Who is a network in today's world?

When he just came down the mountain, Yang Qi felt that there was no doubt that it was Xiao Guo Xiang who was ironclad. Take a look at this life history, look at this kinship, and the connections can be called extensive. Just this little face that doesn't need to be checked when you enter Xiangyang City, it can be regarded as a card of martial arts heroes. From the five absolute to the major factions, they know everything and know everything. So Yang Qida decided to pull Guo Xiang into the gang at the beginning, in the era of no information management, face is equivalent to identity, and you have to use it wherever you go.

But soon, everyone discovered that Guo Xiang could only be regarded as a small expert in personal relationships, and the free faction could be regarded as a big face.

Don't mention the small sects, those levels are too low to reach. Inexplicably, I found out that I had a relationship with the Tomb Sect, and inexplicably gained the gratitude of the beggar gang. It can be said that at the top level of the rivers and lakes, in those places where Guo Xiang can't brush his face, the Xiaoyao faction is unexpectedly popular.

Today, in this frontier place, deep mountains and old forests, it has once again consolidated its position as a face-brushing touch. Guo Xiang can't even get a stinky monk with a mouth, Wu Jianniang can get it with a ring.

The monk was let down, and a master who was close to breaking the level was hung from a tree and made it look like a yo-yo, which was really miserable. But he had no temper at all now, and instead looked at Wu Jianniang with great eagerness, anticipation, excitement, and admiration—the ring in her hand to be exact. He circled around the girl from front to back, left and right, and wanted to touch it, panting in his mouth while saying feverishly: "Give it to me...... Give me ......."

Jiao Niang's brows immediately furrowed.

"I'll give you your mother's eggs!" Smack, Yang Qi was crazy first. She grabbed his bald head and forced him to turn his head ninety degrees to look this way. A cross on his forehead jumped suddenly. The white-haired witch had a sinister shadow on her face. His eyes lit up with a scarlet light: "You-ya dare to be like a boar with hair and love like this again." I don't care what your situation, what your relationship is, or what the reason is, I just blow you up!"

The five fingers pinched hard, and the monk immediately screamed in pain. His sixty years of skill naturally counterattacked, and the cultivation of breaking through the level in half a step could even shake the iron hoop flying, but he couldn't help Yang Qi's hand at all. He only felt that the other party had a little more force, and his skull was about to crack, and he was immediately frightened, and his expression on his face was finally put away.

Sou. Waving his hand and throwing the monk out of the distance, Yang Qi ordered the little sisters: "If this thing is not honest anymore, it will be stripped naked and hung up and beaten!"

"Obey!" The fastest and most active answer was not someone else, but He abandoned the treatment. As soon as this monk came up, he raided his own side without saying a word-especially since there were so many people who came together, and you didn't go to find a certain white-haired witch who was in the lead, but instead came to raid Mrs. Sanmiao, who was neither in front nor behind, which made him furious.

He was angry not only about the result, but also about the cause.

In such a group of girls. How can you aim at Sanmiao at a glance? Everyone, where can Sanmiao suck people's eyes in an instant? Isn't it just the pair that bounces up and down endlessly because they are riding on a horse and the horse is shaking! Isn't this girl particularly obscene and shameless? So, you thief bald and flower monk, why don't I give up the treatment and get married to you in the future!

was taught a lesson by Yang Qi, but the middle-aged monk did not have the kind of light and confusion spirit that he had just broken and broken, and his attitude immediately softened. If it was like losing and bankrupt and couldn't turn over at all, then now it is like a gambler who instantly sees a light of hope that turns the tables, and the strength of "Lao Tzu is rotten anyway" has faded away.

After this monk's explanation, Yang Qi roughly understood.

First of all, let's talk about the identity of this monk, he is a member of the Duan clan of Dali, and the cousin of Duan Xingzhi, the current governor of Dali - you read that right, the 22nd Tianding Xian King of Dali, the current governor of Dali canonized by Kublai Khan, see it clearly, called "Duan, Xing, Zhi". It is exactly the same as the three words of "Duan, Zhi, and Xing" of Yideng, but the order is not the same.

Looking at the name of the emperor of the entire Dali Kingdom, the convergence is extremely strong. And names like Duan "Sicong" and Duan "Suzhen" are also impressively listed, so that Lao Shou I have to make a slot bomb in the text. Although in terms of time, Duan Sicong and Duan Suzhen still occupy the upper reaches, but my delicate mood is really unpleasant......

Okay, back to the point. This monk's name is Duan Xingyong, and he is Duan Xingzhi's cousin. He did not become a monk because he was dedicated to the Buddha, but because the country was ruined and his family was ruined, and he had to shave his life as a last resort. I think at the beginning, this buddy was also a prince. According to the tradition of the Duan family becoming a monk from generation to generation and brothers successively, as soon as Duan Xingzhi becomes a monk in the future, this Xingyong is likely to become the king. But as soon as Kublai Khan came, everything changed.

"The Immortal Heavenly God Sect destroyed my Duan clan's land, and all the masters of Tianlong Temple died in battle, and none of them were spared. Duan Xingyong was resentful and gloomy when he said this: "The person wearing the copper mask is too strong, Uncle Zhixing is not there, and our master is not an opponent at all." It's a shame that we have cultivated a yang finger all our lives, but in the end, we were broken, torn off, or even abandoned by the bronze sacrifice of the Immortal Heavenly God Sect!"

Duan Xingyong's eyes seemed to have the scene at that time again: the bronze priest took the severed finger of the abbot of Tianlong Temple in his hand, and whispered: "One yang finger, not bad." But you, no. He threw that finger away, and the next moment he smashed the old abbot's Heavenly Spirit Gai with one palm. The copper sacrifice was obviously collecting loot, but with the Yang Finger of the Heavenly Dragon Abbot, he couldn't even look at it.

"Hateful!" Duan Xingyong clenched his fists and sighed in the sky: "If it weren't for the loss of our clan's stunt, if the Ancestor Six-Vein Divine Sword and the Northern Spiritual Skill were still there, how could he make waves with his little copper sacrifice!"

"Northern Shengong?" mentioned the key word, and everyone was in good spirits.

After the Tianlong Temple was slaughtered, Kublai Khan's army cleared the Duan bloodline, and Duan Xingzhi was captured, but Duan Xingyong tried his best to escape. On that day, the sword light and sword shadow were endless, and the murderous spirit was endless. One by one, the retainers attracted enemy soldiers for him and sacrificed their lives to die. only to get out of a desperate situation. But Duan Xingyong, who once rose up to resist, is in the same vein. There is only Duan Xingyong who has embarked on this life path. The rest of the brothers and sisters, concubines and children were all reduced to the souls of the sword.

The country was ruined, Duan Xingyong was alone and couldn't do anything at all, and he was afraid of being wanted, so he cut his hair and became a monk incognito. But he didn't want to give up, so he quietly sneaked back to the depths of Cangshan and found this strange little temple.

"There is no positive record in my Duan clan. But there is a legend that has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, that is, there is something about the ancestor Emperor Xuanren. "Emperor Xuanren is Duan Yu, this hanging B is not only the protagonist of Tianlong, but also left a strong mark in the Duan family.

Duan Xingyong told the story, it turned out that although Duan Yu died, his martial arts made future generations yearn for it. The Six Veins Divine Sword, the Northern Spiritual Skill, and the Ling Bo Micro Step, the three major divine skills are even more eye-catching. In his life, Duan Yu never passed on the Northern Shengong and Ling Bo Weibu to future generations, and the six-vein divine sword of the Duan clan was also lost due to an accident, leaving only the legend of invincibility for future generations.

years ago. After the Mongols captured Dali, the Immortal Heavenly God Sect sacrificed to open the emperor's mausoleum and search for the dragon vein. turned Duan Yu's mausoleum upside down. It is said that nine coffins were opened in a row, but there was no body in the coffin, and no martial arts secrets were found. The Mongolian soldiers bravely searched the imperial tomb far and near, inside and outside, and also looked through the classic materials, not letting go of any corners, and searched for three years but still failed. In this way, the Mongolian people gradually extinguished their desire to hunt for treasures and no longer hoped for the legendary miracles.

But people don't know that the rumor is not on paper, and it is only secretly circulated as a fairy tale within the Duan clan.

It is said that before Duan Yu died, he had a premonition that his limit was approaching, so he began to dig and build a secret cave. It is rumored that in order to fulfill the promise of repayment with his brother-in-law, he stored all his life's skills in that cave. The cave is full of mechanisms, and it is impossible to force it open. Only the people of the Carefree Sect can open the secret door with the Seven Treasures Ring, the token of the master.

As for where the cave is and what is going on inside, this information has also turned into messy rumors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false over a long period of time. In the hundred years since Duan Yu just died, there have been several generations of Dali monarchs who have searched for divine power because of their yearning for divine skills, but they have not found it. There were also emperors who sent people to the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions to look for the Xiaoyao faction, but at that time, it happened to be the time when Xuzhu was in the house to the end, and there were few people in the entire sect of the house. In the vast Tianshan Mountains, looking for a needle in a haystack, those people naturally returned in vain.

So, in the end, this rumor turned into just a fairy tale. Even in the Duan clan, those motivated children who are diligent in Wen Taowu's strategy disdain to listen to it. But Duan Xingyong has been tired of literature and martial arts since he was a child, and Duan Yu's story is even more familiar. Mysterious caves, invincible magical powers, and the Seven Treasure Rings, these things are deeply imprinted in his mind. One hit, that's more than 40 years.

When the Dali Kingdom was destroyed, Duan Xingyong's heart was like ashes, but he was not willing to be reconciled to the hatred of destroying the country, so he could only hope for an impossible legend. It took him a long time, bit by bit, to investigate and explore, and even asked for help from the old antique, and finally found this small temple.

"It turns out that you are still a prince, no wonder you were so bullish just now. It's like this, and it's still supporting the royal family, which is enough to kill. Then, this is the secret cave built by Duan Yu?" Yang Qi glanced at the small temple and waved his hand at San Miao. Sanmiao is worthy of being a good slave and maid in Tianshan, and immediately understood the master's intentions, and walked into the temple with the qin and played it dingdong.

As soon as Sanmiao played the piano, He Qizhi immediately became as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he was very intoxicated. Duan Xingyong didn't understand why San Miao suddenly played the piano, he could only continue to explain: "Exactly, I studied the method of opening the door here day and night, and found that only the Seven Treasure Ring can open the secret treasure here. ”

"Uncle Xingyong, let's not talk about the treasure, we are here to find a lamp master. Guo Xiangji was worried about his business: "Dare to ask where Master Yideng and the Condor Hero couple are now?

"You give me what I want to know, and I will tell you what you want to know. Duan Xingyong saw that the other party had a request for himself, and immediately shook up: "Open the cave, find the six-vein divine sword, and I will tell you what I know!"

Now he is only focused on divine skills, and he doesn't care about the rest. Whoever comes to the small temple, he resists. No matter how capable the other party is, he doesn't care much. is both loveless and obsessive, such a guy can't have any ideas of public order and good customs, and reasoning is completely useless.

Yang Qi stopped Guo Xiang, who was still about to speak, and said to Duan Xingyong, "How do you know that there is a six-vein divine sword here?"

"I don't know. ”

"What if not?"

"As long as you open the door, whether you have the Six Veins Divine Sword or not, I will tell you what you want to know. Duan Xingyong had an open expression: "This is the burial cave dug by Emperor Xuanren, even if there is no six-vein divine sword, there must be other martial arts secrets." All I need is power, I only need the power to get revenge, and I don't care about the rest. ”

In the small temple, as soon as the sound of the Sanmiaoqin was closed, he said crisply: "Master, I found it." With a wave of her hand, the sleeves of her clothes flashed with purple light, and the eight statues began to rotate with a bang: "The mechanism is here." (To be continued......)