Heavenly Curse

At this moment, Mu Yi did have some regrets, but he did not regret the good things that disturbed Qu Yang, nor did he regret offending him, but regretting that he did not kill him at any cost last night.

According to the situation at that time, if he really spurred the copper lamp at any cost, plus the help of insects and insects on the side, at least 70% can be sure to kill Qu Yang, but then, Mu Yi just raised the wound I'm afraid it will be more serious.

And after killing Qu Yang, Li Xunzi may not appear again. In addition, the risk of beheading Qu Yang is too great. Therefore, Mu Yi did not choose this path in the end.

But now, he hates being able to return to last night.

It is a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. Even if Mu Yi regrets it at this moment, it will not help him. What he should consider now is how to get through the immediate difficulties.

He believes that the old yelling flower in front of him will not lie to him, that is, Qu Yang has really started to take action and let people spread the news.

On the rivers and lakes, the spread of news is always the fastest, especially the mysterious places such as the Yellow River Ancient Road, which naturally attract more attention.

Mu Yi believes that as long as he continues to appear on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that it will not take long for trouble to come to him unless he has the power of Bai Dicheng ’s overwhelming power or possesses the fearsomeness of Maoshan Dragon Tiger Background, otherwise those who rob the keys will not be scared at all.

Therefore, Mu Yi looked at the old Jiaohua and asked if he should hand over the keys.

"Why pay?" Unexpectedly, the old Jiaohua shook her head and asked back.

"Please also give pointers to seniors." Mu Yi said immediately, he believed that the other party found him, and said so much, it is certainly impossible to just mention him so simple.

Although Mu Yi is unwilling to speculate on others with the greatest malicious intent, he does not believe that a stranger will treat himself for no reason.

"If you have to give pointers, it is to find a place where no one knows you. From then on, you will be anonymous, and be a tortoise until you are strong enough." Lao Jiaohua said with a glance at Mu Yi.

"This little way can't be done." Mu Yi shook his head directly. He would rather not use the key or go incognito, because he has more important things to do, even than looking for the old way, the key, and the Yellow River. The old roads can be abandoned.

"That's not it. The chance of getting it has never been let out, otherwise you will have a second time. At the end you will find that your luck has been consumed. At that time, even if you want to compete , Has been disqualified. "Lao Jiaohua suddenly shook her head, a little more lonely expression.

"But even if there is something to fight for, it must have strength, otherwise it will be lost, what good is the chance?" Mu Yi asked.

"Well, don't continue to test my unpromising old shout. Although your strength can only be considered as average, you can only protect yourself. On the contrary, only continuous training can break through faster. As for whether this key is a blessing or a curse in your hands, it depends on whether you are fighting for it. Do n’t blame others when you are dead. It is your chance to be alive. As for me, I have a trust. ” Hua said she was serious in the end.

"Senior please also say." Mu Yi said.

"Be kind to that little girl, no matter what happens in the future, don't abandon her." Old Jiaohua said suddenly.

Hearing this, Mu Yi shook his body, and his eyes turned sharply, "Who the **** are you? How did you know the slave?"

"Is the little girl called a slave?" The old girl murmured to herself, but then continued: "I don't know this little girl, I just know this bamboo, 14 years, 14 years. what."

The old Jiaohua said a long sigh, and a look of remembrance appeared on her face, which seemed to be nostalgic and stunned, and her eyes were extremely complicated.

Mu Yi did not doubt the other's words, because the other party did not need to lie to him, and it was not even a craving for years bamboo, especially from his expression, he really knew this bamboo, maybe the world More than one year old bamboo, but it happens to be fourteen knots, and it happens to have a little girl, which is rare.

And since he is so sure, he must have his own method of identification.

"But the old man knew the slave's father?" Mu Yi immediately asked excitedly.

Although Niannuer does not necessarily have to look for the father he has never met, but if there is a chance, Mu Yi does not mind helping her find it, at least also ask what happened in the year and why did she stay alone To orphans and widows? And what kind of illness did Nianer have then? Actually, the medicinal stone is invalid, can only be transformed into a ghost, and can it survive with bamboo?

"Of course I know it." Lao Jiaohua did not deny it, but nodded his head directly. Then he looked at the years bamboo behind Mu Yi and said softly, "I not only know this little girl's father, but also this time bamboo It was also obtained with the help of me. I thought I would never see it again in my life. It would be so coincidental without coming out this time. "

"Can the predecessor tell who the slave's father is, and where is he now?" Mu Yi continued to ask.

"Little girl's father's last name is the only name, the only meaning in ancient and modern times, and also a strange person. Unfortunately, when he is not born, if he can be born 30 years earlier, I am afraid that the world today will be another situation." Old Jiaohua said unfortunately.

"Can the slave's father be alive now?" Mu Yi asked again.

"Dead, long dead." Lao Jiaohua said directly, even her voice was a little cold.

"Dead?" Mu Yi's expression froze. Although he had long thought that this might be the result, he was still disappointed when he heard it in person, but he secretly decided not to tell Nin slave about it. It's better not to know her than to make her sad.

Although Mu Yi didn't know what the old Jiaohua had to do with Nianer ’s father, at least he did n’t have any bad intentions to stop him here, and even mentioned him, otherwise Mu Yi rammed and waited for him Trouble has come to my door.

Although he can't change anything right now, he still has to face it. At least he is prepared to know who his enemies are. Although the other five keys are in the hands of the powerful forces of the famous side, Mu Yi does not think The other party will also come to snatch.

Because one key is enough. For them, it is enough to have the qualification to participate, instead of laboriously collecting all the keys. One is not necessary, and the other is the so-called balance.

Some things, although not explained, have a bottom line there, and no one will take the initiative to break.

Without the active participation of these major forces, at least Mu Yi has a chance to breathe, and the enemies that come are not so powerful that they cannot face them.

And just as the other party just said, stress is also the motivation, but also to hone yourself.

"Well, what should be said, what shouldn't be said, it's all done, this pot of dog meat is specially prepared for you, and a lot of good things are added to it, just to supplement you, I should go." Jiaohua patted her **** and stood up.

Even before Mu Yi reacted, she left with her hands behind her back.

"Senior, please tell me your taboo." Mu Yi cried suddenly, looking at the back of the old Jiaohua.

"Lao Jiao Hua is a beggar, how can there be any taboo, but if you can fall in love with a sword, look for me in the South China Sea. Lao Jiao Hua gives you a huge opportunity." In front of Mu Yi, there was only a cauldron still steaming.

The original aroma was no longer audible, and even Mu Yi could not detect hunger, but he still took out the dog meat in the cauldron and ate it. A large pot of dog meat quickly filled his stomach, His face flushed, and his head was steaming hot.

Finally, Mu Yi wiped his hands and stood up, his eyes have become extremely firm. Since it is inevitable, then he should face it. With his second difficulty and second step, plus copper lamps and years of bamboo No fear of challenge.

Then Mu Yi turned and left. He just kept everything in his heart just when Jiaohua just said.

Although he didn't know which city he fell in, he believed that he would one day reach it. Perhaps he would find him at that time, and he would be eligible to know his name. What is the relationship?

Since one is the only one from ancient times to the present, the other is not too bad. There is still a great opportunity that day, and Mu Yi is not consciously looking forward to it.

Of course, for him, that was a distant future. Now he needs to face the robbers who heard the wind, and in any case, the small village of Zengjiayi cannot continue to stay, otherwise it will only Bring disaster there, and even Zangjiayi will be affected. At that time, nobody watched Quyang for him.

Although he was anxious to kill Qu Yang immediately, Mu Yi forced himself to suppress the killing intention. At least it was not the time. When he found Li Xunzi and found the old way, there was naturally revenge and grudges.

Mu Yi never felt that he was such a generous person. On the contrary, his mind was small.

Because the direction of departure was different, Mu Yi did not know that on the bank of the Yellow River, there was an old barking flower standing there, and he did not know that in front of him, a younger priest was respectful. The young priest was exactly Maoshan contemporary world walking, the Minglong Road is long.

"Uncle, do you really think he can keep that key?" Ming Long asked, puzzled.

"How can you keep it, and how can you keep it? It's nothing more than a key, even if you enter the Yellow River Ancient Road? In the past, after all, it can still go against the sky?" Old Jiaohua still doesn't have much mastery. Even with the wind near the river, his hands were tied together.

There was a moment of silence in Changlong Road, and it seemed that he did not know how to answer.

"Xiao Minglong, do you say how many people are drowned in the Yellow River?" Old Jiaohua asked suddenly.

"Many," Ming Long said, nodding.

"No, not enough, far from enough." The old Jiaohua said softly, but the meaning in the words was even colder than the coldest cold wind in winter, and the head of Minglong Tao who stood in front of him couldn't help it. There was a cold war, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

(Third more, good night everyone!)