When I woke up, there was no village in front of me, and there was no white-clothed holy envoy. There is only one mountain road that spreads to the middle of nowhere. The craggy boulders hang in the air, and the cliffs are at the feet. There is no more verdant color, and as far as the eye can see, there is only gray-black and cold rock. Ling Yuansheng and Shen Yanfei leaned against the stone wall on the mountain road, panting like cows. Xie Junhe touched the head that he subconsciously remembered being smashed, there was black blood clotting, sat up and scolded "womb".

"Is this still a? Old Man Qin didn't dare to single out Jiang Shaoyun, you Xie Junhe dared to pick three in the encirclement, and you could still stay alive!hehe!" Shen Yanfei saw that he was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief, and began to tease him again.

Xie Junhe was in no mood to laugh: "What trick did Jiang Shaoyun make just now?"

Shen Yanfei smiled weirdly: "The Iron Dust Jue has finally fallen into the clutches of the devil." ”

Xie Junhe was puzzled: "What iron dust trick?"

"Kill against the sky, shatter the blade and turn into dust. Not a human art. Shen Yanfei said in a deep voice, "It's a fluke to live today." ”

Xie Junhe was even more puzzled: "Why are you here? What do you have to do with Beacon Ridge?"

As soon as Shen Yanfei raised his eyes, he immediately changed to a lazy smile: "When your head was in the Qi family, I discussed a few words with him, and listened to the meaning of his words, Leng Fengyi should be here, and Qi Dashao couldn't find anyone on the north bank, so I took people to Fenghuo Ridge to try their luck." My men have now retreated to the front ferry. ”

"I don't think you're here to find Leng Fengyi!" Xie Junhe said politely.

"Believe it or not, there is only one way to meet my men at the ferry. No other way. ”

"That's not right!" Xie Junhe said stubbornly, "I clearly heard the chant of the long river! Where is the old man?"

Shen Yanfei didn't answer, and Ling Yuansheng simply turned his head.

"Could it be that he ......" Xie Junhe felt a pang of fear in his heart. Chu Tiankuo's piano sound attracted Jiang Shaoyun and others to attack him. How to get out of this? Xie Junhe immediately took the sword and turned back, one more person, at least one more answer!

"No!" Ling Yuansheng stopped him with an arrow step.

Xie Junhe smiled bitterly: "Afraid that I will drag you down?" Shen Yanfei, you can take your people and leave first. ”

"You don't have to go. Shen Yanfei said in a low voice, "You should know that we can get out because of the old-timers." But if you turn around and go back, and don't say anything about the hard work of the old seniors, who should the head of Chu rely on to get out of danger?"

At the mention of Chu Tao, Xie Junhe's heart was immediately touched. But he only thought about it for a moment, and then said sonorously: "That's a good point, but I can't be so cold-hearted and cold-blooded like you!"

Shen Yanfei smiled: "If you are bent on death, I have no objection." ”

Xie Junhe looked down and saw the old man's wine gourd on his waist. He remembered the inscription on the wine gourd: "Drunk and sparse and singing all over the place, floating clouds and sails hanging." No sword, no roots, no dust, with the wind and with the fate. ”

I can't take a step, I don't know why. Anyway, it wasn't because Ling Yuansheng's strong body blocked his way. Isn't this guy not addicted to revenge, and he still wants to be beaten by fat?

"Calm down. He commanded himself. Maybe in the past, he punched this man in the face earlier.

Ling Yuansheng's rough voice was half a little honest: "The old man said, if you have a fate, this gourd will be given to you as a souvenir." There are also two sentences: When you meet in Pingshui, you don't have to worry about it. The day when Jiang Shaoyun ran rampant in the rivers and lakes and had no scruples, it was the time when Chu Tiankuo died. ”

Xie Junhe suddenly staggered, and the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily - he understood the meaning of the words.