Fang Zhe carried Jiang Su into Luoning City. He held the killing knife in his hand, and Jiang Su was still sleeping behind him.
The people nearby saw this nine-foot tall man carrying a beauty on his back, holding a sword in his hand, and a broken sword hanging on his waist, so they all silently stayed away from them.
Fang Zhe didn't realize the reason. He just felt that it was already dusk and people would rest after sunrise and sunset, so he should find a place to rest, so he simply found a tea shed under a big tree.
He walked steadily, and when he entered the tea shed with his knife in hand, the monks in the tea shed all put down the tea in their hands and stared at this rather tall monk.
Liu Yunqing and Dong Yiyi also happened to be sitting in the tea shed at this time. The two of them were waiting for news from Qi Shi, the sword cultivator from the Western Regions whom they met before. The youngest of the three, Qi Zhizhi, was also sitting next to Dong Yiyi.
side.
They had something to discuss and were not distracted at all from looking at other people.
Fang Zhechao's position was exactly one table away from them. He sat down facing the three of them with Jiang Su on his back.
Fang Zhe's face was indifferent, but he carefully placed Kusha on the table. He took off the Zhanhan Broken Sword from his waist and followed Kusha. Then he gently lifted Jiang Su's two lower legs to prevent them from touching the table in front of him.
, and he slowly sat on the bench.
The people onlookers saw him casually placing the magic weapon on the table, thinking that he was also here to explore the matter of demon cultivators, and then they relaxed and continued to exchange information.
A magic cultivator holding a walking stick was talking about something exciting with the person opposite him. He suddenly slapped the table a few times and said loudly: "The magic cultivator appears so frequently at this time. This is the conspiracy of the city lord Chen Zeshen! Haven't you noticed?
Are there more than half the monks in Luoning City missing?!"
Not to be outdone, the sword cultivator on the opposite side immediately slapped the table and shouted loudly: "The lack of monks means they have left. Where can you get the evidence to prove that it was Chen Chengzhu who did it! There is a group of unpredictable people in Luoning City.
What good will it do him to practice demon cultivation?"
"I think it's people like you who practice with your brain who like to have random thoughts all day long."
The Dharma practitioner was even more dissatisfied, and directly knocked the floor with his wooden stick, making a clanging sound.
He replied: "What nonsense are you thinking? I think you sword cultivators don't have any brains. I am a hexagram master in Dharma cultivation. I calculated the result!"
The hexagram master knows the yin and yang of the heaven and earth, plays with the Qimen Dunjia, hides the fortune in the turtle shell, and distinguishes good and bad under the six lines.
The two got into a heated argument, and after a few words they made an appointment to have a fight in the woods outside the city gate.
Fang Zhe's brows were furrowed from the very beginning of the quarrel between the two, and murderous intent was released all over his body, expressing his dissatisfaction.
He gently held Jiang Su in his arms from behind, and used his murderous aura to form a barrier around himself, blocking out the sounds of the two people's quarrels.
"The deer is asleep, don't let them wake it up."
He covered Jiang Su's body with his sleeves, slowed down his breathing, and had a satisfied smile on his lips.
Liu Yunqing and the others were looking at the two men's melons carefully...
When the hexagram master said loudly that it was the conspiracy of the city lord Chen Zeshen, the three of them looked at him at the same time.
Qi Zhizhi clenched Dong Yiyi's sleeves tightly, with a nervous expression on his face. He deliberately lowered his delicate voice and said, "Sister Yiyi, he has guessed..."
Dong Yiyi casually glanced at his grabbed sleeve, and inadvertently moved in the direction of Liu Yunqing beside him. Without showing any signs of expression on his face, he said in a warm voice: "Well, this divination master is quite capable, really let him
That’s right.”
Liu Yunqing frowned, his face was serious, he hugged his sword and said: "If someone has guessed it, I'm afraid our rescue operation will be more difficult tonight. The city lord will definitely set more traps waiting for us to fall into the trap.
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When Qi Zhizhi heard this, his eyes immediately became moist. He pursed his lips and said softly: "What about my second brother...", holding Dong Yiyi's sleeves in a circle.
Hearing the sound of "tearing", Dong Yiyi quickly lowered his head and looked at his sleeves, only to see that there was another hole in the sleeves of the white Taoist robe.
She sighed softly, as if responding to Qi Zhizhi's concern about his second brother Qi Wen, and also as if she was feeling sorry for her white cassock, which had seven holes repaired.
This junior sister from the Western Region couldn't control her strange strength. When she was nervous, she would pull on other people's sleeves, and the next second she would have a hole in her own clothes.
Qi Zhizhi also heard the sound, and quickly stopped her tears, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, sister Yiyi, I didn't pay attention... I will give you some spiritual stones to buy robes..."
After saying that, she took out a medium-sized money bag from her storage bag, which contained bulging spiritual stones. Without saying a word, she put it into Dong Yiyi's arms.
When Dong Yiyi saw this, he didn't stop him and allowed the rich sister to stuff him money.
Liu Yunqing coughed lightly, and then secretly communicated with Dong Yiyi: "Junior Sister, let me sit next to Junior Sister Qi next time. I still owe you money and haven't paid it back."
Hearing this, Dong Yiyi smiled at Liu Yunqing and said through the message: "Senior brother, I won't bother you with this kind of hard work. Moreover, this junior sister Qi voluntarily sat next to me. How can I drive her away again?"
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This is not your sister, this is clearly your God of Wealth.
Liu Yunqing withdrew his envious gaze and glanced towards the opposite side unintentionally, his pupils suddenly dilated.
She saw her junior medical practitioner, who was said to have gone to the inner city to repay favors for her uncle, being held in the arms of a strong man dressed in red with murderous intent.
And junior sister Jiang Suzheng closed her eyes quietly like a kitten, her face was pale, and her eyes were black and blue, as if...as if she had passed away...
Liu Yunqing immediately drew his sword and faced Fang Zhe with his sword, "Who are you and what did you do to my junior sister?!"
Seeing this, Dong Yiyi looked in the direction of Liu Yunqing's sword, and happened to see her precious junior sister Susu being held in this man's arms, with her eyes closed and unresponsive.
Dong Yiyi was horrified and immediately drew his sword and struck Fang Zhe without saying a word, "You thief, why did you kidnap my junior sister!"
Qi Zhizhi didn't know why, but she also met Jiang Su, a medical practitioner from Shifang Sect that day, so she simply drew her sword and joined the battle.
Fang Zhe didn't know these people. When he saw them attacking him, he was afraid of waking up Jiang Su in his arms. He immediately used his spiritual power to use the hatchet to kill and the residual knife to cut off Han to resist Dong and Qi.
When Liu Yunqing saw that the two junior sisters had already taken action, he naturally refused to be outdone and attacked Fang Zhe's face.
A cold light suddenly appears on the sword's blade, and the sword can be used to control the wind.
At this time, Jiang Su moved his eyelids slightly and muttered in confusion: "My legs, my legs are numb again... Xiao, Xiao Liu, get up..."
After saying that, she slowly opened her eyes, and her heart trembled with shock at the sight in front of her.
Liu Yunqing, his sword cultivator brother, was looking at him angrily at this moment, with his wind-winding sword pointed at his chest, and the sword wind struck suddenly at his face.
Senior sister Yiyi also frowned, clenched her teeth, and struck at her with a sword in her hand. Another junior sister who had only met once, a sword cultivator, also held a sword and looked full of pride.
He was about to cut himself across the waist.
She felt that familiar music was already ringing in her consciousness.
"Who can compete with me in the world of pride? Who can slay a dragon with a single sword in the hand of Qingfeng?"
Jiang Su blinked his eyes and sighed: "..., I must not have woken up yet..."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again with a peaceful face.