It's been more than a month since Kaiwen, and I resolutely asked for a collection and a recommendation>▽<

Qinglan Peak, Chiyun Mountain, and the endless Luoxia Mountain Range stopped its footsteps on the bank of the Chishui River in the southwest of Liangzhou, and it left its last traces in the southernmost corner of the Qingdian Plain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHalfway up Qinglan Peak, there is a dense mountain forest, where there are many birds and animals, full of life, but the cliffs in the mountains make this treasure land hidden in it and isolated from the world. When Mingyu spread the last bit of hay to the roof, the simple hut was now completely finished. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and then looked at the old man who had been sitting under the towering tree beside her, who had been in the wine for two whole days. Half a month ago, after Mingyu and the others left Diancheng, the old man took her to a few hidden monks' private markets, and exchanged his own small spirit stones for a few things that nourished the soul. After helping Mingyu to suppress the collapse of the spirit again, the old man seemed to have made some decision, and took Mingyu all the way west, but from then on, they would often encounter attacks by unknown monks. Mingyu couldn't help but think of three days ago, it was evening, the sky was dark, and it was still raining lightly, Mingyu himself held the black iron sword, followed behind the old man who was just holding a broken hat on his head, and she herself was only wearing a bamboo hat, but she also had a simple coat on her shoulder, although it was already the end of spring at this time, but the clothes wet by the rain would still make people shiver in the breeze that blew from time to time, Mingyu picked up the wet clothes that stuck to her arms, and the whole person shrank into the clothes. At this time, the old man who was walking in front of him suddenly stopped, "Master?" As soon as Mingyu asked, he heard several sounds of "poof", "poof" and "poof" around him. Three middle-aged men dressed in light gray and dark clothes had blocked the way of the two, the three of them had wide sleeves and long swings, and there was no water stain around them without any rain gear, and the raindrops were blocked by something half an inch away from their bodies. The man standing in the middle had a long beard, a delicate face, and a pair of red phoenix eyes showing a hint of wisdom. He took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, regarded it as a salute, and then said: "In Song Si, Huawangfu, Xialiang Prefecture, Your Excellency is the one who seriously injured my fifth brother that day?" The man's tone and demeanor seemed to be very polite. When the old man heard this, he picked the hat on his head, and the rain fell on his face full of casual expressions, "Fifth brother, but the one I taught the old man half a month ago?"

Song Si frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, a red-faced and round-eyed monk behind him had already rushed forward, and shouted angrily: "Finally let us find you, it turned out to be an old thing!" The old man saw that the red-faced monk had been glaring at him after speaking, so he quickly plucked his ears twice with his fingers, and he untied the wine gourd that had been hanging on his waist and drank a few sips, but he didn't hear the man speak.

"Third brother..."Although Song Si looked embarrassed, he looked at the red-faced monk with no sense of blame. This old man who reprimanded the old man was Song San, the third in the Song family, who had always been arrogant and domineering, and there was no one in his eyes. Song Si coughed lightly twice on the side, and finally blocked Song San behind him and continued:

"Your Excellency, don't be surprised, the three of my brothers came here today just to hope that the two of you will go with us to Huawangfu to eliminate some unnecessary misunderstandings, I don't know if it is convenient for you. Although Song Si said politely, there was no hint of inquiry in his tone. The old man put away the indifference on his face and said lightly: "What if I say no, old man?"

"What do you have to talk to him! A loose cultivator who has just built a foundation, just catch it back!" Song San next to him couldn't wait to shout when he heard it. At this time, the man who had been standing silently behind the two stepped forward, "Third brother, you stand down." His tone was calm, but the arrogant Song Sanyan immediately stepped aside, a little scared. Song Si had already turned sideways to get out of the way, and the man walked to the leading position. His face was gloomy, with a small goatee, and his eyes were fierce, he was not as polite as Song Si, but he was not as arrogant and rude as Song San, but asked in a slightly arrogant tone: "I don't know what to call this fellow Daoist?"

The old man chuckled, and after taking a big sip of wine, he put the wine gourd into the storage bag in his sleeve, and he waved his hand behind him, and Mingyu, who had been standing not far away, immediately retreated a few feet and hid behind a big tree. It seemed that the old man, like her, felt that there was a very dangerous aura on the gloomy man, she lifted the black iron sword in her arms with both hands, and hurriedly recalled in her mind the sword moves she had just learned, and her heart was a little calmer.

"What if I don't say anything, old man?" the old man put his hands behind his back, his fingers slightly clasped into the storage bag in his sleeve.

The man snorted coldly, "Daoist friends build a foundation for cultivation, but they can even defeat more than a dozen elites of the same cultivation in my clan, so I will ask, since you are so ignorant, it will save me a lot of trouble." As he spoke, he took out a dusty whisk with aura, but it was a high-level magic weapon, "Come with us, or..." The old man laughed, took a few steps back, but pondered in his heart: "This person has at least the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yudan, although it is not as good as before him, but at this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with, and there are also two monks in the foundation building period of Song San and Song Si." With the hand behind his back, he summoned a magic weapon that was also an upper rank from the storage bag (the only few magic weapons that had not been exchanged for wine money←_←), his mind moved slightly, and the magic weapon that was still in his sleeve disappeared, and the old man continued:

"I don't know what you said or what?"

"It seems that you are stubborn..."The man's face sank, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly waved the dust in his hand in front of him, and flicked a magic weapon that went straight to his face, shining with dazzling golden light. It was the high-level magic weapon summoned by the old man who had just drunk.

"Presumptuous!" Song San, who was behind the man, saw the old man sneak attack, and immediately became furious, picked up two short knives, and flew towards the right side of the old man. The old man waved his hand and cast a spell on his right, Song Sanyue's body slammed into the air, blocked by a blue water curtain, and then the whole person was trapped inside, the old man waved his finger, and the magic weapon used by Yu Qi to sneak attack at the beginning attacked the person just now. "Look for death!" the man shouted angrily, only to see the originally flat ground under his feet instantly rise, and the old man was surrounded by several thick earthen walls at the same time, the man raised his hand, and a sharp thorn instantly rose from the ground, piercing the old man who was trapped in the earthen wall. "Hmph!" the man did not stop, but swung the dust whisk into the air, only to see the silver-gray dust tail grow in vain, wrapping around the top of several earthen walls.