Meixi Mountain by Meixi Lake (middle)

He walked down the street.

No, to be precise, he was hiding on the street.

There are many ways to hide, including hiding in deep mountains and old forests, and hiding in bustling markets. But many people like the so-called "hiding in hiding from the world". They hang out in the market and live an ordinary life. They are far away from the swords and shadows of the rivers and lakes, and are free and unrestrained.

Ruyi and intrigues.

He was very weak and walked down the street in despair.

Even if the disciples of the demonic path walked up to him, they would not recognize him as the holy son of the once holy mountain.

Fatal orders have been issued by various sects, not just the Demonic Path, but even the five remaining sects of the Righteous Path have issued fatwa orders, just like Li Zhiyi back then.

However, back then, Li Zhiyi was not wanted by the devil, but instead was taken under the command of Xue Foshan.

Qing Jiu walked down the street in despair. The autumn wind was a little cold, his clothes were a little thin, and a golden leaf fell on his head.

He lowered his head, not even bothering to straighten himself.

He began to lose his direction and himself.

Qing Jiu didn't know where to go or where to hide.

In this month, he has escaped countless pursuits. Those who are on the right path want to do justice for heaven and become famous; those who are on the devil's path have a core skill for the temptation of the holy mountain.

At first, he had plans to retaliate against Holy Mountain and Xu Changan, but now, his hatred for the two has not decreased, but he deeply feels powerless.

He is like a wandering soul, walking aimlessly in the world.

Among the pedestrians on the street, some were happy and some were miserable; some vendors shouted loudly, and some bosses yelled at waiters; some merchants bargained, and some civilians frowned over a piece of cloth; some children laughed, and some adults talked loudly.

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However, no one noticed him. Except for a few beggars who looked at him sideways and cursed something like "standing and walking like a beggar" in their hearts. Of course, he couldn't hear these words.

This feeling made him very comfortable.

The autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves roll up, and the raindrops unexpectedly hit this street.

Children, the elderly, businessmen, women, farmers and even beggars all fled the autumn rain one after another.

Qing Jiu still walked forward, with her head lowered and her feet blocked in front of him.

The shoes were good, with good fabrics and good soles. Without any precautions, Qing Jiu walked up to him silently.

Qing Jiu raised her head and saw the man in black, wearing a bamboo hat and a sword on his waist.

A piece of golden fallen leaf was knocked down by the wind or the raindrops, and fell between the two of them.

Qingjiu raised his hand, and the fallen leaves that were about to fall to the ground flew upwards, like a sharp blade, wrapped in a layer of red, and stabbed the man in the hat.

The man in the hat stepped back to avoid the blow. When he landed on the ground, the long sword was already unsheathed.

"Don't you want to ask me who sent me?"

The man in the hat said solemnly.

Qing Jiu shook his head and took out the holy object of the holy mountain, which was also his weapon, a copper bowl from his arms.

"There's no need, now both good and evil are here

Do you still need to ask questions if you are chasing me?"

The man in the bamboo hat fell silent, his exposed eyes staring closely at Qing Jiu.

The moment he decided to take action again, he finally spoke.

"Little Marquis still hopes to know in whose hands you died."

After finishing speaking, the sword energy picked up the rain and fallen leaves and stabbed Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu's expression changed at first, then he smiled and flew high to avoid the sword energy.

He did not expect that Xu Changan would send people to kill him. Among his enemies, only Xu Changan was the young marquis.

"Thank you so much, Lord Marquis!"

The man in the hat stopped his sword and looked at Qing Jiu in confusion.

"He sent people to kill me, which proved that I was a threat to him."

Qing Jiu stared at the man in the bamboo hat, he was full of energy. He was not the same person as the one who had lost his soul just now.

"I have been tired during this period. I am like a lost dog. I have also thought about being killed by the so-called righteous or evil people. If this continues, it is not an option."

"But your arrival makes me feel motivated."

"Since he is afraid of me, then I will keep him in fear!"

After saying that, he raised the small bowl and a red light hit it.

When the man in the bamboo hat wanted to speak, he was knocked away and landed heavily on the stall.

Qing Jiu would not show mercy when facing Xu Changan's men, so he immediately rushed forward. He did not want to give the enemy any chance to prepare.

"Bah bang bang!"

There was applause from the street corner, and a young man came out.

Qing Jiu stopped and looked at the strange young man. He was wearing a brocade robe and had dark green hair.

"The Holy Son is indeed different. I chased him all the way and thought he was giving up!"

"Of course I won't let go of Xu Changan's people!"

The young man smiled with his teeth exposed and looked at the man in the bamboo hat. The bamboo hat fell apart and his face was exposed.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If the Holy Son doesn't mind, we can make friends."

Qing Jiu frowned and did not answer.

The young man said to the man in a bamboo hat beside him: "You can talk to him."

"I am Wang Huihai, Xu Changan's enemy in Shu Mountain."

Qing Jiu lowered his guard. As the young man said, the enemy of his enemy is his friend.

"So what?"

"As long as you cooperate with us, we will have all the resources and power for cultivation. We can also help you get rid of the enemy's pursuit."

Qingjiu's eyes flashed, and she stared at the young man and said, "What qualifications do you have?"

The young man was not upset and let his long hair loose. He took out a knife and cut a cut on his finger. Dark green blood appeared in front of Qing Jiu's eyes.

The young man put the blood in a porcelain bottle, shook it and said to Qing Jiu: "As long as you are willing, I can help you. This blood can heal all your injuries."

Qing Jiu ignored him and walked towards him. When she passed him, she said lightly: "If you are not from my race, you are not qualified to cooperate with me."

The young man looked at Qing Jiu's profile and said confidently: "One day, you will be willing. I have some time recently. If you figure it out, you can call me by my name. My name is Zhan Xu."

Qing Jiu ignored him and passed him by.

Wang Huihai suddenly slapped Qing Jiu's back, causing Qing Jiu to vomit blood from the corner of his mouth.

"It's not that I can't beat you, I just feel that I can't hurt one of my own."

Qing Jiu continued to walk forward without getting angry or looking back.

When Qing Jiu disappeared from sight, Zhan Xu spoke in a low tone.

"I need an explanation."

"He hurt me, and he was not one of our own."

When Zhan Xu heard this, he took a deep look at Wang Huihai, turned around and left without saying much.

…

Wangxi Mountain.

Xu Changan has made rapid progress these days. Even if Jian Wuwei exerts his full strength and uses the "Fearless Art", he can only barely win against Xu Changan.

Ji Qiuyang sighed and shook his head.

Naturally, he would not admit that "The Art of Wuwei" is not as good as "The Art of Broken Sword". Compared with Xu Changan, the qualifications of this Jian Wuwei are still far behind.

Jian Wuwei has not dared to look up at Ji Qiuyang recently. He has let his master down.

However, Jian Wuwei does have one advantage: he is harder working than Xu Changan and obsessed with swords than Xu Changan.

"There is no way, with the demon-sealing sword body, the posture of Tianhe, and the magic weapon in hand, it can't beat normal people." Zheng Dazhuang said calmly, squinting his eyes.

"I made braised pork tonight, and I barely managed to make a dish of five delicacies. Although it's not as good as your palace's before, it's good enough."

"Oh, by the way, I'll ask Xiaobai to catch two fish and make soup."

Ji Qiuyang looked at Zheng Dayan, and a fallen leaf happened to fall on him. Zheng Dayan wanted to speak, but Ji Qiuyang put the fallen leaf on the ground.

"This is the fate of fallen leaves. Everything has its own destination. There is no way to escape or hide."

Zheng Dazhen lowered his head.
To be continued...