Chapter 166: It is a blessing or not, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided

The Blood Knife Patriarch seemed to be intentional. He first reached out to her head and pulled one of her head. Shui Sheng felt a little painful and shouted, "What are you doing?" The Blood Knife Patriarch ignored her and left it on the back of the horse that Fang Jie was riding. Then he placed the head on the tip of her nose and ran quickly.

At that time, Shui Sheng curled up and lay horizontally on the horse in front of Fang Jie. When the ancestor of Blood Knife put his head on his nose, he felt a little numb and itchy. He was about to open his mouth and exhale and blow his head away, but the ancestor of Blood Knife shouted, "Don't move, see clearly!" He turned his horse's head, ran back, and the two horses intersected and passed by.

Shui Sheng only felt the red light flashing in front of his eyes, and a slight coolness on his nose. Then he felt that the head placed on his nose was gone. The ancestor of Blood Knife stretched over the blood Knife, but saw that the head was flat on the blade, and the ancestor of Blood Knife bald head. This soft and long thing was originally a thing of Shui Sheng and could no longer be faked.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jie and Shui Sheng were both impressed, but Fang Jie was flattering, while Shui Sheng sighed in his heart, but he did not reveal it on his face.

The old ancestor of Blood Knife turned his horse's head, rode with Fang Jie, and said, "As for the shaving, it is to use a piece of tofu to be placed on the wooden board, and thin it with one knife. It is necessary to cut a piece of tofu two inches thick into twenty pieces, and each piece is not broken intact. This move will be considered a preliminary achievement."

Fang Jie couldn't help but say, "That's just a preliminary achievement?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor said: "Of course! Do you think it's hard to stand firmly and peel tofu, or do you rush to rush to the tip of the girl'er's nose? Hahahaha!"

Fang Jie is not a person who is good at flattering, or he can flatter, but he is unwilling to do such a thing. But after hearing what the Blood Sword Ancestor said, he was sincerely amazed when he saw that the other party's sword technique was so wonderful. He always felt that he should express something. After thinking for a long time, he didn't squeeze out a word. In a hurry, his eyes turned, and he had to borrow a flattering sentence from Di Yun: "The master is born with great ability. It is not something that ordinary people can do. As long as the disciples practice one-tenth of the master, they will be satisfied!"

"This flattery can be considered as the original owner..." After filming this sentence, Fang Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when the kind and honest Di Yun said this, he finally squeezed it out. Although Fang Jie and Di Yun had completely different personalities, they admired the master of Blood Sword's superb sword skills, so this was not a flattery. In fact, Fang Jie was inspired by Fang Jie, because this was what he was like, a martial arts waste.

The Blood Knife Ancestor said, "Although you have poor qualifications, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can learn this skill. Okay, come and try it!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled out one of Shui Sheng and placed it on the tip of her nose.

Shui Sheng was shocked. He blew his head away in one breath and shouted, "This little monk can't do anything, how can he let him try it?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor said, "If you don't practice kung fu, you won't do it once, if you don't do it again, if you don't do it twice, you will practice him ten or eight times!" As he said, he pulled out one more head and put it on the tip of her nose. The other party smiled and said, "You try it!"

Fang Jie glanced at Shui Sheng who was lying in front of her. Seeing that her face was full of resentment and anger, but her eyes finally showed a look of fear.

"Just a beautiful beauty, just a NPC. Killing her by mistake can be considered a contribution. It is better to die than to be raped..."

If he was outside the copy, Fang Jie might have slashed it without hesitation, but the "an alien world" environment in this copy always made him feel a little nervous. He secretly reminded himself, and he raised his sword to slash it, but he heard the Blood Knife Ancestor say on the side: "The waist is strong, and the shoulders are connected to the arms, the arms must be weak, and the wrists must be weak!"

Fang Jie understood the truth. Although these key points were different from when he was chopping firewood before, the principles were the same. He immediately raised his sword and slashed it from top to bottom, and slashed it down from Shui Sheng's nose. But when he was halfway through the ground, he could only hear the sound of horse hooves. Dozens of people chased him from afar. Someone shouted: "Blood Sword Monk, put down my daughter, let's stop, otherwise you will escape to the horizon, and I will chase you to the horizon. Damn*"

It sounded like the horse hooves, but the call was clear. Fang Jie's movements slowed down and he couldn't cut it anyway, because the person who called was Shui Dai. He didn't want to kill his daughter in front of him, and would anger the other party at that time. It would probably not be difficult to kill him with Shui Dai's martial arts.

At this moment, the four people heard the voices of each other shouting in unison: "Falling flowers and flowing water----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Blood Knife Ancestor frowned and cursed: "The dog thieves in the Central Plains are so many stinky Zhang Zhi!"

Shui Dai said again: "No matter how strong your martial arts are, you will definitely not be able to compete with our Nansi Qi, fallen flowers and flowing waters, and you will put down my daughter, and the real man will speak like a mountain, and you will no longer chase you."

After hearing what Shui Dai said, Fang Jie, who is familiar with the original work, knew that this person was right. Although the Blood Sword Ancestor is very good at martial arts and is naturally sure to win one-on-one, if the two join forces, he will lose more than he wins and have to escape. If the three join forces, the Blood Sword Ancestor will definitely be defeated, and he is afraid that he will not be able to escape.

The Blood Sword Ancestor naturally thought so, otherwise he would not have escaped before. Now seeing the four people chasing me, he didn't care about teaching sword skills. He immediately shouted and rode his horse to continue running west again. However, the heroes of Shui Dai chased him and continued to rush to the west. After a few days, they chased from Hubei to Sichuan.

This pursuit lasted and followed was nearly twenty days in the blink of an eye. The Blood Sword Ancestor turned into the fork road several times, trying to leave the chaser behind. But one of the heroes was a horse thief from Kanto and was good at tracking. No matter how the Blood Sword Ancestor turned around, he could always track and chase him.

But as a result, the group of people became more and more remote and had already entered the mountains and ridges in western Sichuan. All the heroes knew that the Blood Sword Ancestor wanted to escape back to his hometown in Tibet. Once he arrived at his lair, there were already many monks in the Blood Sword Sect. In addition, the traitors and friends were lewd and powerful. When they fought with the Central Plains heroes, there were no more powerful people, and it was hard to say whether they would win or lose.

Although Fang Jie, who was determined to stay in Jingzhou to bury Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua together, was extremely reluctant, but now he had no choice but to escape with the Blood Sword Ancestor. Ding Dian's body may have been poisoned by Jin Boxun flower poisoning and did not rot for several days, which made Fang Jie depressed and a little comforted.

What made Fang Jie feel a little confused was that he stayed in this copy for almost a month, but did not receive any text messages from anyone, as if he was completely isolated from the "world". However, Fang Jie was occasionally confused for the first two days, but after more than ten days, he lost that thought. Especially after staying with two extremely humanized NPCs for a long time, Fang Jie felt that this was the real world and he gradually integrated into this environment.

At that time, he had reached the border of Xichuan, and even headed west to the border of Tibet. It was the Daxue Mountains. Fang Jie was shocked and felt strange. He thought that he had actually walked from Hubei to the Blood Knife Gate on the border of Tibet. The 25,000-mile Long March was probably not as far away as he had.

After almost entering the familiar and unfamiliar canyon, he saw the terrain high, snowy and snow everywhere, the road slippery, and the cold wind was bone-bone. If he was "outside", Fang Jie would only reduce 1 point of qi and blood every second at most. At this time, he really felt the altitude sickness. If Fang Jie, who had not had a lot of internal skills during rest for several days, kept meditating and practicing the upper limit of internal energy, he would probably have difficulty breathing.

Seeing that it was about to enter the canyon, Fang Jie always felt something was wrong. Suddenly, he thought that after the Blood Sword Ancestor and the pursuers in the original work entered the valley, they had a major avalanche for no reason. This natural disaster was naturally powerless to resist, and as a result, they trapped a group of people inside. I don’t know if he followed the Blood Sword Ancestor, would this avalanche have abducted?

"It's very likely..." In recent days, Fang Jie analyzed this main task thoroughly in his spare time. Now from beginning to end, he has fallen into a game, a game set by the game system according to the original plot. Although his performance occasionally violates the normal plot, the game system can always correct it.

Of course, unless Fang Jie doesn't want to complete this task, dies, and deliberately can't fight with himself, the game system will be broken. However, if this game is broken, his main task will fail, and he and the game system will be both defeated. With Fang Jie's real personality, considering gains and losses, he naturally does not want to deliberately go against the game system. Besides, he has gained a lot of benefits now, which is a matter of mutual benefit.

But now he knew that after entering the canyon in front of him, the game system would arrange a big avalanche, and he felt a little nervous, because no matter how he looked at it, although the game system could arrange a big avalanche, it was impossible to control the avalanche to deliberately walk around him. Maybe this time it was a test for him. If he couldn't pass this level, he would definitely be buried alive and there would be no other result.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie couldn't help but remind the ancestor of Blood Sword: "Master, can we go around this canyon?"

"Where are you going?" The Blood Sword Ancestor didn't know Fang Jie's thoughts, and laughed: "It's a little cold in the canyon, but you don't know anything about it. As long as you pass through this valley, it will be the base of this sect, and there is only this path to go. If the people behind you dare to follow him again, hehehe, they will definitely be back!"

"But, but..." Fang Jie hesitated for a long time, pointed to the Daxue Mountain, and told the truth: "I am afraid that there will be an avalanche on it when I enter!"

"Fart!" The Blood Knife Ancestor immediately said angrily: "Since the establishment of my Blood Knife Sect, there has never been an avalanche here. Are you cursing that the Blood Knife Sect will be destroyed soon? Stop talking nonsense. If you didn't see your diligence in practicing martial arts for a while, I will definitely take you to sacrifice your sword! Don't be slow, get on the road quickly!"

"It's a blessing, it's not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided..." Seeing the blood sword ancestor with a fierce look on his face, Fang Jie sighed quietly, not daring to say anything anymore, thinking that instead of angering the blood sword ancestor, it's better to go in to death, maybe there's still a way out...
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