But he died.
Wen Renxian was so baffled and so sure, and then one day he took out the Zangjun Sword and tied it to his waist, becoming one of his few friends.
Maybe it's not a friend, but more of wishful thinking. Lord Tuo Yan has always treated him as an enemy and an old enemy.
Wen Renxian couldn't figure out why there was such a relationship in the world.
Enemies are the stupidest relationship. If they are enemies and can be killed with one sword, how can they be enemies?
Just treat him as an enemy. It was a kind of relationship, but now it is gone. He has lost another relationship with others. Wen Renxian feels scared. He can no longer lose Shui Miaomiao. He will really have nothing.
"You have to believe that Lord Tuo Yan will not harm Miaomiao." Immortal Master Xianyan dissuaded him. He could not let Wenrenxian leave the sect. Do you know how dangerous it is outside now?
Those skeletons with demonic aura are hiding in the dark, waiting for opportunities to move.
Without mentioning it openly, it was just because people in the world talked about evil spirits that they spent a lot of time trying to judge the Hua family, as if this could calm everything down.
But they are all deceiving themselves. The demon has not been resurrected, but there are many demons. Without people like the Tuo family who are sensitive to demons to deal with them, it is difficult to calm down.
"I'm not trying to stop anything, I just want to protect her."
Before Wenrenxian finished speaking, Xianyanxianzun received a message. It was Shui Miaomiao's voice, with a cheerful tone, "Hello, Xianyanxianzun, help me tell the master, don't worry, you have to trust him." My dear disciple, I will be back soon. I will cultivate myself well in the sect and wait to welcome you, master, as my dear apprentice, back home with great achievements!"
Shui Miaomiao felt something was wrong after turning off the communication just now. Xianyan Xianzun would never say those words, as if he was forced.
And who can force Xianyan Xianzun?
Wen Renxian took the message from Xianyan Xianzun, listened to it again, and glanced at Xianyan Xianzun.
Immortal Master Xianyan spread his hands and said confidently, "I have been under your nose all the time, but I have done nothing. This is what you said as your own disciple, so you can take good care of me in the sect."
"Miaomiao is such a smart person. Can't she see your abnormality?"
"Uncle, are you still leaving?" Although it was a question, Xianyan Xianzun already had the answer in his heart.
"Miaomiao will inform me as soon as there is any news." After saying that, Wen Renxian put the letter in his arms, turned around and walked away.
"This Shui Miaomiao." Immortal Master Xianyan sighed, always letting himself wander between love and disgust for her...
"What are you looking at! Looking for death!"
Shui Miaomiao, who was still thankful that she had stopped her losses in time, was forced to withdraw from her memories. Looking back, she saw wooden stools, tea cups, and melon peels and fruit shells flying all over the sky.
On the ground were two people struggling together.
What did I miss? There has to be a reason for the fight. It sounds like they collapsed without even saying a word.
Shui Miaomiao blinked, and the number of people fighting on the ground instantly became four. In the blink of an eye, almost all the tea guests on the first floor were fighting together, including the waiter who served the tea. He did not stop the fight and picked up the hot teapot. He hit a tea guest on the head.
The blood was steaming like a fountain, which was very spectacular, but the tea guest seemed to be unconscious, holding a pair of stool legs and beating the other tea guest crazily, quite rhythmically, like playing a drum.
Someone was thrown and knocked down in front of Shui Miaomiao.
Holding the tea cup, Shui Miaomiao was stunned again and again. The first time she felt pity was for the unused refreshments, it was not until she met the eyes of the tea guest lying on the torn table that Shui Miaomiao realized something was wrong.
She was so caught up in watching the play that she completely forgot that she was in the play, but she didn't even make a sound during the whole process.
The man's fierce gaze locked onto the target instantly, like a wild beast, which made Shui Miaomiao feel uncomfortable, and the tea cup in his hand hit the man's face.
Like a tea-drinker, he rushed towards Shui Miaomiao without fear of pain.
Shui Miaomiao didn't like fighting with weapons at all. She used magic just to make people unable to move. Seeing him dodge quickly, she felt that she was underestimating the enemy.
Because she saw that they were all trying to grab a stool leg with their bare hands, but she didn't expect that there would be people who were on par with her in cultivation.
Shui Miaomiao jumped up in the air, kicked out the stool under her body, scattered the man's wind blade, stood on the railing, put her hands on her waist and hugged Gui Ri.
Something was very wrong. It seemed that from the moment she used the spell, everyone stopped fighting and looked over. She became the target of public criticism?
Why, is it possible that Pingcheng's rules say that you can gather people to fight, but you can't use magic?
On the second floor of the teahouse that suddenly became quiet, Shui Miaomiao, who was standing on the railing, heard dull gasping and swallowing sounds, like a hungry wolf seeing bones and sharpening its claws in the dark.
He raised his eyes and looked up, but couldn't see the source of the sound. The next second, Shui Miaomiao's ears were covered by the noisy sound of fighting again, and a group of people gathered to attack.
The colorful spells were very brilliant, and Shui Miaomiao felt respected.
Damn it!
That dance squeezed out all the spiritual energy in Shui Miaomiao, and the cultivation along the way was only able to return her perception to normal.
Putting a hand on her waist with a refreshing feeling, Shui Miaomiao chuckled and relaxed.
The snow-white sword seemed to be swung gently and softly, but it carried a biting wind.
'Boom~~'
Leng Ning Chi held Shui Miaomiao's waist, and the two of them landed easily on the street. Looking up, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the second floor of the teahouse collapsed, drowning all the troublemakers.
Having expected this to happen, Bu Ranchen pulled back her sheath and Leng Ningchi asked, "Are you okay?"
The smoke and dust were so heavy that it choked people when they opened their mouths. Shui Miaomiao shook her head.
Leng Ningchi was obviously dissatisfied. Even with her veil on, Shui Miaomiao could still see her displeasure at a glance.
After leaving for a while, Miaomiao almost got injured again. Leng Ningchi looked at the collapsed second floor. Someone was trying to push away the broken tiles. It seemed that they had done it lightly. Frost spread along the tiles and covered them.
"What can I do?" Shui Miaomiao grabbed Leng Ningchi's hand and diverted his attention, "Isn't this movement too loud?"
Although I am not afraid of attracting people from the Urban Management Bureau, it will still be troublesome.
After saying that, Shui Miaomiao looked around and suddenly felt that he seemed to be worrying too much.
The people on the first floor of the teahouse all looked calm, chatting and drinking tea, and the tea was filled with fresh dust.
Pedestrians on the road did not gather to watch the show. They only glanced at it briefly and then went back to their own business. Shui Miaomiao didn't know whether to praise Pingcheng's people for their simplicity or their toughness.
If there had been such a big movement in Yancheng, people from the town government office would have surrounded the place.
"Don't worry about them." Leng Ningchi only had Shui Miaomiao in his eyes and ignored the strange things around him. "They caused trouble first."
This is true, Shui Miaomiao nodded, but to be honest, she still hasn't figured out how this fight started.
"The location of the Invincible Sect has been found out clearly."
Because it was not a famous one, it took some time. Leng Ningchi suggested, "It's a bit remote and the road is not easy to walk. It's better to rest for a night and set off tomorrow morning."
Shui Miaomiao wanted to nod, but within sight, two people passed by.
"You hit me?"
"You hit me!"
"Let's leave now." Holding Leng Ningchi's hand, Shui Miaomiao turned around without looking back. Listening to the same movement behind him as in the teahouse, his long strides gradually turned into running.
This Pingcheng is anything but peaceful.
