There is a rumor that a lunatic came near Yaocheng.

Several hunters in the mountains saw it with their own eyes, and the legend was amazing.

It was said that it was the steep mountains and forests where there were few people. I don’t know where to fight a ragged madman. A hunter saw that the madman looked like a young man from afar, but he was so immense. It was no problem to raise the stones and cut trees while raising his palms, or even tearing the bears and tigers with his hands.

The madman shook his head all the way. Every time he walked a few steps, his head seemed to be hit hard by something invisible, and he kept muttering in his mouth and couldn't hear what he was saying.

Just as several hunters wanted to pluck up their courage to get closer and listen to what the madman was saying, but as soon as he got upset, he could hear a harsh eagle cries coming from the sky. A golden eagle shadow swept straight down from the sea of ​​clouds, and a group of hunters were so scared that they cried and shouted to escape.

The eagle's feathers were golden like the emperor of the eagle. It roared proudly in the sky above the forest, and found the figure of the ragged madman with its wings flapping. The eagle body pulled out a golden thread in the forest, which fell obediently on the shoulders of the ragged young man, rubbed his head against his dark face, full of intimacy.

The ragged young man pointed at the little head of the eagle with his fingers. Seeing the eagle's savvy little eyes slid to the storage bag on his waist, he spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "The storage bag cannot be used yet, go find your little medicine sister."

"Hmph, I know I'm going to bother me."

The crisp sound of children sounded, and the ring on the ragged young man's hand flashed, and a beautiful and charming little girl walked out.

The young eagle obviously has a good relationship with Xiaoyao. After playing for a long time, Xiaoyao called out the medicine to grind the young eagle and grind it to make its favorite pills.

The Dan Pill is made of herbs. Although it is not as good as the tight and fullness of blood food, it is better to nourish the body and improve the cultivation of the body. The Chicken Eagle is so tight that it can be seen. From the palm of the little medicine, a few newly refined Dan Pill Pills entered the abdomen, happily rushing straight to their wings.

The ragged young man's head twitched suddenly and like an epilepsy. He looked at the storage bag that was unresponsive on his waist and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

This ragged young man was Chang Xi.

I don’t know if it was affected by the virtual air in the Mangshan Mausoleum, and after being teleported back to Huizhou, Chang Xi’s storage bag was inexplicably unable to open, resulting in Yuehong being locked in the storage space in the whole world, and even unable to take out the clothes for changing clothes. Fortunately, he has experienced many such days in the past, so it doesn’t matter. Moreover, he could clearly feel that the vague seal on the storage bag was getting weaker and weaker, and it won’t take long to open it again.

The eagle had enough food and drink, flew over Chang Xi's head with its golden wings, pecked Chang Xi's rough hair and curled it into a comfortable nest, lying inside, and whistled comfortably.

A few days after the red gold bloodline Haidongqing was born, he was given a simple name by Chang Xi, called Aying. Aying was obviously not picky about the name. When Chang Xi shouted, it responded with great joy.

Chang Xi remembered that his father said that the simpler the name, the better, the more down-to-earth, the better, and the better, so that the little guy's fate will be strong and not easily die.

I also vaguely remember asking my father why his name doesn’t sound rustic?

The man who was nearly forty-willed touched his head and smiled: "Your name is not simple. It was the opportunity that your mother asked for in the temple for several days and nights. Taoist priest said that you have a bad life. Only the word Xi can suppress some luck and prevent evil spirits from invading you."

Chang Xi smiled, his heart warmed, and his head twitched unnaturally.

The sword bell slowly rotated in the Niwan Palace, and the spiritual consciousness surrounding the bell was gone. It was already cowardly, and it grew a few times. It dragged its comet-like tail and hit the bell again. With the sound of the sword bell, the spiritual consciousness condensed again.

Since knowing the mysterious functions of the sword bell, Chang Xi has been urging his spiritual sense to hit the bell almost every minute and every second, and the pain is unbearable and he has to twitch.

Fortunately, the cultivation effect is obvious. Now his spiritual consciousness has grown to a perfect state comparable to the ordinary foundation building realm. He can detect the movements within ten feet of the surrounding area. The branches, leaves, mosquitoes and traces of the spiritual consciousness are revealed in the slightest, which makes Chang Xi enjoy a lot of fun.

Chang Xi raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Although he knew that this place should be the boundary of Huizhou, he still didn't know where this place was. Without Yuehong, he could not control the sword. He simply decided to walk straight in one direction, hoping to pass through some small towns and towns to find out the place.

After dusk, the moon rises to the branches.

Chang Xi was walking on the mountain road, with a golden light circling above his head, and the golden and blue colors flowed in his eyes. The night was like daylight in his eyes.

Suddenly his expression moved, Chang Xi turned his head and looked back, and saw the torches at the foot of the mountain flashing and forming a long dragon posture, mixed with the noise of horse hooves and wheels moving towards him.

Chang Xi was delighted and quickly stopped to stand by the road, wanting to use this to ask the convoy where it was.

The mountain road was wide and the torches were shining. The figures standing on the roadside were more conspicuous. The rough men in front of the horse team jumped to see this, and the swords were cut from their waists and pulled out a sharp piece.

Seeing this, Chang Xi was stunned and waved his hands, knowing that he might have caused their misunderstandings. However, he looked at his ragged dress. Such a dress would make them feel as if they were facing a great enemy. Is it necessary to be so cautious?

The instructor with the Qi Refining Realm's cultivation level narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw that this man had no cultivation level. He wanted to draw a knife to cut off the stinky beggar that was blocking the road, but now they are escorting people and escorting the stinky beggar all the way, so it is not appropriate to have any more troubles. Then he shook the blade fiercely at Chang Xi, indicating that he would not get upside down.

The horse team continued to move forward, and Chang Xi retreated silently to the edge of the mountain road.

If it were other practitioners, I would probably have never waited for the rough man to speak out indiscriminately, and he would have turned into a pile of meat paste on the roadside.

But Chang Xi is not a bloodthirsty person. He can understand the caution and caution of the escort escort industry when he put himself in his situation. Looking back at Lao Li, who is the coach in the forest mansion in Qingyang City, when he first met when he was escort, wasn't it similar to the present?

The guards with swords riding tall horses on both sides of the convoy saw that they were a ragged beggar boy, so they deliberately twisted their horses to hit Chang Xi, knocking him off the mountain road. A golden thread in the sky flashed violently, and they were about to lean over and rush down to peck the ignorant guard's head, but Chang Xi sent a voice to stop him, and had to circle in the sky again in disappointment.

No one knows the danger.

A gorgeous sedan stopped when passing by Chang Xi. Chang Xi dusted off the horse's mane stuck to his chest, and his eyes disappeared with golden and blue colors, and he looked up.

The bead curtain in the sedan chair was rolled lightly, and the delicate figure of the woman appeared. She handed Chang Xi a pastry wrapped in a incense towel and said, "You must be hungry, you are ignorant. Please don't take it to your heart. The little girl will compensate you for it."

The pastry was slightly hot and warm, and through the bead curtain, Chang Xi could see that it was a picture-like face, but when he looked at his cheeks, he heard that his delicate and gasped slightly, it was obvious that his body was weak and that he was ill. The woman's two frowning eyebrows also had a manly courageous heroic spirit, which was unforgettable.

Chang Xi was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have seen such a charm.

In the car, a maid serving the master lifted up the other side of the bead curtain. Seeing Chang Xi's pitiful look in rags, she waved her hand and said: Eat slowly, don't choke!"

Chang Xi smiled and waved at her.

The convoy was getting farther and farther away, and Chang Xi was not in a hurry to rush, because he could find the town as long as he followed the wheel mark on the mountain road. He summoned the eagle hovering above his head, and feasted around the fragrant pastry in a scented scarf.

The convoy traveled dozens of miles and encountered strange things again.

A girl with a tight-fitting and black garment and a black straw hat on her head sat in the mountain road, embroidered her wedding dress in her hands, and outlined the peony's appearance.

It seemed as if tomorrow was her wedding night, and she was rushing to embroider her wedding dress. More than a dozen carriages and long lights stopped because of her, and she turned a blind eye.

"A few miles away, another madman came. Could it be that this mad woman was a pair with the stinky beggar just now. She was afraid that she would not be a toad with a black straw hat? Then grandpa, I would like to thank you for not being too old for my eyes to be dirty at night!"

The instructor smiled grimly on his face, and it was hard to suppress his anger. Tonight, people stopped the stopping convoy and made him feel a little evil. He immediately turned over and got off the horse and pinched the joints on his hands, strode towards the girl who was embroidering her head.

After taking a few steps, he narrowed his eyes slightly. The woman said it was strange, but her delicate figure that was so plump that she could pinch it out of water was a must.

On the dazzling half-painted snow-white breasts, the scalded thorns represent the most humble identity in the dusty land of the smoky willows and wind and dust, the unique patterns that were shy to show their own life. The beautiful scenery in the half-black skirt that could not be blocked by the legs was completely visible. It was really endless, and it was even more attractive than the top official prostitute who was worth a thousand gold in the Fengyue Tower in Yaocheng.

The instructor approached, but the woman turned a blind eye and only lowered her head to embroider the peonies.

"Grandma, even a slutty prostitute dares to ignore me, I'll let you embroider!"

He was so angry that he grabbed the woman's palm-smacked palm-sank's palm-shoulder immediately, but his face suddenly changed. When he reached out, the woman raised the embroidery needle on her hand and stitched it on the back of his hand.

A man who licks blood at the tip of a knife will not frown even if he gets stabbed several times. What can he do if he is stabbed by an embroidery needle?

The instructor sneered and wanted to give this ignorant woman a look, but suddenly opened her eyes wide.

His hands can't be taken back.

The woman finally stopped her work, raised her head and lifted up the black veil covering her face, and untied the black veil covering her eyes. Under the bright moonlight, there were two bottomless pits on her beautiful face, and there were no eyeballs.

She smiled and said, "In addition to embroidery, I can embroider something else."

The instructor's face turned pale, and the palm pressed on the woman's shoulder seemed to no longer belong to him, and it had a root. He asked involuntarily in a trembling voice: "What are you embroidering?"

The woman smiled like a flower, but in the eyes of the mentor, she looked like a female ghost who wanted her life.

"Embroidered blind man."
Chapter completed!