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In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, the knife is returned to the sheath, and the person sits on the stone.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock.

Dysentery is prevalent in a hundred miles of the bamboo forest, and many people have died at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Dao has not been spared. Only his apprentice, who suffered from this disease once when he was a child, is now safe.

Wang Dao was lying on the bed, his breath was dying, and he had long lost the momentum of a generation of grandmasters. His apprentice stood helpless and wept secretly. All the medicines that should be used have been used, but the disease has never improved. The apprentice hadn't heard how many people had died under the mountain, and he was worried about the master's safety all the time.

When Wang Dao saw him like this, he smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm still waiting for that agreement." ”

"But Master, almost all the herbs within a hundred miles of this radius have been drained, and now there is no medicine available. You're not well, how can you go to the appointment?"

Wang Dao was still smiling.

"Who said there is no medicine. ”。

"Huh, where's the medicine?"

"In my heart!"

Wang Dao looked at the sky proudly, and did not see any injuries.

A month later, Wang Dao was miraculously healed and as tough as ever.

The moment he recovered, he immediately jumped on his horse and went straight to Qinglong Mountain with one knife and one knife.

However, by the time he arrived at Qinglong Mountain, half a month had already passed since the time he had agreed with Rufeng.

There was not a single person on the mountain, only a sentence engraved on the boulder at the top of the mountain.

Since then, there has been no trace of Wang Dao on the rivers and lakes.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, the knife is returned to the sheath, and the person sits on the stone.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock.

Dysentery is prevalent in a hundred miles of the bamboo forest, and many people have died at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Dao has not been spared. Only his apprentice, who suffered from this disease once when he was a child, is now safe.

Wang Dao was lying on the bed, his breath was dying, and he had long lost the momentum of a generation of grandmasters. His apprentice stood helpless and wept secretly. All the medicines that should be used have been used, but the disease has never improved. The apprentice hadn't heard how many people had died under the mountain, and he was worried about the master's safety all the time.

When Wang Dao saw him like this, he smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm still waiting for that agreement." ”

"But Master, almost all the herbs within a hundred miles of this radius have been drained, and now there is no medicine available. You're not well, how can you go to the appointment?"

Wang Dao was still smiling.

"Who said there is no medicine. ”。

"Huh, where's the medicine?"

"In my heart!"

Wang Dao looked at the sky proudly, and did not see any injuries.

A month later, Wang Dao was miraculously healed and as tough as ever.

The moment he recovered, he immediately jumped on his horse and went straight to Qinglong Mountain with one knife and one knife.

However, by the time he arrived at Qinglong Mountain, half a month had already passed since the time he had agreed with Rufeng.

There was not a single person on the mountain, only a sentence engraved on the boulder at the top of the mountain.

Since then, there has been no trace of Wang Dao on the rivers and lakes.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, the knife is returned to the sheath, and the person sits on the stone.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock.

Dysentery is prevalent in a hundred miles of the bamboo forest, and many people have died at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Dao has not been spared. Only his apprentice, who suffered from this disease once when he was a child, is now safe.

Wang Dao was lying on the bed, his breath was dying, and he had long lost the momentum of a generation of grandmasters. His apprentice stood helpless and wept secretly. All the medicines that should be used have been used, but the disease has never improved. The apprentice hadn't heard how many people had died under the mountain, and he was worried about the master's safety all the time.

When Wang Dao saw him like this, he smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm still waiting for that agreement." ”

"But Master, almost all the herbs within a hundred miles of this radius have been drained, and now there is no medicine available. You're not well, how can you go to the appointment?"

Wang Dao was still smiling.

"Who said there is no medicine. ”。

"Huh, where's the medicine?"

"In my heart!"

Wang Dao looked at the sky proudly, and did not see any injuries.

A month later, Wang Dao was miraculously healed and as tough as ever.

The moment he recovered, he immediately jumped on his horse and went straight to Qinglong Mountain with one knife and one knife.

However, by the time he arrived at Qinglong Mountain, half a month had already passed since the time he had agreed with Rufeng.

There was not a single person on the mountain, only a sentence engraved on the boulder at the top of the mountain.

Since then, there has been no trace of Wang Dao on the rivers and lakes.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, the knife is returned to the sheath, and the person sits on the stone.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock.

Dysentery is prevalent in a hundred miles of the bamboo forest, and many people have died at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Dao has not been spared. Only his apprentice, who suffered from this disease once when he was a child, is now safe.

Wang Dao was lying on the bed, his breath was dying, and he had long lost the momentum of a generation of grandmasters. His apprentice stood helpless and wept secretly. All the medicines that should be used have been used, but the disease has never improved. The apprentice hadn't heard how many people had died under the mountain, and he was worried about the master's safety all the time.

When Wang Dao saw him like this, he smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm still waiting for that agreement." ”

"But Master, almost all the herbs within a hundred miles of this radius have been drained, and now there is no medicine available. You're not well, how can you go to the appointment?"

Wang Dao was still smiling.

"Who said there is no medicine. ”。

"Huh, where's the medicine?"

"In my heart!"

Wang Dao looked at the sky proudly, and did not see any injuries.

A month later, Wang Dao was miraculously healed and as tough as ever.

The moment he recovered, he immediately jumped on his horse and went straight to Qinglong Mountain with one knife and one knife.

However, by the time he arrived at Qinglong Mountain, half a month had already passed since the time he had agreed with Rufeng.

There was not a single person on the mountain, only a sentence engraved on the boulder at the top of the mountain.

Since then, there has been no trace of Wang Dao on the rivers and lakes.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, the knife is returned to the sheath, and the person sits on the stone.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock.

Dysentery is prevalent in a hundred miles of the bamboo forest, and many people have died at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Dao has not been spared. Only his apprentice, who suffered from this disease once when he was a child, is now safe.

Wang Dao was lying on the bed, his breath was dying, and he had long lost the momentum of a generation of grandmasters. His apprentice stood helpless and wept secretly. All the medicines that should be used have been used, but the disease has never improved. The apprentice hadn't heard how many people had died under the mountain, and he was worried about the master's safety all the time.

When Wang Dao saw him like this, he smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm still waiting for that agreement." ”

"But Master, almost all the herbs within a hundred miles of this radius have been drained, and now there is no medicine available. You're not well, how can you go to the appointment?"

Wang Dao was still smiling.

"Who said there is no medicine. ”。

"Huh, where's the medicine?"

"In my heart!"

Wang Dao looked at the sky proudly, and did not see any injuries.

A month later, Wang Dao was miraculously healed and as tough as ever.

The moment he recovered, he immediately jumped on his horse and went straight to Qinglong Mountain with one knife and one knife.

However, by the time he arrived at Qinglong Mountain, half a month had already passed since the time he had agreed with Rufeng.

There was not a single person on the mountain, only a sentence engraved on the boulder at the top of the mountain.

Since then, there has been no trace of Wang Dao on the rivers and lakes.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and Wang Dao sat on the rock, and the wind blew in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. Three zhang away from the king's knife, there were three silk threads, and three flies were tied to the silk threads, buzzing.

A drop of morning dew fell on Wang Dao's face, refreshing and cool. Suddenly, the tense wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and the whole person rose to his feet, and suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only the luster of metal to draw a graceful arc in the bamboo forest.

A young man ran to the fly, snorted twice, and shouted excitedly, "Master, you have succeeded!"

This young man is Wang Daoshu's apprentice. Ten years ago, he said goodbye to the wind, and on the way to return to the mountains and forests, he picked up such an orphan, and he couldn't bear to be adrift, so he took him with him to raise him, and later became his apprentice.

At this moment, the three flies in front of the young man had been cut off by Qi Gen'er, but their flesh was not harmed at all. Seeing this result, Wang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbidity. But the next moment, his body suddenly curled up and fell off the rock. (To be continued.) )