The land of Sichuan and Shu, Qionglai Mountain, a thin layer of rain and mist, for the eyes plated with a layer of hazy gray, into the ears in addition to the sound of the rain dripping into the river, there is only the sound of the breeze blowing the rustle of the trees on both sides of the river, away from the geographical location of the township population, so that the landscape of the Minjiang River appears more and more beautiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A delicate flower boat floated slowly along the south foot of the Minjiang River in front of the river, two faces like crown jade, handsome and delicate young men stood quietly at the bow of the boat, among which the person standing on the left side was wearing a dark brocade robe embroidered with a hundred birds and a phoenix pattern, gold wire trim and jasper pendant, all of which showed the wealth and beauty, and the sandalwood folding fan in the palm of the hand was gently patted, a posture of a turbid Shijia son.

And the person standing on the right side, although there is nothing else on his body except a plain robe, and even his hair is not tied up with green silk, but he is just casually draped behind him, but the delicate and exquisite workmanship of the robe obviously has a valueless and uninhibited posture, which is very similar to those young people who are rebellious and rebellious.

Who would have imagined that this was one of the most dangerous battlefields in the world, and that under the tranquility and beauty was a deadly murder that would make people irreversible.

"Hehe, it looks like there are visitors again, Minghe, you have to be prepared, lest people say that my Qingcheng etiquette is not good."

The young man in a plain robe said with a smile, and the person wearing a luxurious dark brocade robe on the left side also nodded slowly, shook his left hand slightly, and unfolded the folding fan in his hand: "Yes, since they have worked tirelessly and kept coming from thousands of miles away, then it is too much to say that we, as hosts, are not good at hosting banquets." ”

Before the words fell, the two sons, who originally seemed to be powerless, immediately appeared with a huge momentum as dignified as a mountain.

Suddenly, the Daodao River is pouring out from the fan, across the air to the clouds rolled up, the Taoist thousands of feet high peaks also appeared out of thin air, the Qingcheng landscape in mid-air completely displayed, under the staggered cover, it is not clear whether the scenery in front of you is the scenery of the Minjiang River at the southern foothills, or the folding fan in the hands of the young man in the brocade robe.

These two people are the teachers of the Qingcheng faction who teach the dwarf Zhu Mei, Tiandu Minghe two, although they are not biological brothers, but the friendship between each other is much better than any brother, since entering the Tao, it can be said that it has always been Jiao not separated from Meng, Meng is not defocused, and has never been separated in the past thousand years, even if the hidden cultivation has chosen the same place, but the learning and personality of these two people are diametrically opposed.

Among them, Tiandu specializes in Qingcheng swordsmanship, and his attainments in swordsmanship are not much worse than even those of Bliss Zhenren, except for one person and one sword, but it is somewhat similar to Situ Jianying, the former head of the Seven Sons of the Cloud in the Emei faction.

And Minghe is diametrically opposed, the Dan Dao formation is omnipotent, the refining Dao talisman is omnipresent, all the Taoist scriptures in Qingcheng are all familiar with the chest, and all kinds of magic weapons are also emerging, it can be said that it is the cloud in the Shushan world, and the folding fan in his hand at this moment is the Qingcheng landscape fan made of imitation of the ancient treasure mountain and river fan.

Although this Qingcheng landscape fan cannot be compared with the real ancient treasures such as the Taixu Treasure Mirror in terms of quality, but the mana of Minghe Zhenren's almost heavenly fairy realm is placed there, even if it is a magic weapon like the black dog nail, which is indiscriminate, it is far more powerful than the Ziying Sword in Li Qiongying's hand, not to mention that at this moment, they are facing a demon monk who does not have any decent magic weapon at all.

When the mountains were pressed down under the imprint of the rivers, the gray mountains and rivers immediately bloomed with bright blood, and the pale Taoist robes of the disciples of the Eastern Demon Sect were as pale as mourning clothes, and they were already covered with a little blood, and the whole person seemed to have been smashed into every bone, and fell from the sky softly.

And in the eyes of Tiandu Zhenren's original smile, there was a sudden exudation of some killing intent as sharp as a blade, and with the point of his left hand, a blue sword light shot straight into the sky, and as the cloud and mist qi was completely split, a figure in a pale yellow robe was exposed.

This person is Wei Cheng, the ghoul in the Five Directions Ghost Envoy, under the seat of Shang Heyang of the Eastern Demon Sect, he didn't think that the two sons and brothers who took the flower boat to cruise the Minjiang River might be people who cultivated and refined qi, and they didn't take them as the same thing at all, so the few disciples who accompanied him were shocked by the Qingcheng landscape of Minghe Zhenren on the spot, and although he barely escaped with the ghoul escape technique, but this sword of Tiandu Zhenren could not be avoided no matter what.

Although this flying sword Qingming is not considered a treasure of Tianfu, nor is it an ancient treasure, but it is more than a step higher than the flying swords such as the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword and the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword.

"Hey, how can the world be full of these people who are in a hurry to think, it's really sad and lamentable."

When Minghe Zhenren's words came out, he dusted off the sleeves of his robes, and the corpses of several demon monks were swept into it by the Dao River flowing in mid-air before they could fall into the river, and the gradually broken peaks were shattered together, and finally completely dissipated like a phantom fantasy, leaving no trace, the landscape of the southern foot of the Minjiang River has returned to the previous tranquility, and it seems that the process of destroying the corpse and destroying the traces is very comfortable.

However, what they didn't find was that when the ghoul Wei Cheng and these demon monks were caught in it, a drop of blood quietly seeped into the Min River along the criss-crossed void landscape..................

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