Alienated Martial Arts

At the corner of the inn's stairs, three people were going downstairs.

The young man walked in front, taking up most of the space in the middle.

Miss Sun and her brother followed behind.

The two of them kept their eyes on the young man for a moment.

An almost overflowing adoration.

One is worship mixed with a little fear.

Wei Tao stopped at the stairs, waiting for them to come down first.

"May I have your name?"

Unexpectedly, the young man walking in front suddenly stopped and asked condescendingly.

Wei Tao raised his head, and their eyes met in the void.

He didn't answer.

Because it felt a little strange for two strangers to ask their names when they came up.

Furthermore, the somewhat condescending attitude and tone of young people also makes people feel uncomfortable.

It was as if saying a word to him was an act of kindness.

The young man frowned and asked again, "I'm talking to you, what's your name?"

Wei Tao's mind turned and he said casually, "My surname is Yang, and my given name only has the character Jian."

"Yang Jian?"

The young man nodded slightly, "You are injured, but your foundation is not bad. You can be my attendant."

"It can be regarded as a blessing for you."

"I'm sorry, I'm used to being a loner."

Wei Tao was silent for a moment, with a slightly apologetic smile on his face, "So I can only refuse your kindness."

The young man narrowed his eyes and his smile gradually disappeared, "Do you know what kind of great opportunity you rejected?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know."

Wei Tao also suppressed his smile, "Whether you leave or not, I have to wait to go upstairs."

The young man said nothing more and went downstairs to leave.

He quickly left the inn and disappeared into the crowd.

Miss Sun passed by Wei Tao, snorted coldly and opened her mouth to speak.

When she met those bloodshot eyes, she shivered, as if she was enveloped in great fear, unable to even utter a word.

Wei Tao withdrew his gaze and quickly returned to the room.

He quickly picked up the salute, led the horse and left the town.

The young man walked slowly through the streets of the small town, looking at the somewhat dirty environment around him with a look of disgust on his face.

Beside him, Miss Sun's mouth was pouted, with an expression on the verge of tears.

"That man looked at me with such fierce eyes just now. If Lin Lang hadn't been there, I would have been a little afraid of him..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will kidnap you and make you Mrs. Yazhai, tearing your little figure into pieces?"

The young man smiled half-heartedly and gently squeezed his female companion's little hand.

He suddenly said again, "Uncle Meng, what do you think?"

An old man in black followed silently. Hearing this, he looked back at the inn.

“This person’s strength level is around Qi and Blood Level 4, but he’s a little bit interesting.

It's just that compared to Master Helin's talent and qualifications, he can only be regarded as average at best. "

After a pause, the old man continued, "But I only looked at it from a distance just now, so I couldn't be sure."

The young man passed by a porridge shop, glanced inside, and then turned away.

"He doesn't look too old, and he has practiced heretic residual techniques. He can still cultivate to the fourth level of Qi and Blood. He is even praised by Uncle Meng as a man of great character, which is quite rare."

"It's a pity that he is an idiot with no eyes. He refused my solicitation without asking."

The old man in black said, "That man rejected Master Lin's kindness. Do you want me to be my slave..."

"No, we're out and about. It's better to have one less thing to worry about than to do more."

"What's more, I'm not the eloquent Emperor of Zhou. Isn't it normal to be rejected?

But looking at the current situation in the world, even His Majesty the Emperor, who is sitting high on the throne, may not be able to order Jing to follow his words. "

The young man smiled and looked unconcerned.

"What the young master said is absolutely true."

Uncle Meng echoed, and the majestic aura he had just revealed quietly subsided, turning back into a low-browed servant.

Miss Sun followed the young man and listened to their conversation.

Thinking of those red eyes that frightened me again, I suddenly felt inexplicably angry.

She then interrupted and said, "Lin Lang, the accent of the man just now seems to be from Cangyuan."

"The strange thing is that I have never heard of such warriors inside and outside Cangyuan City before."

"I don't know what he means by appearing here and meeting us specially. Is there someone behind the scenes?"

"A warrior with blood level four or above, or someone with the accent of Cangyuan City?"

When the young man heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old man in black. His smile had disappeared.

"Uncle Meng, that man's tone of rejection made me uncomfortable. It also frightened my woman. My mood became bad this morning."

"So I still have to trouble Uncle Meng to chase him and try to persuade him. I also want to find out more about him along the way."

The old man in black robe said, "This person practices heretic and residual methods, and he has no foundation in the seven sects of the sect or the major martial arts sect..."

The young man nodded, his expression getting colder, "If you don't listen to the advice, Uncle Meng will interrogate and understand, and then beat him to death out of kindness, so that he will not have to endure the pain of his own injuries."

"Old slave, I understand."

The old man in black bowed slightly and left quietly.

The young man took his female companion's delicate hand and continued walking outside.

Miss Sun raised her head high and stared at the tall figure in front of her. Her eyes were as gentle as water, almost melting into him.

A small road outside the town.

A luxurious carriage was waiting there quietly.

The driver was a middle-aged woman who was honest, strong and expressionless.

She sat upright on the shaft of the carriage, closing her eyes and concentrating.

From time to time, a breeze blew by, blowing the golden bells on the four corners of the carriage, and they all jingled.

It was as if a brisk movement was playing on this early spring morning.

……………………

The harsh winter has passed and spring has arrived.

The withered and yellow weeds on the roadside have also begun to regain their green color.

It spread quickly, adding a lot of vitality to the earth where everything was suffocating.

Wei Tao rode his horse and could already see the outline of the majestic city in the distance.

At this moment, he pulled the reins and controlled the panting tall horse to turn down the official road.

Entered a trail heading south.

Taking a shortcut here can save at least a quarter of an hour compared to the official road.

And when you go out, you can go directly to the side gate into Nanchenggen, which saves even more time.

Wei Tao slowed down slightly and kept thinking in his mind.

"The three deacons of Qinglin Villa and a group of Taoist soldiers are missing. Sooner or later, the news will eventually reach the inner gate of Yuanyi.

Although I have properly disposed of all the corpses, I cannot relax my vigilance and just think that I can rest easy. "

“After you go back, you must not make a big fuss. It’s best to get your things and leave immediately.

Hide nearby for a while, use the remaining Blood Jade Pill to heal your injuries, and then consider what to do next. "

Suddenly, Wei Tao suddenly reined in the reins.

On the left side of the road ahead, an old man in black robe stands with his hands behind his back.

It seems like I have been standing here for a long time.

Just waiting for his arrival.

The two looked at each other at the same time, their eyes touching each other in the void.

After a while, Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"The old gentleman stopped, could he be waiting for me?"

The old man in black robe smiled and shook his head, "I was not waiting for you, but I just caught up with you from the town."

"We don't know each other, why are you chasing me?" he asked confused.

"You rejected my young master's kindness, so I came here to persuade you. It's best to change your mind."

"What can I do if I don't change?" Wei Tao frowned slightly.

"If you don't change it, I will help you change it."

The old man in black robe closed his eyes and slowly opened them again after a moment.

A strange hazy light shone in the depths of a pair of eyes.

Wei Tao stared into his eyes.

It feels like staring into two bottomless pools.

He wanted to look away, but was inexplicably attracted to him.

Ding dong!

Jingle, jingle, jingle!

A golden bell quietly appeared in the old man's hand.

Every time it is shaken, it makes a crisp sound.

He couldn't help but feel shaken, unable to control himself.

"I am doing it for your own good. After all, you only live once. If you insist on rejecting the young master, the only way left is death. So it is best to go back with me and join the young master..."

The old man sighed softly and walked slowly forward.

He is smiling and charming.

Although he didn't speak fast and his voice wasn't loud.

But with those twinkling eyes and the clear ringtone that rings from time to time, it becomes completely different.

Falling in Wei Tao's ears, it suddenly became layer upon layer, like a note of vitality that shook his spirit.

It gave him a splitting headache and nausea.

The blood between his mouth and nose was like an open faucet, flowing down uncontrollably.

Wei Tao tried his best to activate his energy and blood, looking for an opportunity to take action.

His current physical condition is very poor, so he can only hope that an explosion at any cost can repel the black-robed old man and give him a chance to escape.

But the demonic sound in his ears was getting stronger and stronger, reaching the point where he couldn't bear it.

It even elicited a sharp and twisted female laugh.

It rang out from behind, left and behind him at the same time.

It was even more unbearable than the demonic sound filling my ears.

The old man in black robe stopped a few meters away.

Smiling and calm expression.

Only the center of his eyebrows is as red as blood, and his eyes are shining.

It reflected Wei Tao's face, which was twisted in pain and covered in blood.

"You are quite determined, but it's a pity that you met me."

"I really want to know how long you can persist under the demonic sound of the Tongyou, which I'm exerting my full strength on."

The old man in black robe sighed quietly, "If you persist, you will only turn yourself into a dull, boring fool who can only obey."

"But even if you are a fool, it would be better to die here than to die on the spot."

"This can be regarded as a battle without bloodshed, and this boring battle can be ended."

He shook the golden bell and took another step forward.

At this moment, a high-pitched laughter sounded without warning.

lingering in the ears of the old man in black robe.

It also frightened him, and his expression suddenly changed.

Click!

The golden bell split in two.

The old man suddenly became stunned.

"Sun, Sun..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Dark red blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and his face looked like a ghost, ferocious and terrifying.

The look in Wei Tao's eyes also showed a bit of fear and confusion.

"You are all forcing me."

"They're all forcing me!"

The demonic sound fills my ears, and I laugh again and again.

An unknown anger suddenly rose.

The pain that kept burning at Wei Tao's heart was even more unbearable than the pain on his body.

Snapped!

The heartstrings were stretched to the extreme, as if a thread had suddenly been broken.

His eyes were ferocious, his expression was twisted, and he roared.

"Deacon Yuanyi, you bastard, you all deserve to die!"

"No one is missing, you all deserve to die!"

boom!

He stepped forward and stepped on the ground, his figure skyrocketed, and his two lotuses shot forward without hesitation.

boom!

Two ferocious palms larger than cattail fans tore through the air and trapped the old man's head in black robes.

In his frightened, stunned and disbelieving eyes.

The black and red palms closed tightly inwards.

It exploded with a muffled bang.

It's like squeezing a watermelon.

Bone, flesh, and blood sprayed in all directions, covering a large area of ​​the ground in an instant.

Soon after.

Wei Tao kneaded the center of his eyebrows, which were swelling and painful as if they were exploding. He took out a few things from the old man's body, and then cut up the headless body and disposed of it cleanly.

He lowered his head and spit blood.

"I thought it could be so powerful, but this is what happened?"

"You can flatten something with just one slap. Who gave you the courage to run in front of me and seek death?"

He staggered towards the horse that was watching curiously not far away.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

With a gloomy expression and cold eyes, he turned his head to look in the direction of the town.