Above the clear sky and clear clouds, there is a water dragon that crosses thousands of miles.

Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow.

Everywhere he passed, the sword intent was like the wind in the sky.

……

……

Jianzhou and Zizhou have now become the defense line of the confrontation between the Tiance Army and the Forbidden Army, and neither side can completely gain control, but Li Zheng is still there, and there is a small village under Luofeng Mountain.

Most of the dead soldiers of the Mo family are lurking in the village.

This is also the reason why Li Ruyu would rather sleep in the wild than go to the village.

The ghost knows if he will fight with the Mo family's dead soldiers first.

Love the house and Wu, An Lihua also doesn't like the dead of the Mo family, but she has been very close to Li Ruyu in the past few days, and the relationship between the two has become much more familiar.

An Rika always calls herself a sister.

Li Ruyu was also happy to accept it, and after some contact, she found that this woman was indeed a very good girl.

Well, young woman.

Whether in terms of style or behavior, it is a young woman's style.

This is not surprising to Li Ruyu.

An Lihua, a female general of the Northern Barbarians, has not married so far, but since she is Zhao Sa's daughter-in-law, and Zhao Sa is a stranger, then An Lihua must also be a stranger.

Zhao Sa's son, An Lihua's husband seems to be called Xue Dingshan.

I don't know what kind of heroic character he is.

An Lihua was still sitting on the tree, swinging her legs, not minding that she would walk away in the slightest—after autumn, she wore underwear under her skirt, and she couldn't walk bare.

Li Ruyu stood under the tree.

When the two of them saw the vision on the top of the mountain, they were both shocked when they heard the sound of Huang Zhong Dalu.

Instant joy.

Ink Juxia admits he's wrong?

Doesn't this mean that the Mo family, the moment, was completely persuaded by himself with the truth of the alien in his body?

Autumn is lazy.

In the small village, Nie Zheng, who had been wearing a cloak, sat quietly under the fence.

The sun lazily hit Nie Zheng, but it still couldn't dissolve the dead momentum on his body.

There is not a trace of life.

Anyone who sees Nie Zheng will not believe that this is still a living person.

But he was indeed a living man.

Vivid.

There are also feelings.

At this moment, the pair of extraordinarily cold people had empty eyes, silently looking at the distance under the fence.

I can't see it, I can hear it.

The sound of water is heard.

So Nie Zheng's heart warmed slightly.

Not far from the fence, there was a small wooden table, on which was placed a basin of warm water, and under the table were placed two small wooden barrels, one was hot and the other was cold in autumn.

Ji Yue was dressed in a skirt and bent over the table.

Her hair was covered with green silk in the warm water basin on the table, humming an unknown little song in her mouth, rubbing her hair in the basin briskly, and the sun hit her.

Extra warm.

Just like a young couple, they live a small life without quarrel in their own yard.

Ji Yue, who didn't wear a cloak and didn't hold an umbrella, was indeed beautiful.

Soft beauty.

Long hair and green silk, proud chest, long legs and thin waist, but wide hips, is really a wonderful person.

It's a pity that Nie Zheng can't see it.

But he knew that Ji Yue was beautiful.

Even if Ji Yue is the ugliest woman in the world, in Nie Zheng's eyes, Ji Yue is also the first beauty in the world.

In the uproar, after Ji Yue washed her long hair, she picked up the handkerchief again, walked to another chair next to Nie Zhen and sat down, wiping her wet long hair, and said: "If you don't guess wrong, this time to kill the moment, probably because the empress and the black-clothed literati have joined forces." ”

Nie Zhen was silent.

Ji Yue knew that Nie Zhen could barely speak, and she also liked this way of getting along.

Say it yourself, he listens.

That's good.

So he said softly: "Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting, plus you, it is said that you should be sixty percent sure of killing the ink giant, but I don't know Li Ruyu's attitude and position." ”

"Although Li Ruyu is the sword of the empress, judging by his actions this time, it seems that he is not willing to kill the moment."

"Therefore, if Li Ruyu is on the side of Mo Juxia, the certainty of success is only fifty percent, after all, Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting have to divide one person to deal with Li Ruyu."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, "No, it's only thirty percent." ”

In recent days, a woman dressed as a young woman has appeared near Luofeng Mountain, looking at the Xiurong knife on her waist, it seems that it is the most unlikely to appear in Daliang An Lihua, the Northern Barbarian female general.

And she and Li Ruyu are very close.

Nie Zheng still listened quietly.

Ji Yue sighed, "Although there are many dead soldiers in the Mo family, there are almost no people who can really carry the big ding, and it is okay to clean up the mess, and it is almost negligible to use it to kill the moment, but it's a pity that Xu is weak." ”

Xu Weak's sword is really not bad.

Ji Yue suddenly laughed: "But it doesn't matter, the real killer move is not you, Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting, but Li Pingyang and Chai Shao, as well as the empress's backhand." ”

But what the empress's backhand is, Ji Yue really can't guess.

However, Nie Zheng knew.

He suddenly looked up and looked to the east.

Thousands of miles away in the East China Sea, Nie Zheng's invisible, empty eyes, but he saw a brilliant light.

Someone came out with a sword.

Thousands of mountains and rivers come from the East China Sea.

Ji Yue had a heart in her heart, and suddenly said: "Sword Demon Dugu? ”

If there are still people in the world who can kill the saint by themselves, except for the master who is nowhere to be seen, there is probably only Dugu in the East China Sea Sword Demon City.

Dugu has been in his life, and the sword has not been defeated.

Nie Zheng still didn't speak.

Ji Yue's long hair was half-dry, so she draped it on her shoulders so casually, stretched out a hand, and gently landed on Nie Zheng's lap, and said softly: "After killing Juzi, I am the only giant son of the Mo family, but my father is still in Shu, and we still have to be constrained by the black-clothed literati." ”

Nie Zheng, who was lifeless, suddenly twitched on his terrifying face.

The long sword at his waist suddenly roared.

Ji Yue shook her head with a tender expression, "Although your sword path is likely not to lose to the sword demon Dugu, but the black-clothed literati is unfathomable, and no one knows how many masters he still has, unless it is absolutely necessary, I can't let you go to Shuzhong to take this risk." ”

After a pause, "We want to live, live well." ”

Immediately grabbed Nie Zheng's hand gently: "Family." ”

Nie Zheng shuddered slightly.

When he was just an ordinary person in Da Liang, in the Battle of Goldfish Mountain more than ten years ago, when Ji Yue saved himself from the cruel soldiers in Dali, he was destined for this life.

Live for her.

Even if he becomes a swordsman Nie Zheng, he only lives for her.

Ji Yue and Nie Zheng looked up at the top of Luofeng Mountain behind the village almost at the same time, where the wind was surging, the sun was shining all over the sky, and the birds were flocking there, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The moment is out of customs.

Immediately, it was Huang Zhongdalu's voice: "I was wrong! ”

Ji Yue's face changed: "Out of the sword!" ”

Can't let Mo Juxia say more, otherwise, with the eloquence of the Mo family, it is really possible to persuade all the dead soldiers of the Mo family, and in this way, all his plans will be aborted.

Boom!

There was a crisp sound between heaven and earth, and Nie Zheng got up.

When he got up, the sword was unsheathed.

When the sword is unsheathed, it gives birth to a white rainbow.

Rise under the fence at the foot of the mountain and fall on the top of the mountain.

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At the entrance of the village, there is also a small house with a backyard of three rooms.

There are two people sitting here.

Wang Mantis, who is extremely thin and makes people feel that a gust of wind can blow it away, wears a short placket, and is the same as the villagers in the market, but the only difference from the villagers in the market is the hands of the king mantis.

Those hands were extremely clean.

But he didn't leave his nails.

The nails are very strangely trimmed, slightly sharp, and at first glance, the nails on the ten fingers are actually the same as the claws of the animal, which is really a bit unreasonable for a boxing master.

Such nails are not suitable for fists at all.

Wang Mantis is also not good at words.

Since coming to Luofeng Mountain, he has said no more than five sentences.

But Chen Yuting, who lived with him, knew that this taciturn Wang Mantis, who was once considered a ghost fetus, was really a boxing master, and it was likely to be a pioneer grandmaster.

Chen Yuting was born in a wealthy family, and it was convenient to hurry on the way here, so he changed to wear a short shirt.

I've been wearing a caftan back for the past few days.

It's not a Confucian shirt.

is the kind of caftan worn by ordinary rich people, coupled with excellent self-cultivation, Chen Yuting is less like a boxing master than Wang Mantis, but more like a rich man who walks the rivers and lakes.

But Wang Mantis also knows that Chen Yuting is indeed a boxing master.

Moreover, he is also the grandmaster of the founding faction.

Both have one thing in common: both hands are exceptionally clean.

Clean hands, full of calluses.

The difference is that Chen Yuting's hands are so clean that they are featureless, they are just clean, and their nails are cut to fit the flesh, which is extremely convenient for making fists.

Obviously, Chen Yuting and Wang Mantis's boxing are very different.

The two sat in the yard basking in the sun.

One drink tea.

One drinks.

Tea is drunk by Chen Yuting, pampered since childhood, this rich child more or less prefers the classical and elegant tea ceremony, self-cultivation is also, this is also the bearing that a soldier should have.

And Wang Mantis was born in the countryside and has a notoriety of a ghost fetus, so he likes things in the cup.

Wine can numb people's hearts.

But no matter how good the wine is, no matter how strong the wine is, it can't paralyze the enthusiasm in Wang Mantis's heart, he wants to carry forward his boxing in the cool world and start a sect.

This requires money.

It also needs the approval of the government, otherwise even if the sect is established, the government will not allow it, and it will be wiped out in minutes.

Therefore, when the Qinglong Society of the black-clothed literati found him, he asked him to come to Luofeng Mountain to kill a person, and the conditions given were Wanguan Huizi, who had already established various favorable conditions in Jinguan City.

Wang Mantis agreed without hesitation.

Despite knowing that this man would be difficult to kill, and that he might die himself, the king mantis came.

He was reluctant to let his boxing pass down through books.

He wants to see his fist come to glory in the cool world.

This is the greatest happiness of a boxer.

Chen Yuting took a sip of tea, glanced at Wang Mantis, who was drinking, and suddenly laughed: "It's too late to regret it now, after all, the one on the top of the mountain is the saint you and I both know." ”

The king mantis drank and was silent.

Chen Yuting didn't mind, it would be strange if Wang Mantis could easily speak.

"If you die again, you'll have nothing left." ”

Again.

Wang Mantis raised his head, glanced at Chen Yuting, poured a sip of strong wine, spit out a mouthful of wine, thought about it, and decided to say: "It doesn't matter if you die once, you don't have to be afraid to die again." ”

Again.

Chen Yuting smiled, picked up the teacup, and replaced the wine with tea. "I didn't want to see each other back then, but today we are side by side, which is also fate, this cup, respect you, respect me, respect this world."

Drink it all.

Thanks to the cool and cool world, so that Chen Yuting has a chance to start over and a chance to go to glory.

No matter how slim this opportunity is, I, Chen Yuting, am willing to chase it.

No matter how much you die.

Wang Mantis was moved, and he also drank the wine in the cup.

The two of them suddenly looked at the top of the mountain opposite at the same time, but when they saw the wind and clouds surging on the top of the mountain, the glow was shining, and there was a vision of a flock of white birds, they immediately heard the sound of the yellow bell Dalu.

Then a white rainbow rises up the mountain and descends on the top of the mountain.

Chen Yuting put down the teacup in his hand and got up.

Wang Mantis also got up.

He did not set off immediately, but went under the fence, and slowly rubbed his hands, especially between his fingernails, in the clear water that had been prepared for a long time, and washed them very delicately.

Chen Yuting watched quietly from the side.

After a moment, Wang Mantis straightened up and wiped his hands clean.

At the door, a Taoist priest suddenly appeared, wearing a blue Taoist robe, thin and slender, with a bit of Taoist immortal style, and said softly: "Two please." ”

Chen Yuting and Wang Mantis saw this Taoist priest appear, and their hearts were clear.

The two glanced at each other and sympathized with each other.

Suddenly bowed his hand.

"Laoshan Wang Lang."

It still sounds like a king mantis.

"Chen Jiagou Chen Yuting."

It still sounds like Chen Yuting.

But they know each other that Wang Mantis is Wang Lang and Chen Yuting is Chen Yuting.

That's enough.

The Taoist priest at the door smiled, and gently flicked his hands, and there was a clear breeze, and a clear light rose, rising to the clouds, so that the heavenly dome that was about to roll and thunder suddenly cleared up.

Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting saluted the Taoist at the same time: "There is Lao Landao. ”

The Taoist smiled.

"It's okay, wait but do your best, the general trend of the world, it's not you and I can control it, but it's enough to ask for a clear conscience."

Taoists do not go up the mountain.

He came here just to cover up the heavens for the two strangers, Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting—he didn't care about anything else.

After all, in terms of Taoism, he is not as good as Zuo Ci and the sage master in the north, nor is he as good as the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

But it's still not difficult to shield the sky.

The Taoist priest surnamed Lan looked at the backs of the two of them, and couldn't help sighing, there are many heroes in the cool world, but unfortunately they will be blown away by the rain and wind after all, this world, after all, there are still some people who are overcrowded.

I didn't want to enter the court in Shuzhong.

It's a pity that the senior brother was finally pinched by the black-clothed literati, and for the sake of the more than 100 Taoist temples of all sizes in Qingcheng Mountain, he could only go out of the mountain.

Senior brother is also helpless.

First, let Fang Liunian become the command of the black-clothed literati and take charge of the Blue Dragon Society.

Later, he asked Gongsun to stop the water and go down the mountain.

In Guanzhong, he cultivated with his senior brother and asked for immortality.

But now even he has gone down the mountain.

However, he only wanted to continue his cultivation in Qingcheng.

One day in the future, I will be able to meet the clever Wen Chenggong, meet the black-clothed prime minister, and ask these two people, this will be considered a complete life.

Pursuing the avenue in Daliang?

The Taoist priest surnamed Lan didn't dare to have extravagant hopes, even a Taoist master like Senior Brother who did not lose to Longhu Mountain and Zhang, and he didn't know where the Taoist Avenue in the cool world was, let alone himself?

The Taoist priest surnamed Lan sighed, so, let's look at the situation today.

Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting worship the Taoist priest surnamed Lan.

Out.

Mountaineering.

One is thin and thin, like a praying mantis, and its edge is fully displayed.

One is warm, the breath is restrained, the dark avenue is blended, and it blends between heaven and earth.

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