Wei Yan chatted a little more, but he didn't want to reveal more, the calligraphy and painting were blank, and the conversation was the same.

Dressed in white, he swept the wind in the air, floating in the sea of clouds and mountain winds.

After Wei Yan left Luoluo Mountain, he slowed down, twisted up a cloud of qi with his hands, pinched a snowball, continued to increase the weight, and finally hugged his hands together, squeezed hard, and finally Wei Yan had an extra white ball the size of a pebble in his palm, he found one of the sources of the Longxu River in the small town in the air, and threw it lightly at the mountain stream, the white ball fell into it, and soon a herring swallowed it into its belly, and then went down the river, out of the mountain, the green ox back, the stone arch bridge, the blacksmith shop, and then from the waterfall at the junction of the Longxu River and the Tiefu River, and fell down with the rapid current。

The river is surging, time passes, on the bank of the Tiefu River where no one is around, on the old willow tree whose main trunk is out of the water, the iron Fu River water god named Yang Hua is sitting on the willow tree, closing her eyes and concentrating, the woman Jiang Shen who covers her face with armor suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and a live herring was grabbed by her hand, she pointed to the blade of the knife, cut open the belly of the herring, and then found the white ball full of aura, she gently wiped her thumb, and first sent the "letter" The abdomen of the herring fish was re-sutured, and it slid into the river from the palm of her hand, and after the herring fish entered the water, it was very cheerful, and the scales seemed to have more luster and luster.

Yang Hua lowered her head and stared at the white ball in the palm of her hand, which was mixed with the wisps of cloud root breath, precious and abnormal, for any river god, this is a great supplement, in the eyes of the gods of mountains and rivers, there are also their own mountain delicacies, water spirits, cloud roots, etc., all of which are condensed into essence by the ethereal mountain and water gas, to the turnips, which is like the dragon slaying platform for the divine weapon, the snake gallstone for the dragon genus of the evil species, the significance is extraordinary.

Yang Hua raised her head and looked, in the clouds, faintly, there was a man in white standing on the top of the mountains, with a golden ring hanging from one ear.

She had been here before, and she had seen this person and Xu Qiao, one of the gatekeepers of the Dali family, riding the black snake with a mediocre path, going retrograde along the river and going to the mountains. But Yang Hua didn't expect that this Wei Yan would become the god of Dali Beiyue, and his rank was far above her.

Yang Hua doesn't know why Wei Yan wants to show kindness to himself, and his position is unstable, so he needs to win people's hearts?

Yang Hua sneered, clenched her fists, and without hesitation, she pinched and exploded the white ball in her palm, and all the spiritual energy flowed into her body, her hair was flying, and the river under her feet was rippling, as if she was happy with the increase in her master's cultivation.

Wei Yan retracted his gaze overlooking the Tiefu River and returned to his old lair, Phiyun Mountain.

Yufeng passed by the mountains, and occasionally there were qi practitioners at his feet to say hello, Wei Yan used to answer with a smile, but today he is not in this mood.

He just came to an iron-locked rope bridge hanging on the top of two mountain peaks, unfinished, wide enough for two carriages to pass, no matter how strong the wind in the mountain gorge is, it will only shake the rope bridge slightly, how strong the wind is, the magnitude of the rope bridge's subsequent shaking, the Mo family qi practitioners, craftsmen, and mechanics who are responsible for building the bridge will have a hard requirement, and will never cut corners. The green ebony wood that lays the bridge deck is extremely tough, and the sword cultivation of the lower five realms slams a blow with all its might, at most a hole is pierced in the bridge deck, and the iron lock is made of high-grade fine iron.

After all, at the foot of the mountain, a century-old store is a gold-lettered signboard, and on the mountain of eternal life, more than 500 years old, you dare to talk about time-honored brands.

When the white-clothed mountain god walked on the jet-black bridge, the contrast was stark, and it made people feel more and more "majestic".

Wei Yan stopped, held the bridge railing with one hand, and looked up.

He knew that at least half of the reason why he was able to become the righteous god of Dali Beiyue was because of the man who wore a hat and a bamboo knife.

Because Da Li found that it was only after meeting that person that he inexplicably broke the ban and returned to the mountain god of Qidun Mountain from the desolate land lord.

It was the credit of that bamboo knife, and Wei Yan himself didn't understand it until a long time after the fact. As time passed, Wei Yan gradually appreciated the unusualness of his golden body.

Can a bowl hold a jar of water? Of course not. Even if he used to be the Beiyue Zhengshen of the Shenshui Country, he was originally a superior god who could hold a lot of incense, but he was later imprisoned by the chess immortals with supreme supernatural powers, but if he wanted to accept all the incense and aura of a Dali Beiyue realm, when Wei Yan had just left Qidun Mountain, he felt that it was impossible, it was too self-conscious, it was not easy to say that the grasshopper shook the tree, but it was definitely a child's hammer and iron, and sooner or later it would damage the muscles and bones and destroy the vitality at all.

But now, Wei Yan's control of more than 30 mountains is simply at his fingertips.

Therefore, Wei Yan is willing to give himself the greatest kindness to Chen Ping'an, and is willing to take him to walk in the landscape, similar to pasting the signature of Dali Beiyue on the young man.

The first is that Chen Ping'an is not annoying, the second is to repay Ah Liang, and the third is that Ah Liang may return to the world.

The third reason is the biggest.

Wei Yan was very afraid that if Ah Liang really returned to this world, once he felt that he had not done it properly, then a bamboo knife in Qidun Mountain would be able to make his realm climb thousands of miles, and I was afraid that a bamboo knife in Piyun Mountain would have to beat him back to his original form. If it was Wei Bai in Qidun Mountain, he wouldn't care so much, but now Wei Bai can't do it.

Because of the girl who practiced in the Changchun Palace of Dali.

Wei Yan turned his head to look north, looked at the far north of Dali, narrowed his eyes, and whispered: "You must live well, you don't like reading people anymore in this life, reading people are the most obsessive people." ”

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Outside the bamboo building on Luoluo Mountain, I heard the story far away in the sky, and the little boy in Tsing Yi thought about eating an ordinary snake gallstone to suppress the shock.

The little boy in Tsing Yi chewed the snake gallstone, thinking of the sad appearance of Chen Ping'an turning his head to look at the bamboo building before, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect our master to cry, he is really a man of temperament, just listening to a story that has nothing to do with himself is so moved, I believe that the master will be very exciting in the future." When the road saw that it was uneven, she roared, and she promised to save the little lady, and the old man turned into a little white strip in the waves......"

The boy in Tsing Yi has imagined Chen Ping'an's rivers and lakes to be extremely fragrant and charming, and the more he thinks about it, the happier he becomes.

The girl in the pink skirt was still immersed in the previous shock, her expression was complicated, her heart was uneasy, and she asked softly to the boy in Tsing Yi: "You said that the demon clan in the world is so cruel and tyrannical, why are we here in the vast world, and we can still be at peace with the immortals on the mountain? Why don't the Qi Practitioners simply kill us?"

The boy in Tsing Yi thought about it and replied casually: "I probably think we are just a piece of dog shit on the side of the road, and we don't like dirty shoes." ”

The girl in the pink dress was skeptical, and she couldn't think of a unique opinion that could convince her, so she had to keep this worry and anxiety in her heart for the time being.

Wei Yan had already left, Chen Ping'an did not rush to get up and return to the bamboo building, and sat quietly on the small bamboo chair alone, the mountain breeze in early spring was still cold, blowing the young man's sideburns and hair flying wantonly.

Wei Yan said with a smile before leaving, "It is rumored that Ah Liang is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength." ”

Chen Ping'an clearly remembered the first time they met by the Tiefu River, someone held a hat in one hand and patted the handle of the bamboo knife with the other, and said suspiciously, "For the time being, I can't find a sword worthy of me, and I use it to humiliate the people who use knives in the world." ”

Wei Yan also said, "Some people say that he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteen Realms, and when he fought with the Great Demon at that time, the sword he used was not the best, but he was used to it, and he was reluctant to change it." After smashing, he naturally needs to change to a better sword!"

"Just imagine, if you can find a weapon that makes Ah Liangdu feel that you can take advantage of it, or even find a certain sword that can help the master improve the combat power of a realm, one is enough, and you only need to increase one realm. Then he is the peak combat power of the Fourteen Realms! As a sword cultivator, when the time comes, he may be able to fight against the three sect ancestors, the Dao Ancestors, the Buddhas, and the Holy Ancestors!"

"I can't imagine what kind of Ah Liang will be at that time after finding that sword?"

After Wei Yan said the last sentence, he left, full of anticipation and admiration, like a small mountain bag looking up at a majestic mountain.

Walking into the landscape painting scroll of Master Wensheng, Chen Ping'an slashed out the sword.

Chen Ping'an only now knows what Ah Liang has given up.

That rainy night, I walked down the hill with Ah Liang.

"You took what I thought was in the bag. ”

"If you don't have the ability to carve two or three words there in the future, see if I don't cut you. ”

Chen Ping'an didn't understand what these words that were spoken lightly by the man on the hat at that time meant. Because Ah Liang said it very lightly, the boy didn't know the real weight at all.

The boy didn't know how good that sword was at the time.

I don't know how strong Ah Liang was at that time.

If Chen Ping'an knew about this early before leaving, then before Ah Liang left, he would definitely ask the fairy sister who was incarnated by the sword spirit first, and ask her if she could change the master, that man's name was Ah Liang, he was a swordsman, and he was a very good person.

Ah Liang didn't say it, and the boy didn't know.

Ah Liang left, and the boy knew.

Such a good Aliang.

How stupid.

Why does he call himself a bad person?

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a long time before he stood up and walked towards the bamboo building, and the boy in Tsing Yi asked in a low voice: "Master, are you okay? Besides, that swordsman with a strange name, no matter how powerful he is, he doesn't have anything to do with us for half a copper coin, this kind of person must be three-headed and six-armed, fierce and vicious, see gods and kill gods, see immortals and kill immortals, even if I have the opportunity to meet this kind of person, I don't want to see it, it's too terrible, I guess I can sneeze casually, and I can blow my shape and bones with a mouthful of wind......"

Chen Ping'an patted the head of the little boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "I'm fine." ”

He came to the second floor, held the locust wooden sword, walked to the corridor under the eaves, raised it high towards the dome of the canopy, and said two words in his heart.

"I'm a swordsman. ”

"That's it. ”

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