The painting fan has a weak breath and is still wise, but just because she was lucky for a moment, she changed color when she saw the person coming.
The son walked slowly beside her.
The fox spirit at this moment is nothing but an abandoned pawn that has no value. It is better to be forgotten than to be remembered and make up for it.
The painting fan didn't dare to let out the air, for fear of leaving and returning, the young master remembered himself, and gently raised his hand to send himself completely to the road to Huangquan.
She regrets it extremely now, regretting that she had turned back in greed for a while, and wanted to come to a fisherman to benefit, but she didn't know that she was a ridiculous mantis, thinking that she was holding the cicada in her palm, but there was a oriole waiting behind her.
Fortunately, the son did not look at her.
All his attention fell on the man not far away.
Jiufang Changming.
This strange name, together with this strange person, appeared in Hongluo Town like a meteorite from the sky.
At first, the young master didn't take this person and his companions to heart at all. For him, Hongluo Town is a highway to Kyushu, and there are many people who come and go every day, and there are many monks and strange people. These two people are just a small episode, they are nothing .
But the wind and snow came unexpectedly, many people stayed here, and many incidents occurred out of thin air. Even these two uninvited guests were also involved in this turmoil and became a mess that disrupted the chess game.
Since it is a mess, it should be completely eliminated. He just tried to test it, and the other party was caught in a plot. In addition, he played against him before, and he must have suffered a lot of injuries. It’s just that the son can’t figure out the details of the other party, and he doesn’t know Jiufang Changming’s injury. How much.
He has always been cautious, and he wants to be foolproof in everything, so he naturally refuses to fall for this person.
"Daoist friend Jiufang, right? I don't know where you come from, and I don't want to ask. We met by chance and have the same strength. We should cherish each other and talk about heroes. Now you are meddling in your own business, for the sake of these insignificant beasts and me. It's a pity to be an enemy." The son was sincere and didn't make a rash move.
He is waiting, waiting for the opposite to reveal the flaws, seeing the strength of the opposite, and then killing him in one fell swoop.
When Huafan heard his words "beasts", she shuddered slightly. She suddenly realized that her fate was not good because she was too fanciful and thought she could negotiate conditions with the son, but she didn't know that she was the same as A Rong. In the eyes of the other party, it is nothing but a disposable gadget that can be discarded. In vain, she is fanciful, thinking that she can take advantage of Jiufang Changming, but the son is actually using himself to test how serious the injury is on Jiufang Changming.
Once she understands this, Huafan loses any luck and hope, and now she just wants to find a chance to escape, escape far away, and save her own life.
Blood ran down Changming's chin and dripped into the snow.
His waist was slightly bent, but his spine was not completely broken, and he still stood very stable, with the sword in his hand leaning on the ground.
This seemingly weak posture has the most rigorous and perfect defensive posture, and the spiritual power of the whole body is harmonious and flawless.
Because of this, Young Master didn't act rashly. He wanted to kill, but he didn't want to be killed.
"Can I know, what are you doing in Hongluo Town?"
Seeing that the son didn't answer, Chang Ming let out a low laugh.
"If you are a demon cultivator, killing people can refine your soul, and you can make a cauldron. Human life is indeed useful to you, but you don't have the slightest aura of a demon cultivator, and you drove the fox spirit dream demon to make a scene in Hongluo Town. A murder case, the people who died were ordinary people, none of them were monks, I don’t think it was for your benefit. Unless—you are trying to frame the blame?”
He could feel the breath of the person on the opposite side being released. It was as sharp as a scabbard sword, and it exploded suddenly.
Chang Ming had to seal against it, but he still took three steps back.
Three steps, no more.
Any more will reveal the essence of weakness and be noticed by the other party.
The ferocious falcon will immediately pounce with its keen sense of smell and tear its prey to shreds without hesitation.
But the other party's reaction can only prove that he is right.
"Who is it to blame? There are people in Hongluo Town who you want to kill, but you can neither kill nor let the fox spirit and dream demon do it, because they are not the opponents of that person, are they?"
The son said lightly: "Friend, if you know too much, you often die sooner. You are obviously an outsider, but why do you have to take a trip to this muddy water? I am also curious, what is the benefit to you?"
Chang Ming sighed: "I have a story here, but maybe it's too long for you, you must not have the heart to listen to it."
Young Master: "If you don't say it, how do you know I don't want to hear it?"
Chang Ming: "If I say, this story is related to the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, are you still interested?"
Young Master: "Tell me about it."
When he said this, his hand was already slightly clenched, ready to attack, just waiting for the other party to have a slight flaw, and immediately shot.
Jiufang Changming was not as calm and relaxed as he seemed on the surface.
He could feel the fox poison on the back of his hand spreading to his body at a fast speed. His limbs were full of bones, and his meridians and eight meridians were like burning weeds. With just a little wind, it immediately spread over the mountains and fields, burning and burning, and the pain was slashed into the flesh with a knife. , and then slowly gouging down, picking apart the bones and muscles, plucking out the flesh and blood, and finally stabbing the tip of the knife into the deepest heart, cutting the heart into pieces, suffering but not dying, hanging and tortured.
Fang Caihuafan wanted to plot against him, and Changming broke through in a desperate situation. He recalled the past, and even the details of the past that were blurred by his wandering in the Yellow Springs were all poured into the sea of knowledge, and the cultivation base was restored to the eighty-nine years after more than a hundred years. Cheng, he was originally like this, and the person in front of him should be evenly matched, but the old injury and the attack of fox poison made Chang Ming look like he was wearing shackles, and his behavior was heavy.
Fox poison is not an ordinary poison. The fox's nature is good and charming. It often evokes desires and human nature deep in the heart, magnifying the seemingly ordinary people or things countless times on weekdays, disrupting reason and affecting judgment, and his weakness is—
Chang Ming tried his best to suppress his messy breathing, as long as he exposed a little bit, the person on the opposite side would immediately notice it.
This is the unique enemy Jiufang Changming has ever seen in his life. It is even more terrifying and unfathomable than Shengjue and Chunchi in Wanlian Buddha Land, the head of the demon, Princess Linglong, and others. This person's cultivation base is actually higher than later, because at this time, this person is still himself, instead of taking the body of his apprentice and borrowing the power of others.
"In the past, there was a person who was in a high position and had an extraordinary cultivation base. Looking at the world, he was already the dragon and the phoenix among the monks, one of the best. If there is someone in the world who can rise to immortality, it must be him."
Chang Ming adjusted his breath and used the story he told slowly to cover up his own injury.
The son narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing whether he noticed.
"Many people regard him as the hope of the Taoist sect, and he himself thinks so. Until his first retreat and cultivation after reaching the realm of a great master, he encountered unprecedented obstacles. He could not find the ladder that could reach the sky. At first, he felt that he was wrong, and he kept looking for other ways. He traveled all over the world, visiting capable people and hermits, alchemy for medicine, and magical treasures. Unfortunately, he found nothing. He began to realize that it was not his own problem, but the world , there is something wrong with this world."
"The story of fellow Daoist is very novel. I thought you were going to tell about the unparalleled love story of a man and a woman." The young master smiled slightly, his eyes swept over Chang Ming with murderous intent, and pointed at Chang Ming in the opponent's hand. sword.
Zheng!
The spiritual powers of the two clashed in the middle, and the swords returned with a clear and long sound, and the spiritual powers canceled each other out.
This round tried a little bit and ended in a dead end.
Young Master still can't determine how serious the other party's injury is.
"Daoist friend knows that he is a well-informed person at first glance. If it is not novel, how can I be so embarrassed to tell it?"
Chang Ming gently wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips with his thumb, his body straightened, and his eyes became brighter.
Could it be that there really is a way in this world that allows the other party to heal their wounds in just a few moments? Seeing this, Young Master couldn't help but be suspicious.
"You keep talking."
"He finally knew that heaven and earth have their own laws and restrictions since the beginning of their creation. No matter how high their cultivation base is, they will not be able to soar. Cultivation to the end is not liberation, but demise. Xian, it is a scam from the very beginning, or, in other words, it is just the wishful thinking of cultivators throughout the ages. He is not willing to end up like this, and he does not want to be one of these losers. He wants to take a completely different path from his predecessors. To truly ascend, one must gain immortality and a unique and powerful power."
Changming said while staring at each other.
The son is dressed in a black robe, and like Mr. An, he hides his true face under the black robe, but his body movements will not deceive people. If his heart is shocked, details will naturally be revealed. Just like now, the other party's fists are clenched, and it is clear that he is always bright. The story has already reached his heart.
"who are you?"
Youyou's tone went from far to near, and it was in the blink of an eye. The son was impatient and waited any longer. He chose to shoot!
If you don't make a move, it's already done, and if you make a move, you must take Changming's life!
Chang Ming was already prepared, his mind moved slightly, and the Chang Ming sword was already in front of him, blocking the opponent's approach.
In an instant, the ground cracked, Yushan collapsed, dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning thundered, and the wind howled.
More than a hundred years later, Changming could not prevent the coming of the world, and could only choose to perish with Luomei with the cultivation of his life.
Back in time more than 100 years ago, two strong men of the world broke through the boundaries of time and space and faced each other in advance. Luomei was stronger than before, but Changming was still injured.
This ebb and flow, the sky is falling apart.
A Rong couldn't open his eyes in the gust of wind, and was pushed by the spiritual force, causing his body to fall out. He had to hug the pillar next to him to stabilize his body.
Not to mention the others, the seriously injured painting fan and several other fox tribes were like small boats that couldn't help themselves. They were rolled up and overturned in the huge waves, pushed up high, and fell down heavily. On the spot, some people vomited blood and died. The painting fan was smarter. Long before the two faced each other, he tried his best to climb to the low wall next to him, curling his body into an unnoticed corner.
The spiritual power on the opposite side is nibbling forward, while the barrier barrier in front of Chang Ming shrinks and retreats in an inch.
Severe pain came from his heart, he couldn't hold back his breath, not only the corners of his mouth, but also the corners of his eyes began to bleed.
Maybe this time, he is still a little bit worse.
Luomei from more than 100 years ago was too strong. At this time, he who was seriously injured was not an opponent at all. Chang Ming knew very well.
He has no fear of death, the only regret is-
Cloud did not think.
Cloud did not think.
cloud not thinking...
He opened his mouth slightly and silently described these three words.
Are you and me like a businessman forever, the news of life and death will never meet.