The late autumn wind gently stirred the fiery red maple leaves, and the red leaves fluttered in the air with the red robe of the wind..... Looking at this scene, I was confused and confused. www.biquge.info After a few Zen sounds, Ming Feng laughed and asked, "Ha~ You said that everyone comes to Xuanzhen, and your senior brothers will preach and persuade them..... Why didn't you say a word all the way I went all the way? ”

"The seniors laughed, if the juniors can discuss with you, then the juniors shouldn't be guarding the mountain here....." Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest saluted towards Ming Feng and continued: "Seniors, please!"

"Haha......." After Ming Feng let out two inexplicable laughs, he continued to follow the old Taoist priest and continued to walk forward.

The valley has turned a few times, and a few springs have passed, and a few autumn ...... Suddenly, a whole cold wind blew over the pavement, and when I looked up, it was already a scene of ice and snow. Then the old Taoist priest saluted Ming Feng and said, "Then the junior will retire.....

With the departure of the old Taoist priest, Ming Feng looked seriously at the towering snow-capped mountain in front of him...... I don't know why, why every time I make a choice in Naruto's life, it's always ice and snow......

"Ha~" After a chuckle, Naruto slowly walked towards the top of the mountain. He would stop for a moment every few steps, and he seemed to see his friend Qianyunlong, the swordsman, who also looked back after walking a few steps..... But what can't be kept, can never be kept, no matter how many times a person looks back, he will always turn back and walk forward.

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In the "Winter Snow" realm, at the end of the snow, on the edge of the cliff, where Gu Xuan was sitting. It's just that this Taoist priest is no longer domineering in the past, and now Gu Xuan's face is full of wrinkles, and his white hair can't tell whether it is snow-dyed or time-dyed...... This former Taoist priest who was full of pride, he is old. He sat on the edge of the cliff, holding a blank book in his hand, he kept writing something on the book, and when he looked closely, he didn't hold a pen, but with the stroke of his fingers, the blank book was full of words.

"Squeak, squeak..."As a sound of footsteps came into Gu Xuan's ears, the sound of the wind had already come to the Taoist priest's side. But the old Taoist priest didn't look up, he just paused slightly, and then began to write quickly in the book again.

It seemed that Ming Feng was not in a hurry, only to see Ming Feng standing gently beside Gu Xuan and looking down at the handwriting on the book. The two of them, neither of them spoke, neither of them bothered each other, one wrote a book, the other watched, like a pair of old friends who had forgotten their years....... Yes, they are friends, though only once and again.

"Huh~~Huh~~Huh~~~" In the cold wind whistling, the Taoist priest finally filled the blank writing, he gently swept away the snowflakes on the book, looked up at Mingfeng and asked: "The book is written about your life, a legendary and bitter life, what do you say to call it?"

Speaking of this, the Taoist priest laughed twice and continued: "Haha, it's because my memory is too bad, I heard that you used a new name a few years ago, why don't you call it the Legend of the Tiger?"

Ming Feng didn't answer, he gently took the book from Gu Xuan's hand, and then his fingers lightly drew two words on the book that said himself, and then said, "Let's call it "The Legend of Canglan". ”

"Oh, why?" Gu Xuan asked, reaching out to pat the snow off Ming Feng's body, and Ming Feng didn't dodge.... It's like a pair of friends.

Ming Feng put the book in his arms, and then stretched his hand towards Gu Xuan's hair, but unfortunately after a few strokes, the snow-white hair was still snow-white, and then Ming Feng spoke: "In the first half of my life, I came from the stream, and the stream finally flowed into the Canglan River.... In the second half of my body, I returned alive from the Canglan River, and everything started from the Canglan River, so it will be called "The Legend of Canglan......... It's a pity that you're really old. ”

"Okay, good, good, it's called Canglan Chuan!" it seemed that Gu Xuan was very satisfied with Ming Feng, and then yelled a few times. Then, Gu Xuan took a few steps with his old body in his arms, and then lowered his body and shaved a few times towards the snowdrift.

Surprised, the snowy winter snow realm changed, only to see thousands of purple mangs across the sky, and then the sword roared, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal! Gently covering his eyes, through the dazzling purple mang, he could see that Gu Xuan was holding a sword in his hand, what was it if it wasn't Ziwei Sword!

With the sword in hand, the old Taoist priest seemed to have survived for a year! Immediately, Gu Xuan turned around and said solemnly: "People are old, but the sword has never been old! Today, Ziwei opened the way and proved the superiority of the sword again!"

"Hahaha!hahaha!" In a few wild laughs, Ming Feng took off the tiger mask on his face, his appearance still did not change! Suddenly, in the midst of wild laughter, a sword roar was heard, and the sword covered with patina in Ming Feng's hand was unsheathed at this moment!

Mingfeng gently touched the rust-colored sword in his hand, and said slowly: "Old friend, old friend, today you and I will let them know what a sword is! What is Mingfeng!"

Hearing the sound of the sword first, he was watching the sword tracks, and then, Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he shouted softly, "Ha! Ziwei opened the way!" The words fell, there was no trace, there was no shadow of the sword, pay attention!

In the winter snow realm, only the whistling sound of the cold wind can be heard, and only the snowflakes can be seen falling from the sky, and the two people who are competing with the sword are gone, without a trace...... Suddenly, I saw that the snowflakes falling all over the sky actually began to fly into the sky!

As more and more snowflakes flew upside down into the sky, in the blink of an eye, the white snow had formed a thick wall that separated the two of them...... Surprised, the only bit of red in the thousands of white snow moved!

At the same time as Mingfeng took out the sword, Gu Xuan on the other side held the sword in front of him with his right hand, and the Dao Seal in his left hand was condensed, and he said: "Magic Sword! Ziwei Pure World!" The famous move reappeared, but it was a few more layers of power, and in an instant, the snowflakes scattered throughout the world turned white, and thousands of flying snow turned into thousands of purple mangs.

The purple mang came to him, and he saw a flash in the air. This flashing wind obviously didn't move at all, but in Gu Xuan's eyes, the person in front of him was already extremely far away, as if he had gone to the end of the world!

After the beckoning, the winter snow realm returned to its usual appearance, still the cold wind was howling, and the snow was still flying all over the sky. Gu Xuan slowly landed on the snow, then gently wiped the snowflakes on the Ziwei Sword with his fingers, and said: "In the past, Chang'an was defeated by your Dao Sword, and later when I saw the power of your Heart Sword, I thought that maybe I couldn't surpass you in this life........ But, your heart sword, Gu Xuan still has to look at it once!"

When the words fell, Gu Xuan raised his sword again, and then the Dao seal was condensing, and in an instant, the crape myrtle sword flashed with hundreds of zhang of purple sword light, and he heard the voice: "Dao sword! Ziwei destroys the world!"