The autumn on the Bamboo Peak was crisp, Zhang Sanfeng and the little tail lingered on the Bamboo Peak for some more time, and it was finally time to say goodbye to Hu Chen. Gathering and dispersing are all fate, what should be said has been said many times, and what should not be said can't be said anyway, Zhang Sanfeng only hopes that this goodbye, and the friendship will still be there when he sees him again.

Li Twelve presented Zhang Sanfeng with a sword boat, which was not so much a means of transportation, but it could already be included in the category of magic weapons.

Not only is the sword boat engraved with a formation that can absorb the spiritual energy to urge the sword boat to run, but this formation does not have to consume the spiritual power of the person holding the boat at all, the qi practitioners of the condensing realm and the martial artists of the inner realm can all be urged, but the speed of the sword boat is related to the realm of the cultivator. There are also some small formations on the sword boat that are extremely practical, such as resisting the wind, frost, rain and snow on the way, and a heavenly eye stone on the bow of the ship can also use the spiritual power of the sword boat to guide the way, etc.

Zhang Sanfeng gently patted Hu Chen's shoulder beside him, turned his head to look, Hu Chen was only half a head shorter than him, the blue and fine beard quietly climbed up the entire lips, the dark hair was simply tied up by a ribbon, the slightly immature face, some red eyes, was already a young man, Zhang Sanfeng watched Hu Chen from a drooping child to the current year of hair binding, and now the parting is imminent, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Zhang Sanfeng broke Hu Chen and hugged him in his arms, along the way, he had already regarded Hu Chen as his own brother, after those things in his previous life, he thought that he had already achieved a heart as strong as iron, but he didn't expect that there was a small tail first, and then Hu Chen was his weakness. He has also been entangled in the true purpose of the old man in his dream countless times, but there has been no trace of the old man over the years, so he buried this matter in his heart, and after this period of getting along, he believes that Li Twelve will be a good master.

The righteousness and evil of a sect are largely due to the heart of the person at the helm. Zhang Sanfeng believes in Li Twelve, who is unique in poetry, wine and sword, and also believes that the old man who can write those famous sentences through the ages will not disappoint him.

The little tail was holding Hu Chen's hand on the side and refused to let go, tears were full of tears, and he almost wanted to fall. Little Tail didn't quite understand why they had to be separated from Hu Chen, she stared at Li Twelve not far away hatefully, although it was afraid of Li Twelve in its bones to death, Li Twelve saw Little Tail's expression and shrugged his shoulders, it was precisely because of its identity that Zhang Sanfeng had to stay away from Daqing. But it doesn't matter, what is the resentment of a little elf, Hu Chen also stayed in the Qinglian Sword Sect with peace of mind after Li Twelve explained the reason to him.

Hu Chen pulled his sleeve like when he first met Zhang Sanfeng, watching each other for thousands of days and nights, and now they will be separated. He understands the weight of the little tail in Zhang Sanfeng's heart, the safety of the little tail is the most important thing, the reverse scale of the little tail is Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Sanfeng's reverse scale is not a small tail.

Hu Chen once asked Li Twelve, why are you one of the three great sword immortals in the world, master, and you can't protect the three of us? Li Twelve didn't answer directly, he only said one sentence: "Under the way of heaven, when manpower is poor, the end of the law can't. Hu Chen didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, but it was also clear that it was not that Li Twelve was unwilling, but that he couldn't.

Hu Chen's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but cry, Zhang Sanfeng once said that men don't flick when they have tears.

This brother who is also a brother and father, it is he who has taken Hu Chen through the streets and alleys, stepped through the mud, crossed mountains and rivers over the years, many times Hu Chen saw Zhang Sanfeng's vigil in the haze, and couldn't help but fall asleep peacefully. Hu Chen once wanted to ask why they had to travel all the way from the easternmost part of Daqing to the far northwest of the mainland, but he didn't ask after all, and Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, but Hu Chen knew that Zhang Sanfeng was for his good, and now it seems that maybe staying in the Qinglian Sword Sect to practice is his best belonging.

For the little tail, Hu Chen always has a trace of fear in the depths of his heart, and the experience of Jiuque Mountain still makes him feel palpitations whenever he thinks about it, what about the demon? If it weren't for the little tail, he and Zhang Sanfeng might not be able to pass the pass when they broke the temple, as for those people, as Zhang Sanfeng said, the reason why people are human lies in people's hearts, if this heart has no humanity, what is the difference between it and the flow of animals? Hu Chen thought deeply.

Zhang Sanfeng hesitated, whispered a word in Hu Chen's ear, and as soon as the words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out, startling Hu Chen, how could he vomit blood? Zhang Sanfeng wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth to show that the nervous little tail was fine, smiled at Hu Chen, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to offer the sword boat presented by Li Twelve.

Zhang Sanfeng pulled his little tail and jumped onto the ship, waved goodbye, and with a long roar, the ship slowly flew up, the speed became faster and faster, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye. Zhang Sanfeng's aura is only enough for him to support him to leave Zhujie Peak, no matter how far he goes, he still has to wade through the water, but fortunately, the duckweed river is not far away, and there is no end to the sea upstream.

Some of the disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect saw the ship take off, and they set up their swords one after another, and in the whistling sound, they soon caught up with the sword, and they were all disciples of the sect in the Dan Realm, and according to the custom, they all needed to travel down the mountain, and they would protect Zhang Sanfeng and his party by the way.

Hu Chen didn't disappear until the ship disappeared, he still waved his hand hard, and Zhang Sanfeng's words before leaving echoed in his ears: "Be careful of the immortals!"

Zhang Sanfeng vomited blood on the spot after saying this, Hu Chen didn't know why Zhang Sanfeng wanted to say this, is there still a god in this world? Hu Chen didn't know, but he knew that this sentence was by no means Zhang Sanfeng's nonsense, there must be a reason, but now I don't know who to be careful with.

Outside the bamboo peak, the autumn is slightly cool, there is still a pool of green lotus blooming splendidly, in the lotus pond, there is a budding green lotus, wet clear ripples, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Although Hu Chen's realm broke through from the high-level of breath to the initial level of the imperial object in one fell swoop, after all, he had not experienced the precipitation of time, and he still needed to condense his aura more before he could be regarded as the real imperial realm. Li 12 taught Hu Chen a method of condensing aura, and after the decision, there was no one, and Hu Chen retreated all day long, wanting to stabilize the realm as soon as possible. The departure of Zhang Sanfeng and Xiaowei made Hu Chen truly understand the importance of strength, it is a very beautiful thing to travel thousands of miles, and it is always a beautiful thing to rely on, since he has to rely on himself now, of course he must redouble his efforts.

After stepping into the realm of imperial objects, the qi practitioner can really be barely regarded as the introduction of cultivation, and the practice of qi is not difficult to say in the realm of imperial objects, just because the monks who have started to practice qi from this realm really have the means of self-protection and attacking the enemy.

Ruthless Cliff, Tu Shu sat alone on a flower tree on the edge of the cliff, holding her cheeks in a daze, she is now not only a martial artist of the pneumatic level, but also a high-level qi practitioner of the Imperial Realm, and is held in the palm of her hand by a group of fellow senior sisters, just because the Ruthless Cliff has not had such an outstanding genius for a long time. After all, Xunguo is a country that only relies on strength to speak, and the Desperate Cliff no longer asks about the world, they are all women, except for the sect master, there is no great cultivator in the entire sect, if it were not for the relationship between the national teachers, it is estimated that their fate would be extremely miserable!

Ji Yuehua looked at Tu Shu from a distance, and sighed, infatuated people are very bitter, just like her, what about the appearance of the country and the city, and how can the cultivation of the god realm be, it is not that they can't keep that person's heart, they can't beat it, they can't love, they can't leave, they are guarding this ruthless cliff, and the cliff is full of sad people.

Ji Yuehua gloomily took out a gold-painted jade flute, and the end of the jade flute still had the original lettering, but it was already blurred.

Ji Yuehua sighed, the jade flute touched the red lips, the ten fingers fluttered softly, and the resentful flute sounded.

The sun sets, the oblique moon hides the afterglow, the cold dew wants to stain the clothes, the humane weather is cool for a good autumn, the thinner is than the yellow flower, sighing at the night, how can it be as if I first saw it, only to say that I am sad about the green silk, all paid, and the white hair flute is cold.

Jinglin City, Hu Qingyun tightened the strap of the armor behind him, sat on the horse, and was a saber that was easy to ride and chop at hand, the tip of the knife was curved like a string moon, and there was beast leather at the handle to make it easy to grasp, it is said that this style of saber was the standard configuration of the cavalry of the Yunlong Dynasty, and now it is also popular in Daqing border soldiers.

Hu Qingyun glanced at Wei Zhuang, who looked slightly nervous beside him, and the rangers with different expressions around him, and laughed: "Brother Wei, don't be nervous, now I give up my identity as a military machine and become a member of the rangers, and I will be your brother in the future.

Wei Zhuang glanced at Hu Qingyun with admiration, he was worthy of being a scholar, and he learned everything quickly. Although he didn't quite understand why this scholar, who was more handsome than many of the beauties in the paintings, didn't let a good military machine man do not come to suffer from this ranger, he had asked, Hu Qingyun smiled and did not answer.

Hu Qingyun lightly kicked off the horse, and slowly followed the team, the oldest of these rangers was no more than thirty years old, and several young men in their twenties were called old oilers, that is, such a group of young people should often go deep into the enemy's territory, spy on the military situation, defend the border and defend the country, Daqing Chengping for a hundred years, these young people have made great achievements, but there has never been a name of any ranger who has never entered the ears of those people who travel in the middle of the night and tease birds in their spare time, Hu Qingyun feels that it should not be so.

There is a woman dressed simply, up and down to wipe an old house, sweating profusely, a young man with bundled hair carries a bucket of water from afar, beckoning to let the mother rest, the woman smiled: "Mother is not tired, you have to clean up the house before the New Year, maybe one day your brother Anping will lead your sister-in-law back, this can also be used as a new house, man, you say no, quickly, go and bring a bucket of water, there are still many places to scrub." ”

The young man reluctantly left, muttering to himself, his mother has to wipe the old house every year, and he has been talking about his brother and Brother Anping coming back every year, and he has not seen them come back for many years, and he has almost forgotten what they look like.

The young man saw the old man in the village in the distance hanging lanterns, and couldn't help but be happy, the New Year was approaching, and there were new clothes and delicious food.

The New Year is approaching, Hu Chen on the Guanque Tower quietly watched the changes in the sea of clouds before sunrise, the youth was about to fade from his face, Hu Chen tied his hair and shawl, and smiled to see the sunrise!