The Japanese people at the foot of Fusang Mountain are still unaware of their busy lives.

However, Jiang Taixu, Xiang Ping and Jing Siyuan stood up and looked at the void from afar.

The owner of the liquor store looked at the three of them in confusion, and then looked in the direction they were looking, but found nothing.

I couldn't help but shake my head, muttered a few words in the Japanese language, and went to busy with him.

Jing Siyuan looked at the figure on the clouds in shock, his face gloomy like water.

Jiang Taixu's eyes narrowed slightly, but the light in his eyes could not hide his shock.

Edgeworth!!

Even if he reaches the Grandmaster Realm, he can start in the air in a short distance when he cultivates his body without leakage, and he can fly in the Saint Yuan for a long distance to reach the Saint Realm.

But whether it is the Grandmaster Realm or the Ordinary Saint Realm, they all rely on galloping forward at a fast speed to pacing in the void.

And like Hou Wanqian in the sea of clouds, with his hands behind his back, the sword broke through the "waves", like a god of the Nine Heavens, this kind of realm is at least no worse than Dongfang Qingye and Prince Huang.

But how many years has the Oriental Aoba been in the Holy Way?

At least twenty years earlier than Hou Wanqian!

It's okay, but Hou Wanqian's speed of progress is too fast, so fast that it's terrifying!

The saint has a lifespan of three hundred, and that is because no one can break through the third heaven of the saint realm, and for thousands of years, no one can break through.

Legend has it that there are nine heavens in the realm of saints, and if you break through the nine heavens, you can truly live with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon.

However, since ancient times, in the records of the three holy places, those who have truly broken through the third heaven have never heard of it.

The master is so talented, and his holy path and mystic skills can be called creation, but he still stops in front of the triple heavens.

It follows that the holy path is difficult.

Prince Dongfang Qingye and Huang, with decades of work, are still wandering outside the threshold of the double heaven, when they can break through, it depends on the chance.

But he didn't want to, Hou Wanqian had only worked hard for two years, and he had already reached the same position as them.

What is this?

Is there any heavenly reason?

If Hou Wanqian was really given two or three hundred years of time, would he really break through the third heaven and gain a few hundred years of life?

If this is the case, the three holy places can only kneel together.

Jing Siyuan took a deep breath and said lightly: "Today, I know that the disaster of Qingyun is great? ”

The little overlord Xiang Ping was most annoyed by his energetic posture, and sneered, while Jiang Taixu said indifferently: "Sadness, non-righteousness, evil law." At first, it was fast, but how much sadness was there? Lin Langjun once said: Love is strong and love is thin. If this is the case with family, righteousness and friendship, how can pathos be an exception? Only the righteous path can be endless. ”

When Xiang Ping heard this, he nodded thoughtfully and said, "Ziyuan, what you said is reasonable, in fact, at this point in us, if we can't even see through this point, the Holy Dao in this life will be hopeless." The evil law has always been eager for quick success, and the progress in the early stage is extremely fast, and the more you go to the back, the more sparse it becomes. However, the Sword Saint Hou Wanqian may not be in a hurry for quick success, but he chose this path. It's a pity, with his talents, if he can wait for some time, when Lin Xiaozi takes Shuzhong from the hands of Qin, establishes a country with Shu, and then relies on the fortune of a country, and sends the holy way to the people of a country, he can also become holy. However, if he waited until that time, Qingyunzhai might not still be there. ”

When Jing Siyuan heard this, he was ashamed and angry in his heart, and he was angry that he knew almost nothing about the Holy Dao.

Dongfang Aoba has never taught a single trace of holy dao knowledge, so in front of the two holy land heirs, he revealed his ignorant side and lost face.

Jing Siyuan's face could no longer maintain his high-spirited complexion, and he was extremely gloomy.

However, neither Jiang Taixu nor Xiang Ping paid attention to his thoughts.

Those who are about to die, why do they need to say more?

At this moment, Xiang Ping suddenly waved in the direction of the West Avenue and laughed: "Hey, you two really dare to come?" ”

Jing Siyuan looked at it, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly contracted into needles.

But I saw a pair of handsome young men and women, coming side by side.

And the domineering and unreasonable Xiang Ping, and Jiang Taixu, who had been silent and arrogant, saw the expressions of the two when they arrived, but Jing Siyuan's heart sank.

Seem...... Something isn't right.

……

"Hou Wanqian."

On the top of Fusang Mountain, Dongfang Aoba looked at Hou Wanqian who came from the sword, and the taste in his heart was really not beautiful.

He was a man who thought very highly of himself, and thought that the Holy Way was unique in the world, and if it weren't for the fact that his master was 200 years older than him, he wouldn't even take his master seriously.

But this guy in front of him is a hundred times faster than his holy path advancement?

Even if the avenue is different, this speed is really amazing!

Ran Wan Qian ignored him, stood on the Heavenly Sword with his hands, and faced the Three Saints with an indifferent face.

No matter what calculations he made, it was impossible for him to let himself stand between the three saints.

The Great Array of the Three Talents of Heaven and Earth, which gathers the power of the three saints in one domain, is located in it, unless the ability to defeat the combined forces of the three saints, it is the grassland double saints thousands of years ago, no matter how powerful, they can only be gloomy and hateful, and Hou Wanqian is not a reckless person.

But the master said, "Myriad, why is the Holy Dao advancing so fast? Could it be that he is so powerful that he enters the Tao with affection? ”

Hou Wanqian bowed slightly to the master who asked calmly, and then shook his head and said: "Only by entering the Tao with sadness and comprehending the sorrow and suffering of the world can we benefit." I have obtained the saddest poems of the ten worlds, and after I have a thorough understanding, I will have this benefit. It's just that the meaning of poetry has reached the most tragic state. If you want to rely on this way to improve, it is almost impossible. The Holy Way is vast, and I am just an ant. ”

Hearing this, at least Dongfang Aoba's face looked much better.

Hou Wanqian can say the last sentence, which means that he has indeed returned to normal.

No, such an unpopular path as the sentient path will only be more difficult in the future.

But the master was curious, "What a tragic poem?" ”

Hou Wanqian did not hide it, and recited the "Jiangchengzi" written by Lin Dongpo Ning for ten years of life and death.

After reciting, the master could not hide his sigh on his face, his eyes were both shocked, and he looked at Hou Wanqian clearly, and said: "What Wanqian said is true, such a tragic work can indeed be called the word sorrowful." In the future, it is difficult to use other poems to resolve sorrow. ”

Prince Huang Xiang Zhou smiled and said: "It is already a blessing to invite heaven to reach this point with ten poems, how can you be insatiable?" These ten poems were written by that Lin boy in Qingyunzhai, right? ”

Seeing that Hou Wanqian did not deny it, Xiang Zhou said: "This kid does not live up to the word demon sent to him by the Black Ice Terrace." ”

Dongfang Qingye snorted coldly and said, "A hairy boy who is less than twenty years old, what he does, what he does, which one of the poems is in line with his age and experience?" It's not a demon, but what is it? ”

Hou Wanqian said indifferently: "If you kill your wife and preach the Tao and exterminate your nature, you don't know what to do?" ”

Dongfang Aoba was furious when he heard this, and reprimanded: "Presumptuous! Hou Wanqian, you dare to insult my holy land? Today, I wanted to discuss with you the great plan to stabilize the world, but I didn't want you to be so arrogant, and I couldn't leave you! ”

In response to him, it was Hou Wanqian who waved a sword:

"Ten thousand swords, return to the sect!"

……

Ten miles west of Qingyun Village, Zhang Tianmao, who was seriously injured and dying, leaned behind a big stone on the side of the road, holding a token in his hand full of blood, and drew a twisted symbol on the ground.

He'd been sitting here for two hours, almost frozen all over.

Only in the heart, there is still a trace of heating remaining.

This heating is naturally preserved by taking secret medicine before......

Suddenly, there was a sound of volleying in the air.

Zhang Tianmao's already trance-like spirit shook suddenly, and finally waited, he mustered up all his strength, but he could only shout weakly: "Ah! ”

Then it went dark and he fainted.

Before fainting, he seemed to see several black figures, falling from the sky.

In addition to the joy and surprise in my heart, I have endless respect and awe for the young man in Qingyunzhai......

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