With a glass of Chixia wine, no one returns after a long journey.

The temple is decorated with rotten beams and spider silk, and the rotten stone whisk shows the power of immortality.

I always sigh that people in the world suffer a lot, and have half a lifetime of glory and half a lifetime of sorrow.

It’s better to drink and get drunk today and dream of nothing wrong.

Inside an unknown and dilapidated temple on Yuxia Mountain, Xu Xian stared at the line of bad poems on the wall and sighed.

It has been one day since he traveled to this world. He has not moved in the whole day. It’s not that he doesn’t want it, but that he can’t do it.

Because he broke one leg.

This body is not his. The original owner was a little beggar. Maybe because of hunger and cold, he went to the King of Hell to report in advance. As a result, God was not very good at seeing him, and Xu Xian, a time traveler, became a takeover man.

I know from my memory that my legs accidentally fell off the cliff and broke. They were carried to this dilapidated temple by several other beggars, allowing him to die for himself.

This day and night have wiped out Xu Xian's ambition. Time travelers are all arrogant, but now they are not famous, but they are hard to eat a full meal. If they continue like this, it will not take long for him to follow the footsteps of the little beggar.

This poem on the wall is very free and easy, but Xu Xian can't be free and easy.

Although this dilapidated temple is dilapidated and air leaks everywhere, the roof is still solid and will not let the wind and rain outside blow in.

"No one should pass by in this kind of weather, right?" Xu Xian sighed again. He had always hoped that someone would pass by, and that anyone would do it. This way he might be able to survive, even if he wanted a bite of dry food.

However, it is basically a matter of right and wrong if someone can pass by such a big storm.

Xu Xian moved his neck and moved his eyes back from the entrance of the ruined temple. He stared at the rotten wooden beam above his head without any hesitation. He thought about his past life in his mind, licked his cracked lips, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, but in a vague way, Xu Xian heard the sound of shouting for killing and woke up.

The wind and rain outside seemed to be less, and you could see the thick night from the dilapidated windows. When you heard it, you did shout and shout. In addition, there were some noises, such as the intersection of gold and iron.

"Someone is fighting!"

Xu Xian made a preliminary judgment.

Someone screamed, and the sound was shrill, as if it was a scream when he was dying.

The screams made Xu Xian wake up completely. He stared at the dilapidated temple with three or seventy-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-six-s

The shouts of killing were very close, and they should be outside the dilapidated temple. After about a moment, after the last scream, there was silence outside.

This extreme noisy and silence represents the result of this battle.

Xu Xian's throat moved. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside. One person, no, actually two people broke into the dilapidated temple.

One of them was a boy who was carried in by another tall man. The two of them were covered in rain, mixed with blood, dripping on the ground.

Although they were a little embarrassed, it can be seen that these two people live a wealthy life, dressed in luxurious clothes, tied their hair with jade hair, and except for the wounds they had with them, they were clean and clean.

Cleanness represents wealth in this world.

Not to mention beggars, they are ordinary people at home. Who can take a bath every day in this kind of weather?

This is the judgment made by Xu Xian in an instant.

At this moment, the strong man who came in with the boy in his back also noticed Xu Xian, paused and immediately looked at him. At this moment, Xu Xian seemed to be targeted by a tiger.

It is no exaggeration to say that Xu Xian fully believes that as long as he moves around at this time, he may be killed by the other party.

The man was holding a knife in his hand, and the cold light on the blade was dazzling, and a murderous aura oozed out.

"Xiang He, what's wrong?"

The strong man asked a weak question on his back, and the strong man replied in a low voice: "It's just a little beggar."

"Beggar?" The young man, known as the young master, didn't even look at it, but then he said something that made Xu Xian almost curse.

"Kill."

The young master's voice was without any emotion, as if someone was going to kill was not a person, but a chicken.

The strong man put down the young man, took the knife and walked towards Xu Xian. Xu Xian was so scared that he was trembling all over. This fear was not pretending.

Can't pretend, either.

Although the object of his time traveling was a little beggar with a broken leg, as the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. It is so unknown to others. Xu Xian could not accept it.

But it seems that no one cares about his opinion at the moment.

The young man there then saved Xu Xian's life with a violent cough. The other party coughed so hard that he spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the ground red.

"Young Master!" The strong man didn't care about Xu Xian and hurried back to see.

At this moment, the luxuriously dressed young man was already angry, with no trace of blood on his face. The things he spit out seemed to be mixed with other things.

The young master Huagui was obviously seriously injured and coughed up blood, but there was no wound on his body.

Could it be that he was hit by an internal martial arts such as the Heart-Destroying Palm?

Xu Xian knew that there were really martial arts in this world, and there were many useful things in the little beggar’s memory.

The strong man took out a porcelain bottle at this time and pulled out the stopper. Suddenly, a smell of medicine came out. It was obvious that he wanted to take the young master who coughed up blood.

But the latter was seriously injured, and another mouthful of blood was spurted out, and his body became soft and he remained motionless.

Dead?

Xu Xian didn't expect it to be so sudden.

The strong man named Xiang He was also shocked, calling the young master in his mouth, and then trying hard to pour medicine into the other person's mouth, but the dead couldn't take medicine.

Knowing that he was unable to turn things around, he slapped out his palm with a strong man and smashed a stone in front of him.

Xu Xian was stunned. If he was photographed by someone, even the gods could not save him. His palm power was so terrifying that this person was a martial arts master.

"It's Shen Ruohua. The deceased soldier must have been sent by her. I didn't expect that she would take such a risk for the second young master... Young Master, you are about to go to the Five Elements Sect to learn immortal methods. How can you die here? No, you can't die..."

Xiang He thought of something at this moment, and was crazy, using his internal strength to press his palm against the young master, trying to save people with his internal strength.

But no matter how hard he tried, the result could not be changed.

After struggling for a long time, the body gradually became colder. Xiang He was in a state of despair. He sat next to the corpse of the young master and was silent for a moment, and then cried endlessly.

Xu Xian was frightened.

He could feel danger and extreme danger. He would not let him go, whether he was venting wildly or regaining his calm later.

It is no exaggeration to say that my life is hanging on the line now.

This is how people are. They will burst out with huge potential at the critical moment of life and death. Xu Xian is now racking his brains to think about the way to survive. In fact, since the young master and Xiang He entered the ruined temple, Xu Xian has been observing carefully.

Observe their words and deeds, observe their clothes, and then reason and associate them based on the attacks outside before.

In a short time, Xu Xian had a rough outline in his mind.

However, Xu Xian did not dare to act rashly. After all, it was a guess. If the other party left directly, he would certainly not cause any trouble.

At this moment, Xu Xian was still observing Xiang He, not missing a single detail.

I forgot to say that Xu Xian is a police academy graduate in the modern world. He is the first in the school in the investigation major and has spent a lot of time studying in psychology.

After a while, Xiang He stopped crying.

He was silent again.

This is even more scary.

Silence means that the other party is thinking.

After a while, Xiang He turned his head and looked at Xu Xian.

Xu Xian was not afraid to look at him at this moment. From the other party's eyes, Xu Xian was sure of something.

This man was determined to kill.

Not to mention whether it is for venting or to silence him, Xu Xian knew that if he didn't speak, he would definitely die next.

Seeing Xiang He rising up with a murderous intent, Xu Xian finally spoke.

"Do you want to live?"

Five words.

Full of weight.

As Xu Xian expected, Xiang He, the other side, paused, frowned, and had a kind of doubt. Firstly, it was because this little beggar who was as timid as a quail, could speak calmly at this moment without fear; secondly, what the other party said happened to be what Xiang He is most concerned about at the moment.

This expression is small, but Seo Hyun captures it.

He felt a little excited in his heart. Whether he could survive in the future depends on his performance.

"The young master died tragically. No matter what the reason, you, the guard, will be blamed. Escape is a dead end, and going back is a dead end."

Xu Xian’s maximization of the simple words, he wants every word he has.

At this moment, Xiang He stared at Xu Xian, looked up and down, and then continued to move forward.

It's difficult.

Xu Xian was sweating coldly, but he still refused to give up.

"All the people outside died. No one except you and me knows that the young master is dead!"

This sentence once again made Xiang He stop.

"Who are you?"

Xiang He finally asked a question.

Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared the most was that the other party didn't say a word, and as long as the other party spoke, there was a way.

"You see, I'm just a little beggar..."

"fart!"

Xiang He suddenly burst out, and Xu Xian didn't see clearly. The other party's figure had turned into a afterimage. He felt that he had arrived in an instant, and the steel knife in his hand was already pressing against Xu Xian's neck.

The blade even cuts a trace of flesh.

Life hangs on a thread.

"Beggar, how could he know so much? Tell me, were you sent by that bitch Shen Ruohua?" Xiang He's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was a crazy tiger.

Xu Xian was not afraid at all.

Because the other party is determined to kill him, if the blade goes one inch further forward, he will definitely die.

"I don't know who Shen Ruohua is!" Xu Xian felt his neck hurt, but he couldn't move now, so he could only continue, "I'll ask you, do you want to live?"

Xiang He stared at Xu Xian, and Xu Xian also responded to the other party.

It seems like a needle pointed to the wheat.

In just a few breaths, it seemed that a year had passed. Finally, the murderous aura of the neck and the murderous aura weakened, and the next moment, the long sword returned to the sheath.
Chapter completed!