In the garden of Sima Jingyun's house, Wang Qiang told her again what he was about to explain.
It's very simple to say, that is, before you return to Snow White City, you must not tell anyone about the engagement between the two.
In particular, the disciples and elders of Tianyun Mountain should not be allowed to know, and it is best not to even tell the people of Snowfield Holy Land.
After nagging for a while, he sighed: "My current cultivation level is not enough to cope with the wind and rain in the world. When we get better, we won't have to be so afraid."
Sima Jingyun took Wang Qiang's hand, thought for a while and said, "What are you afraid of? Maybe at that moment, senior brother will come back."
"He..."
Wang Qiang smiled bitterly and said: "If he can come back, I can sleep peacefully, and you don't have to worry about me."
In the end, Wang Qiang did not let Sima Jingyun send him off. Instead, he led the horse and quietly left the Sima family through the back door.
Even though Sima Jingyun was deeply reluctant to part with him, she could only watch Wang Qiang leave.
Fortunately, the two of them have now settled down to get married. Wang Qiang has no relatives, so everything falls on her.
Thinking of this, Sima Jingyun leaned against the tree in the garden and couldn't help laughing.
I'm afraid that senior sister never dreamed that Master's elixir would be handed over to Wang Qiang by Elder Meng and brought to her.
What's even more unexpected is that both himself and Wang Qiang are currently practicing at the third level of the Fusion Realm. This alone is beyond the reach of even the senior sister.
Chun'er sent her uncle away and closed the back door, then came over and asked, "Miss, why did my uncle go through the back door?"
Sima Jingyun blushed, looked at her and replied softly: "There is a killer in Snow White City, are you all staring at him right now?"
Chun'er was startled: "How dare you let me go out?"
"What are you afraid of? From now on, the ones who should be afraid are the killers who are thinking about him!"
Sima Jingyun said coldly: "Even my Chun'er is a monk in the Golden Core Realm. Who can harm senior brother?"
Thinking about Wang Qiang being knocked off the Broken Heart Cliff, Sima Jingyun knew that since his senior brother had not died that time, it would be someone's turn to have nightmares in the future.
Chun'er took her hand and walked to the living room, while smiling: "It's like I'm in a dream, and it breaks out in a while, and the young lady has an uncle in a while..."
Thinking something wrong, he suddenly screamed: "Oh my god, miss, I told you before senior brother came here that you were going to get rich."
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After walking through the long street, Wang Qiang walked out of Baixue City without even realizing it.
Sima Jingyun had prepared dry food for him overnight, including clothes for use on the snow-capped mountains. This was the first time in his life that he had the warmth of home.
Perhaps, he should find a woman like his junior sister, instead of Miss Chen's condescending and indifferent look all day long.
The autumn sun is shining high, and although there is a cold wind, it is not very cold.
By the time he arrived at the city gate, it was already six o'clock. The merchants and monks who were going out to cross the river had already left the city early, and they would not leave until after noon.
There were not many pedestrians outside the city gate at this time. He was alone and looked very lonely.
Holding the horse and looking at the long shadow on the ground, thinking about Sima Jingyun who stayed in Baixue City, he felt confused, now he has a fiancée?
Not far after leaving the city gate, he got on his horse and headed all the way to Tongtian River.
Thinking about seeing the monk again after many years, I wonder what level of cultivation that guy has reached now?
He was not in a hurry today. He planned to rest one night by the Tongtian River and have a good chat with Monk Buli.
However, before the horse could run for half an hour, it suddenly neighed...
When he looked up, he saw someone blocking the road ahead... A young man in his mid-twenties, wearing a green shirt, stood in the middle of the road and stopped the horse with his hand.
Beside the official road, at a table made of stone slabs under a big tree, a middle-aged man of about forty was sitting.
Behind him lay a washed-out starch-colored flag with four words written on it: "Let me tell you if you are destined." It was obviously a fortune-telling stall.
Wang Qiang was furious when he saw the horse was frightened.
Looking at the gloomy-looking, five-foot-tall young man in front of him, he shouted: "You are free to tell fortunes, why are you blocking my way?"
The young man blocking the road moved his mouth, but ignored Wang Qiang. Instead, he turned to say something to the middle-aged man. The man listened and waved to Wang Qiang.
Said: "It's still early, why rush to die, how about doing a fortune telling?"
When Wang Tai heard this, his heart "thumped!" and he thought that as soon as he left Snow White City, evildoers were running rampant.
After hesitating for a moment, he jumped off the horse, led the horse to the other side of the official road, tied the horse to a tree, turned around and walked to the fortune-telling stall.
Asked: "Sir, you said the road ahead is dangerous. What do you mean?"
Looking up, the middle-aged man with a look of vicissitudes of life looked at him, smiled lightly, and said, "Because someone wants your life, because you have been running for your life all the way."
Wang Qiang became even more vigilant when he heard this, and replied coldly: "Is it possible that you two have been waiting here for many days?"
The middle-aged man didn't answer, just sighed softly and said, "We're already here, why not do some fortune telling?"
Wang Qiang shook his head and replied: "Then I may disappoint you. I am a poor man. I even borrow horses from others."
"I don't need to charge you any money, do you think so?"
The middle-aged man said to the gloomy-looking young man: "Pull a stool for this brother, what are you doing standing there?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he reluctantly dragged a stool next to Wang Qiang that he didn't know if he could sit on.
Wang Qiang did not sit down, but asked: "I've never heard of fortune telling for free."
The middle-aged man took out a white silk scarf, wiped his hands clean, poured two glasses of wine on the table, and took a sip from one glass.
He murmured: "If the calculation is wrong, no money will be given. If the calculation is correct..."
"What do you want?" Wang Qiang asked.
After drinking all the wine in the glass in one gulp, the middle-aged man poured another glass, looked at him and sighed: "Living is not easy. While you are still alive, drink as much as you can."
Wang Qiang shook his head and said, "I don't drink when I'm on the road."
The young man standing aside said nothing, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. Then, imitating the behavior of a middle-aged man, he poured another cup and placed it on the table.
The middle-aged man stretched out his slender fingers, tapped the table, and replied: "If I accidentally hit the mark, I will spare your life, do you think so?"
Ordinarily, when a person wants his own life, Wang Qiang will subconsciously draw his sword.
However, ever since he was knocked off the Broken Heart Cliff by Sanhao Old Man and nearly lost his life, ever since he broke through the tribulation, he is no longer the same person he was yesterday.
Instead, he asked blankly: "What... tell me, are you from Loulan or Baixue City?"
Tongtian River is not far away, and he is not in a hurry now. Simply, he wants to see the two people in front of him. What tricks do they want to play?
Fortune telling? He never believed it.
Li Xiuyuan told him back then on Tianhuang Mountain that fortune telling is something you can believe in, but not if you don't believe it. It all depends on a thought.
If you don’t read it, how can you get life?
Seeing that Wang Qiang ignored him at all, the middle-aged man couldn't help but look solemn and sighed leisurely.
He replied: "Where we come from has nothing to do with where you are going. Since you don't want to tell your fortune, I have no choice but to keep you alive."
The young man standing aside said in a harsh voice: "Master and this guy, why are you trembling!"
A sound of "唃..." sounded.
The young man with a cold face unsheathed his long sword in an instant and struck Wang Qiang with a horizontal slash without saying anything to Wang Qiang.
"Well done!" Wang Qiang slapped his hand on the stone table in front of him and flew back.
At the moment of flying out, the man was in the air, and the long sword at his waist had been unsheathed. With a "Dang!" sound, it collided with the young man's long sword.
A dull voice sounded in the air, and sparks flew for a moment. The young man felt a huge force coming from him, which made his whole body numb. The blood in his chest rolled, and his body flew back.
"Master, you are a tough guy, kill him!"
Wang Qiang slapped his palm on the stone table, and in an instant he saw the glass of wine for him spilled on the table, with smoke rising.
Fortunately, I didn't drink too much. The world was indeed full of traps.
The middle-aged man sighed, patted his sleeves, walked out from behind the stone table, looked at Wang Qiang not far away and said, "Why is this necessary?"
The young man was furious and swung his sword like a ferocious beast towards Wang Qiang. The sword transformed into countless sword shadows.
Before Wang Qiang could take a closer look, he saw that the sword light in the sky had enveloped him. Even Sima Jingyun was here, and he probably couldn't tell whether that sword was an illusion or that sword was fatal.
Seeing the master and apprentice take action, Wang Qiang immediately retreated violently!
But his speed was obviously not as fast as that young man, and he was about to be stabbed by countless swords from the young man. Wang Qiang had no choice but to take advantage of the middle-aged man before he could take action...
Cut forward with a sword!
Cut the snow with one sword!
He used a sword that was faster than the sword shadow of the young man with a cold face that filled the sky, as fast as lightning, and slashed at the young man who rushed towards him.
"Dang..." sounded, followed by an angry shout of "Ah...".
With just one slash of his sword, Wang Qiang injured the young man who used the sword shadow in the sky to cover himself in the sword energy and beheaded him with one sword strike.
A cloud of blood spattered in the air, and the young man flew out. Apparently his arm was cut by Wang Qiang's sword.
"Buzz!" sounded in the wind!
It was like someone stirring the bamboo in the Wind Kingdom, making a cry, and an extremely sharp long sword passed over the young man who flew back and stabbed at Wang Qiang.
The middle-aged man saw his apprentice injured and finally took action.
Wang Qiang, who had not withdrawn his sword, used a weird posture to slash out with his backhand sword, then kicked his leg to the ground, and his whole body flew back in an instant.
With the middle-aged man's counterattack, Fengzhong's sword flew forward, leaving him five feet away from the enemy.
Five feet is not too far, but it is enough for him to regroup his strength.
"Good boy!" A sword light that could cut almost everything in front of him was cut from the middle-aged man's hand and headed straight for Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang did not panic, but used his calm sword to meet the middle-aged man's crazy sword.
He seemed to have returned to the bamboo peak, like a swallow flying briskly in the bamboo forest in March!
Use this ordinary sword in your hand to face the violent storm, lightning and thunder in front of you! I saw a swallow soaring into the sky, turning into a sword energy that cut through the wind and snow, soaring out of the sky...
The middle-aged man was stimulated by the blood and became violent.
The shadow of the sword turned into a terrifying white light, which continued like a violent storm and struck at Wang Qiang, just wanting to decapitate him with one sword strike.
At this moment, both of them launched an attack. No one thought about how to defend.
Two extremely fast swords slashed together in the wind, creating a series of sparks. In the eyes of the young man, the countless sparks were just like the blood splashing out from under the sword in his arm. .
He looked down at his arm and saw a long wound, cutting his clothes open, revealing a long sword mark.
He was so angry that he looked up to the sky and screamed: "Master, kill him!"
