Big waves roll.

The clouds are majestic.

The vast and boundless Swallow Lake, a small world of its own, stands on the bow of the boat, Ning Xuanyuan, who lives in the center of the lake, with his hands behind his back, with the boat swaying, ups and downs.

Shi Qianjian single-mentioned wide-mouth war knife.

Standing at the end of the causeway, not yet finished.

The two are separated by 800 meters.

One still, one motionless.

This pinnacle showdown, which attracted hundreds of thousands of people to watch along the lake, has not yet begun, but it gives people a sense of pore horror for no reason.

Everyone held their breath.

Don't dare to speak.

After a long time, a light boat approached the end of the causeway, Shi Qianjian looked back, and at a glance found the green robe standing in the vast crowd, full of reluctance, and waved his hand briefly to say goodbye.

"Grandpa. ”

Shi Qingyi's hands were clenched, and his slender eyelashes were full of tears.

The rivers and lakes are far away.

This parting, you live and I die, that's all.

With the end of Shi Qiandao, the atmosphere was finally brought to the top, whether it was in Swallow Lake or far away in the sky, they were all paying close attention.

Lake south of the Swallow Lake.

A majestic mountain shaped like a sword that cuts the sky, rooted in this world.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a lotus flower on his head was squatting at the door with his hands crossed, staring at the crooked path with half surprise and half disgust.

It turned out that the old monk was leading the little monk and came with a step.

"Master, aren't you going to Swallow Lake? Where is this?" Jiang Liu'er scratched his head, puzzled.

The old monk said, "Zhenwu Mountain." ”

Hum!

Before Jiang Liu'er could ask the old monk carefully, a heavy cold snort shook violently from the top of the mountain, full of confidence, like thunder.

"Bald donkey. ”

The last two words that followed were even more deafening.

Jiang Liu'er bared her teeth, "Master, someone scolded you." ”

The old monk said kindly, "Listen." ”

"You're not angry?" Jiang Liu'er frowned.

The old monk smiled, swept across in a few steps, and quickly went up the mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist with the Taoist name Zhao Chunyang had already gotten up, and it seemed that the more he looked at the old monk who was close at hand, the more angry he became, and he was waiting to be helped to straighten the lotus view on his head, and his hands were decisively stuffed into his sleeves, blocking the entrance of the Taoist temple on the side.

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk made a gesture, and the treasure was solemn.

"Lao Tzu is a Taoist priest, you bald donkey running at the door of the Taoist temple, what is Amitabha Buddha? ”

Zhao Chunyang spread his hands and pretended to be serious.

The old monk laughed helplessly, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have this stinky virtue." ”

"Poor Dao also thinks that you bald donkey is dead, hey, those few knives of yellow paper and silver coins were burned in vain in the early years. Zhao Chunyang diverted the topic and stared at the old monk quietly.

The old monk stopped in place and thought for a moment.

For a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled, chattering with each other and disliking each other, but they were full of emotion.

"What are you looking for a poor road?" Zhao Chunyang has never liked nonsense, thought for two seconds, and got straight to the point.

The old monk said, "I invite you to go down the mountain." ”

"Where are you going?" asked Zhao Chunyang.

"Swallow Lake. ”

Zhao Chunyang retracted his expression, his eyes playfully jumped over the old monk, looked at the location of Swallow Lake from a distance, and said curiously, "Where are you standing?"

"Ning Sheng. ”

After Zhao Chunyang let go of his hands, "This is a person who wants to do big things." ”

Ning Shang wants to pull the royal family off the altar, today's Yanjing is almost well known, and Zhao Chunyang, who is in the Taoist temple, seems to be ignorant of the world, but in fact, he knows a little bit about it.

"Are you going to pull me in?" Zhao Chunyang rolled his eyes angrily at the old monk.

The old monk rarely showed a sly smile.

Zhao Chunyang blew his beard and stared, eager to pick up the broom, and swept the old bald donkey who had known him for decades to get out.

disappeared for many years without any news, and now he has returned rashly, if it weren't for his good mentality, he would have jumped to his feet in fright.

After the silence, Zhao Chunyang's gaze turned back to look at Huangting Mountain, which was facing across the clouds on the east side of Zhenwu Mountain.

The wind dances there, and the scenery is very good.

It is also a Taoist temple that has branches and leaves in Yanjing, but the Huangting Taoist Temple established in Huangting Mountain, the development of the past few years is much more majestic than the real martial arts temple, and it is almost the head of the Taoist gate.

If it weren't for the catastrophe?

"Hey. Zhao Chunyang sighed and suddenly felt a toothache.

The grievances and grievances of the past should have been revealed.

However, in the bottom of Zhao Chunyang's heart, he was finally resentful.

After all, without that sudden catastrophe, where would it be the turn of the Huangting Taoist Temple to pull the tiger skin as the king? Delusional to claim to be the head of the Dao Sect is really shameless.

The old monk actually knows this old story.

Zhenwu Mountain used to be in Yanjing, the capital of the country, known as a first-class sect, the momentum of development is like a tiger, and the former head of the real person is a generation of great power, amazing talent, and unique coquettishness.

Approaching his later years, he taught the real people to work hard for decades, and finally forged a terrifying magic weapon with five realms.

It's a pity that he was told to the Fifth Imperial Family, and it is impossible to find out through what channels he informed, and it alarmed the Fifth Imperial Family anyway.

A decree came from the Fifth Imperial Family, ordering the real person in charge to give this magic weapon to his clan, which sounds polite and negotiable, and in the final analysis, he will be loved by people.

Thereafter.

The predecessor taught Zhenren to be ill, and it didn't take long for him to die of depression.

The eldest disciple Zhao Chunyang successfully took over the position of head of the sect.

A generation of new people replaces the old, and according to common sense, this turmoil is over.

It's a pity that the real Huangting Taoist Temple, which has just begun and risen in the sky, was openly built on the opposite hill and gradually crushed the light of the True Martial Daoist Temple.

There are some words, everyone is too lazy to turn over and over, just chewing on the root of the tongue.

The Quartet royal family is not visible in the Yanjing Mountain Gate and has always been hidden, but their terrifying appeal that permeates this vast world is by no means a word.

Huangting Taoist Temple, most likely a puppet supported by the Fifth Imperial Family, is used to beat the True Martial Daoist Temple.

"I robbed my master of my life's work, and I turned around and bullied my true martial arts temple, hey. Zhao Chunyang sighed, his mood fell to the bottom, and the master was too resentful of his death.

"I'm one step ahead. The old monk stopped at the point, took the little monk and turned away.

Zhao Chunyang said suddenly, "Poor Dao just ask, does Ning Sheng want to hammer the Fifth Imperial Family the most?"

The old monk laughed and walked away.

Zhao Chunyang put his hands in his sleeves, returned to the Taoist temple crookedly, passed by several side rooms, and finally stopped and stared in front of a scroll of portraits, "Master, if you are still in the sky, give me a word, should Chunyang go out of the mountain this time?"

If you are undecided, you can ask the spring breeze.

Hanging in the air, the slowly swaying scroll of the painting, rattling, Zhao Chunyang looked up in a daze, and for a moment, he seemed to see the master on the painting laughing.

After that, Zhao Chunyang laughed along.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, it!"

Rumble!

A pillar of golden light, at a terrifying speed, caught up with the old monk and stood side by side with him.

Zhao Chunyang, who appeared again, still had a lotus flower on his head, but he was wearing a purple gold robe, holding a whisk in his hand, which was really a fairy wind.

"Leaving the mountain is for joining the WTO. ”

"Poor Dao's body is in the realm of heaven, and he can probably compete with you, a bald donkey, and he is qualified to come down to the platform. ”

Amitabha.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

(End of chapter)