Sword of Coming

Halfway up Baojing Mountain, in a deep stream, Yang Chongxuan was sitting by the water, bored and rubbing his cheeks. He had been waiting here for several years, and he was really a little bored.

After you get the chance, you must go for a walk to the north, preferably on that rugged mountain, and have a few hearty fights with others.

After not showing up for so long, the power of another pseudonym has been suppressed by many rising stars.

Yang Chongxuan scratched his head again. He was used to being bald in the past few years, and he was really uncomfortable with it.

Is that prophecy accurate? Although staying here can be regarded as practice, and taking a bath in the water as long as you have nothing to do can refresh your soul, but compared to the time when you used the volcano's lava to temper your body, it is actually much worse. What's more, his temperament has never been willing to be restrained. If it weren't for the death order from the family, his mother would have brought out filial piety to suppress him. Otherwise, Yang Chongxuan would really not be willing to make this trip and leave it to someone who is steady and capable. Isn't it better to have a baby brother who is not low-profile and famous? Besides, even if I get the Three Mountain Mirror, my family still has to give it to my younger brother to refine it into a life object.

It's not that he has any grudges about it, he doesn't think his younger brother is any better, it's just that it's too boring to stay in Baojing Mountain where birds don't shit. This is one of the reasons why the old Xishan fox can jump around and have fun. Playing can relieve boredom.

Yang Chongxuan casually grabbed a handful of stones from the snow-white cliff. He grasped them in his palm and broke them into many stones, which he gently threw into the water.

He and his famous and promising younger brother just didn't look at each other, but they were far from turning against each other.

As an older brother, he couldn't bear to see his younger brother being old-fashioned and a nerd since he was a child. The younger brother has disliked his older brother getting into trouble since he was a child.

If the brothers' identities were exchanged, there might be a lot less trouble.

His mother had known this before. He accidentally came out of his mother's womb first. As long as he could do it, he would crawl back as soon as possible.

Yang Chongxuan lamented, looked up to the north, and complained loudly: "My dear mother, when will these miserable days end?"

On the other side, a burly young man ran out of the woods. He was leaning on his butt, holding a lot of wild fruits picked from other mountains in his arms, and shouted: "Brother Yang, do you also want to marry me?"

Yang Chongxuan held his cheek and was too lazy to speak. He was very tired every day.

The man jumped over the deep stream and landed next to Yang Chongxuan. He handed over a wild fruit and said, "Brother Yang, this thing is crunchy and delicious."

Yang Chongxuan took the wild fruit that looked like a white pear, started to bite it, and said vaguely: "Wei Gaowu, does your sister have a sweetheart in secret?"

It turns out that this burly man holding fruits to flatter him is the youngest son of the old Xishan fox, the younger brother of the umbrella-holding fox charm Wei Taizhen, Wei Gaowu. As for the two names, naturally they are not the natal names of their siblings.

Wei Gaowu shook his head and said: "Of course not. My sister has a high vision. Look, she doesn't even like you, Brother Yang. I guess my sister is destined to be an old girl who cannot get married in this life."

Yang Chongxuan stopped asking questions.

This big, stupid guy who seems to be stupid is used to being bullied among the mountain spirits in the Baojing Mountain area. Even a ghost carrying a flag and patrolling the mountain can yell at him. If it is not true, He's not handsome, so he probably has to wash his butt every day.

But Wei Gaowu is not stupid.

It can even be said that he is the smartest one in the family of three.

Being smart enough to guess his sister's ultimate fate might not turn out well.

Wei Gaowu did everything he could do, and didn't do anything he shouldn't.

But he still couldn't change his sister's ending.

Yang Chongxuan was very curious. When that day comes, Wei Gaowu can't continue to pretend to be stupid. Is he desperate? Or should he endure the humiliation and endure the heavy burden, lingering in the Ghost Valley, struggling hard, hoping to take revenge on himself in the future?

This is also Yang Chongxuan's way of relieving his boredom. It's interesting to think about his own trivial matters and other people's tragic events.

Yang Chongxuan took another wild fruit, wiped it with his tattered sleeve, and asked casually: "What did Fenlang City say?"

Wei Gaowu said with a smile: "Last time, after the city lord had a heart-to-heart talk with Brother Yang, I met him at the ruined temple. He praised me as a lucky person for being able to meet a hero like Brother Yang, and invited me to Fenlang. I’m a guest in the city.”

Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "This shows that the Lord of Fenlang City is easy to talk to."

Wei Gaowu grinned, "I know, in fact, I am still in the glory of Brother Yang. Otherwise, if the Lord of the City accidentally glanced at me, it would be dirty to his eyes."

Yang Chongxuan asked: "Has anything interesting happened elsewhere recently?"

Wei Gaowu is the one who helps run errands to find out information. This vixen's courage seems to be smaller than the eye of a needle. He may have never been angry in his life, but in fact it is not small. Nearby mountains, Fenlang City, Lianlan She Town He dares to go. But of course Wei Gaowu would only come into contact with the ghosts, spirits and wild cultivators at the lowest level of the Ghost Valley. Yang Chongxuan could completely imagine Wei Gaowu's despicable appearance, bowing his head and smiling naively with everyone on weekdays.

Wei Gaowu nodded and said: "Yes, I just went to Lanshe Town. I heard that there was a fierce fight over there in Dili Mountain recently. That Brother Yang, Liu Jinglong, who you are particularly annoying, had a very handsome foreign Taoist nun. , and everything turned upside down in that Trishan Mountain."

Yang Chongxuan said: "Liu Jinglong was actually willing to fight with others? And he chose the most public place like Dili Mountain? How many moves did Liu Jinglong use to kill the opponent?"

Wei Gaowu said softly: "Both sides were injured. Both of them were dying. They fell in a pool of blood and lay there for a long time without being able to get up. In the end, Liu Jinglong narrowly won because he stood up first, and the Taoist nun was a little slower."

Yang Chongxuan frowned.

That Liu Jinglong is more famous than his younger brother.

Everyone in Luzhou, Beiju, is very competitive. No matter whether they are on the mountain or on the mountain, they all like to sit in a row. Because of this, the fight is even more fierce.

The Taoist Heavenly Lord Xie Shi is outside the ten people on the top of the mountain.

There are also ten young talents including Liu Jinglong, and Yang Chongxuan's younger brother ranks ninth.

Liu Jinglong ranked third.

This person is also known as the land dragon of Beiju Luzhou, and is one of the ten people who will definitely be on the top of the mountain in the future.

Yang Chongxuan was annoyed with him because during a private sparring match when he was young, he couldn't break the opponent's simple formation.

You know, Liu Jinglong is a sword cultivator, not an formation master.

What's more, what makes this guy more annoying than his brother is that Liu Jinglong likes to reason the most. It's not the lofty and empty talk about mystical principles, but the lowest and simplest principles, so it makes Yang Chongxuan even more internally injured.

Yang Chongxuan smiled and said: "After this battle, Qionglin Sect earned a lot of money."

Wei Gaowu asked curiously: "Brother Yang, what kind of sect is the Qionglin Sect?"

Yang Chongxuan said: "You must be able to make money in that copper-stinking city in Guixi Valley. If you meet the Qionglin Sect, you have to kneel down and kowtow to acknowledge your ancestors."

Wei Gaowu looked a little dazed, holding the wild fruits honestly, squatting next to Yang Chongxuan, and looking into the distance.

Yang Chongxuan said: "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there is sky beyond the sky, but the fists are not strong. No matter where you go, Wei Gaowu, you are just the Wei Gaowu of the Ghost Valley. Except for being taller and having the word "gao" in your name, you are not tall at all. There is nothing outside. It’s so exciting, you might as well stay in the Ghost Valley and hang around.”

Wei Gaowu shouted softly: "Brother Yang."

Yang Chongxuan patted the big man on the shoulder and said, "Go away."

Wei Gaowu sighed heavily, put the wild fruits in his arms aside, jumped over the mountain stream, and left. When he reached the edge of the dense forest on the other side, he turned around and waved goodbye.

Yang Chongxuan stretched out his palm, opened his mouth slightly and spat out, and a little scarlet juice the size of a grain of rice came out of his palm. Yang Chongxuan smiled and shook his head, but he was still not smart enough.

You don't even know whether you are a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, so you dare to play these little tricks like juggling?

But this Wei Gaowu would definitely not be able to guess the truth even if he was given two chances.

A Qi practitioner?

A pure martial artist?

Because Yang Chongxuan is both, and both have extremely high achievements.

This is thanks to the first battle with Liu Jinglong. At that time, the two were both peers and half-friends.

Liu Jinglong may not have cared about that confrontation, but it made Yang Chongxuan, who had a relaxed temperament, become a different person.

Yang Chongxuan is a pseudonym.

The same goes for "Yang Jinshan" who travels around the world.

It's just that no one cares about the name Yang Chongxuan. It's just that on Luzhou Mountain in Beiju, the ranger Yang Jinshan and the nickname Yang Tuzi are famous, far more famous in the continent than his real name.

His younger brother, who was also born with Taoism, was born with a love for water, while his older brother was born with a love for mountains.

So the family still let him come to Baojing Mountain.

Can you come up with such a fucking bullshit reason?

What is this bottomless water stream in front of me?

Yang Chongxuan clapped his hands and fell back. In addition to the bastard reason, there was also a mysterious and mysterious explanation.

My dear brother is very likely to encounter a life-threatening road battle in Baojing Mountain, which will be very dangerous.

Yang Chongxuan was puzzled. In this ghost valley, unless the lord of Jingguan City and that Pu Gugu went crazy, what danger could his brother be in? This younger brother is not a soft persimmon. He is like a loach. How can an ordinary Nascent Soul catch him, a guy who is good at saving lives and the best at running away.

Pi Ma Zong Zhuquan is not stupid, and he might even help him protect the two otherworldly masters of Xiao Xuanduguan and Da Yuanyue Temple, and they are not the troublemakers, especially the one of Xiao Xuanduguan , maybe he will also favor his younger brother. Isn't it another good relationship, not big or small?

Together with the prophecy and these mythical sayings, they all made him feel boring.

Yang Chongxuan suddenly thought of the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat for no reason.

It can be seen that he and I are actually the same person.

However, Yang Chongxuan had no intention of competing at that time.

The opportunity is coming.

It is better to do less than to do more. This old saying still needs to be listened to.

Could it be this person?

Yang Chongxuan began to think deeply, making secrets with his hands, silently calculating, and deducing something. Although he learned it perfunctorily, he was still better than ordinary experts because of his family background.

Just a moment later, Yang Chongxuan fell back and began to sleep with his eyes closed. "It's none of my business. The sun is high and I'm still sleeping, no matter how sad the world is."

Yang Chongxuan murmured: "I still envy the Fire Dragon Master, who practices when he wakes up and practices when he sleeps. I don't know if there are similar immortal magic techniques in the world. If there is, I must steal it and learn it."

A mellow voice sounded next to Yang Chongxuan, "Of course there is. A person in Liuxia Continent can sleep through the night and realize the Tao. Therefore, his practice will be more effective with half the effort. Now this person has come to Beiju Luzhou. If the poor calculation is correct, It was this person who had the opportunity to get the picture of the Goddess with an Inkstone in the Mural City."

"As for the other person, the cause and effect happened to be related to a certain ancestor of Pindao's lineage, so we know that he was born in the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Continent, but now he is in Nanbosu Continent, so he can practice in daydreams Sword, as long as he doesn't die unexpectedly, he will be able to achieve great success. However, sooner or later, there will be a battle between the two of them."

Yang Chongxuan did not open his eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out that the temple master is here. Why are you competing with a junior like me for the opportunity? Isn't this good? It's just a bright mirror that shows the true nature of the monster. Could it be that the old temple master is also here? It’s pleasing to the eye.”

An old Taoist sat cross-legged near Yang Chongxuan. He didn't need to use any spiritual energy, but with a thought, the water mist in the deep stream condensed into a futon.

It was the old temple owner of Xiaoxuandu Temple.

The old Taoist did not answer Yang Chongxuan's somewhat rude question. He just looked into the deep stream and said with emotion: "Looking at this water again, you will still feel that the creation is endless and incredible."

Yang Chongxuan sat up and sighed, "I never thought that one day I would have some peace of mind because of my family background."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "My parents are great because I am reincarnated. This is not a shameful thing. Why should my little Taoist friend be so worried?"

Yang Chongxuan grinned and said: "Master Guanzhao, I have agreed in advance. I just ask you not to compete with me for the opportunity of this precious mirror. As for the good things of teaching Taoism and forming a good relationship, my brother may not refuse anyone who comes. As for me, Bian, Guanzhu, please don’t do it, I won’t accept it.”

The old Taoist laughed heartily, "I think you are better than your brother."

Yang Chongxuan put his hands on the back of his head, "Just think of it as a compliment."

The largest dynasty in the central part of Luzhou in Beiju had a Chongxuan Office, which was in charge of many famous temples in Kyoto, Taoist accounts and religious affairs, as well as the genealogy of temples and all monks.

The person in charge of the Chongxuan Department, whose surname is Yang, is not only a national master of a country, but also owns a Yunxiao Palace. His ancestors once produced three monks in the upper five realms, but they have all died in the military.

Yunxiao Palace is a Taoist jungle, similar to the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.

The power is so great and the foundation is so deep that it is unimaginable.

Among the younger generation, there are two young heroes, a pair of brothers, who were both hailed as born with Taoism when they were young.

One of them was captured by Heavenly Lord Xie Shi. Since Xie Shi could not accept disciples, young people could not become disciples, but Xie Shi still taught him Taoism. The other one, although he is the elder brother, liked to travel around the world when he was young, like a dragon that never sees its end. It is said that he was born with double eyes, which not only took advantage of his early birth, but also had one more abnormal phenomenon than his younger brother. He should have been the legitimate future head of the family, but unfortunately his temperament was too loose, and the family's persuasion failed, so he let him go.

As time went by, the former became the inevitable candidate for the next Prime Minister of Chongxuan Department. The latter was shrouded in the shadow of his younger brother's huge reputation and became increasingly unknown.

The old Taoist raised his head and looked into the distance, which should be the archway building at the entrance of Guixi Valley. Then he shifted his gaze to the direction of Lanshe Town and said with a smile: "I came here this time to tell you that the opportunity has come."

Yang Chongxuan was unmoved, "Why did the temple master come to tell me this?"

The old Taoist looked solemn and said slowly: "I made a divination before, and it turned out to be a divination of good luck for killing people. But the blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, which made me feel uneasy. Between the original heart and the great road, something appeared. A slight flaw. In the end, I gave up my choice to others. At this time, I felt relieved and kept my heart, but also felt disappointed, as if I had missed the opportunity."

Yang Chongxuan sneered and said: "The implication is that the temple master wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife? He is so clean that he lets me be the vanguard and takes advantage of him? Even if the temple master is hesitant to kill someone, even if I can kill him, the price will be high. With my little arms and thin legs, can I bear it?"

The old Taoist shook his head, "You are a natural Taoist species that is not among the three veins of Qingming World. How rare it is. Only a poor Taoist would leave Xiaoxuandu Temple to tell you this."

The old Taoist stood up and said, "Take care of yourself."

Yang Chongxuan suddenly asked: "I don't understand something, and I'd like to see the viewer clear it up."

The old Taoist nodded and said, "But it doesn't matter."

Yang Chongxuan asked: "The people who need to understand the truth the most are the ones who are least willing to listen to the truth. Those who are willing to listen to reason don't need those truths very much. What should I do?"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "This is a question that Confucian disciples should think about again and again. As for you, even thinking about one more thought is a burden. Why bother yourself? There are so many mediocre people in the world who are just enjoying themselves. What are you going to do to wake them up from their sweet dreams?" ? Even scolding you and making noise is considered a good temper. I am petty-minded, but I still treat you as an enemy. In this case, are they stupid or are we stupid? "

Yang Chongxuan laughed dumbly, stood up, shook his sleeves in a serious manner, and for the first time he bowed his head, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."

Yang Chongxuan then blurted out something from the bottom of his heart: "Practice on the great road is just about seeking truth."

The old Taoist showed a look of appreciation, nodded slightly, and disappeared in a flash.

After Yang Chongxuan came to his senses, he spread his hands and clenched his fists, "The strong will clear the way and overcome obstacles, while the weak will blindly follow the situation and accept the situation as it comes."

He rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand. After a while, he held it in for a long time, and it was a bit hard to hold back his laughter.

How could he care about that problem? It was actually the crux of Liu Jinglong's most difficult problems these years.

However, the answer given by the old Taoist Xiao Xuan Du Guan was unexpected and indeed worthy of a great gift from him.

Returning to Taolin, the old Taoist was not in a hurry to go to the Taoist temple.

Walking under the peach tree, the old Taoist kept raising his head and looking at the sky.

Regardless of the reason why the young ranger declined to come to watch and drink tea, it was still not the end.

That's why the old Taoist would ask his good friend, the old monk, if he wanted to keep the cup of thousand-year-old peach pulp tea.

In fact, why does Xiaoxuan Duguan need an outsider, the old monk, to decide this kind of thing?

But the old monk only said four words at that time. If you say too much, you will be wrong.

This made the old Taoist realize something and immediately became alert.

After finally making the decision, the old Taoist priest returned to the pure state of mind where his heart was as calm as water. However, the more he reasoned, the more he felt that something was wrong. With his current cultivation level, he was the city lord of Jingguan City in the Ghost Valley. If there was to be a life-and-death fight, he wouldn't care. As for making him confused in the slightest. The old Taoist used his natal magical power, which he dared to say was the only one in the world. He spent a lot of real energy and completely destroyed Jiazi's cultivation before he could use the ancient gods' technique of looking down at the sky and the earth. Finally, he found clues.

The two ends of the line were He Xiaoliang who was in Jingguan City, and the other was that young man.

This is strange enough, but what is even more horrifying is the line at the back, starting with He Xiaoliang. The line leaves the Skeleton Beach Ghost Valley and goes straight to the sky of Luzhou in Beiju. It seems to be like another world. Someone is involved!

This made the old Taoist who already had a pure body sweat profusely after putting away his magical powers.

There was great hatred in my heart.

Whose disciple is He Xiaoliang? Why could a foreign female cultivator from Aquarius Continent rise so rapidly in Luzhou, Beiju, and successfully establish a sect with the full support of Tianjun Xie Shi? ! Beiju Luzhou, as long as it is truly standing on the top of the mountain, who knows?

The old Taoist looked up angrily, wishing he could kill that world immediately and go to Bai Yujing to ask for an explanation from the headmaster.

Once someone kills someone according to the hexagram, the good fortune may not be false.

But you, Lu Chen, think I am a puppet? A dog that goes to other people's courtyards to wag its tail and beg for mercy? !

Qing Ming Tian Xia.

Bai Yujing.

A young Taoist priest sat lazily on the white jade railing. Under his feet were layers of seas of clouds of different heights, all of which were filled with spiritual energy. He said with a smile: "Both the big and small Xuandu temples have good methods."

Previously, he had been tilting his head, imaginarily twisting a thin string between his fingers, and listened with his ears raised, but the sound was intermittent, very vague, and could not be heard clearly.

Even he was reluctant to touch this thread with his own hands.

At this moment, he sat upright, flicked his fingers, and broke the thread at will.

It was just a little trick to follow the clues, and it really wasn't that he had any evil intentions. Now that boy is dead or alive, a blessing or a curse. He doesn't want to wade in the muddy water, but He Xiaoliang has something that she dares to take action on her own. She was very unhappy. Not to mention her procrastination, she was not aware of the consequences. Therefore, Xiao Xuandu looked at Lu Chen's unjust nose. This account should be recorded on the head of Xuandu Guan, the leader of the family. Then he can go back there and wallow in mischief. If he doesn't seek justice for a day, he will curse the streets for a day.

Lu Chen rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "But I, this young disciple, am really lucky. Before I even made a real move, I almost killed that kid inexplicably."

A young man whose Taoist robes and crowns were neither in the original three lines of the Taoist ancestors came to Lu Chen and asked: "Third senior brother, is there anything new?"

Lu Chen turned around and touched the young man's head, "Junior brother, you must live up to your expectations. Don't let me lose to Qi again. Junior brother holds grudges the most, do you know?"

The young man's smile was stiff. When he saw Lu Chen's playful smile, he immediately turned around and ran away.

But in this world, this White Jade Capital, where can the young man go?

Sure enough, he seemed to be grabbed by the back of a hand and thrown directly into the sea of ​​clouds outside Bai Yujing. Not only that, but all the spiritual energy was also imprisoned by the little senior brother.

Several immortals immediately flew out from all over Bai Yujing, trying to catch this respected new junior uncle.

Lu Chen slapped those immortals away one by one.

The young man fell rapidly,

An Ascension Realm monk who was temporarily serving as the young man's guardian gritted his teeth and was about to bravely rush to save people. Did he really want to watch the young man fall to the ground?

Relying purely on the physical body, even if you fall in the Yupu realm, you will be turned into a puddle of flesh.

Those seas of clouds are not ordinary things.

Master Dao Ancestor can naturally save this closed disciple, and so can Master Lu, but wouldn't he, the Taoist protector, become the laughing stock of the entire world?

Lu Chen glanced coldly at the Ascension Realm person.

The latter immediately lost his mind and quickly stood up with his hands tied to steady his mind.

Just when the boy was about to fall to the ground, two large holes were opened in the sky almost at the same time, with a huge and shocking sound.

Then two rainbow lights hit Bai Yujing's side.

Although the two holes quickly filled up on their own.

But in that moment, several shadows quickly flowed into Qing Ming's world, deliberately avoiding Bai Yujing and trying to hide themselves.

Lu Chen had no expression on his face and pointed with his fingers.

In the direction in which the shadows were running wildly, a thousand-foot-tall golden-armored god appeared out of thin air and smashed each of the shadows to pieces.

Lu Chen jumped lightly and was at Bai Yujing's feet in an instant.

The young man hovered in the air one foot above the ground, his hands and feet stiff, and all his thoughts were empty.

Lu Chen knelt down and said slowly: "The protector of the Tao is an external object, the identity of the Taoist disciple is an external object, and his own life and death are still external objects."

The boy with sweat on his forehead nodded.

Lu Chen held the young man's head and pressed it gently. A living Taoist disciple who had closed his doors suddenly turned into a puddle of flesh.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "How can you truly know... if you don't die for real?"

A tall middle-aged Taoist appeared next to Lu Chen. He waved his sleeves, captured all the young man's soul and put them into his sleeves. He frowned and said, "Is this how you treat me as a senior brother?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "I'm better than you were before."

Master Gao shook his head, stamped his feet, stood up from the ground, and went to the highest point of Bai Yujing.

Suddenly, someone strangled Lu Chen's neck with his arm. The gray-faced guy was probably not very tall. He had to stand on his heels a little. He was familiar with Master Lu and asked with a playful smile: "How was the punch I just made? What's the angle?" Are you being cunning? Dao Lao Er’s dick must still be hurting right now.”

Lu Chen nodded and said, "The style remains the same."

The man's arm increased strength, causing Lu Chen's body to lean back slightly. The man narrowed his eyes and asked, "There is an old score, let's settle it?"

Lu Chen said with a smile: "I won't go to Tianwai Tian. If we fight here, you don't have a sword and you can't hurt me. Besides, there are many fairies in Bai Yujing looking at us right now."

The man then let go of his arm, and Lu Chen patted his sleeves, feeling helpless.

The man was facing Bai Yujing high up, looking hard with his eyes wide open. He suddenly lowered his head and spat into his palms, rubbed their palms together, then raised his hands high, stroking his hair from front to back.

He felt that if he had a mirror in his hand right now, it would probably explode on the spot.

He coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and was about to speak.

Lu Chen said helplessly: "No need to introduce yourself, everyone in Bai Yujing knows that your name is A Liang."

The man still introduced himself to Bai Yujing fairies seriously: "Kind Liang."

Lu Chenxiao asked: "Since you insist on being a swordsman, where is your sword?"

The man asked back: "Does a swordsman have to have a sword?"

He asked himself and answered: "I don't think so."

Lu Chen nodded and said: "There is a chivalrous place in the world, which is where the sword is drawn happily. I know your idea. If it comes true, it will definitely be spectacular."

That man, who was not tall and looked...actually just like that, also stood up from the ground with a stamp of his feet, but instead of going to Bai Yujing to find the second Taoist priest, he opened the sky with his fist and returned to the outer world.

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his hands and looked up, unwilling to look away for a long time.

There are always some people, whether friends or foes, who make others admire them.

In this regard, this Ah Liang is actually better than himself and Qi Jingchun.

Lu Chen suddenly remembered something and smiled knowingly.

Probably the lady from Qingshenshan in Zhuhai Cave Sky might not think so.

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The summer queen's cave was built in a place called Peiluo Mountain. The mountain was not high, so it was not considered a good geomantic omen.

She was originally the weakest among the Six Saints, but for some reason, Huoluo Mountain still stood firm in the Ghost Valley.

On the other hand, the Great Sage of Moving Mountains not only has strong soldiers and horses under his command, but his own cultivation level is much higher than hers.

The Mountain-moving Monkey King is a mountain-moving ape with impure blood. Although he is only five hundred years old, he has a naturally strong body. He likes to fight with ghosts or Qi practitioners in close quarters. He also spent a lot of money to buy a high-ranking ape. The extremely tall Nectar Armor is next to him, and he also has a pair of powerful meteor hammers, which is even more powerful.

The vigilance in Hualuo Mountain was sparse, and the spirits gathered in twos and threes, busy gambling and not focused on anything else.

However, there are three extremely ingenious chain of mountain and water restrictions in the Peking Mountain. Although it is not a mountain protection formation, as long as an outsider sneaks in rashly, it can be easily triggered and alarm the entire Peking Mountain.

The mansion hangs a plaque with the name "Guanghan Hall". It is magnificent and magnificent, not cold at all, very festive and wealthy. It must have cost a lot of immortal money, and many osmanthus trees were planted inside and outside, but they are not rare and exotic.

Over there in the backyard, a woman with a graceful figure but a bumpy face stood on the steps. She was wearing an elegant palace dress. After seeing the scholar hanging on the bamboo pole, her eyes widened. As soon as she lit up, her cheeks swelled up and down, she wiped her saliva, and laughed so hard that her branches trembled with laughter. Before the fan-wielding monster, who had already prepared his words, could take credit for it, she and all the unsightly minions were included in it. Drive away.

The bamboo pole was placed on the ground. The scholar's posture was extremely awkward. He was lying on the ground with bruises on his wrists. He struggled to speak and said in a trembling voice: "Summer Empress?"

The woman knelt down and reached out to caress the frail scholar's face. Her eyes were blurred and she said: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a handsome man. It's so nice. Little brother, relax, I'm a woman who knows how to care for others. Don't listen. There are rumors from outside that the summer queen likes stir-fried food and doesn't like steaming. My method of cannibalism is the most ecstatic. Men will love it very much. My peeling mountain is not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den. I'm really your man. A happy place."

As she spoke, the woman couldn't help but spit out a weird long tongue that was extremely long and wide, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the scholar's face.

The scholar wants to cry but has no tears.

He seemed stunned, and then looked at her blankly.

The summer queen smiled charmingly and said: "What are you looking at? Don't worry, after I help you untie me, you and I will go to the mandarin duck bed together and show you everything."

The scholar said slowly: "You toad, you are not boasting nonsense. You are really a member of the Moon Palace. This trip is worthwhile."

The woman was stunned for a moment.

In an instant, black smoke billowed into the sky, and the evil spirit soared into the sky, shrouding the summer queen. After a burst of rapid and pitiful wails, she soon became silent, leaving only a large pool of blood blooming like flowers on the ground.

After a while, he turned into a scholar squatting on the ground, and the summer queen lay on the ground, leaving only a pair of bones.

The scholar's mouth was full of blood, but he didn't wipe it. He burped, stretched out his palm to dip some blood, turned to look at the wall, and asked with a smile: "Have you seen enough excitement?"

Even Chen Ping'an was shocked.

It is not uncommon for spirits and ghosts to harm people, and it is also common for foxes to tease and seduce scholars.

But this is the first time Chen Pingan has seen a "scholar" eat a demon.

Chen Pingan squatted on the wall, with the sword gourd hung again on his waist, and asked: "This summer queen with mediocre cultivation obviously has a big backer, and she is not one of the other big monsters. Are you not afraid at all?" ?”

The scholar smiled and said, "Don't you happen to be the scapegoat?"

Chen Ping'an also smiled and said: "Can you talk a little bit about the moral principles of the world?"

The lightning flashed out from the sword-raising gourd on the 15th day of the lunar month. Instead of entangling the scholar, it sank directly into the ground.

A lesson learned and wisdom gained. Fan Yunluo's chariot escaped, leaving Chen Ping'an still fresh in his memory.

Both sides were silent at the same time.

The scholar should be worried about whether the young swordsman's sword would be faster than his own unique escape technique.

Chen Ping'an was afraid that he would run too fast and disappear. How could he settle the debt?

As for being framed by this guy, it actually doesn't matter. The troubles later will come as they come. This is just for training. It's too comfortable, and Chen Pingan is not used to it. If it doesn't work, use the golden Shuchi Talisman and cooperate with the swordsman to temporarily escape from the Ghost Valley. Once you have figured out the opponent's general background, you can then enter the Ghost Valley and use a dull knife to cut the flesh. This stupid method, slowly grind it out, it depends on who has the patience. Even better, if you can't beat it, run away again, and if you run away, come back again.

Chen Ping'an and the scholar spoke almost at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

The scholar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Tell me first, the Sword Immortal is the one I respect the most in my life."

Chen Ping'an said: "First of all, you scholars are more valuable."

The scholar looked surprised, "Is this how we spend our time?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "As long as you are happy."

The scholar watched helplessly as a long sword appeared in the guy's hand, he sat down on the ground, waved his sleeves, and the blood was gathered into a ball, lingering around him, spinning slowly, and then he asked tentatively : "Since you talk about the morality of the world, then I also talk about making money by being harmonious?"

Chen Pingan asked: "How to make money?"

The scholar pointed outside the high wall and said righteously: "Aren't there five more monsters? Unlike this summer queen who comes from a shabby family, the others all have rich families. We brothers work together, and our sharpness can cut through gold. Together, we can Get rid of harm for the people!"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."

The scholar suddenly cursed: "Thank you sir, you hide your murderous intent well, but your sword just needs a mouth to yell at me to kill you!"

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.

The scholar stood up slowly, his expression indifferent.

Although this was the first time he met this young ranger whose deeds had spread throughout the southern part of Ghost Valley.

Therefore, it is not clear that Chen Ping'an at this moment will make everyone who is familiar with him feel strange, regardless of whether he is friend or foe.

But the scholar knows one thing.

This guy has such a murderous intention.

It actually overwhelms the sword energy of that sword!

The scholar thought it would be better to let go and fight.

He kills people and seizes treasures, and finds wealth in danger. He has great luck in gambling and has never lost before!

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, shook his head, then raised his hand to pat his heart, and said with a bright smile: "Sorry, I'm bleeding."