Ye Junlin broke the flood with a sword, and the entire Kunlun was shocked.

I thought it would be more convenient to go up the mountain to learn a few tricks of fist embroidery, and to bully men and women in the future. After all, when Ye Jun was in Jinyang, his reputation was as good as that of the four princes with bad deeds.

This 'broken flood' is like a resounding slap in the face.

'Snap' and slammed it in the faces of those who looked down on him.

Kunlun has been in Kunlun for thousands of years, and he can break the flood with a sword, but he is in charge of Zhao Chongshan alone. Moreover, Zhao Chongshan swung two swords in a row.

At the top of Lingxiao Peak, Lao Wu held a glass of turbid wine, leaving two lines of tears on his face.

A hundred years of life, when you can be halfway into the ground, you can accept this good apprentice, although you die in this life, you have no regrets.

Zhao Chongshan looked at the split waterfall and smiled, but Hu Jinming sighed slightly.

"General Wei. Zhao Chongshan turned his head and looked at Wei Wuji, his face mild.

Wei Wuji leaned over and said, "What do you command?"

"In this life, the old man has no children and no daughters, and he has not even found a disciple of the inheritance. After Zhao Chongshan finished speaking, his expression was worried, and he rolled up his sleeves and drank a glass of wine: "Fortunately, in the end, I finally met a satisfied disciple." ”

Wei Wuji rolled his eyes, a question mark on his face, "And then?"

Zhao Chongshan smiled and said embarrassedly: "I hope General Wei can take him out for a walk, look at the suffering in this world, and add a little more love for the people. ”

Wei Wuji nodded, bowed down and gave a military salute: "Don't worry, Wei Wuji is duty-bound." ”

Lao Wu smiled, and the wine glass knocked Zhao Chongshan's head: "You dead child, you have to rob the apprentice with the old man when you come." ”

Zhao Chongshan smiled, and Hu Jinming was shocked.

Looking at the entire Qingxiao, how many people dare to slap Zhao Chongshan's head

Sunny days during the winter solstice.

Kunlun Mountain, which is sunny after the snow, reflects the warmth of the sun and shines brightly.

A carriage stopped in front of the archway of 'Kunlun Dangxing', on which sat two stunning women. One of them was dressed in red, like a raging fire, and the other was dressed in goose yellow, quite the style of a small jasper.

Hu Jinming hid behind a dead tree, rode a green ox, and peeked a few times from time to time.

The corners of the woman in red's mouth curled slightly, and then she sighed again.

The wheels turned, and the thick snow ran over a rut.

Hu Jinming watched the carriage disappear into the endless snow before reluctantly turning around.

Zhao Chongshan stood behind him and smiled at him.

Hu Jinming was startled, clutched his chest and complained: "Brother Zhang, I don't want you to be so scary." ”

Zhao Chongshan turned his head, remembered a small incident many years ago, and quipped: "Little junior brother, you have been close to General Wei in the past six months, why, you are reluctant to let this girl in red surnamed Wei? If Senior Brother is not mistaken, that female doll was also wrapped in a red body on a snowy day, and your eyes are straight." ”

Hu Jinming smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, you are making fun of me again, I was only fourteen years old at that time, what can I understand." ”

Zhao Chongshan smiled and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Hu Jinming, who never remembered his age, pinched his fingers very carefully and calculated: "Twenty-two?"

Zhao Chongshan smiled playfully: "Then you clearly remember that it was this girl you saw at the age of fourteen." ”

Hu Jinming stopped talking, raised his head and looked at the sky, continued to be in a daze, and the green ox under him shook a large piece of snow with a 'moo'.

In the snow, a young man and a teenager strolled. Where they passed, they left two lines of shallow footprints.

Wei Wuji and Ye Junlin are both dressed in ordinary cotton clothes, sachets and jade space rings, both placed on the mountain, with a breeze on their sleeves, and their pockets are cleaner than the snow on the ground.

The only thing that stood out was the sword on their backs.

"Second Brother Wei, where are we going?"

"Go out for a walk, see the hardships of the people in this world, and come back so that you can investigate the 'Xuanhuang' in one fell swoop. ”

Ye Junlin smiled, not speaking, as long as it was beneficial to cultivation, even if it was a sea of swords and fire, he would go head-on.

From Kunlun Mountain to the south, over 100,000 mountains, through the 'Yaoguang Tianji', through 33,000 miles, then into the territory of Shu.

The mountains and mountains of Shu are steep, the roads are rugged, and the difficulty of the Shu road is difficult to go to the blue sky.

Ye Junlin and Wei Wuji, sleeping all the way, traveled thousands of miles a day, and finally arrived in Shu at noon three days later.

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

The first place to enter Shu is the world's famous pass - Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, entrenched between the two mountain ranges, if you want to overcome, you don't have to cultivate in the Xuanzun realm, you don't even have to think about it.

The pass is built by the mountain, located in the north and south shortcuts, the plaque is written for the people of the world, the merchants come and go in an endless stream, the market on both sides of the city gate road is very lively, although there are many soldiers here, but it does not affect its prosperity at all.

When you enter the city, you will be greeted by a huge ring.

The ring was made of rough stones and cobblestones, cracks, moss, and rubble, and many children who lived near Seki Castle chased and played on it, and they were very lively.

A sturdy man in Tsing Yi, with a red cloth ribbon around his waist, stared at the tiger, carried a military standard horse chopping knife, the tip of the knife cut the ground, and he entered the ring with such a momentum, snorted coldly, stabbed the big knife into the ground, and stood around his chest.

Ye Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly, the qi in his chest began to appear, and he looked at the man in Tsing Yi.

The man's cultivation is only a 'middle-level Xuan King', but the murderous aura exuded from his body is no different from that of a master.

I don't crawl around in the pile of dead people for several years, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to sharpen such a murderous aura.

The adults cautiously bypassed the burly man and grabbed their children out of the ring, a naughty child was as slippery as a loach, the child's mother was in her early twenties, and the wind and sand in Shu were rough, I never thought that this young woman's skin was like oil, and her slender waist and small feet could not catch up with the stubborn child.

Under the ring, the businessmen and the local people laughed, and some of the green-skinned scoundrels who were old and had not yet warmed the bed of the woman gathered together to gnaw red dates, and even spit out the jujube kernels and teased, making the little lady's face red.

The dead child passed by the strong man with the sword, and the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, so he reached out to touch the blade, but was glared at by the man's fierce god, and was so frightened that he froze in place, and cried.

The little lady with an excellent posture hurriedly hugged the child, and said softly and apologetically, and did not dare to speak timidly.

The black-faced man in his thirties turned red for no reason, and when he saw the little lady in front of him, he finally created a masterful image with a straight face, and he broke his success all of a sudden, and those scoundrels in the market were even more wild.

Whether it is a big man, or a traveling businessman, even if it is those scoundrels, at most they are just making fun of words and making a verbal bargain.

It doesn't hurt or itch, and the smile is gone.

But one turned around, the other lifted the birdcage, and the dead fat man who led the yellow dog, but he stepped forward and pinched the little lady's wrist.

"Such a beloved, why don't you go home with me?"

When the dead fat man's voice fell, the group of dog minions around him immediately burst into bursts of laughter.

Wei Wuji's fists clenched slightly, and the qi in his chest loomed