In the cave at the back of Changsheng Temple, Sun Erlou leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and patted the long sword sheath on his waist from time to time.

After a few hungry meals, the dozens of people in the cave lost their energy and stopped a lot in the past two days. When they came in, they were noisy and very annoying.

Sun Erlou spit on the ground and looked at the man who was sharpening the knife in front of him. The sound of "rustling, rustling" and the sound of the long knife on the grinding stone came out. It was very rhythmic, one after another, full of rhythm.

The knife sharpener was an old man with gray hair, his surname was Zhou, and he was blind in one eye, but Sun Erlou did not dare to call him blind man Zhou, blind man, blind old man.

When I first came here, there was an eight-foot tall man who looked like a dog but had a foul mouth. When he saw Old Man Zhou squatting on the ground sharpening a knife, he sneered at Old Man Zhou for being a blind man.

As soon as the man finished speaking, the smile on his face had not gone away. Old man Zhou took a long knife, strode across, and directly stabbed the man through. People like them, who didn't have many lives on their hands, would survive.

We have seen life and death too much, and those who kill one person cannot fool others.

But Sun Erlou saw clearly at that time that the old man had no expression on his face after killing, and he didn't even raise his eyelids. It was more casual than killing a chicken.

He was not afraid of Sun Erlou, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he was usually quite polite to the old man Zhou, because this man had once served as a commander in the army, so he called him Commander Zhou.

His face had been gloomy since the morning, and he even pulled out his sword and was sharpening it. The old man Zhou Shichang didn't usually act like this to attract his attention.

Sun Erlou looked at Zhou Shichang holding a long knife, looking at the blade with one eye under the sun, looking very serious, and asked curiously: "Zhou Shichang, what are you looking at? What's so good about sharpening a knife?"

Aren’t you looking at your mother-in-law?”

"You don't understand." He shook his head and said: "This knife cannot be sharpened too sharp, because it will easily break, and it cannot be too blunt, because it will easily get stuck in the bones. When two armies are clashing, the heart cannot be soft, and the knife cannot be slow.

, it should be quick to cut it, and it should be refreshing to pull it out.”

As he spoke, he stood up, held the handle of the knife with both hands, made a few slashing movements, and said with a smile: "I don't know if I can survive this time." His eyelids have been twitching since just now, and a disaster is imminent.

The feeling lingered, and he believed in his own feeling, because after decades on the battlefield, Zhou Shichang relied on this intuition to survive.

What Zhou Shichang said was so low that Sun Erlou couldn't hear clearly over the whistling sound of the knife, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, I didn't say anything."

"Said you won't survive." A black-purple sword light danced like a spiritual snake or butterfly, instantly drawing a line of blood from the throats of the four gatekeepers at the entrance of the cave.

The black and purple sword light cut the wooden railing of the cave into small pieces, and then returned to Zhang Shiping's hands. He touched his storage bag and put the Luo Jun sword into it.

After hearing the noise, there were dozens of children in the cave, some of whom still had some strength in them. They plucked up the courage and ran out of the cave. However, when they saw Zhang Shiping walking over and passed the bodies of the four gatekeepers on the ground, they

He stepped back a few times and fell to the ground.

"Stay well and don't run around. Someone will come to pick you up later." Zhang Shiping said to these children, with a commanding tone that did not allow others to question.

On the Loess Avenue outside the east gate of Qingyuan City, there are seven or eight carriages running. At the front of the carriage, there are twenty people, one person and two horses, divided into two columns. The leader is Master Chen who just went to see Zhang Shiping.

Two old men, Wei and Xian Yuchun, followed by eighteen men in well-dressed clothes, rolled up a trail of smoke and dust.

The two men led the people behind them, and you could see the anxious expressions on their faces.

Nearly an hour later, these people arrived at the back mountain of Changsheng Temple. When they saw Zhang Shiping sitting cross-legged in front of the cave entrance, meditating, they came forward cautiously: "I'm late, please forgive me, Master Zhang."

Zhang Shiping opened his eyes and saw that these people were tired of life. He also knew that they had tried their best and did not embarrass them: "Take all the children in the cave back, and send as many as possible back to their parents. Those who have no father or mother,

Just stay and give them something to do so they don't starve to death."

"Yes." The two people agreed immediately. Under the greetings of the two people, a dozen people behind them went into the cave to take out the children and put them in the carriage. Some children were already frightened and wanted to cry but did not dare to make a sound.

, those well-dressed men are not delicate people, they can’t care so much, they can just put people into the car.

"We also disposed of the corpses in the Immortal Temple. Those are Ten Thousand Blood Cultists." Zhang Shiping continued.

The two of them responded quickly.

After Zhang Shiping explained the matter, the Qingzhou matter has come to an end. He can go to the Wanxue Sect headquarters to join the sect and his party, or he can go directly back to the Jiaozuo Sect.

Zhang Shiping thought for a while, he took out the Qingling Ancient Boat, and in the eyes of everyone, he drove the flying magic weapon away. However, the direction he flew to was not the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, nor the Jiaozuo Sect, but towards the Yu Kingdom.

Fly to Xuzhou.

In the Temple of Immortality, corpses were everywhere. Chen Shiwei and Xian Yuchun directed everyone to take out all the corpses in the temple, place them on piles of wood, and light a fire. The orange-red flames quickly engulfed the corpses.

's corpse.

The two of them looked at the three fires in front of them, each showing a relaxed expression.

"Fortunately, Uncle Zhang from the sect is easy to talk to."

"Senior Brother Zhao is too protective of the Zhao family. If another foundation-building uncle comes here, I'm afraid the Zhao family will be gone."

The two laughed loudly as they talked, and the wooden door of the Immortality Temple slowly closed. They were cultivators after all, and they immediately noticed the situation. They took a look at it, and neither of them made any objections. They just said that the wind on the mountain was too windy.

It's getting older and a bit cold.

The two walked away from the fire and immediately went down the mountain, leaving a few people watching the fire.

Inside the Temple of Immortality, an old man wearing a washed white robe slowly closed the heavy tung oil wooden door, picked up the broom behind the door, and swept the fallen leaves with blood stains into a pile.

He shook his head and muttered: "This little kid will always cause trouble for others." The old man held the broomstick and stood on the ground, looking at the distant sky with his droopy eyelids.

Zhang Shiping, who was nearly a hundred miles away, was sitting on the Qingling Ancient Boat. He suddenly felt agitated and broke into a cold sweat. He felt as if he was being targeted by some peerless ferocious beast. The Qingling Ancient Boat he was driving suddenly started to shake in the air.

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After falling more than ten feet, Zhang Shiping stabilized. He bit the tip of his tongue, braced himself, and poured his magic power into the Qingling Ancient Boat without reservation. The flying speed was at least half as fast, but Zhang Shiping was still not satisfied.

, he took out the elixir and kept stuffing it into his mouth, holding a medium-grade fire spirit stone in his other hand, and flew towards Xuzhou, Yu Kingdom, as if running for his life.

"Quite clever," the old man sweeping the floor of Changsheng Temple lowered his head and smiled, and said to himself: "I'll teach you a lesson by destroying my retreat."

In the blood-stained places in Changsheng Temple, rats and ants smelling the smell of blood crawled out and licked them continuously. The old man sweeping the floor put the broom back behind the door, frowned, and remained motionless. After a few breaths,
Chapter completed!