(I took a leave of absence yesterday, and I made up for it in the 15,000-word chapter today.) ）

Watching a pure martial artist's three realms and four realms broken, there is such a scenery to see, Song Yuyao suddenly felt that even if the rivers and lakes are not pleasing now, it will not be a loss to live for a few more years.

Song Yuyao gently patted the old sword on his waist, pulled by the majestic qi machine on the other side of the waterfall, and the long sword in the sheath that had already been born with the old man was a little lonely. Song Yuyao, who was standing in the water pavilion, said a little sentimentally: "If Gao Feng is still alive, maybe he will be standing here tonight." ”

The second owner of Jianshui Villa, Song Gaofeng, that is, the father of Song Fengshan, the young owner of the village, is also a sword embryo with first-class qualifications in the world, but it is a pity that God is jealous of talents, trapped by love, and goes astray. This is also Song Yuyao's biggest knot, that tragedy, to a large extent, was created by Song Yuyao, because Song Fengshan's mother, is also born in the mountains and spirits, and is not tolerated by the world, but at that time Song Yuyao was so high-spirited, never caring about the world's vision, only with a sword, proud of the government and the opposition of the comb water country, he thought that he was invincible on the rivers and lakes, so he began to climb the mountain alone to visit the immortals, and finally rescued a mellow little girl, who was a humanoid in the form of plants and trees, Song Yuyao not only did not dislike her origin, but brought it back to the villa, she and the young Song Gaofeng were in love, Song Yuyao still did not object to this, and finally sat calmly in the high hall, and accepted the toast of the loving man and woman.

If it ends here, it is also a good relationship, but the world is unpredictable, the charm of the woman carefully cultivated a flowerbed, full of aura, flowers and plants are spring, I don't know when to open, the people in the martial arts to falsely spread the rumors, this mountain garden behind the villa, it has become the panacea that countless martial artists on the rivers and lakes dream of, one to eat, you can grow more than ten years of power, after that, if someone steals one or two, the kind-hearted woman will open one eye and close one eye, taken away by the thief, the villa has also made it clear that the plants planted in the flower garden do not have the effect of increasing people's strength, just a little longevity, with the passage of time, the rivers and lakes covet the master of the flower garden, gradually extinguished that dirty thoughts, but one day, the flower garden was stolen most of the outside, the thief was still not satisfied, trampled the remaining flowers and plants, all over the ground. The flower garden is not conducive to the improvement of the realm of the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, but it is the opportunity of Song Gaofeng's wife.

Song Gaofeng followed the clues and found the culprit, it was actually a woman who hated him because of love, that sword, Song Gaofeng handed it out without hesitation, but was stopped by the woman's father, you must know that person was the leader of the martial arts alliance of the Combing Water Country at that time, the master of boxing in several countries, or the border general, the officialdom relationship is deep-rooted, and he has won the trust of His Majesty the Emperor.

No matter how desperately Song Gaofeng made a desperate move, he was not that person's opponent, after returning to Jianshui Villa, the woman and her father also came to the door to apologize, the old man of the martial arts alliance leader, as the same generation as Song Yuyao, was willing to cut off his arm on the spot, standing outside the gate of the villa dripping with blood, saying that he would atone for his daughter's sins, even if Song Yuyao's swordsmanship was higher than that person's martial arts cultivation, what could he do?

I have to leave it at that.

Song Gaofeng didn't say a word, didn't even show up, just stayed by his wife's sickbed.

After the father and daughter left, Song Yuyao turned around gloomily and went to tell his son about the result, Song Gaofeng closed the door and disappeared, only said three words, and understood.

In the end, Song Yuyao learned that his son Song Gaofeng entered the Demon Dao, practiced a book of Demon Dao secrets, and walked the rivers and lakes for the last time, that is, to destroy his face, replace his weapon, and leave the saber at home, on the day when the boxing master Jin Basin washed his hands and resigned as the leader of the alliance, Song Gaofeng sneaked into the mansion and was seriously injured, but he also succeeded in slashing the enemy, and when Song Gaofeng returned to the villa, the oil was exhausted, and finally he died with his dying wife with both eyes closed.

At that time, Song Yuyao was standing outside the door, and his young grandson Song Fengshan silently stood by his father's bedside, without tears or a word.

When people are in the rivers and lakes, not only can they not help themselves, but they will also be involuntarily.

Song Yuyao's guilt towards Song Gaofeng was transferred to his grandson Song Fengshan, especially after Song Fengshan insisted on marrying a charming woman, after that incident, Song Yuyao was completely disheartened and regretted himself more and more, so even if Song Fengshan colluded with the rest of the three evils of the Combing Water Country, Song Yuyao was still unwilling to kill the killer, and would no longer use his own rules to control Song Fengshan, who was bent on going his own way.

What Song Fengshan wants to do, Song Yuburn knows it.

That night, Song Gaofeng killed the former martial arts alliance leader of someone in the court, but the real culprit escaped a catastrophe, and then His Majesty the Emperor was unwilling to tear his face with Jianshui Villa, and probably felt a little guilty, so he personally became a matchmaker, so that the poor woman who lived for the rest of her life after the catastrophe became the wife of a meritorious general in the Combing Water Country, and became the wife of a country with the highest rank.

Everyone knows that the old sword saint Song Yuyao talks about the rules of the rivers and lakes, so the first person in the rivers and lakes is the sword saint of the Comb Water Country, and the emperor of the Comb Water Country does not have to worry about it. As for Song Yuyao's grandson, he was very young at the time, and everyone felt that he must have a vague memory and was destined to become a big trouble.

In this way, after that, the rivers and lakes of the Combing Water Country have been beautiful for more than 20 years, and the throne of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance has been empty for more than 20 years.

Until Song Fengshan opened the door of Jianshui Villa, feasted to entertain the heroes of the Quartet, and held an official alliance leader ceremony tomorrow.

Song Yuyao has long been no interested in the rivers and lakes, but it is by no means that he is not unconcerned about everything, why has he often traveled alone in the rivers and lakes for so many years? Is it really distracted?

Far from it.

But Song Yuyao knew that one day there would be black clouds overwhelming the city, and he would go straight to the Jianshui Villa where his life's work was located, and his grandson Song Fengshan would step across the line, and he would secretly become the target of the government and the opposition under the seemingly flowery situation.

This sword saint of the Combing Water Country was hesitating in his heart, whether to send a sword to the imperial court, once the sword was released, whether to provoke the majesty of the emperor, Song Yuyao actually didn't care at all, but because it violated Song Yuyao's heart.

Because deep in his heart, the old man never agreed with Song Fengshan's rivers and lakes.

I can't tell anyone about all this.

On the previous trip to the rivers and lakes, I originally wanted to find a martial arts predecessor who was also an enemy and a friend, the sword saint of the Caiyi Country who was towering in martial arts and martial arts, Song Yuyao not only asked the sword, but also wanted to untie this knot, but it was a pity that the old man who was a master of swordsmanship died. This made Song Yuyao have to return halfway, and only then did he have the encounter with the ancient temple.

The old man in black had mixed feelings in the water pavilion, and his thoughts were shaky, so that he didn't notice that the young man who punched and broke through the realm did not leave the waterfall curtain for a long time.

When Song Yujiao noticed that something was wrong and was about to go to find out, he saw Chen Ping'an slowly walking out of the waterfall, jumping back, and falling into the water pavilion, his bloody hands had been scrawled and bandaged with cotton cloth.

Song Yuyao put away those troublesome thoughts and asked with a smile: "The wine in the mountain villa has already tasted, and now it is in the realm of a little grandmaster, how about it?"

But Chen Ping'an's next sentence made the old man's eyes widen, "It seems that it is still a little bit close to breaking the realm, and now it is like breaking the waterfall with a punch, and there is still no step over." ”

Song Yujiao looked at the restrained momentum of the young man, his fist was like a waterfall surging and flowing, worthy of the four-character evaluation of the weather, the old man was stunned and said: "You are clearly a real four realms, the old man can even pat his chest and say, I have never seen the three realms that are more solid and calm than you, and the current brand new four realms, Chen Ping'an, how can you still feel that you are a kick off?!"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Senior Song, it's really a little bit worse, I can't tell the reason, but I know it." But now I know the general direction, there is a road to walk under my feet, I won't walk like before, I can't go headless like before, almost before I get to the old dragon city, I can boil it out little by little, if I am lucky, when I get to the ferry of the Xianjia family in your comb water country, I may break the realm inexplicably, but my luck has not been very good, and the possibility of breaking the realm again in the old dragon city is greater. ”

After Song Yu burned his hands, he walked slowly around the young man twice before stopping, and said in amazement: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and today is a great insight." ”

Song Yuyao laughed and said: "Go, drink and go, no matter what, even if you don't completely break the realm, it's a great thing worth celebrating!"

Chen Ping'an shook the wine gourd, there was still a lot of wine, so he nodded and smiled: "Okay." ”

Song Yuyao suddenly asked: "In the town outside the villa, there is a restaurant with a hot pot, which is a must, the ingredients are so good that the guests can eat their tongues, and the wine is also good, do you want to try it?" It just happened to be a meal at this time, and the old man had a good relationship with the shopkeeper over there, so he could get a 20% discount." ”

When Chen Ping'an heard that he could get a twenty percent discount, he immediately said arrogantly: "Then I'll pay!"

Song Yuyao smiled and said: "Oh, say it in advance, a meal of hot pot in the restaurant, plus good wine, will cost at least five or six taels of silver." ”

Chen Ping'an blinked, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "The town is a little far away from the villa, why don't we drink in the courtyard." ”

Song Yuyao stretched out his thumb, "What a heroic spirit of spending a lot of money!"

Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed, "If you go, why don't you go?"

Song Yuyao was stunned for a moment, didn't give Chen Ping'an a chance to repent, laughed, left the next sentence and came with me, and swept out of the water pavilion, stepped on the high branches of the big tree, and swept all the way to the outside of the villa.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to give up the idea of calling Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and followed closely.

When he was above the top of the water pavilion, Chen Ping'an turned his head to look at the waterfall and smiled.

On the stone wall behind the waterfall curtain, the young man secretly carved two lines of words with his fingers, from top to bottom, one line wrote a girl's name, and the other line wrote "Chen Ping'an came here to visit", the young man hoped that the next time he came to Jianshui Villa, he would have that girl by his side.

Of course, Chen Ping'an only dared to think so secretly.

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On the side of Mud Bottle Lane and Xinghua Lane, as long as every household has a red and white happy event, the neighbors are willing to take the initiative to help, which is the same rule as adding soil to the grave, and the ancestors who have stayed for generations do not need to be reasonable. Today, someone in Xinghua Lane got married, married a rich woman on the side of Taoye Lane, Xinghua Lane has a good reputation, it was an old woman with a bad reputation like Granny Ma, and they are all close to this family, so the wine table alone has nearly 20 tables, as long as you give a red envelope, whether it is a broken silver or a few copper coins, you can eat on the table and be happy.

On the wine table, there are a few unfamiliar faces, the first one is quite familiar, it is an old man in an old house in Mud Bottle Lane, a rich man's dress, often wandering around the town, over time, he mixed a familiar face, surnamed Cao, the neighbors are used to calling him Lao Cao, Lao Cao is kind to everyone, smiling face, there is no rich man's shelf, and the surrounding people can chat for a long time, and the old Han who is married to this family often chatters, so today I drank happy wine, wrapped a big red envelope, gave enough face, and changed into new clothes The old man also deliberately pulled his son and daughter-in-law to toast。

Lao Cao brought three people with him, all surnamed Cao, a handsome young man Cao Jun, who also lives in the old house of the Cao family in Mud Bottle Lane, and a pair of grandchildren who rushed back to the town from other towns, it is said that they are all relatives of Lao Cao's capital capital.

Lao Cao is a person who likes to be lively, often takes the initiative to run around with a wine glass to toast, and the grandson of the Cao family of the Beijing people next to the table is obviously not very suitable for this kind of noisy scene, and he is not very easy to let go, sitting in place, occasionally holding a chopstick dish, and drinking a sip of medium-priced soju in a small town wine store, but Cao Jun is relatively comfortable, stepping on the bench with one foot, drinking by himself, squinting at Lao Cao and some old men calling each other brothers, smiling and playful.

The old in-laws of Peach Leaf Lane, although the family road is down, but compared to Xinghua Lane, the family background is still much more solid, so there are some ends, the neighbors of Xinghua Lane Mud Bottle Lane also feel normal about this, and the courtyard of Peach Leaf Lane of Fulu Street is not as good as the scenery of the year, and ordinary people can't climb it high. If it weren't for Lao Han's son who was promising, and now he was working as an errand boy in Longquan County Government, where would he have this blessing to marry a daughter from Taoye Lane?

Lao Cao went to the wine table elsewhere to mingle, Cao Jun took a sip of spirits, took a deep breath, quickly grabbed a chopsticks and hooves, turned his head to look at the pair of grandchildren, and asked with a smile in Da Li's official dialect: "What's the matter, you are not used to eating and drinking?"

The old man in a plain green shirt shook his head with a smile and said: "Don't be so particular, I'm just used to eating food in the capital, and I'm not used to the big meat and meat at the wedding banquet, not because I look down on the customs here." What's more, this Huaihuang County, Longquan County, is the ancestral land of my Cao family, and we should be descendants, how can we forget our roots. ”

Cao Jun, who had a handsome face, nodded, and said with a smile: "It is unfortunate for our family to have such an unreliable ancestor on the stall. ”

The old man never dared to answer.

Beak a family ancestor of the Eleventh Realm Sword Cultivator, even if the old man is an important minister of the Shangzhu State of the Dali Dynasty, he does not have the courage and courage.

The young man who was suave and had a very different bearing from Cao Jun, named Cao Mao, was the new kiln supervisor of Longquan County, the official directly under the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, Yushu Linfeng, and had the reputation of Cao's Yushu in the officialdom of Dali. At that time, he greeted the national teacher of Dali at the Huaizhai Station, and Cao Mao rode alone, full of alcohol, and got off his horse and entered the post station, which shows that this noble son of the capital is not the same.

Cao Xi returned to his seat, even Cao Mao subconsciously sat up straight, and the old man in the green shirt sat upright, put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine jug, and took the initiative to pour wine for Cao Xi, the ancestor of countless generations.

Cao Xi drank the wine in one go, put down the wine glass, looked at the endless stream of guests entering the door to congratulate, got up and said, "Don't squat in the pit and don't, let's make room for the people behind and leave." ”

The group of four people left the courtyard, and the courtyards of several houses near the alley were full of wine tables, Cao Xi led the three of them into the mud bottle alley, and asked casually, "Has your emperor returned to the capital?"

The old man replied respectfully: "Back to the ancestors, His Majesty the Emperor is in poor health and has returned to the capital from the post road north in Longquan County. ”

When Cao Xi passed by the Gu family's ancestral house, he turned his head to look at the dilapidated uninhabited house with the dilapidated Spring Festival couplets, and stopped, "It is said that the mother and son of this family have now been taken to Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake by the Interception River Zhenjun, that little kid named Gu Can, before leaving the town, got a great opportunity, and was able to control a water Jiao comparable to a Ten Realms Qi practitioner?

The old man nodded and said: "Under the arrangement of the national teacher, the Dali Imperial Court has specially built a new spy agency, which is responsible for recording the growth experience of these children in Lizhu Dongtian, in addition to Gu Can, there are also Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, Zhao Xuan of Fulu Street, Xie Lingqi, most of them are from small towns, but there are also foreign qi practitioners who have obtained opportunities here, such as Gao Xuan, the prince of the Great Sui, a total of sixteen people. ”

Cao Xi walked slowly forward and stopped again, "What about these two families?"

The owners of the two adjacent houses, one has been named Song Mu on the genealogy of the Song clan in Dali and has just returned to the capital with His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is named Chen Ping'an, who has traveled far south, but has two shops in the town and five hills in the west.

The old man looked embarrassed and said, "Among the sixteen people, there should be no His Royal Highness the Prince and Chen Ping'an. ”

Cao Xi sighed, "What about Li Xisheng?"

The old man Qingshan, who was a great pillar country, shook his head and said, "No." ”

Cao Xi turned his head to look at Cao Jun, who was hanging a long and short sword from his waist, "You fought with Li Xisheng, and he used the Six Realms Cultivation to let you return with a Nine Realms Sword Cultivation in vain, what do you think?"

Cao Jun said angrily: "What else? He's amazing, I'm a wreck." ”

Cao Xi smiled and said: "Next, you will soon go to the border to join the army, if you are lucky, you can stay by the side of Song Changjing, the king of the Dali Domain, and follow the Dali Iron Cavalry all the way south, maybe you will have to kill in one breath to the middle of the Aquarius Continent before stopping, what do you think?"

Cao Jun said bluntly: "Eat and wait for death." ”

Cao Mao, a son of the first-class family of Da Li, somewhat sincerely admires Cao Jun's buddy, although he seems to be about the same age as this sword cultivator, in fact, he is a year old, and he often drinks flower wine together during this time, knowing that Cao Jun's cynicism and everything is not in his heart, it is revealed in his bones, not the kind of superficial kung fu that he talks about.

Cao Xi said sharply: "Within ten years, if you can't slaughter one or two Ten Realm Old Wangba, I will slaughter you with my own hands when the time comes!"

Cao Jun hugged the back of his head with both hands, and smiled at Cao Mao: "After I die, remember to help me collect the body and bury it in the immortal tomb, I think the feng shui over there is good, and a clay statue of the Buddha Bodhisattva and Taoist Tianguan as neighbors, living there will be a good mood, because you don't have to listen to people's nagging, the ears must be clean, and no one disturbs people's dreams." ”

Mourning that his misfortune may not be there, and it is true that he is angry, Cao Xi said angrily: "Little Wang Eight Lambs!, do you know what price Lao Tzu paid in order to repair the innate sword qi lotus pond in the middle of your lake?!"

When Cao Jun laughed, his eyes narrowed into a slit, like a cunning fox, "How do I know this, otherwise you can talk about it?"

Cao Xi sneered: "With a descendant like you, it is the same unfortunate family, no matter how much green smoke comes out of the ancestral tomb, it is useless! Get out, hurry up and go to the capital to find Song Changjing, and then go directly to the southern border, Lao Tzu doesn't want to see you again in the past ten years." ”

Cao Jun said that he would go, rose from the ground, laughed wantonly, and went north against the wind.

Cao Mao, the superintendent who knew the rules of this heaven and earth, was just about to remind him, but it was too late.

On the banks of the Longsu River in the south of the town, there was a soldier saint in the sword shop who sneered, "Things that don't have a long memory. ”

In the blue sky of Longquan County, there was a scene that seemed to be a spring gushing water, and a long sword slowly rose.

"Ruan Qiong, don't you give this face?"

Cao Xi's face was gloomy, and he shook his wrist, the turquoise string-like natal flying sword was the biggest reliance of the sword immortal Cao Xi to be able to crisscross the Nanpo Continent, and it was a half-immortal soldier who refined a thousand miles of river into a sword weapon by the ancient gods, when Cao Xi's heart moved, although the turquoise string on his wrist did not show his true body, it trembled slightly, overflowing with a trace of green water vapor, and quickly swept towards the high altitude where Cao Jun's figure disappeared.

The sword that Ruan Qiong gushed out of the spring slashed at the head of Cao Jun, a sword cultivator who had broken the rules, and the speed was far faster than the speed at which Cao Jun went north against the wind, if there was no accident, before Cao Jun left the border of the old Lizhu Cave Heaven, he would be cut off by a sword.

Fortunately, between Ruan Qiongfeijian and Cao Jun's figure, a surging river appeared out of thin air, and the river cut off the sky and blocked Ruan Qiongfeijian's way.

A sword cut through the river that was not more than a few miles wide, and the long green river was folded up at both ends, pressing towards the sharp flying sword that continued to sweep forward, and the river slapped the bank, constantly blocking the flying sword that seemed to be a flat boat, even if the river was endless, the flying sword controlled by the sage of the Fengxue Temple still opened the river and split the water, and moved forward.

Cao Jun's figure didn't stop, but when he turned around, the long sword on his waist came out of the sheath, just hitting the tip of Ruan Qiong's flying sword, Cao Jun's long sword flew high, vomiting out a mouthful of blood, but his body flew backwards and flew away at a faster speed.

A hundred-mile-long river rolled into a ball, wrapping Ruan Qiong's flying sword, and in the big ball of turquoise river water, sword qi continued to shoot out, until finally the river shattered and turned into raindrops, but the water droplets did not wait to fall to the ground, and then re-condensed into wisps of emerald sword qi, and leisurely returned to the town Mud Bottle Lane.

Ruan Qiong's unscathed natal flying sword hovered high in the air, paused for a moment, and a small waterhole appeared under the long sword, and the flying sword slowly descended, submerged into the waterhole, and disappeared into the air.

This Po Suozhou sword cultivator, who had eaten Ruan Qiong's punch before, successfully left the battlefield with this reason, and Cao Jun laughed heartily: "With the strength of the good wind, send me to the blue sky!" Thank you to the Ruan Sage and the old ancestor for seeing me off!"

In the mud bottle alley, the old man of the Cao family Shangzhu Kingdom had mixed feelings, although he was not a qi practitioner, but there was no shortage of mountain masters in the family's guest worship, but there were still very few times to see such earth-shattering immortal fights with his own eyes. Cao Mao, the kiln supervisor of the Cao family's grandson in the capital, asked, "Ancestor, if you annoy the saints here because of this?"

Cao Xi sneered: "If you can't defeat the Twelve Realms Taoist Heavenly Monarch in Beiju Luzhou, can't Lao Tzu still be able to beat a new eleventh realm in Aquarius? Cao Jun can lose the face of the old Cao family, but Lao Tzu will not lose the face of the Qi Practitioner in Po Suo Continent!"

At this moment, Cao Mao, the Shangzhu State of the Cao family and the superintendent of the building, really realized why this old ancestor, who seemed to be kind to people in the town, was able to become the gatekeeper of the seaside Xiongzhen Tower.

A man stood at the other end of the alley in Mud Bottle Alley, "Then try it?"

Cao Xi grinned and said, "Okay, you pick the location, I'll pick the time!"

The man who came from the sword shop to ask about the guilt did not hesitate and said: "In the mountains to the west, there is a col with a radius of 100 miles, which is inaccessible, and now there is a formation prohibition set up by Da Li, which is enough for you and me to divide the victory and defeat." ”

Cao Xi nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, I'll fight again in a hundred years!"

Ruan Qiong was stunned for a moment, spat on the ground, and turned to leave.

Cao Mao stretched out his hand to cover his face.

Cao's Shangzhuguo couldn't cry or laugh.

Cao Xi rolled his eyes and said: "What are you doing? This is called Zhidou, you know a fart!"

Cao Xi took the lead in entering his old house, and the grandfather and grandson behind him were just about to follow in, but the door slammed shut.

Cao Mao and Da Li's grandfather looked at each other and smiled bitterly, so they had to leave Mud Bottle Lane and go to the Governor's Office to secretly discuss the next layout of the family.

The storm in the north of Aquarius has risen, and the situation is in favor of the Dali Dynasty, of course, the sooner you enter the market, the greater the profit.

What's more, if the Cao family still has great good news today, the ancestor Cao Xi will stay in the Aquarius for a period of time, and the genius sword cultivator Cao Jun will also enlist in the Dali border army, presumably His Majesty the Emperor will more or less recite this incense, and the next hundred years Cao will stabilize the temple and the sworn enemy Yuan family, which is a sure pattern.

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The old man surnamed Cui, who was accustomed to coarse linen clothes and walking barefoot in Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Building, changed his temperament after Lu Shen, a person from the Lotus Guandao, changed his temperament, changed into a scholar's green shirt and towel, and made a bamboo cane for walking in the mountains and forests, a pair of climbing clogs, and often went down the mountain to buy ancient books and stationery supplies, and arranged the second floor of the bamboo building like a scholarly study, and picked up calligraphy and painting whenever he was free.

Later, the girl in the pink skirt saw the old man's ink treasure, and often talked with the old man, only to find out that the old man was a real Confucian, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all a must, and the orthodox knowledge of Confucianism is very deep.

The boy in Tsing Yi is a heartless and lungless and afraid of life and death, thinking that the old man will practice martial arts well and become the boss of this small world as soon as possible, so that he can feel at ease, so he often knocks on the side with the old man, and tells the old man that the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in Longquan County can not be taken lightly, and he tells the treacherous clouds of the rivers and lakes of Dali with all his heart, and he still has to rely on a top-notch mountain top cultivation to deter the small people.

It's a pity that the old man didn't want to pay attention to this guy at all, at most he just chatted with the girl in the pink skirt who asked for teaching, and for the so-called martial arts, it seemed that he just threw it on the ground and didn't pick it up again. The little boy in Tsing Yi sighed that it was better to beg for others than for himself, so he had to continue to practice diligently, trying his best to digest the two high-grade snake gallstones that had entered his stomach.

Recently, Wei Yan, the newly promoted Beiyue Zhengshen who has been very busy, still comes to the bamboo building from time to time to visit the small pond where a purple golden lotus seed is thrown in.

In addition to the purple golden lotus seed left in Luoluo Mountain, Chen Ping'an listened to Wei Yan's suggestion at that time, and since he was the owner of Luoluo Mountain, he left a party on the first floor of the bamboo building as a thing to win the landscape. The seal is the "Chen Shiyi" engraved by Qi Jingchun, and there is no mystery, but it is just a beautiful vision that Qi Jingchun gave Chen Ping'an at that time.

Above the tenth realm of the martial arts realm, Fang is the martial god of the world, who can stand side by side with the mountain top qi practitioners under the sky.

The girl in the pink skirt attaches great importance to this, almost better than the bookcase entrusted to him by the young Cui Yun, and three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, she will secretly take out the small seal taught to her by her master and carefully wipe it with a satin silk scarf. No matter how the boy in Tsing Yi cheated and deceived, she didn't allow him to get involved.

Now the girl in the pink skirt who was born in the Zhilan Building of Huang Ting Guo, with the help of the snake gallstone presented by Chen Ping'an, has broken through the last threshold of the Five Realms and ranked among the first realms of the Middle Five Realms, the Dongfu Realm. After that, there is the seventh Guanhai realm, the eighth Longmen realm, the ninth Jindan realm, and the tenth yuan infant realm, which are still long and unreachable.

It's just that compared with the Tsing Yi boy who suddenly wants to work hard, the girl in the pink skirt should be more natural, in addition to cleaning up the bamboo building every day, and then flipping through the book to see the scenery, the mood is tranquil, compared to the fierce Yujiang water snake, the enchanted incarnation of the study building fire python, to be more calm and casual.

So now the boy in Tsing Yi will dislike her for being stupid and lazy, and she doesn't know how to make progress.

On this night, the boy in Tsing Yi settled down on the cliffside, the girl in the pink skirt sat on a small bamboo chair and ate melon seeds, the old man surnamed Cui went downstairs, moved a bamboo chair to sit next to the girl, and said softly: "The thousand-year-old Cui family, the first-class scholarly family in Aquarius, has not been able to give birth to such a spiritual fire python as you. ”

The girl in the pink skirt smiled obediently and asked, "Grandpa Cui, did you say that my master has broken through the realm now?"

The old man gloated: "The three strongest martial arts realms that the old man has polished with his own hands, where are they so easy to break, it is estimated that it is still early, maybe to the southernmost old dragon city, Chen Ping'an's realm is still not moving, honestly staying on the bottleneck of the three realms, drinking every day, and then becoming a depressed little drunkard." ”

The girl in the pink skirt complained in a low voice: "Half of my master's fist is taught by Grandpa Cui, if the master doesn't break the realm, how can you steal the fun?"

The old man laughed and said: "You, you are not a person in our martial arts, you don't know the weight of the saying 'the strongest three realms in the world', the old man killed the Cui clan at the peak of the six realms with one punch to worship Sun Shujian, and only used the ability of the five realms, why? ”

The girl in the pink skirt said sadly: "My grandfather has no one to take care of him, and when he goes out, he has to do everything by himself, will it delay his boxing practice?"

The old man glanced at the back of the boy in Tsing Yi, then retracted his gaze, looked at the little girl with a worried face, and said with emotion: "If you two can get together without fighting, it can be regarded as Chen Ping'an's training." I don't know if Chen Ping'an can still be like this when the family has a big business in the future, treating people and things, and being equal. Whether the rules of a small family are good or not, and whether the family style of the wealthy family is correct or not, are two different things. ”

The girl in the pink skirt raised her head and said innocently and cutely: "If there is really such a day, Grandpa Cui, will you help my master a little?"

The old man touched the little fire python's head, "There are some housework that outsiders can't help." ”

The old man slowly stood up and stretched out his hand to the distance, "Just imagine, if there is really a day when Chen Ping'an starts a sect, there are you and the little water snake, there is a black snake of Qidun Mountain that gives birth to a golden thread under the abdomen and grows four-legged claws, there are so many mountains, once there are masters in each mountain in the future, such as the one who recognized Chen Ping'an as a gentleman...... There are also those children who call Chen Ping'an as a little uncle, and then you have also become an immortal mansion in the eyes of the world, with the elders of the sect, you have to accept disciples and protégés, Chen Ping'an has gathered ten, hundreds or even thousands of people under his hands, once there is a dispute and contradiction in his family, he Chen Ping'an's palms and backs are full of meat, it is not something that can be solved with one fist and a sword, how to deal with it?"

The girl in the pink skirt read all the history books of various countries in Zhilan Building, and knew the thorniness of this problem, so she didn't even feel the mood to eat melon seeds.

The old man surnamed Cui smiled: "Actually, don't worry too much, Chen Ping'an is a little good, maybe few people will find out about it......"

The girl in the pink skirt waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the old man's next words, and couldn't help asking: "Grandpa Cui, my master has so many advantages, and there are other things I don't know?"

The old man laughed heartily and said: "It's really good that you little girl has a little bit, patting people's ass, especially for your master, she can moisten things silently!"

The girl in the pink skirt was a little embarrassed, thinking that she didn't have a whisker and a horse, the master is so good.

The old man sat back on the bamboo chair, no longer sold guanzi, and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an is very talkative, everyone who is close to him will take this as a matter of course, but one day, Chen Ping'an will become very difficult to talk about something, even the worst to speak, and at that time, strange things will happen, and everyone will feel ...... Weakness and fear are by no means the first time to refute anything. ”

The girl in the pink skirt hurriedly folded her hands and muttered, "I don't want the master to be angry." ”

The old man sighed.

After he once killed people outside the bamboo building, he asked Chen Ping'an menacingly, "Do you practice boxing with me, or learn to be a man with me."

This is not only the old man's heartfelt words, but in fact, why is it not an old man who is above the top, and thinks that he can't convince Chen Ping'an calmly on the point of "being a man"?

But if this is not the case, why is the old man willing to use Chen Ping'an as the heir of the mantle of boxing.

If you accept a disciple, you have to accept a guy who is expected to surpass you in the future, and one is enough! Otherwise, what if you accept a group of disciples from the Nine Realms and the Ten Realms? Aren't they a few ants under the general trend?!

The girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked timidly: "If one day, Grandpa Cui, you do something wrong, and then my lord gets angry, will you be afraid?"

The old man knocked a chestnut on the little guy's head, then got up and left, and said angrily: "The little girl really can't chat!"

The boy in Tsing Yi, who had been pricking up his ears and eavesdropping on the cliffside, turned his head with a wicked smile and gave a thumbs up to the girl in the pink skirt.

The girl in the pink skirt happily swallowed the melon seeds, thinking that this is not me, but my master.

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For countless years, generation after generation of Yang family children, in addition to taking over the head of the Yang family, and some hidden people in the family who were lucky enough to become qi practitioners, were able to know the shocking secret, and carefully helped the old man to guard the secret, and the rest of the Yang family's children who were born, old, sick and died, or the pharmacy guys who came in and out, generation after generation, they would only know that the Yang family shop had such a person who was the same age as the "self-parents" The old-timers, that's all, only know that the old man stays at home all the year round, has a strange temperament, and is not easy to deal with, but he is very good at treating diseases and saving people, of course, it costs a lot, otherwise whoever you are, as long as you can't afford to pay, then prepare a coffin, anyway, the coffin shop is on the same street.

Old man Yang is still smoking dry tobacco in the backyard today, but there is a new print in the Dali bookstore, this out of his own family, was one of the nine streams and ten families in the world, but with the passage of time, just like one of the four major scholars of the Mo family, are no longer Xianxue, and the family has also become one of the most ordinary sons of the hundred schools, mostly to write some barnyard officials and wild history that are not in the stream, as well as the fat powder Yanwen loved by the secular people, to win gimmicks, of course, there are current affairs, many emperors and generals in history The reputation and reputation, in fact, a large part of them are the words of the family, and they are so harmful that they are unsightly, such as some of the capable ministers who are determined to reform the government all their lives, to the end, the most well-known thing in later generations is not those good prescriptions for governing the country, but what is the ten women in one night, and no women are unhappy. Another example is that some Confucian gentlemen and sages who are almost immortal in meritorious service and virtue will stay in a nunnery overnight, and in the end they will only become an old man who is not ashamed to pick up ashes, and the great gifts and truths contained in this person's moral articles have become empty talk and jokes.

Therefore, there was once a saint in the Confucian Palace, and he had to cry out indignantly: "The last family, the first to mislead the country and the people!"

It's just that the ritual saint who formulates and controls the rules of the world still gives the greatest tolerance to this like he treats the demon clan.

So at this moment, the old man Yang who is flipping through the book, no one on either side is used to the dispute between the three and four of the Middle Earth Divine Continent, at most the cultural purpose of the "four", the four words, the old man Yang is willing to stretch out his thumb and say a good word. And the "three", who was obviously named a sub-saint but was actually only ranked third in the Confucian Temple, Old Man Yang was very unaccustomed to it, and thought that the "sanctimoniousness" that had been reduced from praise to derogation was the most appropriate to describe this person.

Old man Yang has a faint ink fragrance in his hand, which was purchased by the store guy from the bookstore street on the other side of Longquan County, and many famous experiences of heroes are written on it, when they are in adversity and desperate situation, there are always a few words of heroic words, nothing more than resentment of God's eyes, every time Old Man Yang sees these, he seems to be quite happy, but finally closes the book, and says happily: "You young people, just let God go." ”

After laughing, the old man put away the books, swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, and then shook out a small object that looked like a small temple from his sleeve, fell to the ground, thought about it, knocked the ground next to his feet with a bamboo cigarette stick, and said softly: "Song Qing, you come out." ”

At the entrance of the small temple on the ground, there was green smoke billowing out, and it quickly condensed into the appearance of an old man with a vicissitudes of life. ”

Old man Yang turned a deaf ear, and just ordered: "Allow you to leave the jurisdiction of this place, within the continent of Aquarius, your realm is still the same back then, your trip is to serve as a protector for Cao Jun, a disciple of the Cao family in Mud Bottle Lane, as long as Cao Jun repairs the heart lake sword pool, the children of the Song family in your vein will inevitably rise in this general trend and enjoy the glory of the world for at least a hundred years. ”

The old man is only in the shape of a ghost, but there is still green smoke condensed into a long sword hanging from his waist, the sword qi is gone, but the sword intent is full, it is obvious that the old man must have been a swordsman before his death, after hearing the promise of the old man Yang, the old man looked happy, and said again: "Thank you for the grace of the gods!"

Old man Yang then waved his sleeves, and suddenly there were golden talismans all over the body of the old man in Qingyan, which was a talisman to ensure that the old man of Yin Things walked between heaven and earth, the latter's spirit was settled, his momentum soared, and his sword intent was flourishing, if it weren't for the big mouthful of smoke that Old Man Yang spit out, I am afraid that he would be angry and alarmed all the qi practitioners in Longquan County.

Old man Yang said: "Go, Cao Jun has now gone to the capital of Dali, you can explain this matter to him directly." Song Qing, if you dare to break the rules, don't say that you Song Qing is scattered on the spot, I promise to cut down your Song family roots, and I want you to cut off the incense, and there will be no trace of your Song family for thousands of years in the future. ”

The old man clenched his fists and said solemnly: "Never dare to offend the Divine Monarch!"

Old man Yang sneered: "It's useless to talk more, I will watch you act." ”

The old man's order flashed away.

After the yin thing of the small temple disappeared, Old Man Yang raised his head and looked at the thick canopy of the vast world, and was speechless for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "There are gods three feet above the head, and people are watching the sky." If so, why not?"

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On the second floor of a restaurant in the town outside Jianshui Villa, in the window position, an old and a young man sit opposite each other, eating hot pot, and the table is full of dishes, spring bamboo shoots, yellow throat, lamb meat, goose intestines, duck blood......

Of course, there are two pots of good wine, as well as a plate of fresh and spicy sauce that you have configured, which is bright red and can make the scalp of people who don't eat spicy food tingle. Chen Ping'an actually didn't eat so spicy food originally, but he couldn't stand the persuasion of the old Song seniors, saying that there were no less than seven or eight kinds of homemade hot sauce in the restaurant, and it was a pity to miss one, so Chen Ping'an added a spoonful to the plate.

Since Song Yuyao never appeared in the villa and the town with his real identity, the shopkeeper of the chubby restaurant didn't know what the sword saint of the Comb Water Country was, and he didn't even know the old owner of the swordsmanship villa, he only knew that the old brother surnamed Song was an expert who knew how to eat, and he would not disappoint his hot pot and good wine, so when he saw the old man with his friends, he was very happy, and personally took them to the second floor, picked such a good seat, and served the food and wine from beginning to end without the guys in the store, all of them were done by the shopkeeper himself.

Chen Ping'an was sweating profusely and his face was flushed, but he couldn't beat the current food, besides, this time he was paying the bill by himself, and if he didn't eat as much as possible, Chen Ping'an felt uncomfortable.

Song Yuyao looked at the young man who let go of his stomach to eat, and when he couldn't bear the spicy food, he would stupidly go to take a sip of wine, spicy and spicy, he really wanted to die, but the chopsticks just didn't want to put it down, staring at the food in the hot pot that could be put down immediately, Song Yuyao was in a good mood, compared to the past when he came here to sit and drink alone, the old man actually got off the chopsticks much faster.

Song Yujiao lifted a glass of wine, no longer called himself an "old man", and suddenly said: "Chen Ping'an, in fact, according to the old rules, I shouldn't appear in the water pavilion." Martial arts break through the realm, just like the retreat of qi practitioners on the mountain, the most taboo hate outsiders to watch. So I punished myself with a glass. ”

The old man drank all the wine in his glass.

Chen Ping'an hurriedly lifted the wine glass, swallowed the food in his mouth vigorously, and drank a glass with him, and poured another glass, saluting the old man, "If it weren't for the old-timers, I would definitely not even be able to cross the threshold of the four realms today." I should pay tribute to the old-timers with a glass of wine. ”

The old man followed suit with a glass of wine.

Song Yujiao looked at the scene of the endless stream on the street outside the window, and occasionally his eyes stayed for a moment, and after looking at him, one of them would change his face slightly and quickly bow his head.

Song Yujiao smiled slightly and retracted his gaze, "The reason why I went to the Water Pavilion at that time was because I had to tell you in person, no matter whether you can break through the realm today, you have to leave the villa tonight, and you can't participate in tomorrow's martial arts alliance leader ceremony." ”

Chen Ping'an still kept pouring wine, but the speed of putting down the chopsticks and picking up the dishes slowed down a little, and asked softly: "Someone wants to be bad for the villa?"

Song Yuyao didn't hide it, and said with a calm smile: "It's very big, and the momentum is very big, but it has nothing to do with you Chen Ping'an." ”

The old man raised his glass and took a sip of wine, "This is not to look down on you and your friends, but some housework in Jianshui Villa, it is inconvenient for friends in the rivers and lakes to interfere, but no matter what, as the host, he has issued an eviction order to the guests, which is not kind, so I still need to punish myself with a glass." You Chen Ping'an is casual. ”

Chen Ping'an was really casual, just raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

The old man didn't care about this, continued to pick up a chopstick of fresh and tender goose intestines, soaked in the hot pot for a while, put in the hot sauce plate, stirred gently, rolled in the fresh and spicy sauce, and then put the chopsticks into his mouth.

Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped.

Song Yuyao smiled: "Let's just eat, don't talk about things." There are only beautiful people and delicious food in the world, and the three things are the most unattainable. ”

Chen Ping'an buried his head in eating and occasionally drinking.

There is no feast in the world.

No matter how delicious the hot pot is, there is also a time for the last chopsticks.

Full of wine and food, Chen Ping'an put down his chopsticks, and a pot of wine had been drunk, this was Chen Ping'an's first time drinking a full pound and a half of wine in one go, not to mention his face, his ears and neck were red, and he said drunkly: "The father and daughter of Hengdao Villa don't seem to be looking for me in trouble." ”

Song Yuyao laughed softly: "The green mountains and green waters, the coming day is long." The same is true of the grievances in the rivers and lakes, fortunately, you are not from the Comb Water Country, you will leave soon, and you may not come back in the future, otherwise you will be in trouble. ”

Song Yujiao remembered something, "That water pavilion turmoil, you seem to have a belly of anger, I am a little strange, if I Song Yuzhuo is just an ordinary Jianghu person, from the perspective of a bystander, it stands to reason that on the premise of not knowing your roots, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, a long-renowned Jianghu master, can treat you as a young man with courtesy, not only is he not domineering, but he is willing to apologize for his daughter, why do you still seem to be a little ...... Not convinced?"

Chen Ping'an burped, took off the sword raising glove on his waist, but did not drink, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't have an opinion of Wang Yiran, but I think there is something wrong here." ”

Song Yuyao said curiously: "What do you mean by this?"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously took another sip of wine, and said slowly with the strength of the dizzy wine: " I once heard an old gentleman tell the order, I haven't read a book, I don't know much, so my understanding is very shallow, but when it's okay, I'm willing to take out these knowledge, think about it more, feel that right and wrong have a sequence, of course, it is also divided into size, you can't take a back right, to cover up the front of the wrong, even if the back is very big, the front is very small, or you have to first break the front of the small mistake, break it and say it, the truth is completely thorough, the back is right, in order to really stand firm, this is like ...... A person cannot jump and walk. ”

"But this little thing I came up with may not make much sense, because I have turned through many books on my trip to the south, and the books do not talk about these things, so I have never been sure whether it is right or wrong. But if according to my reasoning, apply to the things on the side of the water pavilion, that is, you Wang Yiran don't actually need to apologize to me, you just need to let your daughter stand up and say sorry to me, just three words, otherwise, in the end, you, Wang Yiran, the great master of the rivers and lakes, apologize for others, do I have to accept it? Even if I take a step back and am willing to accept it, then your daughter is not wrong? I don't think that's the case, no matter how right you Wang Yiran does, your daughter's words and deeds are wrong, they are wrong. This is true today, tomorrow is like this, and in the next ten years, if it is someone else, the woman with a knife named Wang Sango, she may still be wrong. ”

Chen Ping'an held the wine gourd in one hand and scratched his head with the other, "Senior Song, these are what I said casually, talking nonsense, making you laugh." ”

Song Yuyao was stunned at first, then dazed, and finally his face was in a trance, only feeling that the rivers and lakes he identified were turned upside down.

In the end, Song Yujiao recalled this life, especially the unbearable memory of his son Song Gaofeng, the old man was already reluctant to think about it, let alone delve into the grievances and hatreds, but until today, until this moment, this old man found out that he had a knot in his heart, where was it, why he was so guilty and remorseful, but he never knew why he couldn't tie the knot.

The old man lifted his chopsticks with red eyes, trembled and lifted his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chopstick food from the bottom of the hot pot, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and gradually had some smiles on his face.

The old rules that the old rivers and lakes enshrined as the norm are regarded as golden rules by the older generation, and it turns out that there are also mistakes in the original!

What was wrong with my son Song Gaofeng back then? Even if there was a mistake, it was also the fault of this dog-mother-raised rivers and lakes in the first place!

It was the former martial arts alliance leader who was born as a battlefield general who was wrong, and that grudge was not a matter of that arm at all!

It's your daughter herself, who owes me Song Yuyao's son, and my daughter-in-law a word of sorry!

In front of a young man's face, Song Yuyao, who was full of old tears and did not feel embarrassed, slowly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and laughed at Chen Ping'an: "This meal, I, Song Yuyao, invite you for my son and daughter-in-law, and for my Jianshui Villa!"

The second floor of the restaurant was in an uproar.

Because of the seven words Song Yuyao and Jianshui Villa!

Because this means a hundred years of romance in half of the rivers and lakes of the combing country.

The old man finally hugged his fist at Chen Ping'an and said, "I have something to tell my grandson, so I will go back to Zhuangzi first." I may not be able to say goodbye to you later, then it is still the old saying of the rivers and lakes, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, I hope we will have a period in the future!"

Chen Ping'an stood up in confusion, and saw the old man sweep out of the window and fly all the way above the roof.

Song Yu has been hanging the rusty iron sword for many years, and the old man is now in full view of everyone, flying all the way to the gate of the villa, and then striding into the threshold, ignoring any compliments, directly in a small courtyard that has not been inhabited for many years, found the young man who was standing in the distance with his eyes closed, his grandson Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan opened his eyes and didn't say a word, just like when he was young, he stayed in front of his father's sickbed.

Song Yuyao took off the iron sword at his waist, held it with one hand, and handed it to Song Fengshan, who had an indifferent face, and the latter asked, "Why?"

Song Yuyao said in a deep voice: "This is your father Song Gaofeng's sword, the son inherits his father's business, and it should be handed over to you Song Fengshan." ”

Song Fengshan didn't stretch out his hand to take the sword, and sneered: "Oh, it's another strange thing, first grandpa, you came in advance to celebrate your grandson's alliance leader ceremony, and now you give me a broken iron sword." Why, grandpa finally wants to unload the burden of the Sword Saint of the Combing Water Country and the old owner of the Sword Water Villa, and wants to tease his grandson?"

The young man put his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, but he said with a smile on his face: "I'm just sorry, the unfilial grandson wants to tell grandpa a bad news, His Majesty the Emperor has personally issued several secret decrees, and the imperial army of nearly 10,000 elites has been assembled outside the state city. Grandpa, my grandson doesn't expect you to help, really, this is my grandson's true words, just ask grandpa to stand by from beginning to end, just ask you not to give me another sword. ”

Song Yuyao stared at his grandson's face, laughed heartily, stepped forward, slapped him on the shoulder, and did not hide his smile and relief, the old man said in a low voice: "It is worthy of being the son of Song Gaofeng and Liu Qian!" Grandpa knows that the person who leads the army this time happens to be the woman's husband, the general Chu Hao. ”

Song Fengshan's face was full of doubts, and his brows were furrowed.

Song Yuyao said with a smile: "Since that vicious woman has to make inches, just take this opportunity, I, Song Yuyao, also have a reason, and I want to explain it to the rivers and lakes and the court!"

The old man's eyes were moist, he still clenched it with one hand, raised the remaining hand, gently smoothed the frown of the grandson in front of him, and muttered, "After so many years, grandpa should also do something for you." ”

The young man took a step back, lowered his head, raised a hand, and covered his face with his arm.

The old man said softly: "Fengshan, from now on, grandpa will not nag you about those old rules, but in the end, I still hope you will listen to it once, the old rivers and lakes are the old rivers and lakes, but those right things, good things, I hope you will be in the rivers and lakes in the future, and don't deny it completely." ”

The old man put the old iron sword that his grandson was unwilling to take over, on the stone table in the courtyard, and then walked to the courtyard gate alone.

Song Fengshan asked in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man strode forward and said with a smile: "Grandpa's sword, which has been left in the waterhole under the waterfall for so many years, go get the sword!"

Until the old man's figure was far away, Song Fengshan stood in place, motionless.

The door of the courtyard slowly opened, and a young woman walked out and asked, "Don't you stop grandpa?"

Song Fengshan wiped away his tears, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the sword on the table, and smiled confidently: "Since we have already planned and everything is under control, don't you want to see one person and one sword, blocking the front of the battle, and the army will not advance? ”

The young woman wondered, "How did the old ancestor figure it out?"

Immediately, the woman was a little worried, "In the future, what our villa does, the ancestors may not like it." ”

Song Fengshan snorted coldly: "It's a big deal to let grandpa stab a few more swords, but when the time comes, it's really not good, just take out my father's sword, and see if the old man is reluctant to be ruthless!"

The woman quipped: "Yo, I haven't called grandpa for more than 20 years, but today the sun is coming out in the west, one bite at a time, and it is very smooth." ”

Song Fengshan glared back.

The young woman smiled.

She is actually a Da Li dead soldier, one day, when the Da Li horse's hooves step on the central territory of Aquarius, she can hang out in a bright and bright way, the Tai Ping Li card issued by the Da Li court to the people on the mountain.

Song Fengshan knows this.

The next day, the meeting to elect the leader of the new martial arts alliance of the Comb Water Country was held as scheduled in Jianshui Villa.

On the road from a state city in the country of Soshui to the swordsmanship villa, the cavalry galloped, dusty, covering the sky and the sun.

In the army, there is a general wearing bright heavy armor, riding a high-headed horse, the corner of the man's mouth is smiling, raising his eyes to look into the distance, it can be said that he is full of ambition, after stepping on the bullshit Jianshui Villa, he is the first person to deserve the military exploits of the Combing Water Country.

The general's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Before the Great Army.

An old man in black, known as the Sword Saint of the Combing Water Country, took out his sword from the waterfall and stood in front of the army.

It's just that behind the old man, Yao Yao followed a young man with a sword on his back with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Before punching at the thousands of troops, the young man took off his sword-raising gourd, raised his head and drank a large sip of wine, happy and happy.