After thinking for a while, Zhou Qingmu asked: "What kind of cultivation level do the monsters that enter this place usually have?"

Zheng Hua frowned, and then said: "Well, generally, there are high and low levels of cultivation, and they are probably all above and below the Yuanhai realm. In the past, there were seniors from the aristocratic families in the city, and Taoist masters were in charge, so naturally there would be no problem

. But in recent days, the war has become tense, and all the seniors have gone to the border. Only us guys with mediocre qualifications are left, and we will never be able to reach the level of our seniors in our lifetime. We can only do so much even if we put our lives on the line.

"

After saying that, Zheng Hua sighed. At this time, he really felt helpless to himself. In fact, he was more disappointed.

Zhou Qingmu was speechless and stretched out his hand to pull the man in purple from the ground up. At this time, a spring rain started falling outside the city.

The rain is pouring, and the spring that should be full of vitality seems lifeless at this time.

Zhou Qingmu conjured an oil-paper umbrella out of nowhere, holding the little girl beside him and walking slowly into this city with no pedestrians.

The man in purple clothes named Zheng Hua did not follow the footsteps of the two men, but braved the rain and trotted all the way to a corner by the city wall.

There, lying were several bodies covered in blood.

Zheng Hua looked at this scene. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears, but they were flowing on his face. Soon, he patted his head and woke up.

Under the heavy rain, the soaked man dug a hole in the corner of the city wall with a knife in his hand.

Finally, after he buried his comrades who had just been born and died one by one, he said softly: "It's an easy journey all the way."

In fact, these cities on the human border have been like this for many years. The ground they step on is all made of flesh and blood.

Zhou Qingmu held the little girl's hand and walked silently through the streets. As he walked through this place, Zhou Qingmu seemed to think of himself when he first came out of the world. Just so many years later, things have changed.

As Xiao Yue'er walked, she would glance at the young man next to her from time to time. Seeing his sad face, the little girl herself did not dare to say anything else.

But when Zhou Qingmu walked around a corner, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of smoke on the tip of his nose.

Zhou Qingmu turned around and saw a barefoot old beggar in really sloppy clothes sitting by the wall, holding an old pipe in his hand, smoking one after another, and exhaling thick smoke, which was finally washed away by the rain.

Zhou Qingmu felt that the old man looked familiar, but he never remembered who it was, and finally became speechless.

Just as he was about to move on, an old voice behind him stopped him.

"Young man, where are you going?"

Zhou Qingmu turned around and looked at the barefoot old man. He was a little confused and didn't answer.

The old beggar put down the pipe in his hand, turned to look at him, and howled bitterly: "God is blind! The guy who still owes me five hundred taels of silver, now he pretends not to know me when he sees me! This makes

How can I live, old man!"

When Zhou Qingmu heard this, his brows furrowed deeper and he became even more confused.

The old beggar glanced at the man's dazed look, and immediately lost his bearing. He howled bitterly: "Six years ago, your kid stepped on the old man and me here, and you have forgotten?"

After Zhou Qingmu heard this, he thought a lot in his mind. Then he remembered that he seemed to have accidentally stepped on an old man's foot. The old man refused to go to the medicine shop, and then he sat on the ground and raised the price. The lion asked him for five hundred taels.

silver!

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingmu became a little angry! The old man in front of him took a drop of his blood while he was unprepared! If Qi Yan hadn't driven him away, I'm afraid this old man would have been chattering for three days and three nights!

"Old sir, do you have something to say?" Zhou Qingmu frowned and said.

The old beggar grinned, revealing the few old yellow teeth left in his mouth, and said: "Young man, I think the girl next to you is very qualified. Why don't you stay with the old man and practice with me?"

Zhou Qingmu frowned when he heard this, but before he could refuse, the little girl next to him stared at the old beggar carefully, and finally said: "But you are so ugly, you don't look like a good person!"

Zhou Qingmu almost laughed out loud when he heard this. The old beggar was so angry that he almost dropped the pipe in his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Little girl, do you know who I am?"

This time, before the little girl beside me could speak, Zhou Qingmu said in a deep voice: "Senior, it's not that I don't want to, but the girl beside me is too young, and I really don't feel at ease, so I think it's better to stay with me.

Be more prudent. If the old man is really interested, in a few years, when Xiao Yue'er has grown up, the old man will come sincerely and will definitely not refuse."

This statement may seem serious, but in fact it is a blatant rejection of the old man.

The old beggar made a "poof" sound, waved his hand and said: "Get out of here, get out of here! You are really as blind as that kid Qi Yan. There are so many people in the world who want to take me as their teacher!"

Zhou Qingmu ignored the old beggar's words. After thanking him, he took the little girl's hand and left.

The aura of the old beggar was no different from that of ordinary people. Although Zhou Qingmu could not tell the depth of the old beggar's cultivation, he subconsciously felt that the man in front of him was a bit strange and did not dare to take such a big risk.

Zhou Qingmu held Xiao Yue'er's hand and walked through this street. After stopping for a while at Xiao Zhoutian Inn, he sighed and left the city called "Great Zhoutian City".

Finally, the young man in white just said: "What year is it today?"

After Zhou Qingmu stepped out of the Great Zhoutian City, the old beggar who had been sitting by the wall spread his dirty palms, and a drop of blood quietly appeared in his palms.

The old beggar looked at this drop of blood that had been taken from the young Zhou Qingmu many years ago, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Ye Jing'an is protecting you, Li Qiubai is protecting you, and now even the devil Xuan Jiu is protecting you. I'm afraid they have never thought of it.

You will never escape my grasp! Hahaha!"

After he finished speaking, the old beggar took back the drop of blood essence and was about to close his eyes and have a deep dream. A figure in Taoist robes fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

The old beggar narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why are you here?"

I saw the man turned around, with white hair on his head, a pale mustache, and an old look on his face, even older than the old beggar.

The Taoist Taoist with a shaky figure said in a trembling and hoarse voice: "It's Xuan..."

Just as he was about to finish saying the person's name, thunder suddenly flashed in the sky, and the Taoist's words came to an abrupt end.

The old beggar just glanced at the sky above and saw through the secret. His eyes were a little complicated.

The old beggar hesitated for a moment, then spread out his palm, opened the mouth of the Taoist with the other hand, and slowly put the drop of blood in. Immediately afterwards, the breath of the Taoist with the mustache suddenly gave birth to new life, and his hair

It also started to slowly turn black...

Finally, the old beggar looked at the pattering spring rain in front of him and said softly: "How many years can a dead tree have spring?"
Chapter completed!