of tea to drink, and sat down to rest by the way.

Not to mention, the tea in this small tea stall is really cool and thirst-quenching, Zhang Xiaofan drank a bowl, and he was comfortable up and down, as if the day was not so hot, and he thought about it in his heart, seeing that the injuries on his body had been healed, he found a secluded place in the afternoon, and returned to Qingyun Mountain, he didn't know if the master would punish him, but he still had to go back.

Thinking about it, he naturally thought that he was about to be able to see his senior sister Tian Ling'er, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. At this moment, I heard the side of the road. A gentle voice came: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea." ”

A rare breeze blew through the afternoon. The branches and leaves on the big tree shook by the blow, and the sun was broken. Scattered to the ground. The owner of the tea stall in his fifties agreed, leaned over to pour the tea, Zhang Xiaofan inadvertently, looked at the past, and could not take it back.

A middle-aged scribe with thin eyebrows and a square face, his eyebrows look elegant, but his eyes are blazing and his forehead is full. But in this elegance has its own momentum of not being angry and mighty, wearing a Confucian robe, with a piece of light purple jade pendant pinned to the waist, exquisitely clear, faintly auspicious, at a glance you know that it is not ordinary.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was actually bowed by the demeanor of this middle-aged scribe, and only felt that he had walked in. Originally, five or six guests who were drinking tea at the tea stall together, including himself, were silently speechless, and were suppressed by this person's momentum.

Zhang Xiaofan retracted his gaze. But in his heart, he was slightly amazed, and at the same time, he was greatly heartbroken by the bearing of this middle-aged scribe, although he was not very handsome when he looked at this person. But this temperament that comes from the inside is really rare.

The scribe entered the tea stall. Take the tea handed by the boss and sit down casually. I began to taste the tea slowly. The guests who were still talking and laughing around were now silent, and the atmosphere in this tea stall was a little strange for a while, but only the middle-aged scribe was calm and calm, and he didn't notice the situation around him at all, and he was alone there drinking tea and resting.

After a while, the other guests either rested enough, or drank tea, checked out one by one, and left, the boss came to clean up the bowls, and under the big tree, only Zhang Xiaofan and the middle-aged scribe were left at this time.

After half a ring, the middle-aged scribe looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said, "May I ask the little brother's surname?"

The scribe read a sentence first: "Zhang Xiaofan," nodded his head, smiled slightly, and said, "My surname is Wan, and I am a cursive person." ”

He spoke to this scribe at this time, and somehow in his heart, he had a little respect for this person, and said respectfully at the moment: "Don't dare, in the next Zhang Xiaofan, may I ask what is the name of Mr.?"

"Ten thousand people!" Zhang Xiaofan read it in his heart, this name reads ordinary, but it makes people feel like a golden iron horse, Zhang Xiaofan can't help but look at him, these ten thousand people are gentle on their faces, but the power between the eyebrows seems to be natural, it is extremely heavy, with this name, there is a faint meaning of the king.

Zhang Xiaofan wanted to say something, but he found that the gaze of the ten thousand people suddenly became extremely deep, like an invincible black hole, staring at the place behind him.

Zhang Xiaofan looked back, and as a result, he saw a figure that he didn't want to see.

Blood refining is a big idea.

Although Zhang Xiaofan has gained a lot in the Dripping Blood Cave, and has also formed a confidant with Baguio, in fact, in the days in the Dripping Blood Cave, he did not feel the slightest pain, but felt extremely warm, therefore, Zhang Xiaofan at this time no longer hates Zhang Xiao, but it does not mean that Zhang Xiaofan wants to see Zhang Xiao again.

But things don't always follow people's thoughts, in order to welcome thousands of people, Zhang Xiao has been waiting here for a long time, and only appeared at this moment.

Ten thousand people only stared at Zhang Xiao's body for a short while, and his eyes quickly turned to the woman in black beside Zhang Xiao, and said with concern, "Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy, are you okay?"

Yu Ji replied with a complicated face, "Fortunately, Hall Master Zhang was polite to me, and even handed me the first volume of the Book of Heaven left behind by the Blood Refining Hall. ”

After hearing Zhang Xiao's words, Wan Xiang bowed his head slightly and said, "Hall Master Zhang, you not only handed over the Hehuan Bell to the little girl, but also passed down the first volume of the Book of Heaven. ”

After hearing the words of ten thousand people, Zhang Xiao's face was as usual, because he knew that one yard was one yard, and since he captured Baguio, this battle was inevitable, and Zhang Xiao was only worried about another thing.

"Sect Master Wan, have you brought the second volume of the Book of Heaven? Zhang Xiao replied in a slightly warm tone.

Ten thousand people took out an old leather scroll from his arms, and then handed it to Zhang Xiao's hand.

In the second volume of the Book of Heaven, Zhang Xiao carefully flipped through it, folded it up, stuffed it in his pocket, and said, "Just wait a while, I still have a little bit to do." ”

Let's say it, Zhang Xiao let go of the restraints on Youji, and then walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, who was sitting on the tea seat, looking a little helpless.

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth and asked, "Zhang Xiaofan, I don't know how many layers you have comprehended in the Book of Heaven?"

After hearing Zhang Xiao's words, Zhang Xiaofan's face changed, because he didn't want to answer this question, because he knew that if he rested the Demon Dao Demon Method, wouldn't he also become a Demon Dao demon?

But Zhang Xiao finally spoke, and said in a voice not much bigger than a mosquito, "I, I'm stupid, and I don't have more than three layers of comprehension. ”

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

Because his attainments in the Book of Heaven are only three layers. (To be continued......)