The mad Qin was strong, the Han dynasty was prosperous, and there was no China after Yashan, and there was no China after the Ming Dynasty.

At night, the top of the south.

The sobbing dark clouds were still loosely curtained in the sky, revealing only some miserable white glimmers, and the bright moon was already neatly dressed, as if waiting for the opening.

"The ovary is destined to die in Qin, and he has entered the bridge to walk. Zuo Han opened a great move, a pillar in the sky, to accompany the red pine swim, and the success of the clothes to go. Aliens and different books, creation is not lightly paid. ”

On the steep mountain wall, a line of large characters is engraved on it.

A man and a woman confronted each other here for a long time, the man was overbearing, upright and awe-inspiring, wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a purple belt, holding a silver-white whisk, his black eyes were radiant, and the skin on his face was becoming more and more moist.

The woman stood with a cold face, her eyebrows were picturesque, her waist and long legs were slender, her posture was heroic, and the woman did not let her eyebrows go, which was not inferior to the temperament of that person.

She frowned angrily, raised the sword in her hand, and pointed at the Taoist in front of her.

The two fought fiercely for a long time, the sword qi and the dust came and went, and they fought for at least nearly a thousand moves, and they always won or lost.

"Wang Chongyang, the more you let me, the more you look down on me."

With the woman's shout, the Taoist had to sigh and shake the dust.

The woman's face was ruddy, obviously extremely angry, the sword was glowing with frosty light, swinging the sword and slashing at the Taoist in front of her, several cold sword qi flew quickly, as if she wanted to pierce the Taoist in the next second.

"Lin Chaoying, what do you want to stop?"

In an instant, the sky suddenly changed dark clouds, the stars dimmed, and rolling thunder flowed faintly above the clouds, and the top of the mountain, where the cicadas were singing and howling, was quiet.

The Daoist's face suddenly changed, and with a wave of his big hand, the dust swept forward, blocking the front of the long sword, but the woman was not allowed to take another step forward, the Daoist was full of surprise, stretched out his right hand, his face was heavy, and he hurriedly pinched his fingers to calculate.

After a while, the Taoist put down his hands and muttered in shock, "The comet has fallen, the numerology is confused, and the heavenly dao is covered, is the rumor true?" ”

According to legend, more than two hundred years ago, martial arts was not so weak, not to mention the extremely prestigious "South Murong North Qiao Feng" at that time, reaching the peak of martial arts, thousands of enemies, for the time of the moment.

It is said that there were countless martial artists who could reach the innate realm at that time.

It's like now, even if he is talented and a martial arts wizard, he is comparable to ascending to the sky even if he has passed the innate level.

In this way, the warrior is unable to break through the difficulties and reach the innate realm, and his lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people, and he is just a hundred years away from the loess.

But these have nothing to do with him, he is no longer the Wang Chongyang of the year.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Chaoying, his eyes were a little cold and ruthless, flashing with a cold light, "I'll give you the ancient tomb, you can go." ”

The woman smiled coldly, her eyebrows furrowed, Mo Che's eyes were full of hatred, her white teeth were incomparably bright in the dark night, she got up and flew away on the flowers and leaves.

Since then, there is suddenly a small Taoist temple on the lonely Zhongnan Mountain, and every night at night, there will be a Taoist standing on the treetop branches silently looking into the distance.

After the woman went back, she was heartbroken, and gradually suffered from depression, no matter how the maid persuaded it did not work, the tomb seemed a little desolate, one day, she was alone in a room and picked up a pen and paper to draw the appearance of the Taoist that day.

His face was filled with joy and sorrow, and tears slowly dripped down the drawing paper.

The maid happened to break in at this time, "That Wang Chongyang is really not a thing, Miss treats him like this, but he says it so ruthlessly, ah, Miss, you are crying." ”

Lin Chaoying hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the visitor with a look of hope in her eyes, "Qin'er, come here and spit under this painting." ”

After a three-month adaptation period, Mo Ming finally entered the world of Condor Archery today.

The moment he walked through the endless space tunnel and stepped on the dirt, Mo Ming felt that his whole body was hit hard, his legs were weak, his chest was clogged, and his breath was not flowing smoothly.

"Is it so uncomfortable, I have been adapting to it for three months, but I didn't expect the reaction to come in was stronger than I imagined."

Mo Ming rubbed his shoulders, stretched and softened every inch of muscle, and struggled to get up from the mud puddle.

After testing that day, Mo Ming found a special gas in the air inside, which seemed to be able to act specifically on human blood and cells.

Even just breathing, Mo Ming could feel the senses of tearing cells, and although he had been acclimatizing to the closed simulated environment for three months, when he actually arrived in this world, it was a completely different experience.

"Ex, when has the story developed now, has Guo Jing come out of the grassland, and has he met Huang Rong?"

Looking at the sky full of yellow sand flying and the endless sand, how did he feel that he had been transported to the desert, the corners of Mo Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he rubbed his shoulders and asked.

[Sir, there are no electronic frequencies and radio waves in this world, so we cannot receive relevant information. 】

"It's equivalent to saying that everything needs to be explored by yourself, okay, I'll inquire myself, I don't believe that there is so much gold and I can't ask for a message!"

Mo Ming couldn't help but look around, but the vast barren desert, under the scorching sun, there was nothing but the hot yellow sand.

The sky was a deep black, almost desperate color, devoid of moonlight and starlight, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.

"Hey, there's a family that's going to spend the night here today."

I don't know how long I walked, but Mo Mingfang saw a dilapidated thatched house on a small hill that was not high in the distance and did not shelter from the wind.

"It's strange, this pond is actually in the sand, it must be a beautiful scenery, forget it, come and enjoy this wonder tomorrow."

This pond of sand lake, the sand water, mountains and reeds and birds into a painting, is natural, both the majesty of the desert Gobi, and the beauty of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is really rare in the world.

Mo Ming walked to the front of the earthen bungalow, and although there was only a shabby rag wrapped in front of the door, he did not rush in directly.

can gain a foothold in this horse thief, the wild sand raging desert, and there is no door guard, Mo Ming doesn't think he is an ordinary person.

"Is the store there, I'm lost in the desert and want to borrow a night, is it convenient?"

Mo Ming said politely in front of the door, but there was no response from inside, and when he was a little confused, the covered canvas was lifted.

The man could not see clearly in the light, but his dark cheeks were covered with a dense beard, like a clump of trampled thatch.

He wore a yellowed old silk robe and an old straw hat with yellowing on the white inside, and the hat was always worn on his head without taking it off.

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