Outside, the body of the boy who kept falling finally fell heavily into the pond after breaking the trees of the unknown stream, and with a crisp sound of falling water, the splashing boundless water splashes floated in the abyss of a line of sky, sprinkling a bit of water on the dark grass and trees around him.

Many thin branches and leaves that have not seen the sun all year round could not withstand the weight of the splash, and in the gradually sloping arc, pearl-like dewdrops slipped down, hitting the boy's face and body, making a crackling sound, spreading farther and farther in the stream, and finally mixed with bursts of echoes.

The spirit Mo Fan, who was directly stunned by the severe pain in his body, couldn't control his body at all, and Mo Fan, who was shrinking in the dantian and observing his own fighting spirit, had no way to get out of the dantian world where the Yin Yang Fish Plate was located, and could only watch his body drift in the stream, flowing towards an unknown place with the ups and downs of the terrain and water.

On the other side, the loud sound of the boy smashing into the water alarmed a girl who was collecting medicine in the stream, and the girl who was startled by the splash and impact sound in the distance trembled slightly, and even the jade flute used to collect medicine in her hand shook gently, almost breaking a Huang Tingguo in front of her that had to be picked with extreme care.

Quietly holding the chessboard in her hand in front of her to block herself, the girl carefully picked Huang Tingguo while secretly observing the wind and grass around her.

Seeing that there was no other strange movement in the stream in the distance, the girl slowly peeked out of her small head from behind the stone plate, and looked at the valley in front of her with wide eyes through the hidden grass and trees.

That cute appearance, like a frightened bunny.

Everything reflected in her eyes was still the same as when she first came, the grass and trees were deep, the stream flowed slowly around the shallows, and from time to time she brought some discarded things that did not belong to the mountains and forests, all of which were useless garbage that gradually drifted down the upper reaches of the mountains.

The girl blinked her big black and white eyes, walked gently to the water's edge, and was about to pick up a broken porcelain bottle from the stream and put it in a basket, and bring it back to the hut where she lived as before, when she suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object entering the water from above a small waterfall not far away.

"Poof!"

The dull sound was the same as the loud roar I had heard at first.

The girl clenched the jade flute in her hand, and there was some hesitation in her expression, but finally shook her little head and walked towards the stream upstream.

The deep bottom of the stream seems to have been abandoned by the light, and the absolute glimmer of sky above not only does not shine a ray of sunlight under the abyss, but even adds a touch of despair and crampedness to this lonely world.

Walking in such a secluded environment, the girl is like an orchid in the empty valley, blooming alone with her own fragrance.

Sometimes he used the jade flute to pull out the diagonal branches in front of him, and sometimes he encountered a place that was difficult to climb and climbed a stone plate, and after a full ten minutes, the girl who kept moving forward met the boy who was gradually sliding down the current.

Seeing such a pale boy lying in the cold stream, I am afraid that anyone will immediately think that this is an unlucky corpse that does not know when he died, snort secretly, and then shake his hand away from it.

But when the girl saw the paleness, there was a little surprise in her expression, as if she had discovered the fact that the boy was still alive at a glance.

Falling from such a high altitude, not only was her body unharmed, but even her clothes were not torn at all, this strange phenomenon made the girl a little surprised.

It was the first time she had encountered such a strange thing.

After a little contemplation, the girl finally decided to pull the boy in front of her to the shore first, she trotted to the edge of the stream, and gently lifted the jade flute in her hand, and without any force, she hooked the boy's body from the center of the current to the shore.

Then, the girl gently put down the jade flute and stone plate that she had been carrying all the year round in her hand, rolled up her sleeves, and stretched out two small hands to pull Mo Fan to the shore with difficulty.

Lying in the cold water, although Mo Fan's body can't move, but his spiritual sense is still as sensitive as usual, seeing such a delicate little girl under this weird and lonely abyss, Rao is he has always been quite bold, and at this time he also suspected the ghost story of the fox demon baby girl told by Elder Rabbit when he was a child.

The little girl in front of her couldn't be the old fox demon who had cultivated for thousands of years......

If someone had told him about this possibility before, he would have patted his chest and promised a hundred times that there would be no such long-lived old monsters in the world, but now, his perception of lifespan is completely different from the past.

After all, there is still an old dryad living in his black tower that has run out of origin and fallen into a coma.

Lived for more than 3,000 years, what is that concept......

Mo Fan couldn't help but think that in his perception of the human world in the past, the longest-lived cultivator who did not enter the world was to live to about a hundred years old, and then it was time to prepare to go west, the cultivators of the first realm were stronger than ordinary people, and they could live to one hundred and twenty years old on average, but it was not a particularly remarkable thing.

The monks of the Second Realm are even more powerful, and they can generally live to be one hundred and fifty years old, while the more powerful Three Realms can only live to be about two hundred years old, which is not an order of magnitude at all compared to the vicissitudes of three thousand years.

What he saw in the past few hours today had completely subverted Mo Fan's definition of longevity, so he wondered if this strange little girl would be the mysterious and cold fox demon group.

Legend has it that the women of the fox tribe are especially fond of cooking the hearts of human men......

Mo Fan's heart trembled for a moment, and then in the midst of this unknown fear, he saw the girl who pulled him ashore hesitate for a moment, and then reached out to his body with his little hand.

No, it won't come really...!

I think he Mo Fan has been wise since he was born, and he won't really sink in this kind of place today!

The boy wailed inwardly.

......

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Qi State Longxing for seven years.

Central Domain, Gangnam Province, Sword Pavilion.

Since the sinners' rebellion broke out a few days ago, the Sword Pavilion has been requisitioned hundreds of times in the public opinion of the Central Region, and all it revolves around is the question of why the Great Sword Pavilion can't take care of the sinners.

The decline of the Sword Pavilion has been in decline for a long time, perhaps it was the fall from the extreme prosperity to the extreme decline that suddenly occurred after the old pavilion master Bai Rixian left, or maybe it was some kind of hidden danger that had been buried earlier, in short, this credibility blow was very painful for the already shaky Sword Pavilion, which was enough to be called worse.

Under the snow and frost, there is a three-fold thatched attic house that has been blown away by the wind and rain in the sky.

This triple thatch is not the penmanship in Du's poems, it is the last layer of protection covering the hearts of every Sword Pavilion person.

Without this layer of protection, the air in the Sword Pavilion, which was already close to the Tianshan Mountains, became even colder.

The cool air is born in the bottom of the heart, and even the sword intent cannot be expelled.

What's more, the Sword Pavilion disciples no longer have a sword in their hearts.

On that day, 500 people broke into the pavilion, not only did they not see the pavilion protection array, but they didn't even see their original target, the nameless sword of the old pavilion master.

It is rumored that the plaque of the Sword Pavilion is the most famous sword.

When 500 people came down the plaque, they found that it was just a joke, a malicious joke.

It's even a big lie.

What are you kidding, as the nameless sword of the Supreme Treasure of the Central Domain, as a symbol of the old pavilion master who has been crushing an entire era, this sword is not in the Sword Pavilion?

Everyone doubted the 'abdication theory' and 'immortal death theory' of the Sword Pavilion.

No one doubted the old pavilion master's love for swords, people only doubted whether that person believed in the sword pavilion he had dedicated his whole life.

Otherwise, why would the people who passed the sword in the world take away their own swords when they were dying?

It was in this kind of public opinion that the Sword Pavilion gradually went into extreme decline.

On this day, a fifteen-year-old child walked to the silent attic with a string of sugar gourds.

In the past, the disciples who were practicing swords in front of the building were gone, and only the double swallows on the eaves of the pavilion were left, jokingly chirping the smoke of the past.

It's autumn, but there are spring swallows, which is quite strange.

The boy thought about it, took a bite of the sugar gourd, and found that on the long skewers, there was only a big hawthorn left, and there was not even a sugar edge.

When you bite into it, it's very sour.

He chewed on the hawthorn and shouted indistinctly: "The swallow building is empty, where is the beauty, the swallow in the empty lock building." ”

When he shouted a very charming word, it lost its taste.

There was only a faint scent of hawthorn floating in the air.

The boy took a puff and felt satisfied, for it was his breath.

In this Sword Pavilion, now only his breath is finally left.

Without that man's sword, no matter how good it is, even if there is, he has to think of a way to cut it for him.

What is the 'nameless sword', called the 'selling reputation and reputation sword', when everyone in the world regards the name of the sword as a treasure, he dares to give such a name, how maverick he looks, and the sword goes sideways.

When he thought of the words 'maverick, the sword goes sideways', the little boy laughed innocently, and felt that these eight words were very appropriate to describe the man.

Not only is his person maverick and independent, but his sword will only go sideways, and there is no trace of everyone's Taoism.

"That's why you'll be driven away by the world......"

The little boy sighed softly, looked at the general who was walking with him not far away, and suddenly laughed, and said, "Are you here to catch sinners?"

Wang Deyong, who came to the Sword Pavilion for the second time after the death of the old pavilion master immortal, also laughed, his neat teeth shining in the early sun, and said heavily: "So, do you think I want to arrest you?"

The little boy shook his head and said, "I think you should capture those five hundred fugitives." ”

"They don't deserve General Ben's shot. ”

"But they want to cross the Tianshan Mountains and go to the Eastern Regions. ”

The old general's eyes were rippling, but his voice was very flat, and he said, "The chaotic domain has its own chaotic ministers. ”