The movement by the Wanli River is too big. As soon as the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info golden Buddha came out, the Buddha veins in all directions were sensitive. Let's not talk about the deer park that is closely related to the Buddha's top of the Underworld, let's just say that the forces that are very concerned about Wanlijiang, such as the Demon Sword Realm and the Tenglong Palace, have all transferred people to this side in their busy schedules.

As for the other side. Za Xilang, who was most active in solving the nightmare of the Wanli River, had just finished picking up the bones for his good friend Pu Yu and sent the body back to the Buddha bathing pool where Pu Yu's master was located. Before he had time to complain about the hidden masters in the Buddha pool, he noticed the earth-shattering changes by the river, and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Za Xilang is not good-looking, with a white face and a thin beard, small eyes and a big nose, picking up a pair of merchant's shelves, and running very fast with a smoke, basically the first to run.

Then the unknown figure who had been pestering Za Xilang Juan Sanzong also appeared on the other side with a shelf on his back. The two looked at each other, and before they could speak, they saw the village that had been washed away by the river that had burst the embankment.

Don't talk about it, let's get people. The vicinity of the Wanli River is haunted all year round, and there is only one village that lives closely. By the time the river rushed to this side, it was not coming, and it flooded several fields and washed away several earthen houses.

Luckily, no one died.

Qin Xiaochuan, who was carried by the old beggar and flew all over the sky, clearly witnessed the scene when the river burst its embankment. It was a sunny day, and then Qin Xiaochuan stood on a safe high ground and looked down. His white hair hung quietly, his face was infinitely compassionate, and a tear rolled out of the corner of his eye......

The old beggar bulldozed a mountain with one palm, and the seemingly small pottery bowl in his hand sucked in countless earth and stones, and then threw it down all the way, so that the river embankment could be repaired in time.

Die young.

What should we do if this alarms the 100,000 demons buried in the entire 10,000-mile river! Where did the masters of Buddhism come from to come here to fight with people? After saving people, Za Xilang stood by the river, looked at the reinforced embankment, and felt that the palms of his hands pinching the flat shoulders were sweating.

The old beggar retired after his success, brushed off his clothes, and returned to the hill with a swish, and saw Qin Xiaochuan sitting cross-legged on the ground with one hand supporting his face, staring at a drop of water on his finger with a strange gaze.

"Ahem. The old beggar had black ash on his face, gray eyebrows, a broken felt hat on his head, and a slightly old voice: "Fortunately, no injuries were caused this time, otherwise it would be a sin!"

It's too tiring to be a monk these days, and I have to think about saving my life every day. It's easier to simply be a good person.

Qin Xiaochuan had a certain number in his heart, and rubbed his two fingers to dry the droplets. The black sword had been re-sheathed and returned to his waist, and he was not too heavy. "The treasure of the seniors, can you collect the nightmare?" he thought in his heart, and asked directly.

This time, it was the turn of the old beggar to stare at Qin Xiaochuan with a strange gaze.

"It doesn't help, it's just the same as it is now. The old beggar said slowly. His gluttonous bowl doesn't have such a large capacity, and it is easy to alarm the people behind the demon army, so it is better to let these 100,000 demon nightmare sleep at the bottom of the river for thousands of miles.

"I heard that most of the magic weapons in the hands of the Buddha have functions such as purification......" Qin Xiaochuan did not give up. If his memory is correct, the old beggar in front of him is named Si Ya Za Shiro, who should be a hidden master who has cooperated with several friends to destroy the spiritual demon fire.

"Old decay has nothing to do with Buddhism, it's just a coincidence passing by here. ”

The old beggar looked down at the black and inconspicuous pottery bowl in his hand, and shook his head: "The Wanli River is not only ten thousand miles, the scope is too wide. That demon is formed by resentment, and there are people behind it to manipulate it, but it's a pity. "Back then, the Dao Realm extinguished the demon fire, and it was also based on the demon city, gathering it in a bowl, and then adding sword qi into the clouds, in order to kill the demon soul in the fire. The old beggar originally wanted to try this nightmare, but unlike the magic fire that can be collected in the bowl after all, it is difficult to gather physical things, and it is difficult to kill them, even if he finds all his old friends, he can't destroy so many demon armies in one go.

Qin Xiaochuan confirmed that the old beggar had a sincere look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He knew that the least troublesome way was to go with the flow. Let things go along the original trajectory, help the Central Plains find all the elements, trap the nightmare with the cloud network, reflect the light with the divine mirror, and sacrifice a flower spirit to use the ability of the mirror reflection to envelop the light of purification over 100,000 demons!

But that flower spirit is none other than Hua Ji Ji.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't want to see Ji Wuhua die. There's no reason, just a reluctance. He took two steps back and forth, sorted out all the information in his mind, and asked, "If there is no manipulator behind it, can the demon be purified by the light?" One of the keys recorded in the Buddha's Peak Pagoda seems to lead to a path of light.

"Haven't you confirmed it before?" the old beggar had the demeanor of a senior, and he had a heartfelt point: "The difficulty is that the number of nightmares is 100,000. If some of them are allowed to escape, they will inevitably be ruined!"

When the time comes, it will be karma, but there is a destiny in the suffering realm, and too much karma will have to be returned.

However, if you can't even save the woman you want to save, life is undoubtedly equal to a salted fish! After camping in the martial arts and suppressing it in the Sealed Sword Tower for so many years, the ease of the Temple of Heaven has naturally made Qin Xiaochuan unforgettable. "I see. He said slowly, "I'll think about it again." ”

"Shimasa Shiro. The old beggar took the initiative to tell his name.

"Qin San, Qin Xiaochuan!"

Qin Xiaochuan bowed: "If you need anything in the future, just send a letter to the coffin shop every day." The grace of saving lives should be rewarded. ”

The old beggar said, "If I don't save you, you yourself should be safe." The world will break up here, goodbye!"

Cleanly separated.

The old beggar said his name so easily, which surprised Qin Xiaochuan.

Si Ya Za Shirou and the sword monk Xuanlian are good friends who have been friends for many years. Nominally speaking, Xuan Lian, the sword monk who is the younger brother of Yilian Tuosheng, should be Qin Xiaochuan's uncle. Maybe it was when he dealt with the demon before, and someone saw something in the exercises he used.

After that, there were monks and demons by the river, and there were many unfamiliar faces.

The Demon Sword Realm and the Tenglong Hall didn't see anything, and the target continued to stare at the Cold Moon River. On the Hanyue River, the lonely floating boat gradually approached the downstream corner of the winding river. Here, the two major forces of the Central Plains Demon Dao are deployed in many ways, waiting for the rabbit to kill the suspect Dugu who kills Zhutian.

And in the Temple of Heaven Qinghe Cup, located in the junction of the Central Plains and the Western Desert Frontier in the four seasons of spring, the light purple long hair wearing a flower crown, a flowing blue and purple light veil of the flower Ji Ji Wuhua is lying on the high platform with her eyes closed and meditating, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked beyond the barrier. At this time, there were two more passers-by in the Temple of Heaven than before, one was a big stone with flowers wrapped all over his body, and the other was Yue Lanfang, the lord of sweat and green weaving who came from the demon sword world to avoid trouble.

As soon as Hua Ji moved, she immediately attracted the attention of the bored naphtha under the Qinghe cup:

"Beauty, beauty, what's wrong with you?" The two eyeballs on the big stone with a square head and a square brain were dripping, and his voice was extremely serious, "Is that Yue Lanfang disturbing you, let the stone brain drive you away!"

Yue Lanfang was originally the star of the White Tiger of the Quartet, and was as famous as Su Huanzhen, Mo Zhaonu, the young master of Tanglin, and the extraordinary son, but when facing the enemy, he betrayed his colleagues and killed the young master of Dongling. Although the Central Plains Righteous Path later collectively surrendered to the Heavenly Ce True Dragon, no one could forgive the master of the Khan Qingbian who did all kinds of evil deeds out of selfish interests at that time. Yue Lanfang shouted and beaten, and after killing her lover and forgetting a thousand years old, she threw herself into the demon sword world, but was rejected by the prince and the black-clothed sword youth, and had to be temporarily placed in the residence of her friend Hua Ji by the concubine of the demon sword world.

But it doesn't seem that Hanahime doesn't necessarily like having such a person in her family.

"Since you agreed, it's hard to go back. Naphtha, just bear with it for the time being. ”

Ji Wuhua looked at Shi Nao's gaze extremely dotingly, but when she looked down and sniffed the flowers, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. Just now, she felt a familiar smell coming from outside the barrier, it was the aroma of Ganoderma lucidum that had been to the Temple of Heaven before. But why did the man pass through the door and not enter?

Because there are no souvenirs.

Qin Xiaochuan hurriedly ran to the Temple of Heaven to visit the old man, hesitated for a while and then turned back to see if there were any more rare wildflowers in the mountains. Hua Ji loves flowers, and it always feels bad to come to the door empty-handed to rub the fragrance of flowers. He completely ignored that every time he returned to Hanhai, he never went empty-handed, and he didn't feel that he had to bring anything with him when he went to Kuimu Forest to find something in the fire. However, after looking for it twice in the wilderness, I saw that the large army of the Demon Sword Realm was coming from the direction of the Western Desert. The destination should be, the Cold Moon River.

Is Dugu's resentment finally going to show up?

The cold river is lonely, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

There was a singing voice from afar, and the boat shook in the heart of the river.

Qin Xiaochuan failed to catch up with the scene where the Heavenly Ce True Dragon Demon Queen met with the Cold Moon Lonely Boat. By the time he found the boat of Dugu's resentment along the winding river, it was too late. But what he didn't expect was that there was more than one person looking for him along the river. Qin Fake Immortal Sect Lingyin corpse is not counted, and there are two young figures, one black and one white, and finally found the right time and stood high on the bank of a cliff somewhere in the lower reaches of the Quliu River.

The young man in white clothes and white hair had a handsome face and a calm expression, and the boy with drooping hair behind him was holding the sword box for him.

On the other side of the riverbank, the black-clothed sword shao, the second disciple of the Wind Trace who is the prince of the Demon Sword Realm and the Demon Sword Dao, is dressed in unchanged black, with a delicate appearance with three points of childishness and seven points of cold arrogance, and the characteristics of the black-haired and sharp-eared demon clan are obvious, and he is glancing at the brother on the other side in the moonlight, and suddenly raises the evil knife!

"Drink!"

At that moment, it was as fast as lightning, and the two young people, one left, one right, one black and one white, threw themselves at Jiang Xin, impartially in the middle of the lonely boat. In the dark night, the sword light suddenly, the figures in the black peng were staggered, and under the light, a person and a sword were suddenly revealed, blocking two killing moves!

The white-clothed sword turned back to its original position in an instant, and the long sword automatically returned to the sword box in the boy's hand. At the same time, the black-clothed sword who tried to resist was a little weaker, and he was picked up and flew back to the cliff to stand unsteadily for a while, and suddenly supported the ground with the evil sword.

At this moment, the ship's Upong was torn apart, but the figure in it was finally revealed. Black hairpin with white silk, silent expression, full of vicissitudes. Dugu held the wine jar in one hand, put the sword back into the sheath with the other, and slowly spoke:

"A famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and the scars of the wind die without regrets. With one sentence, the hostility of the black-clothed sword shao was almost immediately aroused, and the strife was about to arise.

Qin Xiaochuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the cliff in the dark, no longer paid attention, but suddenly shifted his gaze upward. On the other side of the river, not far behind the white-clothed sword shao, another figure appeared silently. It was also a young man, standing leisurely by the river, with a black scarf tied in his hair, and a black robe with a sword at his waist, but he seemed to be collectively ignored by everyone present.

It is the person Qin Xiaochuan has always wanted to find, the only apprentice of Yi Qiunian, Luo Zishang!