The mountain wind blows the snow and naturally blows away the blood on the hillside.
The horses in the distance have been fed. They are not worried about being hungry tomorrow. They are just grazing and resting quietly on the hillside.
After the bloodshed, Li Xiuyuan cooked a pot of mushroom and bamboo shoot porridge. The ingredients came from Meishan and Baixue City, two delicacies that Shensuanzi liked.
After drinking spiritual wine and eating porridge, the blood scab on the wound no longer seeped out.
The powerful medicinal power in his meridians was slowly repairing his creation. If it weren't for his serious injuries, just this bowl of spiritual wine would have broken him out.
Even so, the fortune teller is still grateful. He knows that as long as his wounds heal, he will be able to break through the situation in a short time.
As long as he stepped over a threshold, he could go straight forward and lead directly to the chasm.
Looking at the young man who was making tea and meditating in front of him, the divine fortune teller sighed and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I am not a killer, and even my fortune-telling skills are not that good."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and comforted: "Actually, the most difficult thing to calculate is the person around you, when you treat him as just an ordinary coachman."
For Li Xiuyuan, his intuition about danger is far more sensitive than the fortune teller in front of him.
When he was only six years old, Li Mingzhu, who had a gentle face, poisoned the teacup in front of him. In order to fulfill a mother, he still picked up the cup of poisonous tea.
Perhaps from that moment on, he no longer believed his eyes.
Especially during the days when he lost his memory in the academy, the old man who gave him the Fairy Stone taught him how to see the world with his heart when he was blind.
No matter how cleverly the coachman tried to conceal himself, he still could not completely hide the murderous aura on his body.
Otherwise he would no longer be a killer, but a great monk like the unknown monk.
It's not even as good as Gongye Ambition. If that guy wants to fight, he has to find someone to fight with, so he didn't even hesitate to wait on Broken Heart Cliff for a whole day.
I put it down as I said, knowing clearly that I was going to pass by a small town, but I still waved my hand and headed east.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Qiu Yunshan and I have an unresolved grudge, but I don't want Gongye's ambition to get involved one day."
Upon hearing this, the divine fortune teller fell silent for an instant.
If it were him, he wouldn't know how to face such a situation.
Originally two people who had nothing to do with each other, even enemies of life and death, but cherished each other because of some similar qualities, and finally had to face each other with swords.
He took a sip of wine, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That guy is going to Phoenix City. At least he won't have a conflict with you in Loulan. Whatever happens next, don't worry about him."
In his heart, even if the sky falls, he must heal his injuries first.
And Li Xiuyuan was unwilling to face Gongye's ambition, fearing that he would be like himself tonight. He did not expect that his enemy, who had disappeared for countless years, would come to his door.
In order to kill himself, he even disguised himself as a driver.
Li Xiuyuan disagreed. From the moment he came down from Meishan, he was ready to face many crises at any time.
He has never regarded himself as a hero, although the Bodhisattva who transformed into an old woman on the top of the East China Sea said that Li Xiuyuan deserved the title of hero.
In his opinion, it was just a sudden outburst of anger that day, for those poor guys on the mountain.
As for the poor guy in front of him, Li Xiuyuan didn't give him much help.
Because this guy is not as good as Ouyang Xuan of Yinchuan City. After all, they and Ouyang Xuan are still having a life-and-death battle in Tianyun Mountain, and there are some grievances that are difficult to resolve.
But because they opened up the conversation in Lantian Town so that the two of them could have a drink to settle their differences, he naturally didn't mind giving Ouyang Xuan some opportunities.
The fortune teller in front of him healed his wounds with a bowl of spiritual wine, and he could break through the realm if he survived. In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, it was so good that there was no need to involve any cause and effect, and there was no need to talk about chance.
Regardless of whether there is a divine fortune teller or not, he will keep moving forward.
A murderous intention made Li Xiuyuan secretly lament that even after leaving Baixue City, there were still people who were thinking about his head.
Looking at the fortune teller on the side, he smiled and said: "I didn't expect that they came to kill you, but they turned the war on me."
The fortune teller shook his head and said, "I hope you don't give me another surprise in Loulan."
If he hadn't been guarding a god of death, all the fortune tellers in this group would have wanted to take advantage of the darkness to sneak away and head east to find Gongye Yewang.
After much deliberation, I realized that the guy was smart enough to make a big detour and head toward Phoenix City from the east.
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I thought about it in my heart, and saw Loulan approaching.
The fortune teller dressed as a coachman, endured the pain, drove the carriage all the way to Loulan, and shouted out from a distance of a hundred feet.
"Loulan is here!"
Li Xiuyuan opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the towering city wall in front of him, feeling like he was dreaming back to eternity.
After a moment of silence, he murmured to himself: "Even if I dream back at midnight, it's better to see each other than not to see each other."
He sighed and said quietly: "After entering the city, go to the City Lord's Mansion. You can't even stay in an inn like this."
After all, he still had some friendship with Sima Tianxing. That guy was pretty good to him back then and at least helped him build an apricot garden.
When I come back this time, I have to pay back the favors from back then.
In this way, living in the city lord's mansion with a divine fortune teller, even those cat-like killers would not dare to cause trouble for the two of them.
Tomorrow, go to the Apricot Garden again.
The carriage stopped on the side of the road, and Shen Suanzi took the bowl of warm tea handed over by Li Xiuyuan and drank it in large gulps.
Feeling the faint pain coming from his chest, he sighed softly and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I have to rest in Loulan for a few days..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden rush of horse hooves on the official road.
In just an instant, two horses came out of the wind, as fast as the wind, and rushed towards Loulan as fast as lightning.
The moment the horse passed the carriage, an exclamation sounded in the wind: "Fortune teller!"
When the fortune teller heard the sound, he subconsciously raised his head, only to see a cold face and a pair of angry eyes.
He sighed faintly, and handed the bowl in his hand to Li Xiuyuan in the carriage at the moment the visitor gathered the reins and turned around.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I've already washed my hands in a golden basin, but there are still people chasing me all the way from Baixue City."
Although the fortune teller who was seriously injured drank a bowl of spiritual wine, the injury on his chest could not just pass overnight, as if nothing had happened.
Taking the bowl, Li Xiuyuan asked: "Are these two people here to kill you too?"
At the moment when the horse came running, Li Xiuyuan thought that these two guys were chasing his killers, but unexpectedly, they turned out to be the fortune teller's enemies.
The middle-aged man wearing a gray robe on horseback smiled wildly.
He smiled and smiled but suddenly shouted: "You wash your hands if others recognize you, but I don't recognize you!"
"It seems that if I want to survive, I have to fight again. I can't wait for you to kill me with a knife, right?"
The divine fortune teller sighed and smiled bitterly: "This guy, together with the six people last night, is known as the Ten Tigers of the Snowfield. Two of them died in my hands."
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a moment.
I thought to myself that you are quite powerful, as eight out of ten tigers have been eliminated. If you kill two more people, all ten tigers will fall under your sword.
"Fortune teller, I haven't seen you for so many years. Why did you escape all the way to Loulan?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe jumped off the horse, stretched out his hand to loosen the reins, and let the horse follow Guan Dao to graze. Another man in green clothes also jumped off the horse.
The divine fortune teller sighed and said to Li Xiuyuan: "The one in gray robe is Zhuge Ying of the Three Tigers, the one in green is Chen Xiong of Ten Tigers, and the middle-aged man who died last night is Tianneng, the Two Tiger King..."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at the city wall in the distance, and nodded gently.
Putting away the tea bowl in his hand, Li Xiuyuan continued: "That's fine. We don't have to go to Loulan City to fight. Let's settle it here."
The divine fortune teller looked at the Three Tiger Zhuge Ying, who was dressed in gray robes and holding a spiritual sword in his hand, and said, "Why are you doing this? I even hid in Loulan."
"It's not even possible to hide in the sky."
Sanhu Zhugeying laughed and said: "You are such a waste. The older you get, the more afraid of death you become. I have chased you all this way, and you want me to go back with empty hands?"
"I still want to beg you to let me live."
The divine fortune teller trembled and said, "No big deal, how about I give you the courtyard of Baixue City and compensate you with some spiritual stones?"
In his opinion, he refused to admit what happened last night, not even a bone was left behind. He was afraid that the two guys in front of him didn't know whether their companions had entered Loulan City.
If he doesn't take action, at least he doesn't want to fight for the time being.
Zhuge Ying shook his head and said calmly: "I already let you go once outside Yinchuan City."
Ten Tiger King Tianneng, dressed in green clothes, walked over with a spiritual sword in his hand, glanced at the fortune teller, and said coldly: "Third brother, why are you talking nonsense to him? I'll cut him off with one knife."
"etc!"
Sanhu Zhugeying suddenly shouted, then used the scabbard to open the curtain of the carriage, and frowned at Li Xiuyuan, whose face was covered with a black cloth in the quiet carriage.
After thinking for a while, he said to Shi Hu behind him: "Brother Shi, come here and see if this kid is the blind man wanted by Snow Mountain! Look carefully."
Shihu walked over and took a look into the carriage. After just one glance, he was stunned and speechless.
Then he exclaimed: "Yes, Third Brother is worth more than a fortune teller. Cut off his head and go to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain to receive the reward. What are you waiting for?"
The fortune teller was stunned and blurted out: "Don't mess with him, he will kill you!"
Can a blind man kill someone?
Shihu was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly and said, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. Brother, we've made a fortune today!"
Zhuge Ying nodded, looked at the fortune teller and shouted coldly: "I want your head, and I will take this kid's head as well."
The fortune teller looked at the Loulan city wall in the distance, sighed softly and said, "Loulan is ahead!"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he laughed lightly.
He said: "Yes, I know the Lord of the City. You should be worth a lot of money with the heads of two killers, at least enough for you to recover from your injuries."
"That's true!"
When the fortune teller heard this, he suddenly looked at Zhuge Ying excitedly and said, "My friend has a bad temper. You have already angered him. It seems that I don't need to do anything next."
"Fart! Make him angry!"
Shihu made a sound of "Wang!", pulled out the spirit sword in his hand from the scabbard, and pointed it at Li Xiuyuan in the carriage.
"I said, you are forcing my friends to kill each other!"
The fortune teller added fuel to the fire and said, "This young master has to be polite to even the elders of Yinchuan City and the monks of Yase Temple. You really don't touch his tiger ass!"
I couldn't do anything today. Fortunately, these two guys were so stubborn that they had Li Xiuyuan's idea.
All he had to do was pour a spoonful of oil on the fire, and that was enough.
Li Xiuyuan still didn't move, but moved the corner of his mouth and said: "Originally, the grudges between you are none of my business, but you shouldn't come to try to take my ideas."
Shihu wanted to curse again, but was stopped by Sanhu Zhuge Ying.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan and the fortune teller, he said: "An old fortune teller who is injured and can't even speak smoothly, and a blind boy, you are really incompetent."
Li Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and replied: "Yes, the fortune teller only has half his life left. Do you want to take action?"
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