With a pitch-black robe and a pitch-black sword, the old man of Moyan walked out of the water-like courtyard with a calm face, the old man's limbs were full of energy, and his divine light was restrained.

Everything that happened last night seemed to be a dream, and the embarrassed and miserable Mo Yan didn't seem to be him.

The old man of Moyan stepped on a steady pace all the way to the west, and he made an appointment.

In the Wind and Rain Pavilion, there are two people waiting for him, an old man and a middle-aged man.

The old man and the middle-aged man were talking about something with their heads down, and when they heard footsteps, they both looked up at the same time and looked at the visitor in great surprise.

Surprised, although it was only a flash, it was still caught by the sharp-eyed Mo Yan, and the old man's breath fluctuated, although it was only for a moment, the old man in the wind and rain pavilion felt it.

The old man's heart tightened, the person who came was not good, and he felt madness and resentment.

The old man and the middle-aged man nodded slightly, stepped out of the pavilion to greet each other, and the two stepped forward to salute.

Mo Yan bowed slightly, and followed the two into the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

"Wind and Rain Pavilion!"

The old man of Moyan read it in his heart, and snorted coldly, the meaning is unknown, there is a maid in the pavilion to make tea, the boiling water is bubbling, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

The elderly, the elderly, and the middle-aged are seated separately, with Moyan on the left and the elderly and the middle-aged on the right.

The maid sat down with her eyebrows low, Shi Shiran, her hands were slender, washing tea, making tea, dividing tea, flowing water, and it was very good-looking.

Although the maid boiled the tea, it was beautiful, but there was no guest to appreciate it, the tea was on, the old man let the tea, the old man hesitated for a moment, stretched out his left hand to take the hot tea, and drank it slowly.

The old man and the middle-aged man's expressions changed again, and they recovered in an instant, and the father and son had the same thoughts in their hearts: it turned out that it was not nothing.

The corners of the old man's mouth were slightly hooked, and the sharp light in his eyes was hidden in the tea mist, which was extremely cold.

After three cups of tea, the old man waved his hand, and the maid withdrew.

......

Half an hour, the old man and the middle-aged man left in a hurry, only the old man Moyan did not move.

The old man looked at the figure in the distance, touched his stiff right arm, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth expanded.

Ram Chen, the old man can't help you, but why should I do it myself.

Old thing, don't say three days, even if you give me three years, I can't kill the ram Chen, so come yourself.

Hehe, two days.

Ram City?

......

"Father, why is Mo Yan so anxious?"

The Ram Clan Patriarch was puzzled.

The old man shook his head, "This person is extremely unkind, since he is in a hurry to leave, we will go with his will, and it will only be two days in advance." ”

"Well, the boy went and got ready. ”

The old man nodded, "Go, for the sake of the father, I will also go to the divine envoy, and the time for the sealing of the gods should also be decided." ”

Father and son went their separate ways.

......

Tongque Terrace, singing and dancing, in front of the east gate, under the sun, a rattan chair, a small square table, a Tsing Yi, a pot of spiritual wine.

The young man in Tsing Yi was lying lazily on the rattan chair, holding a spirit leaf in his left hand, and the small spirit leaf recorded a "Great Wind Sword", which was not yet in the product, but the young man still watched it with relish.

A sip of spiritual wine, beautiful.

Intention to move the sword out, fast.

Listening to the sound is cool.

Wine, swords, music, and good weather, you really can't ask for anything more.

The teenager was in a very good mood.

'Gale Sword' is one of the sword collections that Liu Wanqian moved, with six styles of gale, wind ups and downs, offensive and defenseless, extremely sharp.

Cultivating the swordsmanship inside, one move and one style were all unfolded, and in a moment, the young man's drunken eyes were hazy, and the corners of his mouth were a few points upturned, and the gale sword style had already entered his heart.

A strand of long hair fell down, covering his left eye, and the young man waved his hand and lifted his long hair, his eyes full of satisfaction.

There was another thing basking in the sun with him, it was a dark green flower pot, not big, only the size of an adult's palm, but it was a rare thing, coming from afar, it was a treasure from the Dao Domain.

The dark green basin is engraved with thin and complex lines, which is not surprising in normal times, but once placed in the sun, it is different.

Dark green crystal clear, like pure imperial jade, spiritual light attached, intertwined with silver lines, faint sun halo shrouded, like a small sun, light and heat gathered by it, transmitted to the soil in the center of the pot, a small seed in the soil bathed in the rare winter sunshine.

Wonderful basins, wonderful seeds.

The milky white spirit in the sea of young dantian qi released some joyful messages, and his spirit had a certain connection with the vigorous spirit seed in the flower pot.

Centennial spirit seed, this is the companion spirit seed prepared by the boy for his own spirit, a hundred-year-old blood ginseng seed, now it is a companion spirit seed, taking root and sprouting is the companion spirit root, as for what is the wonderful use, the boy himself is not very clear.

Yao Lao told him that every Earth Spirit Cultivator would cultivate his own spiritual roots in advance, and the sooner the better.

The boy looked at the first room in the northeast corner, well, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out from there, it has been two days, it should be soon.

Putting down the green spirit leaf in his hand and taking a deep sip of spirit wine, the young man closed his eyes, pondered and let go, and calmed down.

On the stone steps, there are still many little ones who come to listen and have fun, one by one, look at this place, look there, the little face is red, excited.

Under the stone steps, there is a row of green bamboos obliquely, two or three zhang long green bamboos bend over, one hangs a small coin, and a small square mouth is opened in the center of the small money, which is round outside and square inside.

The green bamboo swayed up and down, Xiao Qian swayed from side to side, and a green sword flew into the stab.

Zhan Tai Feiyun, Ram Yao, Ram Xing, and Wutong, each with a bamboo sword, four people of all sizes, staring at Qian Yan'er with sour eyes, and his heart moved.

Buzz!

Small money is constantly being blown away, it is extremely difficult to get a sword into the eye of money, and it is difficult to have a hit in a hundred swords, not to mention a hundred shots, it is difficult and difficult!

The four of them stabbed one sword after another, stabbing mechanically, the bamboo pole rebounded violently, buzzing loudly, Jinyi's heart trembled, and when he saw that he didn't startle the master on the stage, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out his sword.

A little realm, a sword a little, only a little, accurate, fast, ruthless.

This is the name of the first realm of Ram Chen's technical sword, the first definition, a hundred swords, it seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to really do it, and you have to work hard.

First of all, we must be calm, the second is to be clear, and the third is to be fast, the mind is the foundation, and the eyes are fast and the hands are the skills.

"Hi...... Hi Hi ...... Hi...... Hi Hi ......"

The white-clothed young man who was holding the dragon in his hand and closed his eyes to practice qi suddenly opened his eyes, and the four people who were cultivating the sword also stopped instantly, and the radish heads on the steps turned their heads in unison.

Is that?

Except for the young man in Tsing Yi who took a nap, everyone opened their mouths wide.

The two black-armored men climbed the bronze bird platform and were about to step in, but they were stopped by the vulture.

"What are you going to do?"

The vultures looked at the two uninvited guests defensively, how could they be again.

A black armor showed displeasure, but he thought of something, and closed his mouth with some fear.

A black armor smiled slightly, and said, "We have something to ask to see the young master, and we hope that the little brother will be kind." ”

The vultures stared at them for a while, then looked back at the master who was sleeping under the sun, shook his head and said, "The young master is resting, not now." ”