Quandu, Qianyu Snow Mountain.

The mountain is covered with whiteness, as if it has been piled up for several years but has not yet melted. Although it is far less majestic and profound than the two snow-capped mountains, Changbai, it also has its own beautiful and elegant style. However, the most elegant thing is the elegant loft that can be seen at a glance on the top of the mountain, standing on the snow.

The leader of the five major sword sects in Quandu, Tingyu Sect.

The man in blood fur stood in front of the window, carrying a long red sword around his waist, with deep and fierce eyes.

A disciple wearing a white sword robe rushed in, "Sect Master, it's not good!"

The man called the sect leader turned around and said, "What good thing should I tell you?"

A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the sword robe disciple, hesitated for a moment and said, "Sect Master, if I say it, can you not kill me for this?"

The man in the blood robe nodded, "Yes."

"The spy who was guarding the Gulu Trail returned, the old man had given the sword to a young man, and this man was going down the mountain with this sword on his back." The disciple of the sword robe lowered his head and said.

"First, Wumei was killed and died under the Gu Han sword, which ranked second in the famous sword score. Now my father gave this sword to someone? It's interesting." The man in the blood robe frowned, "Since I saw it, why don't you send someone to take it over?"

"There is...a woman beside him." The disciple of the sword robe replied in a trembling voice.

"You are actually afraid of a woman?" The man in the blood robe narrowed his eyes, "Is it because I have raised you in vain?"

"This is absolutely true!" The disciple of the sword robe was so scared that his face looked like a dirt, and he shook his head repeatedly, "But the spies in the path eavesdropped on the conversation between the two and accidentally revealed the name of the woman's sword."

"What's the name?" asked the man in the blood robe.

"Jiang...Jiangmo." The disciple of the sword robe trembled.

A long silence.

The disciple of the sword robe took a long breath and bowed and tentatively said, "Sect Master, if nothing happens, the young one will take his leave first?" After that, he moved his steps towards the door little by little.

"What did you call him just now?" The man in the blood robe suddenly called him.

The disciple of the sword robe was stunned, "He? I wonder who the sect leader is talking about?"

"Old man, call him old man." The corner of the man in the blood robe raised slightly, causing the disciples in the sword robe to tremble in their hearts.

"Even if I have a bad relationship with him, he is my father after all. You say "Old Master" to disrespect him, and you are also disrespecting me!" The man in the blood robe flew up and threw a blood light from the sword.

The room suddenly became cold. The disciple of the sword robe ran out when he saw this, but it was too late. Part of the blood light quickly condensed into a hand, grabbed his ankle, dragged him little by little into the blood light, merged with the blood light, and disappeared.

The man in the blood robe snorted coldly and took back the blood light. What's strange is that when the blood light returned to the sword, the sword seemed to burn with the morning glow and soon returned to peace.

If a master with great eyesight has been standing here, you can find that after killing someone, the sword in the man in the blood robe's waist became a little darker.

He took a step and stepped on the scratches on the ground. The scratches were soon filled with blood and left no traces.

This floor is bloody.

The man in the blood robe walked to a door, took off the sword from his waist and inserted it aside, and then walked into the room.

On the wall facing the door, there was a portrait hanging on the inner room, with a woman in white clothes and white hat on it.

"You really have a good daughter." The man in the blood robe looked at the portrait and sneered.

In Qinglian Town.

"There are only wine in this mountain, and they can't swallow them even if they are sour and astringent wild fruits. Even if I like to drink, I can't eat anything else. No, I have to find a place to have a good meal before going to Quandu." Luo Feiyu walked on the street stumbled.

"Okay." Gongsun Shilan nodded and agreed. To be honest, she was hungry, but Luo Feiyu said it first, so she went on.

"Is there any specialty in this town?" Luo Feiyu looked around and passed by an old man inadvertently.

He was an old man with a white cloth in front of him, looking like a blind man, but he could move freely and walk vigorously in the coming and going. Not only that, he also held a needle in his right hand and accurately poked the puppet he held in his left hand.

"I'll prick, I'll prick, I'll prick." The old man shouted while pricking.

Luo Feiyu had long noticed the old man's strange behavior. When he saw what the old man did, he subconsciously made a confused expression.

"Is this the witchcraft curse in Miaojiang?" Gongsun Shilian frowned.

"What era is this? There are still people who are engaged in this superstitious custom, which not only hurts the heavens and harms the law, but also hurts the wind and defeats the customs!" Luo Feiyu shook his head repeatedly and pulled Gongsun Shilian to walk away, "Let's stay away from him quickly."

"I'm just a stinky brat with a stinky smell. He dares to order me? He dares to teach me how to do things? I won't pierce you, Ling Jianqiu, who is so damn good." The old man continued to say regardless of the strange gazes around him.

"It's really helpless..." Luo Feiyu cursed in a low voice, and suddenly stopped, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Gongsun Shilan asked.

Luo Feiyu turned around and looked at the old man, "Who are you cursing?"

The old man looked at him in confusion, "Ling Jianqiu."

"Ling Jianqiu, it's my senior brother." Luo Feiyu said lightly.

Gongsun Shilian's heart thumped. She could feel that Luo Feiyu had an indescribable chill on her body at this moment.

"Give it to me." Luo Feiyu stretched out his hand at the old man.

"What are you for?" The old man leaned closer to Luo Feiyu's ears.

"Puppet, give it to me."

The old man stuffed the puppet into his clothes and shouted at Luo Feiyu, "I'm a blind man, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You are looking for death!" Luo Feiyu swung his punch, full of sword energy.

"Don't!" Gongsun Shilian didn't expect Luo Feiyu to attack such an old man and wanted to reach out to stop him. But the moment he punched, the old man disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared ten steps away. The speed was so fast that it was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Hehe, I can't hit me, I can't hit me." The old man sneered and jumped out of the town.

Luo Feiyu followed without hesitation. Seeing this, Gongsun Shilian had no choice but to follow.

In his mind, he recalled the story that his master had told him.

"Witchcraft is an ancient folk custom. It is a witchcraft used to harm enemies, so that they can fly out of thin air and suffer persecution. It originated from the 100,000 mountains in ancient Miaojiang. If this Gu is put on, the degree of pain is no different from the extreme punishment."
Chapter completed!