The loud crane chirped in the air, and Nan Wuya, who was watering the cabbage planted by Yun Porcelain Ning in the medicine garden, raised his head and watched the white crane spread its wings and fly in the air, and after a while, it landed accurately in the medicine garden. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Yun Porcelain Ning left Yuling Mountain, Nan Wuya pulled out all the other vegetables she had planted and planted her own herbs, leaving only the cabbage, just because Yun Porcelain Ning said that she wanted to save some cabbage for the winter.

Thinking of this little apprentice of his own, Nan Wuya couldn't help but smile and stroke his beard, although in the past when she was in this Jade Spirit Mountain, she was very annoying to her, but now that she is really gone, she feels that life is too boring.

The white crane raised one foot and pulled it on the ground for a long time, and he didn't know what shape he had drawn, so he couldn't see Nan Wuya frowning. Immediately, Nan Wuya dropped the water scoop in his hand and turned around and walked out of the medicine garden.

Who is releasing such news, isn't this leading the water to himself?

When he stood on the top of the Jade Spirit Mountain, he saw the crowd of black oppressors from a distance, and they had already begun to move towards the mountain from the foot of the mountain. Yuling Mountain is not like the Poison Immortal Valley, there are no organs set up here, and there are no cliffs, it only takes half an hour for an ordinary person to come up, not to mention those Jianghu people who practice martial arts all year round.

Those people were obviously brisk and headed straight towards Yuling Mountain.

He is an old man, who has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, and what can make these martial arts people covet him is probably only the remnant of the secret book that can live forever.

"Go, inform Ye Xiaozi and teach him to protect Jin's girl. Nan Wuya's eyes were dark, and Yun Porcelain Ning ...... It must not fall into his hands.

The white crane seemed to understand Nan Wuya's words, and its slender legs were lowered again, and its white wings spread out and flew away from Yuling Mountain.

The departure of a white crane did not attract much attention from the passers-by, and at most they would sigh that this crane was so white and that this crane was really high, and then continued on their way.

The eyes of people with different weapons all showed the same gaze at this moment - greed, cunning, and eagerness. No one would think that they would be scattered heroes in the rivers and lakes or disciples of famous and decent families, but like vultures about to prey for food.

"Nan senior, don't come unharmed. "The first to climb the mountain was Li Mo, a disciple of Xianlu Palace, who was attached to the Qingping Gate in the past, and bowed to Nan Wuya in a regular manner, with a pair of fox eyes that were sharp, teaching people to see what his intentions were.

Standing in front of the bamboo house, Nan Wuya's clothes fluttered, the breeze blew, and the birds chirped in the Yuling Mountain, as if he was deliberately reconciling this calm and treacherous atmosphere.

He didn't say a word, he just stood there. Facts have proved that the predecessors are the predecessors after all, and they have eaten more salt than they have eaten, even if they have retired for so many years, they still have a certain status in the rivers and lakes.

Feeling the coercion released by the other party, Li Mo did not retreat, but kept maintaining a posture of arrogance, and did not raise his head. However, at the time of a cup of tea, all kinds of dressed martial arts people also arrived at the top of the mountain.

Nan Wuya stroked his white beard, looked at the group of people in front of him, and joked: "The old man has lived in Yuling Mountain for so many years, and he hasn't seen half a ghost, what's wrong with the sun coming out in the west today?

He said this as if all of them were his juniors.

In fact, most of them are the descendants of Nan Wuya, but some of them are also the current heads of the sect. A small number of descendants don't know Nan Wuya's name, and they don't believe that anyone can live to be more than a hundred years old, and now I hear that Nan Wuya has a remnant of the secret book that can live forever, and then look at the old Taoist priest in front of him, and the people who were originally skeptical of the news were suddenly convinced.

"Senior Nan has lived alone in Yuling Mountain for many years, and I should pay a visit to him later. The corners of Li Mo's mouth curled slightly, just now he is the only one who can't take Nan Wuya, now he doesn't believe it, so many people come to the door, he can't make it.

Even if there is a sky-high force, it is impossible to wipe out all the many people here, and once Nan Wuya makes a move, he will be the enemy of decency, and if it is spread out, it will also discredit the Qingpingmen that has disappeared.

"Huh. Nan Wuya put one hand behind him and sneered: "The bamboo house is small, I'm afraid it won't be able to entertain all the heroes, so please go back." With that, he raised his hand and motioned for them to go.

If there was really a secret book of immortality in this world, he would have been able to refine the elixir a long time ago, so why bother to leave that "rejuvenation" to harm the world?

Seeing Nan Wuya's attitude, Li Modeng, who was still pretending to be polite, was furious, and said sarcastically: "Since the predecessors have obtained the secret book, why not hand it over and benefit the world?

"Ignorant child!" Nan Wuya didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, shook his sleeves and shouted: "Qingpingmen has long been destroyed, this secret book will only make the world chaotic, if you don't find the last one, no one will be able to understand the mystery of it, to you, it will only make you go crazy and eat your power!"

"There's no need for seniors to worry about it, we have our own measure. "A disciple of Nanlu Palace saw that he refused to hand over the secret book, he must have selfish intentions. If you don't hand it over, how do you know if we're going to know if we're going to know it? Or, in fact, you're afraid that what you can't understand will be understood by others?

The more the disciple thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, so he simply said what he was thinking in his heart, and he originally planned to treat Nan Wuya's people politely, but he showed the weapons in his hands and asked Nan Wuya for the secret book.

Nan Wuya, who used to be a doctor and martial artist, how could he have been persecuted like this? Or was he persecuted by a group of yellow-mouthed children who were yellow-mouthed children, and when he was about to draw his sword to fight with them, he saw a dark figure standing steadily on the plane tree, and the ink-colored cloak covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

The corners of his mouth in the shadows hooked, and the man leaned against the trunk of the tree with his arms folded and looked at Nan Wuya being besieged by a group of people, and seemed to be extremely happy.

Nan Wuya has been practicing martial arts for so many years, and his internal strength is profound, which is far from being comparable to these disciples who have not yet become a weapon, seeing that the people who are close to him have been shaken away by Nan Wuya's internal force, everyone does not dare to lean forward again, and this battle seems to have fallen into a dead end.

Nan Wuya only shook them away, and did not mean to hurt them.

The man wearing the cloak hooked his fingers, and a silver thread that was not easy to find was instantly sent out, hooking on Li Mo's placket, "Go, little thing." Stretched out his finger and flicked the small worm on the silver wire, and the insect instantly followed the silver wire into Li Mo's flesh.

The originally normal Li Modeng's eyes were scarlet, and he slashed at Nan Wuya with his sword as if he was crazy, and then, everyone who was close to Nan Wuya launched a madness, and his force increased a lot.

Nan Wuya, who didn't expect this situation, couldn't dodge it, and was stabbed in the chest by the long sword, and the blood instantly spread on the blue robe, stinging his eyes.

Can you imagine how much it hurt when the sword in your hand stabbed her?