Seal of Chaos

True face, Senior Brother Li, don't mind. "

Li Yongzhen didn't care about these red tapes, just pay back the ceremony.A group of people talked and laughed and went to the inn.

Seeing that the group of people were well dressed, the innkeeper vaguely led by Li Yongzhen, dared not neglect, and hurriedly greeted him: "My Taoist, it is very unfortunate that there are only two rooms left in the small shop today, but the rooms are very spacious. The two are not a problem."

Before Li Yongzhen could speak, Lang Fengke rushed to talk: "Qin Ying doesn't need a room. Zhou Gan and I just need to sleep in one room, so we can talk at night by candlelight." After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes at Zhou Junti.Zhou Junti knew that he wanted to drink with him, and it was not good to be in front of Senior Brother Li, so he nodded with a suppressed smile.Li Yongzhen also saw through the little thoughts of the two, and went back to the room after dinner.

This meal, the two drank so much that they got carried away, drank from the room to the lobby, and from the lobby to the street.

The street was cold and quiet, and the footsteps of the two could be clearly heard.

Zhou Junti lowered his head and said as he walked: "Lang Xiao, I have something to tell you. I have wanted to say it since the day you left Kunyu. In the past eight years, I have often thought about what I should do when I see you again. Situation, how should I speak..." Zhou Junti struggled in his heart, and kept organizing his words, unconsciously walking a long way.Suddenly he felt a little weird, Lang Fengke who was walking side by side with him was no longer by his side, and even the sound of his footsteps disappeared.Looking back, I saw that this fellow was already drunk and passed out on the street, with his head resting on his arms, dreaming deeply.

At this moment, Zhou Junti had mixed feelings in his heart.A little wronged, a little angry, and a little funny.

It was late at night to bring Lang Fengke back to the inn.Maybe it was because of the alcohol attack, Zhou Junti looked at the drunken and reddish face, he couldn't calm down, he just wanted to go out to take a breath.When he passed the door, his sleeve caught on the bolt, and he actually locked himself out of the door.

Knowing that he couldn't wake up the people in the house, Zhou Junti didn't waste his energy, so he just sat cross-legged at the door.Suddenly there was another person next to him: "If I were you, I would just pour cold water on him to wake him up, and finish talking by choking his neck."

Zhou Junti shook his head with a smile: "No wonder you two speculate, you are so violent... Uh, straightforward."

Different from the blur in the shape of the shadow, Qin Ying's face under the black mist is as sharp as a chisel, with a clear appearance, but the blood color is pale, which makes him look a little sick.

Zhou Junti said again: "Didn't you never show your face in front of people, why are you pouring out now?"

Qin Ying: "You are not considered human."

"..."

Qin Ying: "I mean, it's not an outsider."

Zhou Junti asked, "How did you meet him?"

Qin Ying took the jug from Zhou Junti's hand, and took a long gulp.The liquor flowed down his throat, passed through his slightly transparent body, and flowed directly to the ground.

Qin Ying was originally a swordsman, and was seriously injured by his enemies. When he was dying, he was rescued by Lang Fengke.However, after being on the verge of death for too long, the three souls lost their fetal light, and the seven souls even lost the third. From then on, he was neither human nor ghost, and his temperament became withdrawn and weird.Lang Fengke helped him kill all his enemies, so he was always by his side.

Zhou Junti sighed in his heart, speechless all night.

On the second day, when the sun was dim, Lang Fengke opened the door, his lips pursed and his expression full of twitching.Stretching out his hand to pull Zhou Jun to stand up, he chanted: "Last night the stars and last night wind, last night Zhou dried up and froze into ice."

Zhou Junti was still a little angry about what happened last night, so he slapped his hand away, got up and gave him a hard look.

Lang Fengke sneered: "I'm really surprised, how did you lock yourself out? Such a magical skill, why don't you teach me?"

"You!" Zhou Junti became furious, grabbed Wujiu sword, and stabbed Lang Fengke's face with the hilt.

Lang Fengke dodged sideways, and said softly: "Brother Qian, don't be angry, I will make amends for you." After saying that, he gestured to salute.

The cry of "Brother Gan" made Zhou Junti's heart tremble, and even the hand holding the sword trembled.Immediately thinking of Lang Fengke's usual virtues, he suppressed certain desires, and said with a cold snort: "What bad idea are you planning again!" I will apologize to you and you insist on slandering me!"

Zhou Junti knew that Lang Fengke was sharp-tongued, and he could never speak against him, so he simply kept silent.

Seeing Zhou Junti's silence, Lang Fengke approached him, walked to Zhou Junti's side, and said in a low voice: "You can go into the house later, as if you haven't seen me today, okay? You promise me, and I won't hold you accountable for slandering me." guilty."

Zhou Junti frowned: "Aren't you going home with me?"

Lang Fengke curled his lips and said: "What's so good about your mountain, you don't allow drinking or eating meat, and you don't even allow you to wear brighter clothes. There are more rules than flies."

Looking at Lang Fengke's side face, Zhou Junti suddenly felt an impulse, and was about to say something, when the door next to him opened suddenly, and Li Yongzhen came out, interrupting what Zhou Junti almost blurted out.

Zhou Junti was in a daze, only to hear Li Yongzhen say to Lang Fengke with a smile: "I've heard it already. No amount of rules can restrain you monkey."

"This time we have to go back. The mountain gate sent a message saying that the demon clan of Ailao country in the south is coming out in full force, and the hundreds of families of the immortal sect are about to gather to discuss countermeasures. A big battle is inevitable. I'm afraid it's not safe for you to go out alone."

"Besides, Master and his elders also miss you very much."

Lang Fengke lowered his head and said nothing more.He has always had a grudge in his heart, but he himself doesn't know whether the grudge is against his father or against himself.

15. Chapter of Lonely Boat: Meditation

Lang Fengke put his toes on the kiss, standing proudly in the wind.In front of him, a group of black-clothed archers looked nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.The leader is more than eight feet long, wearing a ghostly mask, and does not have a weapon in his hand, but his four fingers are close together, his thumb is slightly bent, and his palm has spiritual power, like a master of palms.

Lang Fengke was not afraid, he stepped forward and fought with the ghost-masked man.As for the group of archers, he doesn't need to worry about it, because Zhou Junti has also appeared.

It turned out that after Zhou Junti left the room, he didn't go back to his own room, but went straight out of the inn and wandered outside for a long time.I walked around but felt that something was wrong, and no one in the huge Wendeng City was updating.After investigating and discovering the opponent's ambush, he lowered his breath and hid behind the archers, and now he was caught off guard.

Lang Fengke held the dagger in his right hand and swiped across, while his left hand silently stabbed at the opponent's lower abdomen, unexpectedly he came first.The ghost-masked man shielded his abdomen with one palm, and cut the edge of the other palm towards Lang Fengke's neck, which is actually a blow that hurts both sides.

The two met opponents at chess, and Lang Fengke would rather die than change his move. Under the urging of mana, the dagger was miraculously extended by two inches, and he took the initiative.Seeing that the situation was wrong, the opponent withdrew his palm and stepped back, avoiding the sweep.Then he made a mistake with his palms and made a set of splashing ink palms.The so-called splashing ink is just like splashing ink with a brush, only attacking but not defending, and it is pervasive.It was rare for Lang Fengke to meet such an opponent, his eyes lit up, he became more and more excited as he fought more and more, and his momentum rose steadily.

The fight was in full swing, and suddenly there seemed to be spiritual fluctuations diagonally behind.Lang Fengke thought to himself: It's finally here!

The person who came was the assassin who had been ambushing at the main entrance of the inn before.Seeing that the situation is not right now, I hurried to help.

At this moment, the ghost-masked man suddenly changed his palm technique, from firm to soft, from chopping to capturing, and entangled Lang Fengke tightly.At a critical moment, Lang Fengke poured mana into the dagger and swung it backwards, blocking the footsteps of the future man for a moment, then a flash appeared and attacked the ghost-faced man's back with his bare hands.The ghost-masked man didn't turn around, but just slapped his palm backwards.Lang Fengke, who lost his dagger, was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, posing no threat.Unexpectedly, there was a pain in the palm, and there was a transparent hole.

It turned out that Lang Fengke's throwing of the dagger was just a false move, the dagger disappeared suddenly as soon as it reached the person, and returned to Lang Fengke's hand in an instant.If it weren't for the ghost-faced man's solid spiritual power, it might not be just his palm that was pierced.

The ghost-masked man suffered a big loss, and immediately rushed forward like a mad tiger.Lang Fengke took a few steps back and said with a sneer: "The palm that blows mountains and seas and collapses clouds is what it is today!"

Seeing that his identity was found out by Lang Fengke, the ghost-masked man no longer pretended to be, he just lifted his mask and cursed angrily: "Zhuzi is so cunning!" Quite calm, holding a long knife without saying a word.

At this time, Zhou Junti had already taken care of all the archers, and stood side by side with Lang Fengke, saying: "Senior Shi Wudi was also a hero in the past, but he didn't want to become a running dog now. You are also the one who wants to follow us in Hanyang City."

"Only you dare to call me by my name!" Before Shi Wudi could finish his sentence, he had already charged forward.Lang Fengke fought again, without any intention.After all, he had hurt his palm, and if he continued to hit him, he would only be humiliating himself.

But the other swordsman remained motionless, only confronting Zhou Junti.Neither of the two dared to take the lead in making moves, let alone being distracted, they actually fought with will.Among them, the danger is no less than real swords and guns.

After all, Shi Wudi had hurt his palm, and he was no longer Lang Fengke's opponent, so he could only barely deal with it.But for some reason, an ominous premonition emerged in Lang Fengke's heart.The corners of Shi Wudi's mouth seemed to be a little curved, and he looked confident.

This trace of ominousness soon came.A talisman came from nowhere and headed towards Lang Fengke.A small piece of yellow paper made it impossible for him to avoid it.Until the talisman hit him, making him stiff and unable to move, he couldn't believe it was true.

Lang Fengke fell from the roof like fallen leaves, and there was the sound of sharp knives piercing the air, and Zhou Junti's shouts.Suddenly the vest was slammed with a palm, and the body immediately flew towards the ground like an arrow from the string.Shi Wudi finally avenged that stabbing.

Just as the talisman flew out, the swordsman moved.However, the blade did not cut