The first rays of sunlight in the early morning climbed the top of Yunmeng's mountain.

On the edge of the nameless forest on the mountain, Zhao Qi didn't know how many times he appeared here with a sword.

The original verdant forest was devastated, full of broken branches and half-cut trunks, and the few trees that remained stood alone among the dead trees, except for the grassy house in the depths of the forest, which had remained unchanged.

Zhao Qi held the sword, his eyes stared at the grass without blinking, but the steps forward did not stop.

Without warning, a sword shot out of the thatched house, Zhao Qi had expected it, the sword in his hand was behind his back, and his body leaned forward and rushed out quickly, only to see him dodge the sword gang, only a hundred meters away from the grass house.

The people in the thatched cottage seemed to have a premonition, and cut out the second knife early, and Zhao Qi flipped his wrist and took the knife head-on.

The moment the sword gang touched the sword body, it exploded, stirring up a thick layer of dust, and the next moment, Zhao Qi rushed out of the flying dust, only seventy steps away from the thatched house.

The person sitting in the middle of the thatched cottage suddenly soared, and three swords flew out one after another, Zhao Qiyi was not afraid, his feet suddenly forced, he rose into the air, and stepped on the only remaining tree on this path and went straight to the sky.

When he landed, there were only fifty steps left from the thatched house, so he leaned over and sprinted, laughing and provocatively: "Wei Yan, will you do this trick?"

The man in the thatched cottage did not answer, and responded with an even sharper slash.

Zhao Qi shouted, gathered his right arm, and struck a sword qi with all his might, and the sword qi actually tore the sword gang alive and unabated, and hit the thatched house directly.

It's still a knife.

The two collided and exploded in front of the hut.

And Zhao Qi is only ten steps away from the thatched house.

The man in the thatched hut finally moved, stepped on the window edge and flew out of the thatched house, turned over in the air with a knife, and slashed at Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi exerted his strength on the soles of his feet in vain, laughing and meeting Wei Yan's head.

"Wei Yan, you are finally willing to make a move, you are doing nonsense in Sumen Mountain, but you rely on my master, this account, I will calculate it with you today!"

The swords were connected, making a "sonorous" sound, and the milli cao in Zhao Qi's hand was not much different from the unsheathed Ming Hong of Shangwei Yan.

Zhao Qi volleyed out a sword, but Wei Yan took advantage of the situation to step on the tip of the sword, turned his head in the air, kicked on the trunk of the tree with both feet, his left hand in front and his right hand in the back in an offensive posture, and the foot was forced, ejecting the whole person, and the momentum was extremely fierce.

"Ahh

only heard an explosion, Zhao Qi flew out upside down, Wei Yan was unforgiving, there was wind under his feet, and he caught up with Zhao Qi in only two big steps, and hit Zhao Qi in the abdomen with his head and shoulder.

This time, Zhao Qi, who was holding a mouthful of blood in his chest, couldn't hold it back any longer, and sprayed it on Wei Yan's clothes when he opened his mouth.

Wei Yan hit Zhao Qi, who had never landed in the air, took his turn to spin around, and then let go and directly threw Zhao Qi, who was seriously injured, out of the forest.

After that, Wei Yan patted the dust on his body, frowned and looked at the blood donation that Zhao Qi spit on him, and turned back to the hut like that, without a word of nonsense from beginning to end.

Zhao Qi got up from the ground, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After a while, he opened his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and muttered, "Good for you, you are so fierce."

After thinking about it, he smiled again, looked at the few trees left in the forest, and said: "I finally forced him to make a move, there are still five or six trees left, I don't believe that you can still be beaten like this after cutting down a forest."

When the recuperation was almost over, he dragged his tired body back to Yunjian Pavilion.

There are still traces of fighting in the forest, and on the mountain not far away, the old man Wang Chan and an old Taoist he doesn't know stand side by side.

Wang Chan stroked his beard and asked with a smile: "Niubi, in your opinion, which of my two apprentices has higher achievements?"

The old Taoist crane had a childish face, holding a whisk in his hand, obviously the snow-white beard on his face had hung down on his chest, and he couldn't find a single black hair on his head, but his face was the appearance of a forty-year-old middle-aged man, he shook his head and smiled, and said: "Poor Dao really can't see the depth, as far as the current point of view, your big apprentice is much more than that, but your little apprentice has a good root, and today's battle with Wei Yan inadvertently loosened the second pulse of Ren Du, and he will become poor Dao in the future, and he dare not say anything."

Lao Dao's evaluation was extremely pertinent, but he immediately said something very shameless: "It's just that compared with my apprentice, it's really unsightly."

Wang Chan glared at him and said, "Okay, you Li Chongyang, don't kick your nose in the face, although your apprentice has no talent for cultivating the Tao, but when it comes to fighting, what if you enter the psychic realm?" Didn't you get beaten by the old disciples and bruised your nose and swollen face? ”

The old way is Li Chongyang, the head of the ancient Lingshan humanitarian family, Wang Chan said that Lu Zixiang is unhappy, he is not happy to be a master, but what this old man said is also rough, the people who cultivate the Tao and the people who practice martial arts are slightly inferior in fighting, Lu Zixiang can't beat Zhao Qi, how can he, the master, beat Wang Chan?

Li Chongyang sighed, not arguing with this old and unorthodox person, but slandering in his heart: When a master looks like this, what kind of master disciple can he teach? Even if the martial arts are the best in the world? Not an idiot yet.

Wang Chan naturally didn't know what Li Chongyang was thinking, with one arm behind his back, he put on a posture that he thought he was a master outside the world, shaking his head and smirking.

Yunjian Pavilion.

Li Chongyang came to Yunmeng, and his apprentice naturally followed behind him, but after coming to Yunmeng, he came straight to Yunjian Pavilion.

After arriving at Yunjian Pavilion, he didn't see Zhao Qi, so he lay on the grass and waited, and finally waited, but when he saw that he was covered in blood, he ignored him, and went directly into the house to sit on the couch to heal his injuries.

Lu Zixiang was helpless, so he had to squat on the ground and draw circles boringly.

At the time of a pillar of incense, Zhao Qi exhaled a breath of turbidity, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zixiang who was eager to dig a hole out of the ground.

Before jumping out of bed, the servant Lao Liu entered the door at the right time, holding a set of clean clothes in his arms.

Zhao Qi was not hypocritical, he changed his clothes in front of the two of them, threw the dirty clothes to Lao Liu, took off the wine bag from the window, and went out with the elated Lu Zixiang.

On the mountain road, Lu Zi followed behind Zhao Qi's ass like a fart, and his green cow followed not far away.

"You're going to your senior brother again?" Lu Zixiang jumped forward, remembered Zhao Qi's embarrassed appearance, and asked.

Zhao Qi just walked and turned a deaf ear to Lu Zixiang's words.

Lu Zixiang saw that Zhao Qi didn't mean to answer, so he said to himself: "If you want me to say, your unlucky senior brother is really violent, my senior brothers love me the most, and they are never willing to beat me, unlike your senior brother, who stretches his face all day long and doesn't pay him back if he owes him a few hundred taels of silver, what do you say you are doing to provoke him?"

Zhao Qi was impatient, so he turned around and threatened viciously: "If you talk nonsense, I will throw you into the thatched hut where Wei Yan lives, and let you learn my senior brother's knife technique."

Lu Zixiang obediently shut up.

After a while, seeing that Zhao Qi didn't go down the mountain, nor did he go up the mountain, but just walked around halfway up the mountain, he asked, "Where are we going?"

Zhao Qi grinned and said mysteriously, "Take you to meet someone."

Lu Zixiang didn't ask anymore, but followed behind him silently, for fear that he would annoy this weird-tempered little marquis again, and he would lose more than he would gain by beating him. For him, it doesn't matter where he goes, just meat.

In a cave in Yunmeng Mountain, the old man sat in a wheelchair and "squeaked" out of the cave, and saw a young man in a yellow robe with a green shirt on the mountain from a distance, followed by a strong green ox.

Zhao Qi saw the old man he accidentally found last time from a distance, so he raised the wine bag in his hand and shouted, "Old man, I brought wine this time."

The old man laughed and said, "Good boy, I have an appetite for the old man, after I left last time, I thought that your kid would not come again."

Zhao Qisan ran to the old man in two steps, touched his head and smiled, and said: "Where can it, old man, you live alone in this blessed land, you don't see anyone all year round, I saw that you were pitiful, so I decided to come often in the future, and it can be regarded as finding someone to talk to, my master can't see each other for three or five days, and my senior brother doesn't deal with me, as for Lao Liu, he knows silly and happy all day long, there is nothing to say, if you think about it, you can talk to you."

In fact, Zhao Qi has a small abacus, judging from the last time the old man made a move, he is definitely a first-class master, the old man Wang Chan went to Guling Mountain every once in a while, if the old Taoist people in Sumen Mountain came to the door when the old man Wang Chan was not there, wouldn't it be a disaster, if he befriended this old man, it would be his Heavenly Master's Mansion Qi Tianshi who came, and Zhao Qi also dared to stand up and say a few words to him.

It's just that the excuse blurted out was to ignore Lu Zixiang, Lu Zixiang glared at Zhao Qi indignantly, but he also pouted and didn't speak, but he quietly said in his heart: You have nothing to say to other people, but you can't make it a person?

The old man has lived for a hundred years, and his heart is like a mirror, how could he not guess what Zhao Qi thinks, but he will not debunk it, life alone all the year round is really boring, if it is not for the perennial retreat, he is not happy to stay in this place, these days just out of the customs, he is also willing to have a young man to accompany him.

Although Zhao Qi's doll is much smarter, his heart and eyes are not bad, if he is not in retreat all the year round, he would have the heart to rob Wang Chan of his apprentice.

Following the old man into the cave, Lu Zixiang looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, and said, "Xiaodao has been on the mountain for almost ten years, and I don't even know that Yunmeng still has such a place."

Zhao Qi said disdainfully: "If I hadn't brought it, you wouldn't even dare to come out of Guling Mountain, and it's strange that you can see it."

Lu Zixiang muttered in a low voice: "The ...... where Yunmeng Mountain and Guling Mountain are connected together"

The old man looked at the two of them joking with interest, just grabbed his beard and smiled, but his eyes kept falling on Lu Zixiang, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "It seems that this time, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is going to lose."

……

After being full of wine and food, Zhao Qi still asked the sentence that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "Old man, who are you, why have I never heard Old Man Wang Chan mention it?" What is your relationship with Wang Chan? ”

The old man didn't hide it, raised his head and smiled, and said, "Old man Sun Boling, your unlucky master is the old man's apprentice."

Zhao Qi was stunned: Sun Boling is just that, how did he become an ancestor for no reason?