The sun set little by little in the Western Mountains, and darkness once again enveloped the world. The two teenagers who walked out of the desert sat by a bonfire, quietly waiting for dawn.
The two teenagers were both dressed in rags and barely covered their bodies, but their eyes were full of hope because they were full of hope for the future.
One of the young men had a long and narrow face, comparable to a horse's face. He was leaning on a bush, lazily chewing steamed buns, with an impetuous look on his face. The other handsome young man was looking at a book with concentration on his face.
The black cover of Xuanji has a snow-white wolf king lying quietly beside him.
"When I get to the town, I will have a hearty meal, then take a hot bath, change into clean clothes, and then have a good sleep. These two years have been really hard!"
As Liang Bufan spoke, he threw all the remaining steamed buns into his mouth, as if to express his inner indignation.
Ye Junlin closed the book, raised his head and glanced at Liang Bufan, but said nothing. Since leaving the Black Stone Mine, the question he has been thinking about the most is how to kill Jiang Zhou in order to avenge his father's murder and seize the opportunity.
Wife's Hate'.
Liang Bufan seemed to be aware of Ye Junlin's thoughts, and his playful smile disappeared: "Revenge cannot be rushed. We must first improve our strength and then plan carefully. Otherwise, not only will we be punished when the time comes,
If we don’t take revenge, it’s easy to get ourselves involved.”
Ye Junlin looked at Liang Bufan, who had a solemn expression, with a rare smile on his face: "It's really rare to hear a serious word from your mouth."
Liang Bufan said with a smile: "You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step. If you take too long, you will easily lose your eggs."
Ye Junlin savored Liang Bufan's words and said with a smile: "The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough!"
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The early morning sun has not broken through the morning mist, but the two teenagers have already embarked on their journey. Since leaving the desert, the climate has improved a lot, and the mood of the two teenagers has also improved.
After walking for another half day, Ye Junlin saw the familiar inn from a distance, and remembered the humiliation he suffered back then. He couldn't help but smile, with a trace of relief on his face.
The people who made him suffer so much humiliation here are now the dead souls in hell.
The two passed by the inn and saw Shan Lao who was busy. The two looked at him from a distance without disturbing him. Shan Lao raised his head and saw a boy who seemed familiar to him.
The young man nodded slightly in greeting without saying a word. He still had a good impression of the old man in his heart. At least at that time, the old man did not add insult to injury.
The surrounding distant mountains and bare trees receded little by little, and the lonely inn was so far away that its outline could not be seen.
Ahead, at the end of the avenue, a fork in the road appeared in front of the two teenagers. There were two forks, one going left and one going right.
Liang Bufan pointed to the fork on the left and said: "Go from here and pass through more than a dozen towns before you reach the 'Purple Cloud Sea'. 'Purple Cloud Sea' recruits a large number of disciples every year. With your strength, you can steadily
The ground can get in."
Liang Bufan said, with a sad look on his face, as if he was about to shed tears. Although he and Ye Junlin only got along for a few months, in his heart, he already regarded Ye Junlin as his life and death partner.
's brother.
"Idiot, what do grown men have to cry about?" Ye Junlin said, "It's not like we'll say goodbye forever. Besides, we made an appointment to go to the Sword Forging Villa together in a year."
Liang Bufan waved his hand and said in a low voice: "I'd better leave first. I hate watching other people's departure the most in my life."
Ye Junlin jumped off the camel and patted Liang Bufan on the shoulder: "Brother, take care."
"Isn't this fucking nonsense?" Liang Bufan said viciously: "We made an appointment right here. One year later, we will go to the Sword Making Villa together and kill those bastards!"
"Definitely." Ye Junlin also had a murderous look on his face.
"Let's go!" Liang Bufan urged the camel, waved to Ye Junlin, and embarked on his own way. Ye Junlin looked at the back of the horse-faced boy, in a daze, until the unruly back disappeared from sight.
We meet each other sometimes in life; when we send you off thousands of miles away, we must say goodbye eventually.
Ye Junlin leaned down, patted the White Wolf King on the head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, it's time for us to have a new start!"
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The town closest to the inn is called "Beimo City". It is a city within the jurisdiction of Zhujian Villa. Although it has a population of less than 50,000, it is also quite lively.
Although "Bei Mo City" is relatively close to the inn, the road there is surrounded by mountains. It would take at least two days to walk there.
Ye Junlin was walking slowly on the camel, the sadness after parting with Liang Bufan still floated in his heart. The White Wolf King followed behind him, looking ahead warily.
The king among wolves is born with such caution.
After climbing over a mountain ridge, you can see a touch of green at the bottom of the mountain from a distance. This mountain ridge is like a standing defender, blocking the severe cold coming from the north on the other side of the mountain.
"stop!"
A dozen warriors suddenly appeared in front of them. They blocked the middle of the road with swords in their hands. It was obvious at a glance that they were evil. The leader was a skinny warrior who looked like a monkey. His wretched face was almost invisible.
A trace of smoothness.
The pockmarked warrior shouted to Ye Junlin: "This road belongs to me, and this tree belongs to me too. If you want to go through here, you have to leave the money."
As the pockmarked warrior spoke, a strange gaze glanced at Ye Junlin's black iron giant sword, with an expression that seemed to make him drool: "Low-level mortal weapons, we encountered a big deal this time!"
Ye Junlin looked at the pockmarked warrior with disdain and sneered: "Isn't it just a robbery? How about creating such a huge formation?"
As the second-in-command of Beishan Village, the largest village in the vicinity, Pockmarked Face is a well-known figure in this area. Even Ling Yang, the lord of 'Bei Mo City', has to give him some face when he sees him. And this little person in front of him
The young man dared to look down on him, which made our 'Second Master' extremely angry.
The scimitar in the pockmarked hand was raised high, and the red profound energy surged in his body: "What's wrong with you kid? My body is itchy and I need a beating!"
Ye Junlin looked at his pockmarked face with disdain, and said contemptuously again: "It's just the eighth level of mystical veins, but is it worthy of you to show off your power?"
The pockmarked man was immediately shocked. Anyone who could tell that his cultivation level was at least at the 'ninth level of mystical veins', and in the Beishan area, there was only one warrior with the 'ninth level of mystical veins' cultivation.
Cold sweat streaked across his wretched face.
The cow has already blown out, and the brothers are watching. If he gets timid at this moment, he may not be able to hold his head up in front of the brothers.
"We can only give it a try." Pockmarked made up his mind and shouted. He suddenly swung the scimitar in his hand and struck Ye Junlin headlong.
You're killing people if you want to save face.
Ye Junlin sneered and waved the black iron giant sword quietly.
"Qiang!"
The swords collided, making a harsh metallic sound.
With just one blow, the pockmarked warrior was knocked away more than ten steps with his sword. The pockmarked face was full of surprise. He guessed that the young man in front of him might be very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful.
"Are you still fighting?" Ye Junlin sneered.
"I'm not your opponent, you go!" Before face and life, Pockmarked Face finally chose life.
"You know the truth." Ye Junlin said coldly: "If it's over like this, wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage?"
"What do you want?" Sensing the vague murderous aura in Ye Junlin, the pockmarked face was completely frightened at this time.
"You have delayed my schedule, so you must give me some compensation." A sly smile appeared on Ye Junlin's face.
"Okay!" The pockmarked man took out a black-covered book of mysterious skills from his waist with great joy, threw it to Ye Junlin and said, "How about I give you the Huang-level low-grade mysterious skill "Cracking Rock Palm" as an apology?"
"That's it!" Ye Junlin stuffed the Xuanji into his leather bag, patted the camel, and continued on the road.
The pock-marked warrior looked at Ye Junlin's back, with a strong murderous look on his wretched face. He saw him saying to a subordinate next to him: "Go and report to the boss, I will kill this ignorant man at 'Nine Dao Bend'."