readx;? On this day in March, the Yanhuang Domain seemed to be scorched by a little flame and boiled, the messenger did not want money to be consumed frantically, and the small-character cultivators rushed to tell each other, and the always mysterious intelligence organization was as lively as a market for ordinary people selling Chinese cabbage at this time, and some of the scenes that made people laugh implied the shock of the entire cultivation world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the small building, the cultivators of Yashan Danqing were carefully tracing the outline of a young man on snow-white rice paper.

The young man was slender and dressed in a jet-black robe of extreme simplicity, standing upright, two swords sticking out of the wide cuffs. His hair is black and white, haphazardly tied up by a headband, but a few strands of hair hang down in front of his forehead, giving this solemn picture a little lively.

The young man looked handsome, smiling, and showed two tiger teeth. His eyebrows were slightly raised, like a pair of sharp short swords, and the tip of the painter's pen hung over the pupils under the eyebrows.

He was the most famous painter in the capital of the underworld, he painted the beauty of the most favored concubines in the court of the great underworld, the majesty of the smash hit ministers in the court, and the ferocity of the thugs who offered a reward in the book of life and death...... He has the pinnacle of cultivation, and the exercises he practices are also related to painting, and with just a few descriptions, he can draw a person's voice and smile, as if the soul is also on the page.

This time, he was invited by Yang Zhenzhongjin, the son of Shoufu, to paint a portrait of this young man named Ning Yan.

And he was puzzled at this time, he clearly remembered every detail that Yang Zhen had described, his appearance, clothing, temperament, and even the small habits in his speech and demeanor, but he still couldn't imagine what kind of gaze this young man should have.

Soft, sharp, cold, evil, crazy?

The artist thought back to the information about the boy and thought secretly in his heart.

At the age of sixteen, he defeated Meng Huan, who was at the pinnacle of the heavens, and reversed the weakness of Kunlun Snow Domain in the competition for tokens in one fell swoop. Then in just half a month, he broke through to the Tongtian Realm, and killed hundreds of cultivators in the Yin and Yang Stream led by Meng Huan of the Zhenzhi Open Heaven Realm with the power of one person, monopolizing most of the opportunities of a ruin, leaving only a few middle-of-the-road forces such as the Sword Pavilion of the Netherworld Alliance Huangquan Palace to share the soup. After returning to Kunlun Mountain, he was immediately named the Holy Son by the Snowy Sect Master.

Such a result has been unheard of in the Yanhuang Domain for thousands of years.

Even Meng Li and Bai Yuetan, who were previously known as the strongest talents in the Yanhuang Domain, were eighteen or nineteen years old when they broke through Tongtian. When he was able to fight with the powerhouse of the Open Heaven, he was more than twenty-five years old.

What made the painter even more faintly frightened was the young man's temperament, even if the more than 100 people had been reduced to unconscious puppets, watching the heads roll down one by one, and the splashing of bright red color filled the field of vision, it was enough to make too many people collapse.

And he stood silently on the corpse, snapping his fingers and slaughtering, unmoved.

In the artist's view, this can no longer be simply described as cruel or ruthless. This is the rebellion and resistance of teenagers.

Heaven and earth can be unkind, and so can people.

If that's all there is to it, then in Yang Gongzi's mouth, who should be that long-sleeved young man who is good at dancing and speaking gently?

"Even if there is an artistic conception that reaches the sky, it is difficult to understand people's state of mind......" The painter sighed, bowed his head and rubbed the sometimes hard and sometimes soft brushstrokes, but suddenly blessed his heart, and the tip of the pen turned a little in those empty eyes.

The painter laughed with his beard, very satisfied, and did not care that his hands were full of ink rubbed on his beard.

On the pale paper, the young man smiled, his eyes were black and white, and they were clearly two rounds of Tai Chi.

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Yang Zhen paid a lot of money to ask the painter to paint a portrait of Ning Yan in order to build momentum. As the only son of the first and auxiliary ministers, he has been immersed in officialdom since he was a child, and he is best at examining the situation and fishing in troubled waters. Now that Ning Yan has been born, his talent has reached the point of shocking the world, and in his opinion, it is bound to set off a storm.

Rather than letting public opinion be created by an intelligence organization thousands of miles away, it is better for him, a person who has personally participated in the snowy incident and dealt with Ning Yan, to control it. So he personally took action, asked the painter to paint a portrait of Ning Yan, copied thousands of copies and distributed them to intelligence agencies, and manipulated several intelligence organizations affiliated with the Great Immortal Domain to promote Ning Yan's legendary talent, first, to return Ning Yan's favor, so that he could make it easier for him to wander in the Yanhuang Domain in the future, and secondly, let the world think that he had a friendly relationship with Ning Yan, and the benefits of being tied to the first person in the Yanhuang Domain are self-evident.

Under the impetus of Yang Zhen with the help of the Great Immortal Official, Ning Zhen's name swept through the Yanhuang Domain cultivation world like a storm.

Ning Yan slaughtered the people and horses of the Yin and Yang Stream in the ruins, led the snow region to dominate the ruins, and was named the holy son of the snow region.

When Yin Yang Jian got the news, the 10,000 disciples in the sect were first incredulous, and then fell into madness!

Since the establishment of the Yin and Yang Stream, the snow region has been oppressed for eight hundred years, and every time the two compete with each other, they have taken the limelight, and it has almost become a practice for eight hundred years, how could they have thought that one day the snow region would be able to turn over!

They may be able to admit Bai Yuetan's talent, but Bai Yuetan is too young, and he will be suppressed by the true disciples of Yin Yang Stream, and this time the fourteenth true inheritance Meng Huan went to suppress Bai Yuetan and let the other senior brothers let go and fight.

But they never expected that this little kid named Ning Yan would shoot out his sword and kill Senior Brother Meng Huan and all the disciples who went to Yin Yang Stream!

They looked at the young man with demonic eyebrows on the portrait, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"This damn boy! If you don't break his body into pieces, it's hard to solve my head!" In the cafeteria, a young man suddenly got up and ravaged the drawing paper, slammed the rice bowl on it, and roared: "I am Meng Huan's own brother, and you have also been taken care of by Senior Brother Huan for many years, at this time, the sect is still hesitant not to go down the mountain to avenge Senior Brother Huan, are you just looking at it coldly!"

The disciples who were still angry were stunned, and what answered him was a long silence.

Limited to the unspoken rules of the Yanhuang Domain, the elders can't take action against the juniors at will, and Meng Huan, as a master of the dual cultivation of the Yin and Yang Stream, was still killed by Ning Yan after breaking through the opening of the sky, what courage did these disciples have to take revenge on Ning Yan?

The young disciple laughed miserably, turned around and went out, trampling over the rice soup that had been spilled on the ground and stepping on a string of messy footprints.

"Bamboo was killed. By the thief named Ning Di. ”

It can also be seen in the houses of the Yin and Yang Streams that its hierarchy is strict, the core of the outer door and the inner door are clearly distinguished, the more it is in the depths of the mountain stream, the more luxurious, and the deepest few caves can only be inhabited by Elder Fengtian.

At this time, a man with a slightly old face was holding a portrait in his hand, there was no expression on his face, but the portrait in his hand was torn into fine dust by the true qi leaking from his fingertips.

He wiped it from the Sumeru Stone and pulled out a teleportation talisman.

The two ends of the talisman are engraved on the rune paper, and the handwriting is transmitted in the causal line, and the other end of the messenger in the hand of the man who is beginning to age is implicated in the valley.

He is Meng Huan's biological father Meng Quan, in the early stage of cultivation, as an elder of Yin Yang Stream, it seems that the scenery is infinite, but he is already one hundred and sixty-six years old, and no matter how difficult it is to cultivate, his longevity will come to an end in less than thirty years.

Although a high-level cultivator is easily admired by a woman, he is selfish by nature and thinks that emotional matters delay his cultivation too much, so he does not marry until his cultivation stagnates.

Now twenty-eight years have passed, just when Meng Yinzhu and Zhu began to achieve the Yin and Yang Life and Death Illusion Dao, there was actually the bad news of Kunlun's death!

Even though Meng Quan didn't have much affection for Meng Yinzhu, he couldn't tolerate his son being killed like this!

Due to the rules, he couldn't make a move on Ning Yan, but he would never swallow his anger like this!

"I'll go find him!"

The strokes on the messenger were dismantled and reassembled into such a line of words, without intonation, but still with a resentful and vicious aura coming out of the paper.

Meng Quan can't do it, but Youhua has no scruples! She waited for a hundred years in the valley to give birth to this son for Meng Quan, and now that Yin Zhuzi is dead, she wants to let that hateful boy fall into the most gloomy illusion, until he is tortured to self-harm and die!

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The young man put down the scroll in his hand, smiled faintly, and said: "Master Lu Da really lives up to his reputation, his face is soft, his lips and teeth are evil, and his eyebrows are sharp, especially this eye, a pair of eyes that lead to heaven and two instruments really reveal the strange and impermanent temperament of the young man to the fullest. ”

"Senior brother......" The person opposite him frowned and looked at him, "This kid named Ning Yan killed so many of our junior disciples, and also robbed you of the name of the first person in talent, you don't resent him, can you still smile at his portrait?"

The young man asked rhetorically, "Why can't it?" Ning Yan's talent is indeed the best in the Yan Huang Domain, so why should I bother myself with this false name?"

He pointed to the hustle and bustle outside the window, "The entire Yanhuang Domain is talking about Ning Yan, not because of how powerful Ning Yan is at this time, but because his talent is so strong that it refreshes people's concepts, and allows the cultivators of the Yanhuang Domain to see the rise of a great era. It is not a good thing that one person can set off an era. ”

"As for him killing many of our juniors...... Although it is too desperate, it is also an inevitable injury of chance. There is no time for retribution. ”

The junior brother opposite him was speechless, he knew that the senior brother practiced the way of harmony between yin and yang, and it was difficult for his state of mind to be turbulent.

"Besides, if I am the only one who is a mediocre person to be called a genius, the Yanhuang Domain will inevitably be boring for a hundred years. In a big era, there must always be countless talents staggered in order to be wonderful. ”

The young man paused and said, "I won't take the initiative to provoke him, but if he dares to provoke my Yin Yang Stream, I will defeat him and get back all the blood shed by my junior disciples." ”

Feeling the absolute confidence in his words, the junior disciple opposite couldn't help but laugh and applaud.

"Ning Yan and Senior Brother are a full thirty years apart, and there is a gap between the realms. Under the crushing of absolute strength, what can he do if he is extremely talented, he is just a clown jumping off the beam, and he is just the opening joke that opens the curtain for the big era!"

"The protagonist of the times must be the senior brother Meng Li. ”

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"This little ancestor can make a fuss. In the Chenyuan Xuan, the couple in white put down the portrait in their hands and smiled at each other. They came to the Yanhuang Domain thanks to Ning Yan's rescue, and naturally they knew Ning Yan's excellence best, even if they wore a ragged robe and begged for seven years in the mortal world, they would eventually be a blockbuster.

There was another guest sitting in the Chenyuan Xuan, his physique was strong, his curly hair was scattered on the sweat towel on his shoulders, it was Mao Wangcai, the man who was full of wind.

He listened to the words from Merry Rou'er, or Ning Yan beside Merry Er, and came to Chenyuan Xuan, and relayed the situation in the snow region one by one, and the intelligence organization of the Yanhuang Domain knew nothing about Xue Wuqing, so Ning Yan could only send the message himself.

In the past seven years, he has been taken care of by Xuanyuan Chen and his wife, and he has asked for a lot of demon blood and magic weapons from Chenyuan Xuan, although it is not a debt to have a heavenly oath, but Ning Yan does not like to touch cause and effect, and now he can practice, which also means that he has to start repaying the money owed over the years, not only his own but also Lin Li, who always takes herbs from Chenyuan Xuan to eat.

The mind has no cause and effect, it is not ruthless, but the cause and effect outside the body are understood.

"It's good that Gongzi Lin can go back to the Ling Sheng Realm, otherwise my antique shop really can't afford to raise this foodie. Xuanyuan Chen said helplessly. Of course, he knew that Ning Yan came back from the word and on the one hand, he asked Xuanyuan Chen to lift the hiding of the Lu family, first, Lu Ziyi worshiped in the Kunlun Snow Domain, and second, the more Yin Yang Jian was killed by Ning Yan, the less pressure the Lu family might face, and his promise to exchange for the white jade token was completed, and Xuanyuan Chen no longer had to personally protect the Lu family.

After the husband and wife escaped from the land of Shura, they didn't want to set foot in the cultivation world again. This trip Ning Yan left Jinghua and entered the Yanhuang Domain, and Lin Li will return to the Lingsheng Realm, as soon as these two regulars leave, Xuanyuan Chen and Yunjing's Chenyuan Xuan will no longer have a direct connection with the cultivation world.

But as onlookers, they still look forward to seeing what kind of wonderful era should be set off by Ning Yan.

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In the Shushan Sword Pavilion, an old man sat cross-legged on a straw mat, with a portrait of a young man in front of him, and a long sword on his lap. The old man was wiping the blade of his sword with a red handkerchief. The strange thing is that every time the handkerchief in the old man's hand rubs the long sword, its color will lighten, from a rich crimson to a light red, while the sword body is still bright and seems to be dusty.

"Jian Qi, what kind of person do you think Ning Yan is?"

Li Jianqi thought for a while and said respectfully: "It's a magical person." ”

"Amazing?" the old man didn't look up, but narrowed his eyes slightly at the word.

"Why?"

Li Jianqi replied honestly: "Ning Yan's talent is too strong, and his heart is too strong, and his disciples can't see through him, so he thinks it's amazing." ”

The old man sneered: "Your so-called strong heart is not because he kills people without blinking?"

Li Jianqi shook his head, but he didn't know how to explain it.

The old man wiped the blade of the sword, threw away the handkerchief that had completely faded to white, and said casually, "If he comes...... Just follow the old rules. If you can't walk in front of me, you are not worthy to talk to me about swords. ”

Then he inserted the sword in his lap in the blank space of the portrait, only three points away from the young man's pale and slender neck. The old man drew his sword, and a crimson liquid gushed from the hole left in the drawing paper, like blood.