The starlight is sprinkled, the moonlight is like water, by the lake, there is a bonfire, Qin Xuan and others are sitting on the side, the little fat man and the little guy are enthusiastically roasting meat, bouncing, very happy.

"Wu'er, this little girl, don't let the little fat man take them badly!" Watching the four little guys beat me up, Jackie Chan couldn't help but speak, with a smile on his face.

Unconsciously, it has been two days since I came to Xia Ke Island, but the time feels long, every day, there are earth-shattering things happening, and they also want to be calm, but in the rivers and lakes, everything is already involuntarily.

Qin Xuan sat next to him and said with a smile: "It's okay, at their age, they should make more noise!"

"Hehe, they here, compared to us, may be old goblins!"

Everyone was silent, indeed, after stepping into the path of cultivation, everything was already ethereal, and the wheel marks of the years were already a little blurry for them, because every grass, tree, beast, or person they might encounter had already lived for a long time.

"What's that, after such a comparison, it seems that we are younger, and we can have more time to explore, pursue the mysteries of heaven and earth, my dream is to walk in every corner of the sky and see the wonders of the world!" one person sighed with a smile.

"Yes, in the past, we could only be limited to a corner of the place, and before fate, we were helpless, but now, we have the ability to resist, at least live more fully and happier. Someone laughed.

Everyone nodded, and came to this point, for many helplessness of fate, they have the ability to say "no", everything points to their hearts, and they live a self.

At least, there is no need to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in the world, but perhaps it is precisely because of this that many people who embark on the path of cultivation are losing something, and at a fork in the road, when looking back at the past, they can only sigh bitterly.

This is because the path of cultivation is a path that for many people, there is no "hope", there is no prospect, and oneself can only endure loneliness and loneliness in the mountains, rivers and rivers, and arduous cultivation, just for the ethereal dream.

"Alas, cultivation and cultivation, if you see it through, it is only in one word', if you want to have great achievements, everything needs to be fought for, and it is precisely because of this that the cultivation world is more sinister than the world, somehow, I am a little tired!"

"Me too, the life I yearn for is to control Qinghong and be a free, unrestrained, and wanton wanderer, not a 'murderous' demon. ”

"Alas, along the way, we who were originally very 'pure' have blood on our hands!"

"Life is the greatest miracle in the world, and now, in our hands, I don't know how many, the path of cultivation is destined to be a road full of blood, as long as you step in, no one is not an 'executioner', full of pathos and helplessness. ”

Many people sighed, some stretched out their hands, looked at it, their eyes were blurred, these hands were different from before, they were covered with too many souls, too much blood.

"What we kill, we all deserve to be killed. ”

Qiao Feng shook his head and drank his wine in a big gulp, the time when he embarked on the path of cultivation was much earlier than others, at the beginning, he had a sense of revenge in his heart, and on the way, he became a brother with Qin Xuan.

"A good man lives a lifetime, just try to be happy, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles, even if he is not a really good man, but he must be worthy of his heart, the blood stained on our hands should not be a nightmare, but should be a stepping stone on the road of cultivation. ”

His voice is loud, free and domineering, wanton and unassuming, making people's blood boil, this is a tough man, in many cases, often just a glance, can make people feel close, want to get close.

"Come, let's do it together!" he laughed.

"Good ......"

"!"

Everyone laughed, met and knew each other, it was a kind of fate, unconsciously, so many people, from all over the world, came together, fate was connected, and they became brothers and friends, a family.

"Bang!"

"Haha......"

Everyone laughed, held the wine jar, and poured wine wantonly, as a child of the "rivers and lakes", at this moment, wine has become indispensable, a part of life.

"We should do another altar, because we are alive and can live forever!"

"Yes, five thousand years in China, the ancient emperors, want to live forever and are helpless, but we are almost immortal, although it is only a few thousand years, in the long river of time, we can't turn a wave, but this is compared to a hundred years in a snap of a finger, we still make a lot of money!"

"Haha, someone once asked me, what is happiness, I replied to him, we are still alive, we can still breathe fresh air, we can also enjoy the sun, this is happiness, come, do a jar!"

"Cultivators, although they often have to endure loneliness and loneliness, are often the happiest, because the moment they break through a realm, that kind of consciousness is undoubtedly the most beautiful in the world, and this may also be the motivation to be able to continue cultivating. ”

"Come, for the sake of this happiness that is twice as much as others, let's do another altar!"

"Good ......"

"!"

At this moment, they were talking, laughing, wantonly, pouring wine, and on the shore of the lake, the smell of wine was charming, and the stars were sprinkled, peaceful and holy, and everyone was clothed in a veil.

"Xiao Xuan, what do you say our future is, can we continue like this forever?" After drinking an unknown number of jars of wine, someone muttered when someone poured the wine.

"Yes!"

Qin Xuan nodded, with so many brothers and friends to accompany him, on the road of cultivation, he would not be lonely, because they would support each other and move forward, and no one would be left behind.

"The wolf smoke rises and the mountains look north, the dragon rises and rolls the horse, the sword breath is like frost, the heart is like the Yellow River, who can resist in the twenty years of vertical and horizontal, hatred and madness, how many siblings are loyal to the bones of the homeland, what a pity to die to serve the family and country, endure sighs and regret and are speechless with blood and tears......"

“…… The horseshoe goes south to the north to look at the north, the people look north to the grass and yellow dust, I am willing to defend the land and reopen the territory, and China wants to let the Quartet come to ...... Congratulations ......"

I don't know when, Jackie Chan held the wine jar and sang such a song, and finally, everyone sang together, this song "Loyal to the Country", everyone was agitated, that kind of domineering and publicity, that kind of wanton and no regrets, everyone had tears in their eyes.

They were drinking and singing, and this was a crowd of passionate people!

“…… The horseshoe goes south to the north to look at the north, the people look north to the grass and yellow dust, I am willing to defend the land and reopen the territory, and China wants to let the Quartet come to ...... Congratulations ......"

"Xiao Xuan, what is our hope, what is our dream, where is the future of our motherland, and where will our Yanhuang go?" Jackie Chan was drunk and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Our hope, our future, will be closely linked with our motherland, our own bloodline, from now on, we are a group of people with a mission, Yanhuang, this great race, it will bloom in our hands, open to every corner of the universe!"

Qin Xuan shouted, his blood boiling.

"What should we do in the face of obstacles, what should we do in the face of hardship, what should we do in the face of all dangers?"

"Destroy!"

"Destroy!!"

"Destroy !!"

Everyone shouted together, raised the wine jar, the stars were sprinkled, the moon was like water, everyone was baptized, the two days, the confusion and confusion, everything disappeared.

Yan Huang, one word, two words, since everyone is born, fate, has been closely linked to it.

Monks, most of them are selfish, they are all for themselves, for their own longevity, they can kill monstrous people, destroy tens of thousands of people, and in the end, only to achieve themselves.

"From now on, I have decided to fight for Yanhuang all her life, this great race, it is time for her to rise!"

"I also joined, just because I am a member of Yanhuang, with Yanhuang's blood flowing!"

"Yanhuang, the Chinese on the earth, has endured too much suffering, and when I go back, I want to build a paradise!"

"Let's build together, no regrets! Friend, will you join? We all have the blood of Yan Huang, and we all have the blood of Yan Huang!"

At this time, Jackie Chan suddenly looked at a corner, Qin Xuan and the others also looked over, there was no one there, but Qin Xuan and the others were watching, and in the end, Qin Xuan threw away a wine jar.

"Bang!"

A figure gradually revealed, stretched out his hand, and took the jar.

This is a young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, heroic and vigorous, with black hair scattered wantonly, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, with a handsome face, and bright eyes, as deep as the starry sky.

Behind his back, with a sword on his back, he took over Qin Xuan's wine jar, strode over, and said, "Good wine!"

"Since it's good wine, then I'll give you an altar!" Qin Xuan said with a smile and picked up a jar of wine from the ground.

"Good!"

The two signaled, and then poured it in a big gulp, and in the blink of an eye, a jar of wine, the two of them drank it all, and the black-haired young man smiled: "I am used to the life of an ascetic, this red dust and fine wine makes people's hearts tickle." ”

"Haha, it's a guest, let's drink together!" Qin Xuan said with a smile.

"I'm here for him!"

The young man smiled gently, and looked at the ancient sword sitting on the ground, he also carried a sword on his back, and the same demeanor was peerless.

"It seems that you are the master of the Earth List, Dugu Sword Demon?" Qin Xuan asked.

The black-haired boy nodded and said, "That's right, thank you for the wine!"

"No thanks!" Qin Xuan shook his head.

"Fight with me!" Dugu Sword Demon looked at the ancient sword and spoke.

"Dugu's defeat of seniors, does it have anything to do with you?" At this time, Gu Jian asked.

The young man's expression froze slightly, and he replied, "He is the ancestor of my Dugu family!"

"In this way, I have a good relationship with you!" Gu Jian smiled.

"Fight me!" said the Dugu Sword Demon.

"Yes!"

Gu Jian stood up, he was dressed in cyan clothes, his black hair was tied back at will, his posture was high, he stood at will, he was one with heaven and earth, the breath of the Tao flowed, empty and ethereal.