The clear sword light dissipated inch by inch.

Liwu, who was wearing a green shirt, was pale.

The green shirt fell, but the breath on his body fell again and again, but in the time when the sword was out once, it actually fell three times in a row, and finally almost fell under the gate of heaven.

And in front of him, the old man who had been crushing the rivers and lakes for several eras, and finally threw the world and the rivers and lakes out of his own world, lowered his eyes, his cuffs cracked inch by inch, and a sword mark almost spread from his arm to his shoulder, and the blood was suppressed before it gushed out, but there was still red blood left, falling on the snow.

Bloody.

Injured for the first time in 100 years.

Liwu reversed the long sword, staggered down the mountain road, suddenly held the long sword, coughed violently, coughed and bent over, the old man raised his eyes and looked at the thousands of miles of snow in Kunlun Mountain, and whispered:

"Huh...... It's a little cold. ”

Shaking the snow on his clothes, the old man walked down slowly, the original gray hair completely turned pure white this time, and none of them were black and gray, which was much colder than the snow in Kunlun.

The Kunlun Mountain people looked down at their arms, their expressions moved.

The sword mark is indestructible, even if it is him, this sword mark can no longer be healed, there is an aura above this river and lake, although there is only this sword, and the price is terrible, but it is indeed touched, he is extremely sure, in the past four thousand years, another person who has touched that realm.

On a hill far from here, sat a young swordsman dressed in white.

There was a handsome maid standing next to her, and the swordsman's clothes were very thin, just as white as snow, which made the maid who wanted to wash his clothes so angry that she gritted her teeth more than once.

The swordsman was wearing a thin white robe, and the maid was now wearing a white fox fur of a very fine texture, and others looked almost like a young lady with her own nursing home.

The maid shook her body and stomped her feet, feeling a little cold.

Qianshan Si, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly retracted his gaze and betrayed Tianshan, this way he tried his best, and Tianshan Jian, who had competed with many famous swordsmen, suddenly smiled bitterly, his face was full of chagrin, and the maid was startled.

Qianshan Si glanced at the maid with a puzzled face, and muttered with a wry smile:

"After seeing this sword, a meat patty smashed in the face."

"It's such a big favor, how can I give it back to him, I can't pay it back, how can I still ...... it?"

The maid frowned and thought for a while, and said, "If he doesn't answer, can't you return the son to someone close to him?" borrowed money to repay his son, and it was a good match. ”

Qianshan Si sighed, he had always been casual, even ignoring good and evil in the eyes of ordinary people, but now his face was full of grievances, and said: "Where is it so easy, after leaving Tianshan back then, you have a fight with Qingfeng Xie Gongyu, do you remember?" ”

The maid looked at the garbage in her eyes and said:

"It's clear that it's the son, you took the initiative to stir up trouble."

"After that, he deliberately shook the sword of the Tianshan Sword and taught the man and the woman in the cold autumn."

"It's hard to ......"

The maid realized what Qianshan Si meant.

Qianshan Si murmured: "Yes, it's him......"

The white-clothed swordsman staggered to his feet, patted the sword on his waist, and said with a smile.

"Come on, I have received this favor today, and he will be a big deal in the future, so I will exchange a sword for a sword."

The maid muttered:

"Childe, your sword isn't that valuable."

………………

The white-haired sword leader closed his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

There are not many martial artists in the world who can recognize the path of Ben Lei Boxing, and they can read out the names of every move and style of Ben Lei Boxing familiarly, except for the enemies who are eager to fight, but only their friends and teachers.

Ben Lei Fist once walked the rivers and lakes.

He suddenly had the urge to look up to the sky and howl, hide his face and cry and laugh.

There are sword leaders in the Tianshan Mountains.

Of course, he once put down the big words when he was a teenager, fighting a sword, fighting from east to west, and worshipping mountain after mountain, that was his time, there were Xuankong Dao people in the world who stepped into the grandmaster, and there was also a sword from the Tianshan Mountains from outside the sky, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes.

Until he fell into the siege of the world's top ten swordsmen for righteous indignation.

In order to save people, he ran for three thousand miles, but he did not expect that the most fatal wound that day was stabbed from the back, ruthless and resolute, and broke his right hand holding the sword.

Ben Lei came to help, that time only one person left the fight alive, the sword gate of the world was almost broken, and he broke an arm and a leg, the ambition was not there, the sword behind pierced his right arm, and also made his heart completely cold, no happiness, no enmity.

The rivers and lakes of the sword have been silent on the Tianshan Mountains for more than 20 years.

Tianshan Jiankui seemed to cry and laugh.

"In the end, you still have a kind of ...... Leave the martial arts. ”

An astonishing sharp aura erupted from the side.

Xie Shan's eyes widened unconsciously, and the three foolish swords behind him hissed like a dragon in the scabbard, sharp, sword qi, shattering the frost and snow in a radius of several miles into powder, and finally leaving them surrounded by white smoke.

The white-haired Su Gu had already left with Ah Ping.

Liwu slowly walked down the road to heaven in Kunlun Ruins.

Dongfang Ximing, who was taken by him all the way to walk on the rivers and lakes, also realized what was going on at this time, his eyes were red, he laughed out loud, slapped his right hand on the girl's head, squeezed his eyebrows and said:

"Is that thunder just now still pretty?"

Dongfang Ximing wiped his eyes and nodded heavily.

"Beautiful!"

Taishang took Zhang Tingyun by the hand, looked at Liwu, opened his mouth, and said:

"What are you going to do next?"

Li Wu casually lifted the two swords in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's hard for that old boy to be so generous this time, lend me two swords, and then go to return the sword to him, see if he is pleasing to the eye, and then finally have a drink with him." ”

Taishang nodded, did not speak again, watched his junior brother who took in the apprentice on behalf of the teacher lead Dongfang Ximing away, he held Zhang Tingyun with his palm, the little girl pursed her lips, looked at the back of Liwu, seemed to be a little curious, hooked her fingers, and imitated the sword just now.

The shape was scattered, and the divine sense could not be grasped.

Leaving Wu to walk forward, he finally touched the wine jug he always carried around his waist, took a sip of wine, threw his hand, and the wine jug broke through the air and fell into the snowdrift next to the Tianshan Jiankui.

Liwu's white hair and white beard were like thunder, looking at the sky, and murmuring in his heart:

"I shook the sky with spring thunder, but I want to see how many shoots there can be in the coming year."

"Oh, the rivers and lakes, ......"

Qingfeng solves the problem.

In this faintly possessed world's first sword gate in the holy land of rivers and lakes, the mountains are like long swords rising from the ground, and they are all very beautiful, and there is also a spiritual rhyme, one of the mountains is facing the Wanjian Peak, and the top and bottom of the Wanjian Peak hides the famous swords and good swords used by the sword heroes and sword immortals for hundreds of years, among which there is no lack of sword intent soaring to the sky, and the hidden sword of the divine soldier is close to the gods.

If ordinary people in the rivers and lakes get a sword, it is not inferior to a swordsmanship inheritance that spans the rivers and lakes, but the famous swords all have spirituality, and the vision is very picky, and there are not many swordsmen who have been sent out in the past few hundred years, but there are constantly famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes who send the swords over when they are dying, so that there are more hidden swords in Wanjian Peak.

On the top of the mountain facing Wanjian Peak, there stood a very graceful woman, holding a sword in her right hand, with a flying phoenix on the sword, and in front of her, a woman dressed in white sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, dressed in white like frost and snow, her black hair was only tied up with a pine hairpin, and the rest hung on her back like a waterfall.

A wooden sword rests on his lap.

After a long time, the woman in white sighed softly.

Such a beauty sighed softly, almost silently, but in the ears of the woman behind her who was in charge of the Divine Soldier Flying Phoenix and stepped into the Grandmaster's Qingfeng Liberation Sect, it was like a thunderbolt.

The woman in white stood up.

The sound of the sword roar sounded on the opposite Wanjian Peak, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, in the past three hundred years, the famous sword that had been in the rivers and lakes flew out on its own, and in the distance in the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate, the disciple's sword also rose to the sky, and the sword qi and sword intent sword momentum crisscrossed the air, orderly in chaos, enveloping the entire heaven and earth.

Immediately turned into an indescribable, inexplicable charm, slashing the ground.

The woman in white whispered:

"I see."

Turning around.

The first village in the world of Daqin.

The old man, who was known as the first fierce master in the world, looked at Kunlun's direction silently, and the deputy owner of the realm behind him who was at the grandmaster level was silent.

For a long time, the owner of the first village in the world sighed and said:

"What a thunderclap."

An old man next to him said softly: "Owner, do you want to write a biography of the Liwu to spread the rivers and lakes?" ”

The owner of the first village in the world retracted his gaze, shook his head, and said, "No need." ”

The first village in the world has the responsibility of ranking the names and status of the world's masters of the rivers and lakes, as well as the style of selecting a master of the rivers and lakes at the peak of the first war, the old man asked, but he didn't expect the owner to veto, and he was slightly stunned.

The rivers and lakes of this day are destined to be firmly remembered.

On this day, the Grand Elder Murong Qingxue was closed to death after five years of being out of the customs.

On this day, the owner of the first village in the world abdicated.

The master of the Shaozhuang heard that Feng had joined the grandmaster and held power.

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man who has been imprisoned for a hundred years stood from the day to the sunset, and then to the sunrise, and finally looked up to the sky and sighed, and the thunder sound was born in the muscles and bones, and the momentum that bloomed in an instant was strong and domineering, not inferior to the scorching sun in the sky, he glanced at the Kunlun Ruins, laughed three times, and went down with a shocking sword mark.

I'll go down to Kunlun.

The East China Sea is rolling, Miao Zhiqiao and others are not far from Penglai Island, and they temporarily docked next to a relatively large island, on the one hand, they have to put down the seafood catch on the boat, and on the other hand, they also have to replenish some melons, fruits and vegetables, as well as fresh water.

People on the sea know that drinking seawater will only become more and more bitter, and fresh water is sometimes more valuable than gold, and the price in the past was fair, but I don't know how it is today, it seems to be three points more expensive than the price in ordinary times, Miao Zhiqiao was so angry that she quarreled loudly with the man, and she was about to do it.

Wang Anfeng walked aimlessly on the island, he often walked in the Central Plains, he had not been to the sea much, he had seen the lake, he had seen the river, the scenery on the sea still felt fresh, and it was good to take this opportunity to see more.

In a few days, I'm afraid there will be no such opportunity.

walked around the island, and then found a restaurant recommended by Miao Zhiqiao to settle down, the cook in the restaurant was a man with a big waist and a round waist, a little old, and his movements and hands and feet were still sharp, and he wiped a table for Wang Anfeng.

Then it was quickly fried, Wang Anfeng saw that there was a man in his thirties who was stirring the spoon, and his cooking skills were already very proficient, but he was just doing it, when the old man was serving, he noticed Wang Anfeng's gaze, and took the initiative to greet him:

"Is it the first time the guest has come?"

Wang Anfeng nodded and said, "Can the old man see it?" ”

The old man smiled: "I'm old, where do I have such a good memory, but most of the people who come to eat here know that my son is here to help is not as curious as the guests." ”

"It's not that he can't cook, it's just, on the one hand, I still think about whether I can do it for a few more years, and block those difficult guests for him, alas, the sea is windy and waves, and most of the guests' tempers are relatively horizontal, so take advantage of the fact that he can cook, block him, and block it for a few years, and let him practice his skills again."

"Come on, it's also my own selfishness."

Wang Anfeng said: "Selfishness? ”

The old man put the dish in his hand in front of Wang Anfeng, made a fish, touched his head, and said with a smile: "Yes, selfish, this dish has been made for a lifetime, and it must be done when the taste of my own dish is not good, and when the time comes, I will happily use all my cooking skills." ”

"After that, it's time for the next generation."

"I'll give him my shop."

Wang Anfeng's heart was touched, and the thirty-year-old cook came out, grunted and dragged the old man back, and after a while, he sent out a small jar of wine, put it on the table for Wang Anfeng, and said:

"My dad is a little chattering when he's old, don't be weird about the guests."

"Your first time, try our ......"

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and took a sip, slightly surprised, and said:

"This wine ......"

The cook smiled a little proudly: "This wine is our coconut wine here, it is made from coconut, and there is no place next to it, even if it is transported over, the taste is not good, so it is just like this, but this wine is not a valuable thing, but the raw materials cannot be transported, and it is very cheap." ”

Wang Anfeng looked at the wine and suddenly said, "Do you still have a full vintage in the store?" ”

The cook was stunned for a moment, didn't react for a while, and said:

"Vintage?"

Wang Anfeng exhaled and said with a smile: "Well, yes, the year is sufficient, I plan to buy some back." ”

"After all, the old man in my family, when he is older, still likes to drink the most."

The cook suddenly realized and said with a smile:

"It turned out to be for the elders, that is, man, that one who is not good at drinking?"

"Just this coconut wine, I can't actually drink any taste for a year."

Wang Anfeng still stubbornly shook his head and said:

"My old man liked to drink when he was young, but he always took care of me at that time, and there was no good wine at home, so he could only drink the wine from the village, which smelled muddy, and there was only this one, and he drank it for many years."

"I thought I'd get him more good wine to eat in the future."

"Isn't this coming out? With this plan, it would be good to be better. ”

The cook sighed and said, "That's right." ”

"Little brother, wait, I'll look for you later, you eat first, eat first, or the food will be cold, and it won't taste good if it's cold."

The cook hurried back.

Wang Anfeng looked at the somewhat viscous liquor, and counted in his heart, this way, from Jiangnan, to the border pass, then the Western Regions, and the northern Xinjiang, the wine has also been saved a lot, and it is enough to drink from the uncle for a long time, thinking about the appearance of the uncle when he saw these wines, Wang Anfeng's eyebrows softened, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"I'm going to love it......"

"If you like it, in the future, I'll find you a drink to drink, and I'll keep looking for it."

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