Too Reckless

Qiu Tao and Niu Niu's mother are both alive, and they are still together, which is actually a bit abrupt and cliché, and it should not be written like this normally.

But A Guan has always tried to avoid the tragedy of yin and yang separation and loneliness in his writing. The same is true for the supporting roles. In the last book, even the 18th-line supporting roles Gui Niangniang and Jiujie Niangniang found a support, only Li Han's life suffered. lifetime.

This book is a fairy tale, and if it can be rounded, it will be rounded. Even the protagonist's parents, brothers, relatives and friends are built in it.

In fact, if it is too perfect and comfortable, it will lack realism and make it difficult for readers to leave an impression. However, appropriate tragedies of supporting roles can mobilize emotions and let readers remember many years of regret and pity.

But if Ah Guan uses this method to make readers remember this book, it would be better for everyone to read it in a calm, undisturbed manner, then forget about the book, and treat it as a not-so-funny joke , so even if no one remembers, at least the characters in the book are happy.

In this book, everyone can see that A Guan's writing is not smooth. Shizi can write up to 20,000 words a day, and normally it is 10,000. Because of the smooth writing, it only takes ten hours. Writing this book for twelve hours a day takes far more time and effort than the previous two books, with only six or seven thousand words being written. . .

Insomnia seems to ordinary people, just writing words when awake, but coding is not a physical task, you need to use your brain, without sufficient energy to support, you can't hold back anything. This feeling is not difficult for writers to understand, and it can kill people.

However, Ah Guan didn't perfunctory, he has been trying his best to write the plot well, and it's too bad to write well.

Human beings have ups and downs, and the temporary downturn doesn't explain much. I hope that the next book will find its own position, regroup and continue to try to slaughter the gods.

It's a bit too much to say, and it's not organized. When you think of where it is, it's better to code quietly.

Thank you for your continuous support, Ah Guan is here to thank or2!

Coming down from the second floor, the five Jianghu guests were still pushing cups and changing cups in the lobby.

They were all people in their dreams, and there was no need to investigate their background identities. Zuo Lingquan didn't pay much attention. After inquiring about the place with the inn clerk, he went out.

Zuo Lingquan didn't know the name of this town, but sometimes he could see Jianghu people passing by with swords. There is a shop.

Zuo Lingquan came to the tailor's shop and picked out ready-to-wear garments that fit. The tailor of the shop was an old woman, maybe because he felt that he was young and had time to thread, he said:

"When you enter the arena, there is no turning back. I've seen a little baby like you a lot, and in a moment of blood, I raised a knife and went out the door..."

Zuo Lingquan estimated that this old tailor was actually a female cultivator who took the path of refining. Hearing these words of great enlightenment, the tribulation of the world must be over, and he responded with a smile:

"I know the old lady."

The old tailor shook his head and sighed: "If you know, go home early. This place is not peaceful. Look outside, there are always knives coming and going. If there is a fight, the sword has no eyes, and it will not be easy to leave."

Zuo Lingquan knew that this place was right and wrong, but he was not afraid of death in this place, and naturally had no sense of crisis. After he nodded his thanks, he returned to the inn with two sets of clothes.

Just entered the room recklessly and saw some unforgettable scenes, Zuo Lingquan's heart naturally couldn't be without the slightest turbulence.

Zuo Lingquan is very clear about the question of id and ego - what he saw is similar to Miss Qiu's selfie without clothes, which has been slightly edited, although he did not see the body of Miss Qiu. , But saying I didn't read it would be deceiving myself, um... It's about 'seeing half of it', somewhere between watching and not watching.

Zuo Lingquan deliberately stepped up his steps in order to prevent encountering Miss Qiu's beauty out of the bath again. After reaching the door, he raised his hand and knocked:

dong dong——

"come in."

The house responded quickly.

Zuo Lingquan pushed open the door, looked up and saw that the wet skirt was hanging on the screen, and the bathtub was still steaming.

There was a pair of embroidered shoes on the side of the board bed against the wall. The petite Gugua, who was all huddled under the quilt, wrapped himself up like a caterpillar, only showing his face outside.

After taking a hot bath and eating again, Miss Qiu's face was much rosier, her skin was tender and dripping with water, but her expression was tight, and she was probably still brooding about the loss she had just suffered.

Zuo Lingquan closed the door with his backhand and walked to the bed with his clothes in hand. He just took two steps when he heard:

"Don't move, just put it on the table."

"I put it on the table, can't you get up and get it?"

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were a little helpless. He didn't even look at Miss Qiu, who was definitely naked. He put his clothes next to the pillow and walked towards the screen.

Miss Qiu actually wanted Zuo Lingquan to go out and wait, but Zuo Lingquan was soaked all over.

She hesitated for a while, but stuck out her fair arm from under the quilt, pulled the clothes in, and was about to put it on, but found that Zuo Lingquan started to unbutton her belt.

"Eh? You... don't you change the water, I just washed it, it's not clean."

Zuo Lingquan almost said, "I'm fine with this", but Miss Qiu is not Jiang Yi after all, so he said seriously:

"It's just a dream, this water is all imagined, there is no way to say that it is not clean."

Miss Qiu thought about it too. Anyway, she was very clean and didn't get the water dirty, so I won't say more.

Zuo Lingquan untied the sackcloth and sackcloth, and looked down—oh, poor underwear can't even wear it...

"Ugh……"

Zuo Lingquan was a little speechless, put his clothes on the screen, stepped into the fragrant bathtub, soaked in warm water, and felt that the discomfort all over his body dissipated cleanly.

This bubble is half an hour.

After washing for so long, it's not that Zuo Lingquan is greedy for Gugua's bath water, but that the details of the dream are in place.

He is a one-time poor boy who is a one-time poor boy. He can't even wear clothes, and his body is definitely not clean. He rubbed off a layer of skin, and then he regained his original skin color.

As for Miss Qiu outside, after putting on her clothes, she was afraid that Zuo Lingquan would misunderstand her peeking, so she lay in the bed and didn't get up; after lying down for a long time, she slowly closed her eyes when she felt sleepy.

Zuo Lingquan put on a slightly loose gray robe and came out. He saw Miss Qiu huddled in the bed and fell asleep, and he didn't wake her up. He emptied the water first, and then asked the inn clerk to ask for some food to fill up. A slightly hungry stomach.

After drinking and eating, he should have been thinking about lust, but no matter how thick Zuo Lingquan's skin was, he couldn't find a reason to burrow into Guagua's quilt, and finally he laid down on the table and rested on his own.

rustling --

It was drizzling outside the window, and the two of them stayed in the room to rest, and the light dimmed unconsciously...

----

Tread-

The iron hoof stepped over the old blue bricks, and a team of more than ten people quietly appeared at the town entrance in the night rain.

The leader of the middle-aged man with a gun, named Fu Song, is quite famous in this area of ​​​​the rivers and lakes.

But the years of love in the dream are a big dream after all, and Fu Song himself didn't take it seriously, so there is no need to repeat it.

Like Zuo Lingquan, Fu Song is an entrant who retains memories.

Dreamer, but the difference is that Fu Song plays the role of 'catfish', or 'tooer', responsible for stirring up this river and lake, so that Huangliangfudi will not become a stagnant water.

Fu Song himself is the little elder of the Temple of the Superintendent.

To put it simply, to see who has a future, they will kill their parents and brothers, put the blame on another good seedling, provoke blood feuds, and stimulate their potential by raising gu; When threatened, he used to help resolve it, so as to avoid troublesome situations, such as Xun Fu.

Xun Fu's death was too sudden, and Fu Song had no room to operate. Naturally, this responsibility did not rest on his head. He came here for another serious business.

The rivers and lakes in the blessed land of Huangliang are like a field of chives. The newcomers come in waves, the old people leave in waves, and even the 'VIPs' are no exception; but there is a leek that stands out from the crowd. fell down.

This person is the Huang Haiyun Huang Nvxia of Chenlufeng who was once known as "the first person in the rivers and lakes".

Huang Haiyun's longevity is definitely not because of her talent, but because of the special care of the Temple of the Soldiers, secretly changing the rules of the blessed land, making her almost immortal.

The reason why this is done is that one is to obtain information on the barren mountains of Dongzhou, and the other is that Xu Yuanfeng, the person who speaks for Tianying Castle, wants to learn through this sword god's daughter, the power of the old sword to overwhelm the entire cultivation path. fencing.

After decades of hard work, the information on the barren mountain has been obtained, but the swordsmanship has made little progress, because the information is readily available, but the concept of kendo has to be slowly understood by Huang Haiyun. .

In order to put pressure on him, Fu Song would work secretly every few years when the leeks in the blessed land had grown, to pull these powerful people to the Morning Dew Peak to 'take the treasure'.

Huang Haiyun was considered the last demon king in this arena, and he cleared the level after finishing the fight, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that as long as he was in a dream, he would never be able to achieve this achievement.

The lucky person selected this time, or the victim of early graduation, is Lin Yuanshan, a famous swordsman in all corners of the world.

Lin Yuanshan was originally a monk of the Hunyuan Sect. Recently, the high-level aliens were going to fight, so he had to be called to the front line. Originally, the above wanted Lin Yuanshan to die in the 'horse wind', reflecting the life principle of 'a knife on the head of a color'; Song felt that his martial arts accomplishments were good, so he made the best use of everything, and let him come here to challenge the Great Demon King.

Speaking of which, Fu Song was quite intoxicated by this feeling of life and death like a judge.

Tread-tap-

The horses passed through the rain screen of the old street and stopped outside the inn.

Fu Song carried the spear, did not dismount, and said directly:

"Lin Daxia, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Brother Fu is polite."

The five Jianghu people who were drinking in the lobby of the inn got up and came to the door.

At the same time, the second floor of the inn.

Miss Qiu, who was dreaming in her dream, woke up when she heard the sound of hooves, turned over and sat up, looking around.

The room has been tidy up, the meals are placed on the table with plates, the screen is tied to the window with ropes, and her skirt, trousers, and apron are hanging on it to dry...

? ?

Miss Qiu was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up and went to the ground, ran to the front, took off the bellyband, and hid it behind her back.

Zuo Lingquan had already woken up and was standing at the window at this time, he pushed the window open a crack, and looked at the situation below.

Hearing the movement, Zuo Lingquan turned around, but saw Guagua standing behind with a red face, wearing a gray robe, looking at him.

The clothes I bought at random in the town didn't fit well, and Miss Qiu's body was so petite that she looked a little loose, with a visible collarbone on her neck, and a very obvious outline on her chest.

Although the plain fabric is opaque, the bulging **** can be seen faintly bulging...

it burns...

Zuo Lingquan blinked, looked away with difficulty, and made a "shush" gesture.

Miss Qiu clenched her apron into a ball and tucked it into the front of her clothes. As a result, the apron went straight down the robe and landed on her feet. Only then did she realize that she was in a vacuum.

Her eyes were slightly startled, she quickly pulled down the drying dress, hugged her and ran behind the screen, stuck her head out and asked:

"what's the situation?"

"It seems to be a connection between Jianghu people and it has nothing to do with us."

Zuo Lingquan responded softly, listening to the rustling sound behind the screen, and did not turn his head to look.

After a while, Miss Qiu, who had put on her skirt, ran out and went to look outside.

Fu Song and Lin Yuanshan communicated outside the inn.

Zuo Lingquan looked at it for a while, the nose tip daughter Youxiang came, and he lost the desire to watch, ready to let Miss Qiu eat something.

But at this moment, there was a light sound of 'step~' on the roof, and it seemed that something had fallen on it.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, holding the knife beside him, Miss Qiu also raised her head and picked up the saber.

In the mundane world, each person's perception ability is not as different as the way of practice.

Several Jianghu people outside the inn also noticed the movement on the roof of the inn, and turned around or raised their heads in unison.

And at this time, a very old woman's voice sounded from above the inn:

"Fu Song, you and I have no grudges and no grudges, why do you collude with Jianghu Xiaoxiao and attack me at Morning Dew Peak?"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, but Fu Song, who was named, was not surprised, because the enemy was also attracted by him.

Lin Yuanshan seemed to be facing a great enemy, and was about to speak, when he suddenly found that the window on the second floor of the inn had been pushed open with a 'click', and a young man stuck his head out and looked up.

? ?

Such an aggressive move naturally attracted everyone's attention, even Fu Song was inexplicable.

Zuo Lingquan only saw the eaves, and found that the expressions of the gangsters below were wrong. He knew that the reaction was illogical, so he said:

"Why so many people... I'm sorry, all heroes continue..."

Then he closed the window again.

bang——

Fu Song didn't care about this little episode. After all, there are many real people in the dream, and there are all kinds of strange situations.

He looked at the roof again, and said in a Jianghu style:

"Huang Haiyun, it is enough for you to monopolize the magic power for a period of time. If the old man is not dead, how can the newcomer come forward? Now I will give you a chance to teach the magic secrets in the Suzaku Mausoleum. Daxia Lin will give you a way to survive. Otherwise, Daxia Lin's sword, It won't slow you down just because you're old..."

Standing on the roof of the inn, Huang Haiyun, or 'Huang Jinghe', was dressed in a military uniform and a hood, and couldn't see her face; but her figure was straight and did not look old at all, just on her right hand holding a sword, Some weather-beaten folds.

As a heroine who is overpowering the world, 'Huang Haiyun' has a deterrent effect on the people of the rivers and lakes, even greater than the Valkyrie who practiced the Dao; because there are ten immortals who practice the Dao, and the undefeated in the rivers and lakes The **** of war is only her.

Although Huang Haiyun was injured several times by rising stars in her old age, and once pierced her chest with a sword, this did not affect Huang Haiyun's deterrent power at all, because those people were dead, she still stood in front of her.

Lin Yuanshan's ability is not low, but his position in the arena is not top-notch. He was praised by Fu Song as the first person to come to encircle and suppress Huang Haiyun. To be honest, the pressure is very high.

But their more than ten heroes of all corners of the world have already come over, and Lin Yuanshan can't be cowardly no matter how dreaded it is. He took a step forward and said solemnly:

"Huang Nvxia, I respect you as a senior, give you face, and now hand over the magic secrets, I will let you go back to the mountains..."

Huang Jinghe was taken care of by the shrine of the guards, and his memory was forcibly sealed, and he couldn't remember the past at all.

But she knew subconsciously that the most important 'mission' in her life was to defend the mausoleum under the Morning Dew Peak with her life and prevent the contents from running out.

Huang Jinghe explained to Jianghu people more than once that there were no magic secrets in Zhuque Mausoleum, but she didn't know what was inside. She only knew that no outsiders could be approached anyway, so there were more and more rumors on Jianghu.

Seeing that these people came to the door again, Huang Jinghe explained first:

"There is no magical power under the Morning Dew Peak. Don't be like the predecessors. Because of rumors and greed, you lost your life in vain."

Lin Yuanshan snorted softly: "What your apprentice said, can it still be false? If you don't have magical power, how do you explain that you can still walk around the rivers and lakes alive and strong at the age of 80?"

Speaking of this, Huang Jinghe twisted the hilt of the sword, showing a bit of murderous aura.

To say that Huang Jinghe's most distressing thing in 'this life' is that when he gets old, he doesn't know who he is, and he teaches a scum.

She raised that apprentice and taught her for 40 years as if she had taught her. She thought that the apprentice was absolutely loyal.

She is already old and will die sooner or later. After a serious injury, she told her apprentice all her martial arts concepts, even her 'guessing' and opinions on Suzaku Mausoleum, and told him to inherit the mantle and continue to guard Suzaku Mausoleum.

Who would have thought that the simple, honest and filial apprentice for 40 years would betray her for no reason, and she would still publicize her unique magical power of immortality.

From now on, Huang Jinghe suspects that her disposition changed greatly because her apprentice felt that she was hiding her secrets and refused to teach real kung fu.

As an old man with half a foot in the ground, seeing with his own eyes the betrayal of his successor and no successor below his knees, the pain and despair are self-evident.

"As long as I, Huang Haiyun, can still hold the sword, I won't even want to step into the Morning Dew Peak when I'm young, and if I want to die, just come."

"Humph! What a big breath."

Fu Song's schedule is very full, and he has to go to Baidao Zhuang to see the situation later. Now he just wants Lin Yuanshan to die soon.

He didn't even bother to say much, but with a spear he started to instigate:

"Lin Daxia, I'll just follow your lead. As long as you can kill Huang Haiyun with your own hands, you will be recognized as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Don't talk to her, just do it."

"...?"

Lin Yuanshan was held up quite high, but he didn't float yet. He didn't know how powerful Huang Haiyun was now, so how dare he go up for a heads-up.

But with so many heroes in the rivers and lakes looking at him, even showing his timidity, Lin Yuanshan tilted his head and signaled to a subordinate with a knife next to him.

Many Jianghu seniors supported, and the knife-wielding Jianghu guest was also very courageous, raising the knife and said loudly:

"The witch is dead!"

Then he stomped on the ground with his feet, flew up with a knife, stepped on the signboard of the gate, and wanted to use his strength to jump up to the roof and take on Huang Haiyun one-on-one.

But what shocked everyone was that the swordsman just stepped on the signboard and jumped over the window on the second floor. A machete pierced the window paper and stabbed the swordsman directly in the chest.

puff--

On the drizzly street, a **** light burst out.

The blood splashed in the air, and sprinkled on the swaying inn

on the lantern.

The swordsman screamed, lost his balance when he was in the air, fell to the second floor like a broken sack, and slammed into the bluestone street, clutching his chest and glaring at the second floor: "You motherfucker..." He twitched a few times, and then collapsed again. On the ground, he was completely breathless.

"..."

More than ten heroes of the arena are all trapped.

Even Huang Jinghe, who was standing cool on the roof, was stunned, and looked down.

After all, Fu Song is an outsider. When the sky is falling, his heart is still in the water. When he finds that someone is making trouble and the plot does not go according to plan, he reacts quickly and starts to play on the spot:

"He Fang Xiaoxiao doesn't talk about martial arts so much, he even sneaked a sneak attack and come out to me!"

Lin Yuanshan also reacted and drew out his sword in a rage:

"People who dare to kill me, are you tired of living?"

wow-

The windows on the second floor were smashed in full view.

The young man in a gray robe flew out with a machete and landed firmly on the ground.

Then he put the knife on his shoulders, his sloppy posture revealed arrogant arrogance, and looked at the many heroes of the arena with cold eyes:

"What about the sneak attack? A group of big men beat up an old grandmother, and they dared to mention 'wude', so shameless?"

Many Jianghu people showed anger.

Lin Yuanshan is afraid of Huang Hairong, a wild boy in the rivers and lakes is not in his eyes, his face is cold:

"Who are you? Sign up."

Zuo Lingquan didn't really want to report on his family, but the atmosphere was coaxed here, and it was inappropriate not to talk about it, so he still carried the knife and said arrogantly:

"Don't change your name, don't change your surname, Hongshan County Liu Dazhuang!"

"And me, Hongshan Cucumber and Melon!"

Miss Qiu didn't see who was on the roof, but the plan was to help Huang Haiyun, make friends and investigate the truth, Zuo Lingquan jumped out and called out, she naturally couldn't be the atmosphere group.

After Miss Qiu reported to the house in a heroic manner, she turned over neatly and jumped down from the second floor.

but……

Guagua girl is a weak lady, and she has to be carried on her back for a few miles. No matter how rich the theoretical knowledge is, the hardware configuration can't keep up with it.

Miss Qiu jumped out of the window and was able to maintain her balance by relying on her memory, but when she jumped from the second floor, her small body couldn't handle the impact, and she landed on a **** and fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan responded quickly, and quickly supported Miss Qiu, his expression was indescribable.

Miss Qiu only stood firm when she was supported, and noticed that more than ten eyes were looking at her, her face was as red as blood and she felt ashamed.

Outside the inn, many heroes from all corners of the world watched Gugua Nuxia jump off the second floor and almost slapped their feet.

Standing on the roof, Huang Jinghe saw that this pair of boys and girls looked like young people who had just entered the arena, full of chivalry but not aware of the dangers of the rivers and lakes, and said:

"Liu Shaoxia, this matter has nothing to do with you, leave quickly."

Lin Yuanshan, who surrounded the inn, raised his sword and said angrily:

"The person who killed me still wants to leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by 'Liu Shaoxia' on the opposite side:

"The grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes are endless. Either you don't do it, or you do it, you have to cut the grass and root it. The Yellow Woman can just watch, and I will deal with these people."

? ?

Many heroes in the arena were stunned by this wild boy who was born with a calf and was not afraid of tigers. With so many seniors in the rivers and lakes present, they didn't run away when they got into trouble, and even threatened to cut grass and eradicate their roots.

Fu Song looked at the aura of 'Liu Dazhuang' and felt that this child should not be a minor character, but he didn't know it. After a slight change in his mind, he asked:

"Is it you who killed the young master of Baidao Zhuang?"

Miss Qiu accidentally lost someone, but the dignified Jade-rank swordsman couldn't hide behind Zuo Lingquan with a shy face, and responded coldly:

"So what?"

Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth, his lines were robbed, and he could only change his words with a big knife:

"What? Scared?"

Lin Yuanshan laughed angrily at this, he raised his sword and said solemnly: "Good boy, I want to see how capable you are."

When the words fell, the sword in his hand 'choking' came out of its sheath, bringing a touch of cold light in the night rain and stabbing Zuo Lingquan's heart.

Although Blessed Land is a secular world, all those who enter the dream are monks who are not low in Taoism. Their talent and understanding are not the best in the cultivation way, but they can also be called one in a thousand miles. Comprehension of the cultivation way and the attainments of martial art are naturally not bad.

Lin Yuanshan's sword is not blessed with spiritual energy, but from the momentum to the skills, it is definitely beyond the level of the world, and many heroes in the arena are amazing.

Huang Jinghe on the roof saw the heat of the sword, worried that 'Liu Shaoxia' wouldn't be able to catch it, and wanted to shoot, but stopped immediately.

I saw Lin Yuanshan striding forward, piercing the rain curtain with the sword in his hand, but in the blink of an eye he had already reached Zuo Lingquan's chest and abdomen.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction was naturally not like that of a fledgling young man, he calmly turned to the side slightly, used the knife in his hand to understate the staggered long sword, and then slammed into Lin Yuanshan's arms with an ingenious stick against the mountain. .

bang——

There was a muffled sound from the door of the inn.

Lin Yuanshan's way of shooting was clearly understood at a glance, and before he could unload his strength and retreat, his chest slammed into Zuo Lingquan's shoulder firmly.

A normal Lian Jiazi could knock down the wall this time, but Lin Yuanshan was obviously not as strong as the wall. There was a crisp sound of 'ka--' from his chest, and he flew backwards and collided with the horse Fu Song was sitting on. over the legs.

"Huh...!"

There were many Jianghu people present with expressions of horror on their faces. Unexpectedly, Lin Yuanshan couldn't hold back even a single face, and even Fu Song was stunned.

Lin Yuanshan's injuries were not serious, but he would not be beaten to death. After he fell to the ground and stood up, his face turned morbidly blue and he said angrily!

"Come together, kill me!"

More than a dozen Jianghu tourists have seen that Zuo Lingquan is by no means an ordinary person, and there is still a Huang Jinghe standing on it. They have no mind to pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes. They all drew their swords and rushed towards Zuo Lingquan. , the two sides battled into a ball in an instant.

Whether in the secular world or in the practice of Dao, courage has a great influence on combat ability.

The people in the arena are not afraid of death, and they only have one life, so they are always a little cautious; and Zuo Lingquan has no fear of death at all, and he is not even afraid of death.

Although it was a one-off challenge, Zuo Lingquan had no intention of evading at all. He flew up with a knife, like a raptor entering a fish pond. More than a dozen fierce people forced them back.

Miss Qiu's body is slow, but her experience and skills have not disappeared. When Zuo Lingquan rushed in, she followed him with a sword. Although her strength was insufficient, her cunning and sharp swordsmanship still made it difficult for all Jianghu players to resist. .

clang clang-

The inn under the night rain was densely covered with swords, lights and swords, but in an instant, four or five people lay down.

Huang Jinghe originally wanted to jump down to help out, but when she saw the action of 'Cucumber Melon' out of the sword, there was a sudden 'hum' in her mind, and she felt dizzy.

Then came the headaches that accompanied her for many years, so Huang Jinghe could only stress her mind.

Zuo Lingquan grabbed a silver spear and opened it on the old street. The spear shot out like a dragon and picked up three people in a row.

Lin Yuanshan was injured and shouted to get up, but he quietly retreated behind the horse, apparently in the stance of running away when the situation was not good.

Fu Song was riding on the horse, and when he saw the scene was out of control, he was naturally annoyed. Due to the order of the dream, he couldn't stab Lin Yuanshan to death for no reason. He immediately got off the horse and supported Lin Yuanshan's back.

"Master Lin, let's go together!"

"Eh? Don't..."

Before Lin Yuanshan could react, there was a strong push back from behind, and the whole person flew forward, approaching Zuo Lingquan who was killing all directions.

Zuo Lingquan held a spear and slammed, and found that Lin Yuanshan had killed him again. Naturally, he would not be polite. He lightly lifted the spear head with his right foot, and picked up a standard overlord from the spear. The spear tip poured into Lin Yuanshan's chest, directly He leaned behind him and smashed the door of the inn.

wow-

When Miss Qiu saw Fu Song rushing together, she raised her sword and stepped forward. She wanted to kill this person just like cleaning up other Jianghu Xiaoxiao, but this time there was an accident.

Fu Song is one of the managers of Huangliang Blessed Land. Not to mention his martial arts accomplishments, this status predestines him not to be easily killed by leeks, otherwise he will not be able to start work.

Although Fu Song did not cheat as blatantly as Huang Jinghe, the physical fitness in the dream was full in all directions, and the strength, speed, and fighting ability were all at the peak of mortals.

Seeing Miss Chou attacking, Fu Song reacted very quickly, raised the spear and fired it first, and stabbed Miss Chou in the waist and abdomen with one shot.

Miss Qiu could see that this person was mediocre in martial arts, but when the gap between the panels was too large, it would be futile for her to have more experience and skills.

Miss Qiu's complexion suddenly changed, and she turned around to try to dodge, but the iron spear was coming too fast, and it was still wiped to the side of the waist, and a **** mouth appeared immediately.

Fu Song lightly vibrated the gun body, the gun barrel hit his waist, only to hear a muffled "bang", Miss Qiu flew out.

Zuo Lingquan swept Lin Yuanshan with a shot and turned back to see this scene, even if he knew it was in a dream, he was still furious: "Looking for death!" At the same time he grabbed Miss Qiu, he swiped his carbine with his backhand, slashing Huashan with force. , hit Fu Song directly.

clang--

The two guns met, making a crisp sound that hurt the eardrums.

Fu Song held the guns horizontally in both hands, and took the gun with anger. His body did not move, but the old street bricks under his feet were shattered, revealing cobweb-like cracks.

At the same time, Huang Jinghe, who was struggling to suppress the severe headache, saw that Miss Qiu was injured, and instinctively rushed down, exuding terrifying murderous aura, and stabbed Fu Song with a sword.

Sa——

The sword's edge pierced through the rain curtain, and the momentum can be described as terrifying.

Miss Qiu gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain in her waist. She wanted to continue fighting, but when Yu Guang saw the sword flying like a fairy from the sky, she was immediately stunned on the spot. .

She didn't recognize who was holding the sword, and she had never seen such a sword move, but this momentum and the gesture of drawing out the sword were all too familiar. !

Ding--

The blade of the sword is above the tip of the spear, and a few sparks burst out.

With Fusong's physical quality, it is also a bit emboldened to fight against the three, but as the manager of the blessed land, it is obvious that he cannot easily deal with the "guests" of the blessed land.

Now that Lin Yuanshan had died violently, and Fu Song had completed his mission, he shouted "Withdraw!" and wanted to lead the team to escape.

But unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan didn't mean to let him go.

Physical fitness is indeed an important factor in determining combat power, but it only determines the lower limit of martial arts, and the upper limit depends on personal martial arts attainments; otherwise, martial arts can just keep fit, and what moves are they pondering?

Fu Song's physical fitness really crushed the mortals in the entire blessed land, but Zuo Lingquan's martial arts attainments were crushed by the peers of the entire cultivation path!

Just as Fu Song took two steps back, he found that the young man in front threw the spear in his hand and grabbed the long sword in Cucumber Melon's hand with his backhand.

Fu Song lifted his spear and swept away the stabbing long spear, but before he could wave his hand, he heard a loud sound of 'Sa—'.

Even in the mundane world, as long as you exert enough force, you can still bring out the piercing sword sound.

Fu Song's pupils shrank, and as soon as he noticed something was wrong, he found that the young man in front of him seemed to have changed his personality. With all his strength, he could clearly see the blue veins on his right arm bursting out, almost tearing the muscles, but he didn't seem to feel it. This sword, which should not have appeared in the mortal world, stabbed in front of him.

Zuo Lingquan is a native of Jianghu. When he is not practicing, he can cut Qingwan's clothes with a single sword, and he has been pondering a million times on how to maximize the potential of mortals.

The current body is holding him back, but Fusong, a half-hearted Jianghu person from a monk, is only in better physical condition. Why should he fight him on this?

chap——

The people in the rivers and lakes next to him have not yet reacted, and a line of cold light has passed through the rain curtain, bringing a string of blood on the old street.

Fu Song's eyes were stunned, and before he could figure out the situation, the young man who came by surprise had already flew out of the attack range, like a top assassin who came and went without a shadow.

Fu Song raised his hand and touched his throat. The hand was wet and hot, and the hot blood gushed out between his fingers and landed on the old street bricks, making a crisp sound of 'da-da--'.

"What a fast sword..."

Fu Song looked at Zuo Lingquan in disbelief, and after spitting out a sentence with blood in his throat, he shook his body twice and fell back on the old street.

The remaining seven or eight people from Jianghu were already pale, and they didn't care to retreat, they turned around and ran to the roof of the alley.

Zuo Lingquan didn't even realize that he killed the administrator of the blessed land, and the people in the rivers and lakes fled. He didn't have time to chase a group of dreamers, and turned around to support Miss Qiu:

"Guagua, does it hurt?"

The injury in the dream is also fake and will not endanger the body, but the pain of the skin is not fake at all, and there is no cultivator's tyrannical physical suppression, the pain is no different from the mortal.

Miss Qiu's waist was stained red with blood, and her face was pale in pain, but her expression was a little stunned, staring blankly at the Jianghu woman beside her.

The Wei hat on Huang Jinghe's head is already flying and falling

It was thrown out, revealing a long snow-white hair.

The once glamorous face is long gone, full of weather-beaten wrinkles, and her eyes are dim and cloudy.

This face is very unfamiliar. From the temperament to the appearance, Miss Qiu has no impression, but she feels very familiar, and when she is familiar with the first sight she sees, she doesn't want to look away.

Huang Jinghe is also looking at the cucumber and melon.

Huang Jinghe also didn't recognize who the little girl in front of her was, but felt that this girl was different from everyone in the arena.

Even if the severe headache made her almost faint and she couldn't think at all, she still couldn't bear to blink, for fear that her eyes would be staggered and she would never see again.

The two looked at each other like this, and both saw the blankness and eagerness in the other's eyes.

"Girl Guagua, did we know each other before?"

"I wish to meet, I..."

Miss Qiu didn't dare to think, she had to be careful with her words, afraid that any wrong question would give her a response she didn't want to hear, and the hope that was like a life-saving straw in her heart was shattered.

Zuo Lingquan guessed the ins and outs, and when he saw the reaction of the two, he was already inseparable.

Currently in the blessed land, Huang Jinghe is bound to be monitored by Tianying Castle. Before finding the body, any abnormal contact with Huang Jinghe may surprise Tianying Castle in advance.

To this end, Zuo Lingquan said directly: "Huang Nvxia, we are from Hongshan County, and we have revered the reputation of Huang Nvxia since childhood; um... why don't I treat Guagua first, what can I do later? Say it again?"

Miss Qiu also reflected upon hearing the words - even if the guess is true, what is in front of you is just an illusion. If you can't hold your breath and are detected, not only the body of the person in front of you is in danger, but even those who are sitting in retreat under Tianying Castle may have difficulty. get away.

For this reason, Miss Qiu quickly looked away, her body softened, and she fell into Zuo Lingquan's arms, making a look of weakness - of course, it wasn't all fake. Roll around.

Huang Jinghe had a splitting headache, and it was difficult to maintain her feet, but when she saw the softness of the cucumber and melon, she subconsciously wanted to hug it.

However, Huang Jinghe still stopped halfway through his hand, took out the golden sore medicine from his arms, and handed it to Zuo Lingquan:

"Liu Shaoxia bandages Guagua first... Do you want me to help?"

Zuo Lingquan wanted to discuss countermeasures with Miss Qiu, but did not dare to let Huang Jinghe be present, so he took the medicine for the golden sore and politely declined:

"Huang Nvxia rest in the inn first, I'll do it."

Seeing this, Huang Jinghe didn't say much, and watched Zuo Lingquan carry Miss Qiu into the inn in the way of a princess hug, and didn't look away until her back disappeared in the corridor...

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Below Tianying Castle, in a giant karst cave deep in the ground.

The cave is covered with green vines, and colorful flowers and fruits hang on the dome. The place where thousands of vines gather is the center of the cave, an ancient altar with a long history.

In the center of the altar was five-color soil, and a vine about ten feet long grew in it.

Below the altar, a woman with a similar appearance to Miss Qiu hovered above the vines and closed her eyes. It could be seen that the violently fluctuating power of the soul poured out of the woman, constantly impacting the surrounding formations. It was easily pushed back again.

Around the platform, there are also eight futons, monks dressed in the robes of the Temple of the Soldiers, sitting cross-legged on the futons.

The big housekeeper Zheng Wei, standing outside the platform, looked at the unusually fluctuating altar and asked:

"what happened?"

The little butler next to him was about to speak when he saw a monk who was dreaming on the platform, jumping up and rubbing his neck, with a look of fear after waking up from a nightmare.

Zheng Yu frowned and said:

"Fusong, what are you doing out?"

"Elder Zheng, I was slaughtered!"

"What? Are you a pig?"

"no no……"

Fu Song still hasn't dispelled the disbelief in his heart. He hurried to the front and said in shock and doubt:

"Just now in the blessed land, I met a young man named 'Liu Dazhuang', who was so violent..."

Zheng Yu was also surprised when he heard this:

"This person can even kill you?"

"It's not a question of whether it's possible or not, it's just killing me!"

Although Fu Song is unbelievable, there is no lack of admiration and surprise in his eyes:

"I cheated and didn't understand the number of ways he made. When I came over with a sword, I was gone. I was more like a **** than a god. I guess it's just like that when the sword **** comes..."

Zheng Wei has already listed 'Liu Dazhuang' as a key target of attention, but he really didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, he frowned and said:

"How does it compare to Huang Jinghe?"

"The difference between clouds and mud."

Fu Song saw many proud sons in the blessed land, his eyesight was not bad, and he said seriously:

"A person who can make a name for himself in the Blessed Land must be a giant in reality, and this son is definitely the strongest one in the Blessed Land since ancient times. In reality, it is not the descendant of the Immortal Monarch, or the Immortal Monarch, and Huang Jinghe is counted in front of him. Mid-stream, I'm directly nasty..."

Zheng Wei was dubious, but it wasn't that he didn't believe Fu Song's words, but that he didn't believe that Kui Bingzhou had such a condescending person.

Kui Bingzhou's site is indeed large, but there are only so many immortals, and there are not many good seedlings with "Xianjun posture", so it is impossible to be unknown.

Zheng Yu pondered for a while: "Isn't this son pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he has already entered the jade stage, and he has retained his memory and entered the blessed land?"

"Alas." Fu Song shook his head: "Swordsmanship is so fierce that it doesn't make much difference whether there is memory or not. Anyway, if I keep my memory, I can't be so fierce."

The little steward next to him was reminded by Xun Fu during the day, and he hesitated at this time:

"In that case, the identity of this person should not be underestimated. Do you want to check the identity a little..."

Zheng Wei shook his head: "No matter how talented you are~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is also doing evil in the blessed land, so what if the people in the blessed land are slaughtered? We go to investigate the identity, people will be alert, and then it will be difficult to explain... Or Wait for this child to wake up on his own, the person is sitting on it, and he can't run, so don't worry..."

sizzle-

The few people talked for only a moment, and suddenly there was a sound like electric sparks on the altar in the center of the cave.

Zheng Yu looked around, but saw that the formation that sealed Huang Jinghe was blooming, and an unprecedented shock erupted.

Zheng Wei's expression changed: "What else is this stimulated by? The reaction is so big?"

Fu Song didn't know why, because Huang Jinghe had no eyeliner beside him, so he could only say:

"Why don't I come and see?"

"It's too late, the formation is about to be broken, try to suppress it..."

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