Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

Steep cliffs, narrow mountain roads, a train of horses galloping non-stop, and the business travelers on board all looked terrified.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Yao Dao who followed closely behind caught up.

Yaodao was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, and the whisk in his hand was three points stronger than the heavy sword. He cut off the limbs of the last few horses lightly, forcing the people on the carriage to jump off.

One of the escorts, named Fang Yesheng, who was also not a layman, took up a weapon to block the way of the demon, and ordered the rest to go first, and he himself cut off the rear.

Yao Dao floated in mid-air, and said with a smile: "With your cultivation, you dare to intervene?"

Fang Yesheng was well aware of his own strength, so he didn't talk to him too much. Holding his sword, luck and the demon began to wrestle.

Within a dozen or so rounds, he was defeated and was thrown onto the mountain wall by the Yaodao.

"If you meddle in your own business, you will have to pay the price."

Yaodao approached step by step, and wanted to get rid of Fang Yesheng first before finding the trouble of the business traveler. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in the middle of the road, and an ice edge shot over from a hundred miles away. A conspicuous streak of blood.

Yaodao was startled, and turned around to look for the attacker.

The person who came appeared behind him by himself and did not hide.

Yaodao turned his head, only to see a dark white robe approaching him in an instant, his throat hurt, and his body was destroyed by a sword.

The visitor stood still, retracted his sword, took out a small bottle from his arms, and put the soul of Yaodao who was about to escape into the bottle. After the suppression was completed, he turned around to check on Fang Yesheng's situation.

Fang Yesheng was dying, he opened his eyelids and looked at the person who came: "Junior Brother?"

The visitor's expression remained unchanged, and he tapped two acupoints to stop the passage for the injured man's spiritual power to escape. He spoke in a cold and indifferent voice: "You have three months left in your lifespan."

Fang Yesheng was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "Junior brother is indeed the first genius of my Qingjingmen in 200 years... I haven't seen you in ten years, and you have already broken through the return to the void... In the future, I am afraid that there will be few opponents in the world."

His younger brother listened quietly without answering.

Fang Yesheng sighed and said, "As long as I can live, it counts. It's just that I have a wish, and I can't go to the underworld safely if I don't fulfill it."

The younger brother turned his ears.

Fang Yesheng closed his eyes, and his expression was quite painful: "My son who has been separated for many years, stays with the child's mother at Jinque Mountain in Haijiao City... If he can also enter the Qingjingmen and practice with you, he will die without regret gone."

After hearing this, the white-robed youth said, "I'll go to Jinque Mountain later."

Knowing that he had agreed, Fang Yesheng was agitated for a moment, gasped for breath, and held his junior brother's hand: "From now on, I will leave this child to you..."

The last sentence of the white-robed youth was to ask a question: "What's your name?"

Fang Yesheng replied: "The child's surname is based on the child's mother. The single character is a wood, so it is called Ye Fai."

The young man in white robe wrote down his name, carried the seriously injured master on his back, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

Xiaoyao Bell parted, and Meng Hengliu was clean.

Meng Cang of the Qingjingmen stepped into the realm of returning to the void at a young age, leading the world alone, and it seems that the future is expected.

The fairy mountain on the sea, the deep courtyard in the mountain, the distant and long sound of the flute in the courtyard, arouses people's endless thoughts.

Meng Cang raised his sword and stepped into the courtyard of the person he was looking for.

The whistle stopped abruptly.

The man jumped down from the tree, patted the hem of his clothes twice, approached, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and said meekly: "Mr. Hengliu."

Meng Cang originally wanted to correct his address, but when he said it, it was not quite what he thought: "What tune did you play just now?"

The man replied: "I heard it from my old friend, but I don't know the name."

Meng Cang's breath was stuck in his heart, and it was hard to get rid of it.

As soon as the wind blew, the beard and hair on his forehead were brushed away, revealing a long and narrow red vertical mark in front of people.

Seeing the other party staring at his forehead, Meng Cang said calmly, "It's a birthmark."

He was born with it and has been with him for more than a hundred years.

Meng Cang subconsciously took a closer look at the person he was looking for. He was wearing a green shirt and a green robe, and his figure was thin. A jasper belt was loosely tied around his waist, but he didn't know why. He tied a red ribbon around his wrist, and tied an ordinary The brass bell is unspeakably weird.

Not to mention, the young man also wore a snake-shaped earring.

"Ye Fei?"

"it's me."

The flute player named Ye Fai smiled lightly, like the most enchanting flower in thousands of miles.

The author has something to say:

To be honest, I still prefer to write about the kind of mutual attraction when two people first met, ambiguous but not broken.

There are some jumps in these two chapters, and what happens later is explained.