Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

Qingli woman felt guilty, even if Fan Yunmo intended to explain, it would only increase her

guilt

Knowing that he couldn't say it clearly, Fan Yunmo could only ask her the original question: "I want to know some news about the red ink girl."

She looked at Fan Yunmo's strange expression, but still answered truthfully: "The red ink girl has been wandering around the secret realm since she was born, carrying a series of heavy treasures, making people look at the tiger, and even been chased and killed by two silver-level catchers before............."After

listening to her narration, Fan Yunmo touched his chin and fell into a brief contemplation, saying to himself: "Is it in Xuanzhou..."

The nine heavens and ten lands of the world are divided into: "heaven and earth Xuanhuang, universe wilderness" a total of eight states, and Yunling Sect and Yumiao Sect are located in the Tianzhou of the leader, as for Xuanzhou, it is the place where the Sword Sect is located, and it is also the most sacred holy place for sword cultivators.

Looking at Fan Yunmo, who had no other questions to ask, the woman's good-looking Dai eyebrows frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask out loud: "Don't you ask some other meaningful news?" As

an employee of the Killing Hall, how to say that she has more information in her hands than others, and it is certain, and as a result, Fan Yunmo asked a simple question, which inevitably made her feel insulting.

Fan Yunmo was confused: "What is meaningful news?"

"Such as... When was the secret realm of a certain place born, or the opening time of the inheritance of a certain place, the hobby of a certain fairy.......... or something like that. "

A certain fairy hobby?

Fan Yunmo frowned and spread his hands and said, "No need, it doesn't make sense to me. The

little fox "chirped" echoed, standing proudly on his shoulders and crossing his waist, I don't know whether to agree or deny, but the petite and delicate appearance provoked the woman's love, and even touched it.

Obtaining the news of suspected "Yan Xueli" from the newcomer woman of the Killing Hall, Fan Yunmo did not prostitute in vain, but chose to give her a Qiankun bag containing a hundred spirit stones as a reward, after all, one yard to one yard, two two do not owe each other, in order to completely end the invisible and shadowless cause and effect between them.

The cause of the day, the effect of today.

The most taboo thing for truth practitioners is cause and effect, and everyone is suffering from the causes brought about by self-choice, and finally get the result with their hearts.

Whether it is a bad or a good result depends entirely on the cause of the individual.

"This... Little friend, are you sure you didn't give a mistake?

"Naturally, yes, is there a problem?"

The woman said in disgust, "Why didn't you say earlier that you could give me a hundred spirit stones." "

If she had known that Fan Yunmo was a wealthy family of the Immortal Family, how could she not know how to talk about him, so that she felt so guilty now; However, after seeing Fan Yunmo lightly give her a hundred spirit stones, there was not much guilt left in her heart in an instant, but a deep envy and jealousy.

"Said." Fan Yunmo said, "I have raised a finger to indicate that I am willing to produce a hundred spirit stones.

"I thought you meant a spirit stone..." The

two were silent for a long time at the same time, one because poverty limited her imagination, the other thinking that he had insulted her personality.

In the end, the woman suddenly sighed lightly, and took the lead in speaking: "My name is No. 8, if you need any news in the future, you can come to the Killing Hall to find me, don't waste these spirit stones in vain."

Fan Yunmo subconsciously complained: "Technician No. 8?

She wondered: "What technician number eight?"

"No, nothing." Fan Yunmo scratched his head and smiled: "If you don't need news, my senior sister has a strong ability to collect news, so I won't trouble you sister No. 8."

He glanced up at the sky that was about to get dark, realized that the time was not early, and said goodbye to No. 8 with a fist: "Go first Sister No. 8, see you later." "

Eh! It's getting late, do you want to walk at night!?

No. 8 stretched out his hand to try to keep him, after all, the sky was gradually getting dark, leaving a child alone outside, which inevitably made her a little worried, but Fan Yunmo obviously had no intention of stopping, turned around and waved at her, and replied loudly: "It's okay, I'm very strong!" The

sunset gradually lengthened his shadow, and No. 8 looked at Fan Yunmo, who was free and drifting away, and couldn't help but secretly envy in his heart.

She is also an orphan and once fantasized about living a life of escape.

It's a pity that he didn't have the same luck as Fan Yunmo, he grew up in the Killing Hall since he was a child, and everything he had belonged to the Killing Hall, just like a cage imprisoning a bird's life.

But the Killing Hall has the grace of nurturing her, as well as the love of teaching, and she must be loyal and filial to her in both sense, without complaint or regret, because if there is no Killing Hall, she would not have her current self, otherwise she would have died on the side of the street long ago, and it was the Killing Hall that gave her hope to live.

"What a fun kid." Number Eight slowly withdrew his hand and smiled gently.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that she would think her name was strange and blurt out, but Fan Yunmo did not, and even left in a hurry, obviously there was someone worthy of his desperate search.

However, the nickname "technician number eight" made her a little concerned, and it sounded inexplicably like an errand.

"Red ink girl?" No. 8's face was filled with a little yearning, and he shook his head and muttered: "I think that girl is very important to him..."

The white horse passed the gap and passed away in three days.

The long road is long, only the fox is the company.

Fan Yunmo did not trek all the way through the mountains and rivers, after all, only cultivators who were not good at the Dao and could not use the sword would be forced to choose to hike, and as a cultivator of the Heavenly Spring Realm, he naturally chose the imperial sword to fly all the way.

Perhaps because he is not the protagonist, there are only a few cultivators who covet him all the way, and even the Dao practice is extremely shallow, only the realm of three or four layers of the human network realm, and Fan Yunmo took it away without saying a word.

At this time, a dense bamboo forest.

Yin Hong's blood spread on the ground and watered the green bamboo, and the smell of blood suddenly pervaded, and Fan Yunmo gasped roughly, holding Mo Li Sword silently, and the trembling from the soul made him know that he was sad about the cheapness of life.

Dying under Fan Yunmo's sword was a gorgeous female cultivator.

He did not choose to pity Xiang Xiang Yu, but directly sealed his throat with a sword.

The moment she ambushed herself, she was already fated.

It is clear that the two of them have no grievances and no hatred, and even Fan Yunmo greeted her in a friendly way, but because she saw her ring, she lost her life because of her greed, and he didn't know what to say better, looking at the third person who died under his sword, it was more or less difficult to calm the mood of killing.

Fan Yunmo's mind stabilized for a long time, lightly exhaled a heavy turbid breath, and then squatted down and began to rummage through the corpse, and the little fox on the side immediately covered his eyes and did not dare to look more, as if he was doing something indescribable.

"Little fox, what are you doing?"

"Chirp"

The little fox peeked through the gap

"You..." Fan Yunmo looked at him strangely and covered his eyes, and said slightly dissatisfied, "You shouldn't think that I will do something to a female corpse, right?" "

Tweet?" (Isn't it?)

He covered his eyes again.

"You!" Fan Yun Moqi did not hit a place, and he was angry: "How can you have such an idea of thinking wrong." Anyone

who looked at him speechlessly, although his hands were indeed groping on the female corpse, but it was also a last resort, who let a little fox eat so much, his pocket money had long been gone for a few days, and he could only do it himself in the wild, and he had enough food and clothing.

Soon, he found the Qiankun bag on the female cultivator's body, even if there were not many things inside, but the ordinary money in the Qiankun bag could support the expenses of the two of them for at least a few days.

Qiankun bag is a family possession for a casual practitioner, which can be stored and taken out at will without dripping blood to recognize the Lord, which is affordable and convenient, and is a necessary magic weapon for casual cultivation; As for the ring, it is an unimaginable magic weapon for scattered cultivators, not only is it extremely private, but even the security is extremely high, as long as the original owner is not dead, otherwise it is impossible to take out any items from it, unless a person's spirit is in the sky, without erasing the mark of recognizing the Lord, it is just an ordinary ring.

"Okay, put your hands down, you stupid fox."

"Tweet!"

The little fox protested, in order to prove that he was not stupid, he also deliberately got into the sleeve of the female corpse, and after a crackling crash, he saw that he rummaged out a lot of gold and silver jewelry and dragged it out.

His heterochromatic eyes were like the stars of the night, looking straight at him, and the fox's tail dangling, as if waiting for his praise.

"This..." Seeing this, Fan Yunmo sighed and praised: "Okay, you are smart and clever." Hearing

this, the little fox who knew human nature and possessed wisdom stood proudly, crossed his waist with his hands, and whispered, his relatively round belly was like a leather ball, and those who didn't know thought it was a pig.

Fan Yunmo stretched out a finger and poked his round belly, and suddenly the ball bumped up and down: "Recently, did you raise you too white and fat, I heard that foxes are too fat is not good, is it better to let you lose weight." The

little fox's head shook like a rattle, indicating refusal.

He climbed onto Fan Yunmo's shoulders with difficulty, the heavy feeling pressed on his shoulders, and the balance was not very comfortable, but the little fox rubbed his face coquettishly, unwilling to reduce food.

Fan Yunmo cried and laughed: "Okay, okay, don't be so fat that you can't walk at that time, don't rely on me every time." The

little fox "chirped" twice, reassuring him.

Fan Yunmo shook his head helplessly, did not take many tubes, but took out a small bottle of blue and white porcelain from the Na ring, dripped a drop of silver unknown solution, when it fell on the corpse, after a while, the female corpse melted into a pool of blood like ice cubes in heat, and even the clothes were without a trace, absorbed by the earth.

The name of this place is "Corpse Water", which was a gift that Yun Yun had given him a long time ago, in case this happened now, what to do with it.

Fan Yunmo never thought that he would be useful to this one day.

After dealing with it, he took the little fox and continued on his way.

..........

The sun and the moon alternate, day after day.

Four days later, he finally arrived in Xuanzhou.

Originally, Fan Yunmo planned to go to the Dapu Temple in Dizhou first, after all, the two states are adjacent to each other, which is more convenient, instead of crossing half of the two states a week later, and came to the location of the Sword Sect: Xuanzhou.

The Xuanzhou Sword Sect is a holy place in the hearts of all sword cultivators, so the basic standard match of cultivators in Xuanzhou is the white-clothed fairy sword, and Fan Yunmo, who is also a match, felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly had the idea of wanting to change his style.

Desolate place, desert smoke.

A tea stall attracted Fan Yunmo's attention, and he wanted to rest and drink tea to moisten his throat, but he happened to hear the monk on the side talking:

"Have you heard?" The red ink girl was chased and killed by more than a dozen silver-level catchers in the Killing Hall, and he thought that he had run out of oil and led all of them to a place of right and wrong. He paused for a few breaths here, then slapped his thigh excitedly, and said mysteriously: "Guess what? That red ink girl actually killed those dozen silver-level catchers one by one, and only one fish escaped! It's really a hero in the middle of the woman.

After listening to his words, the companion didn't quite believe it, and slowly said: "Isn't this too exaggerated, the red ink girl was already seriously injured, how could it be possible to kill those dozen silver-level catchers, I'm afraid they have already killed the red ink girl, and then when the stolen treasure was divided, there was a dispute and a big fight, and finally only one person lived alone, in order to cover people's ears and ears came out such a rumor."

"You seem to have some point."

Fan Yunmo at the next table listened silently with his ears up, and finally couldn't help but ask them: "Excuse me two senior brothers, where is the place of none?" In Xiafan Yunmo, who had just arrived here from Tianzhou, he was a bronze-level catcher in the Killing Hall, and he was not familiar with life, and he wanted to try his luck in that place of right and wrong.

They looked at the younger Fan Yunmo and kindly discouraged a few words, but seeing that he insisted, they told him.

"If you walk more than thousands of miles to the south, you will see the Yin Valley, as long as you walk with the fog in the valley, you can find a cave, and hear where the red ink girl killed a dozen silver-level catchers."

Fan Yunmo's eyes lit up, and he hugged his fist and thanked him.

Another person was still kindly persuading: "Little friend, I see that you are still young, don't lose your life for the sake of impulse." As the saying goes, it is difficult to change a life, if the enemy is not enough, run quickly, and leave the green mountain without fear of no firewood.

Fan Yunmo chuckled and responded, "Nothing, can be defeated, even if the enemy can't, she doesn't dare to take me."

After that, he left with the little fox imperial sword that was still licking tea on the table, leaving some Qian Liang and the little fox's unfinished tea on the table.

When Fang Cai's two scattered cultivators saw Fan Yunmo Royal Sword leaving, they immediately looked at each other, and even rubbed their eyes in doubt.

"Am I blinded, how did I see that young man just now left directly with his sword?"

"No, you're not dazzled, I've seen it too." He did not calmly look at the Qiankun bag with dozens of good spirit stones on their table, the tea was not drunk, but he shook out an empty cup of tea, drank a lonely, and said: "I felt familiar when I heard the name, now think about it, isn't it the demon genius of the Yunling Sect, the first sect of Tianzhou, Fan Yunmo." At

this time, the two of them did not speak to each other tacitly, only sighing at Fan Yunmo's wealth, and at the same time feeling caught off guard by the sudden opportunity..........