A foreign scholar named Chen Zhuoliu sent a flying sword message to Luopo Mountain in Changchun Palace. Then he walked across the capital of Dali. He walked south and slowly traveled to the New Year shop in Qilong Lane in the town. He saw the shopkeeper Shi Rou and the young man named Aman. When he was weighing his money bag to choose pastries, Jia Sheng, the shopkeeper of the Caotou Shop next door, came to visit again. Now the Taoist robe on the old god is much simpler than before. After all, the realm is now higher, and the robe is everything outside the body. He pays too much attention and falls behind. Chen Zhuoliu glanced at the old Taoist priest and smiled. Jia Sheng noticed the other party's gaze and nodded.

After Chen Zhuoliu left the New Year shop, he went to the Yang family shop and failed to see Old Man Yang. He was a little regretful. He had known that he would have come here to talk about some old history.

Chen Lingjun rushed to Yu Feng and received a secret letter from Fei Jian. The good brother said that he would arrive at the town on time today, and the two sides met in the Qilong Lane shop. Chen Lingjun went down the mountain one hour in advance, and three sword talismans hung around his waist. Before going down the mountain, he would lend one with Xiaomili and Sha Nuanshu. At that time, he would give his own one to Chen Zhuoliu. What to borrow? What to borrow? It’s not a little bit of a luxury. When he arrived at the Qilong Lane shop, he waited for about an hour, and it was not a big deal to just eat melon seeds. He was bored. Chen Lingjun teased the introverted little Aman, saying that he would learn how to walk on the stakes. It was too difficult. I passed on you a brilliant boxing technique that is not easily spread by his own boxing. It is called Centipede Bong. It is excellent to practice this boxing in this Qilong Lane outside this door.

But the guy just stood on the bench behind the counter, flipping through books, and ignored the boy in blue.

Chen Lingjun put his hands on his back and went to the shop next door to chat with his old friend Jia Sheng, patted his chest and said that he wanted Brother Jia to see a new friend. However, when the appointment was made, another stick of incense was passed. Chen Lingjun squatted at the door of the shop, but still couldn't wait for Chen Zhuoliu, so he ran back to the New Year shop and asked Shi Rou if there was a scholar with a backpacker today. Shi Rou said that there was one, and he bought pastries in the shop an hour ago, and then left. Chen Lingjun stomped his feet and used a trick to trick him.

Yufeng took off and looked down at the earth above the town, but still couldn't see the familiar figure of that friend. What a strange thing. Could it be that he had just been rushing to Yufeng before and didn't look into the mountains, which made both sides miss it. In fact, one went out of the mountain and the other went into the mountain? Chen Lingjun rushed to Luopo Mountain again, but after asking Xiaomili, he didn't seem to see Chen Zhuoliu. Chen Lingjun squatted on the ground, hugged his head with his hands, sighing, what was going on?

In fact, Chen Zhuoliu was sitting outside the hut basking in the sun.

The dragon-killer does not cut the dragon when he reaches the water, just like a fisherman does not cast a net when he reaches the water, and a woodcutter does not cut wood when he enters the mountains and forests.

It's okay.

Just wait patiently, something even more strange will happen next. Chen Zhuoliu must not miss it again this time. That is a feat that has not been seen in a thousand years.

Since Old Man Yang was not in the town and walked out of the thousands of years of painting land as a prison, then at present, Chen Zhuoliu, the only one who noticed this clue in Longzhou was discovered. Wei Bo, the king of Piyun Mountain, could not do it. Not only was the reason why the king of Beiyue Mountain, but even he was "Chen Zhuoliu", because of his "seclusion" for many years, following some clues, and the involvement of the cause and effect of killing the dragon, as well as the art of mental arithmetic evolution, he derived subtle signs of this change.

But he was a little curious, did the embroidered tiger know about this?

———

In the wild world, outside a thatched hut on the top of a hundred thousand mountains, the old blind man was hunched over, facing the mountains and rivers that were occupied by him alone.

He once cut out two eyeballs with his own hands and threw one into Haoran and the other into Qingming.

The mountains and rivers in front of you are thousands of miles away, and there is no one. It is too clean, too clean.

An old dog crawled at the door, looked up slightly, and looked at the old guy standing by the cliff. He didn't fall down and just fell to death. He had such a small disappointment every day.

The old blind man asked, "Do you know why Aliang engraved the letters and left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but did not return home?"

The old dog in the Ascension Realm shook his head, "I don't know."

The old blind man scolded: "What a dog's brain!"

The old dog is not depressed at all, but he just wants to say otherwise? What else can it be? Old blind man, you like to tell lies. If we change our realms, haha.

After leaving the Overlord Mountain, Aliang went directly to the Lizhu Cave Heaven, and then ascended to the Baiyujing, Qingming Tianxia. In Tianwaitian, he fought against the Dao Lao Er wrestled with the second brother.

After entering the 14th realm sword cultivator, he still did not go to the Middle Earth Divine Island where his hometown was, but returned directly to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then suppressed him under the Tuoyue Mountain. One of the two ancient ascension platforms was asked by three sword cultivators to sword Tuoyue Mountain and cut off the path that was originally expected to reopen the mutual connection between heaven and man. The so-called connection between heaven and earth is ultimately to allow future practitioners to go to the broken heaven with thousands of gods in the past. No one can refine that ruin, and even the ancestors of the Three Sects could only impose restrictions on it.

The old blind man reached out and grabbed one side of his shriveled cheek, "Just Aliang's virtue, if he had not broken the realm, how could he not go to his hometown and old friend... pretend to brag? That guy wouldn't have to say "The sword cultivator at the 14th realm is nothing great," he would definitely say that. Just stick out his butt and you will know what he ate."

The watchdog nodded and suddenly said, "I know, Aliang has a home and is a betrayal dog. Anyway, scholars are like this. In fact, our world is almost the same. It's okay to say that anyone else in Haoran will enter the fourteenth realm as a sword cultivator, which will cause the entire ancient gods outside the world to flock to Haoran, no matter what camps they are divided into in history, it is very likely that they will rush into Haoran's world. No wonder the old scholar does not want his disciples to enter this realm. Not to mention it is too dangerous, but will cause a big disaster. This makes sense. The little girl who had entered the fourteenth realm when she first entered the fourteenth realm, it seems that it was a way to carefully blame Haoran's world."

The old blind man sneered: "It's not a pig's brain."

The old dog has no choice but to scold, and you will only bully a loyal dog.

Old blind man, you said you are guarding the fourteen realms and have a good time with the ancestor of Tuoyueshan. If you win, the whole wild world will be your territory. Otherwise, you will go to the Middle Earth Confucian Temple to make a big fuss and will definitely help you make such a small family business as a hundred thousand mountains.

Asking Yueshan Grand Ancestor and Wen Hai to be well-off, why would Xiao Yan be so reluctant to let me ignore me and earth? A man who could not even Chen Qing control his hiding official, in the Hero Spirit Hall, in the Fourteenth Realm of the Dao? It turns out that in addition to giving the wild world a top combat power, there are other plans. When the old dog thinks of these twists and turns, he has a great headache, and then immediately feels that the old blind man is actually quite kind. If he really slips his foot and falls off the cliff, he will just die.

The old blind man turned his head and looked at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, then glanced at Tuoyue Mountain, and when he thought of the current advancement route in the wild world, he always felt that something was wrong everywhere.

It is really okay to have a pair of eyes or not. It’s just that people can’t see it for thousands of years. However, some young people, blind people, do not hurt others in their mouths, still appreciate them in their hearts. However, there are too few such people, and they don’t seem to be very good at the end of each.

The old blind man sighed for the first time, "It's time to win a pleasing disciple."

The old dog said tremblingly: "If it's not that Master Yin Guan, that guy looked at me wrongly. What are you looking at? It's like staring at a plate of dishes."

The more I spoke, the more angry I became. The old dog raised his head, stretched out a claw, and gently stroked it on the ground, but only digging out some traces. Obviously, he didn't dare to make too much noise, but his tone was extremely angry. "If it weren't for the many things at home and I really couldn't get rid of it, I would have gone to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to cut him half to death. There was no flying sword, but I didn't know how to do sword skills or something."

The old blind man sneered: "Even the Dragon Lord can't kill him, why do you? Cut off the meat as a food and drink to kill our hidden official?"

The old dog crawled on the ground again and sighed, "That thief-headed and deaf child doesn't know how to come here to worship the mountain first, so he detours the way south. It's not a good thing. Master, let's just forget it?"

The old blind man appeared next to the old dog without any warning, raised his foot and stepped heavily on its back. A series of crisp sounds burst out like firecrackers, rubbing his chin with one hand, "You sneak to Haoran Tianxia Baopingzhou, help me find a young man named Li Huai, and bring it back. Once done, you will restore your freedom and jump around in the wilderness in the future."

The old dog started to pretend to be dead.

Compared to free self, of course, it is more important to save your life. Now I run to Haoran World, especially the Treasure Aquarius, where dog meat is not on the table? I must have been stewed thoroughly by the embroidered tiger.

The old blind man kicked the old dog away and said to himself: "Does it really mean that I really want to go to Baopingzhou by myself? Is there anyone who takes the pole to accept disciples?"

———

Feiran was left at Taoye Dune by Zhou Mi.

At the time of parting, Zhou Mi seemed to be seriously injured, and she could make a peak of the 14th level turn slightly pale.

At that time, Zhou Mi had extremely sharp sword energy and remnants of the Daoyi, and also had a lingering strange fist energy.

After Feiran threw away the book seal, he returned to the military tent first. For some reason, the Jiazi tent clogs, or Zhou Qinggao, the Zhou Mi's closed disciple, had already been waiting there. He said that he would travel to Tongyezhou with Feiran next, and then go to the Luhua Island Creation Cave. Feiran actually admired this young man very much, but he didn't like this kind of a bad feeling of being in a matchmaker and hitting walls everywhere. However, since Zhou Qinggao has come, it must be Zhou Mi's instructions. As for what Feiran himself thinks, it is no longer important.

Feiran only asked one question, what will happen to the Mirage City of the Daquan Dynasty?

Zhou Qinggao smiled and answered two words, but still.

Feiran took Zhou Qinggao back to Zhaoping Peak, and then went south together. Feiran landed in a deserted city on earth, walking together on a stone arch bridge with lush grass and trees.

The blue shirt and sword covered with sword, covered with skin, stopped and stood at the top of the stone bridge arc, asking, "Since we have chosen to make a desperate bet, why do we still have to divide the troops from Dongbao Pingzhou and Nanposa Forest to take down one of the continents? According to the current style of fighting, it is no longer a war, but a broken can. Fuyaozhou and Jinjiazhou will not make up for subsequent troops, and they will rush to Baopingzhou and Posa Forest. What is this? No one has any objection to the major military tents? As long as we occupy one of the continents, whatever one is, and after the Baopingzhou, we will continue to fight Beijuluzhou and Nanposa Forest, and use the Golden Jiazhou as the Dadukou and continue to attack Liuxiazhou, then this battle can continue to be consumed. It will be fine for another decade or one hundred years. We have a great chance of victory."

Especially Baopingzhou, with Dali Aidu as the dividing line between the north and south of a continent, demons emerged everywhere in the entire southern coastal area and appeared from the sea.

Zhou Qinggao said: "I had this doubt before, but the sir never answered."

Feiran reached out to wipe the jade white bridge railing, his palms were covered with dust, and he was silent for a moment, and then asked, "What did the great ancestor of Yueshan think?"

Zhou Qinggao thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I didn't dare to ask the sir about this."

Feiran finally asked, "Why don't you follow your husband."

Zhou Qinggao still shook his head, "Mr. Tell me, the student to do what he shouldn't ask. Just don't ask a word, don't think about what he shouldn't think about... just think less."

Feiran turned around, leaned back against the bridge railing, leaned back to look into the sky.

The empty sky, the empty heart.

After the slightest achievement of Taoism, Feiran was actually used to treating himself as a mountain person, but he still divided his hometown and Haoran's world very well. So it is better to make suggestions for the military account, but he needs to be in the sword.

It’s better to use a sword to kill people on the battlefield of the Great Wall, Feiran has no ambiguity. It’s just outside the battlefield, for example, in Tongyezhou, Feiran is very different from Yu Si, and the other two are still different from Zhou Qinggao, who is also in love with the knowledge of the vast hundred schools of thought, both sides are still different.

Zhou Qinggao smiled and said, "I don't drink alcohol, so I don't carry wine with me, otherwise I can make an exception and drink with Brother Feiran once."

Feiran shook his head, "Forget it, I can't drink wine."

If life is a arch bridge paved with year, month and day as bricks and stones. Then the ordinary masters at the foot of the mountain, at most, in their thirties, will almost reach the highest point of the arch bridge. Walking in it, you can look back on the bridge, but there is no way to go. So when you were a child, you were anxious to grow up. When you grew up, you were afraid of getting old. And the Qi practitioners who climbed the mountain and practiced Taoism seemed to have no such situation. In fact, once the monks became more decaying and had no hope of breaking the situation, they would only be more tormented than the vulgar people on the mountain.

Feiran suddenly laughed, "Our Master Yin Guan, named Chen Ping'an, seems to be the most uneasy. Thinking of this, I feel much better."

Feiran took out two pots of wine and threw it to Zhou Qinggao. Suddenly asked, "Tongyezhou has nothing to visit. Why not skip the Cave of Creation. Let's go directly to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and visit Lord Yinguan?"

Zhou Qinggao was hesitant.

Feiran patted the other person on the shoulder, "The time he passed by the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping'an ignored you. Now it's almost concluded. You two must have some chatter. As long as you get familiar with each other, you will know that he is more talkative than anyone else."

Zhou Qinggao nodded, took a sip of wine, and smiled and said, "Then try it. The premise is that you must ensure that I will not be beaten to death by him."

Feiran smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

———

On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a military monk and demon clan in the Longmen Realm was panting, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Before climbing to the city, I made an appointment with the famous Yinguan Lord. Both sides only practice swordsmanship and boxing. There is no need to divide life and death. If it loses, it will be a waste of time to travel to the northernmost part of the wild world. After getting off the city, I will immediately go back to the house. The Yinguan Lord gave a thumbs up and used the elegant language of the wild world that is more authentic than it, praising the eloquent spirit of doing things and the long-lost heroic spirit, so there is no problem at all.

So the fight was very exciting. In fact, this military monk was slashing with a knife on the top of the city alone. The young hidden official in a bright red robe slashed himself. Occasionally, he used a narrow knife hidden in the sheath to slash his scabbard to block one or two, otherwise he would seem insincere to treat the guests and easily make his opponent feel discouraged too early. In order to take care of the mood of this hero, Chen Ping'an also deliberately used the palm thunder technique, so that every time the scabbard and the blade bumps, bursts of snow-white lightning like a white snake would bloom.

At this time, with a narrow knife on the ground, looking at the guy who stopped holding the knife, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Are you tired of chopping, or will it be my turn?"

The demon cultivator immediately raised his chest and said proudly: "No, no, no, no, no, no! Let me slow down, why are you anxious?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You guest, come here without invitation. Shouldn't you be called Master Yinguan? But you have been waiting for you for a long time."

It shouted without hesitation: "Master Yin Guan."

He also added, "The reputation is well-deserved, and the boxing technique is good!"

Chen Ping'an suddenly looked around in a daze, but just instantly calmed down and waved to it, "Let's go back."

It's not really stupid, "Don't you kill me?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "This is the first time you have climbed the city to the top of the city, and you have never been to the battlefield. Maybe you will never have the chance to get close to this place in your life. What are you doing if you kill you?"

After he closed the knife, he clasped his fists and said, "It's a little inferior, Lord Yin Guan is indeed very fist."

Chen Ping'an held the handle of the knife with one hand and rubbed his eyebrows with the other. He looked at the guest who spoke in a humble manner and looked even more sincere. "When he returned to his hometown, he said that he had defeated the Yinguan. If an outsider asked me, I will help you smooth things over and admit this."

It was a little embarrassed and whispered, "This is not very good."

Chen Ping'an grabbed the hand and found that it was not good, so he immediately fled far away from the wind. After the "big demon" who was not very clear-headed, Chen Ping'an raised his head and found that there was no reason for a heavy snowfall, without any warning.

The wind, snow and clouds cover the sight.

Until today, I still doubt it.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to visit the old place again and eat a bowl of eel noodles I didn’t eat back then.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to return to my hometown and eat another meal of fried winter bamboo shoots that I never get tired of eating. Will the wine bowl on the table be replaced with a wine glass again?

Will you be taken to have a hot pot in the summer? Will there be an old man who deceives himself, one thing is to save another, and drinking can relieve the spicy food, which makes him almost burst into tears?

After so many years, after getting the travel notes of the mountains and rivers, I have been waiting for the arrival of this day, but I seem to be worried about the arrival of this day.

In an instant, the weather was in chaos, so that the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi was shocked. Chen Ping'an tried his best to calm his mind.

The mountains and rivers are reversed.

A blue-clothed scholar stood on the top of the city wall and turned to look at the young man, "You can go back."

Chen Ping'an took out the white jade hairpin and put it between his hair bun.

He stepped onto the city and squatted down, "Can I let me have a meal and drink a pot of wine first, and then make a decision when I have enough food?"

Cui Xian nodded, "The big things are gone, they are all small things."
Chapter completed!