Early the next morning, the streets became bustling again. Zhou Qingmu took Xiao Yue'er's hand and walked to the southeast city gate.

The little girl carrying a small bamboo box came out of the house and jumped all the way, very happy.

It seems that all the happiness in the world is not as happy as now.

But Zhou Qingmu still clearly remembered that when he came back in the morning, the little girl was sitting in front of the tombstone without saying a word. When Zhou Qingmu approached, the little girl wiped her face and turned to look at him.

"My mother said before that no matter what happens, never give up hope in this world. Now you must remember this sentence well and don't cry every day." Zhou Qingmu looked at the sun rising from the east and whispered softly.

Said. He said the last sentence, subconsciously emphasizing his tone.

There was actually some confusion in the little girl's eyes, but she didn't ask.

If you don’t understand now, you will understand later.

After all, she is still a child herself.

In fact, it's not that Xiao Yue'er is no longer sad at this time, but that she suddenly feels more happy than sad. Maybe the person in front of her deliberately doesn't make herself so sad.

The reason why Zhou Qingmu chose to go out at the southeast gate was because he walked around the city last night and found that the mottled gate in the southeast was actually the smallest. As expected, there were also the fewest people here.

Zhou Qingmu held the fairy sword in his hand and held the hand of the little guy next to him. He jumped up and the two of them were suspended above the city gate.

The sudden change startled the little girl, her teeth were trembling, but she did not speak.

Zhou Qingmu circulated his true energy and slashed out with a sword towards the barrier in front of him. An invisible sword energy slashed straight towards the "air" in front of him.

Li Qiubai called this move, "Destroy all things with one sword." Putting aside its power, it is quite useful for cutting down barriers.

As the sword energy struck the invisible barrier outside the city wall, the air shook slightly, and finally a big hole opened in that place. Zhou Qingmu pulled Xiao Yue'er out of the hole without hesitation, and after leaving

, Xiaoyue'er turned her head and looked at the small town where she had lived for a short period of time, but her parents were buried there. Zhou Qingmu also had a lot of doubts about this place, but first he had to confirm the safety of those two people.

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After the two of them completely left the city, the stone city hidden in the desert immediately disappeared. Zhou Qingmu blocked Xiao Yue'er's eyes with one hand, and then slashed towards that place with his sword.

It instantly left a sword mark that would not disappear even if it lasts for hundreds of years.

Zhou Qingmu let go of the hand holding the sword, jumped up slightly, then steadily landed on the sword, and then pulled Xiao Yue'er hard and put Xiao Yue'er on the sword in front of him. Xiao Yue'er was caught by Zhou Qingmu's trick.

I was so shocked that I blinked my big eyes full of admiration.

"Brother Xiaomu, you are the Great Sword Immortal who is taller than the table, right?" Xiao Yue'er turned around as if she was not afraid of falling, blinked her big eyes and looked at Zhou Qingmu, and asked expectantly.

Zhou Qingmu rubbed the little girl's head, smiled slightly and said, "About this high."

The little girl immediately became very happy and her face was filled with pride.

Zhou Qingmu frowned and said with a smile: "Xiao Yue'er is not afraid of falling? It's very high down there."

Xiaoyue'er shook her head and said with a smile: "I won't be scared if I don't look down! Besides, Brother Xiaomu will protect me!"

His little face was full of pride.

Zhou Qingmu had no choice but to smile and reach out to grab the little girl to prevent her from falling.

Above the desert sky, there is a flying sword suspended high, and two figures, one large and one small, stand.

...

After the black-robed young man came out of the stone city, he had already flown over a Buddhist land. Below him was a group of bald monks scattered in the temple, and above him was a black-robed man holding a trembling purple gold gourd.

youth.

"Grandma, this purple gold gourd can't be suppressed. What the hell is it? But its breath is very similar to that thing. If it is really that thing, it would be a big profit!" The young man in black robe crossed the sky and said to himself

Talk to yourself.

The sky in the distance suddenly trembled, and the young man in black robe stopped and hung in the sky, staring at the place, which was uncertain.

I saw that the curtain had changed shape as if it had been stepped down by someone.

Soon, a figure walked out of the gradually darkening sky.

It was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and disheveled clothes.

The sharp aura on his body was directed at the young man in black robe. The young man in black robe's expression darkened and he was about to speak.

The middle-aged man spoke without any nonsense, with a solemn expression like an ancient god: "Put down the things in your hands and avoid the pain of your skin."

"Who the hell are you? Let me go if you ask me to?" The young man in black robe looked at the condescending look of the man in front of him and was extremely unhappy.

The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and a strong aura erupted from his body, "People from the Shadow Pavilion, I say it again, put down things you shouldn't take!"

Although they were tens of feet apart, the extremely strong aura burst out suddenly, like a savage beast, and actually shook the figure of the young man in black robe back several steps.

The young man in black robe spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale but he sneered: "Don't let me go!"

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the young man in black robe began to disappear, and finally turned into a streak of blood and fled into the distance.

"Fight in the corner." The middle-aged man said softly, but the voice definitely reached that man's ears even though he was thousands of miles away.

The middle-aged man stared at the bloody light without moving, stretched out a finger, and then dropped it. The boundless terrifying aura turned into a giant hand in the sky, stretched out a finger, and stabbed away at the bloody light.

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The young man in black robe only felt that his whole body began to stop, and his movement speed began to slow down. He raised his head and saw a giant finger sweeping towards him with boundless power, crushing him.

In the end, the young man in black robe was heard to say weakly: "Xuan..." and then passed out.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand towards the body of the young man in black robe, and the purple and gold gourd flew towards him like a rainbow of light.

After the disheveled middle-aged man took the purple gold gourd, he didn't even open the stopper of the gourd. He just pressed his hand upwards, and a black energy like an abyss poured out from it. The middle-aged man put this black energy in his hand.

He went up and threw the gourd into the open space beside the young man in black robe, and then disappeared into the sky.

...

Zhou Qingmu, who was dressed in white, and Xiao Yue'er, who was dressed in light yellow, were still stepping on their swords and flying towards an unknown direction. Zhou Qingmu had no idea about the situation of the man last night.

"Brother Xiaomu, where are we going?" Xiao Yue'er suddenly asked.
Chapter completed!