Li Huai said with emotion: "If nothing else, I can have a conversation with Patriarch Youming, and this horse walking talisman is not in vain."

The young Taoist couldn't figure it out. Li Huai's awe for Guo Outing was beyond words. Coupled with his previous restraint from Li Yehou, Lord of the Lake, what's going on? You don't know what kind of swordsmanship A Liang has? What's the realm of the old blind man?

Don't you know? I don't see you flinching at all. You are so unruly.

A Liang continued to show off his extensive knowledge, "The white dragon that drags the boat forward through the water comes from the sea water picture in the mural of Anle Temple, and the other ink dragon comes from the "Dragon Raining Picture" in the temple.

I have seen both the sea water picture on the wall and the Peiyu picture scroll with my own eyes, and indeed each is missing a white dragon, the ink dragon."

"As for the group of experts who stood next to Guo Outing earlier, they are top-notch painting masters. Three of them are especially good at painting dragons. You should have seen their names in books. Chen Suo

Weng, the pen and ink are like iron hook locks, which can be used to capture dragon paintings. Fang Huqing is known as the cursive saint in paintings. In addition to painting dragons, he was invited to paint fish and dragons in the palace water and land paintings of all major dynasties.

Proud of the sea water. Dong Piling, before he practiced mountain climbing, was a court painter. He was once ordered to paint a dragon on the north wall of Yutang Courtyard. He used the brush very accurately. The result was that it was so lifelike that when the emperor put the finishing touch with his brush, the heaven and earth reacted.

Clouds and mist formed, and the water patterns on the wall looked like turbulent waves, which scared a large group of dragons and grandsons who came to appreciate the paintings to cry."

It was rare for Li Huai to say a kind word to A Liang, "You know a lot."

A Liang raised his head and took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said with deep eyes, "I know a lot, but I am afraid of remembering it. That's why I drink."

Life is in this world, and the dust is suddenly passing away. The years and lives are passing away, just like the river flowing, and we will not see you again soon. The earth is like a man, speeding towards death, unwilling to rest for a while, weeping for it, and not allowed to think about it.

I always spend my life in a drunken country, riding a horse while drunk and returning in the middle of the month.

Li Huai asked in confusion: "Where did you get the Bright Moon Wine?"

Earlier at Li Yehou's residence, everyone drank a pot, and everyone drank.

A Liang immediately smiled playfully and said, "I was a guest many years ago. Brother Yehou insisted that I move the Bai Lai Tan. Otherwise, I won't let you go. It's hard to refuse such hospitality. I have no choice but to accept it. Please drink quickly.

I haven’t finished drinking it after drinking it for so many years.”

As a swordsman, he has traveled far and wide many times and has friends all over the world. Just to hold the wine, he has to fill it with two things that are close to each other.

It is better to compete with the people on the mountain than with wine.

As for the things close by, of course they were borrowed. He was a poor man and only had many love debts.

A Liang sighed, "I have too many friends, I can't finish the wine, and I'm worried about people. There was once a Shanshui Di newspaper in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, which was famous for its fairness. It selected the top ten monks with the best reputation on the mountain, and I was at the top."

Pat the horse's back.

A white horse with a silver saddle and dancing stars.

A Liang followed the jolting horseback, swaying, drinking and shouting: "My temperament is as cold as ice, my character is as hard as iron, I am the swordsman A Liang, one of the most handsome men in the world!"

Li Huai endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said seriously: "A Liang, as your good brother, can I have a word of conscience?"

A Liang glanced at Li Huai. It was rare for the little bastard to look so serious. He was probably going to tell some heart-wrenching nonsense.

Ah Liang drank wine, waved his hand, and just let his horse come over.

Li Huai whispered: "If your parents are still okay, just have another child. You are considered useless."

A Liang spurted out a mouthful of wine.

The young Taoist worked hard not to laugh.

Ah Liang raised his fist and slapped his back, causing the old man in yellow to fly backwards again.

A Liang calmed down his expression, glanced at the building boat, and frowned slightly.

An Iron Tree Mountain is formed by Guo Lotin's piles of broken mountains, which can be regarded as a gesture of punishment.

According to the promise, as long as the iron tree in Zongmen's Ancestral Mountain does not bloom for a day, Guo Loting will not bloom for a day.

As a rule, flowers are not planted on Tieshu Mountain, so how can they bloom?

The man who almost hacked Guo Outing to death was the later Dragon Slayer, the preacher Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, who was also Han Qiaose, Liu Chicheng's nominal master.

According to legend, the first time "Tieshu Mountain bloomed" was when Zheng Juzhong was climbing the mountain. After that, the Tieshu Mountain no longer bloomed.

Ah Liang knows a lot of old stories like this.

Nowadays, in the land and water transportation in the world, there is Mrs. Dandan named Qingzhong, but outside of the land, there is still no legitimate master of water transportation.

The key is that Zhigui, who was born in Lizhu Cave Heaven, is not even the Duke of Qidu now. You must know that even Dadu in Luzhou, Beiju, has Duke Lingyuan and Marquis Longting.

Guo Outing of Tieshu Mountain is followed by a group of dragon painting masters. Since they are gathered together in such a grand manner, then it is not a conspiracy, but should it be a reminder?

Reasonable.

What do all those who draw dragons in the world hope for most? Of course, there are real dragons in the world, and people can see their true appearance.

During Aliang's trip to Aquarius Island, before encountering Fengxue Temple in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he also passed by a large river near Jiang's family in Yunlin, and he had a lot of literary luck and dragon spirit.

The next general trend of the world will be more complicated and more undercurrent.

Haoran Jiuzhou, which originally seemed to be divided into separate territories, was forcibly connected by a tragic war, and people and things became more and more tightly networked.

Sitting on the horse, A Liang suddenly began to gloat over his misfortune.

The young Taoist shrank his neck.

Li Huai asked: "What's wrong?"

A Liang smiled and said: "It's okay, it's just that after feeling sorry for the two girls, I started to feel sorry for brother Ding. That's the only thing I'm not good at, I'm soft-hearted."

Over there on the building boat.

An old alchemist asked curiously: "Master Guo, that A Liang, has he really reached the fourteenth realm? Was he just wiped out of the fourteenth realm by Tuoyue Mountain?"

Guo Outing said: "I don't know why I fell down. But A Liang must have been among the fourteenth realm."

A building boat shuddered slightly.

Guo Outing pressed the knife with one hand and raised it with the other, signaling everyone not to move rashly.

A rickety old man with no eyesight, one hand behind his back and one hand against his chin. He stood alone not far away and grinned: "How can you be so arrogant after seeing my disciple? You are not willing to go to the shore. On the road to Huangquan

,Are you walking in such a hurry?"

Li Huai was both the first and last disciple of this old blind man.

But now the old blind man is only half of Li Huai's master. On the contrary, the old blind man just likes this, which makes no sense.

A Liang no longer cares about life or death on the building ship.

He just raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The heroes in the world can save the world.

It must also be able to make up for the shortcomings.

The three previous gatherings were actually just a spectacle.

The subsequent private gatherings, visits, and secret discussions are the real highlight.

For example, there was an Xianjia Liquor Shop on the Parrot Island that was originally ignored.

It was the Huangliang shop that first opened in Daoxuanshan. The old shopkeeper was lying on the counter playing with the caged martial bird. The young shopkeeper was worried because he heard that A Liang was about to arrive.

The old shopkeeper's girl was in the exact opposite mood to the young clerk. She was sitting at a table in the corner, busy dressing up. There were bottles and cans on the table piled up like a mountain. The woman was hesitating whether to draw her eyebrows.

Or does it look better with new sideburns and crescent eyebrows? Looking left and right in front of a dressing mirror, she suddenly changed her mind and felt that she had a pair of red and phoenix eyes. If she made the upper eyelid line darker, the lower eyelid line would be darker.

It's shallower. I can't help but be more in line with the so-called "beautiful and charming" in those pornographic novels. It just affects the whole body with a single move, changing the eyebrows and makeup, including the dimples, lipstick and hairpins.

They all need to be replaced, wouldn’t they worry about people?

In the shop now, the guests include the ancestor Wei of the military strategist, Mr. Fan from the merchant, a young head of the Lu family of the Yin-Yang family, two ancestors of the novelist. As well as a swordsman who is used to crossing the sword behind him, the Mohist ranger Xu Ruo .

One of Mr. Fan's retainers got drunk and was encouraging his tablemate Xu Ruo to drink. He found an opportunity to kill the coward with a sword.

As a result, the wine shop owner's daughter slapped the table and cursed her.

In a mansion in Aotou Mountain, the five tiger kings of the Central Earth Divine Continent gathered together for the first time. As a result, two groups of guests came to visit together. One party wanted to ask the great god of Jiuyi Mountain for a few pots of calamus, which contained cultural fortune, and the other party They were several young swordsmen from the Shaoyuan Dynasty. Zhu Mei wanted to see the female tiger in Yanzhi Mountain who had made an alliance with him, so the five tigers dispersed, and soon other guests came one after another. In the end, there were no more guests. A tiger has time to spare.

In a secret water palace above Yuanyangzhu, Marquis Li Ye of Jiaoyue Lake and the other four lake monarchs were also chatting, but no one invited Mrs. Dandan from Lushuikeng.

Liu Hui, who had fallen from the Ascension Realm to become an immortal, together with the two immortals Cong Qian and Qin Zao, found Qi Tingji. Liu Hui was yelling at Wanyan Laojing, an old bastard.

Huaiyin found Liu Jubao, the God of Wealth. Liu Youzhou and Huai Qian were old friends. Liu Youzhou hesitated to speak because Yu Xuanfu was also here now, but her marriage to Huai Qian seemed to have ended.

Mrs. Huansha, who came here with the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, took the initiative to find Wei Ying, the leader of the Yugui Sect, and asked about the current situation of the Daquan Dynasty.

Cao Ci and Yuan Yu were walking together on the tree-lined path of Aotou Mountain. They met two people coming down the mountain, Xu Xuan and Lin Su from Luzhou, Beiju.

In the two chess games on Aotou Mountain, today one is no longer Lin Junbi Shou Lei, but Yu Qingqing, and the person playing chess is Fu Qi from Baidi City. The other is Xu Bai playing against a little heavenly master from Longhu Mountain.

The head of the Jiang family in Yunlin left the rest of his descendants and only took Jiang Yun on a boat trip to Yuanyangzhu. The two outsiders on the boat were the contemporary heads of the family who lived in the mansion of the descendants of the four great saints.

Panshui County. Master Huolong took the initiative to visit Mrs. Qingzhong. When they met, he congratulated her, "Hey, you have been promoted. What a great official."

Master Huolong of Zhongtu Mountain is almost very familiar with Master Huolong, and this fat woman from Lushui Keng is certainly no exception. Mrs. Dandan, whose name is Qingzhong, is really the most afraid of the old guy in front of her.

An old man as thin as a bamboo pole, short in stature, wearing purple clothes and white hair, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He had some setbacks in recruiting apprentices at that market place before. Accepting a disciple is so difficult.

A dull man, wearing straw sandals, walked around the world. He was the fourth generation of the Mohist family.

In Yuanyangzhu, led by Zhang Tiaoxia, nicknamed Long Bo, a group of fishermen appeared.

And this old man with long eyebrows who seemed to have a pleasant appearance with everyone was recognized as the leader of martial arts in the world before Pei Bei's rise.

Not far to the left of Zhang Tiaoxia, there is a middle-aged man sitting on a small bamboo stool with a small fish basket tied around his waist. He likes to visit ancient battlefield sites and catch heroic spirits and sinister ghosts.

There are three other people on the right, two masters and apprentices from Leigong Temple in Aaizhou, Pei Axiang and Liu Suiyu.

And Wang Fusu, an old and reckless man from Luzhou in Beiju who had just arrived at the waterside, sat between Zhang Tiaoxia and Pei Axiang and said with a smile: "Isn't this sister Axiang?"

Wang Fuxun is now enshrined by the Lu family of the Dayuan Dynasty. This time he came here just because he had nothing to do and was bored, so he came out to take a breath.

The fragrance of Pei A turned a deaf ear.

Zhang Tiaoxia asked with a smile: "How about Li Er's fist and kick?"

Wang Fusu sneered and said: "Generally speaking, the punches are not heavy and the kicks are not fast. If you hadn't asked about it, I wouldn't bother to say more."

Zhang Tiaoxia nodded slightly, doubtful.

In his early years, when Wang Fusu was trying to become a "god", he went crazy. In his small world, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, lakes and seas steamed, mountains and land sank, and the weather was in chaos. The martial artist's pure energy was imprisoned by the joint efforts of several sword immortals.
To be continued...