Lotus Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Zhao Chongshan sat cross-legged, and the qi on his body was tumbling like a tide. Behind the lotus pond, there are still withered lotus flowers, showing sharp corners from the water, and then slowly blooming. As soon as it blooms, it is the whole lotus pond.

Zhao Chongshan looked at the lotus flower in the pond behind him, and his heart was as calm as water.

In the last moments of my life, I did not regret that I wasted my time, nor was I ashamed of doing nothing, and so it was enough.

Zhao Chongshan turned around, looked at Hu Jinming with tears rippling in his eyes, and smiled lightly: "Little junior brother, after the senior brother leaves, this Kunlun will be handed over to you." ”

Hu Jinming began to cry and did not say a word.

Behind him, there stood a young Taoist of the same age, but who wanted to call him 'Uncle Shi'. The young man's name is 'Lin Jingnian', and he is the only apprentice in Zhao Chongshan's life.

In the sky, the light is magnificent, and the gate of heaven is slowly lowering. Zhao Chongshan's body suddenly made a long rainbow and flew to Tianmen.

"Little junior brother, if you go down the mountain in the future, remember to be domineering and grow a long face for our Kunlun. ”

The sound faded, and the vision in the sky slowly dissipated.

Hu Jinming knelt on the ground, crying silently

On the Lotus Peak, a young handsome Taoist priest who grew up on this peak, changed his outfit, cloud shoes and white socks, and pinned his hair in a bun with a red sandalwood hairpin engraved with a Tai Chi pattern at the end, and the wide and long-sleeved Taoist robe on his body was unusually new and noble, with two sword-shaped long belts sewn on the buttons of the Taoist robe, which is a unique decoration of Kunlun Zhangjiao.

The young Taoist priest lightly jumped onto the turtle camel monument and looked at the mist-shrouded Shinto staircase.

The sky is not high, but the heart is higher than the sky. The Tao is not big, but the favor is greater than the Tao.

My generation's cultivation is nothing more than cultivating the mind.

The twilight drum in the mountain sounds, the fog slowly dissipates, and the scenery of Lotus Peak is in full view. Hu Jinming stood up and looked away, stunned.

Hu Jinming went up the mountain for fifteen years, did not practice martial arts, did not practice the 'way of heaven', just rode cattle and herded cattle, alchemy and reading, aimless, just to relieve fatigue.

Feeding the yellow cranes on the top of the mountain is just fun, and the wind blows away the fog just to see the scenery outside the mountain.

This is Hu Jinming's 'avenue'.

On the lotus peak, there was suddenly a blue light surging again.

The youngest master in Kunlun's history didn't speak, just spit out the long qi in his chest.

"I don't seek the Tao, but the Tao comes naturally. ”

Take a step, this step is ten zhang away, directly out of the turtle camel monument, step out of the lotus peak.

The seventy-two peaks of Kunlun were surging with clouds and mist, rushing to the Lotus Peak together. There was a yellow crane in the sky that screamed, supporting Hu Jinming, who was about to fall off the cliff.

Hu Jinming stepped on the back of the yellow crane and soared to 90,000 miles.

Lin Jingnian stood on the peak, stared blankly, and muttered: "Master, you really should stay and take a look, Uncle Xiao has stepped into the 'Xuanzun'." ”

On this day, on Kunlun, the old head of the sect Zhao Chongshan turned into a rainbow and soared; on this day, on Kunlun, the new head of the sect Hu Jinming, held the 'Zhan Lu Sword' and stepped into the 'Xuanzun'

In Zhongzhou City, the vengeful 'Fu Dao Master' Pu Jia is already red-eyed. Even so, it still failed to hurt Bai Qi in the slightest.

Bai Lu and Kumu were already covered in blood, and they fell to the side, gasping for breath.

Pu Jia was stubbornly supported, and her eyes were like a sharp knife, hanging over Bai Qi's head. Bai Qi was slightly angry, but out of respect for Wei Wuji, he still didn't kill Pu Jia in the end.

"Go away, I will not kill you, nor will I keep you a slave. ”

After Bai Qi finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Pu Jia pounced desperately again. Bai frowned slightly, and struck the fly hundreds of meters with one palm.

The previous concession caused a bloody wound to be drawn on the back of Bai Qi's hand.

Bai Qi, who was born with a 'love for hands' quirk, finally became angry: "Since you seek death, I will fulfill you." ”

With a wave of his hand, a sword qi volleyed into the air. Pu Jia collapsed to the ground, her red clothes becoming more and more vivid, and she couldn't tell whether it was her original color or blood.

The sword qi struck, and Wei Pujia closed her eyes in despair

Kunlun Mountain.

The seventy-two peaks of the sea of clouds, for some reason, turned out to be like a tide, surging. The sea of clouds was like seventy-two white dragons, surging towards the main peak of Kunlun.

Hundreds of yellow cranes flew in from the sky, soaring and circling.

On Kunlun Mountain, the waterfall that flows straight down is like a divine help, the low end is lifted and straightened, leading to the lotus peak adjacent to the only one young Taoist who practices the way of heaven, the waterfall is like a white practice across the sky, tens of thousands of Taoist people see this scene, as if they are in a fairyland, more silent, a huge Kunlun Mountain, almost a needle can be heard.

Who is the bridge crossed?

Lin Jingnian saw with his own eyes that the Zhanlu sword sheath flew out of the Taixu Palace, and rushed to the Lotus Peak along the water bridge on the top of the two peaks, Hu Jinming sat on the peak in a daze, and muttered to himself: "Today's release, it is better to go to Zhongzhou." ”

The Zhan Lu sword swirled around Hu Jinming, like a close friend, cheering.

A yellow crane flew on its own, picked up Hu Jinming, and flew down Kunlun Mountain.

The yellow crane shuttles through the clouds, sweeping through the Hangu Pass of the Xiongcheng of the Qin State, and the momentum is majestic. It flew straight down and crossed the sky over the Song Kingdom.

The Song Kingdom is prosperous, and there is a building named 'Yellow Crane', which stands on the bank of the river. The wings and corners are rugged and heroic. There was once a poet who left a famous passage: 'The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is empty here'.

The king of the Song Dynasty is Yaxing today, drinking and writing poems in the Yellow Crane Tower. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a miraculous yellow crane flying from west to east, and when I fixed my eyes and looked at it again, I saw a young Taoist priest sitting on it, not losing the demeanor of an immortal.

The smoke is vast, and the yellow crane sweeps over the yellow crane tower. King Song took a sip of wine and muttered to himself: "My generation witnessed this scene, and it was in vain to live this life. ”

Zhongzhou is not the old place, but there are old people.

Jiangnan is good, and the most beautiful is red. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the old people and old scenes are old.

Hu Jinming pinched his fingers and calculated, and his brows suddenly furrowed. Tapping the scabbard, the Zhan Lu sword stretched for thousands of miles, crossed a long rainbow in the sky, and flew straight out.

The white sword qi was about to penetrate Wei Pujia's eyebrows, but he suddenly saw the famous sword of Zhan Lu, coming from outside the sky.

There were words that came with the sound of the divine sword: "Bai Qi, you dare!"

The yellow crane flew quickly, and the young Taoist priest fell to the ground like a meteor, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Wei Pujia.

The sword qi was like a dragon, and it actually blew Bai Qi away for several miles, retreating again and again.

Bai Lu and Kumu were dumbfounded, and said blankly: "Could it be that the masters of the upper class are distracted?"

Wei Pujia had red eyes, didn't look over, didn't look at the Kunlun New Sect Leader who was angry for the first time in her life, and said as if a little girl was angry: "What a master, it's just a stinky Taoist priest from Kunlun Mountain." ”

The young master who was not afraid of Bai Qi at all would reveal a cramped uneasiness that made Bai Lu and Kumu puzzled.

The yellow crane flapped its wings lightly and blew off countless cinnamon seeds.

Wei Pujia, who never looked at Hu Jinming, said in a deep voice: "What are you doing in Zhongzhou!?"

Hu Jinming's face flushed and he didn't say a word. Bai Lu looked at him and wondered, "This young master, is his skin too thin." ”

After a long time, Hu Jinming had the courage to say: "That year at Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane. ”

Wei Pujia didn't answer, always turning her back to the 'coward' in front of her.

Hu Jinming took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Wei Pujia, I like you, believe it or not, there is no one in this world who likes you more than me." ”

"In the next life, I still like you. ”

Hu Jinming leaned down and picked up the bloodied pujia.

"Wherever you want to go, I'll accompany you. ”

Bai Qi walked slowly, his face full of question marks. His 'Killing God Building' has always been a bloody killing place, why did he come here today to talk about love.

Pu Jia looked at Bai Qi, and stretched out her left index finger slightly: "You help me kill him." ”

Hu Jinming didn't think about it, and the Zhan Lu sword he held tightly, Qinghui soared straight into the sky.

Zhan Lu Sword and Zhao Si Sword, one hundred and forty-nine more moves, the sword in Bai Qi's hand opened and closed, and in the one hundred and fiftieth move, Hu Jinming was blown back, covered in blood.

"I can't beat him. ”

Wei Pujia laughed unprecedentedly, and her autumn eyes completed two small crescents. She hugged Hu Jinming's neck and smiled softly: "Forget it, I won't be angry with you." ”

On this day, Wudang was in charge of teaching Hu Jinming, rode a crane to Zhongzhou, and fought with Bai Qi, although he was defeated. The cultivation was lost, but he rode back to Kunlun with Wei Pujia.

Bai Lu and Kumu also retreated.

Bai Qi, who had lost nearly thirty percent of his cultivation, looked at Hu Jinming's distant back, shook his head, and smiled helplessly.

"That's it. ”