Bu Yangying and Marelli two horses, galloping towards Penglai Mountain.

"Brother Ma Xian, I see that you have also seen some of the world, why are you so down?" Bu Yangying looked at Marelli's ragged clothes flying in the air, and asked puzzledly.

"The house is boring, I come out to relax. Marelli turned back to give him a mischievous grimace.

"What about your family? Aren't they worried about you?"

"My mom won't let me see my dad, and my mom is nagging all day long, so I'm running around the world," she let go of the reins and stretched out her arms, as if embracing the world she was facing, "I'd rather be a beggar who travels all over the world than a princess in a lonely castle, Brother Wu Ying, what about you?"

Bu Yangying was worried that he would fall under his horse, but it seemed that his horsemanship was still very good. "I don't know who my parents are or if they're alive. ”

"Oh, I see," Marelli said, turning his head to enlighten him, "that's better than I know who I can't see, I really should have another toast for us who are also the end of the world, hehe." ”

"Brother Xian, is this the right way?" Seeing Marelli riding his horse and galloping, the green trees and red flowers on both sides flashed behind him before he had time to look, and Bu Yangying asked worriedly.

"I've been gone hundreds of times. Marelli replied casually.

"How many times have you been to Penglai Mountain?"

"Oh? Not so much. Marelli didn't seem to have anything to say, but he asked directly, "Why are you going to Lingxian Pavilion to watch the excitement?"

"I'm going to save someone, the one you said was judged by the martial arts public trial. Bu Yangying replied.

"It's really strange that someone has worked so hard to send the ugly monster up the mountain, and there is still a big fool of you who has worked so hard to save him. Marelli muttered to himself.

"Brother Xian, have you seen him?"

"Hmm...... I can't be very familiar with each other, haha," Marelli asked Bu Yangying, "You came so far to save him, presumably you have a good relationship?"

"It's just a few days of friendship. Relationship, I'm not sure yet," Bu Yangying thought of his injured brother Bu Yangming. "Maybe it's still an enemy. ”

"Enemy, Brother Wu Ying, it's really strange that you came to save all the enemies. He suddenly said seriously, "If I have trouble that day, will you come to my rescue?" ”

"We are already friends, your business is my business, and your life is mine. Bu Yangying also said seriously that he has the seriousness and perseverance unique to northerners.

"I'll keep what you say in mind. Marelli laughed and sped up the horse.

The white flashes of the shadows of the steps swept along the ridges, like the wind across the woodland, and the wolves walked among the green forests and clear waters.

The two walked to the foot of Penglai Mountain, and the group set up a card here.

Two red-clad guards crossed their spears in the air, indicating that the path was impassable.

In a simple pergola next to it, there sat a tall lama, his face was purple, he was wearing a red duga, and a purple robe was draped, and he was unhurriedly drinking herbal tea.

Bu Yangying noticed that on the lama's purple and red robe, there was an emblem of a phoenix spitting fire and blood, could it be that they were from the Flame City in the Western Realm, he frowned.

"Fatty, tell them all to get out of the way. Marelli was not afraid of heaven and earth, and shouted and screamed.

The fat man, the Grand Lama, reacted for a moment, and realized that he was calling himself.

"Donor, but call me?" the red-clothed lama stepped forward.

"Let's just say you, good dogs don't get in the way, let them dodge. Marelli said.

"It's different if it doesn't work, it's not going to work. The lama said.

"Nothing works, we're going to go up the mountain. ”

"Lingxian Pavilion is full, so I want to go to another place to eat. "The great monk has come to lose his temper.

Bai Flash whispered forward, and a pair of blood-red wolf eyes stared at the Great Lama.

"All living beings, there are such spiritual things in the world," the great lama stared at Bai Shan and looked at it, looked up and asked Bu Yangying, "Is this your wolf?"

"That's right, you'd better let them get out of the way until it's not angry. Bu Yangying pointed to the guards blocking the road.

"Don't be angry, little donor, I don't want to stay here all the way back, but it's hard to disobey my fate," the big lama slipped out of his wide sleeve and slid out a vajra, "You win it, you should go over." ”

"Hey, you stinky monk, you are unreasonable, and Penglai Mountain is not opened by your family. "Magneti Marelli stepped forward to do it.

Afraid that he would make a mistake, Bu Yangying jumped off his horse and stopped in front of her, slowly drawing his black sword.

Marelli flashed to the side, thinking that this stupid boy had come to Lingxian Pavilion to save people, and he really didn't know how his kung fu was.

White Flash stood beside her.

On the days of Bu Yangying's southward journey, he read the booklet given by his younger brother Bu Yangming, but he didn't have any actual combat, so he didn't expect to test his sword today.

"Little benefactor, please. "The big lama saw that Bu Yangying was still young, so he refused to do it first.

Bu Yangying was stunned, not that he didn't want to make a move or didn't dare to make a move, but he didn't know which trick to use.

Bu Yangming's booklet swordsmanship is exquisite, but it is drawn randomly by what he sees, and many sword moves are incoherent, like random patchwork pictures.

Bu Yangying was stunned and frightened the big lama, this kid is not a peerless master, but he doesn't look like his age, so he had to sweep out the vajra first and test it.

The vajra swept through the air, and Bu Yangying was stunned again, he should use that move to parry, but he didn't have time to think, he took two steps back.

Bu Yangying's sword pattern did not move.

The great lama's vajra swept the air, and when he turned around, the vajra smashed head-on, and the strength was extraordinary.

Bu Yangying still hadn't figured out what trick to use. He dodged to his left side.

Obviously, the fighting moves he learned in the military camp are not applicable in the rivers and lakes, and the opponent's vajra is not a weapon to deal with in daily life, so he cannot use the battle in the military camp to deal with the competition in the rivers and lakes.

He struggled to recall his sword moves, and the atlas was a mess in his mind.

The Great Lama attacked three more times, but Bu Yangying always changed his body, and the sword never moved.

"Donor, if you don't know martial arts, go back by yourself, and the old man will never be embarrassed. The Grand Lama took the vajra and said calmly.

"Didn't you win either? Bu Yangying said.

Marelli on the side was also worried, this big fool who was holding a sword to break into Ling Xian Pavilion might just be eager to save his friends and not know martial arts at all, he couldn't help but worry. "Brother Wu Ying, why don't you come?"

"No," Bu Yangying said lightly, "Master, please." ”

He let go of all the jumbled thoughts in his mind and focused on his sword.

The sword I have practiced in the barracks for ten years is not necessarily useless.

I also know some swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, but why bother sticking to tricks.

Whether it's the barracks, whether it's the rivers and lakes, all I use is my sword.

No matter how wonderful the swordsmanship is, it is just to stab the opponent with the simplest technique, and if you think too much, you will be tired by the sword.

At this moment, the Grand Lama's vajra attacked violently and stabbed him straight into the chest.

Bu Yangying's sword was raised, and the spine of the sword collided with the pestle, and the blade of the sword slid through the pestle and slid towards the hand of the great lama, as fast as a star.

The Grand Lama took a step back and retracted the pestle, dodging the blade, surprised by Bu Yangying's sword.

It stands to reason that the sword is not a heavy weapon, but the collision between this kid's sword and his own pestle not only did not fall into the wind, but took advantage.

The Great Lama was secretly frightened in his heart, such a powerful black sword, such a fast offensive technique.

"Donor, be careful. The Great Lama shouted, "Thunder sound Pudu, all lives are destroyed." The pestle conjured more than ten branches in front of Bu Yangying, and stabbed in three ways, upper, middle and lower, and it seemed that there was no way to dodge and no way to avoid it.

Bu Yangying held the sword in the palm of his hand, the sword body slowly rotated, and through the whirling of the sword shadow, he immediately recognized the true pestle, he immediately held the hilt of the sword, and danced a few sword flowers to attack the pestle, and the real sword attacked the real pestle.

The black sword rubbed the vajra and sparked, and the black sword slashed at the great lama's hand again, the vajra no longer dodged this time, but rotated to avoid the sword blade, and the two fought together.

Marelli saw it clearly, and was surprised by the sword flower that Bu Yangying danced just now, this was clearly Ling Immortal Pavilion's swordsmanship, but it wasn't after that, and now it's again. Who the hell is this guy?

After a moment of fighting, Bu Yangying's black sword became smooth, although he didn't know Ling Immortal Pavilion's continuous sword technique, but what did it matter, he was fighting more and more easily, and he applied the sword technique of the military camp more.

Just as he is not accustomed to the swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes, the people of the rivers and lakes may not be accustomed to the swordsmanship of the military camp.

The swordsmanship of the barracks is more fierce and direct, there are no colorful and varied techniques, but there are the most effective ways to slash at the enemy.

This kind of swordsmanship may not be suitable for the people of the rivers and lakes.

When Bu Yangying removed the complicated parts of Ling Immortal Pavilion's swordsmanship and swung it with the swordsmanship of the military camp, the sharp black sword hit the Great Lama's vital point every time.

"King Kong is angry, and the Buddha's light shines. "The great lama fights to the xing, it seems that he has not fought so freely and vividly for a long time, he used his own housekeeping mastery, the pestle from both ends of the abrupt side, sending out Sanskrit Buddha singing, the soul of the heart.

The pestle light is as vast as a sea of smoke, and the steps are bright under the golden pestle shadow.

With the sword out of his heart, he rotated his body, and countless black sword shadows danced from the sword body.

The black sword shadow roared and rushed towards the golden floating light.

"You are a Buddha, and you don't want to stop me. Bu Yangying jumped into the air with a loud shout, hiding in the black sword shadow.

Like a cloud of black mist, it pounced on the Great Lama.

He couldn't find Bu Yangying, and when he saw the black sword, the blade had already reached the front door.

This lama is decades of penance in the Great Lei Yin Temple, he holds the pestle in both hands to protect the face door, the power of the sword blade from above against the pestle, the great lama uses all his strength, his legs slide on the ground for more than ten meters.

The black sword shadow dispersed, and Bu Yangying held the sword in both hands, and the vajra that was against the tip of the sword had been pierced three inches.

The great lama sang a Buddha chant, "Xie Shaoxia's subordinates are merciful, you have pleased." He waved for the guards to get out of the way.

The vajra slid to the ground, and the great lama's hands trembled.

Bu Yangying retracted the black sword, "Concession, master, dare to ask if you are from the Dugu family in the Western Realm?"

"Shaoxia, the poor monk is from the Great Leiyin Temple in the west, and the Da Leiyin Temple is the Dugu family's Protector Temple, so," the great lama looked at the fire-spitting blood phoenix embroidered on his clothes and said, "That's why the little monk's monk clothes are embroidered with this emblem." ”

"Great Lama, you are thousands of miles away from the west, why are you here, and you are still here to block the road and rob?" Marelli saw that Bu Yangying had won, and he was happy in his heart, and he spoke even more politely.

"I'm ashamed to say that I am absolutely unwilling to do this, but our Protector Master arranged it like this, and the little monk did not dare to disobey. The Great Lama's face was ashamed.

"Protector Mage, do you mean Dugu Zheng of the Dugu family has come to Lingxian Pavilion?" Marelli asked.

Bu Yangying found that the virtuous brother he had just met knew a lot, so it was okay to ask himself.

"Exactly," replied the Grand Lama, "not only did the Grand Master come personally, but the son of the Dugu family also came, so the little monk did not let the idle people wait to go up the mountain." ”

"What is he doing here, coming to see the Ugly Judgment?" Marelli asked.

"Ugly Eight Monsters, What Ugly Eight Monsters?" the Great Lama was stunned, obviously not knowing that Qingqiu was sick, "Our Archmage is here to propose marriage?"

"Propose?" Marelli almost jumped up, "To whom?"

"Of course, I proposed to the daughter of Shangguan Yunfei's family, otherwise who would be qualified to marry the prince of Flame City?" the big lama had a smug look on his face.

"Where did Shangguan Yunfei's daughter come from?" Bu Yangying asked, knowing that Shangguan Yunfei's wife had been dead for many years and had no children at all.

"Little donor, although your swordsmanship is good, you don't have enough knowledge. The Grand Lama shook his head and whispered to Bu Yangying, "There is no secret that can be hidden from the Grand Mage, Shangguan Yunfei has a daughter, who is in Lingxian Pavilion." ”

"Who is it?" Bu Yangying asked casually, these things had nothing to do with him.

"Water bells. The Great Lama seemed to have finally found something stronger than Bu Yangying, and blurted out.

Marelli on the side changed his face, "Shui Ling'er won't marry the prince of that city." ”

"Hmph," the Grand Lama looked Magneti Marelli's rags up and down, and swept his eyes over his sloppy face, "will I marry you?"

"You!" Marelli was furious, "Brother Wu Ying, help me beat this bald donkey." ”

Bu Yangying smiled bitterly, "Don't mess around, the master doesn't look like a bad person." ”

"It's not bad, they're coming to snatch the water bells, aren't you angry?" Marelli asked Bu Yangying.

"Snatching Shui Ling'er, people are also here to propose marriage," Bu Yangying thought for a moment and said, "Besides, there seems to be nothing wrong with the prince of Flame City being the county lord of Golden Crow City." ”

"You!you, you idiot," Marelli stomped his foot angrily, "You go to Lingxian Pavilion by yourself, let's meet in Pingshui, and say goodbye." ”

With that, Magneti Marelli turned on his horse and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest around the corner not far away.

Walk up and shadow in the wind messy.

The Great Lama is inexplicable.

"Master Xie give way, let's leave it at that, I'm going to Lingxian Pavilion. Bu Yangying hugged his fists and said goodbye.

The big lama watched Bu Yangying get on the horse, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Little donor, you still have to be careful, not everyone in Da Lei Yin Temple is like a little monk. The Grand Lama was halfway through his sentence and went back to the pavilion to drink tea.

Bu Yangying paused, still moving forward, and the snow wolf white flashed in front of the prancing horse.

Bu Yangying walked up the mountain alone at night, and there were more people in the rivers and lakes on the way.

The people of the rivers and lakes are each holding swords and swords, most of them are in groups of three or five, obviously from different forces and gangs, and there are also idle immortals from the three mountains and five mountains.

These high-rollers are loudly discussing tomorrow's martial arts trial conference.

"Yue Laosan, this ugly monster is really the second son of the Qingqiu family, why haven't I heard of this number?" asked the person next to him with a full bearded face.

That Yue Laosan showed a mysterious face, and said to his companion: "Then you are lonely and unheard, this ugly monster was scared to death when he was born, and Qingqiu Lao Wei was so angry that he almost killed him directly, so he didn't inform the world." ”

"It's strange that there is such a thing, haha. The bearded man nodded, and said in the form of an inquisitor, "Just because of the murder of his mother, he should be allowed to fly tomorrow." ”

"I think that ugly thing also has to fly, dozens of flights from Lingxian Pavilion every year, and it is not bad for that cripple. A man with a goatee next to him said.

"That's not for sure," said a group of people next to him, one of whom wore a sword, his hilt inlaid with a huge ruby, "I don't believe anyone would dare to let the Qingqiu family fly."

"What, you're still not convinced, I'll bet ten gold python coins on that ugly eight strange fly, do you dare to bet?" Yue Laosan saw that someone dared to interject, and he was very unconvinced.

"I'll bet that Ling Immortal Pavilion won't dare to let him fly, if I lose, I'll give you this sword. "The man with the splendid sword did not show weakness, and the ruby was dazzling in the night.

"It's hard to come, believe it or not, I'll let you fly first. Yue Laosan pulled out his saber.

The ornate swordsman also showed his sword.

"Forget it, no one flies, let's see the ugly monsters fly," the goatee man persuaded his accomplice Yue Laosan, "If it weren't for the people who came to see the Qingqiu family fly, who would come all the way here." Yue Laosan, keep your strength to climb up, my God, so high. ”

Then Yue Laosan put away the knife, "This mountain is his mother's height, if that ugly monster doesn't fly, I'm sorry for everyone's hard work, you say, isn't it?" he shouted boldly at the people who were climbing the mountain.

"That's right. Someone echoed.

"The third master of the Golden Knife Gate. A fat man in the crowd called out from afar.

"Fat Buddha Yuan Ye?" Yue Laosan replied shouting across the person.

"Third master, hurry up, slow down and be careful, you won't be able to fly. The fat man beckoned Yue Laosan and the others, waved them to hurry up, and he waited on the side of the road.

Yue Laosan and the others rushed over, and the fat man climbed up and let out beads of sweat, fanning the wind with his wide sleeves.

"Fat Buddha, can you climb this mountain?" Yue Laosan teased him.

"This Penglai Mountain is too high, but it's not flying and it's not good-looking, do you say it's not the third master?"

The crowd laughed.

Bu Yangying is in the crowd. There are too many people in the rivers and lakes, he left Bai Shan in the mountains and forests, the mountains and dense forests are very suitable for the survival of wolves, and they are much safer than Ling Immortal Pavilion, which has many masters.

If he can complete the task, his wolf will naturally find him.

If you have an accident, the snow wolf will follow you, and you may also have an accident.

He had rarely climbed such a steep mountain road, and he had never seen such a high mountain, and it is said that the crown prince Mo Yiyan could not conquer this place.

Bu Yangying cautiously walked between the cliffs, the cold wind was howling overhead, and the news came in front of him that someone had fallen off the cliff, and the bones of the person who fell off the cliff could not be recovered.

The person who came to see others fly flew first, Bu Yangying smiled secretly in his heart.

The Jianghu people walking on the dangerous mountain roads also remained vigilant and calm. They even helped each other, and Bu Yangying saw that the gorgeous swordsman who was still arguing just now pulled a handful of Yue Laosan, saving him from stumbling.

Yue Laosan gratefully rushed at the swordsman Xiaoxiao, and then silently climbed the mountain.

Bu Yangying followed the flow of people up the mountain, thinking about how to complete the task given to him by Uncle Hai.

Qingqiu is sick, this ugly monster, but it's also an interesting ugly monster, he can't help but think, what is this ugly monster doing now?

He really didn't know, and he couldn't think of it.

Because Qingqiu was sick, he was counting stars from the "attic" at the highest point of Lingxian Pavilion.