It seems that the wind and clouds are surging overnight, and even the people of Jinling faintly feel the oppression of a mountain rain coming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and even if they talk, they are whispering.

On the railing of the Xinghua Building in Jinling, an outstanding young man looked straight into the distance with deep eyes. The wine glass in his hand shimmered with shards of crystalline sunlight, and he soothed the glass under his lips and drank it up.

"It's rare to have a slumber in the afternoon, but someone always comes to disturb you. The young man's voice was lazy, but there was an inexplicable penetrating power, and all the people around him who cared about him could clearly hear the young man's words.

"My father's predecessors are all in a prison, and I am afraid that Fuqin Gongzi is not in the mood to enjoy the leisurely time in the afternoon. Several unattractive young men came to Shen Qing's side, their tones were as smooth as the sound of a machine, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Fuqin Gongzi, my master is invited!"

"Okay, let's go!" Shen Qing casually put down the wine glass and followed a few people to the carriage parked at the bottom of the restaurant.

The carriage was airtight, and sitting inside made sure you couldn't see a glimmer of light outside. The bumpy carriage traveled for a long time, as if passing through a high mountain and flowing through a river. The three youths kept Shen Qing firmly in check to prevent Shen Qing from making any unfavorable moves.

About two hours passed, as the sun approached dusk. The carriage that Shen Qing was sitting in slowly stopped. The car door was opened, and the firelight made Shen Qing's eyes hurt slightly.

"It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get here! Shen Daxia thought about it, I was thinking about how to bring Shen Gongzi to get together with Ling Zun, but I didn't expect Shen Gongzi to appear by himself.

Welcome Shen Gongzi to the twelfth floor as a guest, are you satisfied with such a hospitality?" The playful laughter of the twelfth floor owner with the golden mask was like a spike, and Shen Qing, who was pierced, could hardly hold the smile on his face.

"I don't want to talk nonsense, I'm here to deliver letters. Shen Qing rarely gets angry, even when he is angry with people who have committed the most heinous crimes. But facing the twelfth floor, he couldn't even maintain a smile, which showed that Shen Qing was already angry to the point of no return.

"Who's sending a letter?"

"If you're not blind, you should see for yourself!"

The owner of the twelfth floor put on leather gloves and carefully took the envelope. Gently tear open the envelope and take out the white letter paper inside.

He didn't feel guilty at all because of the guilt of spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, walking the rivers and lakes, and all gentlemen who didn't have a little defense against people would have died a long time ago. He just did what he thought was right.

Unfolding the letter, the twelfth floor lord fell into a dead silence. What was written in Ning Yue's letter Shen Qing didn't know, he didn't even know Ning Yue's detailed plan. The details of the plan were all formulated by Ning Yue and Yu Lang. And he just came to deliver the letter.

"I know, go back and tell Ning Yue, if he doesn't play tricks, I can agree to his conditions. Send Shen Gongzi away—"

"No need, since I'm here, I don't plan to leave! My first task is to deliver a letter, and my second task is to ensure the safety of my predecessors in Jiangnan Dao's martial arts. Remember, no hair is missing!" Shen Qing's words were very light, but they gave people a prestige that could not be refused. The owner of the twelfth floor, who originally thought he would be furious, was unexpectedly silent. After a long time, he nodded silently.

"Take Shen Gongzi to meet Shen Daxia!"

The ancient road of Zhongshan is known as the road to heaven in Jinling. Not because this path can go straight to the nine heavens, but because this ancient path is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. The winding ancient road is unusually difficult to climb, which also makes it sparsely populated. Except for the occasional hermit, it's a no-man's land.

One side of the ancient road is a straight cliff, the other side is a cliff, the ancient road is only one foot wide, if you want to step on the ancient road, you can only move a little bit against the cliff, a little careless, you will fall into the cliff and break your bones. But on the edge of the cliff of the ancient road, a figure was lying on the edge of the cliff shivering.

"Ning Yue, wait for me to go back...... When I get back, I'm going to cut you...... Is there anything wrong with doing light work? If you do light work, you should die? If you are so good, you should climb a cliff? Who said that if you do light work, you can't fall to death?"

Although the figure kept thinking in his mouth, his skills were extremely flexible, and he had already swayed along the cliff as he spoke. Yu Lang's light skills are very good, at least at present, I haven't heard of anyone on the rivers and lakes who has better light skills than Yu Lang except chasing the moon. But to say that if you can't fall to death if you do light work, it's really a joke.

No matter how good the light work is, it needs to be borrowed, even if it is a trivial one. If it weren't for the raised rocks on the cliff, if it weren't for the ancient road that looked like threads every twenty zhang, Yu Lang would have really fallen to his death.

After wasting the strength of nine cows and two tigers, Yu Lang climbed to the top of Zhongshan Mountain. Throwing off the rope on his shoulder with one hand, sitting on the edge of the cliff and watching the sea of clouds churning below, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and he ignored that he had climbed up the cliff from below at the moment.

He gently pulled out the dagger at his waist and carved a hidden mark on the side of his sitting. Every time he reaches the ancient road, Yu Lang will engrave this mark. The ancient road spirals around the middle mountain and goes straight to the top of the mountain like a thread, and such a ghostly work is that Ning Yue feels incredible from the perspective of modern people.

You must know that the whole Zhongshan is outstanding, and the top of the mountain is almost vertical from the top to the foot of the mountain. The opening of this ancient road is like a groove carved out of a spiral for the entire mountain, and its cost of manpower and material resources is unimaginable. And in a period when there is no historical record, how did people open up such an astonishing ancient road?

"Hey—" Yu Lang let out a long sigh and slowly stood up, tying the rope to a large rock on the edge of the cliff. Looking at the sunset that is about to set in the distance, the sunlight is a little dazzling, but it is a rare beauty in the world. Yu Lang slowly opened his arms and slowly closed his eyes. It was as if he was fused with heaven and earth, and his toes were a little bit, and his body flew into the air like a feather.

If someone sees Yu Lang leaping into the air, they will definitely open their mouths wide in shock. Because the place where the aftermath jumps out is the abyss. Jumping out like Yu Lang is either an immortal ascending or jumping off a cliff to kill himself.

Yu Lang's body flew higher and higher, as if he really wanted to jump above the clouds and ride away. But in the next moment, it seemed that the real power flow had exhausted its last breath. The figure froze in the air for a moment, and then crashed like a falling meteor into the bottom of the cliff.

"Ahh

The sound of ghosts crying wolves pierced the sky. In the blink of an eye, Yu Lang's figure disappeared into the sea of clouds.

Dim candle flames, in dark places, people can only carve marks on the mountain wall to record how much time has passed outside.

Shen Qing had been gone for five days, while Yu Lang and a group of Jiangnan Martial Arts League disciples had been gone for seven days. Here, Ye Xunhua silently painted on the ground, and the painting was also the scene of Shiya slashing through the sky with a sword.

Even with a tree branch, on the rough ground, this painting is extremely expressive. Especially the momentum of the mountain rain and the pride of the sword breaking the mountain, Ning Yue often fell into the illusion of painting when she saw this painting.

Ye Xunhua's cultivation was even more profound, and Ning Yue sometimes couldn't believe that someone could improve her martial arts cultivation by painting. But when she thought of her Qin Heart and Sword Spirit, Ning Yue suddenly felt completely reasonable.

In front of him lay a bunch of smooth little sticks, sharpened by Hongxia with her dexterous hands. Each one is exactly the same, and each one does not have a little water chestnut. However, Hongxia cut these things very quickly, almost finishing them when Ning Yue was dazzled.

Ning Yue placed the stick neatly on the ground, her fingers lightly tapped her knees, and she kept thinking about all kinds of possibilities in her mind, the chips in the opponent's hand and the chips in her own hand.

The plan that Ning Yue had made now was to dance on the sword. If you are not careful, the entire Gangnam Province will be annihilated with flying ashes. So he can't lose, and he can't afford to lose.

"Da ......" A clear knock sounded, and the martial arts heroes present raised their heads vigilantly. When they saw Yu Lang's prodigal figure, they relaxed their internal qi again.

"Huh?" Ning Yue's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of essence, because behind Yu Lang, an unexpected person appeared above and slowly descended along the grip of the mountain wall.

"Sister Shiya, it's really good that you're okay—" Yingying flew into Shiya's arms like a cheerful sparrow and hugged her tightly.

"I haven't heard from you since that day, and I was scared to death. What about the masked weirdo?

"It's dead!" Shiya touched Yingying's head lovingly.

"Wanderer, how did you meet Shiya?" Ning Yue raised her head and asked casually.

"You want to call me senior brother, don't be big or small!" Yu Lang corrected very unhappily, "It's nothing, I saw it halfway." ”

"Huh?" Ning Yue's brows furrowed suddenly, but then they also dispersed. Maybe Shiya lost the whereabouts of her group after killing the Wheel King, so she was aimlessly looking for a sign on the outskirts of Jinling and was bumped into by Yu Lang?

The four girls got acquainted with each other again, and Shiya suddenly came to Ning Yue with a serious face, "I fought against the Wheel King, but unfortunately I lost." He had a broken arm, and I was seriously injured.

I ran all the way and couldn't find my way, I just remembered that I was attracted by a blaze of fire, and then I didn't know anything. When I woke up, I found myself in an inn, and the outside was a mess. ”

"Oh, that's a fluke, someone must have come to the rescue, right? Who is it?"

"I don't know, I woke up and hid immediately. That place is in Hanjiang Mansion, but the people of the Nujiao Gang are looking for sons all over the world. So I quietly changed sides, circumvented their blockade, and returned to Jinling. Before he entered the city, he saw Yu Langgongzi, so he brought him back. ”

"Nu Jiao Gang, looking for me in Hanjiang Mansion, are they not sick, don't they know that I am in Jinling?" Ning Yue laughed to herself, but found that Shiya not only did not smile, but the expression on her face became more and more serious. Suddenly there was a bad premonition, and Ning Yue's smiling face couldn't hold back anymore.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yue Jixian, the young leader of the Nujiao Gang, is dead!"

"Oh, which angel was so kind to take him in for me?" Ning Yue asked jokingly. But in the next moment, Ning Yue couldn't laugh anymore, and when he thought of what Shiya said just now, the Angry Jiao Gang was looking for himself all over the world, he had a feeling of being on fire, and his heart was furious.

"In the conversation with the disciples of the Nujiao Gang, it was said that Yue Jixian's move to kill him was an immeasurable robbery, and he also shouted the name of Gongzi before he died. ”

"Boom-" Ning Yue only felt the sky fall apart in front of her. He had thought about killing Yue Jixian, but after Canaan Temple, Ning Yue no longer had this idea. Yue Jixian was already a jumping clown, and Ning Yue didn't bother to pay attention to it. But even though he thinks so, no one else thinks so. (To be continued.) )