The adult looked sad and patted his big breast gently. "Poor, I used to be a good adult with red sleeves, and I had a terrible accident at the beginning......"

The rich woman suddenly stopped and poured herself a bowl of wine.

Chutian thought, "What's the matter?" The landlady is still a storyteller.

The rich woman suddenly laughed. "Forget it, if you don't mention it, it's all rotten grain and rotten sesame seeds. ”

Chu Tian smiled and said, "That's it. Stories are dead things. There is no point in mentioning it any further. ”

The phoenix woman smiled, and Bai Meisheng said, "Yo, I can't see that the prince is really a talent who fights swords on the green mountain?" "Why, can you read the realm of harmony between man and nature?" I heard that your martial arts have reached the pinnacle, but like the ancient saints, they can express their destiny and become prophets!"

Chu Tian shook his head helplessly. "What kind of civil and military path do I take?"

Chu Tian changed the subject, "I heard that the master of Longqian City is worshipped by the elders of Qingyun Pavilion. She has a good reputation. Did the landlady see the demeanor of the older generation?"

Fengxiang woman smiled, "Knowledge is knowledge, but word of mouth, in fact, reputation is mixed." After all, if you want to manage such a large city well, plus the foot of the mountain within a radius of thousands of miles, in addition to the wind and sunshine, there are also ugly places, you will definitely offend some people, three people become tigers, and the reputation is not bad, but there is one point, the prestige is not bad.

Chu Tian nodded, he only heard that the famous city lord had no intersection, and he would not have thought of it.

The rich woman blushed after drinking a large bowl of wine, but her eyes became softer and softer. "Martial arts is a time-consuming and lifelong thing. The ex was sent to this place, and she began to make a bold decision. Over the years, it has been said that she is treating the arch from the outside. Actually, she called me five ways and five ways. Say, as long as it's not messy outside, people can't bear to pay attention to these small noises, otherwise it's just dealing with these ordinary people, rolling in the mud, martial arts can't give up, time is precious to ordinary people, but for us monks, it's even more precious, after all, a. If we shut up and applaud, decades may have passed.

Chu Tian nodded and said, "This is the truth. ”

Chu Tian ate exquisite dishes and drank a glass of Zhong Ling wine. It's rare to eat for so long. Despite not having the company of Meida, to be honest, the landlady.

A dry mountain thousands of miles away from Longqian City.

A young man in a big red robe stopped, raised his hand, wiped his forehead with sweat, cursed, and sat down on the black stone steps at his feet.

Even so, the young man in the red robe fluttering in the wind was still like the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

This style has penetrated into the bones.

It was as if his sword was imbued with this romantic freehand nature.

Qingyun Pavilion Chaoxian Peak, the forbidden place of the back mountain, is said to be a cage opened by the great god of the cave, called Chaoxian Pavilion, the forbidden entrance, there is a ladder to climb the fairy, built by the ninety-eighty-one trapped dragon stone, walking in it, giving people a feeling that Mount Wang'e is pressed on the shoulder.

Half a month ago, due to Jian Yi's desperate bet, he climbed the ladder alone, but he didn't expect that in the past, this young Junyan, who was known as the first person in the descendants of Qingyun, didn't even climb 36 steps.

At this moment, an elegant old man with white sideburns stood under the ladder, looking up at his intelligent closed disciple with complicated eyes.

Although Jiazi is known as a martial arts wizard once in a hundred years in Qingyunmen, Jiazi's era has stepped into the infant realm of the Yuan Dynasty, but the higher he goes, the wider the world he sees, and the more awe he is of the martial arts in the old man's heart, the heavier the sky, the heavier the clouds and mist around him.

The old man had long known the life and history of his disciples, and also knew that his disciples wanted to accomplish his cause. How easy was it to subvert Great Qin with the help of one person, not to mention anything else, his great battle. When he was young, how could he be worse than the current sword? Writing wind and waves, poems into crying ghosts and crying gods, known as the penmanship of Qingyun Taoist, only crown, stepping on the realm of Shenqiao, and in the year of its establishment, stepping on the Dan River, not confused, you can get a glimpse of the baby's talent, compared with the dynasty of Daqin, it is not bad, but even so, how is it possible, in the end, it is not blocked. Under the shattering of the "Dragon Gate", for more than ten years, I had to look at the sea and sigh.

The golden scales are not something in the pond, when the wind and clouds change the dragon.

Do you know what the real change is in this place, and what is the emperor's grace and happiness?

From the Martial Dao to the Heavenly Dao, once the Dragon Gate Pass is passed, the sky will fly freely, but the premise is that it is recognized by the heavens and the earth and sealed by that person's martial arts.

Great Qin, one of the emperors, was known as the Son of Heaven.

Is it so easy to say?

It is impossible to set foot on the border of Longmen. To subvert the territory of a nation's home is to set off some hurricanes and waves. It's hard to climb into the sky.

The tall old man shook his head, sighed, and said nothing.

When the sword stood up and gritted his teeth, he felt his legs twist like a hundred thousand mountains, making it difficult to walk any step. Even though he had to stop for half a day with every step, Chu Tian felt that his strength had recovered, and he didn't just stand up, but a greater force surged in.

Jian Xin sneered, there are billions of martial arts in the world, but only at your feet, your old man has lived for many years, and he does not seek his own Heavenly Dao, but he believes in what kind of Heavenly Dao is sealed, and he really lives most of his life by dogs.

The old man paused for a long time, sighed, swept a hand, and shook his sword. His voice is elegant. "In ancient times, the sages combed through the scriptures and rituals of the world and set them as nine times and eighteen paths. Our Qingyun Pavilion is only one of the eighteen roads of Baixiang Island, the so-called Tianjiao Junyan. It is not difficult to climb to the top of the earth of Yuan Guo's young territory, but it is not difficult to get out of the top of Yuan Guo, "Step, it will touch the so-called rules and etiquette, except that the emperor is the sky, at that time it will only smash the void, but it is so contrary to the way of heaven, and in the end you can't escape the fate of the soul, why are you so stubborn?"

Jian looked at the old man and said bluntly, "I just want to build roads all day long." ”

The old man shook his head and sighed, his voice still the same, "Even so, after so many years of humiliation and burden, you can't wait?"

Jianyi was too lazy to argue with the old man about these things. It's really boring to argue with old people. What's more, the old man was his cheaper host. He could not afford to leave him who he was for generations. He really didn't say anything. He asked, "When you step into the gate, help me replace him?"

The old man smiled helplessly and said, "Although this is not the case, at least I can take you out of this world, when this world is big, why not?"

Jian smiled and said, "You secretly tripped over Chu Tian's companion again?"

The old man did not deny it. He nodded and said, "Since you have decided to go against the sky, you must have enough luck and ability to do it." It's not a stumbling block. It's just to let Duan set up a bureau and give it a try. ”

Sword asked, "How do you try?"

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "These are just a few divine bridges that do not enter the stream. The Foundation is very fictitious. On weekdays, on the other side of Longxiang City, it lives by burning, killing, and plundering tigers. This time, it was just an opportunity to cast a net and accumulate a lot of evil virtues.

The sword sprayed tea on the old man's face one by one. The master of Qingyun Pavilion, the old man who had spent decades in the fairyland, had just raised his hand and gently wiped it away, staring at his disciple.

Jian Yi muttered coldly, "How many unruly mysterious bridges are there?" Chu Tian's companions now have a maximum of seven spirit realms and martial arts. Even better, eight realms of soul and martial arts. How many puzzles can you find for him about the past of the Shenqiao Kingdom? The old man asked himself, when you are in the eight realms of Soul and Wu, how many points can you win for the monks of the Upper Shenqiao Realm, even if they are fictional foundations?

Read the latest chapter, and that's it