Since the last prosperous event, the sun and the moon have been rotated twice in the sea of clouds.

Although Gu Hai had repelled the master of the hate building, he was very melancholy and sat at the small mahogany table.

On the table in the room, there was a charcoal fire in the iron basin, and the cold wine was warm. Sandalwood green smoke, with the east wind, rolled towards the door bead curtain.

Hua Ke's fingers cocked the orchids, and in the pleasant sound of birds in the small courtyard, he poured wine for the ancient sea. The wine seems to be like sweet spring water falling into the white jade wine glass, and the sound is like a spring rain falling, and Gu Hai slid the beauty in this wine glass into the sky and slid it across his throat.

The beauty smiled like a spring breeze, and the wine was mellow and warm, but Gu Hai's face was sad, and when the wine glass fell heavily on the table, a long sigh drifted with the white smoke in the wine jug.

Although Hua Ke is willful and naughty, she has always taken care of the lives of the two. She had already eaten a few glasses of wine before, her face was slightly red, and when her red lips were slightly open, she put her Qianqianyu finger on the back of Gu Hai's hand, and asked with concern: "Xiaohai, what are you worried about?"

Gu Hai added wine to himself, and then said, "We have been looking for two days in Mugen City, but we have not seen Wang Xuan. ”

When Hua Ke heard this, his face was faintly dissatisfied: "What if you find him? As for the rumored Wang Xuan, although I haven't seen it, I expect him to be similar. Perhaps, Xiao Hai, you are already the strongest among immortal cultivators. ”

These words were like a strong wind blowing into the ancient sea, and all the gloomy clouds on Gu Hai's face were blown away, and he was only surprised between his eyebrows.

"The strongest?" he muttered, "I'm already the strongest?" Another glass of wine poured into his stomach, "Wang Xuan is really not my opponent?

He couldn't help but whisper these questions.

Hua Ke clinked glasses with Gu Hai and persuaded: "There is wine today and drunk today, why think so much?"

Gu Hai saw Hua Ke's patient persuasion, and buried this doubt in his heart, and then the two laughed and drank together, and after a while, they each lay drunk at the wine table.

The wind outside the window was endless, and the bamboo shadow trembled, but he couldn't wake up and drunk Gu Hai, he sank into a dream, and gradually entered another world.

This world, Gu Hai was shocked, this is the world of mountains and rivers on the white wall.

A few drops of thick ink splashed the surging river water. Skillfully run, a fishing boat on the river. Tap the tip of the ink, and a few egrets roam the sky. There are bamboo forests in the sky, and there are pen peaks outlining the distant mountains on the horizon.

Gu Hai wore a white robe on the fishing boat, drunk with the cool breeze on the river, only holding the fishing rod, shocked to see a river of ink, rolling thunder flowing away.

He looked in the stormy waves, and saw the place where the egret was crying and flying high, as if there were four people with fairy charm, talking under the blue ink sky.

Gu Hai, who was full of doubts, pumped the fishing rod in his hand towards the river, and the whole person gently jumped to the riverside. He walked alone towards the distant mountains, the small grass on his boots undulating like water waves, and from time to time there were bits of wildflowers stained with ink.

The footsteps of the ancient sea are on the tip of the grass, as if floating in the air, and like stepping fast, and the shadow of the white robe fluttering, flowing on the edge of this empty mountain.

He was very fast, and in a short time, he had already come to the forest in front of the forest. As he walked here, the sound of the four masters talking in the sky had already wafted into his ears.

"If you want to say that in today's immortal cultivation world, those who can catch up with us and others, I think there is only Gu Hai alone. ”

"Gu Hai, is that the one who won the four wizards with one move, and the new one who won the hatred of the Lou rat head?"

"I don't think so. Today's younger generation is not as good as we were in our prime. As for those four geniuses and rat heads, when you were young, who couldn't be as good as Gu Hai? Besides, we were not the strongest at that time. ”

"Having said that, when Gu Hai and the rat head were fighting, I also secretly watched and watched, this kid, the future is immeasurable!"

"Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan, I think you are living in seclusion in this Mugen City, you are old and confused!"

As soon as the name of Wang Xuan was proposed, Gu Hai's heart was excited, and if the sun shone in his eyes, he wanted to jump to the place where the four of them were talking.

His feet were only slightly off the ground, and a sharp sound, following the wind through the forest and beating leaves, resounded in Gu Hai's ears: "Who is coming?"

Gu Hai was shocked, in the depths of this ink bamboo forest, there were still people?

He stepped on the ground and said politely: "I am Guhai, drunk and strayed into this place, I just heard that Wang Xuan is here, so I came to visit." ”

"Gu Hai, but the Gu Hai who recently defeated the head of the hated Lou rat?"

In the depths of this bamboo forest, the voice seemed to have changed and became a little deeper.

"Yes, it's that ancient sea. ”

Gu Hai replied earnestly, for fear of offending the characters in the forest.

He had a hunch that his doubts in the past few days would be resolved after seeing Wang Xuan.

"Please go back! My master is negotiating with Wang Xuan's seniors, and he once ordered that no matter who comes here, they will all be driven away and will not be accepted!"

The sound in the forest, if you have the feeling of piercing the bamboo leaves.

When Gu Hai heard this, his brows furrowed again in the cold wind.

I don't know if I can enter this mysterious place again. If this opportunity is missed, there may never be another opportunity.

Say whatever you say and find out today.

"Brother Tai in the bamboo forest, see if you can be accommodating, you and ......"

"No! What the master said is the rules, and the rules must be followed! Please go back!"

Before Gu Hai finished speaking, the words of the people in the depths of the bamboo forest were as turbulent as a river, leaving no room for discussion.

Seeing this, Gu Hai stopped talking, he moved his steps, and decided to force his way to the green mountain.

His feet were green in the wind, like an egret rising in the air.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

The fierce sound in the bamboo forest has just reached the ear, and it is as fast as the shadow of the wind, like a blue bird, floating and sweeping thousands of bamboo leaves. A bamboo collides with a bamboo, and the shadow of the blue bird pulls out an ink and green bamboo in this crisp sound, and in the plain white clear sky, if the wind dances, it is fiercely pumped towards the ancient sea.

Gu Hai's posture was like a thunderbolt, and when he dodged, gusts of wind whistled around him.

The person who made this shot, just looking at this blow, is not an ordinary person.

Gu Hai flashed to the sky above the bamboo forest, his feet were on the bamboo top twigs, and the pressed bamboo bent down, and before Gu Hai could stand still, the green shadow flew quickly again.

Gu Hai also pulled out a bamboo and beckoned with the green shadow.

The ink bamboo in Qingying's hand, like a storm, stabbed towards the ancient sea.

Gu Hai also kept dancing the ink bamboo in his hand, accurately blocking every attack.

Among the two, one is like the shadow of a blue bird, the other is like the shadow of an egret, and both of them are pointing at the bamboo with a little bit of strength, holding the ink bamboo and constantly hitting each other. Their figures were as light as ribbons, entangled in the waves of the bamboo sea.

The bamboo in the hands of these two people danced faster and faster, and gradually even the afterimage could not be found.

The power in the hands of these two people became more and more powerful, and the sound of bamboo leaves under the feet of the two could no longer cover the crisp sound of the ink bamboo in the hands of the two of them hitting each other.

At this moment, the sound of the surging river in the distance made a strong momentum for the two of them, and the sound of Xiao Xiao wind in the near distance set off their sassy and heroic posture.

After the two fought fiercely for a while, Gu Hai seized the wonderful opportunity, as if there was the power of waves in his hand, and with a violent wave, Yu Subai emptied, as if a horizontal wave of ink was slashed, and it was fiercely pierced on the green shadow ink bamboo.

Qingying couldn't withstand this force, and the elegant figure spun in the air, skillfully unloading the brute force, and half-kneeling at the edge of the ink bamboo leaf.

Several straight ink bamboos were bent down again.

The rest stood tall and swayed in the wind. The green shadow stopped, and its face was clearly visible in the frenzied green silk.

The most striking thing is the slender and sharp eyes, they have the predatory look of an eagle falcon, and they are staring at Gu Hai at the moment.

Except for these eyes, the rest of the facial features on his face, horizontal and vertical, pieced together a face full of rules for him.

The wind was still sluggish, and he wore a cyan robe in the scorching heat, and met Gu Hai's eyes.

This person is tall, with a bronze giant sword behind him, and his skills are still as strong as a green swallow.

Gu Hai also stood on top of the ink bamboo, and put the ink bamboo in his hand across his chest again, he responded cautiously to the enemy, not daring to have the slightest slackness.

The man in the green shirt also waved the ink bamboo in his hand.

It's just that this wave is different from just now. In the dancing of the ink bamboo in his hands, the wind howled in the clear air, as if he was absorbed by the ink bamboo in his hand.

He slammed the wind into the bamboo forest at his feet. I saw that this bamboo forest, unbearable to the howling wind, was blown into drops of ink, tilted into the wind.

The ancient sea has nowhere to stand, so he holds the ink bamboo in his hand and hangs it in plain white.

But the man in the green shirt, the attack did not stop. He was dashing and elegant, and he danced to the drop of ink. The ink bamboo in his hand, coupled with the power of his rotation, instantly turned into a tornado wind, rolling all the ink droplets in his hand with the momentum of rolling the sky and the earth.

Gu Hai flashed his thunderous posture again, and in his flashing, a magnificent scene appeared in front of him.

The man in the green shirt actually condensed the drop of ink into a vigorous dragon.

The long dragon came from the painting, its black beard was agile and elegant, its sinuous body spread out of sight, and its four giant claws were sharp and powerful, floating faintly in the plain white sky.

The man in the green shirt let out a long shout, and with the ink bamboo in his hand, he waved the long dragon to shake the power of the mountains and seas, and rushed towards the ancient sea.

Gu Hai was taken aback, and his figure flashed like thunder, but the ink dragon was extremely fast, Gu Hai couldn't dodge, and when he was about to crash into his chest, he gritted his teeth and slammed the ink bamboo horizontally, struggling to block it in front of his chest.

But the power of this long dragon, what is the pretense?

This collision directly knocked Gu Hai into the surging river in the distance.

If the ancient sea is a weak river fish, the whole person sinks into the ink river in an instant.

The young man took advantage of the victory to pursue, dragged the vigorous dragon in his hand again, and rushed straight to the place where the ancient sea fell into the water, and roared away at the surging river.

At this moment, the man in the green shirt thought that the defeat of Guhai had been timed, and the river surface instantly rose with a splash, and countless ink fish jumped out of the water. And in this splash, Gu Hai held the ink bamboo and jumped out by himself.

He rotated his body on the surface of the river, and the ink river water was also adsorbed to the ink bamboo in his hand. When he was waving at the long dragon, the end of the ink bamboo in his hand had condensed into a fierce ink unicorn, which opened its bloody mouth and collided violently with the roaring dragon.

I saw that on the surface of the rushing river, these two beasts that seemed to have come out of the ink painting collided with each other with unstoppable power.

In an instant, these two mythical beasts collided into two clusters of ink flowers, which were clear in the plain white sky, as if fireworks bloomed in a painting. Then the ink is scattered into silk threads, turned into ink raindrops, smashed on the grass and wildflowers, sprinkled in the surging river, and flows eastward with the big waves.

In the violent collision between the man in the green shirt and Gu Hai, the ink and bamboo in his hands had turned into ink and disappeared, and they both jumped a few steps, adjusted their postures, and stood in the ink drizzle.

The man in the green shirt sighed in his heart, Gu Hai really lived up to his reputation. It seems that you can't stop it without using real skills.

So he unloaded the bronze heavy sword embedded with purple stone behind him and clasped his hands tightly.

Gu Hai didn't dare to slack off, and he also took the Fushen stick on his back and held it in his hand.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, in a quiet silence, the two confronted each other again.

Suddenly, a stone fell from the mountain in the distance, and with this sound, the figures of the two were like thunder, and they both swung the power of the mountains and seas and smashed towards each other.

The green shirt man's heavy sword, if a green mountain falls, the ancient sea Fu Shen Stick has not yet appeared in his eyes, but a blue light has already arrived, and then a long sword firmly blocked his heavy sword.

Gu Hai wielded the Fu Shen Stick, if he waved the power of the mountains and seas, against the strong wind, but it fell firmly on a shield.

This shield was as powerful as the Xuanwu Divine Stick in Gu Hai's hand, and it fell on it, but it was just a muffled sound.

Which powerful person did this?

When the man in the green shirt saw this familiar weapon, he knew who was doing it. He looked at the bamboo forest with dissatisfaction and shouted, "Senior Brother Longfu, what are you doing here?"

Gu Hai also followed the direction and looked at the messy bamboo forest. The ink bamboo forest, of course, no longer exists, and only some fallen leaves are left on the ground. In this open place, there is a man, smiling like a crescent moon between his eyebrows and eyes, his posture is as majestic as a mountain, a yellow cloth illustrated book is faintly suspended in front of him, and his voice is as gentle as a breeze: "Brother lawyer, you can stop, if you two continue to fight, you will lose both." ”

It turned out that this man in a green shirt was called Li. The dissatisfaction on Lu's face did not subside, and he only shouted: "I will punish those who do not obey Master's regulations, and Senior Brother, you will stop me!"

After that, if the heavy sword in his hand had ten thousand powers, he would pick away the long sword that was blocking in front of him. Gu Hai was fighting hard, and he also smashed the shield straight down.

When the two of them wanted to wave the heavy sword and the Fushen stick in their hands again, thousands of weapons, one blade after another, cold light, in an instant, with the intent of slaughter, in the fierce wind, against the door of their heads.

Gu Hai didn't come into contact with the blade, but the chill of the blade seemed to have penetrated into his hair. He looked at the bamboo forest again, and the tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes was gone, and his face was as terrifying as a demon in purgatory.

"I said, you two stop, it's not a suggestion, it's an order. At this moment, Long Fu even seemed to have a deep chill in his mouth.

Lu knew what was terrifying about his senior brother, and when he saw this cold glow between his eyebrows, he had to stop.

Gu Hai was in a cold sweat, he had seen for the first time that an immortal cultivator who used the method of forging was so terrifying.

Compared with him, Zhang Xiaobao, the four geniuses, is simply a child.

Before Gu Hai could fight him, he was already ashamed of himself in his heart, so he also stopped.

He thought to himself that these two people were the disciples of the four masters, and they were already so strong. The four places in the green mountains must be even more unfathomable! Sure enough, there are more unknown mysteries in this immortal cultivation technique.

How do you refine the answer, and I wonder if they are willing to tell themselves?

Ritsu put his bronze sword on his back and leaped over the destroyed bamboo forest.

Gu Hai also took the Fu Shen Stick and followed him.

Long Fu had already put away his magical powers, turned the mysterious weapon into wisps of silver light, and flew into the yellow cloth illustrated book.

He bowed his hand to Gu Hai and said, "I have always heard of Gu Hai's name, and I was finally able to meet today, and it really deserves its reputation." Where the offense is today, I still look at Haihan. ”

Gu Hai had an apology on his face, and he also arched his hand: "Today, I didn't listen to dissuasion, broke into the treasure land, and offended the two, and it should be me who asks the two for forgiveness." ”

Long Fu then said: "Just now, the elder brother and the junior brother were fighting, and the master and several seniors were all in their eyes. I told them the truth about this matter, and after hearing this, Senior Wang Xuan ordered me to tell you that tomorrow afternoon, he will personally find you and answer you more about cultivating immortals. ”

When Gu Hai heard this, he was overjoyed, and said loudly: "Thank you so much!" Immediately, there were doubts on his face, "It's just that I strayed into this place after getting drunk, how can I get out now?"

When Long Fu heard this, he only smiled and said, "A good dream has been made, but you can wake up!"

After the laughter, the landscape world gradually blurred. Gu Hai suddenly felt that he was sinking into the water, his mouth and nose seemed to be unable to breathe, he struggled vigorously, his eyes suddenly opened, and he sat up from the wine table in shock.

He looked around in a panic, the bamboo shadow trembling outside the window, and the sound of the wind whispering in his ears. In the iron basin, the charcoal has been extinguished, and in the jug, the wine has been cold.

It was late at night, and Hua Ke was still sleeping on his stomach at the desk.

Gu Hai stared at the ink landscape painting on the white wall behind Hua Ke.

Did I dream of such a scene before I fell asleep, after appreciating the painting, and because of the sorrow in my heart?

Or is it the dream world, which is the real thing?

Puzzled, he looked at the painting carefully.

The world in the painting is still the surging river, the fluttering boat, the flying egret, and the green and distant mountains.

It's just that next to this green and distant mountain, there seems to be a bamboo forest ruins.

The ruins of this bamboo forest made Gu Hai's heart a surprise. He bowed his head again, and an inky bamboo leaf slowly fell on the green silk.

The joy in his heart is beyond words. It seems that the world in the dream just now is all real!