Both sleeves are black and white,
Overlooking the Qiankun Formation,
Drinking tea from the river,
Dare to laugh at the sun, moon and wind.
-----(gorgeous dividing line)------
The oversized carriage drove away from the mountain-side street. The neighbors still didn't know where they were going. They saw Hong Cui and Lv Yi sitting in the front of the carriage dressed as men. They knew something must be going on, so they said hello casually. As usual, the parents are short-lived.
Song Pingcun suddenly felt a little reluctant to give up, not because of himself, but because of Hong Cui and Green Clothes.
If I hadn't met him, I would probably have wished for such an ordinary life the most in my life. The gear of fate pulled the two of them out of the blue star's rules and became cultivators. Is it their happiness or another kind of pain? After all, a few years is not that long for them now. As life is stretched, time will also be "extended."
The carriage drove onto the main road. There were many pedestrians on the street. Hong Cui controlled the speed of the carriage and moved forward very slowly.
Song Pingcun was feeling sad, but Liu Yiyi's voice sounded in his mind again: Young Master, here we come.
So fast? Song Pingcun tried to use his weak spiritual sense to detect. As soon as he detected the outside of the carriage, there was a soft sound from the front of the carriage, and a black shadow just flashed and retreated.
Suddenly, the evil spirit rose on the street. The carriage they were riding in was immediately surrounded by people, and several figures rose into the sky. Hong Cui quickly stopped the carriage, and jumped out of the carriage together with Lu Yi, standing left and right, with a cold light in her eyes.
A small flag was suddenly inserted on the front of the car, making a buzzing sound in the air caused by the people rushing around.
"Death door" Liu Yiyi was helpless when she heard three words uttered from Hong Cui's mouth outside. Why does this organization that became famous for assassinations always come after the young master?
Song Pingcun was stunned. This was the third time he had dealt with the Death Sect, and every time it was weird.
An even weirder thing happened later. Wen Hui looked nervous. Before she could react, the formation from the Affordable Danfang's secret room was activated. Although the range was limited, it was enough to collapse the Affordable Danfang's house.
The other shadow was not as lucky as the shadow on the street. Even though the long-term assassination had exceeded ordinary people's vigilance to danger, his legs were torn apart. He tried to use his spiritual power to endure the pain and left, but was struck by a chopstick. Thick shadows penetrated the brain. From left to right, a blood hole spurted out from the black shadow in mid-air and fell on the ruins of the cheap alchemy room.
These successive changes made Song Pingcun feel very bad. If it was just because he prevented them from doing anything in Nandu City, he would not still come to seek revenge a few years later!
"Sir, there is a note." Hong Cui handed in a small flag with the words "Death Gate" written on it and a note strung on the flagpole from outside the carriage.
Liu Yiyi took it and handed it to Song Pingcun. There were only four words on it: mind your own business.
"Sir, I'm afraid that the golden thread leech is not a mutation, and our trip may have been misunderstood." Liu Yiyi said.
"Sister Yiyi, what's the misunderstanding?" Wen Hui, who was still in shock, put her hand on her chest and asked doubtfully.
"It was misunderstood that we went out of the city to look up clues about golden leech." Song Pingcun shook his head, this was looking down on himself too much. However, the news spread too quickly! It wasn't long before Yan Fei walked away! Her itinerary should have been reported to the Shennong Sect. As soon as this person left, someone had already come to stop her. It seems that both sides are dispatched just in case. The accuracy of the source and purpose of the information is too high.
While Song Pingcun was deep in thought, Liu Yiyi had already put away the banners and notes. The eyes of Hong Cui and Green Clothes kept looking at the circle of people with their backs turned to them. These people seemed to be protecting the carriage, but they had to guard against it.
The evil spirit on the street did not decrease just because the man in black disappeared.
"Miss Wen, let everyone outside disperse!" Liu Yiyi said to Wen Hui.
Wen Hui was still a little shocked. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that someone who wanted to kill someone would appear in Pingyao City and come to assassinate him. Hearing Liu Yiyi speak, she opened the curtain on the carriage. The group of people outside had their backs to her, but she could tell at a glance that these people were the Wen family's guards.
Although the Shennong Sect specializes in treatment, it cannot have the ability to gain a foothold without the confidence. Like most sects, these affiliated families are also the bridge between the Shennong Sect and the secular world. The difference is that the affiliated families of the Shennong Sect are closely related to the upper echelons of the sect, and the Wen family is one of them, not just because the current sect leader is the ancestor of the Wen family, but has been guarding the Shennong Sect with several major families. Although he is not a disciple of the sect, he is a peripheral force of the sect.
"Everyone disperse, we are leaving." Wen Hui said outside the carriage, and the people wearing all kinds of clothes around him disappeared into the alleys of the main street at the gesture of one of them.
At this time, there was no one on the street and it was deserted. This kind of scene is not something that ordinary people in the world can watch, and they may risk their lives in it.
"Sir, should we continue to leave the city and head south?" Liu Yiyi asked after things on the street had calmed down.
Song Pingcun was silent for a while, and then he said: "I'm afraid there will be no peace in this journey! If I didn't get involved, I would be sorry for their misunderstanding. It's so blatant, no matter it's a threat, a warning, or even an assassination, it doesn't cost anything to destroy my entire house." The price is, I will avoid it if I see the door to death in the future!."
The first time, everyone was relatively "friendly"; the second time, no matter what the purpose, they indirectly helped me; this third time, the two-pronged approach was a bit too much.
"Young master, just decide." Liu Yiyi didn't care what she would encounter. It was normal for the Emperor to have twists and turns in rebuilding the road. What's more, before the Emperor declared his memory, they were strictly prohibited from interfering with the progress of the process, so they could only nod in agreement.
"Hongcui, get in the car and leave the city." Liu Yiyi called softly to the outside.
The destination of this trip: the southward branch of the Daling Mountains, which was also the original route to the south.
Outside Pingyao City. On the hillside, a black shadow flashed across and hid behind a boulder. At the foot of the hillside, a carriage sped past.
The black shadow was the uninvited guest who escaped on the street. Looking at the direction of the carriage, his face under the black robe twisted and said to himself, "You are not afraid of threats and still go south. You don't know what is good or bad, so let's just let him go." You meet the King of Hell.”
"Are you sure?" A black figure suddenly appeared next to him and asked.
"Of course." As soon as the man in black robe who was about to die subconsciously said this, he realized something was wrong and it was too late. A blood hole penetrated his brain from left to right.
Mu Ling took off the mask of the man in black robe and took a look, "Huh, if you hide your head and cover your face, you know you can't see anyone."
His spiritual thoughts swept around and confirmed that there was no longer a man in black robe. There was only a body-realm real person following the carriage around. His cultivation level was lower than that of the man in black robe just now. How could he find the man in black robe.
"Gone?" Song Pingcun felt the wooden hairpin return to his bun tremble, and pushed the jade hairpin aside, secretly laughing, and asked with his spiritual mind.
"He said that he wanted the young master to go see the King of Hell, so I sent him off first for him. There is only one person, and this person is..." Mu Ling did not say the name in his spiritual thoughts, but used his spiritual thoughts to outline it. a name.
"Stop" Song Pingcun suddenly shouted to the two women driving outside. The names Mu Ling sketched out made him feel that things were getting more and more complicated. It may not be feasible for him to go to investigate and take action. Essentially, he doesn't want to have too much interaction or hatred with anyone, just because he is dissatisfied with the way the death gate has been done several times.
The carriage stopped on a relatively flat ground. Hong Cui and Lv Yi also jumped out of the carriage and stood left and right, their eyes filled with cold light.
"Sir, what's wrong?" Hong Cui opened the door curtain and asked as Song Pingcun came out of the carriage.
Song Pingcun did not answer her, but looked at the winding mountain road ahead and said, "Wait for me."
When the words fell, Song Pingcun was already in the air. Wen Hui in the car was about to get out of the car when Liu Yiyi stopped him. "Miss Wen is safer in the car for now."
"Isn't the young master in danger?" Wen Hui looked at Liu Yiyi strangely.
"Don't worry, the young master is safe." Liu Yiyi had a faint smile on her face. At this time, when Song Pingcun was not too weak, he encountered some little shrimps who couldn't stand up to the limelight. Leaving Pingyao City itself is a test of his own cultivation. The increased danger at this time is what Liu Yiyi and Mu Ling like to see the most.
The more danger there is, the stronger the young master becomes.
What can a powerful young master bring? Of course, they have more and more room for free play.
Song Pingcun stood in the air. If there were still people watching, they would definitely know that Song Pingcun was not a threat at this time. If he had anything to discuss, if he dared to threaten again, the two men in black robes today were Ming Jing.
The bright mirror left behind when he first encountered the Death Gate appeared in his hand and was thrown towards a cliff in the distance. It shattered into thousands of light spots and spliced into two words: Ping Cun .
Such a declaration is better than a thousand words. His name is the way to get along with him. If the other party is unwilling to give up, the sword will sharpen itself!
Without polishing, there is no growth.
