It was almost 8,000 miles from Dijing to Mohe County, plus asking around about the location of Tangxia Village, it took Su Yan three days to arrive here and deliver an umbrella for thousands of miles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, Su Yan is not a saint who travels thousands of miles in an instant, and he can't come by stepping on the clouds, so he naturally delays for a while.

I have to admire the search ability of MI6, and find this umbrella from the thousands of umbrellas in the vast imperial capital, which is said to have been found by Lu San in a cave in Xishan, so conscientious, it is enough to see the intimidating power of Qin Sheng's laxative.

Su Yan smiled and handed the umbrella to Lao Xiao and said, "Your love gift." ”

Lao Xiao calmly stretched out his hand to catch it, and Su Yan suddenly found that Lao Xiao's fingers were so slender that they were not used to play the piano and tune the strings, which was really wasted.

Of course, these hands are more suitable for holding knives.

Lao Xiao's slender hands held the handle of the umbrella strongly, and the posture of the grip was almost perfect, the dull vermilion lacquer iron surface and the white and slender fingers formed an indescribable seamlessness, as if a match made in heaven and earth.

Su Yan looked at the handle of the Xuantie umbrella attentively, and suddenly felt that the handle of the umbrella was like a knife handle, and Lao Xiao held the handle of the umbrella as if he was holding the handle of a knife.

Then there was a "choke" sound.

A knife was slowly pulled out of the umbrella by Lao Xiao.

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The cold iron hilt, the blade is not sharp at all, and even the sharpness of the sickle cannot be compared, this knife in the umbrella is simply a blunt weapon without a blade.

But this bladeless blunt knife, but there is a kind of murderous and cold aura around it, even Su Yan, and it cannot be forced.

Lao Xiao put down the umbrella, his fingers flicked lightly on the blade, and with a "bang", the blade of the knife buzzed and oscillated, and an unstoppable domineering sword intent unexpectedly burst out, forcing Su Yan back several steps.

Lao Xiao smiled at the horizontal knife, turned around, stroked the mound affectionately, and then walked into the distance.

Su Yan was stunned, and then shouted, "Where are you going?" ”

"Western Demon Country, Qingfeng River."

"That's going abroad, you have to get a pass!"

"No need, I'm going to die."

Su Yan was stunned again, and then said loudly: "Anyway, I have also read the book of sages, can you not think about it like this?" ”

Lao Xiao stopped, turned to look at Su Yan calmly, and said with a smile: "My name is Xiao Shu, and the ghosts of Xiao Shu are singing." ”

Su Yan was speechless, and Ai Ai said, "I...... Call...... Su Yan. ”

Lao Xiao smiled: "It's good to meet you, after I die, please bury me under this plane tree." ”

Su Yan scratched his head and said, "I'm going to bury you on a high hill and put a beautiful flower on it." ”

Lao Xiao said angrily: "You dare! ”

Su Yan smiled: "I will do what I say." ”

Lao Xiao turned around abruptly, and then his figure rose from the ground like a cyan rainbow light, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Su Yan looked at this green rainbow, and suddenly he was stunned, as if he had been bombarded by thunder.

Xiao Shu.

The peerless powerhouse who is closest to the Xuan Realm in the history of the human race, cultivating both domineering and sword paths.

At the age of twenty-seven, he was admitted to the Jinshi, and at the age of thirty, he realized the Tao overnight, and went directly to the upper realm of Huixin from a scholar who had no power to bind the chicken, and was amazingly talented, and entered the holy realm at the age of thirty-five, riding a donkey, and killing all the corrupt officials in the world with a knife, and smiled when asked: "These corrupt officials are full of morality and righteousness, and they are full of men and prostitutes, how can they not be killed?" ”

At the age of thirty-six, he entered the Demon Palace alone and hit the Demon Emperor hard, but he was overdrawn, white-headed overnight, and his body functions were rapidly declining.

At the age of thirty-seven, he sealed the knife, and since then he has been a legendary powerhouse, and he has not been heard from and has disappeared.

Su Yan wouldn't have come up with it if he wanted to break his head, Lao Xiao, this ordinary old man, was actually such a legendary powerhouse, and that shabby umbrella was the legendary Tibetan umbrella!

Zangfeng, the blade is the blade, and the dark knife is the legendary Xiao Shu's hidden blade!

Su Yan only felt that the world was turned upside down for a while, and he leaned against the plane tree in a daze, almost fainting.

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The autumn sail on the Qingfeng River is far away, and the ancient trees on the side of the White Emperor City are sparse.

The capital of the Western Demon Country, called the White Emperor City.

In front of the White Emperor City, there is a magnificent river like the Milky Way, which is the symbol of the demon clan - Qingfeng River.

When the tide of the river rises, the huge waves are monstrous, the torrent is rolling snow, just like the dragon is angry and the moon is surging into the river.

At the shore of Qingfeng River, there are many ferries, and business is extremely prosperous.

Xiao Shu held the handle of the knife, walked to a big stone with a calm face, sat down cross-legged, put down the long knife on his knees, closed his eyes and was speechless.

Through the hazy mist, you can see the faint majestic outline of the White Emperor City on the opposite bank, bathed in the endless and peaceful holy light, countless cranes flying in the holy light, and a clear crane chirp resounded through the clouds, like a city outside the red dust sky.

Xiao Shu stood up with a smile, looked at the vast river, and suddenly shouted angrily.

A dazzling sword like the starlight and moonlight rose to the sky, and then cut horizontally to the endless river below, running through the heaven and earth, for a while, between heaven and earth, there was no longer the holy light of the White Emperor City, only the sword light was like a rainbow, and then there was no sound of a clear crane, only the sound of the knife was like thunder!

The vast river surface is like tofu, and a smooth and flat crack is cut straight out by this spatula light, and for a time the wind and waves are like anger, and the white water waves bloom like flowers, and a knife rolls up a thousand waves!

Xiao Shuchang smiled: "Set the storm!" ”

The wind and waves are solemn, the river is calm in an instant, and then the sound of the waves is like the wind roaring and the horse roaring, condensing in mid-air, forming a white water wall that reaches the sky, the wall is smooth as a mirror, and the vast river water of the Qingfeng River that has been flowing for hundreds of millions of years has been caused by Xiao Shu's long laughter, condensed into a wall of water, under the water wall, the land at the bottom of the river is immediately dried up and dried up because of the loss of flowing water, and every inch is cracked!

The surface of the water wall is no different from an ordinary white wall, but in fact, it is coercive and coercive with the power of the mighty Yangtze River, which is extremely terrifying!

The boatmen looked at the scene in front of them, shocked and speechless, and one of them collapsed directly to the ground, and then panicked like a lost dog.

Xiao Shu stood under the terrifying wall of water with a smile, his cyan clothes were flying, his frost-white hair was fluttering, and the dull blunt knife in his hand showed an incomparably sharp knife intent at this time, and the knife surface was covered with a layer of faint true yuan, flashing with bright clear light, just by looking at it, it made people feel a touch of throbbing and endless domineering from the depths of their souls.

Domineering, domineering!

With a sword light and a laugh, the waves of the Qingfeng River were like anger, condensing into a wall of water!

The old scholar in Tsing Yi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said in a voice that shook the heavens and the earth: "Go!" ”

Go ahead! My knives!

The wall of water contracted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally condensed into a roaring water Jiao, which went berserk towards the north!

The water Jiao walked through the clouds, rolled up the skylight, continued to swim in the tumbling cloud void space, stepped on the top of Helan Mountain, broke the magnificent river, and the momentum was like a rainbow, rising to the height of Qi Tian!

In the end, with the mighty wind, it went straight down!

The north is a demon realm of wind and snow like anger.