"A sneeze!"

"Sneeze...ah sneeze!"

"A sneeze, sneeze——"

"Oh my god, sneeze!"

Xu Xiaoshou sneezed so hard that his nose was full of mucus. He touched his sore nose bones and rubbed them desperately, "God damn it, why do so many people miss me?"

"Being worried, passive value, +2."

"Received snickering, passive value, +1."

"Come again...Xu Xiaoshou, are you really okay?" Mu Zixi wrinkled her nose and handed over the handkerchief.

In the past half month, she had used up a lifetime of handkerchiefs.

The reason is that Xu Xiaoshou will start to sneeze from time to time.

Everyone felt fine at first, maybe even a master would catch a cold, right?

Later, after it happened too many times, everyone realized something was wrong.

"On a whim?"

Xin Gugu smiled heartlessly, put a hand on Xu Xiaoshou's shoulder, and said happily:

"Your explanation is a bit far-fetched, isn't it? How can anyone have such a whim?"

"You can also use the number of sneezes to count the number of people who miss you... Haha, how big of a country is this, how many people miss you?"

"I can't say for sure." Xu Xiaoshou was unable to explain, waved his hand and looked at Mo Mo: "How much?"

"Seven six two."

"well."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed.

More than seven hundred times...

Others may not believe it.

But this is a side effect of "perception", which he has personally verified many times.

How could his master body really catch a cold?

With the embers shining and the white flames still there, the heat is still about the same.

More than seven hundred sneezes really mean that even if no one recognizes me along the way, it is estimated that those who want to capture the Saint Slave and have an impression of me are already starting to take action.

"More than seven hundred white clothes?"

Xu Xiaoshou laughed at himself, that was the number that the Eight Masters could kill with one sword. How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, be so virtuous and capable that he should be treated like this?

The only good thing is that these whims are just sneezes.

According to the past situation, as long as you use some tricks, you can trap and kill the existence.

If it's like last time...

Xu Xiaoshou now feels terrified when he thinks back to that arrow of loving the common people.

Just locking it in made me, who was far away from the two realms, crack all over and start bleeding.

If this situation really happened again, there would be no old man Sang by his side.

At most, that means you can only replace someone else...

"What do you see me doing?"

Xin Gugu was frightened by Xu Xiaoshou's thoughtful eyes.

He felt that this guy was staring at him like this for no reason, and it must be up to him!

"Being feared, passive value, +1."

"Being cursed, passive value, +1."

"Let's go, it shouldn't be far."

Xu Xiaoshou curled his lips, said nothing, and continued walking towards the East Heavenly King City with the three people behind him.

In the past half month, their journey was really too long, so long that Xu Xiaoshou himself had trouble remembering the mileage.

Because he had two demonic beasts behind him and had the status of a holy slave, Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to use the teleportation array at all.

Although walking forward is a bit slow.

However, the four of them had good cultivation, and there were no accidents among them. There were many more accidents for others, but they did not interfere with their own affairs.

After many twists and turns, we are almost reaching our destination.

In the middle of this, Xu Xiaoshou finally got to see the customs and customs of this continent other than the Spiritual Palace.

It is true that there are very few spiritual refiners.

Xu Xiaoshou was so young that he had to admit that he had verified a truth at that time: only spiritual refiners can provide passive values, ordinary people really can't!

After giving up, he deliberately went to two places.

One is Tiansang City, the Su family, a sword-wielding family that was once famous in the city of Snow.

There, Xu Xiaoshou met Su Qianqian and also met with the senior officials of the Su family.

It has to be said that this is the only family he has ever seen that truly has the nature of a swordsman.

In that place, he felt the pure bearing of a swordsman, which was very similar to the attitude of the Eight Masters after he straightened his chest and raised his head.

Xu Xiaoshou never asked the questions buried deep in his heart.

But just like that, he knew that Ba Zunzhen had never deceived him.

It turns out that there are really people in this world who are proud to die under the Eighth Sword Immortal Sword.

those people……

Xu Xiaoshou didn't think it was very understandable at first.

But after the White Cave incident, it suddenly seemed understandable.

Regarding the answer he got, Xu Xiaoshou was noncommittal.

All in all, if it were him, he wouldn't make a choice like the one made by the Su family.

No matter what happens, he will still have to fight to the death to cut off a piece of flesh from the person holding the sword.

This is Xu Xiaoshou!

At the second stop, he went to Qinglong County.

The second legend of Sang Lao was born here, and he also went to observe the scene of the Battle of Taixu.

There is a raging sword intent and an aura of burning...

But the building was deserted, except for those who paid homage to him like himself, leaving only an empty shell in Qinglong County.

Not staying long, Xu Xiaoshou moved forward again.

He never returned to Tiansang Ling Palace.

Perhaps the dean and Elder Qiao have secrets that belong to A Jie.

But Sang Lao has left, and he has lost the person who can help him solve his doubts.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't feel that he would be able to get the answers he wanted when he returned.

More will bring disaster to the spiritual palace.

Saying goodbye without saying goodbye is sometimes the best thing to do.

Although there are regrets, life becomes more complete because of imperfections. Setting sail again is the best respect for yourself and others.

…

"arrive!"

A few days flew by.

As more and more people walked together, the end of the official road finally no longer looked like clouds and mountains, but a majestic city.

The thick city wall, which is more than ten feet high and made of bluestone and square bricks, cuts off the sky that can be seen with the naked eye. It is vast and majestic.

The majestic Chongxuan Tiangang City Gate has a tiger-headed lion as the door clasp. Even though it has mottled traces of time, it is full of ominous aura as far as the eye can see, making people dare not take a second look at it.

There are a group of white-clothed guards outside the door, all of whom are innately powerful.

The guard captain squatting on the side holding grass in his mouth, with a pair of eagle eyes constantly scanning for people entering the city, was a throne cultivator, and was dressed in white clothes, which was fundamentally different from ordinary white-clothed guards.

On his badge, there is a temple and a white sword engraved on it.

"White clothes!"

Xu Xiaoshou understood that this was the real Bai Yi, one of the two major ruling organizations affiliated with the Holy Temple. He had been tricked and deceived by him, but when he saw him again, he still had unreasonable heart palpitations.
To be continued...