Sword of Coming

In the hazy drizzle, a ferry from the fairy family from south to north slowly docked at the Bailu Ferry on the border of Zhengyang Mountain, and a handsome man stepped off, wearing a green shirt and a long coat, with cloth shoes on his feet, holding up an oil-paper umbrella , the handle of the umbrella is an osmanthus branch, followed by a young man wearing a dark robe, also holding a small umbrella, made of ordinary green bamboo, but the fan surface is made of green lotus flowers from the fairy family, it is the mask-covered chief executive Zhou , Cui Dongshan.

The swords on their backs are relics of the secret mansions of Shenzhou of Zhongtu and Luzhou of Beiju. They have never been seen in Aquarius Continent.

Behind him was a group of genealogical monks who had also traveled to Zhengyang Mountain, chatting and laughing happily, and a young man was talking to a graceful young woman beside him, saying that his mentor, the ancestor of the sword fairy at Poyun Peak in Zhengyang Mountain, was hundreds of years old. A dear friend on the mountain. And the old patriarch of Poyunfeng once fought side by side with Li Jianxian from Beiju Luzhou on the old dragon city battlefield, and slayed the big monster with his sword.

Cui Dongshan was happy to hear that, and asked with a smile in his heart: "Chairman Zhou, why don't we change an umbrella?"

Jiang Shangzhen glanced under the green lotus umbrella, the green shade was faint, shook his head and said: "Forget it, it's not pleasing."

In the queue behind, there was a handsome child, about seven or eight years old, holding a big umbrella, using water method to gather on the umbrella surface, accumulating a large puddle of rainwater, and then suddenly twisting the handle of the umbrella, the raindrops shot around Like shooting arrows, there are countless flying swords. He was just a buddhist who had just stepped into practice, and the rain splashed everywhere, which was not very powerful, but the raindrops hit the two osmanthus umbrellas and the blue lotus umbrella in front, making a loud bang.

The elders of several divisions just laughed.

These successful genealogy monks naturally don't need an umbrella, the aura is overflowing, and they retreat automatically in the wind and rain.

The gods on the mountains in the middle and five realms roam all over the world, do not invade by water and fire, and avoid filth. Those vassal states that are frogs at the bottom of the well, the strange people and strangers in the history of barnyard officials and unofficials, and the notebooks of ghosts are mostly monks of this generation.

If the two travelers in front can turn raindrops into invisible like them, then someone will naturally come forward to stop the child from continuing to play with umbrellas, maybe even apologize and say a few words about the child's naughtiness, fellow Taoists, don't be annoyed Kind words.

As a result, Cui Dongshan rolled back his sleeve casually, slapped the child into the water, turned his head and said with a playful smile, "Little brat likes to play in the water, so go play in the water."

The incident happened suddenly, although the child had already climbed the mountain at a young age, he had no strength to fight back, so he drew an arc in front of everyone, passed a large clump of snow-white reeds, and fell into the water of the ferry.

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and said with a smile: "I almost scared me to death, you don't need to apologize, you can pay for it."

Cui Dongshan let out a hey.

Jiang Shangzhen immediately changed his words: "Destroy money to eliminate disasters, destroy money to eliminate disasters."

A burly man stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the magic knife at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "The child is playing around, so what?"

If it wasn't for the man holding the umbrella, with the accent unique to Beiju Luzhou, he would have drawn his knife out of its sheath and slashed at him.

Anyway, it's on my side.

They are not afraid of making troubles on the side of Zhengyang Mountain, or the court of the nearby Dali clan, but they will just go around because they can't afford it.

Although martial arts fights and immortal fights are unavoidable at the foot of Aquarius Island today, but after twenty years, the habit has become natural, and it is still difficult to change it for a while.

Cui Dongshan held an umbrella in one hand and akimbo in the other, and said confidently: "I'm not old, I'm still a child."

Jiang Shangzhen raised his thumb, pointed to the sword behind him, and said with a sneer, "In Lao Tzu's hometown, if you dare to ask the sword like this, that brat is already dead."

An old monk with a calm temperament immediately spoke to everyone from his heart: "Listening to the accent, it is indeed a monk from Beiju Luzhou. As for whether he is a swordsman or not, it is hard to say for the time being."

Today's Beiju Luzhou is the brother continent of Aquarius Island. As for Tongyezhou, it can only be regarded as Sunzizhou.

In the water of the ferry, visions abounded, and there was fire like electricity, which shot out, like a fire dragon coming out of the water.

It is actually a high-quality spiritual weapon with precious light flowing, a small cone, made of bronze, more than one foot long, carved with nine dragons.

It was the child's natal object, and before the person climbed to the shore, he had already sacrificed the small awl and stabbed the black-robed boy holding the blue lotus umbrella.

Everyone saw the young man laughing, "Good time", and suddenly closed the green lotus umbrella, holding the umbrella handle with both hands, like two swords holding a sword, but he slashed down with the knife method, only to be hit by the little awl , the young man was agitated with qi and blood, his mind was unstable, his face flushed immediately, he had to shout angrily, his qi sank into his dantian, his feet sank into the soft mud soaked by the rain, and he was still pressed against by the tip of the small bronze awl. Holding on to the umbrella body, he slid backwards for more than ten feet before stabilizing his figure.

The child stood on the shore, pinched the formula with two fingers, quickly recited the mantra in his heart, stomped his feet, and called out the word "drawing water", circulating the heaven and earth spiritual energy of his natal qi palace, and the fingers and the small cone seemed to be drawn by a golden ray , the exquisitely carved small cone nine dragons, like dotting the eyes, moved around one after another, but the child was too young, not refined enough, and the movements were not fast enough. Just when he opened his mouth to absorb the rain, the black-robed boy bent over and turned sideways, and then The man in the green shirt grabbed his shoulders with one hand, a few dragonflies touched the water, and fled away. Neither side dared to walk the ferry road, but chose the reeds by the water, stepped on the reeds, and their figures rose and fell, which was really beautiful.

The child didn't want to let go of those two bastards, so he moved his fingers, stared at the backs of the two men, and said silently: "The wind and electricity are rushing, the oolong is winding, and the waterfall is boundless!"

Nine finger-length black dragons wrapped around a small bronze cone, and spit out nine sharp arrows formed by condensed rainwater.

The old monk said with a smile: "Chun Tang, it's alright, put away the small awl. Don't use it lightly, you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

The child put away his finger tips, took a deep breath, his face was slightly pale, the looming rope disappeared, and the small awl disappeared in a flash, hovering beside him, and the child took out one from his sleeve. The inconspicuous cotton pouch contains the small awl engraved with "Qililong" in the seal. In the pouch, there are a 300-year-old white snake and a 200-year-old black snake, both of which will use their own blood to help the owner warm Raise that branchlet.

The child named Chuntang hung the pouch on his waist, his face was gloomy, and he rubbed his cheeks, feeling hot and painful.

The old monk stretched out two fingers, twisted his wrist, and with a light swipe, he lifted up the big umbrella that fell on the muddy road, and floated towards the child.

The child put it in his hands, and in a fit of anger, threw the umbrella into the water far away, out of sight and out of mind, it was an ordinary thing anyway, not worth a few bucks.

The old monk deliberately pretended not to see Chuntang's childish behavior. This old Jindan, who was revered as a real protector of the country in his hometown, just looked in the direction of the two people, always feeling a little weird.

The man with the dagger hanging on his face sneered, "Two mediocre and pure warriors dare to pretend to be Beiju Luzhou Swordsman, what brains?"

The old monk explained: "Most likely they are from Beiju Luzhou, otherwise they wouldn't be so arrogant. One thing more is worse than one thing less. Remember to restrain the spring pond, and don't seek revenge privately in Zhengyang Mountain. Now the peak is about to open Celebrations, great festivals, no one wants to have such bad luck. You are the guardian of Chuntang, if you can't control him, I will use the precepts of the Patriarch Hall to control you."

The man said helplessly: "Patriarch, I know the importance of this."

In the reeds in the distance, the two squatted by the water as if they were squatting in a pit.

Jiang Shangzhen put an umbrella on his shoulder and asked with a smile: "What's going on?"

Cui Dongshan lifted the Bihe umbrella horizontally, lowered his head and took a breath, wiped away some traces with his sleeve, with a distressed expression on his face, then twisted a grain of aura with his two fingers, which was peeled off from the small bronze cone, and looked intently, He said casually: "Bored, just kidding."

Jiang Shangzhen said: "Look at the child's little cone and cloth pouch, are they from the lineage of raising dragons? Is there such a place as Qililong in Aquarius Island? I haven't heard of it before."

The journey of raising dragons and Jiaojiao in ancient times was once highly respected, and the leader was one of the six Confucian ritual officials. Later generations will be mixed, and when there are no real dragons in the world, then the so-called raising dragons will be nothing more than the descendants of turtles, turtles, fish and snakes. Moreover, this lineage is in Haoran Tianxia. The real dragon catastrophe in three thousand years affected the fish in the pond, so there is no sect anymore. dragon. The Qi practitioners of the entire lineage of raising dragons, their luck has been reduced to a source of water, and they are in an embarrassing situation, and their incense is gradually withering, just like the mountain and water gods who have lost their incense.

Cui Dongshan crushed the subtle and insignificant aura there, clamped the Bihe umbrella under his arm, wrapped his hands around the scattered aura, rubbed it gently, and then watched the aura spread in the veins of his palms, like mountains winding, Jindan Yuanying and other land gods The unreal scenes fall into the eyes of the immortals, and they are naturally visible. It's just that Jiang Shangzhen glanced at them and saw clearly, but he didn't understand them. For the journey of Kanyu and divination, it is one of Jiang Shangzhen's few "inexperienced" techniques. Because Jiang Shangzhen has never been willing to learn these methods of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil.

Cui Dongshan clapped his palms, completely smashing all traces of his palms, and said with a smile: "Near Qililong, there is an old Jiao in a big river. He almost never showed up, but his seniority is much lower than that of Huang Tingguo who lived for thousands of years. Lao Jiao relies on more than a thousand literati and poets from all dynasties to help him carry some incense with his poetry and literary skills. The fairy mansion of Qililong, rather than having a great opportunity, is regarded as an incense envoy secretly supported by the old Jiao, and the small cone of "fixing the storm" is one of the keepsakes. But in fact, this river has excellent hydrology and governs more than ten The tributary rivers and more than 30 rivers and streams were excavated to enter the sea in the early years. If it was not for taking care of your Lao Jiang's family, this river should have been chosen as the water to enter the sea, so the Dragon King should have taken advantage of the opportunity to fish for a Dadu lord Father."

Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "Yunlin Jiang family, I can't afford to climb high."

Cui Dongshan stood up, carrying the Bihe umbrella on his shoulder, with a solemn face.

Jiang Shangzhen got up after the rain, and the weather was new after the rain, so he put away the osmanthus umbrella, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, helping the real dragon, and smelled a hint of danger.

The two walked slowly, and Jiang Shangzhen asked, "I'm curious, why do you and Chen Pingan seem to be more... forbearing towards Wang Zhu?"

Cui Dongshan nodded, "Because my husband thinks that someone puts hope on Wang Zhu, so he is willing to follow the hope. So far, Wang Zhu has not disappointed. Then I will learn from my husband and look at her more. .In fact, after leaving Lizhu Cave, Wang Zhu went very smoothly, worthy of the name. To be precise, after leaving the iron lock well, she didn't suffer much. You work so hard, she just lies down and enjoys the blessings. Zhigui Zhigui, the name is not taken for nothing, stealing the light, being a small thief, stealing my husband's luck and fortune, stealing the dragon spirit of Song Jixin, and finally occupying the world I am afraid that she will feel that she deserves everything. For example, she will choose the Lushuikeng Fat Lady to occupy the land and water transportation for the Confucian Temple. She feels that half of her vitality is taken away, and she is resentful and enters the ascension realm. Afterwards, you will mistakenly think that the sky does not care and the earth does not care, and start to stir up trouble."

Jiang Shangzhen asked a crucial question: "Will the dragon slayer still be able to slay dragons after three thousand years?"

Without waiting for Cui Dongshan to give an answer, Jiang Shangzhen asked himself and answered: "Compared to three thousand years ago, one person killed a real dragon with a sword, it seems that it is more credible to kill a real dragon three thousand years ago."

Cui Dongshan said: "On the day my husband was at the Dadu Temple, Wang Zhu took the initiative to show up. In fact, she saved at least half of my life."

Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "She is willing to miss the old days, and the mountain master who already misses the old days is even more willing to miss the old days."

Cui Dongshan lightly tapped his shoulder with a small umbrella, and said with a smile: "Jia Sheng, Bai Mang, Chen Zhuoliu, our uncle Jing Qing, is really a fate, he recognized so many brothers who were worshiped by him, but he was not hacked to death. With such luck, who will believe it?”

Bailudu here is a hundred miles away from Qingwu Peak, which is the closest to Zhengyang Mountain.

The two first went to stay at a Xianjia inn, which was located on a high mountain. The two sat on the viewing platform with a wide view, drinking separately, and overlooking the peaks.

With the first-line peak of Zushan as the center, the circle has a radius of 800 li, all of which are the Zongmen boundary of Zhengyang Mountain, private mountains and rivers.

The peaks guard the ancestral mountain, and the formation of the mountain guards makes it so, and the sword energy is everywhere. It is often seen that the sword cultivator joins hands between the peaks of the sword, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the sword light drags, piercing the sky.

Because of the enshrining of Yuan Zhenye, the genus who moved the mountain, in the past twenty years, Zhengyang Mountain has successively moved three broken old mountains of the southern vassal of Dali, as the genus of the future sword fairy in the sect. .

For the imperial court of a small vassal state, instead of spending a lot of effort to renovate the waterway at the root of the mountain and rebuild the temple of the tiger, it is better to re-select the complete mountain, seal it as the tiger, and get a sum of immortal money from Zhengyang Mountain. A sect with sword cultivators like clouds has formed an incense and fire relationship. And these mountains, which appear to be "shattered and tasteless" on the surface, have actually stored wind and water for thousands of years and have a profound heritage.

To say that Zhengyang Mountain repays the incense, it is nothing more than that the sword cultivator will go down the mountain to practice in the future, go to the territory of three small countries, kill demons and eliminate demons, and deal with some evil spirits that the local government really can't deal with. For Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivator, But it comes at your fingertips. In fact, no one really loses money, and everyone makes a lot of money.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "After seeing the big world, the sword fairy of Zhengyang Mountain has become more sophisticated and tactful in his actions."

Jiang Shangzhen echoed: "The atmosphere of the sect should not be underestimated."

Before the great war that swept across the world, the monks of Zhengyang Mountain, even if they were not direct sword cultivators, were notoriously domineering and rampant when they went out to practice.

On Yizhou Mountain, God’s Emperor Gaozong, Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain are the two Yizhou military ancestral homes, Li Tuanjing’s Fenglei Garden that has not yet been disarmed, the Dali Iron Cavalry rising in the north, the Yunlin Jiang family, and the old dragon city Fu Home, the sword cultivator of the Zhuying dynasty. In addition, Zhengyang Mountain can be completely defiant.

Otherwise, there would not be the nickname of "Little Tongye of Aquarius Island".

That Qingfeng City with a fox country? It's just an unnamed vassal force in my Zhengyang Mountain.

Among the native sects of the three continents, including Baoping, Tongye and Beijulu, except for Yuguizong, no one can own the next sect.

Although Ruan Qiong's Longquan Sword Sect has always been regarded as the next sect of Fengxue Temple by the monks on the mountain, in fact, it is not the case. What's more, Ruan Qiong also has the title of the chief enshrined of Dali, and among the several descendants, there is another genius Xie Ling. So Zhengyang Mountain is still willing to take a high look at Longquan Jianzong.

Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "This Yuanbai's life experience is quite pitiful. When he goes out for a long trip, the mountains and rivers are floating. These years, he is not as leisurely as that Shaopo immortal from Huimeng Mountain. Quite good qualifications, Wei Ying all saw it. Before going to Shenzhuan Peak, Wei Ying originally wanted to ask Zhengyang Mountain for this person, and originally planned to cultivate him well, but unfortunately he was too good and hurt his natal flying sword. They will also be killed by Liu Laocheng and Liu Zhimao."

Cui Dongshan said: "Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise your Yu Guizong's crotch would be full of yellow mud at this moment."

Yuanbai, one of the "Double Walls" of kendo in the old Zhuying Dynasty. Made a deal with Zhengyang Mountain, changed from Keqing to Zhengyang Mountain's direct successor, and later had a sword-questioning match with Huang He, the owner of Fenglei Garden. Yuan Bai was seriously injured, but successfully delayed Huang He's breakthrough to the upper five .

Yuan Bai is now recovering from Xuefeng's injuries. His kendo achievements in this life are not much higher.

In addition, on Zhengyang Mountain, there is a young sword cultivator who almost became the direct heir of the ancestor of the Longquan Sword Sect.

This retreat is for the formation of alchemy. Just waiting for him to leave the customs, the opening ceremony will be held, and he will be promoted to the master of a peak.

Cui Dongshan's eyes were slightly cold, "There is a maid beside Yuan Bai, named Liucai, who comes from the blessed land of Tianjing in Aiai Island."

Liu Cai, Liu Cai.

Jiang Shangzhen immediately became interested, "That Liucai girl?"

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "For you, it belongs to the kind that you can't remember after seeing it."

Jiang Shangzhen raised Erlang's legs and asked: "That Wu Tijing, as the mountain master said, is the reincarnation of Li Tuanjing's soldiers. He was found by Tian Wan, and he took him to the mountain to practice, so that he can disgust Huanghe and Liu in the future. Baqiao?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "It's close."

A young sword cultivator, Wu Tijing, was born out of nowhere. The natal flying sword, the mandarin duck. In addition to this, it is rumored that he also has a secret flying sword.

As for why it is kept secret and can still be rumored, it is good to know this kind of mountain matter. It is the same as some of the secret records recorded in the history books of Yamashita.

Jiang Shangzhen shifted his gaze, "It's better to look at Xuefeng, it's cuter."

Facing Xuefeng, it is because the two peaks stand side by side, and the mountain opposite Xuefeng is covered with snow all the year round. But the mountain was nameless. I only heard that it was the patriarch of the Xuefeng Peak, a later Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, who once practiced with his Taoist partner on the opposite mountain, but the Taoist partner failed to enter the golden elixir. After his early death, this withdrawn sword fairy , she sealed off the top of the mountain, and for hundreds of years since then, she has stayed on Duixue Peak, saying it was a retreat, but in fact she was tired of the affairs of the mountain gate, which was equivalent to giving up the seat of the head of Zhengyang Mountain.

It's just that the truth in the secret record of the Patriarch Hall in Zhengyang Mountain is not so poignant and touching.

Cui Dongshan narrated the landscape story in which life and death could not escape the word love.

The Taoist companion of the female patriarch of Duixuefeng, when she was in seclusion, saw a change of mind, and after she left the seclusion, she learned about it, so she beheaded him, lit a soul lamp, and placed it on the opposite side of Duixuefeng. On the top of the mountain, the snow has been freezing for decades. But since then, she also had inner demons, and in the last retreat trying to break the bottleneck of the Yuanying, she went into a rage and was beheaded by the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch Tang Jianxiu. , Imprisoned in the Zhengyang Mountain boundary.

Cui Dongshan really knows too much about the old things in Aquarius Island. When he and the old bastard were still Cui Chan, occasionally in the dead of night, they would take out a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, used to read at night by lighting up the lamp, and randomly pulled out a book from the mountain, the origin of fairy tales, the court Secrets, grievances and grievances in the world will be overturned.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have listened to these spoiling inside stories."

Jiang Shangzhen sighed, hugged the back of his head with both hands, shook his head and said: "Cultivation on the mountain is nothing more than adding water to wine, turning a pot of wine into a big jar of water wine, the longer you live, the more water you drink, the longer you drink, the taste You, he, she, you, them. Only "I" is different. There is no one next to the word "herringbone", snuggling to the side."

Cui Dongshan laughed suddenly, "It's better to come early than coincidentally, the Yixianfeng Patriarch Hall is discussing matters."

Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the sword light and Changhong that rose from among the many peaks, "The reputation is well-deserved, and there are so many sword immortals."

Cui Dongshan wrapped his arms around his sleeves, and said: "I once saw an empty time shop in a Dongtian ruins. There is no shopkeeper, and it is still doing the strongest business of buying and selling in the world."

Jiang Shangzhen praised: "I really envy Brother Cui's broad knowledge."

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head suddenly, "Brother Cui, have you never met a woman who made your heart flutter a little in your life?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head and said, "Not really."

Jiang Shangzhen rubbed his chin, "It's kind of weird that you guys are from the same line of literary saints and only talk about marriage and feng shui."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "That's why the old scholar burned high incense to accept my husband as a closed disciple."

Jiang Shangzhen remembered something, couldn't help laughing, and said, "The man in charge of landscape information in Zhengyang Mountain is really a genius."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "Heaven is a genius."

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The Patriarch Hall of Zhengyang Mountain discusses affairs, and the Suzerain Zhu Huang.

The old patriarch of Yupujing, Xia Yuancui. The patriarch of the Tao family, Tao Yanbo. The sect's patriarch, Yan Chu. Protecting the mountain for worship, Yuan Zhenye.

Together with the rest of Zhufeng Master Sword Immortals, their seats are all in the front.

At the back, there was Tian Wan, who was in charge of Shanshuidibao and Jinghuashuiyue, and made several small and small contributions one after another. She finally moved forward from her unshakable seat in the Patriarch Hall.

As for Yuanbai. Now he is at the bottom of the Patriarch Hall, and he is happy to be at leisure. Every time he discusses matters here, he just closes his eyes and meditates, without saying a word.

Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "The next thing about the opening ceremony, we just follow the rules."

This is probably the tolerance of the sect, and the opening of the golden core has become an ordinary thing that the Patriarch Hall does not need to talk about.

Bamboo Emperor's face was solemn, "It's just that the establishment of the next sect is already an urgent matter. What kind of regulations are there? You can't just delay it like this?"

Regarding the matter of the Xiazong in Zhengyang Mountain, everything was ready and only Dongfeng owed it. The original location had been properly selected, the required military exploits, ventilation with many mountain tops, patchwork, and the big hole was finally filled. Over there, he had a bad nose, and temporarily regretted it, and he was unwilling to recommend it to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple. According to the statement from Yuan's family in Qingfeng City, Shangzhu Kingdom, His Majesty the Emperor is willing, but some people outside the capital refused to nod.

Obviously, the only one who dared to disagree with His Majesty the Emperor, even if he didn't show off Zhengyang Mountain's face, was the vassal mansion in the capital of Dali.

But the problem is that the vassal king Song Mu has always had a good relationship with Zhengyang Mountain.

That's why the ancestor of the Tao family didn't look very well today.

It is not that there are gossips on Baopingzhou Mountain about Zhengyang Mountain's entry into the sect.

Because there are really too few monks in Zhengyang Mountain who suffered battle losses. The accumulation of combat achievements, in addition to fighting, is more dependent on immortal money and materials. Moreover, the selection of each battlefield is extremely particular, and the Patriarch Hall has carefully calculated it. It didn't look that good at the beginning, but when the war ended and there was a little replay, no one was a fool. Shen Gaozong, Fengxue Temple, and Zhenwu Mountain, the genealogy monks of these old sects, in public, did not give the monks of Zhengyang Mountain a look, especially the old patriarch surnamed Qin in the Dayangou of Fengxue Temple, and Zhengyang Mountain. Yangshan has always had no grievances and no enmity, but he was insane. Whatever he said, he relied on the great military exploits of the sword immortals of Zhengyang Mountain. Haoran Jiuzhou, who doesn't give a thumbs up, who doesn't feel convinced?

Fortunately, the Confucian Temple has now banned Shanshuidibao, otherwise I don't know how many such strange words have spread.

The reason why Zhengyang Mountain is so anxious to establish the next sect is indeed because it is worried about the reputation of the whole continent.

But as long as the sect is established and the raw rice is cooked, it is time for many monks on the mountain to re-evaluate the situation. At most, they will close their doors and say a few strange words in private, and they will never dare to report to Shanshui mansion. , or in public, if you say something wrong about Zhengyang Mountain, maybe you will add icing on the cake, argue with others, and take the initiative to say a few good things for Zhengyang Mountain.

Xia Yuancui, the old sword fairy with the highest seniority and the highest realm, smiled calmly and said, "Why don't we go around the Dali Song family and discuss it with the Yunlin Jiang family?"

Having entered the upper five realms, and Zhengyang Mountain is already the prefix of Haoranzong, Xia Yuancui is actually not that urgent whether he has a descendant or not. Since then, I have been practicing Taoism for a long time. In my spare time, I think about the happiness in the fairyland and the beautiful things in the world.

The suzerain Zhuhuang nodded, "Yes, but who is suitable to go to the Jiang family?"

The Dali Song clan, which has already lost half of its country, will continue to shrink its dynasty. Many vassals in the central and southern regions have already begun to make trouble. If it were not for the accompanying capital and Dadu Temple, many vassal states in the central and northern regions would probably be ready to move. But the genealogy monks in the entire Aquarius Continent are well aware that the ranking of the ten great dynasties of Haoran and Dali will only get lower and lower, and finally settle on the seventh or eighth position.

Xia Yuancui smiled and said nothing, the old sword fairy held his sword horizontally on his knees, and gently brushed the scabbard, already putting on an appearance that it had nothing to do with him.

The Jiang family of Yunlin is great, but it is not enough for him to humbly beg for favors.

Now the only one in Aquarius Continent who can talk to the Confucian Temple is not the Dali Song family who has done a lot of things too far, but the Yunlin Jiang family.

Because the Yunlin Jiang family is one of the sage families in the entire Haoran world, which is most in line with "the family of bells and dishes, the family of poetry and etiquette".

In the Confucian Temple, there are actually several ancient genealogies, and the Yunlin Jiang family who migrated to Aquarius Continent is a well-deserved descendant of a saint.

Thousands of years ago, Li Sheng personally formulated the etiquette, and Jiang's ancestors issued several great blessings. In "Da Li Chun Guan", he was listed as one of the six officials along with Da Shi and Da Zai, and was in charge of the oldest various blessings. Moreover, the surname Jiang is originally one of the oldest surnames in Haoran Tianxia.

An old sword fairy from Po Yunfeng said in a deep voice: "Since we are accompanying the mansion in the capital, let us go to the wild world to accumulate military exploits, then go. I will take the lead!"

The patriarch Yan Chu sneered and said, "You are a golden elixir bottleneck, if you really think that you have been in the old dragon city battlefield, with some fairy spirit of Li Jianxian, you are the same as the upper five realms?"

The old sword cultivator has long been accustomed to the atmosphere of discussing affairs in his family's ancestral hall, and he still said to himself: "You are not willing to take risks, I will take my own cultivators from the Yunfeng peak line to cross the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and go to the ferry to kill demons. .”

Yan Chu patted the handle of the chair, and said angrily, "You are the only one who owns the cloud peak?! You are so capable, why don't you just take the peak with you and go to the wild world together? I'm willing to see you off in person, how about that?!"

The old Jindan of Poyunfeng stood up angrily, and was about to leave the Patriarch Hall first.

At the same time, several old sword cultivators who have been to the old dragon city battlefield all have similar attitudes. As long as Po Yunfeng withdraws from the Patriarch Hall, they will choose to leave together.

This is often the case in Yixianfeng Patriarch Hall, so it's not surprising.

Bamboo Emperor frowned slightly, this time he did not let the Jindan Sword Immortal leave, and said softly: "How can you leave the venue without authorization to discuss matters in the Patriarch Hall."

Old Jin Dan sat down again, took a deep breath, and made up his mind to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The guardian of the mountain, Yuan Zhenye, folded his arms around his chest and couldn't help yawning, he was still so bored.

Bamboo Emperor shifted his gaze, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile, "Patriarch Yuan has a good plan?"

Facing this mountain guardian priest, even if Zhuhuang is the sword cultivator at the bottleneck of Yuanying Realm, and even the suzerain of a mountain, he is still quite respectful.

The old ape in white twitched the corners of his mouth and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "You need to be strong to strike iron. When the suzerain enters the upper five realms, all troubles will be solved. At that time, after I congratulate the suzerain, I will take a trip to the mouth of the sea." .”

Bamboo Emperor laughed heartily, clasped his fists and said, "Then I have to thank Patriarch Yuan."

In the ancestral hall, even Xia Yuancui lifted his spirits in an instant, and looked at the mountain master who was so difficult to break through that he often said that he had no hope of going to the fifth realm.

Especially the patriarch of the Tao family who was the God of Wealth and Yan Chu, who was in charge of the law, immediately looked at each other without showing any traces.

Only Yuan Bai, who was the door god, turned his head to look outside the door instead.

Bamboo Emperor didn't want to talk more about his retreat and breakthrough, so he changed the subject and nodded to Tian Wan who was promoted to confidant. The woman immediately took out a booklet, got up and said: "The sect is prosperous, there are a total of 16 people on the booklet. Sword Immortal Embryos. Nine of them are still young and have no apprentices for the time being. All the ancestors of the peak masters, you can choose one today."

The so-called sword fairy embryo is of course a young sword cultivator who is expected to become a golden alchemist.

Mainly from the old Zhuying Dynasty, once discovered, it was immediately sent to Zhengyang Mountain. In addition, there is the southern boundary of Aquarius Island where the mountains and rivers are broken. During the years dedicated to Zhengyang Mountain, almost every sword fairy has to go down the mountain to find the embryo of a sword cultivator for the sect. do not miss it. As for Tongyezhou, there was also a surprise, and they found two young sword cultivator embryos.

As long as one can become a sword cultivator, it is a great blessing. Because as long as you are a sword cultivator, staying in the sect to practice can add a bit of sword luck to Zhengyang Mountain.

So today's Emperor Zongzhu must have no emotion like "As long as the Wei and Jin Dynasties come to Zhengyang Mountain, I am willing to let the virtuous".

As soon as he came, his own bottleneck was loosened, and he seized a ray of opportunity for the avenue, and it is hopeful that he will break through. Furthermore, the current Zhengyang Mountain, as a newly promoted sect in Aquarius Island, has both the right time, the right place, and the right people. It may not be a hundred years before they can hope to challenge the God Gaozong and compete for the position of the monarch on Yizhou Mountain.

How can you make people not feel high-spirited, so Zhuhuang seems to have become more than a hundred years younger all of a sudden in the past few years.

Zhuhuang suddenly asked: "There seems to be some unusual movement on the side of Dalilongzhou, especially at the Niujiaoshan Ferry?"

The Xu family in Qingfeng City bought a dragon kiln from the Ma family in Xinghua Lane. In addition, in Huaihuang County, Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, and Zhengyang Mountain all have some secret incense.

It's just that for so many years, I haven't been able to get any useful information about mountains and rivers. The Piyun Mountain of Beiyue Mountain Monarch Wei Bo, plus the supervisory government office that can be dedicated to the right, and Ruan Qiong's Longquan Sword Sect, are all As a taboo in the official circles of Shanshui, Zhengyang Mountain did not dare to extend its hand too far, but there was an unexpected joy during the period, that is, Ye Qingzhu, the Goddess of Okinawa River, has given several secrets to Zhengyang Mountain one after another for more than ten years. It was only through the information that Zhengyangshan learned that there were several pure warriors with a high level of level in Luopo Mountain, and they also helped to roughly clarify the incense between Luobo Mountain and Piyun Mountain, such as how to divide the account at the Niujiao Mountain Ferry, and how the dragon In the blacksmith's shop by the Xu River, Liu Xianyang concealed his identity as a Golden Core Swordsman.

Today's discussion took a full two hours. Just because the peaks competed for those few sword fairy embryos, they almost didn't ask each other for swords.

After finally leveling all the mountains, even the suzerain Zhuhuang was a bit tired. When the discussion was over, Dao Dao Jianguang returned to the peaks. Zhu Huang left the white-clothed old ape alone, and walked out of the patriarch hall together to overlook a mountain and river .

Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "Patriarch Yuan, congratulations."

Because the mountain guard next to him, like his suzerain, will soon enter the upper five realms.

Yuan Zhenying's expression was normal, he nodded, his hands were behind his back, and he squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

Bamboo Emperor joked: "A direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect is still a Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Patriarch Yuan should be more careful."

The old ape in white sneered and said, "Liu Xianyang, plus Chen Pingan, these two little trash. Be careful? Be careful of what, be careful not to punch each of them and kill them?"

Zhu Huang nodded, "After all, the identities of the two young people are quite troublesome. One is Ruan Qiong's direct disciple, and the other is half of Wei Bo's money bag. Fortunately, our Zhengyang Mountain is not in the Beiyue territory after all. Qiong is also just a military monk in the Jade Realm."

The white-clothed old ape sneered and said, "It's so hard to die, come back when I reach the upper five realms? Do you really think that after more than twenty years of being wronged, you can get revenge? As long as the two wastes dare to come to seek death, I will send them a ride."

At the Xianjia Inn at Bailudu, Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen listened together. After all, the mountain protection formation of a sect is not a decoration, and the two of them can only use some small tricks.

The two listened to the heroic words of the ancestor who moved the mountain in Zhengyang Mountain, and looked at each other. Jiang Shangzhen was silent for a long time, with lingering fear on his face, and said softly: "Hearing this makes my heart break."

Cui Dongshan hurriedly handed over a pot of wine, "Suppressed."

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Mao Xiaodong took Li Baoping, Li Huai, and a large group of Confucian scholars from the Academy of Rites, traveled all the way south, and finally came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

There is no sword repair in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Not only the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but even the Hanging Mountain, Jiaolonggou, and Yulongzong are all gone.

The Sword Qi Great Wall, which was divided into two, was engraved with many big characters on the two walls facing the vast mountains and rivers in the wild world.

It's a pity that Dong Sangeng killed the owner of the lotus nunnery with his sword, and A Liang and Yao Chongdao joined forces to kill him.

They failed to engrave the words on the city head. The battle was fierce and it was too late.

But on the top of the other side of the city, on the half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there are also many big characters carved, but they are written by Jiazi tent to shake the prestige. It’s just that for some reason, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple has not erased those inscriptions.

Nowadays, there are an endless stream of Haoran monks who visit the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In addition, between the wild world and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Haoran Tianxia has set up three extremely large-scale fairy family ferries. They are said to be ferries, but they are actually no less than the capital of the Great Dynasty. Liuxia Continent and Aiai Continent each contribute their own money and efforts.

Like three nails, nailed into the landscape of mountains and rivers in the wild world.

Over one of the ferry crossings, there are nearly 200 sword boats as big as mountains hovering all year round, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. They are all heavy weapons of the Mohists that failed to be used in the war. After the war ended, they slowly migrated to Savage world.

As for the other ferry, there is only one person who built the city and also served as the city guard.

Mohist giant.

The three huge ferry cities are somewhat similar to Pimazong setting up a Qinglu town in the ghost valley.

In addition, one of the Guixu on the sea between Jinjiazhou and Fuyaozhou is also controlled by the Confucian Temple.

At the gate of the gate in the wild world, the Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, Qi Tingji, Pei Bei, Huolong Daoist, Huaiyin, these awe-inspiring powerhouses, are responsible for stationing in turn for two or three years.

Dressed in red, with a young man in a Confucian shirt, Yu Feng left the top of the city, stood on the ruins of the battlefield in the south, and looked at the large characters on the top of the north city.

Taoism, Haoran, Xitian.

Thunder pool is heavy, sword energy lasts forever.

Chen, Dong, Qi, Meng.

Li Huai looked up at one of the big characters, and sighed: "A Liang, who is a dog, only knows nonsense all day long. He was good to my brothers and blew a basket of cowhide, which made me think that he didn't say a word of truth. In other words, it turned out to be a bit fierce."

Li Huai curled her lips, "It's written by earthworms, and it's the only one in the world. Even if A Liang stood in front of me and patted his chest and said he didn't write it, I wouldn't believe it."

Li Baoping was a little sad, "The two sections of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are no longer protected by formations, and if there is another big battle, they will never recover."

Li Huai comforted, "There won't be any more."

Even without the devastation of the war, year after year of wind, rain, and sun exposure, the city walls will gradually erode, and one day, all the words written on the top of the city will be blurred.

A travel-worn old man in yellow clothes, with falcon eyes and eagle eyes, skinny, turned into a rainbow from the top of the city and headed southward against the wind. Suddenly, at a turning point, he floated to the ground and landed tens of feet away from the two of them, as if he was also running. I came here to admire the inscriptions on the top of the city.

Today, there are Confucian Temple sages and two monks sitting on the top of the city and the sky, and the customs inspection is extremely strict. In addition, all the monster races in the Wild World were blocked south of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the three ferry crossings. Therefore, when the monks of Haoran traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they were even more secure and worry-free than when Jian Xiu was there.

Li Baoping and Li Huai are about to leave.

The old man's expression was as usual, but he was a little anxious. He didn't care about his superior demeanor, and asked, "Is this girl surnamed Li?" Do you want to learn morality?"

Li Baoping turned sideways, nodded with the old man and said, "It's me."

In that debate, according to rumors, Li Baoping lost to Yuan Xi.

Li Huai was there at the time, so he didn't understand anyway. But look at Yuan Xi who compiled three "Yi-jie" at a young age. When discussing Taoism, he talks elegantly and calmly, which is relatively unbeatable. On the other hand, Li Baoping often frowned, pondered for long exams, and hesitated to speak many times, as if he denied himself.

And Yuan Yu is one of the ten young people in several worlds.

It is rumored that his hometown is the Qingming Tianxia, ​​but he has become the direct disciple of the sub-sage.

The old man said regretfully: "This Yuan Yu, who came from the orthodox line of Confucianism, and is a descendant of the sub-sage, dares to say that the Taoist ancestor and the most holy teacher are 'the end and the beginning', and it is not proper to speak nonsense."

Li Baoping said with a smile: "Senior, speak directly if you have something to say, if you have something to say, don't be polite to me."

The implication of her words is that people who can say such things don't understand the "three ways" debate at all.

Since you don't understand at all, it's not a learning exchange, so today's routine is close, and there must be something else to ask for.

The old man looked embarrassed. He was really neither interested in the quarrels of these scholars who were full, nor did they understand that this trip to Haoran World was very tiring, cautious and trembling. He almost broke his leg. The old man glanced at the Shiwanda Mountain to the south, it wasn't too far away from his old nest, if he returned without success, it is estimated that two of his four legs would be broken by that old blind man.

But although the old man was very anxious, he still looked calm, and signed his name, "The old man's Taoist name is Longshan Gong, he is Shan Zeyexiu of Nan Po Suozhou, he has read some books of sages, and he sincerely admires the knowledge of the literary sages..."

Li Baoping immediately asked with a smile: "May I ask the old man, what is it to change one's nature and pretend to be false, and what is to clearly distinguish the group?"

The old man in yellow, who called himself Longshan Gong, started to catch blind again. He felt that the little girl was very difficult, so he said "frankly and honestly": "To be honest, I do have a little understanding of the sage theory of the Confucian Temple, but I only know a little about the sage." In one branch, from Mr. Wen Sheng’s He Dao Sanzhou, to the efforts of the descendants of the Wen Dynasty to turn the tide, it is sincerely admired, and there is absolutely no falsehood.”

Wen Sheng's lineage, Zuo Zuo, Chen Pingan, Cui Chan.

The swords are drawn from the left and right, and Chen Pingan is the hidden official.

The mountains and rivers turned upside down, Cui Chan traveled across continents to come here, scattered the fourteen realms of Taoism, merged with the two heavens and the earth, and became the second "Great Wall of Sword Qi", completely blocking the retreat of the wild world. Forcing the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, he had to divert his attention and energy, and opened the sea to return to the ruins in three places, otherwise the time scales and weights and measures of the two heavens and the earth would not be repaired within a hundred years. This invisible collapse of rites and music has little effect on ordinary masters, but it will affect all monks in the two worlds. The inner demons take the opportunity to make troubles in the gaps, and they will only grow like weeds. A monk's Taoist heart has no leaks, but the world can collapse, how can a small Wulou be against the gaps in the world. And the later it is repaired, the greater the impact on the weather.

Li Huai was a little bored.

Annoying, there are some monks on the mountain who see the wind and rudder, clung to the line of Wen Sheng. Especially this Longshan Gong in front of me, at least he has memorized the thirty-two chapters written by my patriarch by heart, and then come to greet him politely. At first glance, he was not an old Jianghu, let alone compared with Pei Qian, he was worse than himself.

If he hadn't been afraid of the Confucian sage sitting in the sky, the old man would have slapped the little girl in red, and then ran away with that uncle Li in his arms.

Out of the corner of the old man's eyes, he glanced at the Shiwan Dashan. Fortunately, the old blind man hadn't shown up yet, so there was still a chance to make amends. Maybe there was still time, there must be time!

The old blind man has a bad temper, and he never cares about the severity of each shot. The key is that the old blind man has only opened his eyes and bullied his loyal family members for thousands of years.

They are all fourteen realms, one of the few in the world, why don't you ask Chen Qingdu a few swords? Why don't you go arm wrestling with Patriarch Tuoyueshan? An old thing with no four or two bones, it will only show off its realm to itself, an old bird waits for a dead dog, right, let's see who will die.

Li Baoping moved a step, stopped in front of Li Huai, and asked: "Mr., why don't you get straight to the point and say something open?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, pretending to be calm, and said bravely: "Okay, the little girl has good eyesight, and the old man is indeed selfish. Seeing that you two young juniors, you are very good-natured, and you are one in a million Taoist wizards, so I plan to accept you as unnamed disciples, don't worry, Miss Li, you don't need to change your sect, this old man has practiced in this life, and he has suffered a lot, and he has never been able to accept direct disciples. So I want to send you a blessing.”

Li Baoping shook his head, "The old man is kind and understanding. As for apprenticeship, forget it. Even if it is an anonymous disciple, it is still not in accordance with the etiquette."

The old man complained endlessly, who cares about you, you are a gentleman at a young age, and you are still a woman.

If during the turbulent years when I was in the barbaric world, a little girl like you who is an eyesore and ignorant of taste, would grab it casually, and it would be crispy every bite.

Li Huai thinks this old gentleman is a bit interesting, he is sneaky, his tone is not small, and he is worried that some Taoism will fail, so he gave away a blessing for nothing?

Li Huai asked from the bottom of his heart: "Li Baoping, isn't this guy here to rob his house?"

Li Baoping replied: "No. He doesn't have the guts."

So Li Huai asked with a smile: "Old senior, may I ask, what realm is it?"

The old man almost burst into tears, and finally had a chat with this Uncle Li.

That big fart Aquarius Continent didn't dare to go to death. He waited overseas for several years, and finally waited until Li Huai went to Zhongtu Shenzhou.

For a whole ten years, ten years of time, toiled in Haoran World, hiding in Tibet, dignifiedly ascending to the realm, living in the same generation as Concubine Fei and Lao Deaf, and being a homeless dog for ten years!

The old man cleared up his emotions and coughed, "The realm is acceptable, and there is a small way."

Li Huai smiled and said, "Then it's not too high?"

The old man immediately said: "High, why not high! It's just self-effacing."

Li Huai stretched out his thumb and pointed to the big characters on the wall, "Ah Liang and I are sworn brothers who cut chicken heads and burnt yellow paper. It was Ah Liang who knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks and cried, so I agreed."

The old man wants to die already, the old blind man is committing crimes, and he accepts such a disciple to harm himself?

The old man's heart was tense, and he felt the suffocating majestic momentum, as if he was approaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Ten years of bitterness without fear, in exchange for a dismal ending of being beaten to death.

The old man plopped down on his knees and prostrated himself on the ground, "Li Huai, please, just agree to practice with me. As for apprenticeship or something, just be happy."

Even Li Baoping was a little dumbfounded. What on earth is this Dragon Monkey who ran out of nowhere going to do?

Li Huai was shocked even more.

Sure enough, all the blessings that come to your door in the world will be rejected. This old gentleman can't figure it out, follow him to practice, what to practice,

A small old blind man appeared out of thin air next to Longshan Gong, stepped down, and with a click, hey, hey, the whole spine of the old man in yellow was broken, and he immediately collapsed on the ground.

The old blind man sneered and said: "You trash, you can't do such a small thing well, wandering around in Haoran world, have you been eating shit for ten years?"

The old blind man turned his head and "looked" at that Li Huai, and asked with a straight face, "Are you Li Huai?"

Li Huai asked back: "Can I not?"

The old blind man smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Huai looked sincere, nodded and said, "I think it's okay."

Li Baoping frowned slightly.

On the other side of the city, a Confucian Temple sage, a Ascension Realm, and a Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator all remained silent.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, at least these two old people are not villains who would violently commit crimes.

The old blind man sneered and said, "You kid and that bastard are sworn brothers? That's great."

In this way, one's seniority will be high.

The old blind man casually pointed to the side of the guide, "Boy, as long as you become my direct heir, the 100,000 mountains in the south and the picture scrolls of thousands of miles are all under your jurisdiction. Golden armor warriors, prisoner monsters, you can drive them."

With a bitter face, Li Huai lowered his voice and said, "I was talking nonsense, old man, why did you eavesdrop, and why did you take it seriously? You can't spread such words indiscriminately, and let the fourteenth realm who opened his eyes The old god listened, and we both couldn't eat and walked around, so why bother?"

Li Baoping stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his brows.

On the way here, Li Huai was indeed in private, bragging so much without making a draft. Li Huai and the old man's current statement have roughly the same meaning anyway.

As for the old man who was so fierce and fierce that he stomped on other people's spine, Li Baoping had already guessed his identity, the "old blind man" in the wild world.

Because the Longshan Gong who "received apprentices and kowtowed to beg for help" knew that his spine was broken, but he was still "comfortable" lying on the ground, with some playful eyes, and kept secretly looking at Li Huai. The old man in yellow just looked a little dilapidated The can was broken, but it definitely didn't look like it was injured in the slightest. For any cultivator, no matter how tough his body is, no matter how powerful his supernatural powers are, he should look sluggish after suffering such a severe injury.

The old blind man pointed to his eyes, the eye sockets were sunken and there were no eyeballs.

If a monk of the upper five realms under the Ascension Realm dared to use supernatural powers and looked directly at this place, it is estimated that the soul would fall into the bottomless abyss on the spot, and the soul would be stripped away, and thus reduced to a generation of six gods without a master, with a puppet in empty skin.

Li Huai blinked, and asked tentatively, "Could it be that senior that Ah Liang admired the most in his life? Every time I talked about seniors, that guy would take a shower and change clothes first, and talk about the heroic spirit and feats of seniors. Ah Liang would cry every time."

What Li Huai meant was to say that I, who is more nonsense than Ah Liang, am not qualified to be your apprentice.

The old blind man rubbed his chin, good student, he can talk, so he won't be bored in the future. His vision for recruiting apprentices is really not bad.

In fact, since the vassals and towns in the wild world have been separated for thousands of years, it is not that there are no monks from the monster race, hoping that the old blind man can "add blue eyes" and become a direct disciple of a fourteenth-level monk, and he will ascend to the sky in one step.

It's just that those opportunistic wretches, each with more tricks, tried their best to please the old blind man, but all of them became the "old man in yellow"'s plate.

The old blind man's idea couldn't be simpler.

Disciple, I can take it and use it to close the door. Master, don't beg, if you beg, you will die.

The old blind man stretched out his hand, grabbed Li Huai's shoulder, and lifted it lightly.

Li Huai's face was slightly pale, and he stood on tiptoe, holding the old blind man's withered arm with both hands, and begged Li Baoping: "Li Baoping, please help me. Chen Ping'an finally went home, but in the end I went home again." What's the matter with being arrested and made Shi Laozi's apprentice."

Li Huai is really not happy about cultivating Taoism in the mountains for several years and decades. Realm is such a thing, whoever wants it will take it.

Li Baoping said sternly: "Senior, there is no reason like yours. When accepting apprentices and apprentices on the mountain, you always have to say something about your love and my wish. It came into being according to the fate."

The old blind man smiled and said: "Little girl, don't think that a big brother who is not relative can break things with me. Li Xisheng is still too young now, and his realm is far from enough. As for whether he can be in Haoran Tianxia Fulfilling one's wish is a matter of two words."

Li Baoping smiled and said: "You don't count what you say."

However, Li Huai sparked an unknown fire, this old blind man went too far.

Clutching that arm with both hands, Li Huai flew up and kicked that old bastard's chest.

The old man in yellow who was lying on the ground enjoying his blessings almost stared out a pair of dog eyes.

The old blind man didn't move at all, just stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his chest, instead of being angry, he smiled, nodded and said: "Okay, you look like my closed disciple."

Li Huai felt a little guilty, and used that inexplicably mastered martial arts method to form a line with Li Baoping, trembling with Li Baoping: "Baby bottle, I'm a little weak at the moment, I have no courage, stand up!" I couldn’t even stand still, and I didn’t dare to kick anymore, I’m sorry.”

The old blind man laughed and said, "It's a pity to be kind and righteous. If it were Chen Ping'an, he wouldn't dare to do that."

As a result, Li Huai suddenly became courageous and kicked up again.

The old blind man hummed, "It has potential, pretty good."

The old man in yellow seemed to have suffered two catastrophes, and suddenly began to worry. This Uncle Li is really going to become the direct descendant of the old blind man, and he thinks life will not be very easy.

On the top of the city, a Confucian Temple sage asked, "Are you all right?"

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "A mountain of 100,000 people who can house several sword celestial beings traveling to the north is definitely not a place of smog. A person who can be friends with A Liang, a person who can be honored by my husband as a senior, I have nothing to worry about. "

The old blind man "glanced" at the top of the city, a scholar who was born in the line of literati, really can talk.

The old blind man withdrew his gaze, facing Li Huai who was very pleasing to the eye, for the first time, he was amiable, and said: "Being my disciple who opened the mountain and closed the door, why do you need to stay in the mountain to practice, just wander around the two worlds, the one on the ground, see? From now on, he will be your follower."

Li Huai said with a mournful face: "How can I be able to let Senior Longshan protect my way."

One of his mother would kneel and kowtow to himself, how high could his realm be? It's hard to say who protects who. The point is that the old man on the ground has no strength of character, and his strength of character is completely different. Even if they get together, they will definitely not be able to talk together.

The old blind man had a good temperament, and said with a smile, "That's right, as expected of my disciple, he dares to look down on an Ascension Realm. Very good, then there's no need for him to live."

The Ascension Realm on the ground, seeing that the opportunity was not good, stood up quickly and pleaded bitterly: "Li Huai, today's kindness of life, I will definitely repay it with death in the future."

It knows who the old blind man is, and he is definitely not a joker.

Li Huai asked: "Can you stop being a direct heir and be an anonymous disciple?"

The old blind man nodded and said, "Of course."

Li Huai sighed, looked at the old blind man behind his hands, and then at the old Longshan Gong with a flattering smile. What is it all about.

Li Huai quietly said to Li Baoping: "When I learn the skills, I will help you beat up this anonymous master. Anyway, anonymous, it's not like bullying the master and destroying the ancestors."

Li Baoping said with a smile: "Even the seniors can hear it."

Li Huai laughed, and walked quickly to the old blind man, skillfully rubbing his shoulders and back.

The old man in yellow immediately felt that the old blind man had a good eye for accepting Uncle Li as his apprentice. It was just worried that its job would not be guaranteed, so it was snatched by Li Huai.

Li Huai suddenly stopped, thinking of Yang's shop for no reason, feeling a little sad.

The old blind man said: "There is no need to do this. It is a great blessing to let go when you are old."

Li Huai scratched her head, "I hope so."

The old blind man asked, "Would you like to go to the mountain to have a look first, or go directly to the city?"

Li Huai waved his hand, "Let's take a stroll around the top of my own mountain!"

Li Baoping did not go with him.

Taking the old blind man to the hut on the top of Shiwan Dashan, Li Huai looked around and felt that he had fallen into a den of thieves. The reason why the old blind man accepted apprentices was because he was short of money.

Li Huai glanced at the old dog that had recovered its real body, lying on the side, wagging its tail slightly, Li Huai and the old blind man asked, "What's for dinner?"