"Harm, is your father and I so unserious?" The old boss was righteous, and looking at his son's questioning eyes, he coughed twice, "Well, anyway, this is not a Spring Palace painting, if you can find me, I will take your uncle and ancestor out of the back mountain, and you will be the mountain guard." ”

The mountain guards who can be the guardians of the cold mountain must be the first and second people in martial arts, these people will not appear on the martial arts rankings, but they will stand up at the most dangerous moment in this sect, and they can often turn the tide.

The mountain keeper can keep the loneliness and the emptiness. It is required to fight against the mountain guards of the four major sects and get their mountain guard seals. However, there are exceptions, such as a sect that trusts your abilities very much, so you can directly be the guardian of that sect.

"Good!" The white-clothed young man under the locust tree replied with a smile, in his prime, peerless.

When the rooster of Hanshan crowed, the white-clothed young man who had squatted in the morning in Wenyuan Pavilion had already left.

At the foot of the cold mountain, there is a stone tablet with the word "cold mountain" written on it. The surrounding area is empty, followed by lush forests. The moon is still bright, the east has begun to turn red, and the dirt roads are smooth and free of potholes. A cool breeze blew through the tulle and dyed the six people at the foot of the mountain to say goodbye.

The eldest brother prepared the carriage and horses for him, the second sister kept stuffing gold, silver and jewelry, and the mother also cried and cried, but the father acted like a nobody.

"Huaitan, even if you enter the rivers and lakes today, be careful in everything. If you can't get used to it, don't force yourself to come out, and figure out the whole thing. Although the eldest brother is against him going out of the mountain, going out more can increase his experience, which is a good thing for him Huaitan.

"Big brother, it is the people of the rivers and lakes who draw a knife to help when the road is uneven, and you can't deter them by kneading and pinching. Little San, you let go of it, just do it, the Cold Mountain Qingfeng Sect is behind you, who dares to say that it is not? The second sister swore and patted her chest.

"Go about your business! What the junior does is his own business," the head patted the third son on the shoulder, "I take responsibility for what I do, we in Hanshan will not cover anyone." ”

Shen Dao's mother is a mute, the third wife of the head of the family, married the hero in her heart at the age of seventeen and gave birth to Shen Dao. His mother loved him, but there was one thing that his mother insisted on very much: "If you are not married, you will obey your father, if you are married, if you are married, you will obey your husband, and if your husband dies, you will obey your son." ”

So whenever the father is wrong, a few words that are not touching can abduct the mother, presumably when they first met, the father also abducted the mother.

Shen Dao looked ahead, his road ahead was the real rivers and lakes.

The white shadow in the morning mist walked with the wind, and the leaves were silent.

"Eh, junior, you haven't taken these things with you yet!" The second sister ran behind, but she couldn't catch up, this kid ran too fast.

She took out a bow and arrow, straightened her upper body and loosened the arrow, and just happened to shoot Shen Dao's clothes without hurting her skin. Speaking of which, I have to admire this second sister, the arrow is only half a millimeter away from the skin.

"Thank you, second sister." Shen Dao looked at the seal at the end of the arrow, which was the general seal of the shops under the Hanshan Gate, with this, as long as the Hanshan did not fall, it would not be endless to eat all over the world.

Xie Jiazhuang.

Every time midnight approaches, each family will lock the door, and some wealthy families even install more than two doors.

When the dawn breaks, some people rejoice, and some people mourn. As long as there is one more man in the girl's boudoir, that family will surely weep bitterly, not because of gratitude, but because of necessity.

On the cool ancient road, the young man in white was angry with flowers. He went against the east wind, enjoyed the sunset with the white horse, and when he encountered robbers on the road, he drew his sword to help, and he was obsessed with swordsmanship and did not know personnel. He has traveled along the way, and fame and honor have also ushered in together.