This is a twilight old man, on his body, there is no so-called high-ranking person raising his arms and calling the princes to worship the qi of the eight kings, there is just a kind of unpretentious indifference, perhaps it is the introverted calmness of this age, so that he does not look abrupt on his body.

Very ordinary old man.

The wind was blowing, and some cold wind blew between his wrinkled and deeply locked brows, which made him feel a little inexplicably comfortable and comfortable, and the guard handed over an overcoat, but the old man waved his hand lightly, and refused the guard's kind gesture.

Time seems to pass very slowly, knowing that the mountain may have been turned upside down, but the old man's footsteps are not in a hurry, commenting on the mountain scenery all the way, obviously not very talkative old man, but there is a kind of literati and scholars more out-of-the-ordinary 'for the new words to say sorrow'.

From beginning to end, a young man in a very formal suit and leather shoes followed the old man's side, he was enough to describe his eyebrows and eyes, and his demeanor was graceful and elegant, not arrogant or impatient.

"Ye Guyu has accepted two good disciples, one is the Ye family who is willing to risk the world's disapproval, and is arrogant and arrogant at all costs to correct his name;

A slight smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and he asked softly the young man in formal clothes beside him.

The young man's heartbeat sped up a little for no reason, the so-called companion is like a tiger, even he who has long boasted that he is calm and calm in the face of things, he can't help but have some heart palpitations; because the identity of the old man in front of him can be regarded as one of the few veterans after the founding of the country, and he is still the only one who has achieved the only remaining level.

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes were dark, he didn't know what to think, and he said after a while: "In this life, people will always be kind to some people, and they will offend some people, and they will owe some people, these are inevitable, He Zhennan does things, but he wants to be worthy of his heart, at least, he will not be awakened by nightmares." ”

He Zhennan!

The adopted son of He Zongwen, the former leader of the Southern Underground World, is also Ye Guyu's eldest disciple and Ye Qingling's only senior brother.

This man who is said to have no intention of falling in love with power, but is extremely obsessed with dancing, no one can tell his inner world, whether it is a pure land, or a pile of dust, which is impossible to study, or is it an ambition hidden deep in his heart?

Who knows?

Lin Yanran, the blood scorpion who has always been deeply in love with him, or does he know a little?

The old man recalled He Zhennan's words very seriously, then turned around, patted He Zhennan's shoulder gently, and said apologetically: "Over the years, I have suffered you." ”

He Zhennan's expression changed slightly, as if he had some unknown suffering, and then smiled bitterly, and said: "If he doesn't die, maybe the southern underground world can't really shuffle the cards, even if he once treated me like a mountain." ”

The old man sighed a little sighing, or sighed that those lifelong intrigues, the battles in the temples and rivers and lakes, the bustling world, are all farces for profit, the world is full of states, and the world is hot and cold.

He Zhennan's eyes suddenly revealed a deep killing intent, and all the soldiers who opened the way were almost at the same time as if they were facing the enemy.

Everyone looked up at the stone steps almost at the same time.

All on alert!

A woman leisurely descends the stone steps.

She is like an autumn elf, dancing solo in this season.

This is a woman who is extremely beautiful, nearly forty years old but still beautiful-

Blood Coral!

She was condescending, obviously she had seen this group of guests going up the mountain a long time ago, but in her autumn-like eyes, there was a kind of disdain that came from the depths of her bones or soul.

The old man waved his hand and told everyone to let their guard down.

A group of people go up the mountain, and one person goes down the mountain.

Those who go up the mountain are in a prominent position, and those who come down are like ignorant children.

The atmosphere is a little subtle.

The old man waved his hand to stop everyone, and the blood coral with the height of the sky and the earth continued to descend the mountain.

The autumn wind raised the long waterfall hair of blood coral, and her eyebrows were poetic and shining, shining with a strange atmosphere.

Between heaven and earth, there is only the sound of her footsteps.

When she walked past the old man who was closely guarded by the guards, she muttered something that everyone didn't understand: "It's boring and tight, and it's an out-and-out farce." ”

The old man breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and then watched the woman go down the mountain, and then looked up at the majestic General Mountain, and was a little angry: "Chickens fly and dogs jump!"

General Hill.

Ye Guyu's master and apprentice went up the mountain.

The old lady of the Chen family stood in front of the mountain gate like this, watching the arrival of uninvited guests.

There was no sense of saber-rattling in the atmosphere.

No one acted rashly.

Ye Guyu fought with a sword in a green shirt, extremely chivalrous and arrogant, he had made up his mind, this trip to General Mountain may be the final battle of his life.

Thinking of this, his steps were more steady.

Dozens of steps, but as long as thousands of years.

The wind blows the withered yellow fallen leaves on this magnificent mountain and river, and blows on the placket of Ye Guyu's clothes.

The autumn wind is slaughtered.

The hearts of the master and apprentice are still cold.

On the mountain are the old lady of the Chen family, Chen Jianwu, the god of war Chen Qinglong, Lieutenant General Wang, the old lady of the Bai family, Wen Zhizhang and some others who stand up and make the entire Huaxia Kingdom tremble.

Compared with the two, the lonely Ye Guyu master and apprentice seem to be alone, and there is a kind of inexplicable sad artistic conception of a strong man.

Liu Chuan Chasing Clouds, Xuanyuan Shenji and Linghu Yunruo and others walked up the mountain slowly about thirty steps away from Ye Guyu's master and apprentice, they understood that the bell still needed to be tied to the bell, and the upcoming dialogue was not for anyone to have the right to speak, he might decide a hearty and hearty bloody case that was destined to shock Huaxia, or a farce under the thunder and heavy rain.

At the moment, however, everything is unknown.

Finally, Ye Guyu and Ye Qingling stopped at a distance of twenty steps from the old lady of the Chen family.

The air condensed at this moment, and the atmosphere that was not tense took a sharp turn at this moment, like the cold ice of the wax moon.

The autumn wind of slaughter blew Ye Guyu's green shirt, and the hunting sounded, like the beginning of a war drum, and the sky seemed to be a little more gloomy.

The old lady of the Chen family laughed at this moment, the voice was vicissitudes, but with a trace of uninhibited demeanor, her body was straight, like a lion ready to go, but she also had a posture of looking down on the common people, and said, "Ye Guyu, why did you come from?"

The audience was silent, and the falling needles could be heard!

Everyone was waiting for Ye Guyu's answer.

Ye Guyu didn't answer.

He used his actions to illustrate his intentions.

One step out, like thunder, rushed up the mountain.

In the once splendid and magnificent rivers and lakes, there is a legend: Ye Guyu kills people, within 20 steps, even if thousands of troops and horses block the front, the enemy's head is like sticking to sell grass.

At this moment, the distance between the old lady of the Chen family and Ye Guyu was no more, no less, just twenty steps.