Luo Yan Hu does not return

Feng Qinghuan walked for a whole month, but still couldn't figure out the location of Fengchan Valley.

Fortunately, after entering the boundary of Sizhou, there are many inns and posthouses, the remaining clouds are fading away, and the shadow of the sun is sinking. Feng Qinghuan quickly found a place to stay.

Feng Qinghuan was holding the wine bag in his hand, and took a few sips, shaking his head half drunk, "Old Ancestor... It's really annoying, but it's just a few rotten pages, open up When you come out, you can't learn this, you can't read that, and the inheritance will be broken that day, but you will be proud—"

"What sword manual?"

A mass of dark shadows appeared from the west corner of the eaves, and Feng Qinghuan immediately stood up in horror, and said in a startled voice: "What the hell, come out?"

The black shadow showed its shape, turned its neck and legs back to normal, let out a piercing laugh, Feng Qinghuan got goosebumps when he heard it, and couldn't help shouting: "It's so good, what are you laughing at? Tell me if you have something to say!"

"It seems that the young man is also a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, and he has never heard of my nickname Xu Yanluo?"

Feng Qinghuan stared at the shadow that was about to move, but didn't respond for a while, the man finally walked out of the shadow, his face was full of pimples, it was extremely frightening.

Feng Qinghuan's hand holding the wine bag trembled unconsciously, only to hear the man say again: "The young man is afraid of becoming like this, the sword manual must be extraordinary, if I get it by then, I will share a few pages with you It's okay, you should think about it yourself, and think about whether you should or should not?"

Feng Qinghuan stabilized the wine bag, rubbed his chin with the knuckles of his thumb, and thought: "I am not familiar with the place here, and I have made many mistakes. If I ask him for help, maybe I will touch it." ...But seeing his ghostly appearance, you must not offer up the map, and you have to think of ways to save your life in advance—”

"Boy, have you figured it out yet?"

"Yan Luoye, my sword manual is indeed a treasure, but it is too difficult to find. There are five generations of my family, and I haven't been able to find it for a hundred years. Look——"

The man laughed a few more times, "I Xu Yanluo has all the legs and feet, isn't that dug out from the hero graves of heroes from all walks of life? The cramped place of your house, it takes three or two days at most, you must be able to get the bottom of it." None left."

When Feng Qinghuan heard the words, his back suddenly became agitated, and he thought: "There is no bottom left? When my father comes, this leg must be broken by him... No, absolutely not..."

"You bastard, why are you silent?"

"Yan Luoye, to tell you the truth, my family's sword manual is actually pretty average, don't you believe you can learn from me?"

Before the words were finished, Feng Qinghuan took the sword and removed the sheath.Just as Cheng Ying made a sound of clanking, Xu Yanluo's eyes froze, and he said in surprise, "Who are you, Sun Deng from Mount Sumen?"

Feng Qinghuan heard him ask in a strange manner, and spat: "No one, why, is it possible that Lord Yan Luo is afraid of him?"

"Afraid? Hmph, I, Xu Yanluo, am not even afraid of the underground Lord Yama, so how could I be afraid of him, a Taoist who is deceitful?"

Xu Yanluo's voice fluctuated from high to low, Feng Qinghuan asked suspiciously: "False, is it possible that Lord Yan Luo is guilty and deliberately making up things here?"

"Maozi, if you call that Sun Deng over and let us fight brightly, you will know whether what I said is true or not."

"Mr. Sumen is studying the way of transforming life, the unity of heaven and man, practicing the merits of good fortune, not known for killing and attacking, and he is not a warrior. Besides, he who cultivates the Tao, how can he not understand the truth of his own strengths and his weaknesses? Even if I have a good friendship with Daoist Sun, there is no reason to invite him to die in vain?"

Xu Yanluo pondered for a while, only to feel that Feng Qinghuan's words were comprehensive and submissive, and said in a deep voice: "Since Mao knows good and bad, let's tell the whereabouts of the sword manual first."

Feng Qinghuan put the sword behind his back, and replied: "Master Yan Luo, has he ever heard that there is a land called Fengchan Valley near here?"

"Wind Cicada Valley? Which cicada?"

"The cicada of the cicada."

"This name... is so weird, how could Xu Yanluo know it?"

Feng Qinghuan sighed, and said again: "As for the knowledge of geomantic omen and feng shui, has Lord Yan Luo ever asked anyone for advice?"

Xu Yanluo's eyes were full of doubts, and he muttered: "You...you catch cicadas and catch fish, what does that have to do with that sword manual?"

Feng Qinghuan sighed again, turned around and put the sword back into its sheath, and made a gesture to turn down the corner of the eaves. Xu Yanluo saw his loss, and said loudly: "Xu Yanluo has been so scared to death when anyone sees me for so many years. You want to live, but today I made you look down upon by a brat... It's really pissed off, let's talk about it—"

As soon as the words fell, Xu Yanluo curled up his palms and made a hooked hand, taking advantage of the situation and was about to touch the key point of Fengchi, Feng Qinghuan had already come out of his foot, and had nowhere to stand, so he had to take a hard blow, and then rolled away Landed in front of the door, embarrassed.

"My lord, what are you doing on the roof if you don't stay in the guest room?" Xiao Er hurried over to help, trembling with fear from Xu Yanluo's fierce face, "Master, what are you? "

"Why, I, Xu Yanluo, have only been away for more than a year, so you don't remember me?"

Xiao Er was stunned, looking around in a hurry, only to hear the upstairs and downstairs clanging and clanging into chaos.

A year ago, Xu Yanluo started the killing ring here. The old people who were present before heard the news and fled, only the new mistress didn't know why.

After a while, Feng Qinghuan straightened his body, and said with angry eyes: "Yan Luoye, although I, Feng Qinghuan, have no skills, but today... if you want to kill, don't blame me for my lack of eyes in the sword."

Xu Yanluo sneered and said, "I should have done it a long time ago, but I was delayed until now by your nonsense ... It doesn't matter, if you die sooner or later, they all die the same. Look, it was Lord Yan Luo's soul seducer just now, and this time it's even more powerful Gouged out the palm of my heart!"

Hearing this, Feng Qinghuan laughed and mocked: "I've never seen someone so stupid, report your moves before you fight, I want to see, the good sword left by Mr. Sumen, can you use it?" Can't cut off your ghost claw?"

Xu Yanluo snorted coldly, "You bastard, after you get hit by this palm, it's not too late to be harsh."

The long sword came swiftly, and Xu Yanluo fell backwards, his haggard and stiff figure turned out to be an "iron bridge".

Feng Qinghuan was startled when he saw it, and jumped on the ground with all his strength, not wanting Xu Yanluo to fly like a snake first, and then like a tiger, so that people were caught off guard, and a palm hit Feng Qinghuan's chest, knocking him backwards several times Husband.

"You bastard, your palm—is it firm?"

Feng Qinghuan heard a creaking sound, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken. He struggled in pain for a while, only feeling that his blood vessels were bursting and his liver and gallbladder were splitting.

"Oh, just looking at your face, I know that there is nothing to say, you dog life, Lord Yan Luo will save half of it first, if you can't tell the whereabouts of your family's sword manual, I'm sorry... your other half Dog life, I have to feed the dog in advance tonight."

Feng Qinghuan half-raised his body, feeling unbearable chest tightness, and thought to himself: "There is a big brother in the family, and the matter of inheriting... I don't need to worry about it at all. I just died like this. I think it will be a few days for my father to be sad... I can't take care of it." , Father, the child has failed the favor of giving birth, and fell into the underworld today, first go to be a cow and horse for the mother, and when the settlement is settled, then-"

Xu Yanluo couldn't hold back, and said sharply: "Don't answer, it seems that the dog's life is really worthless, so don't blame—"

Feng Qinghuan had already closed his eyes tightly, but when Xu Yanluo said this, he suddenly stopped speaking.

There was a little footsteps in my ears, which was completely different from the creaking of Xu Yanluo's boots.Feng Qinghuan thought to himself, if it was four or five feet away, he might not be able to notice it at all.

"Who?" Feng Qinghuan yelled, then opened his eyes, and when he saw the white clothes of the visitor, he turned over immediately, and grabbed the floor tiles with his fingers, trying to get up by himself.

Seeing the black mark on the back of his neck, Xue Yan felt his heart palpitate immediately, and said softly: "Junior Brother, Master asked me to pick you up because you were injured too badly just now, I will hold you up...don't be brave."

"No need, I'm an ordinary person, I can't get dirty with Mr. Xue's hands."

Xue Yan was stunned for a while, then glanced at Feng Qinghuan with a half-smile, and saw that his head was covered with cold sweat, he straightened his face immediately, stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Qinghuan back to the original place.

"Junior brother is seriously injured. If the treatment is too late, if the root cause of the lower body paralysis is burnt, if you want to practice sword and martial arts in the future, you will definitely not be able to."

When Feng Qinghuan heard the words hemiplegia, his whole body froze instantly, and he didn't dare to toss about for a moment, and let Xue Yan feel the pulse and acupoint.When Xue Yan wanted to untie Feng Qinghuan's coat, Feng Qinghuan still couldn't lie down.

"Mr. Xue, although you and I are both men, but in broad daylight... I accidentally let a girl from some family see it. I..." Feng Qinghuan said a few words, but he felt that every sentence was weird. After rubbing the externally applied plaster on the palm of his hand, he stopped talking embarrassingly.

After Xue Yan healed the injury, he gave Feng Qinghuan blood-enriching pills, then helped him up, and carefully moved to the inn.

Taking into account Feng Qinghuan's injury, Xue Yan walked extremely slowly. Feng Qinghuan was breathing and breathing around his neck, feeling more and more strange, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xue, since the injury on the chest can't be carried, Why don't you hug me in horizontally? How easy is it?"

"You—" Xue Yan coughed dryly, clenched his fist with his left hand, released it after a while, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, I have done my best to save you like this, if you dare to say such frivolous words again Reckless words—”

Feng Qinghuan was looking forward to some harsh words from Xue Yan, but he stopped abruptly, and couldn't help asking: "I'm going to say it, so what about you?"

Xue Yan opened his mouth, Feng Qinghuan couldn't wait, but suddenly the world turned upside down, Xue Yan pounced on him, a trace of scarlet flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Yanluo looked down at the two of them with a vicious look on his face and said: "Let's work together, two fur cubs at a time, Lord Yan Luo will clean up together—"