Blue sky is supreme

Chapter 88

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Black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to press down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast land amidst the howling wind.

In the wilderness, there is no village in front of you, no land behind, and there is only one ancient road extending from a distance, and it extends to the distance alone.

In the dark clouds of the night sky, there was a low thunderclap, and the rain between the sky and the earth gradually increased.

The earth is solemn and solemn, except for the sound of wind and rain, the wilderness is pitch black, only a single light is lit on the edge of the ancient road, revealing a little light.

This is a wilderness hut. The owner's surname is He, a middle-aged man in his early forties, who was born in Xiaochi Town, a day's journey away from here. Travelers going north provide a place to rest and drink tea, so as to earn some hard money.

At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the howling wind and rain outside, frowning slightly, and sighing softly. In such bad weather, most likely there would be no more customers coming.

His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and the Western Great Swamp. The ancient road outside the door has been a road for business travelers since ancient times, and it is also the only way to the big city in the east——East Sea Changhe City, so From time to time travelers pass by.

Right now, on this stormy night, there are still a few customers in this wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, avoiding the bitter wind and rain outside.

"Crackling."

The wick of the oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight crackling sound, waking up the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness.The sound of wind and rain outside the house became louder and louder, as if choked with sobs. It seemed that the guests here would not be able to leave this night.

Thinking like this, he looked up at the customers in his shop.There were only five tables in the shabby hut, at the moment there were guests sitting at three tables, and a single woman was sitting at the corner one.

And at the two tables that are closer, there is an old man with extraordinary bearing and a young girl sitting on the edge of one table. The old man has a bamboo pole leaning on the table, and there is a piece of cloth on it, which reads "immortal". The four characters "Guiding the way" seem to be a fortune teller.

As for the last table, it was the business traveler with the largest number of people. There were four people in total, and the corner behind them was full of goods. At this moment, it seemed that there was a young man in the middle cursing the ghost softly.

"Okay, don't talk about it." Another old man among the four who looked older shouted at him, turned his head, smiled at Boss He, and slightly apologized: "Boss He, today's windy and rainy day Big one, it also caused you to stay up late with us."

Boss He smiled and shook his head. This group of business travelers often come and go on this ancient road, and they have come to his small shop many times to rest, so they are considered regular customers. He said immediately: "It doesn't matter, it's normal for me to stay up late, but today I started from daytime. From the beginning, it looked like a dark cloud, why are you still on your way, sir?"

The old man was startled when he heard the words, then he looked at the other people in the same group, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, why don't we know that the weather is bad today, but it is really difficult to go out."

Boss He let out an "ah".

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, drank the tea in the cup, and said, "Boss He, the current world is so difficult!"

Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"

The old man smiled wryly, and said: "Ten years ago, the Demon Cult, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that it fought a big battle with the gods of Zhengdao in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, this In the past ten years, the Demon Cult has not been wiped out by the Righteous Way, but has been flourishing day by day, and it is heard everywhere that they are fighting against the Righteous Way."

Boss He was silent, the old man sighed, and said: "We ordinary people can't control what they fight with them, but under this fight, the world is in chaos, and now thieves are rampant, and there are countless people who rob their homes and houses. We are outside I'm not eating, and I'm worried every day, I'm afraid I'll meet a strongman, so I hurried on my way, but I was stopped here by the wind and rain, please trouble Boss He."

Boss He shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."

While he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a far corner, and said coldly: "So, this gentleman thinks that the chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you said?"

The old man was startled, he didn't speak, he looked at the table with the fortune teller and the young girl in front of him, and looked at them, the girl's eyes were bright, she had a pretty face, there was a dimple on the corner of her mouth, she looked adorable.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old business traveler: "This old man!"

The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"

The young girl said softly: "Old man, your face is thin and full of lines, but the shape of your face is not broken. Although the Lord's life has been full of twists and turns, it is still considered safe. It's just that you have a small scar at the sixth part of the heaven, which is horizontal in the face, blocking it. Life line, wealth line, Lord, when you get old, there may be a catastrophe. Now that you are old, it is better to talk less and avoid disasters."

All the merchants changed their colors together, and the old man even stood up and stared closely at the old and the young, but the two of them didn't react, they remained calm.After a long while, the old man's face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked around, finally sat back, cupped his hands to the girl and said, "Thank you for your guidance, miss."

It's just that the long night was really unbearable. After a long time, people in the business travelers over there gradually began to chat. After talking, they talked about the battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, and naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose.Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points in the mouths of ordinary people.

As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and the others heard it too, and were attracted to them.

"...Anyway, at that time, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in critical condition. Fortunately, Daoxuan, the old god, was involved in good luck, and with a light tap of his finger, suddenly thunder and lightning fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles. Only then will the people of the Demon Cult be repelled!"

"Fart!" Suddenly, he yelled softly, but it was uttered by the handsome old man who was sitting at the same table with the girl. Everyone was taken aback, looked at him, and only heard the old man say: "If Daoxuan is really so Terrific, why did Qingyun Sect die so many people in the battle of Qingyun Mountain, even the head of the Seven Meridians died, and the other elders and disciples were killed and injured countless times, you are the demon leaders of the Demon Sect, are you living for nothing?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, the girl next to him frowned and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I told people not to talk too much just now, why are you talking so much?"

The old man chuckled, and his face, which was originally quite like a crane bone fairy, suddenly became a little proud, and said in a low voice: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my fate a long time ago, although I have been wandering all my life, But when you grow old, you are lucky, the Lord will grow old safely, and someone will die, hehe, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

The young girl just took a sip of tea, almost choked on his words, coughed twice, and stared at the old man angrily, but the old man was complacent and didn't take it seriously.

The old and the young are none other than Zhou Yixian, a fortune teller who travels the world, and his granddaughter Xiaohuan (Zhou Xian is Ye Ming, but Xiaohuan was rescued by Zhou Xian from a bandit by chance!), Now it has been ten years since the last battle between righteousness and evil in Qingyun Mountain, Xiaohuan has grown up, and she is beautiful and beautiful, but she still follows Zhou Yixian wandering around the world.

At this time, Zhou Yixian seemed to be hooked, and regardless of the first meeting with others, he pulled the stool and sat in the middle of those business travelers, and began to talk about the battle of Qingyun back then, Xiaohuan was angry at the side End, but there is nothing to do.

Zhou Yixian's eloquence is very good. Besides, he walks the world with only one mouth. His words are lively and lifelike, far better than those young people just now. After a while, even Boss He couldn't help but walk over , everyone gathered together, listening to Zhou Yixian staring at each other, looking back at the past while talking and laughing... It seemed that they had also calmed down at this moment, and did not speak any more.

"what!"

Hearing the excitement, those young people exclaimed at the same time, and one of them couldn't help asking: "Old man, were you there at that time, and you know so carefully?"

Zhou Yixian was stunned, then patted his clothes with his hands, shook his head and sighed: "I've always been unwilling to interfere in these matters of beating and killing, let those juniors of Qingyun sect do it!"

Everyone was taken aback, and immediately felt awe and respect, but at this moment, they heard a "pop" sound from the side, it was Xiaohuan who spouted out the sip of tea he just drank, and coughed continuously.

Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled, at this time a young man next to him said, "Old man, what happened to that disciple named Zhang from Qingyun Sect?"

Zhou Yixian said with a chuckle: "I heard that the disciple surnamed Zhang was taken to the Ghost King Sect by the ghost king of the Ghost King Sect. Ten years have passed, and I don't know what happened."

The pupils of Jin Ping'er in the distance shrank slightly, and his voice became a little low, saying: "Qin Wuyan!"

At this moment, the smile on Qin Wuyan's face also gradually disappeared, with a dignified look, but his voice was still steady, and he said: "Isn't this Mr. Miao!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a muffled voice resounded in the field, and the two groups of people who were secretly confronting each other on the street were suddenly terrified. The originally tense scene seemed like a sharp whistle in the silence, and it was about to explode dangerously.

Even Jin Ping'er and Qin Wuyan kept their calm faces, and the corners of their eyes seemed to twitch slightly. This week, Zhou Xian and the others are too familiar, in Yudu City, Heyang City, Changhe City... he can be seen everywhere , cheated and abducted, but still not dead.

A slightly panicked and embarrassed voice rang out from the audience: "No, it's okay, I, I didn't mean to..."

Everyone looked around, but it was Zhou Xian who was nervous and dropped the gold that he had just received in his arms on the ground with a muffled sound. Xiaohuan was sweating on his forehead and glared at him angrily. Zhou Xian's face turned red He couldn't speak, but in his heart, there was a shock.

In the past ten years, the power of the Demon Cult has flourished, and many young talents have emerged from the younger generation. Among them, the three most outstanding are called "Three Young Masters" by those who have good things, namely: Wandu Sect Qin Wuyan, known as He is called "Poison Lord"; Ghost Li, who has recently risen from the Ghost King Sect, is called "Blood Lord" because of his cruelty and bloodthirsty bead, and the enemy's blood is swallowed; Master Miao".

Among the four major factions of the Devil's Cult, only the younger generation of Changshengtang, no one is on top, and there are no successors.

Over the years, these three young men have been able to call the wind and rain in the Demon Cult. They have already held the important power of the school at a young age. Met.

That's why someone once said that when these three people finally face each other, it may be the time when the real massacre between the four major sects of the Devil's Cult will begin.

But at this moment, the two powerful factions in the Devil's Cult, the Wandumen and the Hehuan faction, faced each other in the eyes of these two young people.

The atmosphere in the arena was unusually quiet and tense. Zhou Xian felt that he was going to be out of breath, and wanted to sneak away with Xiaohuan, but he didn't dare to make any rash moves at this moment, otherwise the two young people would be dead. He doesn't want to expose the evil stars who are famous all over the world, but he can't afford to offend them.

In order not to let himself be exposed, Xiaohuan didn't even teach him. He just secretly expanded Xiaohuan's meridians and nourished his body with fighting spirit since he was a child. He believed that Xiaohuan would improve by leaps and bounds as soon as he practiced.And he also planned to take Xiaohuan to his father, secretly asking his father to teach her!
But the sky is not as good as people wish, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly entered the inn, said to Zhou Yixian: "I miss you, Senior Zhou!" Then he came to Xiaohuan and said: "Help me test these two words!"

After speaking, give Xiaohuan the note with the word Ghost Li written on it!

Xiaohuan excitedly said: "Brother Xiaofan!" But looking at Zhang Xiaofan's calm eyes, he said calmly: "Young master, there are souls in the world, and those who linger after death are all ghosts, which are recognized by the world. Fear! The young master took such a stern name, and he clearly does not believe in ghosts and gods, so why ask me!"

Gui Li said: "You've grown up!" After saying that, he got up and planned to leave, the wild dogs quickly followed after seeing this!

"Brother Xiaofan!" Xiaohuan's call made Guili pause for a moment, then walked away.

The wild dog said: "He's here, I should go too! Xiaohuan, take care, take care!"

Not long after Zhang Xiaofan left, another group of people came!The people from Qingyunmen, Fenxiang and Tianyin Temple arrived.

The helpless Jin Ping'er and Qin Wuyan could only retreat secretly!
"Xiaohuan! Let's go, old man!" Everyone greeted.

Because of Zhou Yixian, Xiaohuan is very familiar with everyone in Qingyunmen, as well as people from Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple, but he has a good relationship with Qingyunmen Zeng Shushu, Lu Xueqi, Zhang Xiaofan, and Lin Jingyu!

Xiaohuan said: "Sister Xueqi, Shushu, Jingyu!..."

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(End of this chapter)