The villa area of Jingting Lake in Jiangnan City.

The interior of a minimalist residence, the beautiful living room, and the magnificent lighting embellish the exquisite and elegant quality.

"Difficult?"

Han Dong dusted off his light blue short sleeves and stretched his waist leisurely: "As far as I know, a down-and-out situation similar to the Qingshan Sect only needs to apply for the review of the sect sequence. After verification, it is a small martial arts sect registered in the register and system. ”

The Qingshan Sect is a large-scale martial arts sect.

Moreover, according to Han Dong's own inquiry, as early as more than 20 years ago, the Qingshan Sect ranked 39th in the system of large-scale martial arts sects, which can be called the extremely strong sect.

So.

Even if you're down now, it's extremely easy to get back into the sequence.

Yan Cangtu's eyes were filled with a deep groan, and he gently leaned back on the pale gold-colored sofa: "If an idle martial arts practitioner wants to form a new sect, he must go through a strict process, and there are enough five-level qualification verifications. ”

"The name of the Qingshan Sect is still there, and it only needs a simple three-layer verification. ”

"Having said that, if you want to pass, you still don't have much hope. ”

After speaking.

Yan Cangtu hesitated for a moment, picked up the tea-making tool resting on the sofa table, and prepared to make tea, when the sound of boiling water began to echo in the wide living room.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong squinted.

"Boss Yan. He frowned, "As far as I know, there are only two conditions for realignment. One is that the sect master has reached the title of three-step martial sect realm, and the second is a disciple. ”

With the situation of the Qingshan Sect, only the simple structure of the sect master and disciples is needed to return to the sequence. The other two layers of verification are really easy for Han Dong.

It's nothing more than a requirement to kill demons and monsters.

"So. ”

Han Dong sat on the sofa, leaning forward slightly and staring at Yan Cangtu: "Qingshan Sect has already met these two conditions, why can't it return to the sect sequence?"

Ning Mo was kind to himself, first after receiving apprentices, he tempered and taught his heart, then helped himself establish his belief in life step by step, and finally gave him the skills of piling and mystical skills. Moreover, nearly half of the Qingshan Sect's battle merit points were attributed to Han Dong.

Such a heavy kindness, I have to repay it.

What Ning Moli wanted was only to make a name for himself in the Qingshan Sect, and Han Dong also thought in his heart that he was a disciple of the Qingshan Sect.

It's a sense of belonging!

Subtly, he felt a sense of belonging to the sect.

"That being said. Yan Cangtu met Han Dong's stern gaze, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head: "The core institutions of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance are basically in the imperial capital...... I'm not sure if I can pass or not, and I still need you to go to the imperial capital in person. ”

Anyway.

Yan Cangtu pursed his lips, made a cup of steaming hot tea for the two of them, and didn't say anything more.

"Yes. ”

Hearing this, Han Dong frowned thoughtfully, and Yan Cangtu slowly pushed over a cup of hot tea, and a trace of indescribable complex emotions crossed his eyes, as if he was sympathetic and emotional, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Quiet.

The interior of the vast living room, quietly.

Occasionally, I could hear Zhang Hao's low exclamation outside, and it was estimated that it was the first time he had seen so many high-tech equipment.

The small house that is about to move into is equipped with countless technological products, practical equipment, and decorative types.

"Strange. ”

"I can feel it. Han Dong said secretly: "Yan Cangtu has no malice in his heart. But he didn't want to say more, could it be that our Qingshan Sect had other hidden secrets? Or, Shizun was actually not a title of the Three-Step Martial Sect Realm?"

There are thousands of thoughts, flashes of inspiration, but they can't figure it out.

Despite the vague reminders from Ning Moli and Yan Cangtu in front of him, Han Dong was still determined to go to the imperial capital, the most core city of Huaguo, next week.

The capital and imperial capital of China!

On this trip, the affairs of the Qingshan Sect must be properly handled.

And deep down, Han Dong also wants to appreciate the style of the imperial capital and experience the imperial capital, which is known as the first of the four first-class capitals in China...... Although in recent years, the capital of Yunhai has slightly surpassed the imperial capital in terms of economy.

But it can't be denied.

Perhaps every Chinese person has the idea of visiting the imperial capital.

"The Imperial Capital. ”

"The memory of the previous life is always the memory, and I haven't been to the imperial capital to see it in this life. Han Dong pondered for a moment, ready to take out his mobile phone to log in to the booking app and book one...... No, maybe you can't book two tickets.

If Zhang Hao also wants to go to the imperial capital, take a walk.

"Whew. ”

The corners of Han Dong's mouth were outlined, and he chuckled and took a sip of hot tea.

Now that the girl has embarked on the road of martial arts, the relationship between the two must also have a new beginning, and there is no need to deliberately delay.

Woohoo, woohoo.

The tea was filled with a faint fragrance, and Han Dong couldn't help but take two more sips.

Contralateral.

Yan Cangtu looked at Han Dong in surprise, and his heart was slightly happy...... In the past, Han Dong would never drink any drinks outside at will, and basically brought his own mineral water.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, Han Dong has initial trust in himself, and it should be no problem to bring his sister to the door today to apologize.

"Hmm. ”

"This tea is good. ”

Han Dong squinted his eyes, like a cow chewing a peony to taste fragrant tea.

Vigilance and prudence are essential traits for martial arts practitioners. In addition, the martial arts world has learned that the ghosts have become stronger and the disadvantages of possession have disappeared, causing Han Dong to become more vigilant.

But.

With his physical fitness, he was comparable to the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm, even if there were toxins or irritating drugs in the tea, Han Dong didn't care at all.

"It's a good tea, isn't it? ”

Yan Cangtu pointed to the tea box next to him with a smile on his face: "These are plateau teas produced in the northwest region of China, you taste good, I'll get you some more." ”

Good.

Han Dong replied and drank the hot tea in one gulp.

"That's right. ”

"Look at the decoration style of this house, do you still need to adjust it?" Yan Cangtu asked, if Han Dong was not satisfied, he had to continue to decorate.

"Don't ask me. Han Dong waved his hand and leaned on the edge of the sofa, as if lazily basking in the sun: "I have to ask Zhang Hao about this, anyway, I don't care, she can be satisfied." ”

"It's fine. ”

Yan Cangtu took a sip of tea, looking at Han Dong's casual tone, I am afraid that he respects Zhang Hao very much.

He sighed with emotion, and quietly tasted the hot tea in the cup, the temperature of the hot tea could not burn his body skin at all.

All of a sudden.

Outside there was the sound of a cheerful conversation.

"Sister Yan, what is this?"

"The smart access control that can be controlled remotely, the touch screen next to it is the theater control system, and the projection equipment can be turned on in the evening, and the blank wall on the left side of the door is the screen. ”

"Wow. ”

The girl pointed curiously.

Follow.

She straightened the pink bear on her chest, gently pushed open the half-hidden heavy solid wooden door, thousands of waves echoed in her little head, and her face was flushed with excitement and looked at Han Dong.

It's like a world of technology.

Rao is Zhang Hao is rich in knowledge, and he was also shocked to the depths of his heart, both apprehensive and timid, because the dream is too much!

"Han Dong. ”

The girl called softly.

After all, she felt the gap between herself and Han Dong, which made Zhang Hao a little unconfident, and also a little anxious and confused.

True.

Zhang Hao doesn't care about this, but the difference between the two ends of the relationship is too big, and such a small house alone is afraid that his father Zhang Luoyu's entire net worth.

"What's wrong?"

Han Dong got up with a light smile and looked at the girl's flushed face: "Are we still satisfied with our little house, if we are not satisfied, let Yan Cangtu renovate it for us." ”

Tiny house.

Is this our little house?

At this moment, Zhang Hao could only clench his palms like condensed fat and look at Han Dong, his clear and beautiful eyes reflected Han Dong's gentle gaze, his heart seemed to have been hit, his thinking seemed to be frozen, and he stared at Han Dong in a daze.

"Pretty good. ”

The girl bowed her head slightly.

"It's good to be satisfied, it seems that I don't have to toss Yan Cangtu anymore. Han Dong took a breath of fresh air, everything around him was so beautiful, as if the air was also filled with a faint fragrance, and only the shy eyes were left in his field of vision.

"I'm going to the imperial capital next week, together?"

"Okay. ”

......

Early the next morning.

The entrance of the boys' dormitory building of Jiangnan University.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong stepped on a pair of dark sneakers and walked out of the dormitory building that he was about to move out.

The small house has been tidied up, but he still plans to stay in the separate bedroom for another two days before moving into the small house.

After all, if you move out of the dormitory, you will never go back.

"The dormitory of Jiangnan Academy. ”

Han Dong stopped his pace and looked back.

This five-storey dormitory building is a little quiet and quiet at this time, just in the early morning, only some students holding books come in and out, and the dormitory manager at the door wears a scarf and slowly drags the neat floor.

In retrospect, I lived here for more than half a year.

Han Dong took a breath, with mixed feelings, and watched two or three students in long sportswear walk out of the dormitory, probably planning to go for a morning run.

"It's a pity. ”

"I can't fit in anymore. Han Dong turned around and walked towards the pitch-black red flag LA parked in the distance, started the vehicle, and drove away from Jiangnan Academy.

As a matter of fact.

After joining the defense organization, Han Dong became more and more aware of his misfit. If he were a normal and ordinary martial arts student, he might be able to enjoy an ivory tower school environment.

That's right.

He became stronger, and he became lonely.

For example, Lin Zekai, a martial arts student, is still at the first-grade level, and he may be promoted to a martial artist at the end of the semester.

"Fortunately, Zhang Hao is here. ”

"Because of her, I can see all kinds of colors in life and have many beautiful experiences. ”

Thinking of this, Han Dong's gaze softened.

Ding dong.

The phone fluttered slightly.

Zhang Hao, who got up early, sent an expression of a kitten stretching his waist: "I'm getting up! ”

"Come on. ”

Han Dong replied with a QQ message and looked ahead.

Ponder for a moment.

The first wisp of gray air he harvested came from the three flying knives presented by Zhou Zhanpeng, and the three rusty flying knives came from the ancient battlefield of the martial arts world.

Just right.

Zijin Mountain, located in Jiangnan City, was one of the battlefields of the struggle that year.

Buzzing.

The car continued moving.

Han Dong went to the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain.

The other side.

Han Dong didn't reply to the QQ message for a long time, and the girl imagined all kinds of unspeakable pictures in her mind.

"╭(╯^╰)╮" She replied with a smug expression of glittering teeth: "Wait for this girl to practice the Wangjiang Mingyue pile, and knock you down with one punch." ”

Han Dong glanced at the phone screen and couldn't help but be happy.

A punch?

I'm afraid that the title of the three-step martial arts realm will be difficult to defeat myself with one punch...... Girl, you have a long way to go!

Snort.

He lightly stepped on the brakes, swept the empty and deserted early morning street in front of him, and took advantage of the time of the traffic lights to repeatedly emphasize the requirements and precautions for standing on the pile, causing Zhang Hao to roll his eyes constantly.

"Please!"

"You are not allowed to underestimate me anymore! Such a simple Wangjiang Mingyue pile will not be difficult for me. By the way, Zhang Hao sent a red wine clinking emoji with a long grassy face, and began to stand on the pile.

What do girls know?

This Wangjiang Mingyue Pile can be called precious and rare, and it cost 20,000 battle merit points. Even if it is left in the martial arts sect, it is also an extremely top-notch pile skill.

"It's easy. ”

"In order to find a pile gong that is easy to get started and can be practiced to a high level in the future, I asked a lot of female martial arts practitioners. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Dong's mouth, threw the mobile phone into the passenger seat, and continued to start the car and head to Zijin Mountain, which was twenty kilometers away.

......

Zijin Mountain is a famous scenery in Jiangnan City.

Eight hundred years ago, this place was one of the battlefields for martial arts practitioners to resist demons and monsters. At that time, the power of martial arts had just been born, and it was really weak compared to the prosperity it has today.

between the struggles.

The martial arts practitioners retreated to the eastern edge of Zijin Mountain, and finally a protracted and fierce war broke out, barely withstanding the invasion of demons and monsters.

This is also a helpless move.

If the demons and monsters are allowed to invade wantonly, the entire city will be reduced to rations, and the demons and monsters will inevitably become more terrifying and terrifying, and the martial arts practitioners are doomed to failure.

Disheveled.

The doors close.

Han Dong stood in the parking lot, looked at the famous scenic spot Zijin Mountain, and shook his head.

As far as the eye can see, the crowd is surging.

In the early morning when the air was still cool, there was already a purchase line at the ticket office of Zijin Mountain, and there were two or three couples who were leaning on each other.

"There are so many people. ”

"But the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain is not here, and we have to travel four or five kilometers east. ”

The tourist attraction of Zijin Mountain is completely different from the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain...... In ancient China, the nearby area was the area of Zijin Mountain.

No more delays.

Han Dong set off for the other direction.

As you enter the thriving jungle, there is an iron grid with a forbidden entry sign in front of you, about three meters high, and ordinary people can't climb it at all. Even if they have the ability to climb, they will be stopped by guards.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong's eyes flickered with a contemplative color, and he recalled the information he had inquired about: "Actually, the Ancient Battlefield of Zijin Mountain is just a small basin, which is equivalent to a giant valley. ”

Follow the grid and continue to the left.

All martial arts practitioners in the martial arts realm are eligible to enter the ...... The preservation of the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain is not to hide secrets, and there is nothing mysterious about it.

In fact.

The ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain is only for the admiration and remembrance of today's martial arts practitioners, and to learn from history, we should know the horror of demons and monsters, and can also inspire martial arts practitioners to fulfill the three major obligations.

"It's here. ”

Han Dong looked at the heavily guarded doorway in front of him.

After a series of identity verifications, he entered the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain. But as the scenery changed, Han Dong's face gradually became a little solemn, and finally turned into a slightly depressed seriousness.

I don't know how to describe it.

All the gorgeous rhetoric is pale and powerless in the face of cruelty, and the tragic and heroic blood that cannot be washed away by the years of decay and glory is spread all over the surrounding land, which proves the ferocity and viciousness of demons and monsters.

That's right.

Demons and monsters, regard humans as rations!

This is not a racial dispute, but a struggle between the life and death races, and unless the death of the demons and monsters is wiped out, this fierce struggle that has lasted for hundreds of years can be stopped.

"Alas. ”

He stood still.

The early spring sun shines and falls, shining on the tombstones with names and surnames, and at the same time shining on the nameless tombstones, and occasionally the miserable white bones of some arms and legs are neatly resting in front of the nameless tombstones.

"We will not retreat. ”

"We fight to the death, and we die without regret. ”

"We defend this land, and we will eventually let the sun rise and hang high. ”

Han Dong was in awe, and Shi Shiran's gaze turned to the Mirror Lake, as if there was a majestic magma volcano lurking.

The more I stopped to watch, the more angry I became.

Demons and monsters stand in front of countless human beings in a lofty posture, without mercy or compassion, madly revealing the cruelty with which they destroy everything.

Right.

Han Dong saw it.

There are many tombstones in a certain place, with their names inscribed on them, perhaps this was once a village, completely washed by demons and monsters...... These children who are not yet four or five years old have no bones!

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

Thinking back to the beginning, Tieyang Sect Cen Shaoyu sympathized with the demon heirs, alarmed the martial arts world in Jiangnan Province, and caused a huge amount of indignation and reprimand, at that time, Han Dong thought it was a big fuss.

But now.

If you re-experience it.

Han Dong didn't know if he could hold back the anger of pinching Cen Shaoyu with a slap!

"That's a demon and a monster!"

"Demons and monsters who feed on human beings and always think about enslaving and captive human beings! As a human being, how can we sympathize with demons and monsters?"

The merciful are not worthy of men.

Born as a human being, and a person who practices martial arts, he should kill all the demons and monsters, and he should defend Lang Lang Qiankun.

"Alas. ”

"I regret a little that I didn't slap Cen Shaoyu to death in the first place. Han Dong squinted his eyes, the dispute between humans and demons and monsters has gone beyond the scope of hatred, this is a battle of life and death, this is a battle for survival.

In the face of demons and monsters, it is ridiculous to talk about morality.

The ancients of China once said: If you are not of my race, your heart will be different...... In fact, this does not refer to the difference between national surnames or skin color in a narrow sense, but the difference between human beings and demons and monsters!

It's just that.

In order to cover up the truth, the martial arts world has tampered with the origin and interpretation of this statement.

"I think so. ”

Han Dong solemnly looked at the tombstones: "In ancient times, there were always some arrogant people who were high and low, and they were full of thought that human beings should try to coexist with demons and monsters on the earth and coexist peacefully. ”

Wrong.

Countless deaths, proven wrong.

The significance of the existence of the ancient battlefield of Zijin Mountain lies in the use of white bones and sacrifices to remind martial artists of the arduous struggle of those years, point out the incompatibility of human beings and demons and monsters, and alert the current era with tragic and unquenchable feelings.

"Shhh ”

Han Dong took a deep breath and continued to move his heavy steps, looking at the bloodstained weapon rack next to him, which was a weapon left over from the original battlefield.

In ancient times, martial arts practitioners still had the habit of keeping their weapons in their hands.

Even if the weapons are so fragile in the face of demons and monsters, perhaps these broken weapons can inject some insignificant courage into them.

"Weapons. ”

"These weapons are all broken. ”

Han Dong's face stopped with a solemn expression, and his left palm lightly landed on one of the broken long swords.

The sword was seven feet long and stained with rust.

Especially the fracture gap, it can be vaguely distinguished that this is the claw of the wolf demon.

This moment.

In the illusory space inside the long sword, there was a wisp of gray air flowing around, flowing endlessly, fluctuating, revealing an extremely mysterious structure.

Suck it.

Then suck it.

Boom - gray air current, fleeting.

With this gray air flow, it is integrated into Han Dong's body, strengthening the body at the same time, it is also enhancing Han Dong's mental inspiration, which has a miraculous effect.

"Hmm. ”

"I can feel ...... The inspiration is really intensifying!!"

Han Dong pursed his lips, and his left palm landed on the broken blade next to him, and once again sensed a wisp of gray air like silk cotton wool, existing in the illusory space inside the broken blade.

Follow.

Like a large number of fibers fused together, the gray air flow tends to be a complex chain of tissue, integrated into the body, and enhances the physical fitness and senses in an all-round way.

"This is the second wisp. ”

Han Dong's eyes flashed, and his depressed mood was slightly relieved.

At this time and now, sometimes there are people with solemn faces who practice martial arts standing around, and sometimes some people look at Han Dong respectfully and awe, obviously recognizing Han Dong's Xuan He identity.

The sun in mid-March is cool.

The occasional breeze renders silence.

"The third stream of gray air. ”

"The Fourth Thread...... The Seventh ...... The Twelfth ...... Nineteenth wisp ...... No, harvesting nineteen wisps of gray air in one breath should be my limit. ”

At this moment, Han Dong's face was a little solemn.

Since advancing to the Martial Artist Realm, the effect of the gray air flow has weakened more and more, until in front of him, it finally erupted again with an unimaginable miraculous effect, which surprised Han Dong fiercely.

The inspiration in my mind seems to be endlessly turbulent.

It seems to be saturated.

It's like overflowing expansion.

"Nope. ”

"I always feel like I'm not at the limit yet, hold on a little longer. Han Dong gritted his teeth and chose to believe in his inspiration.

Thereupon.

The twentieth wisp of gray air flowed into the body.

Then, the thirtieth gray air current...... Forty wisps...... The fiftieth wisp, until the fiftieth ashen airflow, he finally stopped for a moment.

"Whew. ”

"My head hurts a little. ”

Han Dong muttered to himself, rubbed his eyebrows indifferently, and looked at the neat weapon rack...... The weapon rack was about a meter high, and more than a hundred ancient weapons were placed, all rusted and badly damaged.

After summarizing.

Only the ancient weapons that have survived the main structure have the existence of gray air currents.

"If I'm right. ”

"The gray air flow belongs to the strange things that are born from the ups and downs of fate. These ancient weapons have survived large and small battles and existed for hundreds of years, so they can contain a wisp of gray air. ”

Han Dong secretly bowed his head.

He looked regretfully at the armory rack in front of him, which was about one meter high, with a total of one hundred and thirty-nine ancient weapons, allowing himself to harvest fifty-nine wisps of gray air.

"Alas. ”

"It's a pity that there aren't many of them, and they've all been integrated into the body,"

Han Dong, who was worried, couldn't help but look at the left and right sides - countless neat weapon racks, which seemed to be customized products, each one was one meter high and two meters wide, standing neatly on the ground, about a hundred meters long.

Rough statistics.

There are at least tens of thousands of ancient weapons here!

So.

How much gray air can you harvest...... Han Dong, who is well versed in high school mathematics, secretly calculated for a while and came up with an accurate answer.

"A lot. ”

"Many, many, many more. ”

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I wish readers a happy Lantern Festival, a happy family reunion, happy and good health, a promotion and salary increase watched by King's Landing, a happy relationship, and a pinnacle of life...... I also wish the readers of the outstation a happy holiday~