Chapter 523

At sunset, the river city.

This long river is secluded. On the Bank of the river, there are hanging foot pavilions. Green tiles stretch along the mountain wall like scales. Occasionally, some fishermen come down the path singing fishing songs, looking comfortable and peaceful.

This place is not very big. There are only about a hundred families. Although the riverside in the mountains is comfortable, it is not a treasure land of Lingshan. Naturally, there are fewer visitors.

But today, it seems a little unusual.

By the empty River, a man came from a distance. His steps were not urgent or slow, and his clothes were ragged.

Only his silver hair was not impetuous at all. With the green wood mask on his face and his already handsome face, people felt like a noble son of Luotuo's family.

Several fishermen who were walking towards the river saw the man. As soon as the Fishing Song stopped, they looked at the man with some curiosity.

However, he didn't take the initiative to wave Hello, just half lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and walked over slowly with stooping.

The fishermen looked at each other. For a moment, they were really at a loss. One of them, a clever guy, asked loudly.

"Hello! What can I do for you?"

Besides the words, it's not that the guy is too positive, but there are no villages nearby. It can even be said that it's not too much to have no smoke for thousands of miles.

The man was dressed in rags. Now he came so quietly, which naturally made people curious.

But strangely, the man didn't say a word and still walked forward.

Several fishermen hesitated to go up and ask. Seeing that he ignored others, they simply walked to their fishing boat in twos and threes.

Leaving the guy who said hello earlier, he looked at the man strangely.

The ragged man didn't seem to stop. He went straight and walked along the Bank of the river.

His pace was a little awkward, and one foot seemed to be lame, but he walked smoothly.

Seeing the man's far away back, the boy who had greeted him secretly raised his eyebrows. For a moment, he didn't think much and went straight to his fishing boat.

And the ragged man walked like this, silent, like a walking corpse.

The fishermen walked along the river and looked at the fishing nets laid a few days ago. From a distance, they could see the man walking by the river.

From dusk to dusk, these fishermen can occasionally see the strange man.

Strange to say, he didn't seem to have to eat and drink all day, but walked forward slowly but surely.

When he wanted to go home in the evening, the young man couldn't help being curious. He stopped on the bank and said hello to him.

But seeing that he didn't respond for a moment, the boy picked up a few fish and followed up enthusiastically.

"My friend, you've been walking all day. Take some fish and eat on the road."

“……”

The man didn't answer, but when the fish came up to him, he seemed to slow down, and then looked back at the boy.

The boy who lives by fishing by the river has dark skin, looks energetic and has handsome eyebrows and eyes.

After a moment of silence, the man's Adam's Apple moved and moistened his throat a little. It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time. He hesitated before he asked.

"Where did the fish come from?"

"Caught in the river, big herring."

It was strange to ask, and the boy was stunned for a moment.

Asked where the fish came from, the strange man walked directly past the fish in the boy's hand and touched it a few times.

Although this guy sometimes picks a little when he meets others to buy fish, he has never seen such a diligent person.

The ragged man touched the fish before and after, but then he handed the fish back without saying anything.

Just when the young man was a little surprised, he saw the man untie his clothes that had become rotten cloth strips, showing an upper body that didn't match his face.

In addition to the symmetrical muscle lines, there were many deep and shallow wounds. Some of those wounds could still see the blood, but he didn't seem to notice it and went straight to the river.

The young man was still a little stunned for a moment. When he looked at him, he walked into the river step by step. After a while, he couldn't even see anyone. The young man hurried over and shouted loudly.

"Hello!!!"

There should have been no response. It was late at night. It was dark in the river. There was no movement at all.

Just a little stunned, the boy went straight to the river.

In the dark sea water, there was no movement at a glance, only the bone chilling cold. Although the boy grew up by the river and made a living by fishing, no matter how good the water is, he can't find a person in this situation.

When he subconsciously backed out in his heart, a white light suddenly lit up in the heart of the river.

Driven by curiosity, he tried his best to swim past and saw an unforgettable scene in his life from a distance.

In the river, the strange man who had walked into the river was standing in the river, and a blue light came out from a pendant around his neck.

For a moment, he was like a true God in the water. Junlang's side face outside the green wood mask exuded a little aloof and indifferent.

With the aura on the pendant, there were strands of brilliance around unconsciously.

All this seemed like a dream in a trance. If the boy couldn't kick it at one breath, he might have been able to watch it all the time.

When he was about to suffocate, he finally couldn't help jumping twice and hurried out of the river.

At this moment, he saw a more amazing scene!

This is not too wide, the river suddenly flickered with wisps of brilliance, as if there was a huge sun at the bottom of the river!

The continuous brilliance spread continuously, as if it had been connected all the time, and the river began to extend up and down again.

The wisps of brilliance are like aurora, and a little hazy dust can be seen vaguely.

Under this strange vision, he just wanted to go down and have a look, and the countless lights and shadows dispersed in an instant!

Just listen to the sharp sound of "whew, whew, whew!"! Then there was a roar!

The river suddenly blew countless water mist, and several colorful lights suddenly appeared in the far night sky!

Before waiting to see more, those lights came suddenly. Unexpectedly, they were friars in royal clothes and Taoist crowns!

"Immortal arrived?!"

The young man on the river flashed in his mind. Before he could say a word, he listened to the voice of the leader among the more than ten monks in the line.

"Bold madman! Steal the ancestral land of the spirit vessel of our Changqing temple! Today, our thirteen sons of Changqing will kill you here!!!"

“……”

The cry of blessing was like thunder in the ear under Zhenyuan. The fishing boy was stunned on the spot for a moment. He could hardly help but feel guilty and plunge a fierce son back into the river.

However, he was just plain hearted, more curious and more or less intelligent. Naturally, he guessed that these people were so powerful that they certainly didn't come to find themselves.

Sure enough

The silence didn't last long. Suddenly, it was broken with a scream!

The thirteen sons of the Changqing Dynasty dared not go down into the river for a moment, but it was dark. Ye Xiaogu in the river made a strange move and killed one person silently!

Suddenly, the remaining 12 people changed color together, and the first one shouted loudly.

"Array! Kill the villains!!!"

The voice fell, and the others pinched their sword fingers in response. For a moment, the spirit flashed all over the sky. The powerful pressure forced the fishing guy who had been hiding to watch the excitement to turn blue and see blood in the corners of his mouth.

However, the mighty sword array has not been set up yet. Just listening to the "crash", a person suddenly rushed out of the water, stepped directly on the river, but fled towards the river bank!

"Villain! Where to run!"

The thirteen sons of Changqing chased after him, leaving a corner of the river alone. The fishing boy who survived the disaster vomited a little blood foam and said in his heart.

"Steal and dig the ancestral land of spiritual pulse?"

On the Bank of the river, ye Xiaogu stepped across the bluestone on the Bank of the river with an expressionless face, and several ups and downs got into the mountains and forests on the bank.

But since it is exposed, it will not be easy to escape.

The thirteen sons of Changqing came after each other with their swords. It was strange to say that these people were obviously numerous, but they had not separated the formation, which seemed a little cumbersome.

There are many dense trees near the river bank. In addition, ye Xiaogu didn't walk in the air all the way, but jumped lightly. There is also the cover of the forest.

In this way, even if the thirteen sons of Changqing didn't want to separate, it was still inconvenient to walk in the sky in the woods, so they had to catch up quickly.

"Senior brother..."

"Don't persuade me! This villain stole the spirit of our Changqing temple and killed our Changqing disciples. He has been chasing him for more than a hundred days. If he escapes again, how can I keep the face of our Changqing temple!"

The rest of them couldn't help persuading, so they jumped up and started with the flying sword at their feet, which turned into a touch of magic light, and rushed to chase into the forest with a sword.

For a while, I only listened to the continuous sound of "Shua Shua" in the forest and the shaking sound of leaves. I was surprised that some birds and animals sleeping at night fled in all directions. For a moment, birds and animals did sing constantly, which seemed particularly noisy.

In the midst of the noise, ye Xiaogu, who had just run out first, quietly touched the mask on his face after a big tree.

A black air then overflowed and spread to his shoulder and back, but gently stroked, and those originally bloody wounds healed a little.

But after all, these wounds are too many and miscellaneous. Even the black Sanskrit in the green wood mask can't completely cure these wounds.

But this has also achieved his goal. He just wants to hide the smell of blood temporarily.

Although these disciples can't master these skills, he is still used to pretending to be himself.

After 13 years of separation, the Hunt had begun since I stepped across lingyundu and met the white haired old man, and it was far from stopping.

In the past, after hearing about the Taoist meeting, he killed no less than a thousand people in the capital in order to find bao'er's clues, but now he may have killed ten thousand people here.

There are many clans in the secluded world separated by lingyundu, which is different from the dominant family of Wandao alliance.

There are many scattered sects here, but most of them study the scriptures of Taoist skills, which can be called the children of the former Taoist sects.

That day, with the strong resilience of the green wood mask, he staggered away from the hall. Although he didn't think of killing his heart all the way, he couldn't help killing his heart when he looked at the jade tears made by Wang Pei.

Along the way, he tried not to make trouble, but during his trip, many things were beyond his control.

Since he entered the Jianghu, he will naturally be contaminated with right and wrong. He can't escape. It's a pity that he spent too much to understand this truth.

At the beginning, bao'er told him that he was gifted and would start to stir up right and wrong. However, he was less worldly. He always thought he could hide and reason.

Only now did he understand that reasoning is OK, but if you have to win, the simplest and direct way is to reason with the dead.

With the light trembling of the branches and leaves, a nun just jumped lightly, but a three foot ice cone came in front of her!

"Younger martial sister!"

These people in Changqing temple have suffered a lot of losses for a long time. Now even if they enter the forest, they take care of each other.

Seeing the ice cone suddenly appeared, another male disciple immediately jumped into the rescue. As soon as he jumped up, the last male disciple among the three suddenly turned white!

In the dark forest, after nightfall, you can't see your fingers.

The male disciple looked at the fist on his chest in amazement. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spit blood out.

"Younger martial brother!"

The remaining two noticed that it was a diversion and hurried to catch up, but ye Xiaogu jumped like a ghost and left directly.

The man looked after the injured disciple, but the remaining male disciple chased him angrily.

He didn't chase far. He just heard another scream behind him!

Just as the despair and consternation on his face rose, the male disciple suddenly heard a light trembling sound of branches and leaves behind him. He looked back fiercely, and suddenly a fierce fist attack came behind him!

With a bang, he punched through his chest directly.

He struggled to look back at the man who shot. It was said that he killed the man who protected the mountain elder of Changqing temple, but before he looked back, the man behind him twisted his head with an expressionless face.

There was a click, and there was no more sound.

Ye Xiaogu dragged the male disciple's head expressionless, and several light jumps dragged the prey to a dense tree like a clever cheetah.

There are two other bodies here.

He pulled down the jade tears he was wearing around his neck and played several tricks. In a faint aura, the aura on the three people slowly rose and gathered, and finally was inhaled by the jade tears.

As far as Reiki absorption is concerned, the monk's body is naturally not a good way to absorb, but he is more economical and reluctant to waste.

After letting jade tears absorb the aura, he saw that jade tears were collected, and then pinched several other fingertips.

With the guidance of this formula, the three bodies condensed into three blood beads the size of peas in a strange vermilion light and shadow with an ancient and melodious atmosphere.

Ye Xiaogu finished all this without expression. After he cleaned up, he jumped lightly and began the next wave of hunting.

As for Wang Pei, he seldom thinks about it now. He just follows the promised way, and uses the essence of blood to cultivate the ghosts.

Not because he was so indifferent to Wang Pei, but because he was afraid that the emotion in his heart would make him fall down.

Changqing temple is not a large number of famous schools. The so-called thirteen sons of Changqing are nerds who only meditate and practice and do not enter the secular world.

Killing these people is like killing a few rabbits without teeth, which makes him relax a little.

Simply dispose of these people, but he jumped out of the woods and went straight back to the Bank of the river.

The young man who was fishing by the river was still there. He just dragged the woman who was seriously injured by Ye Xiaogu's sneak attack to the shore.

It seems that this guy is good at water. He can pick up a man in such a big river.

When ye Xiaogu walked over, the guy was staring at the nun in a daze.

Although ye Xiaogu punched a hole in the girl's chest with an ice pick, the practitioner still has some skills and can breathe at this moment.

However, it was because she was still panting that the boy was at a loss, especially in the face of a beautiful woman who could see into the eyes.

Most of the fishing villages in this river city depend on mountains and rivers. They all fish for a living. Naturally, men and women are exposed to the sun and rain, and their skin is dark and shiny.

Suddenly I saw a monk. I didn't mention it. At least it was white and pleasant. Naturally, the guys in the fishing village were a little happy.

However, the female nun was seriously injured, and the young man hid his joy for a moment, with only anxiety and worry on his face.

Maybe it was because of the high tension. As soon as ye Xiaogu came out of the woods, the boy hurried over.

Ye Xiaogu's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to care. He grabbed his hand and said eagerly.

"Immortal, please save her!"

"Let go."

"Immortal..."

Without saying a word, the boy's pupil suddenly shrinks, and ye Xiaogu's cold killing intention is together. Even if he doesn't start, he still can't move.

He simply bypassed the young man, and ye Xiaogu walked to the nun without expression.

It happened that Xiuming was seriously injured, but she was still breathing. She saw ye Xiaogu coming and just opened her eyes, but there was no fierce hatred in her eyes.

It's not because of her slowness, but the spirit vein of Changqing temple was cut off by Ye Xiaogu and fed jade tears. The so-called thirteen sons of Changqing pursued suddenly.