Just over half of the summer, before it arrived, it was cool, and the sky on Wuyi Mountain was already cold. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe sun is setting in the west, it is almost dusk, and Nanshan Lake is dyed red. The crow stopped on the old tree on the edge of the cliff, and from time to time let out a lonely chirp, and the two ants under the tree fought to the death for the remains of a dragonfly, and the mountain in the distance was silent.

The smoke curls down the mountain, and the mountain is as lonely as snow. A middle-aged man in ancient costume stood on the edge of the cliff, his brows furrowed, and his expression was solemn, he was the old man who had a three-year appointment with Mu Shurong, and the people of the world called him Mr. Fu Long.

His gaze passed through the thick fog, over the treetops, and landed on Nanshan Mountain in the distance.

An old man in a red robe went up along Luoluo Creek, watched the fish on the shore of Nanshan Lake for a while, picked up a maple leaf in Luoluo Forest, and rested for a while in Huxi Pavilion, like a sightseeing tourist.

He didn't stop there, but continued to go up the stream, through the purple bamboo forest, and ascend to the Nantian Stone.

The old man looked in the direction of the cliff and saw the old man on the cliff.

"Don't try to push my limits". The old man finally couldn't help but speak, and his words were full of supreme majesty. The clothes move without wind, and the breath is very different from before.

The crows stopped clamouring, the ants stopped fighting, and time seemed to stand still.

"You're pushing my limits." Sensing the change in his breath, the expression of the red-robed old man remained unchanged.

The old man in the red robe is the head of the 7 guardians of China, and he is also an old man. Old people are generally very stubborn, and so are he. He couldn't tolerate the invasion of the Huaxia Continent by foreign tribes, and he couldn't bear the calamity of Xiao Wall, even if it was the extremely powerful Eight Gates that were forgotten by most people that might cause disaster.

"You and I are the same family, not like this."

"We are just outcasts, and it is better not to mention the word "same door".

Before the Ming Dynasty, there was no Huaxia Guardian, at the beginning of the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Shi Huang in order to weaken the power of the Eight Gates, planned a shocking conspiracy, after which the core of the Eight Gates began to hibern, and the people in the diaspora fended for their own lives, and the Huaxia Guardian was born at that time.

The Huaxia Guardian is called a traitor by the Eight Gates, but they consider themselves to be outcasts.

"Don't think I dare not kill you". No matter what the purpose of the Great Guardian's trip was, the old man couldn't let him go up the mountain.

"What can't Mr. Fronon do?"

Yes, he can't do anything, 30 years ago a sword cut off the dragon vein, it is enough to explain everything.

"I have my own troubles, and you should guess some, if not fully aware."

"So Huaxia Guardian didn't make a move 30 years ago, there is only one chance, and if you miss it, you shouldn't do it again, you're a little too much."

"It's me or you're too narrow-minded, don't you know?"

"I am the guardian of Huaxia, and my duty is to protect the land of Huaxia, not to mention that I once made an oath to the First Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and I can't control the affairs of your eight gates."

The gaze of the guardian of Huaxia stopped at the Huaxia Continent, and the gaze of the Eight Gates has always been in another world, with different patterns and different positions, and if there is no harmony, it will be about life and death.

"You are really a conformist old immortal, I should have let you all go to face the saint back then."

"You can let me die now, too."

"If you dare to take another step, I will let you die".

"I'm dead, and that little guy won't live."

This kind of dialogue sounds a lot like two thugs scolding the street, playing scoundrels to each other, no one obeys the other, and no one dares to make the first move.

"Then I'll go down the mountain again." The Great Guardian was threatening him, and he was stating the facts.

"Your approach is too extreme, it's not your life, you should wait, not demand. I admit that you are very strong, if it wasn't for that woman 30 years ago, you might really be able to repeat the glory of the past. However, if it's not yours, it's not yours after all, and you can't understand that you have a heavenly heart."

He thought of that woman, his heart ached, and he said indignantly: "Of course I understand, can I see through it if I understand, Bamen has been calculating the people of the world since its birth, but only he can't count himself."

"You know why you can't calculate yourself, how a man in chains can see himself perfectly. The fate of the Eight Gates makes you strong and you lose at the same time, this is your greatest strength and weakness, and this strength and weakness are about to appear in that little one."

"So you did something, I should thank you."

One is the Great Guardian of Huaxia, and the other is the Lord of the Eight Gates, they are the two most powerful people in the world, and they have half a Heavenly Heart at the same time, so they naturally have a long-term vision. Three years ago, they found the person who was born and loved, and the great guardian talked to him, and the old man took him as an apprentice.

They wanted to influence that person, and now they both want to convince each other.

"If you know gratitude, you should let go of the obsession in your heart and don't interfere with his behavior."

"I practice the will of heaven, and what I do is also the will of heaven, and what I do will not be wrong."

"Your fault is that you underestimate the will of man too much, and you are afraid that he will go your way, but let him go more firmly."

"You're just here to talk to me about this"?

"Of course not, I want to see if you have reached heaven".

"You think too highly of me, how can I reach the realm that the alliance masters of the past generations have not reached."

"I've lived a long time, and I've never underestimated anyone, especially you, even if I can't go down the mountain today, I have to know the answer."

"Then try it".

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A dragon's roar sounded on the cliff floor, and a giant sword flew from the thatched hut and lay across the old man's chest. The sword is eight feet long, the sword is 7 inches wide, and there is a dragon roaring from the sword, which is a dragon sword.

The water of Nanshan Lake is boiling, the fallen leaves of the fallen forest are accumulating more and more, and the purple bamboo forest makes a rustling sound.

The old man was still standing on the cliff, his sword gone.

The Great Guardian also disappeared, and at the same time as he disappeared, the Dragon Yin Sword slashed at the Nantian Stone. There was a loud bang that shook the earth, and Nantian was petrified into powder, and the mountain rocks behind it were scattered, and a bottomless cave appeared.

The red robe appeared in Nanshan Lake, with a black sphere in his hand.

The mind rises, and the sword comes out again. However, before the sword fell, the Great Guardian disappeared once again.

The red-robed old man shuttled quickly between the mountains and turned into a streamer.

However, no matter how fast the speed is, it is within the rules, as long as it is not through the sky, it is not as fast as the old man's eyes, his heart is the heart of heaven, and the eyes are the eyes of the sky.

The old man didn't need to be faster than his eyes, just faster than the sword. He knows where and when the sword will fall, because he also has a heavenly heart.

The old man's voice sounded in the gloomy forest.

"You have the heart of heaven, I hold the heart of heaven in my hand, and you want to drive me down the mountain with a broken sword, you can't help but underestimate me."

"I have never underestimated you, just as you said that you have not underestimated me, a sword you can make you stop here, why should I step down."

"Mr. Fronon deserves to be called Mr. Fron, he is really good at calculation, but don't forget that there is someone who is as good at calculation as you are."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I didn't expect you to join hands with him."

In the sunset, a person appeared on the top of Nanshan Mountain, holding a chessboard in his hand. He threw the chessboard into the air, and the lines on the board were as black as ink, and the ink spread out in all directions, turning into a huge net that fell into the mountains and formed a huge chessboard.

The old man stood at the junction of a certain line, quiet and natural.