"hurry up!"

"Faster!"

A blood shadow controlled the black light, flying with lightning speed in the high sky, scattering white clouds one after another from time to time, dragging a long scratch in the blue sky.

Head all the way west.

It is already the fifth day since we parted ways with Zhou Xian and his grandson.

In the first two days, Du Bishu did not rush like this. At least he was able to stay up at night and go out during the day, so as to ensure proper rest for himself.

But on the evening of the third day, he happened to meet a disciple of the Changsheng Hall who was returning from Liubo Mountain, so he stopped and asked for a few words, and then he learned the bad news.

A piece of bad news he was no stranger to!

The Ghost King Sect deceived the Demon Dao people to Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea in order to gather the efforts of all the families to find and trap the ancient strange beast Kui Niu. Everything went according to the Ghost King Sect's plan. Kui Niu had been captured seven days ago, and it was also

A huge melon burst out.

The two cultivators of the good and evil paths present witnessed with their own eyes the emergence of the blood-devouring bead, the most precious treasure of the evil path, and it was still in the hands of an ordinary cultivator of the right path.

Even though the blood-devouring bead was embedded in a black stick, some people still recognized it.

Qingyun Sect disciple Zhang Xiaofan!

This name instantly became a household name.

During the confrontation between good and evil, many people saw the ferocity of the blood-devouring bead, and even the old vampire demon suffered a secret loss from it.

After Kui Niu was taken away by the Ghost King Sect, as if there was a tacit understanding, the personnel of the three top sects of the righteous path chose to retreat at the same time, no longer fighting with the demonic people. They retreated in a hurry, as if they had more important things to do.

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A vigorous battle dispersed.

"Seven days, seven days! Master and the others should have returned to the mountain long ago!"

Du Bishu was anxious, and at the same time, he also had some self-blame accumulated in his chest.

After escaping from the danger in the Necromantic Abyss, he should have returned to his sect as early as possible, or at least rushed to Liubo Mountain, maybe he could still make it in time. However, the exhilarating feeling brought by training made him ignore the timeline of the development of "Zhu Xian".

I thought there was still a long period of time in between to squander.

By going against the trend of history, even if the general trend cannot be changed, at least small details can be corrected.

Over the years, he has tried very hard. Although the effect is not obvious, there have always been some changes. As for finding a public showdown between Master and Daoxuan, he would not dare to think about it. It would only be regarded as insane.

Being locked up may even bring some negative impacts.

"hurry up!"

'Faster!'

Du Bishu urged himself repeatedly and injected more mana into the soul-capturing cup at his feet.

The flying speed was even faster.

But at this moment, a wave of dizziness appeared without warning, and he staggered and almost fell from the sky.

The continuous rush has already made him exhausted, and the magic power in his body is also showing signs of exhaustion. If this continues, it is very likely that his body will collapse before Qingyun Mountain arrives.

Du Bishu took a deep breath and tried his best to control the soul-capturing cup to swoop down and land on an official road.

On this official road, there was an almost deserted post station. He once rested there when he went to Kongsang Mountain.

It’s already dark, so it’s better to rest for the night before rushing on!

If you continue to rush like this desperately, not to mention whether your body can resist it, even if you go back, it will be a burden.

In the clear blue night sky, the full moon has faded.

In a semi-abandoned inn.

An extremely old postman was adding fodder to the manger. A dim oil lamp hung on the pillar of the stable, gently swaying in the mountain wind.

There are only two horses, but they are quite strong.

No matter how decadent a secular dynasty is, it will not skimp on this to avoid causing trouble when delivering messages.

In front of the three inn wooden houses, there is a simple tea shed.

In the tea shed, there were two businessmen sitting at a table, talking and laughing in low voices.

call out!

A blood shadow fell from the sky and converged. Du Bishu put away the soul-capturing cup and stopped behind the old postman.

"Dad Niu, you are still working so hard, and you are going to cause trouble again tonight."

This old postman, whose surname is Niu and whose given name is Meng, is a villager from nearby Niujia Village. He has been working as an errand for nearly thirty years and is considered a senior civil servant.

There is not much oil and water in the remote officialdom, and only repatriated wounded soldiers like him are willing to continue working.

Niu Meng turned around slowly, his body swaying a little, and his slightly lame leg seemed to be struggling.

After seeing Du Bishu, he was not surprised. He just frowned and looked at the bloody robe on his body, and then grinned again.

"Hey, it's Young Master Xiao Du. Your bloody robe is really scary. If I hadn't seen some scenes, old man, I would have been scared to death by you in the middle of the night."

Fighting on the battlefield, with bloody shirts is a common occurrence. Veterans never die, they just wither, so they still have some courage.

Furthermore, last time I saw this young man in blood robe, his words and behavior were quite to his own liking.

"Have you finished the matter? Are you going back to find your wife?"

Niu Meng leaned over to hug the straw bag on the ground and joked.

Du Bishu agreed with a smile, took the initiative to help hold the straw bag, and spread the straw into the manger: "Dad Niu, you are joking again. My daughter-in-law has not even revealed her birth date, so she might still be attending a private school for enlightenment."

"That's right. With your wealth, you can marry a young concubine at my age, hehe!"

"That's right! Dad Niu, how about I get one for you? Widow Liu is only twenty-one and has a good figure..."

"Go, go, old man, my waist is not good, please stop making fun of me!"

…

The two of them were joking like this, and there was no age gap.

Well, it seems that the two of them are about the same age, but the monk looks much younger.

I still don't want to reveal my age by being called 'Daddy Niu', which is very popular in the circle of cultivators.

Du Bishu is in no hurry to rest.

During a busy journey, stopping is a kind of relaxation.

"Dad Niu, do those two merchants want to stay overnight?"

"No, I asked when I was pouring tea. Maybe I'll leave soon." Niu Meng added more water to the sink.

Even though there were few officials coming and going here, he still kept the two horses fat and strong.

"That's good, I don't want to be crowded in the same room with you and make Hulu Mountain ring!" Du Bishu said with a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Du, haven't you eaten yet? I'm going to add two sweet potatoes to roast, and add a fire to the house you lived in last time."

Seeing the other party nodding, Niu Meng lamely walked towards a wooden house not far away.

Du Bishu didn't stop him. After pouring out the fodder on hand, he turned around and walked to a wooden table in the tea shed to sit down. He took a bowl and poured hot tea into it, slowly warming his stomach.

…

A quarter of an hour passed.

The postman Niu Meng walked out of the wooden house, limped to the tea shed, sat down opposite Du Bishu, and poured a bowl of tea.

"Dad Niu, have you ever thought about going home to retire?"

Looking at the other party's gray hair and stooped body, Du Bishu suddenly asked.

I remember we had an in-depth conversation last time and learned that he still has two children in Niujia Village. Now they are married and have a business, and they even have an eldest grandson for him. It can be said that four generations live under the same roof.

Niu Meng blew the tea stems in the bowl and responded with a smile: "Let's work for a few more years. I have to save some money for my good grandson to go to private school... Hey, someone is coming!"

Anyone?

Du Bishu subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction Niu Meng was looking at.

Outside the tea shed at the inn.

A figure wearing an old dark robe walked slowly, looking very inconspicuous in the night. He didn't carry any necessary luggage for a long journey, and he didn't have a donkey or horse to travel with him. He was just walking on foot.

Seeing someone approaching, Niu Meng stood up with support on the table. Just as he was about to go forward to say hello, he was stopped by Du Bishu who was opposite him and raised his hand.

Because Du Bishu smelled a faint smell of blood!

The senses of cultivators are always much stronger than those of ordinary people.

The visitor came closer, and his face hidden in the darkness was revealed.

The body is withered and the face is pale. The large ink robe seems to be covering an empty skeleton, making a sound in the wind.

This man walked all the way to their table, sat down as if no one else was around, twitched his nose a few times, and stared straight at Du Bishu, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
To be continued...