He Zhan stood in front of him, with no prey in his hand and no intention of lighting a bonfire.

"It's too cruel to refuse to satisfy the last request of the dying person."

Su Ziye looked at him and said seriously.

He Zhan spread his hands and said, "One good news, another..."

Su Ziye said: "Bad."

He Zhan said: "The bad news is that there is no meat, and the good news is that I happened to meet an acquaintance nearby."

Of course no one would believe that you can meet acquaintances in such barren mountains and wilderness.

Su Ziye sighed and said, "You are still willing to chat with me at this time. From then on, I knew you were waiting for someone."

He Zhan said with apologies: "If you let me know, I'm worried you won't accept it."

"I am a member of the evil sect, not the old masters who do not eat grains in the forage."

Su Ziye said: "Let him come out. I have always been curious about what kind of person you are."

Someone walked out from behind the tree. He should be quite old, but his eyebrows and eyes were tender, just like a child.

When Mei met the chess game, He Zhan almost changed his camp with a grilled fish.

People like him must have many friends in the world of practice.

There are many kinds of friends.

For He Zhan, luckily, his two most famous friends are his true friends.

Interestingly, not only do these two friends do not know each other, but they should be the greatest enemy of life and death in terms of camp.

If it were the past, He Zhan would never let the two of them meet, but today the situation is special.

Apart from his childhood face, he doesn't know who else he can trust.

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...

"Why is your face green?"

This is the first sentence that Tong Yan said.

"My father planted a demon fetus in my mother's body, and in the end the demon fetus was saved and she died."

Su Ziye said: "I am the demon fetus, born with corpse poison, so my whole body is green."

His tone was plain and his explanation was concise.

But it seemed that the darkest night fell in the wild forest.

The mountain wind is biting cold.

Tongyan was silent for a while, looked at his face and asked, "Why is it purple again?"

Su Ziye said: "The corpse locust is mixed with the innate corpse poison in my body, so the color of my body will change a little."

Tongyan said, "How long can you last?"

Su Ziye said: "Perilla leaves are not ugly either. If you soak them in Yizhou kimchi jar for three days and then mix them with white rice, it will taste very fragrant."

Tongyan said: "There is no meat in Baotong Zen Temple, but there is rice. If I come forward, there should be white rice."

Su Ziye was silent for a while and said, "If you agree that I will pay for the meal by myself."

Tongyan said: "Of course, but you don't have money now and you may need to work a few short-term workers."

Su Ziye said: "Yes."

"Okay, okay, aren't you tired of talking like this?"

He Zhan didn't say anything. After listening for a long time, he finally couldn't help it. He cursed a few swear words and said, "I admit that you are the smartest people in the world. I can't beat you. I'm ranked third, okay?"

"No, you can only rank fourth."

Tongyan pointed to the sky that was cut by the treetops and said, "Jing Jiu is above."

Su Ziye looked at the sky with his fingers and said with a smile: "If I can survive, I also want to go to Qingshan to see what kind of person he is."

...

...

The Chaotian Continent ushered in spring, but in some places it was still very cold.

In the desolate fields, you can only see yellow moss, and occasionally you can see a few willows, which have been bitten by some animals.

Just like those stone mountains in the distance.

Lengshan is really cold. The air people exhaled when they speak will turn into white smoke, which looks like they are paying homage to something.

The civil strife of Xuanyin Sect has ended. After a fierce battle, a young man named Wang Xiaoming was supported by the elders as the new young master.

Interestingly or chilling, the Xuanyin Sect Master who had been paralyzed for decades is still alive.

"You promised me to let them compete fairly, why should I let Bulain assassinate him?"

The short and thin old man who spoke had a red nose, but it had nothing to do with the cold, and it might be anger.

He is the famous sword escaper: Xuanyin Ancestor.

After coming out of the underground where there was no sunlight, there was only one person he spoke to.

Yin San said embarrassedly: "I didn't expect that your disciple was so outstanding, so I had to do more things."

Xuanyin Ancestor was silent for a while and said, "Since Bu Lao Lin listened to you so much, why did you kill Wei Chengzi?"

"Of course the more water gets better, just need to achieve the goal."

Yin San said: "I am a disciple of Qingshan in the twelfth lunar month. When will it be the turn of the Zhongzhou sect to kill the waste?"

Xuanyin Ancestor said: "What is the relationship between Bu Lao Lin and you?"

Yin San said: "I will tell you when the day when the Forever Forever is destroyed."

The ancestor Xuanyin became more and more confused about what he was thinking and asked: "Do you want to destroy Bu Lao Lin?"

Yin San shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's the children who want to do this."

Xuanyin Ancestor said, "Why do you want to help them?"

Yin San smiled and said, "If my junior brother was still alive, he would definitely think these things are meaningless, but I like them very much."

After saying this, he raised the bone flute in his hand.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the cow is consuming it toward the distance of the wasteland.

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...

Desser is gone.

The night is coming.

The excitement brought by Qingshan Chengjian has not been completely far away.

Standing by the cliff, you can even hear the laughter of a girl coming from the opposite peak.

Back then, he felt that Qingrong Peak was too close.

The white ghost and the chill cicada sleep in the cave.

Jing Jiu rarely lies on the bamboo chair, but stands on the cliff.

He looked at the green mountains under the stars, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Layue walked out of the cave and stood beside him.

"I am the most suitable person as an assassin in the world."

Jing Jiu said.

This sentence is very sudden.

Zhao Layue remembered the situation when the two killed Zuo Yi on the Shenmao Peak, and thought that this was indeed the case.

Jing Jiu continued: "This is the idea that suddenly arose when he was chasing the snow-footed beast in the snow field that night."

Zhao Layue said: "Do you want to say that you should take on the role of ten years old?"

Jing Jiu said: "I can't do it."

Zhao Layue said: "Because you are lazy?"

Jing Jiu said: "Because there is no point in doing these things."

Zhao Layue said: "What's the solution?"

Jing Jiu said: "As long as you live long enough, you will find that things in the world are just boring repetitions and never really change."

Zhao Layue glanced at him and pointed to the two Wangfeng Peaks in the distance.
To be continued...