Faraway Wanderers

Qiye is in the restaurant, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and fiddles with a bunch of sticks on the table, his face is as if he is reliable.

With a little smile on his face, Dawu sat quietly opposite him, watching him entertain himself, and felt very calm and happy in his heart.

He only heard Qiye "snap", and said in his mouth, "This hexagram ... seems a little interesting."

The witch asked, "What?"

Qiye gave him a white look and said, "Don't you think I'm not sure?"

The big witch laughed: "When did I say that?"

Qiye calculated with his finger and said, "I was in Palm City ten years ago, and I showed you the palmistry, but your kid said that I was all nonsense, and I didn't touch it."

The big witch ’s eyes were bent, revealing a bit of nostalgic expression, softly said: “Yes, I remember, you said that the sky pattern of my main marriage is long and deep. I also said that my favorite person was also a loyal woman. I didn't believe it at the time, but then I looked at it, except that the 'woman' was biased.

Qiye frowned, his eyebrows trembled, as if he had avoided his eyes by looking down and drinking tea, and muttered in his mouth, "You boy, remember me clearly."

Wuxi laughed and asked, "Are you the owner of Zhou Zhuang, what do you say?"

Qiye paused, glanced at those sticks and swept again, and said, "Set aside and die, Guaxiang said ..."

He seemed to want to talk endlessly, but when he said that, his voice suddenly stopped, the smile on his face condensed, and he tilted his head to look downstairs. The big witch followed him, but a man came in by the door. .

The witch also frowned. The man ... seemed to have something inexplicable on his body. He had white hair, a epee on his body, and a small jar in his hand. The moment he entered the restaurant, in the restaurant The sparse Lara seemed to pause for a moment, and his eyes were all attracted to him.

The man seemed to feel something, looking up and facing the witch.

The big witch stared at him with a stun, and said to himself: "It's the ancient blade dragon back, this person ..."

The person who came was Ye Baiyi. He stepped forward and suddenly walked towards the two witches. He asked, "Is there a person named Zhou Su?"

Qiye looked at the man, his heart suddenly turned, and asked, "Are you ... Ye Baiyi?"

Ye Baiyi nodded, and sat down politely, saying, "I'm looking for Zhou Su."

Qiye said: "Zhou Xu chased the poisonous scorpion to Fengyashan. Brother Ye can wait here, or if there is anything, I can bring it."

Ye Baiyi looked at him up and down, thought about it, and asked, "You are the boy named Cao, who can heal Zhou Xiao's little ghost?"

Qiye pointed at Dawu and said, "It's him."

Ye Baiyi fell slightly on the witch with a bit of scrutiny, and the witch just looked at his white hair and said, "You are the true‘ liuhexin law '? ”

He turned around and saw Qi Ye's interesting appearance, and explained patiently: "People who have practiced the" Liuhe Xinfa "have only two ways, either to go into the fire or to the ultimate, which is the so-called heaven and earth. Unify without failing. "

Ye Baiyi sneered: "There is no unity of heaven and man in the world, and if people can't distinguish each other from heaven, they will be alive."

The big witch glanced at him and continued: "The Liuhe Xinfa has reached the top level. It can be said that it has the unique skill of the world, even immortality, but it also has a defect. It is no longer necessary to eat warm food, and to drink snow and water all day. Eat cold food. "

He said that Qiye's eyes fell on Ye Baiyi, who was very comfortable holding a cup, pouring himself a cup of hot tea, and slowly sending it to his mouth. The big witch looked at him and said, "Take your The skill should not be full of white hair, showing death, is it because of leaving Changming Mountain in an extremely cold place, eating and drinking ordinary people? "

Ye Baiyi stiffly touched the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Boy, when you live to my age, you will understand that living for a year and then dying is a little bit worse than being a living dead in that place. Centennial. "

The witch shook his head and said, "I live well and don't practice the living dead."

Ye Baiyi didn't care that he was rude, but just looked at the glass of water, as if looking through a long distance, his eyes flickered for a long time, and he said, "Many years ago, a friend of mine had gotten into trouble and I wanted to save He did n’t have the skill you have, only this way to go. After he was upset, he took his wife and accompanied me to live in the Changming Mountain, where there was a ruined temple. People under the mountain did n’t know it, and thought they lived there. You have a Taoist monk. "

He seemed to have said these words for too long. Even when he met two strangers who met each other, he couldn't help taking them out and thinking, if he didn't say it again, I wouldn't have a chance to say it in this life.

"My friend is dead-headed, but it's actually boring. The family of three dangled in front of me all day, and I still feel annoying-I taught his kid's kung fu, but I don't know when it will start. Fa was thinking. His mother wasn't a confused woman, but she was also a mother. "

When he said that, he shook his head sadly: "Don't even think about it, if it's a good thing, can I not give it to him? I think he is my own ..."

He couldn't say any more, just sighed.

The big witch replied: "Thirty years ago, Shanhe Ling appeared once. Are you Master Rong Xuan?"

"It's me." Ye Baiyi nodded. "Soon after I stayed down the mountain, I found Qin Huaizhang, the old owner of Sijizhuang, and pursued the kid's trail. But Sijizhuang's wings were limited and his ability was limited. Only the body of Rong Xuan was found, and the matter of the descendants of the five major families and Liulijia was faintly touched. Later, the visit was interrupted because of my friend, Evergreen ... He felt sorry for me and suddenly suffered the loss of his son. , Heart disease is difficult to heal ... people can't. "

Dawu nodded and said, "It was the senior Rong Changqing Rong." Then he turned to explain to Qiye, "Senior Rong was called" Ghost's Hand "at that time, and is a generation of master craftsmen. The soft swords of Zhou Zhuangzhu are from the hand of that senior. "

Ye Baiyi's face was still stiff, but a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and his fingers stroked the edge of the tea cup unconsciously, and said with a smile, "It's him. The soft sword of the boy named Zhou is actually a" nameless "sword. The sword has no name. My hand was changed to 'white clothes', but the kid didn't know the goods, I'm afraid I still don't know. "

Qiye suddenly asked: "In the years after the death of his predecessor, do you think Chengdu is opposite to Madam Rong?"

Ye Baiyi's smile suddenly became a bit bitter, and said, "But no, Evergreen is dead. I don't know why she still accompanies me, the old and immortal, in the place of the living coffin. She and I have nothing to say. Here, I practiced my skills. She lived her own life, and she nodded at first, a few words of humiliation, and later ... Then it was really relatively silent. I haven't said a word for more than a decade. "

Qiye gently beat on the tea cup with the stick of Gua and said nothing.

Ye Baiyi drank the hot tea with a sip, stood up, put the small jar on the table, and said, "I'm not going back. Since you are going to Changming Mountain with the boy named Zhou, you will help me Hyun and his wife took it back and let the family of four go by themselves. "

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away. Qiye suddenly stopped him and asked, "Brother Ye, have you let that person down all these years?"

Ye Baiyi turned his head, glanced at him, and said lightly, "Never picked it up, how about letting it go?" Yan Ba ​​carrying his epee and striding away-Changqing, I finally returned your son Here you are, reunite your family, and ask Dragonback to accompany me, the next life ... rivers and lakes will not see you anymore.

Come back, where do I go.

Besides, on the Wind Cliff Mountain, when everyone was doing their best, a group suddenly appeared, as if descending from the sky, headed by a young man wearing a satin cloth, followed by a group of black poisonous scorpions.

At this moment, the man with a scar on his face suddenly walked out, kneeling on one knee, and said to the scorpion, "Lord."

It's a pity Zhao Jing is dead at this time, otherwise I don't know what to do when I see this situation. Scorpion nodded, his eyes swept across the field, and he was content to find that his three customers, Zhao Jing, Sun Ding, and Lao Meng, died two and a half at the moment, leaving only Lao Meng with blood on his face and relief. He looked at him cheerfully.

The scorpion laughed coldly, and said queerly, "Heroes, heroes, don't come here."

The smile on Lao Meng's face froze suddenly, and he watched the scorpion wave his hand. The poisonous scorpions in black behind him rushed out and surrounded the whole place. Angrily said, "What does the scorpion master mean?"

The scorpion laughed: "Receive interest."

Then he laughed aloud, only to think that no one in the world is better than himself. Regardless of his factions, whether you live or die, he is still not applauded by himself.

He was so proud that one of the poisonous scorpions he brought was unheard of.

The day before Zhou Zishu set off, Zhou Zishu took a chance and made a poisonous scorpion next to the scorpion. He came with a Li Daitao. He also took a risk. Fortunately, this scorpion had too much desire to control. His People usually only say "yes". It was intended to be close to the scorpion, and then it would be cheaper to engage in, but who knows when he arrived in the field, he did a glance, but did not see the silhouette of Wen Kexing!

Zhou Zishu, like an invisible man, quietly mixed in the poisonous scorpion, searching around, and suddenly his eyes widened—after a boulder, a familiar figure was scanned at the corner of his eye. It was ... ... Gu Xiang?

Zhou Zishu quickly jumped into his heart, and flashed through all possible possibilities in his head. Why was Gu Xiang here and she was injured? Where did Wen Kexing go again?

He took a deep breath, forcibly pressed himself, pulled out of the crowd carefully, dived down to the boulder, slowly bent down, and stood for a while, then bent down, his fingers gently touched the girl's breath ——He knows that it doesn't make sense to do so, Gu Xiang's body is cold, and his face that can laugh can no longer be angry.

For a long while, Zhou Zishu straightened his waist, exhaled his chest tightly, and spit out the mask and Yirong on his face severely. He felt hell, where did Wen Kexing go?

At the same time, the scorpion was so proud of it that he couldn't help but hesitated. He also found that there was no Ghost Valley Master here.

The hanged ghost Xue Fang still can't appear in this field, and the ghost master hasn't seen the figure again—it's like a cloud covering the scorpion's head.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy, and the more he felt that the rest of the field were not worried, he called a poisonous scorpion, so he asked him to take someone to search for Fengyashan in person.

Those who he fears, if they do not watch them die in front of themselves, they will be troubled in their hearts.

Mo Huaiyang thought he had escaped. He ran for more than half an hour on Fengyashan before he could breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a sound of whispering movements in his ears. Mo Huayang suddenly looked up and was shocked. Take a big step backwards.

Wen Kexing was like a living prince, slowly walking out of the other end of the forest, holding a sword in his hand that he did not know from which dead person, and holding it with only one hand, dragging the sword's tip to the ground Come step by step.

Mouth said: "Mr. Mo, the trustee, I will take you on a journey, please."

Every time he took a step, the torn robe sleeves were dragged to the ground, leaving a thin trace of blood, and his walking posture was a bit strange. It seemed like he was dragging his body with half of his mobility, and a small wound on his face between words. Collapsed and bleed again, Wen Kexing gently licked the fallen blood and walked step by step.

Mo Huaiyang gritted his teeth-he knew that Wen Kexing was at the end of the crossbow. Ghost Valley Master, was it God? He was besieged by several masters for a few hours alone, and he hit the sword cut by Zhao Jinglin before his death. Others should have kicked their legs and closed their eyes. I don't believe what else he can do.

But even thinking about it, the calf was still a little trembling.

Wen Kexing tilted his head and laughed lightly. Mo Huaiyang suddenly roared, and the breeze sword in the hands of the heads of previous generations came out of the sheath, making a lifetime of extinction, and the sword was impervious to the air.

Wen Ke made a move, and his hand was not neat. This move was very stagnant. The broken sword in his hand was broken into pieces by the Qingfeng sword. Mo Huaiyang was so happy that he cut his arm against his lying sword. However, the person in front of him only left a residual image and suddenly disappeared.

Mo Huaiyang yelled badly, but the next moment, his neck suddenly became cold, and he froze.

A truncated sword on Wen Kexing's hand stuck to his throat, and his cold fingers seemed to touch his skin. Wen Kexing sighed and whispered, "I'm out of energy."

Then he sent his hand forward, and the blood on Mo Huaiyang's neck spurted far away. He twitched and fell to the ground, and his throat made a "chuckling" sound. Soon the blood was cleared and no one moved.

Wen Kexing seemed to be unable to stand anymore, hesitated, and sat down on the ground, thinking blankly in his heart. Sorry, Ah Xiang, it was so easy for this person to die.

Ah Xiang, such an annoying little girl ... For more than ten years without a sun, the only living thing around him was gone.

There were footsteps not far away, and only a familiar voice said, "No wonder I didn't see the owner of the valley. I was here to enjoy the coolness."

Wen Kexing felt that he should stand up, kill the man, and then survive, but he suddenly couldn't lift a little energy, but felt tired, turned his head sternly, and looked at the scorpion who smiled badly.

After 20 years of bearing humiliation, I want to do what I want to do now, so I am here to die?

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I thought it would be over ... Well, there is a chapter tomorrow ==