Chapter 2 The head was robbed
"In fact, I am also willing to enjoy the pleasure of the winner, but you are proficient in 'shadowing', 'in virtual', 'royal weapon', and you are sure there are any powerful spells. For the personal safety of the disciples, let's talk to you in detail when you die!" Qin Yan looked at the old man's frozen expression of despair and anger and sighed infinitely, "You are really bold to take the hidden weapon stained with the blood of 'han blood' directly with your hands. Even the master is not as bold as you!"
"Master, he misses you very much. He has sent several brothers to find you, especially telling his disciples to bring back your head. The disciple finally found you after a lot of hard work. In the end, thanks to your uncle, you are proficient in the three techniques at the same time, which gives the disciple a chance to take advantage of it.
"As for why I say revenge, oh, my father's name is Qin Weiguang and my mother's name is Lin Ying. You probably can't remember the couple who died under you 11 years ago. If Master hadn't said it, even I wouldn't remember. You see, it's not a grievance that you die under my hands and pay back one after another! After a while, you can't be rude. Disciples will burn charms to show you the way. You have to serve the master and wife, repay your sins of your life, and have no resentment..."
Qin Yan half knelt on the ground, his tone was relaxed, and he said chatteringly, but unconsciously, his eyes were slightly watery.
Father and mother, although I don't remember what you look like, the child finally avenged you!
In the past 11 years, I have been struggling in the magic cave and dare not slack off at all, for today's moment!
Unfortunately, after the short period of joy dissipated, the next thing occupied my heart was endless emptiness.
The revenge of life should have been extremely happy. You should look up to the sky and laugh and sing freely. Why am I so sad? Is it because the belief that supports my growth no longer exists?
He raised his head and looked at the twilight in the sky, and his heart was confused.
Perhaps from now on, only the lifelong study of Taoism is the last sustenance of this body!
At this moment, an unusual aura wave came from not far away, and the sudden strong warning suddenly interrupted his emotion and confusion.
He suddenly got up and turned his head, his eyes went deep into the bamboo forest, chasing the wisp of strange breath, and shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"
What answered him was the rustling wind. He could hear that this was not the ordinary wind through the forest, but the terrible sound gathered by countless "little things" flapping their wings. He was terrified: What else did the old man do to die with me?
The wind came quickly, and the green bamboo forest in front of it suddenly exploded, and a large group of colorful haze and clouds surged. Qin Yan immediately saw that it was a cloudy intertwined with thousands of butterflies.
Fanghua Butterfly!
Qin Yan still remembers that when he practiced the third "bone" of Han Xuegong, there was a fragrant butterfly among the materials he had used. At that time, it was such a small butterfly, but it made him taste the pain of ten thousand ants eating hearts!
So when he first saw this large butterfly cloud, his feet had already exerted force and suddenly rushed out far away and went straight into the bamboo bushes next to him.
The butterfly wrapped the old man's body heavily, and countless wings flapped their scalping. Qin Yan stood more than ten meters away, staring at the man hidden in the butterfly group, and couldn't help guessing where he came from!
Who is that guy and what does it have to do with the old man? The young master is now injured in his hands and feet, and the sword he carried with him has been lost. He will definitely not please him when fighting!
After the butterfly cloud shrouded the old man for a few seconds, it suddenly dispersed from it to both sides, revealing the appearance of the people in it. It was a woman with a veil covering her face. She looked quite young and was looking at Qin Yan with great interest.
Qin Yan was more concerned about the body of the old man under her feet. His dear uncle no longer had a head and lay pitifully in a pool of blood, and there was no peaceful appearance.
He was anxious. How could he go back to work without a head? At that time, I couldn't help shouting, "Hey, where did you get my uncle's head?"
There seems to be a smile in the woman's eyes: "Little brother, you are really interesting. Do you think it's time for you to question me?"
Qin Yan's face twitched, pressed the curse words in his heart, took a deep breath to calm his mood, looked at the person in front of him carefully, then showed a warm smile, arched his hand and said, "This girl, Qin Yan, this box is polite!"
The woman's eyes smiled more: "I know your name is Qin Yan. You'd better wipe away your tears before talking to me."
Qin Yan was shocked when he heard the words. How could this woman know her name? Has she been following her? But I didn't feel anything abnormal all the way!
As if she saw what he was thinking, the woman said, "Little brother, you don't have to panic. I just started to follow you from Wuxiang Town. You are looking for people everywhere in town to ask questions, and it's hard not to attract attention! It's just that I didn't expect that Shenlong would really find the residence of the blood-clothes thief!"
Damn it, it starts from Wuxiang Town! Qin Yan couldn't wait to slap himself twice. I self-claimed to be a generation of anti-tracking masters. Even the master praised me, but I was followed for more than 100 miles without being noticed. Even the faces of the master and apprentice were swollen!
"Luck, just luck! The girl favored me so much that she followed me for more than a hundred miles, which really flattered me!" Qin Yan reluctantly squeezed out a smile, said a few polite words, and then couldn't wait to ask, "Please don't ask the girl's name. Where is the fairyland?" I secretly want to wait for the young master to recover from his injury and then go to your house to find the scene. Isn't it just a high-level local level? If I take action with all my strength, I may not have the power to fight!
"I take butterfly as my surname. You can call me Butterfly Fairy." Speaking of this, the woman's tone turned indifferent, "Since you are the nephew of the blood thief, you must be the apprentice of the blood wolf monk?"
Qin Yan has been paying careful attention to her face. At this moment, when he saw that her eyes were wrong, he said that the master might have a grudge against this man. He quickly shook his head and said, "The fairy made a mistake. The teacher is Mrs. Yan, and the blood wolf monk is my uncle. I am very in awe of him. How dare to admit it."
"Yes, there's nothing I dare to admit. Let me ask you, is Huang Fan your brother? How is he now? There is a little earnestness in the butterfly fairy's language.
Huang Fan? Isn't he the first brother in the family to practice blood skills to the fifth weight? Unfortunately, he didn't break through at the sixth moment and hung up. Master was still sad about his body for several days. Every time he thought of Master's eyes at that time, Qin Yan shuddered.
Qin Yan nodded and said, "Brother Huang is a genius in the door, and all his uncles and uncles value him. He has just left the customs recently and has a new breakthrough. He went out to carry out a secret mission.
"Where did he go?"
Qin Yan spread out his hands: "I don't know."
The butterfly fairy's expression condensed, and there was a cold meaning in her touching eyes. Qin Yan held a bamboo pole beside him with his left hand to prevent her from hurting people.
After a moment, the butterfly fairy sighed faintly, "Since it is a secret mission, you must not know."
Qin Yan smiled and said, "I have answered the fairy's questions, and please answer my questions. It's useless for you to take my uncle's head, and you're afraid of staining the fairy's clothes. It's better to return it to me so that I can go back to the teacher's door.
The butterfly fairy shook her head and said, "The blood-clothed thief has a lot to do with this family. Since he has been killed, I have to take other people's head back to recover my life."
Qin Yan scolded in his heart: Are you so shameless? Is it your credit for the bloody robbery? If you want to change your real knife and real gun against the blood thief, it may be your head that has been cut off!
The smile on his face was about to dissipate, and he said with the last hope: "The fairy is free from vulgarity, and she must also know the truth of first coming first. Since you are predestined to my brother Huang, why don't you let me do it this time for his sake?
The butterfly fairy said lightly, "This thing can't be given up."
Qin Yan was furious, and half of the bamboo pole was cut off. He held the half of the weapon and slowly straightened up with a cold face: "You bitch, you don't know anything, you have to force your uncle to do it. I can make you die with only my left hand, believe it or not?