Cheng Yu folded his wings and landed on the roof of Zhuangtou's backyard.

Just now he took a hurried tour of the front and back yards and found that all the bird's nests were empty.

He felt uneasy and chirped several times in front of and behind the village.

When no bird responded, Cheng Yu's heart sank, and he spread his wings to continue searching.

"Chi chi chi."

"Chirp."

Suddenly there were bursts of birds chirping in the wilds, and Cheng Yu felt happy when he heard it.

They are all still there.

"Pulling!"

Que Lao Niang and Hei Tantou's family flew back one after another, landed on the roof of Zhuangtou's house, and chatted for a while, discussing the various strange phenomena just now.

The sparrows were docile and bouncing around as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Yu felt relieved when he saw that all the birds were fine.

At this time, Jia Fei transformed into a human form, jumped up and down the spine, flew high, and landed gently next to Cheng Yu, frightening the other sparrows and flying away.

Cheng Yu only had time to ask what happened just now, and Jia Fei gave a rough account of what happened.

Dense white thorns...

The old hedgehog lady...

The restless golden blade...

Cheng Yu briefly thought about it in his mind, and then roughly recounted what happened in the civil and military hall in the morning, picking out the important ones.

After some discussion with the bird and the cat, this old hedgehog spirit should be related to the evil spirit in the mountain col.

Now Qi Ling Youer has been fused with the snowflake, and she has taken on a human form and can speak human words.

As long as she leads the way, it shouldn't be difficult to find the mountain pass.

As for the restless golden light blade, put it in the treasure bag first, and wait until it is near the mountain col before doing anything easy.

The two of them had just discussed the outline when they heard a cry of surprise coming from the main room of the village below.

"Yo! Wake up, wake up!"

"This is the immortal, he looks so fair."

"Mo Hun said."

Another banker quietly punched the banker and glanced at Huo Yazi.

The person who praised the immortal whiteness hurriedly covered his mouth when he saw Huo Yazi's dark and red face.

The young swordsman woke up and turned around.

At this time, there were eight or nine villagers surrounding the hot bed, plus Huo Yazi and Fei Yanzu, who had about a dozen people, so the main room was packed to the brim.

The young swordsman lying in the middle of the kang slowly opened his eyes. In the dark room, there was an indescribable strange smell, and there were dark faces...

Did you come to the underworld after death?

He tried to move his body, but he was still there.

As soon as he got lucky, he felt sluggish all over, and another mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, almost gushing out in public, and then he remembered what had just happened.

Alas!

The sword is gone, and it is better to die.

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't move around. It's safe here. Recuperate in peace."

The sword immortal's heart suddenly froze, who is speaking?

Why does it sound so familiar?

He turned his back to the sky and opened his eyes again, and an old face with a beard was reflected in his eyes.

Hmm?

The swordsman turned over and got up with a "Gulu" sound. He stared at Huo Yazi's old face and looked left and right. He lowered his head and saw the two ancient characters "spiritual calamity" on the broken sword. Then he looked back at the old Taoist saying.

His face was full of disbelief.

I was stunned to see Feiyan next to me.

Is Master’s old face so good-looking?

Huo Yazi seemed to suddenly remember something, and he hurriedly stood up to avoid it, but saw the young swordsman turned over and got off the kang, kneeling in front of the old Taoist.

"Meet the master's uncle!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"This... alas!"

The old Taoist sighed and sat back on the edge of the kang.

Feiyan quietly pulled the old Taoist, whispered in his ear and asked:

"Master, how much did it cost to hire him?"

"Ah go go go!"

The old Taoist became even more impatient after hearing this, and waved his hand to brush Fei Yan away.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door outside the house, and Zhuangtou Liu An opened the door, but it was Xiang Lian who was called to question by the old Taoist.

Xianglian saw everyone in the room kneeling, sitting or standing, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Meet the old god."

Xianglian said ten thousand blessings, Huo Yazi waved his hand.

She took out the broken sword handle from her sleeve and offered it with both hands:

"I found this in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. I think it belongs to this immortal."

The kneeling swordsman only glanced back, then closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look again.

Feiyan stretched out his head to take a look, but saw that no one dared to pick it up. He stepped forward and took the sword handle. His hands were cold, and there was a faint sound of tide coming from it. He couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue.

Master has spent a lot of money this time.

Could it be that the strange screams outside the village just now were arranged by him?

But Zhuangzi had just died yesterday, and one of them was possessed by an evil spirit and was beheaded by his master on the spot. His reputation was already unparalleled, so why did he make such an arrangement?

And why am I completely unaware of such a large-scale battle?

Alas, this master is really getting harder and harder to understand.

Huo Yazi took the sword handle and suddenly remembered something. While the young man at his feet was still kneeling and sobbing secretly, he quietly handed Feiyan the Spiritual Tribulation Sword placed on the edge of the kang, hinting him to put the sword into its sheath.

Fei Yan put the broken sword into its sheath, and Lao Dao took the sword back into its sheath, and then looked at the sword handle in his hand carefully.

There are two ancient Chinese seal characters engraved on the front of the sword: passing water.

It must be the name of this flying sword.

There are four small characters on the sword handle: Qianxia Qiuluo.

"Your name is Qiu Luo?"

"Back to my uncle, yes."

"The fairy sword fades away?"

"Yes!"

"Well, raise your head."

The man named Qiu Luo raised his head, but he no longer dared to look directly at Huo Yazi's old face.

"Whose disciple are you?"

Qiu Luo was stunned for a moment and said:

"Disciple Luoxiafeng, master Yuta Xuanshen."

"Oh, he's Xuan Shen's disciple. It's such a pity that he's lost his life..."

Qiu Luo lowered his head again, and Huo Yazi asked him to get up and answer.
To be continued...