On the rugged mountain path, the two shallow reels are getting longer and longer.

In the wheelchair, Jian Fan, dressed in white, held a shining brush and gently waved it on the paper.

The morning dew in the forest was still there, and the chill had not yet faded, but Jian Fan's face was covered with fine beads of sweat at this time.

It wasn't hard to put pen to paper, but he was distracted by his wheelchair, and he had to say hello to passing hunters.

When those hunters saw this handsome man in white who could only walk in a wheelchair, their knee-jerk reaction was to feel incredible. Under the smile of the boy in white, they all gave a friendly response, and even some talkative hunters would talk to the boy in white.

Although I can't say anything big, some customs and folklore can always talk about a few words.

Finally, after walking a few more miles, I put away my pen and let out a long breath.

On paper, there is a vivid scalper.

The scalper in the painting raised his head, as if he could see Jianfan outside the painting, and after looking at it carefully, the scalper opened his mouth to talk to Jianfan.

"Boy, what's wrong with me?"

Jian Fan simply wiped the sweat on his face and smiled slightly, which made people feel like a spring breeze. He didn't hide it, and said directly: "I want to invite my seniors out of the mountain." ”

The bull's eye slanted and slanted, and a dull voice sounded.

"After you get out of the mountain, you will go up the mountain?"

Jian Fan nodded slightly, and then heard the scalper ask again: "Why didn't you mention it when you met it at that time, but mentioned it today?"

Jian Fan said a little embarrassed: "I was afraid that I would scare the old man at that time." ”

The scalper thought about it very seriously, and then said, "Boy, you are very good! However, I have made an agreement with this old man that I will keep him for a hundred and ten thousand years, and there are still a few more generations, and if you can wait, I will definitely give you an explanation whether I go or not in the future. ”

Jian Fan shook his hands and bowed to the scalper in the painting, and then said: "If Jian Fan can live to that time, he will definitely welcome his predecessors!"

"The Eastern Wilderness Sword Pavilion, the road is a little crooked, but the juniors are still good. The scalper praised.

As soon as Jian Fan wanted to be polite, he heard the scalper say again: "That's it, it's time, I have to go and eat grass, otherwise the old man will have to worry nonsense." ”

After speaking, the scalper on the painting returned to stillness, a little less agile.

Jian Fan thought about the last sentence of the scalper and smiled.

A naturally raised creature in the stone, a Zhenshan Holy Spirit who would be revered anywhere, actually needs to eat grass on time.

Jian Fan picked up the pen again and wanted to write the word fate on the paper, but he couldn't put down the pen after maintaining this posture for a long time.

With a sigh, he put the pen back in place.

At this time, an old man with white eyebrows and white hair, sharp eyes, and an aura like an unsheathed sword next to him said, "Childe, you don't need this. ”

This is one of the sword spirits of Jian Fan - Nan.

With the same breath as the old man, there is a young man named North, a middle-aged woman named East, and a girl named West.

The south, north, east, and west are the four first-class sword spirits on the Sword Spirit Mountain of the Eastern Desolate Sword Pavilion, who were summoned when Jian Fan entered the mountain at a young age, and have been following him since then.

It was also from then on that Jian Fan's legs could no longer walk.

"I don't have enough time, I can only do this, it's okay. Jian Fan knew what Jian Lingnan's mouth was talking about, but he didn't care.

In his heart, there is a sharp sword, which has only been sharpened for ten years, and has not yet been sharpened.

"By the way, the four people we met a few days ago, the more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes. Jian Fan changed the subject.

At this time, Jian Lingbei's eyes lit up, and he said, "That kid who pretends to be stupid is indeed a little interesting." ”

Jian Fan nodded and said: "It is not easy to be born as a human being, each has its own sufferings! But no matter how you say it, you have received his favor, and when you encounter it in the future, this kindness can be repaid, and it will be a messy thing if you press it in your heart." ”

Jian Fan pretended to be a stupid child in his mouth, which was Chen Er.

A few days ago, they were walking in the mountains, and suddenly they met Dongfang Yiruo, Dongfang Yixi, Chen Er and Xiao Zhan.

Coincidentally, a brute beast that didn't have long eyes couldn't think about it for some reason, and set its sights on Jian Fan, but when he just pounced, he was killed by Chen Er with a sword.

Mo said that the four sword spirits in the north, south, east and west, just Jian Fan could drive away that low-level brute beast with a casual movement of his little finger, so Chen Er's sword was really unnecessary.

It's just that there is no need to return it is not necessary, Jian Fan still received Chen Er's favor after all, but when he expressed his gratitude, Chen Er, who had a bit of swordsmanship just now, suddenly could only smirk.

In fact, Chen Er didn't want to help, which easily exposed himself. Although Dongfang Yiruo already knows, there is still Dongfang Yipity, and Xiao Zhan!

Chen Er can believe in Dongfang Yiruo, but it doesn't mean that he can also believe in Dongfang Yixi and Xiao Zhan. Especially Xiao Zhan, the dead soldier cultivated by the death vein, God knows what kind of order he received, not to mention whether there were any elders of the Dongfang family around him.

If Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi went out without their elders to follow, Chen Er would not believe it if he was killed.

But the moment he saw a brute beast pounce on Jian Fan, Chen Er thought of a picture of the past-

When the giant palm of the brute bear fell, a thin black boy who had already fled actually pounced on the body of a thin black boy.

So the sword light flashed, and the brute beast that pounced on Jian Fan was killed with a sword.

Secretly, Chen Er pouted, very dissatisfied with his meddling.

In a moment just now, it may be that his experience and Jia Bufan's death a few days ago touched him too much, or it may be that he has read too much of the truth in the book, so his sword did not hesitate,

The group quickly said goodbye.

Jian Fan's eyesight was not enough, but the four sword spirits around him who looked old or young were all existences of more than 10,000 years, and Chen Er, who pretended to be crazy and stupid, was recognized by them at a glance.

But as long as he can live normally, then no one will deliberately pretend to be like this, so Jian Fan feels that the favor he has received is a bit great.

Although it is not necessary to help, it is always a cause and effect, and the accumulation of cause and effect will be very tiring.

Thinking of the young man who did not leave his name, Jian Fan smiled slightly.

It's kind of like that.

"Childe, where do you want to go next?" Jian Lingnan asked.

Jian Fan took out the map, looked at a certain place, stared closely for a while before looking away, stretched out his hand and clicked on another place, and said lightly: "Go here." ”

The sword spirit girl named Xi rolled her eyes and said crisply, "It's a long life?"

Jian Fan smiled gently, and said helplessly: "I'm too short of life!"

After speaking, they were silent together, and after a long time, Jian Lingxi said apologetically: "Childe......"

"It's okay!"

Jian Fan knew what Jian Lingxi wanted to say, and the four sword spirits also understood the meaning of Jian Fan's words.

The Eastern Wilderness Sword Pavilion is too short of time, and the direct disciples of the Eastern Wilderness Sword Pavilion are even more lacking in time. They must find a way to rise quickly and then hold up this behemoth.

What's more, Jian Fan also has other burdens on his body.

When his peers were still coquettish in their parents' arms, he had already begun to try to pick up the burden.

Because of this, he has spent more than ten years of the best time in a wheelchair.

All this, the four sword spirits saw it, but they couldn't help him grow.

The wheelchair silently turned its head and went in a completely different direction than it did back home......