The snowflakes are all over the sky, and the white hair in green clothes is on the sword gate. ”

The old man's voice is like a bell, and the sword dance is like a ghost. Jiang Xinyue saw that he was practicing swordsmanship, and he wanted to ascend to the sky with a sword, and he was arrogant.

The old man shouted again: "Lift the sword and light the clouds." ”

Jiang Xinyue saw him pinching his sword and lifting it lightly, standing like a white crane, with a sharp sword and a faint flash of cold light.

"Stroking the sword and clogging the clouds. ”

The old man flicked his fingers and fencing, like a Buddha of compassion with flowers, and compassion for the immortals.

"Fencing is gone. ”

The old man shouted, the shadow of the sword was like a dragon, and none of the snowflakes in the sky pierced by a sword fell, all of them dissipated between heaven and earth, turning into rain.

"Take off your sword and put your knees long. ”

Jiang Xinyue heard the old man's long sigh, and she was saddened, as if she had seen a peerless swordsman give up the long sword in his hand and retreat to the mountains and forests. He was still immersed in that sadness, and suddenly heard the old man whisper in his ears: "A sword is peerless, and a thought is a sea of clouds and smoke." Brother, are you back?"

Jiang Xinyue was taken aback and muttered, "Senior brother?"

When the old man saw Jiang Xinyue speak, he nodded, and laughed, "You're finally back, junior brother." ”

Jiang Xinyue saw that the old man didn't look like a crazy person, why did he speak so strangely? He was thinking about Zhao Tianxue in his heart, but he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and said, "I'm not your junior brother, what kind of place is this?"

The old man did not answer him, but his face changed, and he shouted frantically, "No...... No, you are my junior brother, you are. The old man hugged his head and cried, suddenly his eyes turned, looked at Jiang Xinyue and said fiercely: "Who are you? Who are you? Did you kill my junior brother?"

Jiang Xinyue was startled, and said in her heart: "This is an old madman!" Seeing the fierce light in the old man's eyes, Jiang Xinyue hurriedly smiled and said, "I, I am your junior brother." ”

A glimmer of essence flashed in the old man's eyes, and he shouted frantically: "No, you are not, you are not......" The old man roared angrily, and an ancient sword appeared in front of him.

Jiang Xinyue looked at him as if he was crazy, holding the ancient sword and slashing wildly, Jiang Xinyue hurriedly dodged, for fear of being an unlucky ghost.

I saw the old man go crazy and slash his sword on a stone pier.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the stone pier turned into flying ash.

Jiang Xinyue panicked in her heart, and took advantage of the old man's lack of attention, and hurriedly turned around and ran away.

"You're not my junior brother, who are you?

"Bang ......"

Jiang Xinyue saw a spiritual power palm appear behind him and slapped it towards him, Jiang Xinyue's eyes widened and Qing watched the palm print hit him.

Jiang Xinyue spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell into the snow.

In the attic of the Mixed Yuan Sect, an old man with white hair and a long beard pinched a thatch in his hand to stab an eleven or twelve-year-old boy lying on a futon.

Jiang Xinyue felt like a caterpillar crawling on his back in his sleep, and when he woke up, he saw that the old madman was scratching his back with a weed. Jiang Xinyue was angry and wanted to scold him, but when she thought of the old man's profound cultivation and terrifying strength, she was a little scared in her heart.

Jiang Xinyue gritted his teeth angrily, he tried to move away, but found that his whole body was in severe pain, and his bones seemed to be broken. He grinned and said secretly, "This old poison is too ruthless, how can I escape from him?"

Seeing Jiang Xinyue twist her body, the old man said loudly: "Hey, you're awake." ”

Jiang Xinyue looked at the old man's kind eyebrows, and there was an amiable smile on his face, and she couldn't help but say in her heart: "This old guy is really a madman, happy for a while, angry for a while." I can't provoke him any more, just go with him. In order to save his life, he had to endure the humiliation. ”

Jiang Xinyue said with a smile: "Senior, is this the Mixed Yuan Sect?"

The white-haired old man looked at Jiang Xinyue carefully, and asked suspiciously, "Senior brother, why don't you even know about your own family?"

Jiang Xinyue listened to the old man's words, and said secretly: "This person must be crazy, wait for me to deal with him, think of a chance to slip away." ”

Jiang Xinyue let out a "ah" and shouted, "Senior brother, I slept for too long, I had a dream last night." When I woke up, I felt a little dizzy. ”

The white-haired old man hurriedly walked up to Jiang Xinyue, stared at him and asked, "What kind of dream?" ”

Jiang Xinyue sneered in her heart, but said lightly: "Alas, a nightmare. ”

The white-haired old man wondered, "Nightmare?"

Jiang Xinyue shook her head and said with a strange smile: "I dreamed of a madman, and when the madman saw me, he pulled me and didn't let go, and he had to call me Daddy." But I'm not his son, senior brother, do you think I recognize this son?"

The white-haired old man didn't seem to have a bright brain, thought for a while, and grinned: "Naturally, I won't agree, junior brother, you haven't married yet, you can't recognize the child indiscriminately." ”

Jiang Xinyue also smiled: "What Senior Brother said is true, I naturally won't agree." I didn't want to have a son, so I ignored him. I don't know that the man is indomitable, so I have to admit that it is his old son. ”

The white-haired old man nodded, as if he thought this matter was extremely funny, and asked with a laugh, "Then junior brother, what happened in the end?"

Jiang Xinyue sneered and wanted to sit up, but found that she had no strength in her body. Out of the corner of his eye, he glared at the white-haired old man fiercely, and then said, "I said that it wasn't his Lao Tzu, that person directly played tricks." And that person's cultivation is very high, but I can't resist it, and in the end, I only remember being slapped by that person and I don't remember anything. ”

The white-haired old man said angrily: "Senior brother, tell me quickly, who is that person? Senior brother will go and avenge you." ”

Jiang Xinyue's eyes rolled, and she was about to speak, but she didn't want the old man to exude a terrifying spiritual power to roll him up.

The two appeared outside in the blink of an eye, Jiang Xinyue was pulled by the old man, and her whole body was in great pain, and she couldn't help yelling anymore: "Old madman, you hurt me." ”

Jiang Xinyue saw that the white-haired old man suddenly stopped, staring at him with a pair of old eyes, he shuddered, and said in his heart: "Oh no, this old bull's nose must be going crazy again." Jiang Xinyue had nothing to do, and was about to take out the Yin Yang Void Spirit Mirror from the storage bag, but she really couldn't do it, so she tried her best to pat him.

The old man suddenly held Jiang Xinyue with both hands and said, "Yes, yes." Senior brother, you still have injuries on your body now, it's all because I didn't notice it. ”

Jiang Xinyue exhaled a long breath in her heart, and said to the old man with a smile: "Senior brother, if you help me heal my injuries first, it's not too late for us to go to that person for revenge." ”

The white-haired old man nodded, only to see him clenching the trick with both hands, and a faint soft spiritual power shrouded Jiang Xinyue's body. Jiang Xinyue only felt that the whole body was comfortable, and the broken bones in her body were slowly healing. After about five or six breaths, Jiang Xinyue felt that his body had fully recovered, and he quickly stood up and turned to leave.

The white-haired old man chased after Jiang Xinyue and said hurriedly, "Senior brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Xinyue then remembered that this old man's cultivation was terrifying, and he had healed his injuries in just an instant. Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "Senior brother, you wait for me, I'll go to the toilet." ”

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "Then junior brother, you can go, senior brother is waiting for you here."

Jiang Xinyue nodded, ran away with a smoke, patted his chest, and said, "It's so dangerous, this old madman has an impermanent temperament, it's really scary." I can't stay in this Mixed Yuan Sect, so let's leave this ghost place first. ”

After running for a few kilometers in one breath, Jiang Xinyue laughed and said, "Maybe that old Dao is still waiting for me there, master, I have cultivated my spiritual power now, so why do I need to go to the toilet?" Hmph...... As the saying goes, the road is one foot high and the magic is one foot high, or I am amazing. ”

Suddenly, an old voice replied to Jiang Xinyue: "Yes, junior brother." I suddenly remembered that our Mixed Yuan Sect didn't seem to have a thatched house. ”

Jiang Xinyue looked at the white-haired old man who appeared beside him as if he had seen a ghost, and he exclaimed, "You, why are you still ghostly?"

The white-haired old man laughed and said, "Senior brother, I know that you must be worried about your senior brother's safety, so you deliberately tricked me into leaving." I'm telling you, I've secretly practiced a great swordsmanship, huh...... No one can beat me. Go, I'll take revenge on you. ”

Jiang Xinyue was depressed in her heart, but she didn't dare to resist, and let the old man roll up his body and fly him to the sky. Jiang Xinyue said in her heart: "This old guy can control the void with nothingness, at least he is also a monk in the feather stage, but I have just stepped into the cultivation realm and was entangled by an old madman." ”

The white-haired old man flew extremely fast, and in an instant he took Jiang Xinyue to a square, and Jiang Xinyue saw that there were many disciples in white robes practicing spells in the square.

The white-haired old man and Jiang Xinyue fell to the ground together, and the white-haired old man threw the long sword in his hand, and a shocking sound sounded and split a stone lion in the square.

The old man roared like thunder, and said loudly: "Ah...... Who is it that dares to hurt my junior brother?"

The disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect were taken aback by the sword momentum, and looked at the white-haired old man and the young man standing beside him in surprise.

The white-haired old man shook the messy hair that covered his eyes, looked at the people in front of him angrily, and asked Jiang Xinyue, "Senior brother, is there the person you said among them?"

Jiang Xinyue scolded secretly in her heart: "It was you who injured Lao Tzu with your bull's nose." But he didn't dare to say this to the white-haired old man, so he said, "Senior brother, I seem to remember that the man is not wearing white clothes. ”

The white-haired old man nodded and pulled Jiang Xinyue to fly to the side of an ancient tower, the white-haired old man let out a low roar at the seven-story ancient tower, and dozens of monks flew out of the ancient tower in an instant and landed in front of Jiang Xinyue and the old man.

The white-haired old man smiled, looked at Jiang Xinyue and asked, "Senior brother, take a good look at it, is there that person here?"

Before Jiang Xinyue could speak, a long-eyebrow Taoist in a green robe stood up on the opposite side and asked the white-haired old man in confusion: "Uncle Murong, why did you come here?"

The white-haired old man who was called Uncle Murong by the old man in the green robe turned a deaf ear to the words of the old man in the green robe, and his eyes remained on Jiang Xinyue's body.

Jiang Xinyue saw that the matter was really big, and she was nervous, and whispered to the old man: "Senior brother, we won't take revenge, let's go back." ”