Light is always opposite to darkness, restraining each other. Often, darkness only brings fear and panic. So will the incomparable light bring warmth and comfort? Xu Yongzheng can give the answer at the moment, he only feels the bright light dazzling and a little irritable.

In front of me is a desolate desert, extremely bright.

The man was dressed in yellow, sitting cross-legged, sitting on a small mountain of sand dunes in the distance, Xu Yongzheng's eyes were so strong that he finally saw his form clearly, and he was an old man with gray hair.

"I didn't expect that the afterlife who came this time would be so barbaric and unreasonable? The old man looked angry and shouted, "Don't you kneel when you see your ancestor?"

When Xu Yongzheng heard the word ancestor, he was shocked to realize that the person in front of him was related to the portrait on the top of the pavilion, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar.

Seeing that Xu Yongzheng was silent for a long time, and he didn't express his words with gratitude, that person couldn't help but raise his voice again.

"When did the Mu family have such an unfilial descendant? Which house are you a descendant of, hurry up and sign up. ”

The majesty between the words was chilling.

Then the man was suspended in the air in an extremely unreasonable posture, three feet above the ground, then higher and higher, and then moved forward, and the distance between him and Xu Yongzheng became closer and closer.

Xu Yongzheng's pupils shrank, recalling what Mu Yingshu said and did that day, and quickly calmed down, this person's strength should be above Mu Yingshu, wouldn't it be simpler to float in the air? Xu Yongzheng also wanted to see what tricks that person would play.

"It seems that the concentration is still good, much better than the two unsuccessful guys who came before. ”

The old man was condescending, and he was only a little more than a foot away from Xu Yongzheng. Only then did Xu Yongzheng finally see the true face of the man. The man was already a white-headed old man, with white but not long eyebrows, and his demeanor was more majestic than the one painted on the wall. His eyes were weathered, as if he had already looked down on many life events before his death, and the heroism between his eyebrows also added a little more unknown trust to him.

"Are you deaf or dumb?" the old man asked again, a little mean.

"I'm not a Mu family. Xu Yongzheng replied.

Seeing that the person under him was neither humble nor arrogant, Mu Qingjian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he knew that Xu Yongzheng was holding the deceased, let him have a mentality, and he would probably be angry.

"Then you used external force to destroy this treasure scroll of jade, how different is this behavior from a robber. ”

"The juniors are just anxious, so the behavior is inappropriate, I hope the seniors will forgive me. Xu Yongzheng's words were still humble, but he didn't feel guilty.

Mu Qingjian opened his hand, widened his sleeves, and said solemnly: "Forgive me, there is no need, since you are not a member of the Mu family, then you have no fate with the Fa scroll, and kneel on the ground and kowtow three times before retreating! ”

"Knock three times? The seniors said and laughed, don't say knock three times," Xu Yongzheng's tone paused slightly, from laughter to solemnity, and continued, "I can't even kneel." The words of forgiveness are just polite, and the seniors don't take it to heart. Besides, I don't think there's much wrong with that. ”

"Hmph, it's really a hypocritical little slippery head!" Mu Qingjian smiled again, "Then what do you want, tell this ancestor to hear." ”

"What can you ask for when you come to this heaven ······and earth?

"Haha, sure enough, you kid is a greedy snake, in that case, you still kneel and report your name, and the ancestor will think about it again. ”

"Is it that when you die, you want to be admired and worshiped by future generations, or do you kneel too much during your lifetime and just want to find some comfort from your juniors?

"What a big breath, the strength is not good and vainly trying to covet the treasure, and there is such an unknown temper in the middle of life. Junior, this seat tells you that there is no name here, but the benefits are not available to you. And you, the treasure thief, should be punished. ”

Xu Yongzheng is not a child of the Mu family, so naturally there is no so-called blessing by him. This may be an excuse, but it is by no means a reason not to kneel. If Mu Qingjian in front of him can give enough benefits, or show proper attention to him. Xu Yongzheng didn't mind showing enough respect to achieve him and make his face glow. Mu Qingjian founded the Mu family with both hands, which was the giant of Donglin at that time. After his death, he left a huge foundation, and the Mu Mansion lasted for hundreds of years, during which the scenery was admired by the world. But even if Mu Qingzhi is like this, there is no possibility for Xu Yongzheng to kneel.

The swordsman swears an oath and is not to be deceived.

What's more, the person in front of him is just a divine soul, a mutilated divine soul.

Xu Yongzheng took a step forward and pointed and said: "I am a treasure stealer, so what are you? A name stealer or a soul stealer? Stealing the name of Mu Qingjian to publicize it, or do you plan to continue to steal the remnants of Mu Qingjian to nourish your soul." What kind of thing is a villain like you who hides his head and tail?"

Mu Qingjian's body flickered, not showing enough struggle and confusion, his eyes stared at the man in the lower place, and he asked puzzledly, "Who are you?

Mu Qingjian didn't show any panic when the lie was exposed, just because he had no fear, and the man in front of him had almost no possibility of posing a threat to him. It's just a weak hard bone. It's a little unstable to concentrate on thoughts, what threat can this kind of thought have?

"I'm just a passer-by with a bit of curiosity. ”

"Passers-by should be honest and don't ask for the reason, otherwise trouble will stick to you and make you regret it. ”

"I've never liked trouble, but it's always been with me. Furthermore, today, I don't think I'm going to have any trouble. ”

Xu Yongzheng's words seemed quite grand. The meaning of his words is naturally very obvious, he is not afraid of trouble, and today he can settle the trouble of Mu Qingjian.

"Hmph, then let it be small, the ancestor will see how many catties and taels you have. After Mu Qingjian finished speaking, he slowly landed. Finally put your feet on the yellow sand.

It was only now that his true face began to blur, as if he could not see through a layer of fog. Mu Qingjian was good at fists, so when his hands were clenched into fists, the air around him was clenched and solidified, and there was no wind and sand raised.

A punch, a simple punch, the wind and sand blew up again from the still, gently blowing Xu Yongzheng's cheeks, like a woman's caressing.

No one in the world today has really seen Mu Qingjian's fist, but if anyone sees his fist style so powerful, they can know that his strength is extraordinary, and then feel the danger on that fist, who dares to be kind to the present and the past?

Xu Yongzheng was not accustomed to the days without a sword in his hand, but in such a situation, how could he solve the dilemma without a sword in his hand? He was not flustered, remembering that he was pointing at the attic and pointing at the sword to draw out the sword qi, and now he is still pointing at the sword, fearless against the enemy.

The fist wind is violent, the yellow sand is lightly rolled, and the woman's touch has become the blacksmith's technique of pinching and beating the iron, and there is no tenderness at all.

Xu Yongzheng's fingertip sword aura flickered, and it was difficult to see with the naked eye, so he had to retreat while guarding.

There was no substantial collision, and there was not the slightest sound on the ground, Xu Yongzheng couldn't really make the sword qi move with his fingers and rise at will, so he could only defend himself on the defensive. Once, he was able to intercept the flow of passengers with a long sword. How to prevent the yellow sand now?

The answer, of course, is no.

Xu Yongzheng has retreated a few feet, and the body derived from the divine soul has also been damaged.

Because this is originally the world of yellow sand.

The yellow sand is in front, the yellow sand is behind, and he can't ignore the front and the back.

The yellow sand is on the left, the yellow sand is on the right, and he can't ignore the left and the right.

The yellow sand is on the ground, that is, it is as quiet as a snake sleeping in the territory.

The yellow sand began to have life, and the world of this sand is a snake looking for prey.

The snake began to breathe rhythmically.

What is inhaled is the cold sand, and what is exhaled is scorching greed.

There is a pinch of yellow sand in front of him, and there is a lot of yellow sand behind him.

The world of sand is so pure that there is nothing but sand. The wind cannot enter, the rain cannot enter, and neither the sun can shine on the earth.

So even if Xu Yongzheng's defensive position was tighter and the water did not leak, the clothes on his body began to slowly break, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wind or the friction of the sand.

It is difficult to sustain the defensive position, and the only way to do this is to replace defense with offense.

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Yongzheng's sword momentum was no longer conservative. The sword qi rose at will, and finally rose to more than three feet.

The yellow sand does not stop, like a yellow dragon rising, quickly rolling up. Xu Yongzheng slashed with a two-fingered sword, which was to scrape open a piece of dragon scales, but because of the fast speed of the yellow sand, he couldn't untie the second piece connected to it.

Xu Yongzheng's long sword didn't stop, but it didn't achieve much, his eyes finally tried to open slightly, only to find out how long this Yellow Dragon's body was! It could keep turning and circling to recover its body, Xu Yongzheng couldn't distinguish the place he had pierced before, so he naturally couldn't break through. The tornado continued, and Xu Yongzheng's shirt was finally left under the ravages of the yellow sand.

Xu Yongzheng and Mu Qingjian are obviously only a foot apart, and Xu Yongzheng has never been able to detect his figure, let alone talk about his face. Hearing no other sounds, in the vast world, a yellow dragon soared from the ground, as if it went straight to the sky, and only after breaking through this heaven and earth would it not stop.

When there is no continuation, it will be disturbed.

Xu Yongzheng didn't know when the Yellow Dragon would stop, so he had to make up his mind and stab the sword into the dragon body with a resolute and unrepentant attitude. But the yellow sand and the sword met, and the situation was not changed, and the sand rolled up and staggered on the long sword, as if the invisible sword would not stop until it was broken.

On that day, he practiced the realm of intercepting the river, that is, he put himself in the rapids of the river, stood on the riverbed, and the river began to overflow his neck. It took Xu Yongzheng three full days to finally sort out the relationship between the sword and the river. Instead of turning hostility into cooperation, or turning enemies into friends, the sword was born to cut, to cut blood, to cut and conquer enemies. The great flow of the river is not willing to be cut, so it cannot be subdued in this way. However, the ancients opened canals and dammed the raging rivers, and the conquest and guidance were fused together, and Xu Yongzheng used a sword to build a long causeway to cut off the big river and cut off the river, and the river was several feet high without flowing out.

Some things become very simple once you figure it out, Xu Yongzheng waved his sword and drew a circle, and he built a passage. The Yellow Dragon was magnificent, riding the wind and going straight into the sky, but it was difficult to cause much damage to Xu Yongzheng. If you can use a long sword to build an embankment, can you use a long sword to build a road? Xu Yongzheng did not think about the reason for this. He has always been clear-minded, and as soon as he thinks of this, he takes action, and the trail is completed. For him, with the sword in hand, things will be simple.

It is said to be a small road, but it is actually a round hole. The inner and outer heaven and earth are connected by this, the Yellow Dragon is raging, and the outside of the body is where the swordsman is, so where is the sacredness of the Yellow Dragon's body?

"Where did you get this artistic conception from?" the man's voice was a little surprised.