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When Murong Bai woke up, the sun was just setting.

He was lying in a field, and it was the season when the crops were luxuriant. The evening wind blew, bringing with it the sound of the heavy rice rustling, and Murong Bai felt extremely peaceful listening to it.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, everything was unreal.He clearly remembered the pain of Wan Jian piercing his heart, and the endless darkness afterwards.

But the fact now is that he is still alive, and the reason is still unclear for the time being.

His hair is disheveled now, his original pure white clothes are already dirty and tattered, and the pain caused by the injuries on his body is real, but he feels unprecedentedly relaxed. What he kept awake and guarded against all the time seemed to have disappeared.

He opened his eyes, and the clouds rendered by the setting sun floated above him and came into his eyes. He took a breath, and then stood up slowly enduring the pain.

He knows where this is, and he is very familiar with every inch of the land here. This is the highest farmland outside Stone Niu Town, and few people usually come here.His first reaction was to go back and see if the villagers were safe after he left.

Habits are really hard things to change.Murong Bai thought to himself mockingly.

He stood on a high place and looked down. The entire Shiniu Town was built around a huge gossip shape. At the foot of the mountain were the villagers whom he had protected countless times, and there were people he missed. Everyone was working hard and living and working in peace and contentment. .There was a lot of laughter and laughter, and there was a lot of prosperity.

It was the same prosperous scene without him, Murong Bai, as if he had never existed.

The guarding monsters are gone, and there is no threat in the village anymore, Murong Bai thought, it's time for him to leave the village and live his own life.

Being given the surname Murong since he was born, it is doomed that his life has never been controlled by himself. The practice and sealing of demons day after day, year after year are like mechanical movements. He has never Thinking about, one day, when he is no longer that Murong Bai, what should he do, what can he do.

He became confused.

Murong Bai still chose to take his saber, and left Shiniu Town with nothing else to start his travels.

A year of stop and go, I have seen and heard a lot, and I often help people eliminate demons and kill demons on the road.No one knows what his name is, but a handsome young man in white clothes holds a white sword, taciturn, has a strange personality and never deals with people.

He gradually became famous in the villages and towns he passed along the way, and many people offered olive branches everywhere he passed, but he still didn't know what he wanted.

Murong Bai chose to continue walking down, and then came to Qinchuan.

The first day I arrived in Qinchuan, the weather was fine, blue and cloudless.Qinchuan is the most affluent town in a hundred li radius, with bustling commerce, mansions everywhere, and buzzing with people.

Murong Bai just wanted to walk into an inn where he was staying, when there was a loud noise from a distance, and the sound of stalls being destroyed along the way was getting closer.

"Ahhhhhhh, get out of the way, I can't stop! Get out of the way!" Murong Baixun raised his head in a hasty voice, and saw a light blue figure stepping on a washboard, using a spell to get off the ground. It rises to a height of about one meter.But obviously he failed to cultivate well, and lost control and ran around.

"Ah, get out of the way!!! Don't block my sword!!! I can't stop!!!" the young man shouted anxiously.Seeing that he was about to hit someone, Murong Bai quickly lightened his body forward, and pulled off the washboard under the young man's feet. The soaring young man couldn't stop his inertia, and fell forward on all fours on the ground heavily and flatly.

The young man lay there, humming and chirping for a while, covered his face and quickly got up, a harmless face with two lines of nosebleeds, his bruised nose and swollen face was a bit ridiculous, everyone gathered around him A circle seemed to be watching him make a joke, and he put his hands on his hips and forced his mouth to pretend he didn't care. He said fiercely, "What are you laughing at?"

Seeing that the person on the other side who was holding his "Yujian" prop was the culprit who killed him, he moved forward angrily, "Hmph! It's all your fault! I practiced Yujian well just now, if you don't touch me , I wouldn’t fall like this.” While speaking, pointing to his bruised face, the young man’s voice was very clear, although he was speaking fierce words, he still sounded very well-behaved.

Murong Bai handed him back his washboard, and asked, "Is this a sword?"

The crowd of onlookers laughed, and the youth in blue quickly took the washboard and hugged it, and said to the crowd, "What are you laughing at, get out!"

Murong Bai saw that the other party was fine, and he didn't want to continue talking, so he was about to turn around and leave.

"Hey, don't go!" The blue-clothed youth stopped Murong Bai, stood in front of Murong Bai, blinked his curious eyes, sized him up undisguisedly, and looked at the sword in his hand as if he was confirming something. Then he opened his mouth and said: "Lan Sheng in the lower part, I don't know your brother, your name?"

Murong Bai looked at the stranger in front of him, and before he had time to speak, the young man named Fang Lansheng pointed at his face and exclaimed in surprise: "I, I know you! Are you, are you that famous man?" Hero in white!"

"I'm not." Murong Bai replied flatly.

"You are what you are!" Fang Lansheng took out a white cloth from his body while talking. On the white cloth was a portrait of a man. The man was tall and straight, with white clothes fluttering and a white sword coming out of his body. He was full of righteousness and strength of character.

Fang Lansheng was even more excited after comparing the portraits. He admired him with shining eyes, "It's really you, the hero in white! Thank you for your rescue just now, and you don't know that I have been waiting for you for a long time, I heard I told you a lot about you. I heard that you are traveling around now, and I was thinking about when you will come to our town. If you don’t come again, I want to find you. I didn’t expect that today is such a coincidence!” Fang Lansheng was completely displeased. Concerned about whether the other party can understand, he poured out all the words he wanted to say, "Hero, accept me as your apprentice! I want to learn how to cultivate immortals from you!"

Hearing the long words, Murong Bai felt his ears buzzing, and frowned, he met too many people with ulterior motives along the way, "I don't accept apprentices." Not wanting to entangle, Shi unfolded He quickly left with ease.

"Hey——! Hero in white! Hero!" The other party was still behind him and tried to catch up, but he was quickly thrown away.The young man in blue looked at the direction in which the white shadow left and waved his hands angrily, his cheeks puffed up, "What's the big deal! Let me meet you next time, be careful I'll crush you to death, hum!"