Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 75

Looking at the angry faces of the people from the rivers and lakes who rushed here because the sect was close to Qianhe Temple or because people just passed by, Qixian felt calm in her heart. From the moment she noticed the abnormality, she knew that there would be This way.

He knew that this time, the entire martial arts world was probably really angered.

After all, the previous case of the Liu family has been going on for a long time, and in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with him. Therefore, although many sects besieged the inn and Mr. Qixian for various reasons, such as watching the fun or wanting to be famous, etc., they definitely did not arrive. If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

In other words, they did not intend to kill.

But this time Qianhe Temple's Miemen is different.

This happened in front of them, a living tragedy of extermination, and not long ago, anyone with long eyes could see the little quarrel between Daoist Tiangang and Mr. Qixian, whether big or small.

It is normal to have doubts, not to mention being caught at the scene.

Looking at today's martial arts, Qianheguan is not considered a famous school, but its strength can be regarded as above-average, which should not be underestimated.The silent destruction of a sect undoubtedly shocked everyone in the world.

They are terrified.

The fear that one's own safety is threatened.

It is true that messing around is not a safe job, and intrigues and bloody storms are an essential element of this world, but this does not include-a sect can be wiped out with one move and there is no difference in the reason. The devil who is the enemy of revenge.

Often such people must be obliterated by default, regardless of whether they are black or white, and they can even be obliterated by all means. They are public enemies.

Sighing lightly, Qixian didn't plan to speak, because he was sober, even if he could speak like a lily at this moment, it is absolutely impossible for this group of people who have been controlled by fear and anger to listen.

He glanced at Wen Nianyuan, and suddenly asked him inexplicably, "Are you ready to flee?"

Wen Nianyuan frowned, he knew that Qi Xian was right to choose to avoid the edge for the time being, but if this man were to be charged with such a crime and embark on the road of escape, one couldn't help but secretly clenched his fists.

Before that, even though Qi Xian wandered around the rivers and lakes, at least he didn't follow a bunch of people who wanted to fight and kill him, and regarded him as a scourge.

He looked at the group of people, opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, there was a sneer, "The devil still wants to quibble?! Your power is over, so you should be captured obediently! Today everyone will cut off your heads, to comfort everyone The Daoist is in the spirit of the sky!"

As soon as the words fell, the Wen Nianyuan in their eyes suddenly jumped forward and rushed into their crowd. While everyone was fighting back in an uproar, he drew out someone's long sword with a "clang", and then turned around without hesitation. The sword rushed to the seven strings.

The sudden change made everyone hesitate for a moment, what is Wen Nianyuan going to do, the two of them... fighting each other?

Is this man planning to push four, five, six, and throw all the crimes on Qi Xian, so that he can get away?At least judging from his merciless sword movement towards Qixian, this explanation is still reliable.

Someone couldn't help showing a look of contempt, a wolf / embarrassment / for / traitor is a wolf / embarrassment / for / traitor, and immediately turned against each other when the catastrophe came, how dare this kind of monster stay to harm the common people.

Among all the people, Wen Nianyuan and Qixian were probably the only ones who didn't think wildly or even calm down.

Wen Nianyuan's eyes were focused, and his hands were steady.

Qixian looked up at him, neither dodging nor avoiding, with a leisurely and trusting smile in his eyes, just looking at Ruhong Sword Qi as a hood.

Then at that moment, the sound of gold and iron colliding was sharp and clear in the narrow room. As the sword fell, the iron chain on Qixian's hand was split into two, and Wen Nianyuan charged forward and caught Qixian. With a flick of his wrist, he shouted, "Go!"

Only then did the crowd realize that there was no internal strife here, this was simply running around swaggering in front of so many of them!

"Where is the devil going!"

"Want to run? No way!" Various voices came and went. Although the sentences were different, the meanings expressed were roughly the same, to keep people.

However, Qi Xian had already followed the force of Wen Nianyuan's swing, and jumped into the air lightly, but he didn't let go of his hand as Wen Nianyuan wanted, but instead used his strength to pull Wen Nianyuan up.

Like flying immortals, the two fell into the group of people who only wanted to kill them, and immediately began to rush left and right, looking for weak links in the encirclement, and breaking them one by one.

Both Wen Nianyuan and Qixian understand that if they want to fight today, they may not be able to get it right, but if they just run away, it will be far easier.

Accompanied by the sound of chaotic weapons clashing and the shouting and cursing of the crowd, the two finally managed to get out of the encirclement, and then left without looking back.

But at this moment, the fire at Qianheguan finally burned out because everything was exhausted, and gradually weakened. The heat wave on the face began to become smaller, but the sky was still full of red clouds.

Not because of the color of the fire, but because dusk is approaching, and the sunset glow dyes half of the sky.

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"How is it?" Seeing the man enter the door, the young man in the corner immediately appeared, with a flash of anxiety in his hoarse voice.

Ning Xiumao didn't have the usual laughing expression on his face, but he was so serious that he shook his head, "It's not good."

Reaching out to the table, just turning over the upside-down water glass, Qingtong had already floated close to the table, picked up the teapot, filled a glass, then looked up at him silently.

This kid, who urged people to urge him so implicitly, is quite...cute.While thinking about it, Ning Xiumao picked up the teacup and drank it down, then lowered his voice and said a little mysteriously: "Your master has caused a catastrophe now, and the entire world has issued an order from the King of Hades, no matter the price or sect, you will be chased and killed." Mr. Xian."

"Oh, that's not right." He put down his teacup, and said with a dull sound, "Now they're all called Seven Strings Devil."

Qingtong's face turned pale, and he pursed his lips tightly. He knew what Yan Wang Ling was, and it was because he knew that he could better understand Ning Xiumao's solemnity.

"What happened." He asked Ning Xiumao with his eyes.If it is just an uncertain name of the suspect in the Liu family case, it is absolutely impossible to send out the order of the king of hell.

That group of people haven't even started to investigate the case, right? There's no reason to make such a big commotion all of a sudden. Yan Wangling is not a meat bun that can be bought for a few pennies on the street, as many as you want.

The order of the king of hell means that the person who orders him will be the enemy of the entire martial arts world. No matter what sect or faction in the world, the ranger and loose person may become part of the pursuit of him.

Those who are not extremely vicious are not enough to be wanted.

In the past hundred years in the world, the order of the king of hell has only been issued twice. Even when the Baidao sects besieged the purple flame gate of the demon sect, they did not issue the order of the king of hell.

Under the order of the king of hell, Qixian and Wen Nianyuan faced a desperate situation with almost nowhere to hide and no help.

Ning Xiumao was well aware of the strangeness, and looked deeply at Qingtong's face, "The Qianhe Temple where your son was imprisoned was slaughtered and burned by the whole family in a day, and the people in the rivers and lakes who saw the fire saw with their own eyes what should have been. Qi Xian, who is in the Thousand Illusion Prison but with the door wide open, and Wen Nianyuan, who shouldn't be there."

"The only surviving little Taoist priest in Qianhe Guan is identified as the murderous hand of Qixian and Wen Nianyuan."

"I'll go find the young master." Qingtong was silent for a while, then suddenly she appeared in front of the gate, and she stretched out her hand to open the door, but she stretched out a hand in front of him, blocking his eyes.

That hand was thick and rough, with a thin callus mark on the palm, just like this vainly blocking his eyes, between the brows, the man's voice came.

"Xiao Qingtong, when you go out now, the eyes staring at you are absolutely no less than those staring at your young master, believe it or not."

silence.

Qingtong naturally knows that Ning Xiumao's words are good, but Qixian has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, even when he was still carrying the so-called bloody life, nothing major happened.

This time, the man in white clothes fell to the point where he was hunted down by the whole world. The trigger was the case of the Liu family.

As early as that year, when his father, mother, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters were all slaughtered, he knew how strange this matter was.

Now, even the young master, who has always been able to stay out of the way in the face of various unsolved cases and is regarded as a god by him, has been implicated because of this.

Ning Xiumao looked at the young man blocked in front of the door by him, expressionless, but his chest heaved violently, his hands were clenched into fists, his delicate face was full of hostility and coldness, he couldn't help reaching out and touching his head.

"Do you trust Uncle?" he asked.

Qingtong distracted him a little, and said hoarsely: "I don't believe it."

Ning Xiumao choked for a moment, thinking that this child is too direct, and indeed very difficult to coax, but he tilted his head immeasurably patiently, looking him in the eye.

"Do you trust your son?"

"……letter."

"That's good." Ning Xiumao gave Qingtong a "really cute" look in his eyes, and his tone was almost coaxing, but for some reason, people could hear an irresistible tenderness, "You can't help him even if you go to him now, What we have to do now is to help him clear his name, understand?"

Taking a deep breath, Qingtong didn't answer right away. It's not that he doesn't understand, he just doubts that he and... this unreliable uncle in front of him can really solve the case that even his son can't solve?

For a long time, he stared at Ning Xiumao blankly, "Why did you help me?"

Qixian helped him, he didn't need to ask the reason, but Ning Xiumao, an old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere with no relatives and no reason, why should he take care of him like his own son? What kind of purpose do you have?

Everyone has a purpose in everything he does, and he knows it.

Ning Xiumao was stunned for a moment, he didn't know whether to be grateful or helpless for Qingtong's cautiousness and vigilance beyond his age, he couldn't help thinking, Qixian, Qixian, you really gave me a big problem.

"Because I like you." Finally Ning Xiumao touched his nose and said with a smile.

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