Meng Mansion is extraordinarily quiet tonight.
Although the Meng family is rich, there are few masters in the house. Neither Meng Yun and his wife are extravagant people. There are not many people in the house, and Madam Meng is considerate. From the steward to the rough servant, let everyone go home and rest for two days.
Most of the servants walked away gratefully, and there were only a few left who were alone and had nowhere to go. Madam Meng also graciously asked them to go out and have fun.
So only Meng Yun and his wife were left in the house.
Mrs. Meng didn't know what reason she used to coax Meng Yun into having a drink in the small gazebo in the garden.
Meng Yun was a little worried: "Your illness is just right, the wind is a little cold tonight, why don't we go back to the house."
Mrs. Meng was specially dressed up tonight. Luodai painted eyebrows with rouge powder, jade hairpin earrings, and a jade bracelet around her wrist. The whole person looked very bright. Hearing Meng Yun's words, she smiled slightly, didn't speak, only shook her head lightly.
Meng Yun looked at her, in a trance, as if returning to the moment when he first met a few years ago. He missed it a little, and unconsciously revealed a sincere smile on his lips: "Time is not thin, Qingqing is still the same as before."
Madam Meng smiled and said, "In those days, Lang Meng asked me to draw eyebrows and tie hairpins to stay together. In a blink of an eye, it's been many years."
Meng Yun was stunned for a moment, drawing eyebrows with hairpins
When did he say these love words to Mrs. Meng
Meng Yun racked his brains to think about it, but when he didn't remember it, he just thought he forgot. But Mrs. Meng had never lied to him. He was ashamed of his forgetfulness. He quickly picked up the wine glass and smiled covertly: "Yes, it has been several years. Come and have a drink with Qing."
He and Mrs. Meng touched wine glasses, raised their heads, and drank them cleanly.
Mrs. Meng watched him finish drinking with a faint look in her eyes, and then raised her hand to put the wine glass to her lips, covered her sleeves slightly, raised her head slightly, and finished drinking.
Meng Yun played with the wine glass, tasted the aftertaste, and said, "I have never drunk this wine before, but it tastes good."
The wine glass was gently placed on the small table, making a slight collision sound, and Mrs. Meng said softly, "It's just ordinary wine." She took the scroll next to her and handed it to Meng Yun: "I asked someone to paint it. A painting, let Meng Lang take a look, but it can still catch your eye.”
Meng Yun didn't take the scroll, but just covered her hand, holding her hand and opening the scroll together.
It was a boudoir scene. Meng Yun in the painting was bending over slightly to paint Mrs. Meng's eyebrows. On the dressing table were a pair of hosta, a pair of jade earrings, and several accessories, which were exquisite and beautiful.
And Mrs. Meng was smiling gently, her bright eyes staring at Meng Yun, watching him clumsily holding a snail, thrushing her eyebrows at a loss.
It's not bad to draw a skin demon. It's a demon that is based on "painting". The painting is so lifelike that Meng Yun just looked at it, and it felt like he was there. Unconsciously, he let go of Mrs. Meng's hand and murmured. "Qingqing", he reached out and touched Mrs. Meng in the painting.
His fingertips touched the picture scroll, and the picture scroll suddenly lit up. The picture was surging like waves on the surface of the water, and ripples swayed in circles, pulling him inward!
However, Meng Yun looked in a trance and didn't notice this strange sight at all. He was like an unconscious traveler, stepping into the mud without knowing it, and his eyes were a little obsessed: "Qingqing is so beautiful... I'll paint her eyebrows for Qingqing. …”
When Madam Meng released her hand, the picture scroll did not fall, and just floated in front of the two of them, swallowing half of Meng Yun's arm.
Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Yun who was attentive in the painting, and then looked at Meng Yun who was in a trance outside the painting. Her eyes were a little wet, and a little despair was vaguely floating in the light of the water. After a while, she finally raised her head towards the painting. hand.
When she was about to touch the scroll, a sword stabbed in a rage, and with a single stab, it cut the scroll mercilessly from the middle—it also divided Meng Yun and Mrs. Meng in the painting into two.
The light on the picture scroll suddenly dissipated, everything returned to calm and hurriedly fell down.
Madam Meng's expression changed greatly, and she asked sharply, "Who!"
The picture scroll spit out half of Meng Yun's arm again. Meng Yun was pulled and loosened by an invisible force, and he stumbled, almost hitting his head on the pavilion column.
Meng Yun woke up, but before he had time to be at a loss as to what was going on, he saw Mrs. Meng's face instantly pale, and even her rouge couldn't hide her haggardness. She opened her lips slightly and spit out a mouthful of blood!
"Qingqing!" Fang Cai staggered and made him two steps away from Madam Meng. Seeing Madam Meng suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, Meng Yun didn't have time to think about it, and immediately went over to pick him up: "What's wrong with you? "
"She's going to kill you!"
Shen Zhixian came to the wind, grabbed a sleeve of Meng Yun, threw him behind him, tapped the long sword on the ground, and looked at Madam Meng with burning eyes: "Mrs Meng has harmed countless creatures, and she has stolen all these years of time. Should you be satisfied?"
Meng Yun was swayed by him, his head was dizzy, and he was slightly supported by Yan Jin who was following him. After he stood firm, he could see the appearance of the two of them. He was shocked and suspicious: "How did you come in? doing what?"
When he saw the blood on Mrs. Meng's lips, he was anxious and wanted to rush over again, but Shen Zhixian didn't turn his head back: "Stop him."
Yan Jin stretched out his long sword, although he did not draw the sword out of its sheath, but the momentum also shocked Meng Yun's heart, and his footsteps stopped.
When the picture scroll just fell, it happened to knock over the wine jug and the small stove. The small stove was used to warm the wine, and the charcoal fire was burning. At this time, it was knocked over and spilled. The half of the picture on which Meng Yun was painted was soaked in wine, touched the charcoal fire, and immediately burst into flames.
As the fire went out, Mrs. Meng's face became paler and paler. She stared blankly at Meng Yun in the painting disappearing into the fire. The tears in her eyes finally couldn't bear it anymore. Broken into pieces.
"It's gone, it's all gone..." She choked up, resting on the table with one hand, leaning over with difficulty to reach the picture scroll, but she had no strength, her fingertips were only a few feet away from the picture scroll, but still out of reach , but a small spark splashed on the back of her hand, burning her fair skin with many scars.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at Meng Yun in despair, and when she opened her mouth again, she sang in a mournful voice: "Brows and hairpins are in love, I promise to stay together... bro..."
She trembled all over: "Don't worry about Qingqing..."
Her voice was shrill, and Meng Yun was panicked by her voice. She was a little scared for a while, and after a moment of hesitation, she took a tentative step forward: "What's the matter?"
Mrs. Meng seemed to have no longer heard him, and sang the tune that the little thrush had sung that night repeatedly, exactly the same.
The ashes of the picture scroll were scattered everywhere by the wind. Madam Meng looked at the ashes, and her voice gradually became lower. There were many scenes floating in front of her eyes, some from these years, some from many, many years ago.
Many, many years ago, she was just a little thrush who had just grown into a human body. She was raised by a singing girl in the painting boat. She listened to the girl singing songs day and night, and even learned two voices.
She has just been able to cultivate into a human body and is very curious about everything. However, she also knew that she was different from ordinary people and could not change shape at will. She could only quietly become a human being and move about when the girl went out.
One day, while the girl was away, she became a human again. The feathers on his body resembled the girls he saw on weekdays and transformed into a beautiful dress.
It was very lively outside today. The girl went out early in the morning, and now she has not come back in the evening. Xiao Thrushi was so bored that she quietly pushed the door and went out.
As long as it's not a very strange-looking monster, the transformed human form will not be too ugly. The little thrush is very beautiful when he is still a bird, and even more beautiful when transformed into a human form. I couldn't help but feel pity.
In the end, she was still afraid of people, dodged, hiding in the corner and watching all this curiously. Who would have guessed that a young man happened to be drunk and came over, she couldn't dodge, and collided with the young man.
Brother Young Master saw this beautiful girl who was scared and embarrassed, and stopped. He didn't know if he drank too much or suddenly opened his mouth, and blurted out with a shock: "I suspect that a fairy is coming, Jiaoyan has a good color."
If it was another girl, she would only laugh at him at this moment because he is not fluent in rhythm, but it happened that he met a little thrush who didn't understand anything. The little thrush looked at him ignorantly, except to understand that the other party was complimenting her on her beauty. , did not understand anything else.
I was praised many times when I was a thrush, but it was the first time when I was a human. The little thrush was very happy, and immediately developed a great impression of this young man, but she soon saw the girl who raised the thrush walking into the room gracefully.
She panicked and couldn't care less, she lifted the skirt and turned around and ran.
Brother Young Master obviously had never seen such a timid girl in a painting boat before, he was stunned for a moment, and after seeing her running away, he shouted: "I haven't asked the girl's name yet, my name is Meng Yun, I don't know tomorrow—"
The little Thrush has completely disappeared, the son's voice stopped, he shook his head and laughed for a while, and his head was drunk, he stood for a while, and then went home.
Afterwards, everything seemed to flow smoothly.
After the little thrush turned back into a bird, she still thinks about that young master. She has very smart ears. She also heard his name that day, and heard him say "tomorrow". She was jumping around in the bird cage, every day. I hope that the girl will go out soon, so that she can change into a human form to meet Meng Yun.
No one noticed anything unusual about a thrush bird, and Meng Yun always thought she was a new girl in the painting boat. He was used to hanging around in the flowers, facing the little thrush, and there was no door on his mouth. Say anything when you're drunk.
But the girls he sees on weekdays are all experienced, know who is sincere and who is fake, and never care about making jokes about him, but Xiao Thrushi is different.
Emotions are always sudden and uncontrollable. It was when Meng Yun said with a smile that he was getting married one day, Xiao Thrushi suddenly realized that his mind had changed.
The more contact with the outside world, the more Xiao Thrushi understands, especially in a place like Huafang, she knows everything she should know and should not understand. Little Thrush asked cautiously, "Can we not get married?"
For her, can we not get married
She couldn't ask the latter sentence, because Meng Yun quickly answered her: "The day has been set, and I'm busy with my work lately, so I can't come here every day. Qingqing, you are here. This is fine, if there is a shortage of silver envoys, send someone to the Meng Mansion to find me and tell me."
Thrush pursed her lips, she saw the unspeakable determination in Meng Yun's eyes, and she knew that with her own persuasion, she would not be able to change Meng Yun's mind.
Meng Yun had told her before that he wanted a good wife who was knowledgeable and reasonable. Seeing that Meng Yun only likes to hang out with flowers every day, she thought he was joking, but who knows...
She replied sullenly, and watched Meng Yun leave in a hurry, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
After two days of silence, Xiao Thrushi made up her mind and left the boat.
The little thrush has been making trouble for a long time.
From Meng Yun's place, the trouble went to his fiancee's place.
How can serious people see the girl who came out of the painting boat, under the pressure of several parties, Meng Yun had to scold Xiao Thrush in front of everyone to make her give up.
Xiao Thrushi held back her tears, watched Meng Yun leave without turning her head, watched Meng Yun finally get married, and tied her eyebrows for another woman, her heart was twisted like a knife, and she almost went astray in the end.
The reason why she didn't make it to the end was because just before she was about to start, someone from the Undead City took her away.
"Stop wandering around in this world, and go to the city of immortality with me. You will be very happy there."
"Are you happy..." Xiao Thrushi asked a hundred years ago, "All my happiness now is only tied to that person, the city of immortality... Will there really be my happiness there?"
"Are you happy..." Mrs. Meng murmured a hundred years later, "It's all fake... I escaped from the city of immortality, and I found his reincarnation. In order to give me a visible identity, I didn't hesitate to create it. so many sins..."
She has the imprint of the Undead City on her body. As long as she is still a demon, the Undead City can follow the imprint to find her. In order to leave the city of immortality, she did not hesitate to give up her long life, only for a few years. In order to get rid of the demon body, she did not hesitate to make a deal with the monster, the monster suppressed her original body, and she looked for food for the monster.
She can't count how many sins she has dyed in her hands over the years. She finally shaped herself into the image of Meng Yun's most desirable wife, and finally got her wish to marry Meng Yun in this life and become his pillow. …
But she still couldn't be satisfied, couldn't be happy.
She once hoped to marry Meng Yun, but now she hopes that Meng Yun can belong to her completely.
"Why do you always go to those places... You've always been like this." Mrs. Meng finally grabbed the remaining half of the scroll, and the woman in the painting was also scorched by the flames. Mrs. Meng held on tightly. The painting scroll, pained, sad and desperate, "Would you like to go to the painting with me? There are only the two of us there, eternal peace, and we will never be separated again..."
Although she abandoned the demon body, Mrs. Meng could still feel that the peach blossom in the painting boat was not an ordinary person, and her paintings had inexplicable power, so Mrs. Meng went to ask for paintings, and when they got them, they would be in the city of undead. What I've learned, it's not difficult to trap the two together in the painting, but unfortunately... I hit a stumbling block on the way, and I fell short, ruining everything.
Madam Meng let out a shrill and hoarse cry. The half of the picture scroll suddenly lit up, and a ray of light enveloped her whole body. Madam Meng's figure gradually shrank and was finally engulfed in the painting.
Meng Yun came back to his senses from the shock, as if realizing something. After all, they were married for several years, and their friendship was not shallow. He temporarily cast aside his fear, and regardless of the obstruction of Shen Zhixian, he rushed over to pick up the half of the painting.
But the half of the painting was already on fire, and a group of small bird shadows flew out of nowhere and disappeared into the flames together.
Meng Yun rushed over, and didn't care about the fire, he quickly slapped the scroll, trying to put out the fire, but the scroll was already soaked in alcohol, and soon it burned to nothing but ashes. When the wind blew, the ashes were blown up, and the figure of Mrs. Meng appeared in the light smoke, and there was a small bird, looming in the air, watching him quietly.
"Qing... Qingqing?" Meng Yun dazedly stretched out his hand to touch the shadow, but another gust of wind blew the shadow away.
"Where's the person? Where's my wife?" Meng Yun was at a loss for a moment, then turned his head suddenly and asked.
Just as Shen Zhixian was about to speak, Shuanghui in his hand suddenly vibrated violently, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately said to Yan Jin, "Send him out, and if there is anyone else in the house, send him away."
He looked in the direction of the small courtyard from a distance, and his expression was a little solemn: "That thing is coming out."
No one knows what this monster is capable of. Shen Zhixian planned to take a look first and let Yan Jin send the person out first. However, Yan Jin was not very willing. Wishing to carry Meng Yun, who was struggling constantly, out of the house.
Shen Zhixian lifted his breath and jumped up, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the front of the small courtyard. The lock had already cracked and fell to the ground, and the remaining runes on it were still functioning. Shen Zhixian smashed it into powder without a word.
The aura surging around suddenly stagnates.
The wooden door was crumbling, Shen Zhixian kicked it open, pinched a trick to protect himself, and broke in.
Inside, there was smoky air, and there were corpses everywhere, most of which were little monsters. A mass of black air so thick that it was almost substantial was swimming on the ground, transforming into various shapes and making a hoarse roar, which was extremely terrifying.
This was probably the monster that Mrs. Meng had made a deal with. Shen Zhixian saw that the devilish energy was rolling around him, so he didn't dare to underestimate it, and stared at it cautiously.
Shen Zhixian had guessed that Mrs. Meng had separated her demon body from her human body, and the thrush was actually her body. Thinking that the little thrush climbed out of the yard... Most likely it was Mrs. Meng's deal with this monster. , she finds food for the monster, and the monster controls the monster body for her.
Shuang Hui was so excited that the sword spirit, who had only been alerted once a while ago, showed signs of soberness again. Shen Zhixian held the sword, took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and the sword move came out as he wanted, and he slanted towards the black man. Air sting.
The sword energy was icy, and the monster seemed to have sensed it too, and suddenly retreated backwards, making a gurgling sound of hot water boiling and bubbling.
This is Shen Zhixian's first actual combat since he read through the book. Even though there are many memories in his mind, he and Yan Jin have also practiced swordsmanship in ordinary times, but that's different. The sword behind the scabbard draws clouds and flows, and there is no strangeness at all.
Shen Zhixian had a little doubt in his heart, but soon he was attracted by this group of monsters.
This monster doesn't know anything, its strength is not weak, it can even be said to be very powerful. Shen Zhixian has been troubled by heart disease for a long time. Although he is still in the realm, his spiritual power can't keep up.
However, Yan Jin took Meng Yun out of the house, fearing that he would be killed by trespassing and worrying that he would disturb others by making a noise, so he could only quickly take him to the painting boat and threw it to the painted skin demon, and then rushed back quickly.
Before entering the mansion, he activated the formation that was originally set up around the Meng mansion, and now no one can enter and leave the Meng mansion at will.
The delay passed for a quarter of an hour. Following the induction of the contract, Yan Jin found Shen Zhixian, one person and one monster were fighting in full swing. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and joined the battle.
The two of them have come out of the same door, and they have the same mind. When they join forces to fight the enemy, they almost don't need to think. Shen Zhixian shakes the tip of his sword, and Yan Jin knows what move he is going to use, and he cuts the sword at the possible flaw without hesitation. The back of the monster.
The monster was beaten by the two of them together, and it was a little unbearable at once. In the past two days, the moonlight was weak and the spiritual energy was weak. According to the usual practice, the little thrush should have come to find food for it, but now the little demon did not know where to go. Instead, two very fierce little cubs came to fight. Cut off its tonic.
It was furious, knowing that its serious injury was not healed, and if it continued to fight, it would be a loss. It roared hoarsely, the black energy suddenly became bigger, and the invisible energy sucked all the bones around it.
There is actually some spiritual energy in those bones, but it used to dislike gnawing on its teeth, and now it has no choice, so it has to chew and swallow them all, squeezing the last spiritual energy.
Shen Zhixian sensed something was wrong, and shouted: "Go back!" But it was too late, and the monster that devoured all the bones suddenly burst out with great power, and rushed towards the two of them with claws and claws!
That aura was so powerful that in just a split second, Shen Zhixian knew that the two of them couldn't get out of the way—what is this! So powerful!
Yan Jin was by his side, if Shen Zhixian stepped back, the monster would hurt Yan Jin.
Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, concentrated his spiritual power on the sword, and sternly told Yan Jin to step back, while he was about to face it head-on, but in the light of the calcium carbide, Yan Jin not only didn't listen to him, but instead stepped forward with a long sword. Swinging out, with a resolute aura, he took the lead to stop the monster!
The two powerful forces collided, and the entire small courtyard seemed to be crushed immediately. The brick walls were shattered, and the surrounding courtyard walls were all razed to the ground. The remnants affected the flowers and trees outside, and the few locust trees were uprooted and crashed. He fell to the ground, revealing countless white bones underneath.
Yan Jin was forced to take a step back. He alone could not resist the explosive monster at all. Shen Zhixian put one hand on his back and passed the spiritual power over.
As soon as Lingli passed into Yan Jin's body, Shen Zhixian felt that Yan Jin's state was not very good at this time. His heart tightened, his long sword drew a semicircle, and together with Yan Jin, he knocked the monster back a step.
That monster Fang was the one who forcibly improved itself, and it lasted for a short time. Although it hurt Yan Jin, it didn't get any better of itself. In the past few years, the black qi that had been raised a little bit by the frantic nourishment was slashed by Yan Jin with a sword. Without half of it, years of hard work were all in vain.
It was very angry, but it didn't dare to delay any longer, and while the two of them were not paying attention, it quickly fled into the ground, and disappeared in an instant, only an unwilling and hateful roar sullen in the soil: "Ignorance child! bad for me!"
The voice was hoarse and mocking, extremely unpleasant.
Shen Zhixian was about to laugh at it angrily. I'm afraid this monster is not a gopher, and it will punch holes!
However, Yan Jin was injured, and he didn't feel relieved to leave Yan Jin to chase the monster. He could only suppress his mind for a while, put on a barrier to protect the law, helped Yan Jin to sit down on the spot, and immediately helped him to regulate the chaos in his body. Spiritual power.
Yan Jin was seriously injured, and after adjusting his breath for a while, he gasped, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief, his face pale.
He sat leaning against Shen Zhixian, looking tired, a rare gesture of weakness. Shen Zhixian wanted to pass on some more spiritual power to him, but he refused, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. Are you alright?"
Although Shen Zhixian got half of the scales to protect his heart for the time being, but there are still hidden worries in the end, Yan Jin was more worried about whether the fight just now would make Shen Zhixian have a heart attack.
Shen Zhixian's heart was hot and hot, he smiled at him, his eyes filled with tenderness, and he said softly, "I'm fine." He half hugged Yan Jin for a while, then helped Yan Jin to stand up: "It's chaos here. , the devil is still there, and the discomfort is healed, let's go back to the painting boat first."
The formation outside the Meng Mansion is still there, and there is only one small flaw, which was probably destroyed when the monster escaped just now. Shen Zhixian made up for it, preventing the remaining demonic energy from escaping, and then slowly returned to the painting boat.
In the painting boat, the painted skin demon was dealing with Meng Yun, who was completely collapsed. He didn't even have time to take care of the two of them when they came back, so he quietly gave them a wink to let them go quickly.
The two quietly avoided Meng Yun and found an vacant room to go in.
…
The monster escaped and never came back, so Yangzhou remained peaceful for several days.
Meng Yun probably finally understood what was going on. His temperament changed drastically, he was a lot stunned, and his beard was unshaven.
His Meng mansion can no longer be entered and no one can live. Fortunately, he still has other residences. The painting skin demon persuaded him to rearrange his new home, arrange all the people, and try to minimize the impact of this incident. .
Yan Jin closed his door to heal his wounds, and Shen Zhixian dealt with many follow-up matters in Meng Mansion alone.
The few locust trees by the yard all fell down, and they all withered overnight. The leaves fell all over the ground, and the roots were withered. Shen Zhixian saw that the deep hole of the roots was full of the remains of monsters, mixed with many broken wooden symbols, and sighed. breathed.
The locust tree is a ghost in the wood, with a lot of yin, and it is a tree that attracts ghosts and inhabits the soul.
If you say that the thrush is a pitiful monster, but a poor person must have something to hate. For her own selfish desires, she has killed countless living beings, and now she is dead and soulless, it is not too much.
Because they died in vain and were suppressed by the monsters for a long time, there was a lot of resentment on the wreckage. Shen Zhixian was afraid of future troubles. After five or six days of busy work, it is over.
It was a cloudy day on the day we left the Huafang. The Huafang was closed during the day. The girls and boys all went back to their rooms to rest. Only the painted skin demon babbled on the stage and sang a melodious little song.
There was not a single audience in the audience.
Shen Zhixian stopped to listen to her singing.
"... The drums are not full, disturbing you for a while, listening to jokes after waking up. Remove makeup and ask the bronze mirror, sigh in a long tone and a short sigh, and the curtains are scattered, which one loves my true face... "
The painted skin demon changed to a beautiful face again, tugging at the long sleeves, pinching the orchid finger, and singing fascinated. The Painted Skin Demon has always been reluctant to go to the Undead City. She said that it is a place where people can indulge in illusions, and she would rather live in this vivid world.
Even if you die one day, you will be happy.
Shen Zhixian didn't disturb her, stopped to listen to her singing for a while, and left with Yan Jin quietly.
…
After leaving Yangzhou, the two were not in a hurry to find the Undead City.
After the incident at the Meng Mansion, Shen Zhixian suddenly discovered a problem. On the face of it, Yan Jin came out to practice, but in fact, there were no life-and-death twists and turns along the way.
Although Yan Jin practiced diligently every day, it was still not enough. He had too little actual combat experience. If he really wanted to fight against others, he would suffer.
Shen Zhixian made a final decision: "Don't be in a hurry in the city of undead, find a few secret realms to explore." Listening to the meaning of the thrush and the painted skin demon, this city of undead is not a simple place, they should mention their own strength first.
Immortal cultivation in this world is divided into thirteen realms. Shen Zhixian reached the tenth level before suffering from heart disease.
And Yan Jin was not inferior at all. He had just risen one step earlier, and at this time he was only one step lower than Shen Zhixian. His spiritual power was pure and full, and he was only waiting for actual combat to hone it.
The secret realm like the ancient mermaid hidden in the past is hard to find, but there are many small secret realms in general. The two went to a few in a row. Shen Zhixian had realm but lacked spiritual power, so he absorbed the essence of spiritual energy, while Yan Jin went to the fierce secret realm. The monster fights, and progresses rapidly in actual combat.
The environment in the secret realm is difficult, but fortunately, the two of them are not incapable of enduring hardships.
After finally coming out of a secret realm again, Shen Zhixian saw that there were no outsiders to his left and right, stretched out gracefully, and said with a smile: "It can be calculated, I have been fasting for a long time, and I am very greedy. I will find a big town to eat in a while. a meal…”
With a smile in Yan Jin's eyes, he hummed, and began to identify the direction.
When they came out of the secret realm, they landed in a remote place and took two turns before they walked on the right path.
But who would have thought that the two had walked for less than a quarter of an hour when five or six young men suddenly popped out of the woods beside the road, drew their swords and surrounded them.
Shen Zhixian looked at them with a subtle expression, and seeing their posture, it seemed that the classic robbery lines would be brought out in the next moment.
The two stood still, and the young man at the head took the lead in attacking: "Bold madman! Harm countless people! Today we will do justice for the sky and eliminate harm for the people!"
The tip of the sword trembled and attacked the two of them.
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