Chapter 1775: Street of Flowers

Sitting in the cave and watching the flying snow, it is like a thin curtain hanging.

Xu Xiangqian, carrying fish on a straw rope, came carrying snow.

"Senior Sister Zhao..." He said in a low voice, a little sadly, "I want to... leave for a while."

Zhao Wuyan glanced at him calmly and said: "Okay."

This Tianbei Snow Ridge suppresses all magical techniques, is lonely and lonely, and frost knives cut into souls. It is indeed a miserable place.

Xu Xiangqian couldn't bear it and wanted to leave, which was reasonable.

Just don't do this childish attitude.

Is this worth shedding tears?

Xu Xiangqian had the intention to throw himself into Senior Sister Zhao's arms to get some warmth back, but when he saw Zhao's faceless eyes, he didn't dare to make a mistake.

He lowered his head and walked in: "I'll cook this fish for senior sister first."

Zhao Wuyan originally said "no need", but felt that there was no need to say it.

The road is long and some entanglements are unnecessary.

Just looking at the tearful Zishu, she couldn't help but sigh: "I thought it was such a big deal, he just goes his own way, why are you crying?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhao Wuyan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized the reason why Xu Xiangqian and Zishu were sad.

She knew that Zishu's love for Jiang Wang was not a relationship between men and women, but more of an admiration. Whether Ji Shaoqing was killed at Tianya Terrace or won the championship at Guanhe Terrace, she and Zishu were present. Jiang Wang like that is indeed dazzling. Even she had some admiration, not to mention Zishu, who had a pure mind?

The meteors that streaked across the sky when they were young always attracted boys and girls to stop and look up for a long time.

After hearing that her idol had fallen, it was no wonder that this girl burst into tears.

On the other hand, Xu Xiangqian and Jiang Wang have always had a close friendship. His sadness should not be described with just one fragile sentence.

Sighing softly in his heart, Zhao Wuyan stroked Nadeshiko Shu's long hair and said softly: "Jiang Wang is not the only one in ancient and modern times who has been jealous of talents. At least he has lived a brilliant life and has not wasted his life. What do you think?"

Zishu whimpered: "I would rather he spend his time in vain. Come with me to Longmen to spend his time in vain..."

Zhao Wuyan wanted to speak but stopped.

At this time, Xu Xiangqian had already walked out of the inner room and lowered his eyes: "Senior Sister Zhao, the fish is in the pot. Remember to drink the soup later."

"Where do you plan to go?" Zhao Wuyan thought for a while and finally asked.

Xu Xiangqian was a little surprised, and a little happy amidst the sadness.

It should be noted that Senior Sister Zhao hasn't cared about him for a long time.

His pursuit never stopped. At first, we went from Crescent Island to Guanhe Terrace, and then headed westward, asking for help along the way. Senior Sister Zhao's attitude had already softened, she smiled at him several times and glanced at him several times.

But after Nao Shizi Donghuang said "Zi Kai Yuan Liu", Senior Sister Zhao seemed to be possessed by a demon again, focusing only on her cultivation. Ignore him completely.

He hates giving thanks!

Looks good but hates it!

"Something happened to Jiang Wang. I'll go to the demon world to see him and express my condolences." Xu Xiangqian spoke softly and immediately promised, "I will come back to accompany my senior sister!"

Zhao Wuyan said: "It's okay to go to the Demon Realm... The world is so vast, don't stick to a corner of the snow ridge."

Xu Xiangqian didn't seem to understand the deep meaning of these words, and only said: "I know that my senior sister cares about me, and I also know that going to the demon world is full of dangers. It is difficult for a talent like me not to be jealous of others, and I will definitely be targeted by the demon clan. This is what happened to Jiang Wang... But as a member of the Shuangjiao of Qian Mashan, I can't help but take a look. Don't worry, senior sister, I will take care of myself and come back alive to see you!"

Zhao Wuyan was speechless for a moment.

Xu Xiangqian took out another thick book from his arms and handed it to Zhao Wuyan without any explanation: "We are going to the demon world now, and we are far away from each other. I don't know when we will see you again. If you miss me, senior sister, please read me." Poetry!"

There were four big characters on the book - "Collection of Shenxiu Poems".

Zhao Wuyan was shocked and almost slapped him back on the spot. But thinking that the demon world is indeed a very dangerous place... I endured it.

Sin, sin, sin, when I read poetry, I usually read the works of Lord Shanzhu or Mr. Chen Pu...

Holding a poetry collection of Xu Gao'e's level in her hand, even though she had a pure heart according to Wuyan Dao, she still felt a lingering sense of shame.

Senior Sister Jianzhao accepted it shyly, Xu Xiangqian nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Wait until I come back!"

He turned around resolutely and walked down the mountain bravely.

Long Chuan, Jiang Wang, Yan Fu, and Zi Shu all bought this painstaking work. Senior Sister Zhao wanted to buy it but was too embarrassed to do so. She was considerate of herself, so of course she gave it away without leaving any trace.

And it is the latest, most complete, and most attentive edition, as well as annotated and appreciative editions!

Zishu curled up in Zhao Wuyan's arms, turned to look at Xu Xiangqian's back, which was far away, and said with tears in his eyes: "Senior sister, I..."

Zhao Wuyan held her down gently: "You are not allowed to go."

Zishu said nothing and turned his head back.

Saying "take care" is too shallow, saying "goodbye" is too deep, nothing else is appropriate.

Zhao Wuyan weighed the heavy collection of poems in his hand and was about to throw it into the storage box, but in the end he was curious about "how bad the poems can be," so he turned a page from the back.

This page contains a new poem written by Xu Xiangqian just today——

"Thinking of Qingyang on the Snowy Ridge of Sky Monument"

It's cold, it's cold, it's cold in my heart, it's cold, it's so cold.

I wanted to write a poem in memory of my dear friend, but I couldn't express my sadness.

…

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In the small courtyard in the north of Moyun City.

A bloody fight came to an end.

Chai Asi leaned against the wall tiredly, leaning on the iron sword, and only panting for a while.

It was the same set of secret swordsmanship, and he was familiar with all the moves.

Under the guidance of the Ancient God Venerable, he only used three moves to easily kill the double-flowered red stick-level Yuan Yong of the Flower and Fruit Club.

And with the Ancient God Venerable watching the whole process.

He and Yuan Yong's two men fought hard and narrowly escaped death...

"Good performance."

The praise of the Ancient God Venerable sounded in his mind.

Chai Asi suddenly became energetic.

He knew that he did not perform very well in the fight just now, but if he asked himself, he did his best.

He grinned and said, "It's all because of the good teaching of the Supreme Venerable."

"What should we do next, have you thought about it?" The voice in the mirror asked.

Chai Asi was stunned and said, "Deal with the body first."

"Then what?"

"Pack up and run away." After killing Yuan Yong, Chai Asi obviously thought about this problem seriously. At this moment, he looked at the house where he had lived for many years, and he was reluctant to leave.

But a real man regards the world as his home, and with the ancient god mirror in hand, there is nothing in the world that he cannot do, and where can he not go?

It is difficult to deal with the aftermath of the Yuanyong incident, so let's not do it, I'll just run away.

"Can you run away?" asked a certain ancient god named Jiang.

It must be said that killing does have a huge impact on monsters.

Before the bloody fight, Chai Asi was still timid and could not say a word. After killing three monsters, he had already developed a sense of bravery.

He answered seriously, "Sir, I have considered it. This Yuan Yong came out to extort money, so he must not do it in a big way. He only brought two men with him, which also shows this point. In addition, the place where I live is very remote, and they may not know that Yuan Yong came to my house, let alone that I can kill him. As long as the body is cleaned up, there is still plenty of time to escape. I am not an important person, and no one will care about me if I leave the city empty-handed."

Observing words and expressions is his life experience, and it is also a necessary survival ability for a little demon like him. In fact, he has a considerable understanding of the leaders and brains around here.

Yuan Yong is a very fierce and independent guy. He has always been a man who doesn't recognize his relatives in the Water Curtain Hall and only wants money. I guess no one cares if he suddenly disappears for a few days.

When the Water Curtain Hall really investigates here, there will be no trace of Chai Asi.

What about the Flower and Fruit Society? What about the Moyun Yuan Family?

The demon world is so big, can it be plowed all over?

The voice in the mirror asked, "Where are you going to escape to?"

"The Sea of ​​Divine Fragrance Flowers!" Chai Asi said confidently, "The shop I often go to to sell medicine is a branch of the Sea of ​​Divine Fragrance Flowers. They do honest business. I have already inquired about the situation there and know it well. If I go there and hide my identity, it will definitely be peaceful! After ten or eight years, maybe I can come back."

The ancient god in the mirror was silent for a while...

The little dog demon is quite thoughtful and wants to run to the Sea of ​​Divine Fragrance Flowers.

Isn't that getting farther and farther away from the civilized basin?

Besides, if you regard "God's will" as a pool of water, if the surroundings of you, Chai Asi, are too peaceful, wouldn't the tiny ripples brought by me, an outsider, be too conspicuous?

"Where is the leader of the Golden Terrace Fighting Association?" the voice in the mirror asked.

"Where is Zhu Lanruo?" the voice in the mirror asked again.

"Where is your home?" the voice in the mirror continued to ask.

After these three soul-searching questions, the excitement that had just arisen from killing the demon disappeared in an instant.

Chai Asi's expression became depressed, the light in his eyes dimmed, he slowly lowered his head, and slowly and vigorously beat his forehead: "But...but what can I do?"

"Don't be sad, don't be nervous. Think about it carefully, is it irreversible?" The voice in the mirror was very patient: "Since ancient times, no monster can escape the words fame and fortune. When doing anything, we need to consider these two aspects. Specifically in the case of Yuanyong, it is a reason and a value."

First strike, then encourage. First make them confused, then point out the way out.

This is a wonderful way to preach.

Why can Wushengjiao develop so fast? Naturally, it grasps people's hearts.

"Fame and fortune?" Chai Asi looked confused: "Reason? Value?"

This dog demon was too stupid and naive, so the great ancient god could only persuade him: "You might as well ask yourself a few questions... Do you have a reason to kill Yuan Yong? Do you have a reason for Huaguohui to forgive you? Secondly, what does Huaguohui need? Is it Yuan Yong, the monster, or an obedient and capable incense master? Can you replace Yuan Yong's value?"

The great ancestor Emperor Wu of Qi once publicly described the two words "fame and fortune", and frankly used these two words as a tool to control people. There is a famous saying: "How difficult is it to drive life and death? It's nothing more than chasing fame and fortune. I don't ask the heroes of the world to be loyal to me, but I ask that when the heroes of the world come to the court, they can be famous and profitable!"

There is also a more specific description of this in "The Thousand Beauties of Various Countries".

The Marquis Wu'an of the Great Qi was smart and studious, and of course he had read this in detail. At this time, a little extension was made, which made the little dog demon enlightened.

Chai Asi suddenly raised his head, obviously realizing something: "I killed Yuan Yong, which means I am better at fighting than him. As long as I sincerely surrender, I can replace Yuan Yong's value, which is 'profit', and it is a big profit. I can also use some money to open up related links as a supplement to the profit, which is a small profit."

"As for the name mentioned by the Supreme..."

He frowned: "Yuan Yong extorted money privately in addition to the regular money, which ruined the reputation of the Flower and Fruit Association and should be punished. This is the reason of the Flower and Fruit Association, which is the big 'reputation'. Yuan Yong came to extort me, and I was angry for a while and impulsively killed him. This is my reason, which is also the small 'reputation'. However, is my reason not quite justified? Extorting a few five-zhu king coins is not a crime punishable by death. The Flower and Fruit Association..."

The great ancient god said: "If his extortion is not enough, he also insults you, beats you, and smashes your grandfather's spirit tablet?"

Insults and beatings can indeed be counted, but...

Chai Asi said: "My grandfather has no spirit tablet."

"Think about it again." The voice in the mirror said.

"Indeed, there is." Chai Asi finally remembered: "It is enshrined in the shrine!"

The voice in the mirror only said: "Remember to make it old."

...

After walking out of his own courtyard, Chai Asi was already different.

There was a broken iron bar hanging around his waist, his face was bruised and swollen, and there were several knife wounds on his body, with fresh blood.

He had walked the road to the Old Ape Tavern too many times.

He had never walked so confidently and naturally.

Although his face was filled with grief, cowardice, and fear - this was an expression he had adjusted for a long time in front of the Ancient God Mirror under the guidance of the Ancient God Venerable.

But in his heart, he was actually fearless.

With the support of the great Ancient God, even if the demon king Quan Shou was in front of him, why would he be afraid of a fight?

With a sharp blade in his body, the killing intention arises naturally.

A three-foot sword hangs from my waist, no matter where you go, north or south or east or west, I will stop you if you are angry!

The Ancient God stroked my head, and killed the ape brave with three swords. It should not be a problem for him to kill the demon king with five swords one day.

Of course, the teachings from the ancient god are still ringing in my heart——

"Although no one can escape fame and fortune, there is another thing to consider besides fame and fortune, that is emotion. Is there anyone who will never forgive you for Yuan Yong's death?"

"What if there is?" Chai Asi asked in his heart.

"What is your sword made of?" The ancient god asked back.

Chai Asi thought about it seriously: "Probably not."

"That means you have less trouble. I look forward to your next performance." The great ancient god interrupted the voice.

Chai Asi dragged his bloodstained body, but he walked faster and faster.

The monsters passing by looked at him with some surprise, but no one came up to ask him what happened. In this city, no one regards him as an important person, and of course no one wants to cause trouble because of him.

Chai Asi broke into the Old Ape Tavern with blood all over his body, and before the monster watching the scene rolled up his sleeves, he said eagerly: "I want to see the Fifth Master! About the regular money!"

The monster watching the scene, Zhu Dali, laughed loudly.

Yuan Yong, nicknamed "Scar Master", and Yuan Laoxi, nicknamed "Fifth Master", are both the incense masters of the Water Curtain Hall of the Flower and Fruit Society.

It's just that the former is young and strong, while the latter has entered a period of decline, so their influence is incomparable. Even the lucrative job of collecting regular fees was snatched away by Yuan Yong.

After grabbing the lucrative job, Yuan Yong wanted to make another fortune separately. This matter could not be hidden from too many monsters, and he also heard the news.

What made him laugh was that Chai Asi, a cowardly and timid dog monster who could be bullied by anyone, did not dare to resist Yuan Yong. Could he dare to come to the Old Ape Tavern to ask for the regular fees that had already been paid?

"Hahahaha... Uh!"

The big-bodied Zhu Dali could not laugh anymore.

Before he could see clearly what happened, the rusty iron sword was inserted into his mouth.

The taste of rust was astringent on the tip of the tongue. That bit of coldness could penetrate his throat and break his neck at any time!

The drinkers in the tavern were also quiet for a while.

Many of the little demons here know Chai Asi, and they all know that he is just a useless person. Why did he suddenly become a fierce demon now? !

"I want to see Master Wu." Chai Asi ignored any demons, and only looked at Zhu Dali with a suddenly fierce look, and repeated it again.

Zhu Dali raised his hands high, not daring to move, and only responded with his nose: "Hmm!"

Chai Asi slowly retracted the iron sword, signaled Zhu Dali to turn around with his eyes, and then put the iron sword against his waist and followed him to the inner room of the tavern.

When passing the counter, he said coldly: "Warm me a pot of wine."

The demon with snow-covered arms and neck, standing gracefully behind the counter, is Yuan Laoxi's daughter, Yuan Xiaoqing, who occasionally comes to the tavern to help.

Her hand reached under the counter and just grabbed a boning knife, Chai Asi said this, and gave her a cold look that passed by.

Reborn like this!

Yuan Xiaoqing didn't react for a moment, and nodded blankly.

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