The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Qiuxuan hid in the grass, stared at the road, and wrote in the letter that "Fanglin is seriously injured and will pass Qingyang". Since she is seriously injured, she should not be able to drive the cloud, and she should be walking on the road, so she waited by the roadside.

But after waiting for half a day, it was almost noon. Under the scorching sun, there was no wind at all. Qingyang Town was already remote, and there were even fewer pedestrians on the road. Like Liuli's dagger, wondering if Fang Linji will come?If she doesn't come, I don't know when and where I can avenge my brother.

At this moment, she saw a woman in common clothes with a headband on her head slowly coming from the distance of the road. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could guess from her walking demeanor and slender figure that she was a beautiful woman. Beauty, the so-called Jingchai sarong cannot hide the beauty of the country.

Qiuxuan saw her, but her eyes turned red all of a sudden. Since she came to Qingcheng with Shimen, she hid in the crowd and watched Fang Linji many times. She recognizes it even when it turns into ashes, not to mention it's just a little cross-dressing.

She watched Fang Linji walking towards the town step by step, her breath was very weak, not commensurate with the cultivation of Jindan Grandmaster, she no longer doubted the serious injury she said in her heart, although she didn't understand why she was seriously injured and didn't take good care of it, What are you doing in this remote place?Gritting her teeth, she threw out all the talisman seals that she had bought with her fellow disciples, engulfing Fang Linji like fireworks, and then she stepped forward with a dagger in one hand.

She was afraid that Fang Linji would recover, and when the smoke cleared, she stabbed Fang Linji with a sword.Fang Linji turned her head and took a closer look, she was actually a Qi-refining cultivator, before she could say anything, she stabbed her again in the chest, right in the heart.Her eyes went dark, and there was only one thought in her mind, that I would die at the hands of a Qi Refining cultivator, and then sink into an eternal sleep with deep unwillingness and hatred.

Fearing that she would not die, Qiuxuan stabbed her repeatedly, blood flowed all over the ground, until she found that she was not moving, she just woke up like a dream, loosened her hand, and looked at the ground with the dagger The blood that has turned black, looking at the mutilated corpse in the pool of blood, couldn't help crying on the ground, brother, I will avenge you!

It's exactly: the dead wood of the Western Mountains is being filled into the sea, and the woman's hatred is extremely deep.

At this time, the blood-soaked dagger remained as bright as before, rose from the ground, turned into a white rainbow and flew away through the sky.Qiu Xuan looked up at the dagger flying away in a daze, and wished silently, I don't know who is the master behind the scenes, but I also want to thank this master for allowing me to avenge myself.

And thousands of miles away, the disciples guarding the soul lamp in the Huashen Palace felt the touch of the formation. When they looked up, they found that Fang Linji's soul lamp had gone out. Ruyi Goddess.

The one who was pushed out as a scapegoat was just an outer disciple, and he knelt miserably outside the Hehuan Hall where the Heavenly Maiden Ruyi lived and said this. "Death is death, you go down."

The disciple seemed to have escaped from the sky, he let out a long breath, kowtowed respectfully and retreated.

Although Ruyi Tiannv said that she didn't care about Fang Linji's life or death, she was still her own disciple after all, so she wanted to figure out who killed her, but found that her spirit and soul were all dead, and cause and effect were all broken. She could only figure out that she had a relationship with Kunlun before she died Xianzong's disciple Zhang Zhihe got into a dispute, and after a duel, it was unknown how she died.

She thought that this method of cutting off cause and effect was a bit like the work of a real person of Huashen, and she frowned, thinking, could it be that Chu Fengge is so protective of his shortcomings?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble, but she didn't have the guts to provoke Chu Fengge, the killer.

When Zhang Zhihe got out of the bath, he saw that Shen Zhongyu was no longer sitting under the tree in the courtyard. Hearing the noise from the next room, he turned to the next room, and happened to see Shen Zhongyu standing by the window with his hands behind his back. Light flies in from the window.

Shen Zhongyu raised his hand to take it, smiled slightly, and looked at Zhang Zhihe who entered the door.His eyes are bright, his complexion is moist, he wears a ponytail instead of a crown, and he wears a wide cyan Taoist robe with the moisture after bathing.

Smiling in his heart, he was really sincere. He sat down on the cloud bed next to him, hooked his fingers to him, and said, "Come here."

Zhang Zhihe went over to sit on the cloud bed and asked, "I feel like Mr. is a little happy?"

"Sigh, the skill of nourishing Qi is much worse. In fact, it is a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning."

"Ok?"

"Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots."

"Sir killed Fang Linji, but you never left?"

"I don't need to do it myself to kill her."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhihe faintly felt that something was wrong when he heard this sentence, and looked sideways at Shen Zhongyu.

Shen Zhongyu naturally hugged Zhang Zhihe into his arms tightly, and said, "A qi refining disciple wants to take revenge with his own hands, but I just pushed him." "Sir?" Han couldn't help asking coldly.

Shen Zhongyu patted the back of his hand reassuringly, and continued: "What kind of person is Fang Linji? The master of Jindan of Huashen Palace, the lives of his subordinates will not be short, and naturally there will be many enemies. She may not dare to provoke Dazong They are our disciples, but they will not be soft on monks from small sects. And this happens to be the Golden Lotus Puja, which is a grand gathering in the immortal world. If she can come, her enemies will naturally come too."

"I ordered Shen Yi to find one of them. That little girl's elder brother died under Fang Lin Ji's hands. I guess Fang Lin Ji was either dead or seriously injured under your hands, so I asked her to ambush her."

"How dangerous is this? A qi refining disciple went deep into the magic cave, how did she escape the people from Huashen Palace?" Zhang Zhihe couldn't help but wondered when he heard this.

"She doesn't need to go to the residence of Huashen Palace. When she meets Fang Linji on the road, she dares to provoke me. Even if she is from Huashen Palace, I am also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and I can slap her to death. A bold, Shallow woman, hmph, will she be willing to go back to the palace to heal her injuries? Besides, if she is seriously injured and returns to Huashen Palace, it's hard to say whether she can save her life."

"So, she will definitely think about drawing the blood essence nearby for healing. It is impossible for a seriously injured body to get the monk's idea, but there are still mortals. Go to a remote town and suck the blood essence of 200 people , and it will be able to slow down a little bit." The more Zhang Zhihe listened, the more he felt a chill on his back, and he felt that Shen Zhongyu's originally warm arms were gradually becoming gloomy, and his body froze involuntarily.

Shen Zhongyu clasped his hand and said, "I scared you."

"Sir, I'm fine. Tell me."

"There is nothing left. I asked that qi refining disciple to wait in a town that is relatively close to here but relatively remote. Then she will take revenge." Shen Zhongyu said lightly.

Zhang Zhihe felt a chill coming from his bones, he closed his eyes a little bit to escape, leaned into Shen Zhongyu's arms, and gasped violently: "Sir." He could only say these two words.

Although the plan to kill with a knife is simple, Shen Zhongyu's precise calculation of the changes in people's hearts makes Zhang Zhihe feel chills.

He felt that he had stayed in a clean and clean glass enclosure under the protection of his master and senior brothers, but Mr. Shen mercilessly pulled him out to touch a more complicated, turbid but incomparably vast world. It seems that if he takes this step, his sword will become sharper and indestructible, but if he doesn't walk out, the sword will break and kill people.

Seeing this, Shen Zhongyu felt a little distressed, his heart was too pure, and if he didn't prepare early, he might go astray when he was haunted by demons, so he hugged him even tighter, put it on his shoulders, and stuck it on his shoulders. He whispered in his ear, "Are you afraid?"

"some."

"Don't be afraid of me."

"Sir, you know people like a god. I don't know if I'm so clumsy. Is it boring in my eyes?" Zhang Zhihe licked the cold sweat from his lips, and changed the subject.

"How come? In my eyes, you are always unexpected."

"Ok?"

"For example, at this moment, if you are really afraid of me, you should run away."

"I believe sir."

"That's fine. So, don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid of me. But even if you are afraid of me, it's useless, I won't let you go." Shen Zhongyu whispered in his ear, looking at him delicately There was an urge to lick and bite the earlobe, but it was not enough.If I really do this, I'm afraid I'll scare people away, but watching my breath spray on it, watching my earlobes turn from white to red, can also teach me to feel joy in my heart.

Hearing Shen Zhongyu's slightly hoarse voice, Zhang Zhihe felt that his ears were burning. Hearing his question, for some reason, he was quite happy, and raised his head and said, "Sir, why don't you let me go?" Me?" The words were just out of his mouth, he felt how frivolous the words were, he couldn't help being ashamed, and lowered his head again.

When Shen Zhongyu heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, this is really terrible, if there is a next time, I really can't bear it anymore, after all, I can't make a mistake, so I can only bear it silently.

Zhang Zhihe was also restless, he didn't feel the ambiguous posture of leaning against Shen Zhongyu's arms at all, he felt the heat gradually rising in Shen Zhongyu's arms, he felt much more at ease, he couldn't help but think that Mr. has gone through ups and downs, naturally he is not like me Generally do not know the world.But I misunderstood Mr. because of this, and I was really not a son of man, and I almost made him sad.