Once the courtyard door is closed again, and when you look up, you will see a little red apricot sitting on the branches of red apricots, ready to move, trying to come out of the wall.

He smiled helplessly, jumped into the tree, hugged his waist across the waist, and his single foot fell to the ground, sprinkling a crisp sound of silver bells in the courtyard.

The spring scenery of Hanshan Temple arrived early, and it was regarded as a miracle by the people in Gusu City. There is no need to mention it.

In a small town restaurant thousands of miles away from Hanshan Temple and Fengling, a handsome Taoist in white dress walked in the snow, carrying two swords on his shoulders, a snail-blue and a silk-patterned silk-patterned.

The waiter who was napping behind the counter heard the sound of the door curtain, hurriedly wiped off his saliva, stood up to greet him, and welcomed him attentively: "Master, what wine do you want to drink?"

Chang Boning was kind and said, "I have a pot of rice wine."

"Okay." The waiter wiped his hands, "Master, it's the New Year, which immortal palace is you going to go back to?"

"Where does the Immortal Palace come from? It's just a nameless place." Chang Boning let out a breath of air conditioning, "If you have something to do, I won't go back this year."

The waiter held a pot of warm wine in time. Chang Boning thanked him, poured out half a cup, and drank it all in one go.

Seeing that he was drinking too fast, either he was a glutton in the wine or a sloppy young man who misjudged his alcohol tolerance, the waiter couldn't help but remind: "The restaurant is strong, and the Taoist priest drinks slowly."

Chang Boning said gently: "It's okay. I have a good alcohol tolerance."

The waiter was curious: "Born?"

Chang Boning said indifferently: "You can always practice it."

He put down the wine glass, placed another piece of silver, and took out an exquisite silver chain wine pot: "This wine is very good. Make another pot for me and I will take it away."

Xiao Er's eyes shone brightly, he hurriedly took the broken silver, put it in his mouth and bit it, and picked up the wine pot with a smile: "Come now, come now."

The waiter didn't dare to accept such a large amount of silver without authorization, and went to the backyard to knock on the boss's door.

Chang Boning was about to raise his glass, and his eyes glanced at the snowy world outside the curtain. His expression suddenly condensed. He put down the wine glass and flew out. Without saying a word, he grabbed the clothes of the person passing by the curtain, held the "Jinchao" scabbard in his hand, and almost smashed his inner elixir with a blow in his chest!

On the long street, there was a long snow and snow. There were no other pedestrians on the road. The shops next to the road were closed, but no one noticed the commotion on the long street.

Chang Boning pressed him to the ground.

The rough snow particles slammed on his face, making his voice and face blurred together.

"Give you a chance." Chang Boning's voice was very soft. His cultivation was so he couldn't say too intensely. In this case, he still seemed too gentle. "Answer me, Jin Yingsheng, the son of the Golden Sect of Longshan Gate, you are refining corpses in Jiuqi Town, absorbing the vitality of a living person, and practicing for yourself. Is it your collusion with the Demonic Walking Cell Sect?"

"Frequently..." The person who came was attacked by this surprise, but his panic had long been overwhelmed by the pain. "Is it you who wrote a letter to ask me to come here?"

Chang Boning only asked one thing: "Who do you think it is?"

"I thought..." Frightened by Chang Boning's power, Jin Yingsheng closed his eyes and whispered, "I thought, it was... that person, the one who used the Tang sword... He killed the Taoist sect, carried the body on his back, and passed by my Longshan Gate in a sacred manner. He happened to meet me. I was about to capture him, but he said... He asked me to help him place the corpse in the Longshan Gate Sutra Pavilion according to his request, otherwise the secret of the Longshan Gate will be difficult to protect in the future. He still has evidence of my contact with the Walking Clan Sect in his hand, so I..."

Chang Boning put the "Jinchao" scabbard on his chest and asked anxiously: "Do you still remember that person's face?"

In order to save his life, Jin Yingsheng said everything: "Remember and remember! I can draw it for-"

Before he finished speaking, Chang Boning, holding the scabbard, suffered a severe blow for no reason and stabbed forward!

Jin Yingsheng was stabbed in the chest by a sword sheath!

Jin Yingsheng vomited a mouthful of hot blood, dyeing the three feet of white snow in front of him!

Chang Boning looked back in horror, but saw a figure in red standing quietly beside the flying flag in the winery. His clothes were rolled up by white snow, and his fingertips were still shining with an undispersed light, making his face difficult to tell.

Chang Boning suddenly stood up, but suddenly felt dizzy and the sword was filled with snow, so he barely stabilized his body.

He whispered, "You——Give me..."

These days, the only thing he has to eat is a glass of rice wine just now.

The man did not answer and flew over the long street, with snow on his eyebrows and shoulders, and he didn't know how long he had stood on the house.

Chang Boning's face was pale and tried his best to force out the remaining poison in his body, but his hands and feet were numb and unable to support them, so he fell down to the side.

The man took a step forward and caught the unconscious Chang Boning with one arm.

Chang Boning was soft on his shoulders, and his breathing was floating in Han Jing's ears.

...Even if you faint, your mind will still be uneasy.

"You are smarter now." Han Jing whispered to him, "Just don't develop this habit of drinking. I'll teach you a lesson. After today, I'll quit as soon as possible."

He pulled out the scabbard that had been buried in Jin Yingsheng's chest, threw out a fresh blood thread from the snow, ignored Jin Yingsheng's face and calmly preached to Chang Boning: "It's always bad to not sleep for three days and run for days."

After saying that, Han Jing picked up Chang Boning in the waist, carried his sword, walked towards the end of the long street, and said softly: "...Sorry, I interrupted the clue you finally found. I will deal with this person for the Taoist sect first. Wait until you have a rest, try to find me."

The body of the wind and snow on the ground was covered with a light white layer.

When the waiter drove out of the door with the wine pot and looked around, the heavy wind and snow made him regard the people lying down as a pile of broken sacks that were abandoned by the consignee.
Chapter completed!