True Immortal of the Netherworld

Xu Yang was lying on the bed in the room of "Cyclamen" inn, half asleep.

Sleeping soundly, dreaming of fairy tales.

At this time, Xu Yang was on the roof of the sleeping room.

The black-faced man squatted on a corner of the roof of the "Cyclamen" Inn. Under his feet were neatly arranged tiles. He was like a mouse that was afraid of the light and didn't dare to make a sound.

Sneaky, rats come at night.

Outside the main entrance of the Cyclamen Inn is an empty street, which is straight and dimly lit.

At this time, one end of the street suddenly lit up.

Four night watchmen appeared from one end of the street, each holding a guiding lantern in their left hands. As the night deepens, the brightness of the guiding lanterns becomes even more apparent. From a distance, it looks like four luminous gems floating in the dark river.

Not long after, the four night watchmen arrived opposite the door of the Cyclamen Inn.

The black-faced man on the roof quickly retracted his body and lay directly on the roof. Half of his face was pressed against the tiles on the roof, and the coldness brought by the tiles could not cool down his nervous body.

He heard his own heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump, a heart pulse is like an uneasy stone.

If a knife were cut on his vest right now, his heart would definitely jump out and leap high.

The heart is red? Or is it green? Or is it black?

When a lump pops out, whether its water head is sufficient, whether the meat is transparent, whether there is a feeling of ice inside, whether the meat is old and fine...

With one knife cut, will it rise or fall?

A strange thought suddenly occurred in the mind of the black-faced man, and his heart beat out and turned into an emerald green color, green crystal clear, green transparent, and green enchanting.

As Xu Yang said before, "The so-called imperial star green is the king among the green emeralds. There is not one among millions of rough stones. The posture of the emperor, the state of the king star, the creation of heaven and earth, the most beautiful jade. Most people I’ll never have the chance to see it once in my life.”

The black-faced man was fascinated and deeply trapped in it.

At this time, the dark-faced man's ear heard the secret voice of the golden-eyed leopard: "You black dog, don't be distracted, keep an eye on me."

The black-faced man calmed down.

He quickly stretched out four fingers under the eaves and shook them slightly, signaling to the golden-eyed leopard standing against the wall that four night watchmen were coming and were already on the street on the other side of the house.

Perhaps he was too nervous. When the black-faced man retracted his gesture, he accidentally knocked off a roof tile.

There was a slight clicking sound.

The piece of gray tile emerged from the many neat tiles and was in the air at once. But it is not a bird. It has no wings and can only fall. The result should be that he was shattered into pieces with a bang.

The golden-eyed leopard's cultivation was one level higher than that of the black-faced man. With his cultivation at the True Alchemy Realm, he immediately discovered the fallen tile.

A sharp golden light flashed across the golden pupil of his left eye, and he immediately locked onto the trajectory of the falling tile, and made a quick judgment.

Take it with your hands, out of reach. If you jump out, you will be easily discovered by people in the inn.

The golden-eyed leopard's eyes widened, and he stretched out his right leg with all his strength, and his toes were as straight as a sword blade. His body was still pressed against the wall, his thighs and calves were in a straight line.

The fallen tile was just held on his outstretched toes. The tiles swayed left and right, like children playing on a seesaw, but they did not fall.

The golden-eyed leopard broke out in a cold sweat. He slowly bent his legs, retracted his toes, and held the disobedient tile tightly in his hand. He cursed through the sound: "Black dog, you are shitting." ? You want me to wipe your ass?"

Although the tiles did not fall directly to the ground, they still made a slight sound, which seemed abrupt in the quiet night.

The four night watchmen on the street all have cultivation levels above the Peiyuan realm. Their hearing is many times greater than that of ordinary mortals, and even the smallest sound within ten feet cannot escape their ears.

"What's that sound?"

The four night watchmen stopped. Their right hands were all on the hilts of the swords at their waists. The knife was not unsheathed, but it seemed as if it was about to be drawn out at any time to cut something.

"It's the Cyclamen Inn." One of them looked up and saw the plaque at the door of the inn.

"There are so many things going on in this temporary city. A few days ago, there were people making trouble and fighting in the Cyclamen Inn."

"It is said that they are fighting for a pill that is used to break through to the Peiyuan realm."

"Three people died, and the remaining one ran away with the pill."

"Would you like to go take a look on the roof? It seemed like the sound was coming from there just now."

"Who's going?"

"I was the one who patrolled the rooftops last time. Don't look at me this time."

"It's your turn, Third Brother."

"I'm as fat as a ball. I can jump on it without crushing the whole roof."

"Fourth brother, you are the thinnest, so you should go up and have a look."

"I had a bad stomach tonight and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"No one is lazy, the four of us will jump up together and have a look."

The four people spoke in neither loud nor quiet voices.

The black-faced man on the roof heard clearly, and he could even imagine the appearance of the four night watchmen.

"These four guys were seen on this street a few days ago. One old and three young, including a fat man and a thin man. They all have knives on their bodies, hanging on their waists. At this moment, their hands It must be tightly held on the handle of the knife. If the four of them jumped up and drew the knife, wouldn't I be cut..."

cut! Horrible words.

sweat! My clothes were soaked.

The black-faced man knew that he was no match for these four night watchmen. Although these four night watchmen were not much higher than him in cultivation, they usually made a living by arresting people. He is ruthless in killing people and is a powerful character among monks of the same level.

The black-faced man was so frightened that he could not move at all.

At this moment, he felt like he was a piece of rough stone placed on the stall that had not yet been peeled and cut. It was already valued by the stone guessing buyers and was ready to be stabbed at any time.

But tonight, there must be a lot of knives, and the result must be death.

"Meow——", the black-faced man imitated a cat's meow in desperation.

Before the black-faced man entered the world of cultivation, he had a cat at home. The black short-haired one is named Black Bun. The black mantou and the black-faced man are both black, thin and black, because both he and it often don't have enough to eat.

He is playmates with the kitten Black Bun, and he meows like a kitten on weekdays. The two have a lot of fun communicating and playing.

Only when you are poor and happy can you be pure.

Until one day, the black-faced man had enough of a life without enough food, and he decided to try his luck in the world of cultivation.

Jianghu is so good.

From now on, the black-faced man can eat white flour steamed buns or white rice every day, but he has to pay more.

Once he took on the job of delivering letters.

He traveled three hundred miles to deliver messages, climbed eight mountains, and crossed five rivers. On May 20th, a mysterious letter was handed into the hands of the recipient.

The recipient of the letter is a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She has two pigtails and a yellow skirt. She has delicate features and is the type that men with black faces like.

The little girl with pigtails couldn't wait to open the secret letter, ignoring the dark-faced man beside her, her face beaming with joy and cheering.

The black-faced man couldn't help but take a sneak peek. There were only four words written on the letter, "I'll be there in the evening", and a red heart was drawn next to it.

"Girl, where are the spiritual stones that you haven't given to deliver the letter yet? As promised, it will be paid on delivery." The dark-faced man's inappropriate words interrupted the braided girl's joy.

The black-faced man accepted a medium-grade spiritual stone from the braided girl, turned around and left with an expressionless expression. Somehow, this was the first time that he couldn't be happy after receiving the spirit stone.

Before he had gone far, he vaguely heard the maid next to the braided girl behind him whisper, "Miss, look, this black man delivering the message looks like a black dog on our street."

Single dog!

From then on, every year on May 20th, black-faced men would sleep with their faces covered with quilts for the entire day. Just think that this day is missing for a year, and I am quite happy.

Another time, the black-faced man collected ten middle-grade spiritual stones and took over the job of fighting for others.

In the nameless bamboo forest, the black-faced man was fighting with that person.

He chopped off one of the man's legs and was stabbed on his own arm, leaving a big scar to this day. If he hadn't been treated early and luckily left his arm, his current nickname would have been "One-Armed Wolf" instead of the "Black Dog" who was not domineering at all and was even a little cowardly.

Another time, a black-faced man took over

In order to find the escaped eighth concubine for the old man of a big cultivating family.

The old man is one hundred and two years old, and the eighth aunt who ran away is twenty-two years old. There is an eighty-year age difference between the two. The black-faced man calculated it carefully after receiving this job.

This kind of transaction involves the employer's privacy and the content is not easy to be disclosed. The reward is high and there is mostly no risk.

The black-faced man chased her eight hundred miles away, using both soft and hard tactics, and captured the eighth concubine in an inn.

As a result, the black-faced man fell into the Eight Aunt's beauty trap.

I don’t remember the name of the inn, I just remember that day, he and his eighth aunt twisted around, and the inn bed made a loud noise all night long.

It was daybreak, and my eighth aunt was gone.

But the black-faced man lay stretched out on the bed of the inn for a whole day, his whole body was limp, like a noodle fish out of water. He finally knew why the old man wanted to pay a high price of 20 high-grade spiritual stones to recover this girl.

It’s worth the price, so damn worth it.

This is the world of rivers and lakes. Swim, swim, turn the river upside down, climax one after another...

That year, the black-faced man was just twenty-two years old. Although this mission failed, it was unforgettable for the black-faced man. He would tell this out loud every time he drank too much at the wine table and started bragging.

He finally became a charlatan and lost the little black cat called "Black Bun".

To this day, the black-faced man still remembers the moment he left home, when he gave Wu Laoer's kitten "Black Bun" to him next door.

The kitten "Black Bun" was caught in Wu Laoer's arms. The little guy was scratching his paws, wagging his slender tail, and meowing at the black-faced man who was walking away.

"How can a real hero take a cat on the road? Wouldn't he be laughed at?" The black-faced man vowed and left home.

At that moment, there was a glint in the corner of his eye, and he lost his cat.

That year, the black-faced man was eighteen years old.

...

At night, on the roof of the Cyclamen Inn.

Past events flashed back and forth in the black-faced man's mind. He learned this cat meow so vividly, as if at that moment he turned into the kitten "Black Bun". If he had a tail, he would definitely wag it.

The four people on the street did not jump onto the roof, nor did they take out the sharp knives in their sheaths. Instead, they walked away side by side with the guiding lights on.

"It's a cat."

"There are a lot of rats on this street, so it's normal to have a cat."

"It will be dawn in another hour."

"Have a good sleep during the day, and you can have a day off tomorrow. After receiving the pay for the night watch, the four of us can also find a place to have a drink."

"It's a good day when there are no thieves in the world."

These four night watchmen are all veterans. If you can scare the thief away, you will never use the knife. Their hands are always on the hilts of their knives to show the thieves.

Because they know that there are endless thieves in this world, but they only have one life. If there were really no thieves in the world, their livelihood would also be gone.

Maybe there are no thieves in the world, and thieves are all in people's hearts.

...

The black-faced man lying on the roof quietly raised his head and watched the four night watchmen go away until their backs turned out of the street and the whole street became dark again.

The black-faced man made a thumbs-up gesture towards the eaves, and said through the voice: "Master Jin, those four night watchmen have gone far. According to the previous rules, there will be no traffic on this street until dawn. Another night watchman appears."

The golden-eyed leopard, who had been standing close to the wall, exhaled after hearing this. He spread out his hands, and the piece of tile in his hand had already been crushed to pieces by his profound strength, floating around without making a sound.

Golden-Eyed Leopard sent a message: "Black Dog, you can just keep an eye on the roof. Leave the one in the room to me."

"Master Jin, it all depends on you."

The golden-eyed leopard clung to the wall, moving sideways like a dexterous spider, and arrived under the window of Xu Yang's room in a few clicks.

He first licked the window paper with his tongue, then pricked the wet spot with his fingers, and finally peeked into the room with his golden pupil. The movements were skillful and made no sound.

Xu Yang was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Cyclones dream of coming.