Chapter 527 Old people don't know each other

It's another rainy night.

In the gray heavy rain in Yongjing, a man in black robes and shoes stood upstairs, looking at the broken raindrops under the eaves, and frowned deeply.

He hated the rain, because he still remembered that it was in that rainy night that two strange knives, one long and one short, pierced his parents' eyebrows. He stood in front of his parents' corpses and was stunned all night. The next day, after the rain, he burned Zhangjiazhuang and turned around and walked to Guanzhong.

Since then, every rainy night, he toss and turns, and he can't sleep at night. I don't know whether it's because of the two magic knives in his eyebrows that have not been broken for a moment, or because of the fear in his heart.

"Cut the benevolence and give up righteousness, and the demon heart has been achieved. From today on, there will be no worries in this life."

More than a hundred years ago, the man who brought him from Wuzhen Haidu to Yongjing said so, and Zhang Bushi also officially worshipped the throne of the magician of the Kwai Dynasty and became his twelfth disciple, known as Wuyou Jun.

After that, Zhang Bushi's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Among the disciples of the same generation, he is only inferior to the second apprentice of the magician, Long Yangjun, known as the first son of Kui Jing.

As for the first apprentice of the magician, as early as when Longyangjun broke through to the fairyland, he was attacked and destroyed by Longyangjun and swallowed the yuan god.

This is the idealism that the demon practitioners follow. As long as you are strong enough, no one will say anything about you. In this gray dynasty like ancient ink painting, all the rules are very simple, but they are more indestructible than any etiquette.

There are three demon disciples who have been swallowed up by Zhang Bushi, who are equal to Long Yangjun.

In addition to the Kui Dynasty magician who is like a master, what Zhang Bushi wants to kill most is Longyangjun, but now he does not feel that he has the ability to kill Longyangjun alone.

Killing people becomes demons, killing demons become demons.

Therefore, he couldn't refuse the man's invitation.

Opening the letter in the palm of his hand, Zhang Bushi read it again. He could still vaguely recall the voice and smile of the person who wrote to him, and the silver gun that once made his blood boil. Now when he recalls it, it is extremely strange, just like a story he has read before, and those people only exist in the story.

Taking back the letterhead, Zhang Bushi took another look at the continuous night rain and floated downstairs. His body seemed to be dripping ink from the basin, turning into a black fog and spreading.

In the rainy night of the Kwai Dynasty, the first Wang Feng was in front, leading Longyangjun to circle around, Zhang Bushi behind, and carefully hanging behind Longyangjun.

When they arrived at Wuyang City, they saw a silver light breaking through the rainy night.

In the void turbulence, An Bochen did not kill the owner of the three islands of Longxiang Island. Instead, when the dragon picker ran out of oil and dried up, he appeared and took a heavy hit on the owner of the three islands of Longxiang Island, and then took the unconscious dragon picker to break through the void and turbulence.

The severely damaged owner of the three islands of Longxiang Island wants to return to the prince's mansion, or be found by the people of the prince's mansion. It will take at least three or four days. In these three or four days, Prince Yin does not know what has happened and will definitely be tied up.

An Bochen's biggest backhand is his hidden real strength.

Zhang Qi didn't know, and Prince Yin didn't know either. By the time they knew, An Bochen might have already fled with Sima Qin.

Outside the canyon of Wuyang City, the first Wang Feng caught a glimpse of An Bochen and suddenly stopped.

An Bochen threw the dragon picker caught in his armpits on the ground. The heavy rain hit the bamboo hat and flowed down the edge of the hat. An Bochen turned around and looked at the first Wang Feng.

The first Wang Feng was still as in the past, with a stiff face and staring at An Bochen coldly.

"Long time no see, Brother Wang Feng." An Bochen smiled and saw that Wang Feng was still indifferent. An Bochen said, "I thought Sima Jin had explained it clearly. It seems that Brother Wang Feng is still worried about An. If you don't wait for today's matter, I'll visit the Yueda shopkeeper."

The thought from the young man's meeting until now was broken by An Bochen. The first Wang Feng couldn't help blushing and staring at An Bochen fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense."

When the words fell, An Bochen laughed loudly. The first Wang Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. The little resentment between the two for more than a hundred years was dissipated with the wind and rain.

The rainy night was long, and a figure floated from a distance and slowly settled down.

The person who came is the second apprentice of the magician known as Mr. Kwai, Long Yangjun.

He has a good skin appearance, with red lips and white teeth, but for a man, he is too soft and handsome, and the smell of fat and powder is too heavy.

"You two, what are you talking about? Can you say it and let me have fun?"

Long Yangjun said with a smile, looking curiously at An Bochen in blue and hats. His eyes were soft and seemed to have a good impression.

As the head of the Kwai Dynasty, Long Yangjun discovered the first Wang Feng a long time ago.

A white-looking man with great cultivation, an obviously unusual little couple, unexpectedly came to the Kwai Dynasty to open an inn, and he didn't care about the quality of the business. How could Longyang Jun not see the tricks in it?

However, first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing did not make trouble, and the second did not publicize. There was a forbidden killing order first. Long Yangjun was not easy to do anything to them, so he could only stare at them.

Until today, the man finally walked out of the inn and went out of the city regardless of the rainy night. Long Yangjun was naturally extremely curious and followed the first Wang Feng to the valley outside Wuyang City.

The first Wang Feng looked at Long Yangjun coldly, with mockery at the corners of his mouth, as if he were looking at a dead man.

An Bochen smiled and didn't pay attention to this strange magician.

Through the sound of rain, An Bochen heard a sound of footsteps from the other side of Wuyang City, not Zhang Bushi, but Huang Tian's old man who came with Shi Weng and others.

The old man Huang Tian was so arrogant that he did not take action with the other five guests, but walked outside Wuyang City and waited for the good news.

At this time, he also noticed the strangeness. He was a real immortal. How could he not find the safe An Bochen?

However, this place is the Kwai Dynasty. The old man Huang Tian was also afraid and did not dare to kill with great fanfare. Instead, he walked slowly and obviously did not want to disturb the master of the Kwai Dynasty.

This only shows that there is also a real fairyland in the Kwai Dynasty.

An Bochen's heart is like a mirror, and the old man Huang Tian will also enter the game. The trip to the Kwai Dynasty will also be completed soon, with only one piece of charity left.

"This must be the new guest of the National Normal University who has become famous in recent days."

Long Yangjun was not angry or annoyed. He looked at An Bochen with a touching smile on his face: "Is it that the war between Zhang Qi and the prince has spread to my Kwai Dynasty?"

An Bochen really doesn't want to talk too much nonsense with a dying person. He nodded without saying anything and opened his eyes slightly.

A trace of viciousness flashed in Long Yangjun's eyes and dissipated in an instant. If Wang Feng and An Bochen had stood alone in front of him, he would have done it long ago. However, there are two people on the other side. One is the mysterious master who has been afraid of the Kui Dynasty, and the other is the new guest of the National Normal University. Although the battle on Long Street took place in Yinjing, Longyangjun, who has a lot of ears and eyes, doesn't know.

The night rain in winter is mixed with a trace of coolness. Those who practice to the level of Longyangjun and An Bochen are not afraid of the warmth of summer and the cold of winter.

But somehow, a trace of chill suddenly rose in Longyangjun's heart. There was no reason, but it was extremely real.

The vigilance flashed in Mei's eyes. Long Yangjun laughed and arched his hand towards An Bochen and the first Wang Feng: "You two seem to be finished. It's so good. Let's say goodbye. I won't send you off."

With that, Long Yangjun slowly turned around.

The heavy rain suddenly became sudden, cracking down on the trees in the valley. In the sound of wind and rain, a sound of footsteps sounded.

An Bochen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man who came out from the depths of the gray and rainy night.