At the break of dawn.
"Qian Qian... Qian Qian, Qian Qian!" Several hurried shouts rang out, and Zi Yang suddenly sat up from Zhu Feng.
"Ah!" Zhufeng, who was snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly, exclaimed, and the soreness in his abdomen instantly hit his whole body.
He found Ziyang sitting on the ground with a gloomy look, not saying a word, tears falling down his face.
Zhufeng apologized deeply and said, "I'm sorry, Ziyang. When I arrived at the scene, she had already stopped breathing. In order for us to escape smoothly, I didn't take her with me."
Ziyang's mouth moved slightly and slowly opened. He stared blankly at the gravel on the ground and said bitterly: "I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself for my incompetence."
After saying that, he clenched his fists, stood up quickly, looked at the sky with drifting clouds with a ferocious face, and shouted angrily: "I hate! I hate! I hate myself! I am useless! I am useless!"
"At the critical moment, she stood up and stood in front of me, but I could only watch her die."
Zi Yang was breathing rapidly, his whole body was shaking violently, and the veins on his neck suddenly appeared. He raised his head and shouted loudly: "Dou Kui! Dou Kui! I swear to kill you!"
boom!
He fell backwards, his back hitting the hard gravel hard, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.
He slowly took out the blood-stained arm guard silk gauze from the basin. It was the silk gauze that Qiu Qianqian had wrapped around his wrist to stop his bleeding outside the ghost gate. Unexpectedly, today, it would become Ziyang's The most precious thing in my heart.
An item that is irreplaceable and cannot be replaced. It has witnessed all the processes of emotional sublimation between the two and is a witness to his and Qiu Qianqian's true love.
He will never forget the girl in red who met him in the ruined temple. Every moment of their journey together is like what happened yesterday, which he will never forget.
Zi Yang carefully put the silk gauze into the water basin, and his clear eyes suddenly became extremely fierce. This was the first time in his history that he had such serious intention to kill someone.
At this moment, he had only one goal in mind, that is, he would kill Doukui no matter what, and no one could stop him.
Killing one person is killing, and killing a group of people is killing. Whoever dares to stop him from killing Doukui, he doesn't mind sending them to hell together.
However, Doukui is extremely powerful and is in the fifth realm of reincarnation. In order to successfully kill him, the cultivation of the third realm of Qi Liu is not enough for Ziyang.
Zhufeng raised his sore arm, took out the water bottle from the Lingxuan bag, took a few sips, and then hung the wine bottle from the Lingxuan bag around his waist.
He walked to Zi Yang's side and asked, "Zi Yang, where are we going next?"
Ziyang was lying on his back on the ground, covering his forehead with his right hand. Two tear marks were very conspicuous on his face. After hearing Zhufeng's words, he immediately stood up, stared at him expectantly, and asked: "Can you still find the time when you saved me?" Where? I’m going to find Qian Qian’s body.”
He wanted to say no, because Doukui was nowhere to be found, and it would be extremely dangerous to go back to look for him. No one could guarantee whether he would meet him when he went back.
But when Zhufeng saw Ziyang's eager eyes, he did not speak to dissuade him, but nodded slowly. If it were him, he would resolutely choose to go back.
Because this is a person with feelings, a person of flesh and blood, and a person worthy of trust.
If Zi Yang didn't say a word about this and the first thing he did after waking up was to take him away, Zhu Feng might be disappointed or even disgusted with him.
Who would entrust their life to a person who would only shrink back when trouble comes and only want to protect himself?
Obviously, Zi Yang's first words after calming down satisfied Zhufeng. He had not misjudged the person. This is what a man should do.
However, when the two returned to their old place, not to mention that Qiu Qianqian's body was not found, not even a drop of blood was found on the sand.
Zi Yang looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "Zhufeng, did you remember correctly?"
Zhufeng said very accurately: "Zi Yang, how could I remember it wrong? This is the place where I saved you from, there is absolutely no mistake."
Zi Yang hesitated for a moment, pointed to the empty sand, and asked again: "But there is nothing here?"
"Zi Yang, don't worry. Maybe the surrounding gravel was blown by the breeze and buried Qiu Qianqian's body." Compared to Zi Yang, who had never seen a desert, Zhu Feng had some experience.
After hearing his words, Zi Yang immediately knelt on the ground without saying a word and dug up the gravel with his hands.
Zhufeng was not idle either. When he saw Ziyang taking action, he immediately took off the wine bottle from his waist, took a sip, and then dug with him.
After an unknown amount of time, Zi Yang held a handful of blood-stained gravel in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Blood, blood, it must be here, she must be here."
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. After the two of them turned over the sand around them, the smile on Ziyang's face gradually solidified and was replaced by a look of panic.
Because, except for the blood stains that had long solidified on the gravel, Qiu Qianqian's body was nowhere to be found.
Ziyang's hands were stained with blood and covered with gravel, but he still refused to give up and dug desperately into the desert sand.
Seeing this, Zhufeng comforted her: "Ziyang, give up, stop digging, just let her sleep peacefully here."
Zi Yang clenched his fists tightly, gravel embedded in the flesh of his palms, and drops of blood fell one drop after another.
Suddenly, he fell backwards and lay flat on the sand, with the dazzling hot sun shining on his face.
He also knew that it would be futile to continue digging, but the obsession and expectation in his heart seemed very powerless in the face of the facts.
After a long silence, Zi Yang said slowly: "Do you have any wine? I want to drink."
Zhufeng raised his eyes slightly, he remembered clearly that since the last time Ziyang got drunk, he had never drank again, or even mentioned it. This time he took the initiative to drink, and you can imagine his mood.
He handed the jug at his waist to Zi Yang, who took it and started drinking. Soon, he finished the entire jug of wine.
Zhufeng didn't stop him, and took out several bottles of wine from the Lingxuan bag and placed them beside him. Ziyang drank one bottle after another without rejecting anyone who came.
At this moment, perhaps only the wine he drank could understand how sad he was and the pain in his heart.
Liangchengwai
Somewhere in the woods, Qiu Leng, dressed in black, turned the dagger in his hand and walked alone on a tree-lined path.
At the other end of the path, the noise of two men suddenly rang out. The two of them were talking to each other. Both sides were arguing and arguing as they walked, and neither of them seemed to obey the other.
The man with the mahogany sword on his back glared at the honest-looking man and said with great dissatisfaction: "Look, look, look, look. I've been looking for so long, but I haven't even seen a single figure."
"How long? It's only been a month, why are you in a hurry! Aren't we already back?" The honest man replied immediately as he was not used to it.
The man carrying the mahogany sword said sternly: "Come back? If you delayed my time for a month, I would have left long ago, so what's the use of coming back!"
"You didn't see anyone, how did you know he was gone? I said he was right here." The honest man's temper also rose and he retorted directly.
The man carrying a mahogany sword said: "That's okay! Let's make a bet!"
The honest man said: "You tell me what you want to bet on!"
"Just bet on whether he is in Liangcheng or not. If he is, I will lose. If he is not, you will lose."
"Where's the bet?"
The man carrying the mahogany sword thought for a moment and said with a smile: "The loser must agree to the winner's request."
The honest man paused and refused: "You are so much lower than me, what can you do for me? This bet is not fair, I don't agree."
The man carrying a mahogany sword explained carefully: "Request, request, who told you that a request must be a matter of fighting and killing? For some things, just opening your mouth is enough, why do you need a realm?"
"No matter how high your level is, there are some things you can't do."
The honest man thought about it carefully and felt that his words made some sense. Some things really don't have to be solved by realm.
Sometimes, the effect of the mouth is much stronger than the realm.
The honest man thought for a long time and nodded: "Okay! I promise you. If he is in Liangcheng, I will win. If he is not in Liangcheng, you will win."
"Let's go. If he is in Liangcheng, we will find out when we go to Doushen Tower and ask."
"That won't work! Let's ask a few disciples of Liangcheng Sect. This is fair to you and me." The man carrying the Taomu Sword was worried that the boss of Dou Shen Tower would favor his senior brother, so he made a relatively fair suggestion. .
However, the honest man was not stupid and said directly to his junior brother: "Huh! I, Zifu, have always been aboveboard in doing things, so I will do as you say."
It happened that at this time, Qiu Leng passed by the two of them and happened to hear the name Zifu.
He stopped turning the dagger in his hand, turned his back to the two of them, and said with interest: "Zi Fu? Is the old sword god Zi Mang your master?"
Zifu glanced sideways and asked, "Who are you?"
Qiu Leng said: "Don't care who I am, I just want to know if you are Zifu, the eldest disciple of the old sword god?"
"That's right. The old sword god is my master. Why are you asking this?" Zifu didn't deny it and said confidently.
"Me?" Qiu turned around with a sneer and said, "I heard that Zi Fu, a disciple of the old sword god from the Northern Continent, has superb swordsmanship. He has mastered the art of swordsmanship to the extreme at a young age and is known as the Sword King. I am lucky enough to meet him today. I want to have a discussion with you, what do you think?"
"Spar with me?" Zifu looked Qiu Leng up and down, nodded and said, "Okay."
Luo Yuan, who was carrying a mahogany sword, heard Qiu Leng's words, looked at Zi Fu and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, are what he just said true? Have you really reached the final stage of your understanding of the way of the sword?"
While looking for branches, Zifu replied with a smile: "What's the last step? You are overthinking it. The desperate situation of swordsmanship is boundless. Some people have struggled for half their lives and failed to see the threshold of the desperate situation. It is conceivable that the difference between the extreme situation and the desperate situation How big is the gap?"
"Sword God is the recognition of sword cultivators. The key to becoming a god is to understand the desperate situation of swordsmanship. Otherwise, you are not a qualified sword cultivator."
Zi Fu pulled a wicker branch from the willow tree. His right hand shook, and the originally soft wicker branch became as straight as a sword.
In order to avoid Qiu Leng's misunderstanding, Zifu explained: "At this moment, I don't have the phantom sword with me. Today I will use this wicker as a sword to compete with you."
Qiu Leng said calmly: "Then you will definitely lose."
"I hope so." Zi Fu's eyes turned cold, and he no longer had the easy-going look of the past. This shows that no matter who his opponent is, he will take it seriously.
Because at this moment, he was not only Zifu, but also the eldest disciple of the old Sword God.
