Wei Bo clicked and chatted a little while, but he didn't want to reveal more. There were blank spaces in calligraphy and paintings, and the conversation was the same.

A white dressed in a wind blew into the air, floating in the sea of ​​clouds and mountains.

After leaving Luopo Mountain, Wei Bo slowed down his speed, picked up clouds of clouds, pinched snowballs, and continued to increase the weight. Finally, he hugged his hands together and squeezed them hard. Finally, Wei Bo had a white ball the size of a pebble appeared in the palm of his hand. He found one of the sources of the town Longxu River in the air, and gently threw it towards the stream in the mountains. The white ball fell into it. Soon a green fish swallowed it into the belly, and then flowed downwards, out of the mountain, the green cow's back, the stone arch bridge, the blacksmith shop, and then fell from the waterfall at the junction of the Longxu River and the Tiefu River with the rapid flow.

The river is surging, and time passes. On the old willow tree with the main trunk above the water, the iron fu River water god named Wanhua is sitting on the willow tree, closing his eyes and concentrating his mind, covering his armor to cover his face. Suddenly, Jiang Shen, the woman who was surging with her hands, suddenly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand. A lively bluefish was grabbed by her hand. She cut open the abdomen of the bluefish with a finger to the blade, and then found the white ball with abundant spiritual energy. She gently wiped the thumb, first sewed the abdomen of the bluefish that was "sending a letter" again, and slid it into the river from the palm of her hand. After the bluefish entered the water, she was extremely happy, and the fish scales seemed to have a more spiritual luster.

Yanghua lowered her head and stared at the white balls in her palm, which were mixed with strands of cloud roots, which were extremely precious. For any river god, this is a great supplement. In the eyes of the mountain and water gods, there are also their own mountain delicacies, water essence, cloud roots, etc., which are condensed into substances from the illusory mountain and water aura, to remove the drought and retain the essence. This is like the dragon-slaying platform for magic weapons and weapons, snake gallstones for evil species of dragons, and is of extraordinary significance.

Yanghua looked up and looked at it. In the clouds and mist, a man in white stood on the top of the mountains, with a golden ring hanging on one ear.

She had seen this man with her own eyes and Xu Ruo, a hero of the Mo family, who was one of the gatekeepers of Dali, ride the black snake with an average road, and go backwards along the river to the mountains. But Yang Hua did not expect that Wei Bo would actually become the god of the North Mountain of Dali, with a rank far above her.

For some reason, Yang Hua wanted to show kindness to herself and her status was unstable, so she needed to win over the hearts of the people?

Yang Hua sneered, clenched her fists, and without hesitation, squeezing the white balls in her palm, all the spiritual energy flowed into her body, her hair was flying, and the river water under her feet was waving, as if she was happy for her master's increasing cultivation.

Wei Bo retracted his sight from the distance to Tiefujiang and returned to his old nest, Piyun Mountain.

Yufeng passed by the hills, and occasionally a Qi-training man said hello at his feet. Wei Bo used to answer with a smile, but today he didn't feel like this.

He just came to an iron lock cable bridge hanging on the top of two mountain peaks. It was not yet completed and was wide enough for two carriages to pass through. No matter how strong the wind was, it would only shake the cable bridge slightly. The wind was too big, and the cable bridge was shaking. The Mohist Qi training craftsmen and mechanical masters responsible for building the bridges would have a hard requirement and would never cut corners. The green ebony that lays the bridge deck is extremely tough. The sword cultivator of the lower five realms would only pierce a hole in the bridge deck at most, and the iron lock was made of top-grade fine iron.

After all, at the foot of the mountain, a century-old brand shop is just a golden signboard, but on the long mountain where you live for more than five hundred years, you dare to talk about a time-honored brand.

When this white-clothed mountain god walked on the black black bridge, the contrast was clear, and it made people feel "high and high".

Wei Bo stopped, held the bridge railing with one hand, and looked up.

He knew that at least half the reason why he was able to become the master god of the North Mountain of Dali was because of the man wearing a hat and a bamboo sword.

Because Dali found out that he had inexplicably broken the ban after meeting that man and returned to the mountain god of Qidun Mountain from the desolate landlord.

It was the credit of that bamboo knife that Wei Bo himself realized it a long time later. As time went by, Wei Bo gradually realized the unusualness of his golden body.

Can a bowl and plate hold a tank of water? Of course not. Even though he was once the God of the Northern Mountain in the Divine Water Kingdom, he was a top god who could accommodate a lot of incense, but was later imprisoned by the chess fairy with supreme magical powers. However, if you want to accept all the incense and spiritual energy from the Great Li Beiyue realm, when Wei Bo just left Qidun Mountain, he felt it was impossible and overestimated. It was hard to say that a slut was shaking a tree, but it was definitely a child who swung a hammer and hit an iron, which would sooner or later damage his muscles and bones and damage his vitality.

But now, Wei Bo's control over more than 30 mountains is simply easy to do.

Therefore, Wei Bo is willing to give Chen Ping'an the greatest kindness and is willing to take him to walk through mountains and rivers, similar to posting a signature from Dali Beiyue on the young man.

First, Chen Ping'an is not annoying, second, to repay Aliang's kindness, third, Aliang may return to the world.

The third reason is the biggest.

Wei Bo was afraid that if Aliang really returned to this world, once he felt that he was not doing it properly, then a bamboo knife in Qidun Mountain could make his realm rise for thousands of miles. I am afraid that a bamboo knife under Piyun Mountain would knock him back to his original form. If it were Wei Bo in Qidun Mountain, he would not care so much, but Wei Bo could not do it now.

Because of the girl who practiced in the Changchun Palace of Dali.

Wei Bo turned his head north, looked at the distant north of Dali, narrowed his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "You must live a good life. Don't like scholars again in this life. Scholars are the most infatuated people."

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Outside the bamboo building on the mountain of Desolate Mountain, after hearing the story that was far away in the sky, the child in Qing was thinking of eating an ordinary snake gall stone to suppress shock.

While chewing the snake gallstone, the little boy in green was thinking about the sad appearance of Chen Ping'an turning his head to look at the bamboo building before, and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect our master to cry. He is really a person of temperament. He was so moved just by listening to a story that doesn't matter to him. I believe that the master will definitely be very exciting in the future. When he saw injustice, he yelled. When he saved the little lady, he agreed to him. The master turned into a small white strip in the waves..."

The boy in green has imagined Chen Ping'an's world as beautiful as he imagined. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. When he thought of such a stubborn and boring guy, he was brought to his arms one day by a female hero in the world, it was so interesting.

The girl in the pink skirt was still immersed in the shock before. She looked complicated and was worried inside. She asked softly to the little boy in green: "You said that the demon clan in the world is so cruel and tyrannical. Why can we still be at peace with the gods on the mountain in Haoran? Why don't the Qi training genius just kill us?"

The young boy in Qing thought about it and replied casually: "Maybe he thinks we are just a piece of shit on the side of the road. If he steps on the dirty shoes, he will dislike it."

The girl in the pink skirt was skeptical, but she couldn't think of a unique insight that could convince herself, so she had to keep this worry and uneasy in her heart for the time being.

Wei Bo had already left, and Chen Ping'an did not rush to get up and return to the bamboo building, sitting quietly on the small bamboo chair alone. The mountain wind in early spring was still cold, blowing the boy's temples and hair flying freely.

Before Wei Bo left, he said with a smile, "Rumor is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength."

Chen Ping'an clearly remembered that he met on the Tiefu River for the first time. Someone held a hat in one hand and tapped the handle of a bamboo knife with the other. He said in a very bragging manner, "I can't find a sword worthy of me for the time being, which is used to humiliate the people who use swords in the world."

Wei Bo also said, "Some people say he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. When he fought with the great demon, the sword he used was not the best, but he was used to it and was reluctant to replace it. After it was crushed, he naturally needed to change it, a better sword!"

"Imagine if you can find a weapon that makes Aliang feel is handy, or even a sword, which can help the master improve his combat power at a certain level, one is enough, and only one realm needs to be increased. Then he is the peak combat power at the top of the fourteenth realm! As a sword cultivator, you may also fight against the ancestors of the three religions, the Taoist ancestor Buddha, and the most saint master!"

"I can't imagine what kind of Aliang would be when he found that sword?"

After Wei Bo said this last sentence, he left, full of anticipation and admiration, like a small hill looking up at a towering mountain.

After walking into the landscape painting of Master Wen Sheng, Chen Ping'an slashed the sword.

Chen Ping'an only now knows what Aliang has given up.

That rainy night, walking down the mountain with Aliang.

"You took away what I thought was the one in my pocket."

"If you don't have the ability to engrave two or three words there in the future, I won't cut you down."

Chen Ping'an did not understand what these words said by the man from the hat, Yun Ningfeng, meant. Because Aliang said it very lightly, the young man had no idea of ​​the real weight.

The boy didn't know how good that sword was at that time.

I don’t know how strong Aliang was at that time.

If Chen Ping'an knew about this early before leaving, before Aliang left, he would definitely ask the fairy sister who was transformed into the sword spirit, and ask her if she could, and change her master, the man named Aliang, and he was a swordsman and was very good.

Aliang didn't say it, the boy didn't know.

Only when Aliang left did the boy realize it.

Such a Liang.

How stupid.

Why should he call himself a bad person?

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a long time before he stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. The young boy in green asked in a low voice: "Master, are you okay? Are you scared by the stories Wei Bo told? Don't be afraid of those, such as the Great Wall of the Sword Qi of the Mountain, what about Aliang, the Great Demon Sword Immortal, who is separated from us by 11,000 miles. The sky is not afraid of falling. The Confucian saints are not just good-mouthed and have no ability to fight. Besides, that swordsman with a strange name, no matter how powerful it is, it has nothing to do with us. This kind of person must be three heads and six arms, and he is evil. He kills gods when he sees gods, kills immortals when he sees immortals. Even if he has the chance to meet such a person, I don't want to see him. It's too terrible. I guess if you sneeze, you can blow my bones into a breath of wind..."

Chen Ping'an patted the head of the nagging boy in green and smiled and said, "I'm fine."

He came to the second floor, held the locust wood sword, walked to the corridor under the eaves, raised it high towards the dome of the sky, and said a few words in his heart.

"I'm a swordsman."

"That's all."
Chapter completed!