Sword of Coming

At dawn, the old man in black robe has put away the fishing rod. The silver carp is naturally fond of the moonlight and afraid of the sun. Only at night will it leave the water and swim around to look for food. If it accidentally bites the hook during the day, even if it is dragged When they get ashore, the psychic silver carp will also choose to burn both the jade and the stone, causing the spiritual energy of the two dragon's whiskers to dissipate. Although it will not completely become a vulgar object, it will inevitably lose its quality.

However, the three of them were not discouraged. They fished for big fish in the lake, not to mention spiritual fish such as silver carp, but also the big green and grassy fish that ordinary mountain fishermen longed for. It was common to wait all night without any results. things. After the old man put away his pole, he began to replace the fishing lines and hooks, especially the fishhook, which became extremely exquisite and exquisite, only the size of a thumb. The young man also began to rearrange the nest materials, which cost more money, probably to catch the rarer golden color. It's a fish.

The young man remembered something, turned to look at the big tree, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, if you want to catch the cockroach, it depends purely on luck. There are no taboos. Do you want to go fishing together in the middle of the lake? I have bamboo Raft, we can raft fishing together.”

The female attendant intended to stop him, but it was too late.

The young man took out a thick copper coin as big as a child's hand, rubbed it gently with the palms of his hands, and conjured a finger-length pocket bamboo raft out of thin air. The young man took a gentle breath, and then threw it into the lake. The bamboo raft suddenly appeared It grew bigger and the lake rippled.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, jumped off the branch, and walked towards the shore.

The woman used the art of gathering sound to form a thread, reminding the black-robed old man that the young man was also a martial artist, and his level was not lower than hers.

Last night this man was sleeping in a tree, his breathing was long and long, like gurgling water, his fist intention was pure and concentrated, he was a true master in martial arts.

A martial artist's deep sleep can generally only be achieved after reaching the third realm of refining the gods, and then he can reach a state where he seems to be sleeping but not sleeping. The fist intention flows throughout the body, as if he is protected by gods.

Therefore, this young ranger is probably the son of a wealthy family.

The old man in black robe told the woman with the ripples in his heart, "I am only worried about those earth immortal wild cultivators with shady origins. If you are a young martial artist with high attainments, you don't have to worry too much. Our Sanlang Temple is not afraid of those hilltops that are not long-legged." . Don’t worry, Fishing, I will keep an eye on him more. The young master is wearing a robe and a pill at the same time, which can withstand two full blows from the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, and there will be no mistakes."

Chen Pingan stepped onto the bamboo raft. The woman was skillful in holding the bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft slowly rowed towards the center of the lake. She sat on the bench that the young man handed over to her. Chen Pingan thanked him, took out his own fishing rod from something close by, and made a specially made one. Naturally, the bait can only be borrowed from the young master. The woman's eyes were slightly strange. It was unusual for a martial artist to carry a small thing with him. He was indeed a wealthy grandson. The old man didn't take it seriously and looked calm. He and his young master chatted with the young ranger who had taken off his bamboo hat. Both of them had a good understanding and did not mention their names and family backgrounds.

A martial artist wearing a robe and walking around means that this person has not yet reached the third level of martial arts and god refining.

The young man, who was born into a noble family, obviously had not traveled much in the world. After throwing the pole with Chen Ping'an, he said bluntly: "Sir, I think those of us who really like fishing have very few bad people. What do you think? Grandpa Liu and Sister Fan are always wary of you, which I don’t think is good."

The old man in black robe was still leisurely, twisting some bait from the wooden basin and throwing it into the lake.

But the female attendant named Fan was a little embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he had to think for a while and came up with a compromise: "There may be bad guys, but there are definitely fewer. No matter how cautious you are when going down the mountain to experience, you can't be too cautious."

The young man shook his head and sighed, "I know you said this out of good intentions, but my great-grandfather, grandpa, and then my parents, every time I leave home, their words and tone are like this, I’m really annoyed.”

Chen Pingan stopped talking.

It's just a chance encounter. It's inappropriate to say anything about other people's family affairs.

But isn’t this young man too private?

How good of a family background do you have to be so generous?

Chen Pingan's mind moved slightly, but he deliberately ignored it and still stared at the lake.

The old man in black robe turned to look into the distance and said with a smile: "Young Master, Du Wensi of the Pima Sect is coming soon. We stayed in Lanshe Town for too long. It was probably because the travel dates did not match up and we were afraid that something might happen to us. This young Jin Dan can't sit still."

The young man was a little sad. He was most annoyed by these social interactions. It was okay to have congenial peers. If it was a relationship between ancestors, he was really not good at managing relationships. The female martial artist said softly: "Young Master, I heard that Du Wensi had a gentle temperament and lived aloof from the world. He left the Skeleton Beach to travel to the north. He passed by our house and fell in love with the old man. They became friends every year. I think he will be able to chat with you, young master. .”

The young man nodded, made a face at the woman, and said with a smile: "Sister Fan, I still understand the etiquette of going out."

The woman's eyes were gentle and the corners of her mouth were raised.

Chen Pingan glanced at it and then looked away.

Got it.

The silly boy next to him probably couldn't understand the silent words in his sister Fan's eyes for a while.

A Qi practitioner dressed in snow-white linen clothes came carefree and braved the wind. There was a loud thunder in the distance, like rolling winter thunder.

After approaching the Bronze Green Lake, the Immortal of the Pi Ma Sect slowed down his sword control. The speed was still not slow, but there was almost no movement, and it was almost silent.

He did not land directly on the bamboo raft, but chose to stand on the shore and wait quietly without speaking, probably because he was afraid of disturbing the fish in the Qinglu Lake.

At first glance, he seems to have a good temper.

Chen Pingan was about to put away his fishing rod.

Unexpectedly, the young man smiled and said: "If you still want to fish, just keep fishing. I will leave this bamboo raft to you. I may have to go to Qinglu Town first, and then go back to the Bronze Lake to catch the silver carp. Anyway, you can There are also small things, and I can teach you a formula for folding and unloading bamboo rafts. It's very simple. You can take it to Qinglu Town later and hand it over to the monks of the Pima Sect."

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "No, I have to be on my way right away. This time I boarded the raft to go fishing, just to relax."

A young man is not willing to force others to accept his kindness.

Returning to the shore together, the young man put away the bamboo raft, saluted the young Jin Dan of the Pima Sect, and said with a bright smile: "Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple, I have met Uncle Du."

Du Wensi smiled and nodded, "I guessed that you would be fishing at the Bronze Lake, so I originally planned to come to you later, but Sect Master Zhu urged me not to come. Is your great-grandfather in good health now?"

Yuan Xuan smiled and said: "You are tough."

Du Wensi laughed.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said goodbye.

When Chen Ping'an and Du Wensi's eyes met, they both nodded almost simultaneously.

After Chen Ping'an took a few steps, Yuan Xuan caught up with him and said softly: "If you are going to Qinglu Town, it is best to take the official road and take a detour, but Ansheng. If you want to go faster, you have to pass through that large area. In the savage miasma land where monsters are rampant, each one breaks the earth and becomes the king. They are so courageous that they are collectively called the Six Saints. They form a group and join forces to fight against the several city lords in the middle of the Ghost Valley. They are very fierce. The city ghosts and this group of monsters, They often go back and forth to fight, like fighting on the battlefield. It is said that there is a great demon who specializes in collecting military books and studying the art of war all day long, which is quite funny."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will be more careful. I wish you success in fishing, a good catch, and a bag of silver carp and silver carp."

Yuan Xuan nodded vigorously. He had let slip his words before, so he simply introduced himself: "My name is Yuan Xuan, and I am a disciple of Sanlang Temple."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and smiled: "My name is Chen Pingan, from Aquarius Continent."

Yuan Xuan chuckled, "Actually, from your accent, I know you are from another continent."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old Jianghu."

Yuan Xuan was stunned, "Are you serious?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Kind words."

Yuan Xuan laughed and was very happy.

Let’s just say that fishing friends all over the world are one family and there are no bad guys.

I have been fond of fishing since I was a child. Naturally, I was brought out by my great-grandfather who is good at this. My great-grandfather has long said that wise people enjoy water and are fond of fishing, which is even more valuable, because people who are smart and alert are the most difficult to fish. The mind is fixed, and fishing is most about a fixed word.

The two sides said goodbye.

The master and servant of Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple and his party followed Du Wensi along the official road to Qinglu Town.

Chen Pingan went to Tongguan Mountain.

Meet the mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs over there, especially the former, and you need to learn more about their copper skin and iron bones.

As for the Sanlang Temple where Yuan Xuan is located, Chen Ping'an already knew about it when he checked out the local customs of Ju Luzhou in Longquan County. The Sanlang Temple is the largest weapons shop in Luzhou, Beiju. It has an excellent reputation and has friends all over the world. . Of course, the monks of Sanlang Temple are most famous for their ability to fight.

No wonder.

Young Yuan Xuanhui is so simple and kind-hearted.

Somewhat similar to Old Dragon City Fan Er.

It seems to be similar to Liu Youzhou in Aaizhou who has a Yuantun Mansion on Xuanxuan Mountain.

A Sanlang Temple disciple who could attract the attention of Zhu Quandu, the leader of the Pima Sect, and be personally greeted by Du Wensi. In his eyes, could those mountain spirits in Guixi Valley be worthy of such terms as "big demon" and "ferocious"?

After all, she was still kindly reminding him of Chen Ping'an.

If everyone's children from wealthy families were like this, the world would probably be much more peaceful.

It's a pity that Huang He in Shujian Lake, the prince he met at Daquan Dynasty Border Inn in Tongyezhou, and the prince who failed to kill Chen Ping'an on a snowy night and was killed instead. There are many such powerful children.

Even if you encounter them, you can kill them all, but it seems that you can never kill them cleanly. These things that follow their own veins and reach high positions will only spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, one after another, and they will grow again when the spring breeze blows. There is always more than just the green grass.

Are there too few people like Mr. Qi in the world, or do people like Cui Chen have to exist?

Chen Ping'an was walking on a deserted road in the mountains, took off the sword gourd, and took a sip, only to find that it was mountain stream water, not wine.

Chen Ping'an looked back at his back under the sunlight.

Chen Pingan tiptoed, skimming over the withered yellow thatch, heading straight for Tongguan Mountain.

The Mountain-moving Great Sage, one of the Six Saints of Guixi Valley, was born in Tongguan Mountain. The Mountain-moving Ape's body was tempered to be extremely powerful, and he used a pair of meteor hammers.

Yuan Xuan, who parted ways with Chen Pingan.

When the boy discovered that Du Wensi was a kind elder who didn't speak much, he started to talk more and told Du Wensi all the interesting things he had seen along the way.

During this period, Du Wensi turned his head intentionally or unintentionally and glanced at the back of the young ranger. This young Jindan, who was as famous as Yang Lin in the Mural City in the Pima Sect, thought thoughtfully. There was something going on over there in Skinny City. It was said that there was something going on there. The Crow Ridge side was severely wounded by a young swordsman. Fan Yunluo almost died under the opponent's sword. It was Pu Chun from Baicong City who intervened to prevent him from causing a bigger disturbance. I don’t know how Yuan Xuan met this person. That man doesn't look like an impatient monk. Why is he so sharp? It shouldn't take long after arriving at Ghost Valley, but Pu Chun was immediately alarmed? If Pu Chun insists on killing people, no one in Guixigu can stop him, not even the sect leader, not even the Jade Pu realm hero in Jingguan City.

Pu Chuan is a particularly ruthless swordsman killer and never shows mercy.

Du Wen thought about the disturbances in recent years and the undercurrents between major cities, and he became a little worried.

In the dark, a storm is coming.

Du Wensi is already considered the Qi practitioner of Pima Sect who pays no attention to worldly matters outside of monasticism, and everyone from the sect leader to his fellow sect members also intends to keep him out of it and just focus on breaking the bottleneck with peace of mind. But now even he is aware of those who are ready to make a move. One can imagine the seriousness of the situation in Ghost Valley.

As for Fan Yunluo from Skinny City claiming to be her adoptive brother, Du Wensi felt dumbfounded and somewhat admired her for being able to figure out such an idea and let her go.

The fundamental path of a practitioner is like a mountain. All the worldly things are just passing clouds and smoke. The grass and trees on the mountain are withered and flourishing, and the mountain streams are flowing. There is no need to retain them, so there is no need to worry about them.

Chen Pingan walked slowly.

My thoughts wander far away, and I can never calm down.

This world may not be as good as we imagine.

But it might not be as bad as we think.

But every "possibility" means accident and eventuality.

Everyone you meet on the road of life may be the dream person that others worry about.

Chen Pingan becomes more and more aware of the mentality of those who do evil.

But he never understood why such people could live well, even better than good people.

Unknowingly, Chen Ping'an's eyes were deep and faint.

The gloom in Chen Pingan's heart quickly dissipated. He actually just felt a little depressed. When he arrived at Tongguan Mountain, he couldn't even touch a mountain-moving ape, not to mention a mountain-driving dog.

It may be that Du Wensi's previous trip to Yufeng made too much noise and frightened the spirits and ghosts here.

This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.

If it were normal, the violent orangutan would show up easily as long as it smelled a little bit of human scent.

Chen Ping'an deliberately lingered, but most of the day passed. With the cultivation level of an ordinary fifth-level martial artist, he wandered around, but still not a single fish bit the hook.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to rest in a place with a wide view. He planned to stay here for the night. If there was no response after one night, he would give up and continue on his way.

I don’t believe that none of the six holy monsters can be touched after that.

Chen Ping'an lit a bonfire after nightfall, sat there all night, and practiced setting up sword stoves.

He had no choice but to leave Tongguan Mountain.

On Tongguan Mountain, in a secret cave with an extremely foul smell, looking out through a palm-sized hidden window, a silver-backed mountain ape who did not choose to transform into a human form appeared. Although he walked like a human, his face and body shape were different. And that whole body of fluff is still very eye-catching.

It waved, and a short man with sinister features and stern eyes quickly came up behind him. The mountain-moving ape said hoarsely: "Hurry up and report to the great sage moving the mountain and those guests, saying that this guy is really here. It is confirmed that he is the one who makes the skin greasy." The city has fallen into a big trap."

The short man was about to leave along an underground passage.

The mountain-moving ape reminded: "Remember to be smart and choose a hidden route. You would rather take a long detour than hit the tip of that man's sword and seek death. Your death is nothing. If you delay the official business of my family's mountain-moving great sage, I will kill you." That nest of rats, rats, and grandsons is stewed in one pot."

The man said flatteringly: "I will never miss an important event."

The man walked along the tunnel and walked out of a gap in the stone wall far away from the cave. He jumped forward and recovered his true form. He was a huge black rat as big as a dog, and then he started running wildly.

Birds have bird paths, rats have mouse paths.

This rat spirit looks fat, but in fact it is very strong. It can run through mountains and ridges as fast as thunder. It does not dare to stop at any time and runs all the way.

After leaving the boundary of Tongguan Mountain, the rat spirit suddenly burrowed into the ground and disappeared. After about half a stick of incense, it emerged from the roots of a tree a mile away. On the way.

But the rat spirit never expected that a stranger was following behind him. The man took off his bamboo hat, sword fairy and sword gourd, and then put a boy's mask on his face.

The rat spirit was already careful enough, but the other party's behavior seemed to be even higher.

At noon, after carefully crossing the border between the two great demons, the rat spirit finally arrived at the top of the mountain where the great mountain-moving sage was. After returning to his human form, he was sweating like rain and panting.

Although the six great sages are united and fight against enemies together, there are still quarrels between husbands and wives and brothers. It is not unusual to have some conflicts and frictions. It is just that they are suffering from little minions with poor cultivation, often for no reason. They became the meal of a certain great sage. After all, eating them to a full meal can increase your cultivation level. Especially those half-baked monsters that can't even maintain their human form for too long. Their lives are even more despicable.

The mountain road is wide open, and the rat spirit has arrived at his own territory. He is full of courage. As soon as he rolls up his sleeves to climb the mountain, he finds a familiar figure walking on the path in the other direction. He is hunched and staggering, like a country man who is unsteady when walking. The old farmer and the rat spirit were so happy that they ran away and shouted loudly: "Young man, pay homage to our ancestors!"

The old man had a thick hemp rope wrapped around his waist and wore straw sandals. He had an unattractive appearance and squinted his eyes. He seemed to have poor eyesight and poor ears. He tilted his head and asked in a loud voice: "Who are you? What are you talking about?"

The rat spirit stretched out his hand to hold the old man's arm, "It's me. I'm from Tongguan Mountain, and I'm still close to my ancestors."

The old man said "Oh" and did not refuse the rat spirit's attentive support. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and sniffed. His eyes widened and he was radiant. There was no trace of decay and oldness anywhere. He looked around. , said sternly: "Something's wrong, something's wrong, it's human, it must be human! Good guy, he's so sneaky, he hid it so deeply, he almost deceived me."

The rat spirit's legs were trembling and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Do you dare to think that there is a legendary young swordsman hanging behind your butt?

The old man groaned, "Run away?"

The old man shouted angrily at his disciple: "You loser! You're being watched and you don't even know it. If the spies sent by those dirty guys destroy our landscape formation, you won't be able to pay for it with a hundred lives!"

The rat spirit's legs were completely weak and he sat on the ground with a pale face. Fortunately, he did not forget the business and told him what happened in Tongguan Mountain.

The old man's expression changed.

The half-dead old man in front of him had an extraordinary identity. He was one of the Six Saints and claimed to be the Demon Catcher Immortal.

As a spirit, Lao Immortal has a demon-binding rope around his waist. In the demon-binding rope, there are two dragon whiskers from the bronze lake thousand-year-old silver carp. He can capture ordinary monsters and ghosts with ease. Once the enemy is restrained, , every inch of the skin must be beaten to pieces, and the bones must be broken into pieces. The old man said that only this kind of meat is chewy, and only the blood that oozes out bit by bit has the smell of wine.

The old man suddenly took off the demon-binding rope and threw it out. It twisted away like a snake and swam around. After a moment, lightning flashed back and the old man held it in his hand. "It did run away."

The old man flew into the clouds, stopped wandering on foot, and hurried to the cave opened by the mountain ape.

Dozens of miles away, Chen Ping'an, who looked like a young man, was sneaking quickly in the mountains and forests.

It's not that I gave up because of difficulties, but that I changed my mind temporarily.

I followed the rat spirit to the top of the mountain where the Great Sage Moves the Mountain. I saw a team of spirits from a distance. They tied up a big living person, a thin and elegant young man in blue. His hands and feet were tied to a rope. On the bamboo pole, two men with incomplete human form were transformed, carrying the bamboo pole on their shoulders, walking swaying. The poor, frail scholar was so angry that he was so angry.

The leader is a spirit, who looks like a human, dressed as a Confucian scholar and elegant, holding a white fractured fan with a peach blossom painted on it, which is slowly fanning in front of his chest.

There was an old man with a goatee beside him, chatting all the way. They had made a special trip to pick him up earlier. This gentleman with a peach fan was the most trusted and capable man of his family’s summer vacation queen. He could often kidnap alive people from Tongfu City and give them to him. The summer queen improves the food.

The old man chuckled and said, "Sir, this is a rare thing among scholars. It must taste very good. How did you catch it? Can you tell me?"

The fan-wielding monster was quite contented and said slowly: "After a lot of effort, this stupid young man was sightseeing near Tongstin City, so I went up to chat with him about some poems, lyrics, and music. We had a great time chatting and deceiving him. Once we step outside the boundaries of Tongfu City, our lady will not be in trouble at all. Even if the people in Tongfu City find out afterwards, I won't be held responsible."

The frail scholar said in a trembling voice: "I am the new Jinshi appointed by Tongfu City. You can't eat me. You can't eat me... If the Summer Queen really wants to eat people, I can help. I can help you trick a few more people back. Mountain woodcutter, or those women who admire my talent, all will be fine..."

The fan-wielding spirit sneered and said, "Can we scholars believe what we say? Look, you just believed me. What's the result?"

The scholar wept silently.

The very strange Bronze Stinking City near Qinglu Town is a mixture of fish and dragons, living people and ghosts, and they can still live in peace. Compared with other cities in the Ghost Valley, the Bronze Stinking City is the most stable one. There are few fierce ghosts in the area around the Bronze Stinking City. , the rules in the city are also strict, and fighting is prohibited.

This is related to the proximity to Qinglu Town. To be precise, it is related to Zhuquan, the immortal master of Guochi.

Moreover, there are more than 20,000 living people in the Yang world who have taken root here for generations. In the early years, a group of exiled monks whose sects were destroyed fled here. They paid a large amount of immortal money to Tongfen City and were able to thrive. Hundreds of years later, many descendants So he settled in and outside the city with peace of mind. Later, stragglers continued to gather in Tongfen City. Similar to the people near the top of the Immortal Mountain, they coexisted with the ghosts and monsters in the city. Both sides were used to it.

It's just that most of the living people near Tongfu City don't live long, and they are often half a hundred years old, even at an advanced age. However, the secular women in Tongfu City, even if they don't have the slightest qualifications for monks, are still beautiful and beautiful, but their appearance is extremely withered. Soon, after the age of twenty-five, people often show signs of aging, which is regrettable.

Every year, Bronze Stinky City selects a group of beautiful girls who are about the age of cardamom. After being carefully trained by their nuns, they are sent to other cities to serve as concubines and maids in powerful Yinwu mansions as a means of attracting them.

The lord of Tongshi City has a sister who is no less famous than him. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, she likes to throw money around the city, and occasionally there will be one or two small summer coins mixed in.

There is also a Jinluan Palace in Tongstin City, with a small court hall. The city lord has sealed more than a hundred civil servants and generals at one go. The six yamen are complete, and even though the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

A court meeting is held every ten days, which is very formal.

There is also the imperial examination, but there is no provincial examination, only the palace examination. After all, there are only so many people in Tongfu City, and there are very few who are proficient in writing.

The sister of the city lord, she proclaimed herself the official title of "Prime Minister of the Imperial Examination" and was personally responsible for setting and grading the examination papers.

The self-proclaimed "gentleman" held a fan and the old man with a goatee chatted about the lively happenings in the north of the Ghost Valley.

This fan-wielding spirit who traveled far away heard some gossip in Tongfen City. The content was very exaggerated, but it was spread with noses and eyes.

He originally planned to show off when he met the Summer Empress, but the mountain road was too long and boring, so he said, "It is said that there are two foreign female nuns who are incredibly beautiful. One of them is most likely a muralist." The deer-riding goddesses on the other side of the city took a ferry. They dared to go straight to Jingguan City without knowing their life or death. They were so powerful that no city lord dared to stop them along the way. It was not until they approached Jingguan City that one The city took the initiative to use that heavy weapon to defend the city, whoosh, whoosh, and at least one hundred and eighty flying swords flew out."

The goat-bearded old man said in shock: "My dear, if it were us, we would have beaten them into sieves long ago."

"Just you? Do you know how much immortal money is consumed every time I use the sword bed to fire? Only our queen would be treated like this."

The fan-wielding spirit laughed and said: "Back to the topic, at this critical moment, I never thought that an ugly-looking flower protector called himself Zhou Fei. As his name suggests, he is quite ugly, but he is very capable, and he casts a big net directly. It was rumored that the man himself said that the net was made from thousands of snowflakes. In short, he took away the flying swords and made a buzzing sound, like a big bag of mosquitoes and flies. . The city was unwilling to give in, and the flying swords came again. Guess what?"

One of the minions said carelessly: "Let's just run away, what can we do?"

The fan-wielding monster kicked it away and flew it several feet away. Then he said to himself: "The ugly man whipped out another net. It was exactly the same. It was still a magic weapon piled up with fairy money. He also said that he didn't He has no ability, and he is afraid of his ability to make money while lying down. Such a man must be a bit ugly, otherwise I would want to pee on his head."

The demons were in an uproar.

I just felt like I was listening to a book from heaven.

The goat-bearded old man asked softly: "How is the funeral? Is the fighting getting worse in Jingguan City? It would be best if both sides fight to the death and die together."

"Old sheep, you look just like Zhou Fei, but you still want to be beautiful. This is not good. You have to change it."

After the fan-wielding spirit teased, he felt a little regretful, "Nothing happened. Many vassal cities in Jingguan City in the north began to enforce martial law. No more leaks came to us in the south. There was only so much news about Tongfen City. Alas, those two Little lady, it’s probably a sheep in a tiger’s mouth. No matter how powerful that ugly magic weapon is, can it be as high as the master of Jingguan City?”

Chen Pingan followed from a distance.

Some people are confused, why did Jiang Shangzhen return to Beiju Luzhou, and join hands with the deer-riding goddess who walked out of the scroll to break into the ghost valley Jingguan City?

Did the Goddess riding a deer turn around and choose Jiang Shangzhen as her master after hitting a wall at the Swinging River Ferry?

As for the other fellow female cultivator, who is it?

Regardless of these, let alone trying to control it, if Jiang Shangzhen really takes action and entangles with Jingguan City, it will be a real fight between gods.

First let’s meet this summer queen.