It's night, the peak of the clouds, the moon platform. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Moon Observatory is actually a huge rock that is connected to the mountain in the back half and is mostly suspended in the air.

At this moment, there was an old man standing on the moon platform, dressed in a dark green robe, standing with his hands in his hands.

The moon was in the sky, the stars were shining, I don't know how long the old man had been standing, but he always straightened his back, and he didn't know when the white moonlight had climbed all over the platform, and the moonlight was shining backwards from the smooth rocks, illuminating the mountain peaks behind the old man.

The old man seemed to be in a fairyland, his dark green robe fluttered in the wind, and Xiao Shuxuan lifted it, like a god.

The stars blink their little eyes to guide passers-by. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the old man, and it was gloomy and slightly hoarse, with an indescribable taste of vicissitudes.

The old man seemed to know who was coming, and his body moved slightly, but he did not turn around, and still looked up at the sky, not knowing whether to see more of the moon or more of the stars.

"The moon bends like a boat, sailing on the sea that day. It took a long time for the old man to spit out such a sentence lightly.

"Senior brother in charge is so interested, if I remember correctly, since the senior brother ascended to the position of the head of the family, he has never been here again, calculate the time, a hundred years have passed, dare to ask why the senior brother is here tonight?"

"Yes, it's been more than a hundred years, and there are still a few more than a hundred years in my generation!" the old man sighed lightly and said with emotion.

He turned around slowly, only to see his crane hair and childish face, his eyes warm and bright, and the moonlight came from behind him, not an immortal but an immortal.

And he is the current head of Taiqing Gate, Qingyang Zhenren.

Although he is already an old man who is over three hundred years old, he still has a childish face, only this one, in the world, he deserves the word immortal, not to mention that he has participated in the creation of the Tao, the Tao is through the mysteries, and the Taiqing Gate has benefited the water and soil.

Qiyun Mountain Range, the land of the Inner Universe, Qingyang Zhenren is really three points better than the gods.

"How is the junior brother doing lately?" Qingyang Zhenren couldn't hear a trace of resentment in the vicissitudes of life, and he didn't care, looked at the person who came, and asked with concern.

I saw a person walking out of the darkness, dressed in gray linen and with a rickety figure, compared with the crane-haired and childish face of Qingyang Zhenren, this person is too old, just like his voice, and the traces left by the years on his body are inevitably too many!

"Let's talk, although my old bone has not been active for more than a hundred years, it is not so much that I can't even go out of the Qiyun Mountain Range, what do you need my old life to do when you come this time?" said the rickety old man bluntly.

Regarding Qingyang's polite greetings, instead of paying attention to the meaning, he went straight to the point, his words were direct and pointy.

"Senior brother, this is serious, good and dignified, what do I want that thing for? I can't eat it or play with it. Qingyang Zhenren smiled bitterly.

At this moment, he did not have the majesty of the superior at all, nor did he have the limelight as the head of the first major faction of the righteous path, just like an old naughty boy who was playing innocuous jokes with his own brothers.

"Then why did you come to me?" said the rickety old man.

"The junior brother is erudite and talented, and his vision is the first person in our group of senior brothers, and he is even higher than me in the nine-story building, and now I am not sure of what I have here, so I have come to ask the junior brother. Qingyang Zhenren said, reaching out and handing out a red bead.

If the stone was here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance what the red bead was, and it was his wolf bead, which somehow ran into the hands of Qingyang Zhenren.

The rickety old man didn't care at first, but when he got the red bead in his hand, his expression changed suddenly.

However, he concealed it very well, and his shocked expression only flashed away, plus he was already in a rickety shape, and he lowered his head slightly at the moment, so the fleeting change in his eyes, Qingyang Zhenren did not notice it.

"Where did this come from?" said the rickety old man calmly.

"The magic weapon used by a disciple in the big competition is very weird, it can actually resist the power of the dragon sword, but afterwards it is ordinary, more like a handicraft. Qingyang Zhenren said unhurriedly, as if he was recalling something.

"Resist the Dragon Slaying Sword?" the rickety old man was shocked.

"Oh! It's not a junior disciple who casts spells, but a young disciple of the Nine Swords Peak. Qingyang Zhenren hurriedly explained.

"Ren Canghai passed down the dragon slaying sword?" the rickety old man was even more shocked.

"Not really. Qingyang Zhenren smiled.

The rickety old man nodded understandingly, since firstly, it was not the first to cast the Dragon Slaying Sword but it was carried down by a junior disciple, and secondly, it was not a divine weapon like the Dragon Slaying Sword that was passed on to the younger disciple early, as for other things, he didn't want to ask, and he didn't bother to know.

"Whose disciple is this bead?" didn't you ask him?" asked the rickety old man, his eyes staring at the lifelike "wolf" in the red bead without blinking.

"It's a new disciple of Senior Brother Zephyr, who was seriously injured in Dabi and was in a coma for several days, and it is said that he just woke up half a day ago. Qingyang Zhenren showed a rather helpless look.

"Where did you get any spiritual goodies?" said the rickety old man lightly.

"Haha! This time it's a flesh-and-blood, mother-born species, or a handle, named Stone, unexpected!"

Fortunately, there is no third person here, otherwise I don't know how many teeth I will lose when I hear the half-meat and half-vegetarian words of the head of Taiqing.

However, the rickety old man was calm and light-hearted, and he was accustomed to it.

"Even if Jia Ren's kid didn't come home in a daze, if he really let Baicao Peak break the inheritance, even if he goes to the Nine Shadows, I won't let him go. The rickety old man said viciously.

"Of course. Qingyang Zhenren echoed.

"But I don't have to wait that long, I originally thought of giving him another ten years, if I don't accept a decent Terran disciple, I will personally go and demolish his Hundred Herb Garden. ”

"Well, this is a good idea, think about Jia Ren's angry and corrupt appearance, it makes people feel comfortable, when the big white is floating! Oh, by the way, Zi Ling's girl is good, since there is a stone now, just let the two of them be together, and then give birth to a few big fat boys, so that Baicao Peak incense will be more vigorous!

The corners of Qingyang Zhenren's mouth twitched, it was not a promise, it was not a promise, it was not a dilemma.

However, if the insects and summer grass were present, they would definitely hit it off with the rickety old man, the brothers were afraid of the force oppression of Zi Ling, and they had the heart of a thief but not the courage of a thief, so they had to work Bai Xue's body, but by mistake, they messed up a great opportunity.

Therefore, if you can get a strong foreign aid that intersects with the head Qingyang Zhenren at this time, then the brothers will first suppress Zi Ling with thunder, and then bring stones and white snow, pour the three of them with the specially developed "I love a piece of firewood", and then throw them in the same room, waiting for a new life to be born.

The rickety old man seemed to be amused by his own thoughts, and on the old face of the ravines, after a hundred years, he smiled again, although he was slightly stiff, but fortunately he had not forgotten how to laugh.

Seeing this, Qingyang Zhenren also smiled.

In this way, two old people with disparity in status, one is the head of Taiqing, the world's righteous ruler, and the other is a rickety recluse, living alone in the mountains for more than 100 years, they look at each other and laugh, the more they laugh, the happier they are, like two children.

"Senior brother, you compare this bead to the dragon sword, tell me in detail. The rickety old man took the lead in retracting his smile and said.

Qingyang Zhenren understood, nodded slightly, and told the details of the stone battle against Mu Zhe, the shocking duel that shocked everyone in Taiqingmen, every picture was described by the head of Taiqing in words, and it was exactly the same.

The rickety old man listened very carefully, and finally fell into a long contemplation, Qingyang Zhenren did not bother, just waited patiently.

"If you have the chance, let the stone come to me! I want to meet the child. After a long time, the rickety old man came back to his senses.

"Okay, that's no problem, that kid's personality is seven or eight points similar to you when you were young, even if you don't say it, I'll find a time to bring it to you." Qingyang Zhenren said, and the conversation suddenly changed.

"It's just this bead, is there anything special?"

The rickety old man looked stunned, not knowing what he was thinking, but he quickly replied.

"I can't see the clue of this bead, maybe it's just a fluke to be able to carry the blow of the Dragon Slaying Sword! After all, according to what you said, the kid in the Nine Swords Peak is still shallow, and although the blow is powerful, the horror is far less terrifying than it seems, as for the stone child, isn't there still the remnant sun and the lack of the moon! The three magic weapons together are not surprising that they can be carried down. ”

As he spoke, the rickety old man had already handed the red beads back to Qingyang Zhenren.

"This ......" Qingyang Zhenren wanted to speak and stopped.

"If it's okay, I'll go back first, it's windy here, I'm afraid my body and bones won't be able to bear it. After the rickety old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked back.

Qingyang Zhenren looked at the figure of the rickety old man who was gradually moving away, and did not say anything to stay, but there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

Such a scene, if it falls in the eyes of the disciples of the Taiqing Sect or outsiders, what a shocking thing it should be!

Imagine how many people want to see Qingyang real people today, and they can't even think of talking under the moon like this.

And the rickety old man was not taboo in his words, and he ignored the huge identity gap, except for shouting a few words of senior brother, he had no honorifics, and even said to leave in the end.

On the other hand, Qingyang Zhenren has been accompanied by a smiling face, and when the rickety old man left impatiently, he also showed a lonely look, which was really incredible.

And just when the rickety old man was about to walk into the darkness, the voice of vicissitudes sounded again.

"Is Fan'er okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay! This year's big competition is the first, and I am still thinking about when I will pass on the position of head to him in the future. Qingyang Zhenren's lonely expression was swept away, and he nodded hurriedly.

"I know that you feel sorry for Senior Brother Gu, so you are particularly attentive to Fan'er, there is nothing wrong with this, I agree very much, and thank you for Senior Brother Gu. The rickety old man said in a deep voice, and then changed his words.

"But don't think that if you don't say a word tonight, I won't be able to guess anything, do you want to use that kid to do that? I can't stop you, but aren't you afraid that Senior Brother Jia Ren will turn against you because of this? Besides, we have already made a mistake back then, and the price we paid is also painful, are you still ready to let the tragedy happen again?"

The rickety old man threw out three questions one after another, abruptly and inexplicably, and then he didn't say more, and without waiting for Qingyang Zhenren to answer, he raised his foot and took a step, and the figure disappeared.

"Alas!"

Qingyang Zhenren looked at the direction in which the rickety old man disappeared, sighed, and then turned around.

Raise your head to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

This night, Qingyang Zhenren has been standing on the moon platform.

To be continued