New White Snake Asking Immortals

The martial arts field became the Asura Purgatory.

The family guards who survived the sweat had not had time to breathe again. Three people suddenly fell from the sky. They smashed the slate three times and coughed blood on the ground. If I remember correctly, they were the three ancestors...

Once again, a slender figure fell, and the ground cracked with a bang!

The surviving people on the scene looked at the three legendary Jindan masters on the ground in horror. There were two less. Before the fierce battle to encircle and suppress the puppet, no one noticed whether the body fell from the sky.

Bai Yu was very disappointed, that Nascent Soul cultivator was not in Biancheng. It was a pity that a perfectly planned robbery and blackmail was no longer perfect because of his absence, so he could only use his life to comfort himself.

Unscrupulously, he took the storage bags and valuable treasures from the three of them, and the harvest was slightly good. He remembered the deal with Ren Zhuo expressionlessly and pressed the tip of the knife against one of them's throat.

"Cough cough...no grudges...why?"

"I am a trader, someone bought your life, did you ever think about having no grudges and no grudges when you planned the lives of others?"

When you have the upper hand, you are unreasonable. When you face death after failure, you suddenly remember to be reasonable. After years of hard work and hard work, no one wants to die. The three begged bitterly.

Ren Zhuo suddenly spoke.

"Sir, forget it, enough people have been killed."

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment. Could it be that this kid suddenly had an epiphany and saw the blood and blood in the rivers and lakes?

"Are you sure you will let them go? Maybe they will kill you tomorrow. Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. I advise you to think about it again."

After a little thought, Ren Zhuo was disheartened.

"When will the killing come to an end, I just want to get back what my father left me."

Shrugged, it doesn't matter.

"You three get up, let's go, and go to the Ren's old house."

These three are still useful, at least they have a lot of convenience in doing things in the city. Bai Yu is very interested in what relics Ren Canghai left behind. It is not the kind of occupancy but pure curiosity. Mystery, I always feel embarrassed if I don't take a look at it, so I can just take a look at what kind of treasure it is before I leave.

After a **** battle, the exhausted group walked towards the desolate Ren family's old house.

In just a few hours, the situation in Liang Guo has changed and the future is uncertain, and people on the street are still living their small lives, unaware of the impending turmoil...

The group was dead, only a certain Jiaofeng was light and cloudless, and suddenly remembered the matter of the Yuan Ying cultivator.

"By the way, where is your Nascent Soul realm boss? I'm very disappointed that I didn't see anyone wasting time for a long time."

The three of them twitched their cheeks and scolded inwardly that it was shameless to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

"Senior back, Senior Zhang has something to do and I don't know when to come back."

"Pity."

"..."

The atmosphere was dull, and the three unlucky **** sighed inwardly. All the good calculations were lost in the end, and they were worried that they would be killed by this strange female cultivator whom they had never heard of before.

Ren Zhuo was thinking about what his father would leave him, the exercises? Cheats? Or maybe it's a top-grade medicine pill or a top-grade magic weapon, the familiar house is getting closer and closer, and while walking, I recall the gradually blurred voices and smiles of my parents...

Walking into the Ren family's old house, there are overgrown cats and dogs running around in depression.

At the beginning, because the treasure left by Ren Canghai for his only son was not found, no one disturbed the house, and everything was the same. It was also because of this rumor that Ren Zhuo lived to this day.

Ren Zhuo looked at Bai Yu, who nodded to show that it was okay.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Zhuo put down his head knife, walked step by step to the door of the dilapidated hall, followed his memory and found a somewhat damaged stone stair under the gaze of everyone.

"Top nine."

Count seven tiles forward from the broken stone steps and stand.

"Sixth from the left."

"Top eight... tenth from the right."

The floor tiles were not placed according to the standard specifications, and they looked messy. In the end, I stood in front of an ordinary floor tile and bent over to pry it open. A heavy box was pulled out from the floor tile. When I opened it, I found it was full of gold bars and a long delicate jade. box.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the jade box, and the expressions of greed and unwillingness changed on their faces.

The jade box was opened, and inside was a... picture scroll.

Ren Zhuo slowly opened the scroll with trembling hands. It was neither a meridian map nor a treasure map. There was a couple and a child in the painting. The man was majestic and smiling, and the woman was small and virtuous. Her eyes were soft as she watched the child stumble. Learning to walk, a family of three is enjoying themselves in the garden. The painter is skilled in painting the expressions of the characters in place. Seeing the picture scroll seems to be able to feel the joy of family relationship.

It's just a family portrait painting. Perhaps the most precious thing in the eyes of others is that the practice method is the medicine pill and the magic weapon, but in Ren Zhuo's eyes, it is a priceless treasure. There is his family in the painting...

In addition to this, there is a letter.

The letter did not write anything like treasures, medicines, medicines, or magic weapons. It was just a precautionary measure. The letter instructed that if there is an accident in the future, remember not to take revenge, take the gold and picture scrolls away, and never come back again~www.wuxiamtl.com~ here A box of gold is enough to make Ren Zhuo a wealthy man for the rest of his life.

Bai Yu took a high look at Ren Canghai. In this age of madness for profit, it is rare to have such an idea. It may be very unpromising, but he has humanity and remembers that he is a person.

"Father...Mother...Uuuu..."

Ren Zhuo held the scroll in his hand and wept so hard that he was so hoarse...

Bai Yu shook his head, these people tried their best to get the so-called treasure left behind, but it was ironic that they found that the treasure was just a piece of paper with no use.

Ren Zhuo knelt down and cried bitterly, crying with grief and grief.

The three seriously injured Jindan cultivators didn't know what to say, but after so many years of planning, they ended up like this. They didn't know whether to scold Ren Canghai for being too poor or too stupid. A broken painting or a box of gold could be regarded as a treasure.

The sword fell, and the three fell to their death in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of leaving enemies for myself, so I don't give it away."

After wiping off the blood and returning the knife to its sheath, the contract has been reached, and there is no longer any connection with Ren Zhuo. Since then, they have gone their separate ways.

Ren Zhuo carefully put away the scroll and held it in his arms, silent.

"Boy, I will give you an extra gift for the sake of the success of the sale."

He grabbed Ren Zhuo and the box of gold into the air, swept past the house and the city wall and went straight to the northwest, without looking at the chaotic Biancheng behind him and disappearing into the sky.

He flew far and far to find a peaceful town and put Ren Zhuo down.

"Take care of yourself."

After saying goodbye, he got up in the air and continued to fly to the northwest. While flying, he was looking for something at a low altitude. Soon he found a galloping figure on the desolate ancient road.

"Drive~!"

It is rare to see such a real horse in the world.

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