Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 97 [Netherworld]

Not long after, Ichiro came cursing.

After seeing the little girl's condition, she said something.

The old man knelt down on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

This disease costs 100 taels!

The old man had never seen so much money in his life, and he was desperate.

100 taels...

Such an astronomical figure is so out of reach for rural farmers.

That's why he gave the bunch of copper coins to the blind girl.

For one thing, a drop in the bucket.

Second, the old man himself knew that his granddaughter was hopeless to be cured.

It's just that this tells him how to give up.

In the wind and sand, a blind and dark girl stood in the distance, quietly watching this scene...

The old man didn't know, but the blind and swarthy girl knew that the illness, let alone a hundred taels, was a thousand taels, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to recover.

The doctor just wanted to cheat some money.

One hundred taels, put some favors, one and twenty taels should be there, right?

But when he learned that the old man was penniless, he left without looking back.

The old man cried for a while and continued cooking porridge.

Knowing that there is hopelessness in the heart, but it is inevitable not to give up.

While serving the porridge, the old man raised his head, and in the midst of the yellow sand and flying snow, a dark girl came slowly.

Holding three bunches of candied haws in his hand, he licked them carefully.

The yellow sand was flying, but not a single grain fell on the candied haws.

A hundred meters away, but in the blink of an eye, like a ghost, it arrives in an instant.

The old man was stunned, and the bowl of porridge in his hand dropped and spilled out.

But like time stands still, everything stays in the air.

The porridge that was spilled was still like that, and the bowl was also floating.

After a while, the old man came to his senses.

Catch the porridge bowl, catch the porridge little by little.

Turning around, the little dark girl had retreated from the room.

Under the black cloak, there are holes in the eyes, which is extremely terrifying.

Glancing at the dark little girl, the old man returned to the house.

The granddaughter, who had been in a coma for many days, has opened her eyes again at this moment, and her face has returned to blood.

The old man wept with joy.

Thank you on the spot.

He knelt halfway down, but he couldn't kneel down no matter what.

"I've saved her life, but I can't heal her throat..."

She was originally a young girl, but her voice was full of vicissitudes.

Probably only when "my big brother" is mentioned can the dark girl try to soften her voice as much as possible.

The elder brother always said, smile more and have a sweeter voice, so that you can get married in the future.

As for getting married, the dark girl didn't listen.

But he understood the meaning, and the eldest brother hoped that she would smile more and have a sweeter voice.

It's a pity that the big brother is not around, and there is no smile at all.

The voice is even hoarse.

Those empty eyes looked even more desolate and lonely.

Her favorite thing is only candied haws.

That was the only food that was suddenly stuffed into her mouth by her big brother when she was about to die.

Because of this, she wandered from the edge of death and regained her life.

The old man hugged his granddaughter, choked up silently, and comforted him again and again:
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with grandpa here, it doesn't matter if you can't talk, anyway, grandpa's ears are not good, so he can't hear...

Being alive is already a blessing in misfortune.

After the grandpa and grandson cried for a long time, when they came to their senses, they went outside the house, but the little dark girl had disappeared.

On the stove, there is a money bag.

Among them, there is a gold ingot and a few silver coins.

And some copper plates.

Among them, the only hanging money is so eye-catching.

The old man supported his granddaughter and knelt to send the snow flying far away.

On the top of the treetops, under the black cloak, the dark girl looked at the thatched cottage from afar.

After being silent for a long time, he turned around suddenly, looked towards the far north, and whispered softly:
"Big Brother, You Ming misses you..."

The voice is so soft, like a dream in the empty valley, it reaches the clouds of the nine heavens, without the slightest hoarseness.

On the cloak, snowflakes fell rustlingly, step by step, facing the north, gradually drifting away.

The snow eagle looking for food circled for a long time, confirmed that the prey was not a threat, finally no longer hesitated, locked on the target, and swooped down.

Not long after, in a cave, a fire was lit up, and on the bonfire, Snow Eagle was naked and hairless...

The details here are naturally not included in the appendix.

After reading the content, Xu Fengnian learned that Huang's life was safe, and he fell down safely with a huge stone in his heart.

As for the rest, he didn't care much.

Come to think of it, elder brother Xu Qianqiu really has something to do with the first floor under heaven.

It's just that Xu Fengnian was a little curious in his heart, who did that last punch.

Attachment [-]:

After this battle, the old monster Wang Xianzhi once again became famous all over the world.

Jian Jiuhuang, Jian Jiu, stepped into the realm of celestial phenomena, but was also defeated by Wang Xianzhi.

Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi fought against Tianxiang again, receiving a mysterious palm forcefully. Although he was injured, his life was not harmed, and his strength remained.

All the temples in the rivers and lakes know that although Wang Xianzhi is known as the second in the world, there are many people who can fight against him without defeat.

Wang Xianzhi is no more than the pinnacle of celestial phenomena.

Has not yet stepped into the realm of land immortals.

On this continent, there are still one or two land gods.

There are also many pseudo land gods.

It's just that these people have not been born for three to five years, and after a long time, there are no more legends about them in the world.

But there is indeed such a small person who is still alive in the world.

Attachment [-]:

After this battle, no one in the world would say that the Nine Yellow Sword was inferior to the sword god Deng Tai Ah too much.

Inside the Guanhai Tower, Cao Changqing praised and said: "Since the sword nine is released, the magnificent sword will sweep the world, and there is no more brilliant sword move in the world."

Attachment [-]:

The three masters on the first floor of the world appeared.

One knife and one sword, the combination of swords and swords can fight against the sky.

The white-haired witch, the flame palm, is suspected to refer to the realm of mystery.

What the three of them cultivated was the way of killing Shura.

Shura's killing has the strongest combat power, and can kill enemies across borders.

But not long.

And it is very easy to go crazy and die suddenly.

Therefore, there are very few practitioners of this way.

This is why there is no theory of magic in this world.

Because it cannot become a climate.

The higher the realm, the faster the death.

Cultivation is originally for the avenue of longevity, to spy on the supreme realm of heaven and man.

The longer you live, the greater your chances.

Asura killed a group that has been in decline for thousands of years.

One knife, one sword and one witch, those who are interested guess, doubts are the third of the twelve wind and cloud envoys.

If this is the case, the real strength of No. [-] Building in the World may need to be reassessed.

Beimang Sixiang, Liyang Dongchang, have to be busy.

After reading the content, Xu Fengnian felt relieved, and came to Qianqiu Pavilion with the crucian carp he just caught in his hand.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish.

Thank you with fish.

In the courtyard, in the Qianqiu Pavilion, His Royal Highness is taking an afternoon nap.

Ginger paste is cooking rice wine.

Lao Huang, his favorite is this rice wine.

After a long time, Xu Fengnian also likes to drink some.

"Jiang Ni, my brother is really kind to you. There are countless maids in this huge palace, and you are the only one who has your own private yard, and there is also a vegetable garden inside..."

Xu Fengnian didn't finish his flattery, Jiang Ni interrupted decisively: "No matter how much you say, there is absolutely no way this rice wine will be shared with you, so save some saliva."

Little heartless!
Xu Fengnian took the fish and went to see his elder brother Xu Qianqiu.

This is the first secret talk between the two brothers in more than ten years.

A total of time, one hour, another stick of incense.

Blue bird sweet potato, stay and listen.

Other than that, there is no one else.

(End of this chapter)