As winter passes and spring comes, I see spring is coming to an end.
The killers in Yinchuan City and the bandits in Niujiao Town are all asking about it.
The New Year has passed...so many days have passed.
The young man descended from the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and after killing bandits in Lantian Town, there was no news about the young man in the entire vast snowfield.
The only person who knew about it had to stay at home to recuperate, unable to say anything.
Although he was seriously injured, Ouyang Chongming had no complaints. There is a proverb in Yinchuan City: "Beggars asking for rice are asking for it."
As for Ouyang Manxue and Ouyang Xuan, who knew the inside story, after returning to Yinchuan City, they went home to practice separately, and even their own families would not mention the boy's affairs.
Ouyang Wudi knew clearly that the young man had gone to Meishan, but he would only pretend to be deaf and mute, thinking that he was blind.
What a joke, Ouyang Xia Yun and Yun Ziyi went back to Yinchuan City.
After expressing Master's intention to the head of the Holy Land, seeing that the fire was finally extinguished, how could they want to cause any more trouble?
After all, even Ouyang Chongming was injured by the young man's sword. At present, except for the headmaster and a few Supreme Elders, no one in the entire Snowfield Holy Land can be the young man's opponent.
Although Ouyang Chongming, Ouyang Xuan, and Ouyang Wudi claimed that they were all young men with no cultivation, only the physical power of Buddhism and some demonic skills.
Even so, no one dared to touch the tiger's butt.
Ouyang Wudi ordered the elders and disciples of the Holy Land not to have any further contact with Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. After all, Ouyang Xuan also said that a young man is just a poor man with no money or money.
All the grievances come from Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and the elders on the snow mountain have stopped saying anything now, and they probably recognize it.
Only the killers in Yinchuan City and the bandits in Niujiao are still speculating, and none of them give up, hoping that the day of getting rich will come soon.
Ridiculous news comes out every day, but no one has been able to find out the useful secrets. So the stories became more and more bizarre, and the bandits and killers were imagining them.
Imagine that the blind young man is hiding in a corner like a mouse, waiting for the arrival of summer before appearing in the world.
For all the killers and bandits who are concerned about this matter, no news is good news.
The informants who stayed on the Tongtian River did not get any news of the young man crossing the river.
Whether it is Lantian Town, Yinchuan City, or Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Niujiao Town is the only way.
As long as the bandits and killers stay in Niujiao Town, they can hope to block the young man on his way to the Tianhe River. So the killers and bandits have been staying here.
There were also some unwilling ones who crossed the Tongtian River all the way to Snow White City.
Seeing that spring is coming to an end, Niujiao Town is getting a little hot, but the bandits have not given up yet.
It's rare for the bandits to encounter good news. They only smell blood but don't eat meat. No one is willing to let go. They are just like flies, entrenched here.
In addition to the bandits in Niujiao Town, there are also some killers from Yinchuan City and even people from Loulan.
The wind blew, and the street was filled with the sound of rustling leaves. There were two strangers on the long street, one from the south and one from the north.
Guys dressed in black coming from two different directions were meeting each other.
The wind blows, the wind blows.
One man, one horse and one sword appeared on the streets of Niujiao Town, and they were particularly eye-catching in the sunshine.
"Gongye Yewang, what are you doing in Niujiao Town?"
A cold voice sounded, but it was a young monk from Yinchuan City in the north. He wore a black shirt embroidered with gold to show his status as a monk.
When people are cold, their voices become even colder.
Shaking his gold-embroidered sleeves, the monk from Yinchuan City looked younger than the other man, and his face was much colder.
When he was alive, he had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. People who didn't know him thought he was a disciple of the Holy Land.
Different from the other party, Gongzhi Ambition, who came from Qiuyun Mountain, looked much older. Although he was less than thirty, he looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced countless hardships.
Holding the horse in his hand, he replied calmly: "How can you, a monk from Yinchuan City, recognize me?"
The visitor smiled coldly: "I am Yinlang from Yinchuan City. When you stepped on the big boat on the Tongtian River, someone told me that even people from Qiuyun Mountain were coming here."
Gongye Yewang nodded and said with a smile: "I thought you were a genius of the Holy Land despite your name, but it turns out you are a killer in Yinchuan City. You blocked my way."
Silver Wolf raised his sword eyebrows, patted the spirit sword at his waist, and said quietly: "Tell me, why did you come to Niujiao Town?"
In his opinion, any monk who comes to Niujiao Town may be his opponent, and he will never allow anyone to compete with him for the prey that will appear.
If so, he would kill the danger from Qiuyun Mountain on this long street, even if the blood was spilled on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Gongye Yewang replied calmly: "Don't worry, I'm just here to see the excitement, and I won't compete with your Yinchuan City killers for prey."
Silver Wolf was stunned when he heard this, and asked in a dark voice: "Is it possible that you have found out the whereabouts of that guy? Why don't you tell me, and I will give you some benefits after I succeed."
Gongye Yewang shook his head: "I only know that he has not crossed the Tongtian River yet."
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The strong wind blew Li Xiuyuan, who had descended from Meishan, all the way to Niujiao Town.
On this day, a man and a horse came to Niujiao Town, which was still five miles away from the town. Just after crossing a stone bridge, Li Xiuyuan gently slid off the horse.
Frowning, he looked silently at the tree in front of him, which was only ten feet away from him.
This place is still a few miles away from Niujiao Town. There are few pedestrians on the road, but someone has set up a fortune-telling stall on the bluestone under the tree.
Even though he is a fool, he also knows that there must be something wrong with this.
He led the horse forward slowly and looked at the middle-aged man in black and white under the tree. Li Xiuyuan asked: "Is anyone passing by here? Whose fortune do you want to tell?"
The middle-aged man in green shirt glanced at him and replied: "Yes, I've been sitting here waiting for a long time, and there's not even a ghost."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and then nodded thoughtfully.
Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man unexpectedly said: "I can figure out what is going to happen to you. Do you want to take care of my business?"
Somehow, the middle-aged man in a blue shirt looked a little pale.
Frowning, Li Xiuyuan used his consciousness to look around carefully.
After checking that there was indeed no ambush nearby, he smiled and said, "Are you doing a phonetic test? Or reading a face?"
The middle-aged man chuckled: "It's no problem. I will use my wealth and life to guarantee that what I said is true and I guarantee your satisfaction. However, I will give you ten spiritual stones for one look."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this and blurted out: "So expensive?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said seriously: "I'm from Baixue City. Don't say ten. If I count correctly, I'm afraid you will give me a hundred."
Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that he encountered a killer before he entered Niujiao Town?
The middle-aged man in front of him didn't feel like a professional killer, but rather like a scholar, like a serious fortune teller.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "What's your surname, sir?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Everyone who knows me in Bai Xuecheng calls me the fortune teller."
"So he is indeed a fortune teller?"
Taking out the water bag, Li Xiuyuan took a sip and gave it to the horse. He waited until the horse barked happily before putting away the water bag.
Smiling faintly, he replied: "In this case, as long as you calculate correctly, I will give you ten spirit stones. Are you measuring your words? Or reading your fortune?"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the fortune teller put away all the fortune-telling equipment on the table.
While tidying up, he smiled and said: "There is no need to test the words. I just looked at the face of the young master and knew the crisis you were about to face."
As he spoke, he had already cleared up everything on the bluestone board.
After most of the conversation with Li Xiuyuan, he took the money and turned around to leave.
Li Xiuyuan was startled for a moment, and then said: "Sir, please tell me, I won't miss you a penny."
For no reason, the fortune teller suddenly sighed.
He said quietly: "Sir, I don't know where you are from, but there are many bandits in Niujiao Town, as well as killers from Yinchuan City, and even a powerful guy from Loulan."
He reached out and patted the bluestone, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "The road ahead is a dead end for you. You will face countless killings this time, so why not turn back!"
Having said this, a wry smile appeared on the divine fortune teller's face, and his pale face finally gained some color.
It seemed that he really just wanted to earn Li Xiuyuan's ten spirit stones, not to kill him.
Li Xiuyuan sighed silently in his heart, not because of the danger in Niujiao Town, but because of how the guy in front of him calculated that he would pass by this place.
The only explanation is that this guy is really a good calculator.
Thinking of this, he placed the prepared spiritual stones on the bluestone board and said, "Thank you sir for reminding me, please keep it."
The fortune teller was also stunned. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so talkative, and he was stunned for a moment.
After a long while, he reached out and put away the spirit stones on the bluestone slab.
After thinking for a while, he asked softly: "Thank you sir, do you want to look back?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled, but had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out a small jar of black bean wine, placed it on the stone floor, took two more wine glasses, and slowly filled them up.
The fortune teller was startled and asked: "Sir, what are you..."
Li Xiuyuan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and replied calmly: "How many miles are there before we get to Niujiao Town?"
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's appearance, Shen Guizi stopped being polite. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, then praised: "Good wine, there is still less than five miles ahead!"
"Wuli Di, it's almost over."
Li Xiuyuan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and after the fortune teller finished drinking, he filled it up again.
Then he said quietly: "It's getting late. I'm going to rest in Niujiao Town tonight. If you're not afraid of death, you can come with me. How about that?"
"Boom!" There was a sound, and the fortune teller felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard this.
Holding a glass of spiritual wine, he said in disbelief: "Do you not believe me? Or are you going to the tiger mountain knowing that there are tigers in the mountain?"
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I want to cross the Tongtian River, I want to go to Snow White City, and I want to go to more places. Even if the sky falls, no one can stop me."
"People say that since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth. I didn't believe it before. But today, after meeting the young master, I finally understand."
The fortune teller said quietly: "Yinlang from Yinchuan City, Gongye Yewang from Loulan, and the bandits from Niujiao Town are all waiting for you to surrender!"
This time, the fortune teller rarely offered words to persuade the young man to turn back.
Ordinarily, after he collected the money and put away the stall, he should have left early.
But somehow, he couldn't see a trace of fear on the young man's face, which immediately reminded him of his youthful days.
He couldn't help but suddenly thought about following the young man in front of him all the way to see what earth-shattering things would happen along the way.
Li Xiuyuan's concern was for Xiao Die'er and Crow Crow. Now that they were practicing on Meishan Mountain, they no longer had any worries around them.
Whether it was the killers from Yinchuan City or Loulan, no, it should be said that it was the monks from the Gongye family in Qiuyun Mountain, they were no longer enemies he needed to fear.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan drank the second glass of wine in one gulp.
Putting away the wine jar, he looked at the fortune teller and smiled: "The wind is strong in Niujiao Town, it will blow them to death!"
