In the west of the North Sea, there is a huge mountain range, it is said that this is the birthplace of the Qianli Wujiang River next to the emperor's house, but at this moment in the severe cold season, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen, this unknown mountain grass is also covered with white snow and silver frost flowers, the clear spring is frozen, leaving only the glacier, if you want to catch the swimming fish under the glacier, you must break the ice surface to catch the fish, and then break the ice out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This kind of catching fish is unimaginable for ordinary people, even cultivators can hardly endure such low temperatures, not to mention that the ice on the surface of the glacier is extremely thick, about two meters, hard as iron, and cultivators in the Enlightenment Realm need to go to great lengths to break the ice, which is really a very painful thing.

But at this moment, the ice on the surface of the glacier was suddenly torn apart, and a young man with a sword mark on his upper body broke out from under the glacier, holding a fresh fish in his hand, obviously prepared as an ingredient for lunch.

Coming out from under the extreme cold glacier, the young man's cold face did not show the slightest discoloration, let alone trembling and trembling, and the calm luck aura dried the splash on the surface of the body, and waited until the white air rose all over his body, and then went to the riverside to put on his clothes, and finally skillfully began to scrape the fish scales.

His movements are fast and delicate, obviously he is very used to such days, since the Daomen announced the closure of the mountain, those who chased and killed him have not appeared for a long time, Wang Zijian is not very suitable for such a move by the Daomen, and he is not glad that the Daomen is no longer chasing him, but calmly chose an uninhabited place and started his own practice.

After the end of the Yubei Tomb, if you still want to kill the Daomen Holy Maiden, then the only opportunity is the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, at that time, like the Yubei Tomb, the young masters of Beihai will rush to that grand event, he must sharpen himself strong enough before that, strong enough to kill the Daomen Holy Maiden in the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, so that he can vent the resentment of those who have been hunted down for many years.

No one cares why he was hunted down by the Daomen, the reason seems to have been forgotten for a long time, and even he himself doesn't care about this, because the hatred between the two can only be outlined by killing.

Wang Zijian took revenge on the Daomen Holy Maiden as a must-kill, and the people of the Daomen would try to kill him by all means, and his portrait was hung as a wanted notice in the city of Daomen for a long time, only to be taken down with the closure of the White Lotus Holy Mountain.

But everyone knows that his relationship with the Daomen will only end when one party dies, and it is impossible for Wang Zijian to destroy the Daomen alone, but he can kill Yu Hongyi, the spiritual leader and future ruler of the Daomen, which will make him feel that he has won this war between one person and one force.

Thinking of Yu Hongyi, Wang Zijian naturally inevitably thought of Li Molan and all kinds of things in the tomb of Yubei.

It was originally the best opportunity to kill the Holy Maiden of the Daomen, but it was disturbed by Li Molan, if he said that there was no resentment, it was absolutely impossible, but he had an extreme appreciation for Li Molan, in his opinion, Li Molan was qualified to become a whetstone on his sword path, and his interest was also quite strong.

The world juxtaposes the sword idiot with the sword maniac, but Wang Zijian does not look down on Zhu Mingwen's madness, if the way of fighting with injuries for injuries can be regarded as crazy, then in fact, no one will be more crazy than Wang Zijian, but his madness is introverted madness, and few people can see it.

Crazy is not really crazy, and his kendo attainments are not as good as him, so Wang Zijian does not regard the sword madman Zhu Mingwen as an opponent, and he is not even qualified to sharpen the whetstone, at least until Zhu Mingwen grows up, he is qualified to be his whetstone.

Wang Zijian thought so, and then neatly threaded the branch through the belly of the fish, and then stuck it in the ground by the riverside campfire and roasted it.

It didn't take long for the aroma to overflow.

Wang Zijian was about to eat his lunch, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the forest, obviously not the sound of animals, but the footsteps of humans.

He didn't show a look of surprise or nervousness, he turned his head to look at the bushes and grass very calmly, it doesn't matter to him whether the person who comes is a human or a demon, anyway, there are not many people in this world who need to be afraid of him, even if it is a strong person in the late stage of the Dragon's Eye Realm, he dares to stand up to the sword, where will there be tension.

Soon, an old man wearing a dirty old Taoist robe walked out of the forest, and at the same time, the old Taoist was accompanied by two innocent and cute children, with simple faces and a bit of innocence between his eyebrows.

Wang Zijian was stunned, a little surprised.

Of course, he would not mistakenly think that these three old and two young people who did not have any aura emanated were ordinary people, this is the birthplace of the Wujiang River, there are countless demon beasts in this mountain range, where can an ordinary person pass through those dangerous areas and come to this deep mountain?

If it was really that simple, where would he be chosen as a place of practice by his sword idiot?

The old Taoist walked over with a smile and asked, "This fish is so fragrant, can you let the old Taoist relieve my hunger?"

The gods chattered and were startled, this was the first impression that the old Taoist gave to the prince's sword.

"Don't give. Wang Zijian said dryly.

The old Taoist said with a bitter face: "You kid, you can't pity the poor old man, I haven't eaten for a few days." ”

The two children behind him showed disdainful eyes, thinking that with their master's exaggerated acting skills, it was better to stop talking.

Wang Zijian asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Lao Dao, I am a wild Taoist who is idle and wild, not a big person, don't be nervous." ”

Wang Zijian sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a black iron sword inserted in the ground naturally flew up and fell into his palm, and then he held the sword and raised his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the old Taoist, his eyes were cold, and a set of actions were natural, and the killing intention was naturally revealed, and it seemed that he would thunder in the next second.

The two children were startled, and quickly took a few steps back, hiding far away, saying that they were not all the way to this old Taoist, so don't implicate them.

Seeing this, the old Taoist still smiled lightly, first secretly scolded the two little apprentices for flying separately at the moment of crisis, and then looked at the cold young prince sword in black clothes and black hair, and said: "Young man, don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to eat." ”

Wang Zijian scolded: "Get out! you have to eat and get it yourself, don't affect Lao Tzu's mood of eating grilled fish." ”

The old Taoist sighed with emotion, a young man who was famous at the same time, why is there such a big gap between this and the previous one?

It's just that he still said with a smile: "Young man, don't be so angry, I ...... old way."

Before he could finish his words, a sword aura rushed towards him.

The old Taoist was stunned, he didn't expect this sword idiot to move so simply, he hurriedly dodged to the left, and then said: "Young man, you must understand ......"

Hundreds of sword qi were pressed together, covering all directions and even the top of the head, stabbing from hundreds of directions at the same time.

It's overwhelming!

In the face of this mysterious and mysterious old Taoist, Wang Zijian didn't even give him a chance to finish speaking, and went all out without leaving his hands!

The old Taoist smiled bitterly, thinking that sure enough, young people all have their own personalities, and then he took a step forward calmly, but hundreds of sword qi actually passed directly through his body and slammed into the foothills behind him!

A roar rang out from the snow-covered foothills, and dozens of bare trees were torn into sawdust.

What was left on the ground was a huge crater with a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of more than ten meters, as if it had been bombarded by a meteor of the stars.

Wang Zijian was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "Illusion? No, what illusion can even I deceive? My killing sword, it is impossible not to distinguish the illusion." ”

The sword intent full of terrifying killing intent filled the air, and the two children did not dare to peep into the scenery over there again, for fear of being stabbed in the eyes by the sword intent, and the old Taoist appeared next to the deep pit, unscathed.

The clothes were shaky, and the old Taoist glanced at the big pit on the ground with palpitations, and said: "Oh mom, I have to run away quickly......

Wang Zijian showed a cold smile and said, "You hide again, it's interesting, I killed those two little ghosts, I don't see if you can save them!"

After that, the prince's sword turned his head and it was a sword, and a huge sword qi one person high appeared out of thin air, shooting in the direction of the two children, and it turned out to be a killer against two five or six-year-old children!

The old Taoist didn't expect him to do anything, showing a bit of seriousness, and the next second he appeared in front of the two young apprentices with frightened and annoyed faces, and stretched out a hand.

With just a slight tap, the sword qi melted with the wind and diffused between heaven and earth.

Wang Zijian's eyes widened, he didn't expect this picture, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided, revealing his calmness.

The old Taoist glanced at the two frightened children, then frowned at him and said, "How can you implicate them? They are just children." ”

In his tone, he was quite displeased.

Wang Zijian said calmly: "It's impossible for you not to save them. ”

The old Taoist said solemnly: "What if I didn't have time to save them?"

Wang Zijian said: "That is, your strength is not good, and it is you who is wrong, I will behead you again and avenge them." ”

The old Taoist laughed angrily and said, "Okay, you junior, how can you be so dark-hearted and vicious?"

Wang Zijian said softly: "Senior, if you are hunted down for several years, everyone you meet all the time may take out a dagger against you, the food you eat in any restaurant may be poisoned, and even beware of those beggars who seem to be pitiful but are actually assassins, you will also become as dark, crazy and indifferent as me." ”

The old Taoist was speechless, showing contemplation, and after a long time, he said, "You say that...... There is some truth to that. ”

A handful of snow fell from the treetops overhead, and was torn apart by those invisible sword intent in mid-air, turning into crystal snow chips, slowly falling.

Wang Zijian asked, "My predecessors came to look for me, why did you come here?"

Only then did the old Taoist remember his original purpose, and he took a serious look at the sick black iron sword in the prince's hand, and then recalled the sword intent in the sword he had just blocked, and suddenly realized that he had seen the most important link.

He came to watch the sword, and now that the sword has been observed, it is naturally fine.

So he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Hmm...... It's okay now. ”

After speaking, the old Taoist took the two children and turned around and left, neatly, and disappeared between the snow forests in a few breaths.

Wang Zijian watched the old Taoist leave with the two children dumbfounded, was silent for a while, and said to himself: "Neurotic?" (To be continued.) )