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Chapter 15 The Tragedy of Caomiao Village

The word "separation" is very unpleasant to people, because when it appears, it means that it makes people reluctant to leave, makes people sad, makes people helpless, and makes people's current happiness, warmth, and satisfaction all disappear.

Five days later, the rare snowstorm in Beiyuan stopped. The sky seemed to have been cleansed by magical power and became bluer than before. The white clouds were so clean and pure that it was easy to think of the marshmallows on the West Street of Heyang City.

The snow eagles quickly flew in the air to look for their targets, and the snow wolves began to walk on the snow to see if any silly elk appeared. In short, there is no killing on the snowfield so far, so the place now is very pure. Standing there

It should be very pleasant to look out from the top of the mountain.

Under the highest cliff of Qingluan Peak.

"The scenery in Beiyuan is so beautiful at this time, but I don't want to see this beauty. I would rather the cold wind blows in Beiyuan forever, because then the cave will always be warm."

"Ye Wushae, when I was in the cave before, one of the things I was worried about was whether your soul would be seduced by your Qingyun sisters in the future, but now I'm not worried."

"Because I discovered that you are just a piece of wood. There are very few people who like wood in this world."

For Ye Chao, who has never read romance novels or TV dramas, and has never found a girlfriend, the woman's words are like a fog that makes it difficult for him to understand. Moreover, at this time, he really doesn't know what to do.

say what.

Since you don’t know what to say, you always have to say something.

"The Purple Glow Blade is the ultimate Yin magic weapon in the world, and I see that the energy when you take action is also the Ultimate Yin. Any power or thing that exists as lonely Yin or lonely Yang cannot last long, so you have to pay attention to this."

After he finished speaking, he felt softness in his arms, and then moisture came from his lips.

A strange and indescribable feeling filled his body and mind.

"I'm leaving, remember what I told you."

Since they are destined to be separated, why go together?

After a long time, Ye Chao came back to his senses, looked at the red figure disappearing on the horizon, shook his head, took out the wine bag and took a sip of strong wine, and placed the bell hanging on his waist in his chest, so that this thing would not be lost.

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Facing the presence of a foreign body filled with coldness in its warm nest, a blue sparrow-like bird became dissatisfied. It got out of its nest and jumped on the man's shoulder.

He started chirping non-stop in protest.

"Hey, you're very noisy. Did you see that there? Be careful, I'll stew you." Ye Chao said, pointing to the flames still burning in the cave.

The little sparrow saw that its protest was ineffective and might even lead to some kind of cruel treatment. It had no choice but to fly back to its current nest, which was Ye Chao's chest and lapels, along with its dissatisfaction.

He pecked the bell hard and fell asleep again.

One day later, he also set off and flew towards the outskirts of the snowfield.



A few months ago, he went down the mountain and flew to Beiyuan with his sword. That was because Ye Cheng couldn't wait to possess a magic weapon he refined. After finding the blue jade and bird's nest in Qingluan Mountain, he was no longer anxious.

Therefore, this time on his return trip, he planned to seriously experience the customs and customs of this world, and also do some good deeds for heaven on the way.

Therefore, he did not fly with his sword on the way, but rode a donkey from the prairie of Beiyuan back to the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and this also took nearly ten months.



Blood and black seem to go well together, just like people's perception of green plums and green tea.

In a mountain village, because it was late at night, no candles were lit in every house, and because the clouds in the sky were thick and the starlight and moonlight were hazy, the village looked very dark.

It's like the abyss under the rainbow bridge at Tongtian Peak at night, which is a bit scary.

At this time, there was a man walking around in the village. He quietly opened a wooden door, entered it for a moment, and then came out again.

He didn't carry a package when he went in, and he didn't carry a package when he came out, so he must not have gone to steal anything. Furthermore, people within dozens of miles around know that Caomiao Village is the poorest village.

There can't be any money or treasures or anything like that.

So what did he do?

If you look carefully, you will see that his hands are dripping with some kind of liquid. If you get closer and the clouds in the sky are thinner, you can clearly see that the liquid is human blood.

Caomiao Village is not big, with only a few dozen households. It would take no more than ten breaths for a person to go to each house, and it only takes half an hour to visit all the houses.

The sky was not bright yet, but Caomiao Village faintly revealed a faint smell of blood at this time. When the man walked to the last house, he shook off the blood on his hands, clasped his hands together habitually, and then, he

His body shook as if struck by lightning, and then he knelt down on the ground and began to recite scriptures.

In the early morning, a pleasant and clear sound of bells came on a mountain road, and from time to time there were several harsh male voices singing.

What about the river flowing eastward, what about the sun shining in the sky, what about I love you, my dear girl.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear the chirping of cheerful birds mixed in with it.

"No, I've told you several times, can you please be quiet, little thing? Are you really afraid that I will throw you away? Or roast you?"

Ye Chao looked at the little sparrows that were circling around his head early in the morning and screamed, and said very fiercely.

However, his words had no effect. The little blue sparrow was still circling him and calling, as if it was tireless. As for the threat in his mouth, he had said it countless times in the past six months.

It's never been cashed out once.

"Hey, sir, I have indeed traveled to the magical world of Zhu Xian. Birds are not afraid of people, and donkeys can eat meat and drink wine. It's interesting."

"However, Caomiao Village should be right ahead. This time we have to go in and take a look at our poor classmate Zhang Xiaofan."

The smell of blood will become stronger as time goes by and the blood is stripped from the human body. The man's killing method at night was extremely barbaric. Some of the villagers in Caomiao had their hearts ripped out, and some had their heads twisted off. It was really miserable.

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This scene made Song Daren, a kind-hearted disciple of Dazhu Peak, feel sick to his stomach. However, these village names were familiar to him, and he had even spoken to some of them. He couldn't just let it go, and another one, relying on his Qingyun

The identity of the disciple cannot be ignored.

Therefore, he thought of gathering the bodies of these people together first, and if a fellow disciple passed by this place, they would bury these village names together.


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