The Battle of Martial Arts Breaks the Wind and Cloud

The King of Ghosts fought Tian Buyi for more than a hundred rounds, and Tian Buyi lost in the end.The ghost king was about to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, the black blade chased Tian Buyi and killed him, but Duan De made another attack, and a sword glow smashed the black blade.

"You..." Ghost King looked at Duan De angrily.

Duan De smiled evilly, "Let's go. This is not a place for you to stay. As long as I am in Qingyunmen, you can't destroy Qingyunmen. As for Baguio, she will follow me temporarily. I will protect her safety. Good. You can rest assured."

"You hooked up with my daughter, but you didn't join my holy religion. I'm so mad. Now you want to stop me..." The ghost king shouted angrily, his voice almost hysterical.

Duan De shrugged helplessly, "In my eyes, the struggle between good and evil is unnecessary and meaningless. In fact, it is definitely the wisest choice for you to immediately. Otherwise, once the head of Daoxuan recovers, what do you want to do?" I can’t go anymore. Also, I want to remind you that Qingyun Sect still has a top master, Wan Jianyi. Do you really think that Qingyun Sect can be wiped out with your Ghost King Sect?”

The following words are actually not only a reminder, but also a warning to the ghost king, so that the ghost king knows how to advance and retreat, otherwise it will not be Duan De's responsibility if he is really injured in Qingyunmen.

In fact, Duan De was already very kind to the Ghost King, if it wasn't for Baguio's face, Duan De wouldn't bother to talk so much with the Ghost King.

"Hmph, let's go!" The ghost king dropped a sentence, and angrily glanced at the seriously injured Daoxuan, then his figure flew away and quickly went away. Speed ​​down Qingyun Mountain.

Chapter 78 The Mysterious Man

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 sound of the wind and rain outside the house, frowning slightly, and sighing softly. In such bad weather, most likely there will be no more customers coming up.

His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain, a big mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the door has been the way of business travel 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 are only five tables in the shabby hut, at the moment there are three tables with guests sitting beside it, and a single man sits at the farthest corner, where it is a dark place that cannot be illuminated by lights, the man is sitting alone There, even the face is blurred.

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 and said, "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 calmly: "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 at the same time, Na always stood up and stared closely at the old and the young, but the two of them didn't respond, 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."

After he sat back, the small shop immediately fell silent, and the mysterious man who was in the corner just now seemed to have also calmed down, and didn't speak any more.

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.

"...In short, at that time, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger. Fortunately, the old god Daoxuan was involved in good luck, and with a light tap of his finger, thunder and lightning fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles. Repel the demon cultists!"

"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 Great, why did so many people die in the Qingyun Sect in the battle of Qingyun Mountain, you are the head of the Demon Cult, 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. Ten years have passed since the last Qingyun Mountain Great War, and Xiaohuan has grown up, looking beautiful , but still wandering around the world with Zhou Xian.

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 by relying on the ability of opening his mouth. He speaks lively and lifelike, far better than those young people just now. After a while, even Boss He couldn't help but leave Come here, everyone gathers together, listening to Zhou Yixian staring at each other, looking back on the past while talking and laughing...

"what!"

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