Heaven is fearless

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The penny against the flower boat was under tremendous pressure, and finally began to crack slowly from the end. What is strange is that under such force, the small boat seemed to grow on the water surface without moving at all.

Quan San waved his sleeves to order people to stop the boat, and he didn't rush to step on the boat, but asked people to let a small boat go down, and stood on the small boat to salute the boatman: "Dare to ask the master brother to learn from you?" What faction? Where are you going?"

His tone was extremely relaxed, and while he was saying hello, he secretly observed the other party through the gap in his sleeves. This action seemed extremely rude to others, but somehow he was able to turn this rudeness into a youthful briskness.

The boatman still kept his head down and said nothing, Quan San's smiling face suddenly froze, subconsciously wanting to step back, but another gaze fixed him firmly in place.

That look seemed to be a smile but not a smile, not a bit murderous, but Quan San felt something more terrifying from it - something closely related to death.

His boat was getting closer to the boat, and the details that he hadn't noticed just now slowly came into his mind. Quan San's temperament seemed reckless, but in fact he was rough and subtle, and he was the most cautious. He only felt it when he was so close That master boatman, his chest didn't rise and fall from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even have the sound of breathing!

——No matter how advanced the cultivation base is, it is impossible for such a long time without a heartbeat. Is this still human?This is simply dead!

puppet.

These two big characters rushed into Quan San's head, beating his brain into a paste.

Quan San's hair was about to blow up, and he wanted to retreat, but he was pinned in place by that line of sight. He couldn't move forward or retreat, so he could barely hang on to his smiling face, and turned his gaze to another person who hadn't noticed just now: "This This... this brother, I have something to say, my cultivation base is superficial, if I have to say it, I have a little money, I would like to offer you a toll, a beautiful mansion, just say whatever you want!"

From the beginning to the end, the man in red, who was lazily leaning on the side of the boat, let out a short laugh from his throat, raised his head and looked at Quan San, and only then did Quan San see the appearance of this man clearly.

He has a dignified appearance, with a chill in his bones, his long hair is not bundled, and it is casually draped over his shoulders like a crazy person. The red clothes with gold rims meandering and filling half a boat, and his smiling appearance is fascinating. The smell of fear is like a lunatic who has lost his sanity, or like a ghost wandering in the world and unable to be reborn.

There were swirls of madness in his eyes.

There was a chill in the back of Quan San's head, instinctively driving him to lower his head to avoid the gaze of those eyes.

"Beauty's mansion?" The man dragged his limp body and sat up a little bit. After saying a few words, he collapsed like a bone. "Oh, I've never seen such a beauty's mansion—can you dance?"

He suddenly said something irrelevant, which stunned Quan San: "Huh?"

The man looked around, as if he had just woken up from a big dream: "Why am I here? Oh...by the way, how to get to the dangerous building, do you know the way?"

The topic jumped to another place.

Quan San was really numb this time, he felt that he might have met a muddled lunatic, or a muddled lunatic with great strength.

Quan San weighed his words carefully, and said word by word: "Are you talking about the dangerous building in the Far East? The one where the heavenly people live?"

The man in red was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what a "heavenly man" was, but he caught two other key words: "Ah, yes, it's the land of the Far East. I heard that the witch master lives there? Can you understand it? The one that has come and gone for thousands of years."

Quan San tremblingly said: "You are looking for the witch master? Even if it is a bit difficult, the witch master has been recuperating from illness all year round, and rarely sees outsiders..."

The man in red frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed, and tapped the side of the boat with his fingertips. The wood made a "duk-duk" sound under his hands, and it stopped in Quan San's ear as if it was hitting his head. Quan San hurriedly Added: "However, my Quan family is old with the Wu family, maybe I can introduce you to Xiongtai!"

The monotonous and terrifying sound of "Tuk Tuk" stopped, and the man in red raised his head with a smile, his eyes were dark, and even though he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes at all: "Really? What about the future?" It's been bothering me for a few days."

Quan San groaned secretly in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face, so he could only smile at him bitterly: "Then... dare I ask what you call Xiongtai?"

The man in red paused for a long time before replying slowly: "My name is Yuan Hua."

Ben Jun.

Quan San's heart shuddered.

Those who can be crowned kings are all powerful people with successful cultivation, at least they must be above the spirit infant level, as long as they have a name, they can be easily found. When they go back, they will find out who this Yuanhua Lord is. It is delicious. Drink and worship for a few days, and get rid of it as soon as possible.

He was planning this way here, and Yuanhua Jun looked around, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with blocking dozens of flower boats in the middle of the river, and he was so arrogant to the point of arrogance: "This event is interesting, What reward does the leader have?"

The patrol officer who had just made a noise to avoid him interjected in a low voice: "This year's first prize is a branch of Wanchunmei."

Hearing Wan Chunmei's name, Quan San couldn't help straightening his chest, the feeling of panic that tingled his scalp hadn't passed, and he was already waiting to hear that exclamation due to his active nature.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hua Jun moved his gaze away, and just repeated it flatly: "Wan Chunmei?"

That's more of a question than an emphasis.

Quan San was a little startled, Da Neng, who has cultivated to the spirit infant state, has never heard of the name of the immortal elixir Wan Chunmei?

Where does this power come from?

Thinking of this in his heart, Quan San still patiently explained: "Wan Chunmei's name sounds a little silly, but it is actually a health-preserving fairy. Falling, the tentacles generate warmth, and the flowers bloom for a hundred years. Putting them in the house can make people healthy and prolong their life, and monks use Wanchunmei, which can completely remove old wounds and resolve demons."

Listening to his words, Yuan Huajun's expression moved, and he asked slowly after a while: "Such a good thing, are you willing to take it out as a prize?"

Quan San lowered his voice: "It is precisely because it is a good thing that I have to take it out!"

Everyone was innocent and conceived his crime. The Quan family was robbed even after they got the Wan Chunmei, and the main courtyard caught fire a few days ago.

Regardless of the fact that the Quan family's flower boat is now at the forefront, even if Yuan Hua doesn't appear, Quan San will order someone to slow down quietly and fall behind after a while.

Yuan Huajun stared straight at the void, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "I want it."

Quan San opened his mouth and said halfway, but was stuck in the middle of these three words, his expression changed again and again, and finally scratched his head in embarrassment: "This...it doesn't count if I say it..."

The pair of black and lifeless eyes turned and fell on him again, seeing Quan San's heart trembled, and his voice stammered: "This...how about you get on the boat? I'll just lend you this flower boat ?”

Yuan Hua didn't respond, and it took a long time before he laughed twice: "Who did I take it for?"

Quan San was dumbfounded by his rhetorical question, thinking how would I know who you are using it for, but if you want me to say that you should use it for yourself first.

He didn't speak, Yuan Hua suddenly lost interest, waved his hand, and threw the third son of the Quan family aside, the boatman seemed to be connected with him, took back the penny, dipped it into the water, flicked the boat and floated away up.

Quan San's head was full of question marks, he didn't know where to start, and he was so depressed that he didn't dare to speak out, so he had to go back to his flower boat, making people drum up again, and continuing as if nothing happened.

Dozens of flower boats galloped on the water again. This time, most people were not thinking about fighting for spring, but started discussing the identity of the man in red who suddenly appeared and then flew away. It fell behind and did not cause any waves.

The struggle for spring was over, Wan Chunmei got rid of it safely, and water mats were set up on both sides of the bank until the lights came on. Quan San was so drunk that he was carried back to the mansion by a group of servants, and he saw him standing in front of the door under two huge red lanterns. A very familiar man was looking up at the plaque on the door.

The soft red halo of the lantern fell on him, like a river of dark red blood flowing on his body.

The boatman stood in the shadow behind him, soundless as a statue.

Quan San woke up suddenly, the smell of alcohol evaporated from the suddenly opened pores.

He hastily shook off the hand of the servant who was supporting him, stumbled two steps forward, stopped at a position not too far away, and bowed to the man: "Yuan, Mr. Yuanhua, you, you don't want to come here!" Come in?"

The man in red and black hair slowly turned his head and glanced at him: "Dangerous building."

Quan San was dumbfounded for a while, then slapped his head: "That's right, that's a dangerous building! Let the servants guide you tomorrow!"

With a smile on his face, he frantically waved his hands to make the servants open the door and let people in. He secretly groaned in his heart. This is an ancestor. If he is not flexible enough, he can't answer his words. If he had known, he would have ignored him!Originally thought that he could get in touch with a master, but who knew that this master was mentally ill!

Quan San was complaining incessantly, with a smile on his face. He greeted Yuan Hua and entered the door, explaining to him: "...the Quan family is quite famous in Tianguan City, and their ancestors were also descendants of the Wu Clan in the early years. They can be traced back in the family tree , was able to catch up with Tianquan Xingjun at the earliest, and this is also the origin of the Quan family's surname... This way please this way."

Lanterns lit by spirit stones set up a path with deep radiance, with sparse flowers and trees on both sides, and fragrant flowers entwined on the lantern flower stand as tall as one person, and the dew rolled on the delicate petals, wetting the clothes of passers-by.

The Quan family is a wealthy family, and their ancestors can be traced back to the witch masters who did not know how many years ago. Later, the blood was thin, and they moved out of the settlement of the witch clan. This is also the confidence that Quan San can pat his chest and say that he is recommended by Yuan Hua.

"Now this Tianheng Xingjun is withdrawn and sick all year round, and the dangerous building is heavily guarded against the outside world—" He was stuck in the middle of the sentence, and a cold hand suddenly grabbed his neck. The dark, hollow pupils moved closer quickly, and Quan San's whole body seemed to be immersed in the biting ice water in an instant.

"What do you say his name is?" Yuan Huajun's voice was extremely soft, as if whispering in a whisper, if not for Quan San's cultivation level, he could barely hear every word and half a sentence, he would have wondered if the other party opened his mouth .

"Heaven... Tianheng Xingjun..." Quan San's neck was still in his hands, and he repeated the name of the current witch master again tremblingly, secretly regretting that he didn't let the servants invite the family's priests just now— —Although he felt that the priest who brought his family with him should not be able to beat this lunatic, but he could escape for his life at least!

Yuan Hua's eyes suddenly became astonishingly bright, the light made Quan San's back go numb, and he vaguely felt that he had unleashed a terrific beast, so the other party let go of his neck and sighed slowly: "Why? Any cat or dog can be called this name?"

After being rescued, Quan San stepped back a few steps, and couldn't help arguing when he heard this sentence: "The Witch Lord always rotates in the name of Seven Stars, but this time it just happens to be Tianheng Xingjun's turn..."

Before he finished speaking, he gradually faded away under those lifeless eyes.

Quan San resentfully made a cross on his mouth, indicating that he would not speak anymore, Yuan Hua Jun looked away, took two steps, and his expression suddenly twisted: "Your family is a demon cultivator?"

He said this lightly, but Quan San almost jumped three feet high, and the panic just now was still in the back of his head, his face flushed purple: "You...you! Even if you have a high level of cultivation, you can't slander us like this Quan Family!"

This is heard by the monks, and it is no different from accusing them of harboring murderers and learning to kill from murderers. Although the popularity of the demons has improved slightly since the wave of monsters subsided, they no longer shout at the demons. Killing, but the old habits of many years can't be changed, people still subconsciously think that the demons are not a good thing.

Jun Yuanhua's dark eyes rolled and stared at his face for a while, and he didn't express his indignation, but muttered: "It stinks to death."

Quan Sanqi almost recited it.

His family's flowers and trees are lush and fragrant, where is the smell!This is slander!

He is jumping here, Yuanhua has already turned a corner, ghosts and demons are naturally at odds, and they hate each other. As soon as he entered the house, he could smell the smell of demons in this mansion. Quan San insisted No, he didn't bother to refute it, anyway, it's none of his business, even if the demons mixed in, murdered and set fire, it wasn't his business.

Quan San got angry on the spot for a while, and had to catch up to take care of this ancestor. This time he said something else: "Taisu Sword Sect sent a sword letter to Tianguan City a few days ago, and will send someone to Go to the dangerous building to invite the witch master to go to Kunlun Mountain. If you want to visit the witch master, you may have to hurry up your schedule, or you can go with the disciples of the Taisu Sword Sect. They will stay in Tianguan City for two days. Their free ride, maybe the dangerous building is more willing to let people in."

This time Mr. Yuan Hua reacted, he thought for a while, his eyebrows frowned slightly, a kind of noble and arrogant temperament unconsciously revealed in his expression, Quan San held his breath.

"Taisu Sword Sect..." Yuan Huajun nodded suddenly, "No wonder he dared to make such a big show, it turned out to be an old acquaintance."

He often heard ghost girls gossip about news from all walks of life in Guishen. Of course, he also heard about the relationship between Sword Master Mingxiao and Demon Lord Mingxue.

Yuan Hua, who was a little out of his mind, made a set of self-consistent logic for himself, and didn't care about the question marks in Quan San's head, and walked away on his own.