old grace

Xie Qinghe was not in a hurry to chase Fu Chuan.

He has already thought it through.

Both he and Fu Chuan have space, if they walk separately, they will be at ease.Together, it is too troublesome to cover up.

After Fu Chuan was injured, he followed Xie Qinghe all the time, and the two of them squeezed into the narrow carriage, exhausted from running all the way.This time the two are acting separately, Fu Chuan will probably take the opportunity to recuperate in the space.He was chasing forward non-stop at this time, and he might miss Fu Chuan who was hiding in the space.

Xie Qinghe only needs to rush to the Yaji town in the north at the appointed time to meet Fu Chuan.

Since he was not in a hurry to chase after his junior brother, Xie Qinghe leisurely cooked the most satisfying meal recently in the space, sat in the yard and ate it leisurely, after washing the cooking utensils, he smoked his hands with aroma and cooked Serve a pot of tea, take out the two boards of the newly bought spring knife paper, cut them into suitable sizes, try the newly bought ink sticks and inkstones, and compare the relationship between the chubby girl, the tree of reincarnation, and the flower of passion but not bitterness. The small loop is recorded.

Good pen, good ink, good paper.Even the mood of writing has improved.

Xie Qinghe took two more boards of emerald paper, copied a few fairy poems, and couldn't help but draw a road map of Qi as he wrote it...

This kind of paper and characters can be bound and left to future generations.Xie Qinghe nodded with satisfaction.

Over the years, Xie Qinghe has always had the idea of ​​collecting spiritual materials for exercises, enriching the storage in the space, and using them for future generations.

Spiritual material is something that cannot be expected, and Xie Qinghe can't conjure it out of thin air.

The exercises are different.

Xie Qinghe is good at learning and debating, and can draw inferences from one instance, so he has experience in all kinds of avenues.

In his mind, the so-called exercises are nothing more than turning the infinite into the limited, and according to the different cognitions of each person's aptitude, he pursues the Dao in different ways.Therefore, in these years, apart from refining cold-blooded demons, he occasionally encountered not so bad demons. When he became a demon, he understood other people's lives and thought about it. If this person, how should he practice?

His intelligence is not strong enough to create a set of high-grade cultivation methods for everyone, but related attempts have been going on.

At the moment, he transcribed an article that he considers to be relatively mature, "Big Bending and Unbending". It is serious, but not more than [-] words, with meaningful sentences and difficult words. After drying the ink, Xie Qinghe bound it into a thin volume with a cover Write "Big Bending, No Bending", written by Xie Qinghe.

Looking at the thin book of mental methods, Xie Qinghe immediately had the pride of establishing a sect and being promoted to be the patriarch.

After the booklet was installed, he leaned on the deck chair under the tree and read what he had written from beginning to end.Well, this word is written well. When my disciples and grandchildren who don’t know how many generations will meet in the future, they will admire the beautiful words of Master Xie...

He finished admiring it slowly and didn't find anything crooked or damaged, so he got up with satisfaction.

The storage in the space is still empty.

Patriarch Ye Qingxu probably used the space as a warehouse, and put all messy things in it. Xie Qinghe once found a pile of messy exegesis books full of errors and omissions in the space of Patriarch Master, and there were also several packages of worthless peanuts and walnuts.

Xie Qinghe knows that this space may be reserved for future generations, and he doesn't want to be peeped by his disciples and grandchildren, so he never throws things in the warehouse.

He took the thin booklet he had just written and put it in the first shelf of the library bookcase.

This is the starting point for Master Xie to enrich the library.

Unexpectedly, Xie Qinghe suddenly felt that the sky was falling and the earth was falling apart before he tasted this smugness.

In the next moment, he was pushed out by the space and returned to reality.

Xie Qinghe entered the space in the middle of the night, and chose a place far away from official roads and rarely seen.It was daytime and afternoon, and there were farmers plowing in the fields in the distance. Fortunately, the busy farmers bent down to tend the land, and did not see Xie Qinghe who appeared out of thin air.

Xie Qinghe took a deep breath and touched his chin.

Fortunately, because the beard was too hard to stick, he didn't tear it off even when he was sleeping in the space, and it was still on his face at the moment.

The space has been upgraded.

Because he put a book in the treasury, which was completely realized by himself, the space was upgraded directly!

Everlasting Grass reminded that the growth of space is closely related to his practice.I thought that only by cultivating in space can I lead the growth of that world, but today I know that is not the case.All his mind-cultivation and realizations when he became a demon were compiled into a book, and the space is fully recognized.

Moreover, about space attribution is different.

Back then, Patriarch's space was upgraded and sealed for three years, but Xie Qinghe's own space was only sealed for three days.

"Just playing with me..." Xie Qinghe has nothing on his body, not even shoes, only a pair of wooden clogs.

Thinking about not being afraid of being exposed when he set off alone, he put all his belongings in the space, food, drink, clothes... Feiyuan is in the space, even the uncle is in the space!It's all right now, there is not a single copper plate all over his body.

The time he agreed to meet with Fu Chuan was two days later.

Space upgrades will be closed for three days.

Xie Qinghe let out a long breath.

How to do?

let's go.

When fully equipped, Xie Qinghe likes to avoid people on the road, and it is best not to be disturbed.

Now that there was only one piece of clothes left on his body, Xie Qinghe resolutely admitted his cowardice and walked towards the official road.On the way to Dragon City, no matter what the season, there would be caravans of all sizes.Xie Qinghe intends to find a caravan to buy a car, and then to eat, it is not difficult with his ability.

In order to avoid people chasing Fu Chuan last night, Xie Qinghe took a small road, and now he has to walk sideways for a while if he wants to rub the car on the main road.

In the middle of the afternoon, the sun was quite strong.

Xie Qinghe found a tree branch on the side of the road as a stick, and made a grass ring for himself, trying to block the sun.

Now he is weak and cannot drink raw water, and the clean water is all in the space, even the pot for boiling water is thrown in the space!You can only avoid the heat as much as possible and reduce the frequency of drinking water.

Leaning on a cane and wearing a straw sun hat, Xie Qinghe walked forward as fast as he could without sweating.

He had no water to drink and was forced to walk so slowly.

I can't stand him tall and straight, with a chic demeanor.In the eyes of others, he is just an old gentleman with a strong and immortal style, walking casually, with clean eyes.Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.What's the matter with Lu Yuan?What does it matter if the future is rough?Just go.

Gradually, the road got closer, and the crowds carrying burdens and driving ox carts also increased.

Xie Qinghe doesn't mind riding in an ox cart.It's just that the bullock cart was full of bamboo cages, and raw chickens and ducks were crowded inside. Even if he didn't dislike chickens and ducks dropping manure everywhere, there was no room for him to sit in the bullock cart.Another look at the thin man leading the ox cart.Xie Qinghe didn't dare to ask for his water—mostly raw water.

Wait, find a larger caravan.Xie Qinghe comforted himself, don't worry.

After fully walking on the main road to Dragon City, the road surface is much wider, and there are more caravans coming and going.

Before Xie Qinghe waited for the selection, he had just shifted to the side of the road, intending to knock the sand stained on his clogs, when a caravan with bulging bags staggered in front of him.

A carriage in the middle of the caravan stopped, and a young man jumped out: "Old man, you are polite!"

Xie Qinghe had no choice but to give up knocking on his shoes, showing an amiable smile: "Kids are polite."

"My master, may I ask where the old man is going? If you go north, you can go with my family's caravan. You have to travel hard alone, and we still have space in the car." This young man obviously rarely talked to outsiders, and his face was flushed with nervousness. "No money! And tea!"

Xie Qinghe glanced back and said with a smile: "Thank you for your master's kindness, I appreciate it. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient."

It is not easy for Gein to live a long life by respecting the elderly in this year.Xie Qinghe is an old man, and his description is not simplistic. If the owner of this young man wants to invite Xie Qinghe to accompany him, he will never let the young man come to talk.Unless, the boy's owner is a woman.

The young man was obviously at a loss, and ran back to the side of the carriage again, gesticulating anxiously.

The people in the car seemed to say something, the boy ran to the front and shouted: "Uncle, Uncle!"

The stalwart young man leading the team on horseback turned around and asked, "But miss, what do you want?"

The young man shook his head: "Aniang asked you to invite that old man to ride with us in our car." He lowered his head a little dejectedly, "I'll invite him, but he won't."

Xie Qinghe heard it clearly and couldn't laugh or cry.Why is this kid talking nonsense?Where am I not willing?

Fortunately, the young man didn't misunderstand, he rode back all the way, turned over and said, "Old man is polite."

Xie Qinghe found it interesting.This person is obviously a trainer, and I'm afraid his skills are not weak, so he serves as a bodyguard for the caravan?

"Feng Huan, the steward of Wuxing Shengtonghe, this is our Shengtonghe caravan."

"This time the third lady from Shengtonghe is the one who escorted the goods to Beijing. The third lady eats snacks and prays to Buddha. She respects the elderly and the weak. If your old man is going north alone, why not go with us. Not to mention the high bed and soft pillow, the car There is always a place for you, and hot tea is always enough."

Without waiting for Xie Qinghe's answer, Feng Huan had already called out loudly: "Liao Si, move me to a place for the old man!"

Xie Qinghe really couldn't move anymore, and said with a smile: "It's better to obey than to be respectful. I appreciate it."

Xie Qinghe was assigned to the carriage driven by Liao Si.

There were already two people sitting in the car, one was a yellow and thin boy, and the other was a silent middle-aged man with a missing leg.

Liao Si quickly made room for Xie Qinghe, and explained: "This child is sick, but you are human, don't be afraid. There is tea in the pot, it may not be very hot, and I will cook some fresh for you at the camping place." of!"

Xie Qinghe thanked him and sat on the side of the carriage.The people in the car didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, so he leaned against the car door to rest for a while.

After Liao Si settled him down, the carriage quickly started driving again.

Xie Qinghe had nothing to do, and looked at the caravan back and forth. Shengtonghe had a total of twelve carts of goods, and another five carts carrying people and daily necessities.Most of the guys who escorted the goods walked, taking turns to rest on the shafts for a while.Some skilled bodyguards like Feng Huan rode horses, leading the front and back.Overall, this is a caravan that is neither too big nor too small.

Xie Qinghe counted the number of people walking outside, and asked: "These cars should be used by shop assistants?"

Liao Si was very surprised that he would think so, and he denied it immediately: "The guys are driving the truck. We have a lot of goods and the car is slow, so we can't go far in a day, and we can still sit in the car for a while, and we are used to walking." Yes. These cars were originally filled with the cages of Miss Bodhisattva."

The old man shook his head while talking, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Miss San is kind, she doesn't want to see people suffer. She just picks up people along the way. Oh, old man, I'm not talking about you! Free ride, but young people have to give you a seat."

The carriage was separated by a curtain, Liao Si hinted at the inside of the carriage gossipingly, and said, "Not long after leaving Wuxing, I met the donkey and his wife."

"The doctor didn't know how to diagnose and treat it. He said it was a disease of the rich and the rich. He couldn't run and jump, couldn't be tired, and had to be fed with all kinds of precious medicinal materials. At first he treated it at home, but after the treatment, my father didn't want it. He said it's better to take advantage of it. Young and reborn."

"Father is not like a real father, but mother is a real mother. His mother refused, and the two of them were driven out of the house to fend for themselves. What kind of life can a woman with a sick child have? When we were begging along the road, we met the three of us. Miss, I brought it with me. With such a big child, he can't do anything, and he would faint at every turn... Third Miss also said that she went to Longcheng to find a famous doctor for him." Not convinced.

As for the middle-aged man who lost his leg, Xie Qinghe could roughly guess what happened to him without Liao Siduo's explanation.

The third lady is so soft-hearted, seeing a disabled person with a missing leg walking on the road with crutches, naturally she has to ask a question or two, and take a ride in her own carriage.

Liao Si only cares about gossip but doesn't talk about the middle-aged man.After all, the child dare not protest with him, but the middle-aged man who is separated by a curtain is likely to resist.If he talked about other people's pain points, and the middle-aged people heard him making a fuss, the third lady might not forgive him lightly.

It sounds like she is really a young lady who is raised in a deep boudoir and has a soft heart.

This is a caravan heading for Dragon City, and it will definitely pass through Yaji Town.Xie Qinghe calculated the speed of the caravan, and if there were no accidents, he would definitely be able to catch up with the time he agreed with Fu Chuan, so he felt relieved and followed the caravan to eat, drink and rest.

What made Xie Qinghe feel weird was that the caravan could clearly arrive at the front town to rest before the sun went down, but they camped in the valley five miles away from the town.The guys in the caravan skillfully took out the tents, set up a bonfire, and soon the aroma of food wafted.

Liao Si brought Xie Qinghe a bowl of porridge and a plate of wild vegetables, saying that the man had just gone to the field to pick them.

Xie Qinghe looked at the plate of green and tender rapeseed, and thought to himself, the vegetables that others have worked so hard to grow in the fields, do you call them "wild vegetables"?Are all wild vegetables in the wild?Forcing wild vegetables, if someone pinches them, it's not considered stealing vegetables, right?

...it was quite fragrant.

Xie Qinghe sat down in the valley full of bonfires, full of food and drink, thinking wildly.

My space has been upgraded, and it seems that I can grow vegetables.How about growing some rapeseed?It was delicious.

Gotta grow some lettuce too.How is lettuce grown?Does it grow in the soil?

Fifteen years have passed in a flash, Su Jindou is about to be released after serving his sentence, and he has to find another bad farmer, otherwise who will farm for me?Well, lessons learned, this time I have to find a particularly bad one.The crime is so serious that it can be locked in the space to farm, and it will not be given out for a lifetime...

Before going to bed, Liao Silai arranged a mattress for Xie Qinghe, that is, a dirty mattress and a cloak.

There are tents to block the wind, and bonfires are burning everywhere, but it is not too cold.

Xie Qinghe will rub against other people's car tomorrow, and now he is too embarrassed to dislike his mattress, so he untied his outer robe and spread it on the floor. Fortunately, the cloak that Liao Si sent was clean, so he reluctantly lay down.As for washing your face and feet with hot water... then really don't think about it.

When I was with my junior brother, even though he disliked me for being troublesome, the water was still boiled well for me.Xie Qinghe thought of Fu Chuan's good words.

Xie Qinghe lay down quite well, but did not fall asleep.

Living in the valley with so many people is also a very interesting experience.Xie Qinghe immersed himself in it and realized the practice.

Silent night.

Except for Xie Qinghe, everyone in the camp seemed to have fallen asleep.

Donkey Dan, who was sleeping next to Xie Qinghe, got up lightly. He was young and thin, so he didn't have a strong sense of presence during the day, and his figure at night was as faint as a cloud of smoke.

Xie Qinghe listened to his movements and speculated about his intentions.Steal?What else?

Who knew that the child didn't take anything, just sneaked into the night like this, running farther and farther...

Xie Qinghe was confused by him.

According to what Liao Si said, the child is sick and can't work hard. What's more, doesn't he have a mother?Why did you run away by yourself?

In order to accommodate and help passers-by as much as possible, the carriages of the caravan are assigned positions according to men and women.In fact, there were not many women who traveled alone for long distances. The third young lady picked up old, weak, sick and disabled men along the way, and the donkey's mother was arranged in the third young lady's carriage.

The most interesting thing is that not long after Donkey Dan ran out, there was movement in Miss San's carriage.

A light and agile figure flitted out without a sound, and chased in the direction of the donkey's egg.

... Donkey's mother?

Or, that Bodhisattva daughter, the third lady?

Xie Qinghe's eyelids twitched.

This startled him for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he released a ray of cultivation and chased after him with lightness kung fu.

Xie Qinghe diverted his cultivation base of suppressing demons to use lightness kung fu, which won't last long.Once detected by the demons in the body, the group of unwilling demons will continue to do things one after another. Even if dozens of waves are burned by him, the remaining demons will not be afraid of death.

Fortunately, Donkey Dan is a frail child, not only doesn't know light work, he can't even run.

He didn't go far, and Xie Qinghe didn't go far after him.

Under the moonlight, a slender figure was wearing a plain white gauze dress, with only a golden flower on her long black hair because she had washed up and went to bed.

"Donkey, where are you going? Why don't you stay in the camp and sleep?"

Third Miss spoke softly and softly, as if she was teaching her naughty brother a lesson, "It's so dark, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Donkey Dan was trembling all over, and his teeth were chattering: "You are the ghost!"

with a snap.

Six feet away, Third Miss slapped her hand, and the emaciated donkey egg fell to the ground with a bang.

The third lady's tone is still soft and soft: "Children can't talk nonsense. My sister is so beautiful, how can she look like a ghost?"

"You are not a ghost, why do you eat people? You ate Uncle Awen, and you ate my Auntie! You are a ghost!" The donkey shivered on the ground for a long time, and suddenly said, "Come and eat me, I Don’t be afraid of you! I’ve become a ghost, so I can kill you!”

Third Miss let out a chuckle, and said with a smile, "Children's ideas are really interesting. But, I won't eat you."

She walks under the moonlight, and when she walks, the stars disappear under her feet, without a trace of ghosts and ghosts, more like a fairy under the moon.

Xie Qinghe had already grasped a leaf, and gathered Qi in his fingertips.

Who would have thought that Miss San didn't kill Donkey Dan, she slapped Donkey Dan on the sleeping hole, and lifted him up with two fingers: "You are a born heart quencher, a treasure dedicated to Elder Yu. It's a waste of money to eat you like this."

Seeing that the third lady was about to walk back with the donkey egg, Xie Qinghe hurried back to the camp first, and lay down back to his seat.

Not long after, the third lady brought the donkey back and buckled it directly on her car.

The night passed.

After the caravan had breakfast and prepared hot food for the afternoon, they were ready to leave.

Liao Si told Xie Qinghe: "Our caravan is already walking slowly. We set up camp once a day and eat two hot meals. We don't stop at noon and eat some half-hot cold food. If your old man can't digest it, I will use hot food at noon. Warm a bowl of porridge with water."

Xie Qinghe thanked again and again, and asked, "Why don't you see the donkey egg?"

Liao Si also had two points of resentment: "I went to find my mother in the middle of the night, and I insisted on staying with her. No, I squeezed into the third lady's car. A wild child who doesn't understand the rules! Our third lady is too good-natured, this This kind of child who doesn't know what is good or bad, just reprimand and throw it out!"

Xie Qinghe thought to himself, if you see her appearance last night, I'm afraid you won't dare to secretly admire her again.

Without the donkey egg lying on the cart, Xie Qinghe's carriage is a lot looser.It's just that there is still a bitter face in the car, looking gloomy, instead of lying down and resting, it's better to sit by the car and chat with Liao Si as yesterday, and look at the scenery along the way.

The day passed by.

In the evening, the caravan chose to camp near the town and ate hot food again.

Xie Qinghe used hot water that night.He chatted with Liao Si all the way, coaxing Liao Si into a dizzy state, not to mention boiling water to wash his face and feet, if it wasn't for the fact that only the third lady in the caravan had a bathtub, Xie Qinghe might even take a hot bath.

There is hot water, and there are clean mattresses, but the quilts are still missing, and two cloaks are given.

Xie Qinghe was thinking about what kind of elder the third lady was going to give the donkey egg to, so she probably wouldn't immediately save the killer.Donkey Dan is a child, and he can't make waves under Miss San's hands at all, and the possibility of accidents is very small.So, he made his bed comfortably and got ready for sleep.

Sleep is the most nourishing, no matter how hard you practice, you can't sleep every day.Xie Qinghe is very conscious, he is still a patient.

I don't know that this night is not quiet.

Everyone in the camp was snoring everywhere, the young man named Feng Huan came out first, and focused on checking Xie Qinghe.

Xie Qinghe hastily pretended to be breathing in a deep sleep.

Feng Huan even pushed him with his hand.Xie Qinghe was startled, what do you mean by pushing me?Should I wake up or not?

Then I heard Feng Huan say: "He fell asleep. Didn't you say that he didn't drink the extra vegetable soup?"

A boy's voice sounded: "I saw that he didn't drink. But I can't stare at him all the time. Maybe he drank later? Besides, I sprinkled the material in the campfire. He is an old man who is afraid of the cold and has been guarding the campfire. On the side, it’s not surprising that the medicine is poured.”

Xie Qinghe was even more shocked.

He didn't drink vegetable soup because he didn't want to drink it, not because he found something wrong with vegetable soup.

He sat by the campfire for a long time, but he never smelled any drug.

What is the origin of this caravan?Is medicine so secretive?Even I can't detect it!

Xie Qinghe quickly inspected himself, and he was relieved when he found that he had no symptoms of poisoning or obsession.The medicine didn't work, it should be the automatic defense of his physique that has been practiced for many years.However, the drug use of this caravan must be novel and tricky, and definitely not the mainstream of the Central Plains. If it is denied, Xie Qinghe will definitely find out immediately.

The nephew and uncle checked everyone in the camp, and the third lady got out of the car slowly and said, "Where's the person?"

Feng Huan dragged out the poor man who was three tents away from Xie Qinghe. The third young lady's servant boy was about to bend over to wake him up, but was stopped by the third young lady: "I got some dirty dirty bastards along the way, Poor and stupid, no fun. Didn’t you pick up an old man yesterday? Get him here, and it will be useful today.”

Feng Huan dragged the poor man back again, covered him with a dirty clothes, and stepped across the crowd, intending to drag Xie Qinghe.

Xie Qinghe thought, I really want to see what tricks you guys are up to.But, if you want to hold me upside down and drag me all the way... the patriarch, that's absolutely impossible.My neatly combed hair bun can't agree either.

Feng Huan had already approached Xie Qinghe, and was about to bend down and stretch out his hand——

"Mo Qiangwei, your time of death has arrived." Suddenly voices came from all directions.

Feng Huan immediately retreated and stayed by Miss San's side.The boy said sharply: "Where is the sacred place? Why don't you show up and meet?"

Xie Qinghe has recognized that this is Fu Chuan's voice.

Fu Chuan has a straight-forward personality, he started fighting at the slightest disagreement, deliberately spreading rumors in all directions to pretend to be a ghost, probably because he found Xie Qinghe "sleeping" in the camp, and it is not known whether Xie Qinghe was really tricked, or just pretending.

Thinking that the child was probably cautiously playing tricks, Xie Qinghe sat up.

He sat up abruptly, and the people around him were still soundly asleep. The third lady, Feng Huan, and the young man were all taken aback, and instantly became wary of Xie Qinghe's direction.

Taking advantage of this momentary gap, Fu Chuan came from behind Feng Huan and pierced Feng Huan's throat with a single shot.

"It's you!"

The third young lady yelled coquettishly, her fingertips flickered with cold light, and they went straight to Fu Chuan's throat.

The point of Fu Chuan's gun was still on Feng Huan's neck, so he stood up and kicked Miss San's chest.

The third lady flew out three feet sideways, her chest hurt so badly that she wanted to burst, and she was so angry that she stared at her: "You still boast about being a son of a famous family. Are you still shameless?"

Fu Chuan landed next to Xie Qinghe without a trace, shook off the gun, and flung away Feng Huan's remaining blood, and said: "I'm going to kill you and I'm still a son of a famous family. Last time I was a gentleman and gave way every step of the way. You deceived me I was dizzy, wanted to kick my balls, and even grabbed the sand on the ground and hit my eyes. I was thinking that you are not even a human being, why do you want me to remember that you are a woman, and you want to let you?"

Xie Qinghe also felt that Fu Chuan's kick was not a gentleman, after all, the opponent was a woman, so how could he kick her in the chest?

After Fu Chuan finished refuting Miss San, his eyes were on Xie Qinghe.

Xie Qinghe understood immediately.The younger brother doesn't need to talk nonsense with the third lady at all. He said so much to explain to me.

Presumably, Fu Chuan was more afraid of scolding a tricky woman with a collapsed chest in Tangjia Village last time, and I was afraid that Xie Qinghe would reprimand him again for not being a gentleman.

"Master, this woman escaped from the Yangliu River." Fu Chuan further proved to Xie Qinghe that this woman is not a good person, "She eats people! She ate her brother and sister, and she will eat her own in the future." child!"

Star Swallowing Cult.

A descendant of Shangguan Xixiu.

Xie Qinghe sneered: "She eats more than her own blood."

How crazy is this woman?

After Yangliuhe Manor raised slaves for food, the whole rivers and lakes were in an uproar.

Although the focus is on Fu Chuan, who was wronged, but with such a large amount of attention, almost all the aristocratic families know about the demon cult's cannibalism and sacrifice.The third lady is still the same.On the way to Dragon City with the caravan, she dared to pick up the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled along the way. In the middle of the night, she fell in love with the bodyguards of the caravan who didn't know about it, and directly "enjoyed" the "sacrifices" she picked up in the camp.

Donkey said that she ate Uncle Awen and his mother, I'm afraid it was true.This bodhisattva daughter really can eat people.

The most rampant thing is that she dares to continue to do evil and eat people on the cusp of such a storm, with great fanfare, sitting in the open air!

The third lady let out a lazy laugh, and looked Xie Qinghe up and down: "Are you also a member of the Hanjiang Sword Sect?"

"Master, I'm so angry. She's too bad." Fu Chuan squeezed the spear tightly, "I'll kill her first!"

Xie Qinghe has already handed over the investigation of the Swallowing Sect to Yun Chao.It can be seen that apart from Yangliuhe Manor, the Star Swallowing Cult has other lairs.Since the third lady was not the only clue, and she offended the younger brother so hard, Xie Qinghe didn't stop her.

Just kill it.How much talk do you spend with the wicked?

The third lady wields double swords, and the two short swords are hidden in her sleeves, and the cold light overflows in the night.

This kind of exquisite kung fu in close-to-body fighting is very useful in sneak attacks and assassinations, and it is also very advantageous when encountering external kung fu masters who can only use brute force.Unfortunately, what she met was Fu Chuan who was holding a spear.

Fu Chuan's spear is six feet two inches long, and once he wields it, Xie Qinghe will not try to fight close to him, because he will not be able to get in at all.

A spear versus a dagger is a completely one-sided massacre.

After a while, the third lady was stabbed six times by Fu Chuan, and blood flowed down.

——Miss San is very good at lightness kung fu, Fu Chuan is merciless, every time he stabs at the vital point, he can always be missed by Miss San.

Xie Qinghe frowned slightly.

Fu Chuan was also a little angry: "Where did you learn this wind fluttering technique?!"

The third lady's gauze skirt was stained with blood, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her smile became sweeter: "Guess?"

There was a local sound.

Third Miss suddenly stopped laughing.

At some point, Xie Qinghe picked up his branch that was leaning on the ground, and pressed it against the disabled middle-aged man's throat.

Just before Flint Lightning.

The sleeping middle-aged man suddenly made a move, and slashed at Xie Qinghe's vest with his palm.

Seemingly defenseless, Xie Qinghe tapped his hand, and at some point, there was an extra branch in his hand, and the branch was caught on an extremely delicate joint on the wrist that sneaked up on him.

A click.

The middle-aged man's wrist was dislocated, showing signs of fracture.

The branches that had been leaned on the ground were covered with sand and bloomed faintly, and they were so dirty that they pressed against the throat of the middle-aged man.

Fu Chuan laughed and said: "He is your trump card? If he throws a dagger at me in the chaos, it will be more lethal. Who is not good to sneak attack, my uncle?" Laughed twice, "Ha, ha."

The middle-aged man was pressed against his throat, unable to speak a word.

Miss San didn't speak anymore.

Only the shy boy asked, "When did you find out?"

"Just now." Xie Qinghe always felt that this dull middle-aged man was a little strange, but he couldn't think of why.

He has never found anything wrong with this middle-aged man.Including last night when the donkey egg escaped, the third lady went to recover it, and he followed to watch the excitement.No abnormality was found in the middle-aged man along the way.If he was with Miss San, why didn't he tell Miss San that Xie Qinghe chased him out last night?

It wasn't until Fu Chuan appeared, saying that Miss San was an evil descendant who had escaped from Yangliuhe Manor, that he suddenly understood the strangeness of that middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has a disabled leg.

His disability started at the base of the thigh, and nothing below, so that when he sat in the carriage, the carriage was not very crowded.

What kind of accident can break a person's leg so neatly?

If it is a sacrifice of evil cultivators, this makes sense.

"You slept next to me last night, you should know that I chased her out. Why didn't you remind them?" Xie Qinghe moved his branch slightly.

The middle-aged man still had a dull look, as if he was talking about someone else's business: "Your lightness kung fu is too high."

Third Miss burst into tears, choked up and said: "Master, I knew that you still love me. Do you think he is too good at kung fu, why don't you just wait and see what happens instead of tearing his face apart?"

The middle-aged man said flatly: "I didn't expect you, an idiot, to catch him for entertainment tonight."

Third Miss was choked and speechless.

"You can't kill me." The middle-aged man said.

Xie Qinghe was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because my surname is Shangguan."

The middle-aged man slowly rolled his eyelids and glanced at Xie Qinghe, "Because the head of your Hanjiang Sword Sect is also surnamed Shangguan."

This is his trump card!

The third lady had been trained to bow her head down, but now she heard the middle-aged man throwing out this killer move, and saw with her own eyes that there was a trace of panic and anger in Fu Chuan's eyes, and the pride in her heart burst out instantly, and her eyes became radiant and bright , extremely proud.

You hunted me down aggressively.

But do you know that the head of Shangguan, who you fear like a god in your heart, is likely to be of the same line as us!

Fu Chuan thought of the lightness kung fu that Miss San had obtained from the Hanjiang Sword School, and also heard that this person said that his surname was Shangguan, and his heart was indeed a little shaken.When I was confused and panicked, I saw Xie Qinghe, who was still smiling and seemed to be easy to discuss, and tapped lightly——

The branch touched the middle-aged man's forehead.

In the next second, the middle-aged man died!

"Uncle Master?"

"Ah."

"You just..."

"fine."

Don't say that he knows the ins and outs of this evil cultivator. Even if he doesn't know, even if the master really comes from the same line as them, he can still make decisions for the master and clean up the sect.