Sima Qingshan was like a scholar, carrying a bookcase, and there were several picture scrolls in the bookbox, and the wooden scrolls of the picture scrolls emerged from the bookbox.

He rode his horse and struggled through the snow.

Soon, I saw the majestic city of North Los Angeles.

Beiluo City, one of the great moats of the Great Saturday, has been famous since Baiyujing and Lu Ping'an, as if it has given this city a status and meaning far beyond itself.

Bai Yujing is located in Beiluo, and Lu Ping'an is also in Beiluo.

This city, full of age, has become a sacred place in the hearts of practitioners all over the world.

Everyone in the world knows Bai Yujing, but because Bai Yujing also knows Beiluo City.

Otherwise, just in the name of one of the six moats, it will not be able to become a city that the world yearns for and admires.

Heavy snow was falling overhead, and Sima Qing's shirt was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, and his mouth was hot.

He was a little excited, but also a little expectant.

On the official road, there are many people around him, but Sima Qingshan will not feel lonely.

All the way to the city gate.

Sima Qingshan's face was a little red from the cold, and the dragon blood army guarding the city glanced at him, checked it and let him go.

When the dragon blood crystal guarding the city was inspecting Sima Qingshan, Sima Qingshan was also observing them.

If before this, the world was only in awe of Beiluo because of Bai Yujing, then now, the existence of the Dragon Blood Army makes the world also awe of Beiluo City.

This is an extremely powerful city.

The kind of powerful city that goes from city to county.

In terms of combat power, the other five cities of the six moats combined, may not be Beiluo's opponents.

Led the horses into North Los Angeles, the aura was rich and lingering, like a fairyland, surrounded by vendors selling in the snow.

The smell of food fills the air.

It is a prosperous and peaceful city, with a peaceful order, which makes people think of some settlement.

"What a personal retreat. ”

Sima Qingshan sighed.

However, he did not linger in the city, but led his horses, questioned passers-by, and headed in the direction of Beiluo Lake.

Now, three days have arrived.

Lu Ping'an was about to start preaching and practicing, and he didn't feel like he had missed this rare opportunity.

Beiluo Lake is actually not difficult to find, after all, many cultivators are like a flow of people, gathering on the shore of Beiluo Lake, and Sima Qingshan can easily find it.

When I came to the lake, I looked at the misty aura on the lake, although the sky was snowy, but the lake not only did not freeze, but the lake water released a strange warmth.

When the snowflakes fall on the surface of the water, they melt directly.

Looking at the misty lake, Sima Qingshan couldn't help but think of his previous time in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Nie Changqing's white shirt blocked the picture in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, turning into a knife shadow, and he easily defeated the barbarians who invaded the city.

That time was the most shocking time for Sima Qingshan, he understood that the cultivator was so strong, and becoming a cultivator could do a lot of things that he wanted to do before, but he didn't have the ability to do.

He is a person who has won the fate of immortals, entered the mysterious land of immortals, received gifts from immortals, and realized the way of painting.

He felt that he was the chosen one and that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Sima Qingyi came to the lakeside, but there were already dense crowds of people, and there was no place to stay on the lakeside.

At the lakeside pier, there is not even a boat, which makes many cultivators who want to ferry to the island feel confused.

Originally, there were still ships on the dock, but they were all taken away by Lu Changkong's order.

Lu Fan doesn't care about these things.

But Lu Changkong has to take care of it.

It is not possible to go to the island.

Many practitioners were a little anxious, so they chose to find a place to stay, swept away the snow on it, and sat cross-legged.

Someone jumped directly onto the stone pier of the pier and sat on it.

One by one, the cultivators sat cross-legged, raised their heads, and looked up at the island in the middle of the lake, as if they were looking forward to something.

Sima Qingshan came late, and he could hardly find any foothold, if he really wanted to sit cross-legged, he was afraid that he would have to line up a mile or two away.

If it is really so far away, I am afraid that the daylilies will be cold.

"Borrow, let one. ”

A girl's voice rang out.

Sima Qingshan subconsciously turned sideways.

But I saw a girl in a white dress carrying a black pot holding a basket and passing through the crowd, and beside the girl, a man with a sword also carried a basket full of medicinal herbs and followed slowly.

"Huh, why are the boats gone?"

Ni Yu looked at the empty dock with a confused expression.

"It should be because Childe is about to preach, so he put away the boat. ”

Jingyue Road.

"Out of the way, I'll take you to the island. ”

Jing Yue smiled.

Then, he put down the medicinal herbs in his hand and pressed his two fingers on the hilt of the sword.

Sedum sword, out of the sheath!

There was a sonorous sound, and a faint sharp aura permeated the surroundings, making the snow falling from the sky seem to be slightly blocked.

The sword qi was like a dragon smashing the air and disturbing the snow feathers.

"Let's go. ”

Jing Yue said with a smile.

Holding a basket in one hand and Ni Yu in the other, he stepped out.

The Sedum Sword fell into the water, suspended and burst out, Jing Yue lifted a mouthful of aura in the dantian, stepped on the water for a few steps, landed on the Sedum Sword, slid into the depths of the dense fog in the lake, and disappeared without a trace.

The practitioners on the shore of the lake were amazed.

Some of the sons of the family were red with excitement, and some cultivators from poor families were also shocked.

Sima Qingshan's eyes lit up slightly.

"Bai Yujing's disciple?"

I thought about it.

Sima Qingshan seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his mind.

He squeezed to the shore of the lake, which made some cultivators a little dissatisfied and annoyed because of the crowding.

"Squeeze what, squeeze what, come late, consciously go to the back!"

This is a son of a family, who was touched by Sima Qingshan's waist, and said a little angrily.

Sima Qingshan hurriedly accompanied, and in the distance, several children from the poor family beckoned to Sima Qingshan and asked him to stand there.

Sima Qingyi was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his face, and squeezed into the middle of the poor family.

After greeting these people, he put down the bookcase in place and took out a scroll from it.

He also took out a brush.

Many cultivators around looked at Sima Qingshan suspiciously.

Sima Qingshan's clothes are shabby, and many positions are patched, and it seems that he is also from a poor family, so these poor children feel that they have to help a little.

"Brother Tai, are you planning to paint in the snow and record this grand cultivation event?"

A poor disciple asked curiously.

Sima Qingshan was stunned when he heard this, but he raised the brush, picked up the bookcase again, shook his head and smiled.

With a brush, he pointed to the island in the middle of the lake that was misty in the fog.

"I want to go to the island to listen to Master Lu more closely. ”

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone around was stunned.

The original prince who scolded Sima Qingyi angrily even laughed.

I just think Sima Qingshan is whimsical.

How do you get to the island without a boat?

And Sima Qingshan didn't explain much, he looked at the rippling blue waves of the island in the middle of the lake, and showed a smile of expectation.

The aura surged, and the majestic coercion was suddenly released from his body.

Suddenly, it swept the entire shore of Beiluo Lake.

The dragon-blooded soldiers in charge of guarding were shocked, and looked at Sima Qingshan in disbelief.

only to see a funnel-shaped aura vortex appear above Sima Qingshan's head.

The scroll unfolded, and it actually floated in the air.

Sima Qingshan held the pen and smiled, using aura as ink, but saw that the tip of the pen was inked.

Put the pen on the white roll, and the pen walks like a dragon.

Shook it violently, and there seemed to be a splash of thick ink.

"The boat is coming. ”

Sima Qingshan chuckled.

During the vibration of the aura, in the picture scroll, a flat boat was suddenly thrown out like ink and landed on Beiluo Lake.

Everyone gasped, just because there was really a flat boat floating on the lake.

The boat is not the real color, but the color of ink.

Splash ink come true?

Sima Qingshan put away the scroll and brush, jumped out, and landed on the lonely boat in an arc in the air.

The lonely boat rippled, carrying his body, faintly disappeared into the thick fog.

On the shore, there was silence.

After that, it exploded!

"Oh my God...... This poor painter is actually a great cultivator!"

"It's amazing, it's magical, the brush is like a god!"

"The world of cultivators is so wonderful!"

......

The cultivators were "buzzing" with discussions.

If the picture of Jingyue Imperial Sword crossing the lake brought them surprise, then the picture of the poor painter Sima Qingshan, splashing ink into a flat boat, brought him a shock.

The children of the family who originally criticized Sima Qingyi turned even pale.

I didn't expect that a poor painter was actually a hidden great cultivator.

As for those poor disciples, their mouths couldn't close in surprise, and soon, their eyes flashed with excitement.

They looked at each other and clenched their fists.

It turns out that the poor can also produce great cultivators!

And they can too!

Sima Qingyi stood on the ink-colored boat, staggering, swinging into the thick fog, and suddenly, the picture in front of him, like another village in the dark willows and flowers, emerged a huge island shrouded in dense fog.

It is like a fairy island in the world, and the beauty of the scenery alone is better than the March day in the world.

On an island in the middle of the lake.

Under the pavilion of Bai Yujing.

The crowd sat cross-legged.

Lu Dongxuan, Lu Mu found a bluestone and sat down cross-legged.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue also found a place to sit down.

There are also Lu Changkong, Luo Yue, Gong Yuyu and others, all of whom are waiting quietly.

Xie Yunling also rushed from the Dao Pavilion, after all, Gongzi preached, how could he miss it, Xie Yunling also brought Li Sansui, Li Sansui was dressed in a Taoist robe, and followed Xie Yunling quietly.

The rich aura that permeated the air made Li Sansui feel as if he was bathed in a fairyland.

She looked up, her smooth jaw glittering in the light, and she looked at the fluttering figure in the pavilion.

The latter leans on the railing to listen to the snow and enjoy the scenery of the lake, which is comfortable and chic.

In the dragon gate, there is a hustle and bustle.

There seemed to be a figure, stepping out of the dragon gate.

Cultivators from all over the world gather in Beiluo.

......

Compared to the elegance and leisure of Beiluo Lake.

Dongyang County is a hellish scene on earth.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the dawn of dawn was like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky.

On the castle tower of Dongyang County.

A figure stood as if it was connected with the sky, but in the thin body, there was a shocking threat.

Master, guard the country!

This person is none other than the national teacher Kong Xiu.

He stood on top of the city tower, above his head, and the majestic aura was rich and gathered, and it vaguely seemed to turn into a huge whirlpool.

His mouth spat out a promise, and every word was like a god.

Between the mouths and rivers, Haoran righteousness made the defenders on the city tower boil, their blood boiled, their fatigue was eliminated, and their fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

The home behind them, they will guard!

Yang Mu drew the sword at his waist and roared continuously.

The undead of Dongyi rushed to the top of the city, and were soon pounced on by the desperate defenders, who writhed and fell down the tower.

Both were broken bones from falls, making it impossible for the undead to climb the walls.

This is a war that is brutal to the extreme.

The soldiers of Dongyang County may not be as strong as the army of cultivators, but their bloodiness is not less, and they are bloodied in battles with the enemy.

There was blood bursting in his face, and the spilled master's shirt was red.

However, the Master did not retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, the body seems to be getting taller and taller.

The master looked at the Dongyi army.

Between the hairs, he slowly spoke, and knocked on the bluestone of the city tower with his hand, and the aura suddenly surged, and suddenly pressed down.

As a result, many Dongyi soldiers had a sense of retreat, and their fighting spirit was completely eliminated.

Except for those Dongyi immortals, they still rushed up to the city tower without fear of death.

Fight with the Dongyang defenders.

Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, the master was guarding the country, how could he escape?

Therefore, he put away the copper hexagram, asked for a sword, and swung it in the city tower.

With the blessing of the master's heroic energy, the situation seemed to be reversed, and the defense of the city, which was almost breached, was ...... at this moment Hold on!

Yang Mu was very excited, and he looked at the master with admiration.

However......

But the Master's face was extremely solemn.

Following the master's gaze, Yang Mu looked into the distance, where there was a burly figure wrapped in a black robe, with his fingers crossed, walking gracefully.

The burly man looked at the defeated Dongyi people on the city tower, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He looked at the master, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"The Power of Will ......"

"A non-cultivator can actually cultivate such a powerful willpower......

The burly man doesn't know what Haoran Qi is, but, in fact, Haoran Qi is a kind of power of will, and the Master is the creator of Haoran Qi, so his urging and use of Haoran Qi is naturally the pinnacle.

"Yang Taishou, you guard the city tower. ”

The master said suddenly.

Then the master of the Confucian shirt turned and walked down the castle.

The sword in Mo Tianyu's hand was stained with blood, but he was stunned and hurriedly followed.

Yang Mu was stationed in the city tower, he didn't know what the master was going to do, but he knew that at this moment, the master was fighting side by side with them!

"Kill!"

"If you don't break Dongyi, you won't return home!"

On the city tower, the Dongyang soldiers under the influence of Haoran righteousness waved the weapons in their hands one after another and roared angrily.

The door of the tower slowly opened.

The master walked slowly, his thin and old body, in his last years, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Behind him, the army went out of the city with his master.

They brandished their weapons and shouted murder.

Only the master was left in the eyes of the burly man.

"Kind of interesting, mortal...... Do you dare to provoke cultivators?"

The burly man laughed, his posture was elegant, and he maintained an elegant posture all the time.

He raised his hand and waved it slightly.

The Dongyi people behind him suddenly rushed out.

The master and the burly man looked at each other, and suddenly they were the only ones left in heaven and earth.

"Practitioner ......"

The master muttered, and then laughed.

The end of the era of the hundred schools of thought is the end of the hands of the practitioners.

Although there is no chance to fight with Lu Ping'an.

But......

Now, he is a Confucian cultivator, and he can be regarded as meeting a cultivator head-on.

Originally, at Kong Xiu's age, there shouldn't be such boiling blood, but the picture of the soldiers who were not afraid of death and guarded the country on the city tower made the blood in his body, which had been silent for too long, begin to boil and boil.

Once upon a time, he Kong Xiu also used to go to the end of the world with a sword, with a heart of blood, a Confucian shirt to go to a hundred schools, and a hundred schools of thought were out of breath.

Look at the cultivator in front of him.

Kong Xiu laughed.

He recited poems and articles in his mouth, and walked forward slowly, moving through the battlefield.

Directly ahead, the rushing Dongyi army, the original swooping action, faintly, was sluggish.

Because, at the forefront of the Dongyang army, the old man in a Confucian shirt, walked as if under the pressure of Haoran.

The poems and articles recited were sonorous and circulated in the sky above the battlefield, making the Dongyi people lose their blood and fighting spirit.

There is invisible pressure, which makes Dongyi people feel that their hearts are clenched, as if they are out of breath.

The Master took a step.

The Dongyi army actually took a step back in front of the old man's step.

The burly man, narrowing his eyes.

"It's a very strong will. ”

He raised his hand.

With a gentle wave.

The earth began to crack, and countless thorns of earth pierced out of the ground.

The Master's hair fluttered, and his body was hunting.

However, he was fearless, as if he was not afraid of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him.

He recites poetry.

The ground is cracked, and the earth is full of thorns.

The Master was still unstoppable, but the earth thorns could not stab him, and the cracks in the ground could not shake his body.

The burly man couldn't help but shrink his gaze.

He didn't believe in evil, and with a wave of his hands, the energy in his body surged.

The earth burst out in a dense veil of earth.

However......

In the soil thorns, a thin and old figure slowly walked out, and the thin figure in the soil thorns left blood marks.

However, the Master continued to chant in his mouth.

For burly people, the gap between mortals and cultivators is like a moat.

However, at this moment...... The old man in front of him gave him the feeling that he was going to fight a cultivator with the power of a mortal!

The burly man was a little annoyed.

He had probed that there were no cultivators in Dongyang County.

However, there is such a role in front of him.

"Since...... Seek death with all your heart, and it will fulfill you. ”

The burly man said coldly.

He raised his hand.

Thundered......

The earth cracked and turned into two huge half-earth balls.

Under the slamming of the burly man's palms.

Half a ball of earth, suddenly pressed!

Boom!

It was as if there had been an earthquake in the earth.

The Master's figure was engulfed in an instant.

"Kill!"

The burly man waved.

The Dongyi army behind him suddenly let out a shout of killing and rushed towards the Dongyang army.

Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, staring at the earth ball, this is the power of a cultivator, he can actually control the boulder!

Master's flesh is mortal, how can he stop it?!

However......

The ball of earth shattered, and then the form of the Master walked out of the shattering.

The Confucian shirt was a little torn, and half of his body was stained with blood, but there was a smile on the master's face.

The smile changed suddenly.

The master looked at the Dongyi army that was rushing to kill.

The aura above his head suddenly pressed down.

There was a loud cry from his mouth!

The Confucian shirt swept between.

The Dongyi army was completely devoid of the fighting spirit of Haoran's pressure, and all of them stopped, and even, in a breath, these Dongyi troops turned their heads and abandoned their armor and fled.

Haoran righteousness is like a cloud gathering and turning into a big palm.

The Master had to stretch his hair out, recite poems and articles, and look directly at the burly man.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness!"

Master, drink!

Suddenly.

The palm condensed by the mighty righteousness of heaven and earth suddenly covered the top of the burly man's head.

Faintly, it actually made the burly man feel a sense of oppression.

Between the battlefields.

The master repelled tens of thousands of troops in one go, and suppressed the cultivators with one drink!

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