The owner of the Strange Flower Valley, who washed away the heavy white powder and his face was still extremely pale, restored the dress of an ordinary peasant, staggered across a river with a short beat of homespun cloth, and officially set foot on the road away from Taihang Mountain.

He walked in a hurry, as if something behind him was chasing him with fear.

It's a pity that at the front, someone is already waiting.

A handsome young man with a fan behind him, a team with a total of about thirty. The boy wears a brocade royal blue robe, and the rest are dressed in plain gray clothes.

The young man is the master, and the people in gray are all supplements, and the level is high and low, and the clear-eyed person can see it at a glance.

Sang Xingzi ran to the front and found that he hurriedly stopped, and in a pair of eyes that were still distinct, the eyes that were slightly red due to anxiety and anxiety radiated a hateful gaze.

He's going to rush!

Bee needles were clasped in both hands, and with a flip of the wrist, dense and dense flew out like rain.

The young man was not in a hurry, he had a long sword in his hand, and when he trembled, he conjured up countless sword flowers. Sang Xingzi's bee needles were blocked, and nothing was missed. After the young man finished his sword move, he sent his arm forward, and the sword that had been stained with "strange flowers and bones" turned into a giant hidden weapon and shot out.

Sang Xingzi is famous all over the world for his poisonous kung fu, but his kung fu of fighting with real knives and guns is ordinary.

The young man's sword came quickly. If you escape, you will definitely not be able to escape.

Sang Xingzi took out a pestle and medicinal iron pestle from his waist, bent his waist and covered his face and chest and abdomen in a panic. The young man's sword, touching his iron pestle, was like an aura at all, turning and flipping sideways, the blade was as sharp as snow, and Sang Xingzi's unkempt hair was cut off several strands.

The young man bullied closer, and the extra long sword moves in his hand could not be separated from Sang Xingzi's vital points: eyes, throat, heart, and lower abdomen - his sword made it really good. Sang Xingzi knew that even if he ran to the ends of the earth, he would not be able to find anyone else who could save him from this young man.

Of course, he can burn all the jade and stones, desperately be killed by the boy, and poison the boy.

However, Sang Xingzi is helpless and sad: the reputation of being a strange flower demon is not good, but life is still comfortable. As long as he completes the task given to him by the boy and returns to Huzhou Strange Flower Valley from Taihang Mountain, he is still the master of Strange Flower Valley at ease.

Sang Xingzi was forced to be really helpless, lying on the ground, and tame: "It's not that I deliberately want to break the contract. There are really powerful people who come to Taihang Mountain. The voice of "quack" was hoarse, so that people could not see the slightest pretense.

The young man taught the sword that didn't touch him to a gray-clothed man who followed later, so he turned around and said lightly: "Don't bully me, except for Young Master Ben, who is not afraid of your bee needle, the entire Taihang Mountain, is there anyone you Sang Xingzi can't handle?"

"Yes, indeed. Sang Xingzi raised his face and continued to show a look of fear, "There is a legend in the Poison Gate, and those who are annoyed by the green qi and can absorb all kinds of poisons and turn them into skills for their own use are the supreme of the Poison Gate." ”

"Oh?" the young man frowned slightly when he heard this.

Seeing that he was touched, Sang Xingzi hurriedly walked half a step on his knees, raised his head higher and said, "This is a rule among us that has been handed down from ancient times to the present. When you see the poison venerable, the poisoner must avoid it. Otherwise, His Holiness will become angry and turn the poison into a weapon to punish the villain. Although the villain's deeds are good, he has no ability to resist the Venerable Grandfather. As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Oh –

It's true that crocodiles also have tears when they cry, and all kinds of people in the world have all kinds of sad things.

The young man groaned slightly, and after a moment said, "Who is he, and what is his name?"

"You're asking—"

"The poison in your mouth!"

Sang Xingzi's fear deepened again, his body trembled like chaff, and he said after a while: "San Lang." I heard my fellow travelers call him 'Saburo'. ”

"Who's with you?"

Sang Xingzi said: "'Thirteen', from Yangzhou, is good at claw skills. ”

At the Huanggang Town Inn, Yin Shisan, who had rested for a day, pestered Xiao Sanlang and asked: "Sanlang, what do you mean, you are the first person in the poison gate." Look at it, you see, how poisonous is the red of the crane, you can transform it, and how poisonous the peacock gall is, you can also transform it. The strange flower bones of the Strange Flower Valley Lord can turn a live monkey into pus in the blink of an eye, and it will take you longer to treat me than the time for a monkey to turn into pus, as a result, but there is a hole rotten in the flesh. ”

Xiao Sanlang smiled slightly: "That also hurts." ”

"Compared to life, what is a big hole in the hole?"

Xiao Sanlang couldn't laugh or cry a little: "Then will you be a bad one?"

Yin Thirteen waved his hand again and again: "That's not possible." I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm afraid of death. Looking at Xiao Sanlang and said: "When I fought with you, what made me suddenly breathless was your 'moon dream lack' magic skill......, right?

Xiao Sanlang didn't care, and laughed: "Thirteen, you are a straightforward person, why are you suddenly unhappy!"

Yin 13 couldn't be excited, slapped the table and said, "This is what you asked me to say." The golden silk clothes and strange flowers turned into bones are poison, but in the end, those are all medicines practiced by Sang Xingzi, and they are dead things. San Lang, your dream of the moon is missing, it is a miracle, but it is also a poisonous skill. Methods like making me breathless are the same as being poisoned. ”

"That's not wrong at all, so I didn't tell you my name before, for fear you wouldn't like it. Xiao Saburo behaved elegantly, spoke out, and was polite.

Yin Shisan was choked, smacked his lips, and finally gave up the idea of attacking Xiao Sanlang.

Two people have breakfast in the lobby.

After breakfast, Yin 13 asked Xiao Sanlang: "You said that you came from Miaojiang, and when you came to this Taihang, where would you go soon?"

Xiao Saburo said: "I'm looking for someone, and before I find it, I can go anywhere." Look at Yin 13: "What about you? You passed by the grove like me yesterday, and you wanted to avenge the tragic death of the long-term dart master, and now you know who killed him, do you want to hunt him down today?"

Yin 13 thought for a while and said, "I can do this." But—"

Xiao Saburo waited for the second half of his words.

Old Yin Shisan's face turned red, although he was embarrassed, he still confessed: "I'm afraid that I don't have the ability to kill him." ”

When Xiao Saburo heard this, he immediately laughed "haha".

After all, they still made an appointment to chase the strange flower demon. Because Sang Xingzi mutilated innocents, whether it was out of chivalry, or there were rules in the poisonous sect not to kill innocents indiscriminately, the two of them had to be eliminated first and then quickly.

Starting from under the hundred-year-old locust tree, I followed the addict for a long time, and finally came to a river, and the addict turned in a circle and stopped moving forward.

Xiao Sanlang picked up the addict and put it away, and then sighed: "The addict is afraid of water, if Sang Xingzi crosses this river, it won't be able to catch up." “

Yin Shisan thought that Sang Xingzi recognized the "Moon Dream Lack" skill yesterday, "So, San Lang, you should tell me, your old bottom, does he already understand it?"

Xiao Saburo said, "Probably!"

That's why he came up with this way to hide from addicts. ”

Xiao Sanlang thought seriously and nodded: "Very likely." ”

What's next?

Xiao Saburo sat on a fallen tree and patiently watched Yin Shisan walk around in place. Yin 13 walked for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands and said happily: "I know, I know!"

Let's say that there is a mountain temple in the south of Huanggang Town, and in the afternoon, a group of thieves walked into the temple. They wore short clothes of different colors, and their swords, guns, and halberds were loose on their backs. After entering the temple, the three people sitting on the right side of the statue bowed casually and sang a promise. In the middle of one of the couples, the woman waved her hand and asked everyone to find a place to sit.

The bandits have been running around for most of the day, and this is the time to bury the pot and cook rice. Boiled a large pot of soybean stewed wild boar legs, fragrant, a group of people around the beans and grabbed the pork leg meat to gnaw. Among the people who looked like a couple, the woman said to the old man next to him who had snow-white hair and was over the age of six, "Uncle Tai, do you want to eat some too?"

Uncle Tai closed his eyes and didn't answer, and reached out to his waist and touched a blanket. There was fried rice in the blanket, and my uncle ate it.

The woman touched a soft nail and was unhappy. As if asking for something, she could only pout her lips and take the big bowl of blue flowers handed over by her husband, and she didn't eat it at all.

While eating, the woman asked her subordinates, "Still haven't you found out where Sang Xingzi is hiding?"

The subordinates said: "Sister-in-law, the forest is so big, it's hard to find." ”

The husband said: "Su Fang, the Lord of Qihua Valley is a dangerous person, if you want me to say, I will find it, and go to the field." I didn't find it, so that's best. ”

"You'd better be a fart!" the woman smacked at the family, and then scolded: "My Ban Sufang has poured blood mold for eight lifetimes to find you stupid fool. What kind of people to go, do you think I just went to the people field to find that Sang Xingzi? The Purple Gold Sword God was lost in Taihang Mountain, even if we don't stutter to find it, what do you think we will end up with in the past? On the rivers and lakes, who will recognize you Ding Chengsi, the successor of the Yin and Yang Clutch Sword, in the future? My Ban Sufang will also have no drama at all because of following you. ”

Ding Chengsi muttered, roughly meaning: "If there is no drama, there will be no drama for a long time......"

Ban Sufang was so angry that she kicked him in the ass.

There was a burst of neighing from outside the mountain temple. Ding Chengsi wanted to perform very much, so he jumped up in front of Ban Sufang. Ban Sufang slapped him on the shoulder, and Ding Chengsi got out of the way and let his wife go first.

The bandits followed behind the male and female heads of the house, and swarmed at the temple gate.

A fat man stumbled and crawled and rolled over from the outside: "The big boss, the second boss, the disaster is coming, the disaster is coming!"

Ban Sufang grabbed his clothes, made him stand still, and asked sharply, "What kind of disaster?"

"Xuanmen, Xuanmen, Xuanmen people......"

"Xuanmen!" Ban Sufang's face, which was used to being a thief, suddenly turned white. Look at the fat man again, on the arm of an ordinary person's thigh, the knife splits out the blood groove, and it opens as if a boss's mouth grows out of nothing. It is deep to the bone, and the blood is dripping.

Looking across the side, a dozen horses stopped, like a wall.