The Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue I met before, as well as the current one, all have one characteristic.

That is ‘not eating the fireworks of the world’.

"All masters are so stupid..." Looking at the swordsman who left with a sneer, Zhao Yu curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"This man's sword power even surpasses Ye Gucheng!"

Jiang Yuyan stared at the direction the swordsman left, frowned slightly and said.

Back in the Fengtian Palace, she had absorbed Ye Gucheng's flying immortals by grafting flowers and trees, and gained some understanding of the way of swordsmanship.

Seeing this man, his sword intent is simple to the point of boring, but he also has an aura that makes him look like no one else in the world.

"certainly!"

Zhao Yu nodded naturally.

When the Twelve Shas of Tianchi showed that frightened expression, he already knew the origin of this swordsman.

Although Tonghuang is just a killer, there is nothing in the world that can make her so fearful, not even the Xiongba who founded the Tianxiahui can do it!

Looking around the world, there is only one person.

That is the eldest brother of Wushuang City Lord Dugu Yifang.

Sword Saint Dugu Sword!!

…

In the next few days, Zhao Yu and the others continued walking leisurely in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

And every once in a while, a letter falcon will fall down.

Therefore, Zhao Yu still knew everything that happened in the temple and the rivers and lakes.

The governor of Xichang, Gong Yuhuatian, got a beautiful woman from somewhere and bewitched the new emperor.

For several days in a row, not to mention going to court, he didn't even go out of the imperial study room. Chao Gang, who had just improved due to the diligent work of the new emperor, also plummeted.

The arena is even more lively, and forces are springing up like mushrooms after a rain.

"The world is in chaos..."

Zhao Yu put the letter in his hand into the system backpack and whispered to himself.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Erhaler stopped the carriage and looked at the gravel road not far away.

Following Erha's eyes, he saw a long trail of blood trailing on the gravel road.

At the end of the bloodstain was a young monk lying on the ground, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young monk's tattered monk's robes were soaked with blood. He struggled with one hand to crawl forward, but could not move an inch.

"died?"

Erha walked forward cautiously, frowning slightly.

Since he was a child, he had followed Buludu in the desert, doing the business of licking blood, so he could easily detect whether someone was dead.

But when he saw this little monk, Erha felt a little uncertain.

Judging from his breath, this young monk was already dead.

But the strange thing is that Erha has a very absurd feeling that the energy of the person in front of him seems to be still there.

"Turn over and take a look..."

Zhao Yu stepped forward and ordered Erha.

Erha agreed and turned the little monk lying on the ground over.

hiss!

After seeing a bloody hole the size of a bowl on the left side of his chest, Erha couldn't help but take a breath.

The young monk's heart had been broken by the energy.

Logically speaking, if he was injured like this, he would have died at that time.

But judging from the bloodstains all around, it was obvious that the little monk crawled over from afar!

My heart is broken, let alone a young monk, even a master like Zhao Yu who has passed the thirteen levels of the golden bell, I am afraid that he will not survive.

"Um?!"

Just when Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to touch the young monk, his brows furrowed slightly.

This little monk is not dead yet!

The reason why there is still a trace of energy in the broken heart is because the little monk's body was passed into an inner breath that Zhao Yu was very familiar with!

Moko is infinite!!!

Zhao Yu was shocked, and then wiped the blood on the young monk's face with his sleeve.

A very ugly-looking silhouette appeared in front of him.

"Is it really him?"

Zhao Yu was shocked when he saw this face that was even uglier than Erha.

"Do you know him?"

Erha looked at Zhao Yu's expression and asked subconsciously.

Zhao Yu did not answer. After pondering for a moment, he immediately said to Erha: "Let's go back to the town we passed before!"

Before they came, they passed through a quiet town.

When passing by before, Zhao Yu didn't pay much attention to an inconspicuous town.

But when he saw the young monk and sensed the trace of Moko in the young monk's body, some scattered memories gradually became clear.

"Then he..."

Erha looked hesitantly at the little monk covered in blood on the ground.

If it was a dead person, Erha wouldn't care too much. There are so many such things these days.

But now that this person still has a trace of breath, it is somewhat difficult to accept that he is left behind like this.

Or maybe Erha, although he was a bandit who committed murder and swindled goods, he was not a heinous villain.

"Don't worry, someone will save him!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand, then turned around and got on the carriage.

Erha glanced at the young monk who was lying on the ground as if dead, then took off his upper body clothes and covered the young monk's chest.

After doing all this, he returned to the carriage and drove shirtless towards the town he just passed.

…

And less than a stick of incense had passed after Zhao Yu and others left, a figure covered in black clothes came to the little monk's house carrying a woman also dressed in black, whose heart was also broken.

before.

"Um?"

The man in black frowned slightly when he saw the clothes covering the little monk.

However, she also understood that now was not the time to think about this. The inner breath she sent to the two of them could only maintain their energy and energy for a short period of time.

The man in black stretched out his hand slightly and took the seemingly dead little monk into his hand.

His figure flickered. On the desolate road, apart from the shocking blood stain, where was the shadow of the man in black?

…

"Killing people!!"

Just when Zhao Yu and the other two drove their carriage back to the town, they heard a scream coming from the east side of the town.

Zhao Yu moved and flew straight towards the place where the sound came from.

Jiang Yuyan and Erha followed closely behind.

Not long after, the three of them arrived outside a house that was relatively spacious for a small town.

The gate of the house is ajar.

Without even going in, a pungent smell of blood came out from inside.

After all, Erha had seen the world before. Faced with the pungent smell of blood, he just frowned, then quickly stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Purgatory on earth...

Seeing this scene in front of him, not to mention Zhao Yu, even Erha couldn't help but retched.

In the courtyard, there were stumps of limbs and arms, and the blood dyed the entire courtyard red.

The white walls all around are covered with bloody fingerprints that the deceased struggled to press before death.

What really made Zhao Yu vomit was the fact that there was a steaming cauldron propped up at the entrance of the main hall.
Chapter completed!