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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Spring.

On the side of the long pavilion of the ancient road, the green mountains reflect each other.

The red ink dyes the blue screen, and the white smoke condenses the immortals.

A mountain stone path extends to the top of the mountain, and there are no trees on the top of the mountain, but gray hemp stones, and there is a small pavilion on the top of the mountain, which is very simple, and if it rains, the inside of the pavilion will definitely float into the rain. The pavilion is also extremely simple, a rough stone table, on the stone table there is a broken green leaf falling on the table with the wind, and there is a stone bench made of stone piers in the north and south directions, only two, not four.

The east side of the mountain is actually near the sea, and when you look down, you will find that the east side of the mountain is as steep as a knife cut. And the balustrade on one side of the pavilion is almost in line with the mountain wall. And on the rough railing sat a woman in a Taoist costume.

The woman in this costume looked from a distance, one foot hanging in the sea breeze outside the cliff, and her black hair did not stop for a moment, and kept flying. But the flying black hair made her feel even more lonely and cold in the sea breeze.

When you get closer, you will find that although she is not very beautiful, she has an extremely clean face, and her face is extremely white, which at first glance looks like sword white and snow white. The most attractive thing is the pointed chin and the pair of eyes that are not too big but extraordinarily sharp. The eyes are not as clear as Ye Qingxue's tranquility and the depth of seeing through everything, not like the prudence and agility of the void spirit, not like the innocence and perseverance of Yan Luoniang, but a kind of coldness and pride from the bones.

Her pride and coldness seem to be innate, without half decoration.

Where the sea and the sky meet, the waves are turbulent and reflect a golden scale glow, and suddenly more than a dozen points of spiritual light fly by, and at first glance it looks like it has come out of the waves. A dozen points of spiritual light have arrived in front of the cliff in a blink of an eye, and the spiritual light has dissipated and turned into thirteen people, all of whom are strange and handsome, and they are extraordinary people at a glance.

Standing in the middle was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, he looked so old, but he had no years of cultivation, and only he knew his true age. Others are scattered in a semicircle, male and female.

The young man standing in the middle looked at the woman sitting on the railing of the pavilion on the cliff, secretly casting a spell to check the depth of her mana, but the spell came out, but the woman slowly disappeared, just like an ink painting soaked in the water, sinking into the water and disappearing. He was shocked, and hurriedly clasped the Locking Heaven Ring in his hand, and just as he put away the spell to probe the depth of the woman's mana, the woman appeared on the railing of the pavilion again, still sitting there quietly, one leg hanging in the sea breeze outside the pavilion, black hair flying, and he didn't look at them, as if he didn't know that someone was coming, and as if he didn't take them in his eyes at all.

The pupils in the eyes of the young man in the middle shrank, and he said slowly: "The sword immortal in the world is out of Luofu, and a sword light is cold in Luzhou." The wind and snow appeared in the sky, and a flame drank blood feud. ”

The first two sentences refer to Luofu, and the last two sentences refer to Luofu's Lichen, Lichen uses a remote light sword, and the wine in the wine gourd hanging around her waist is extremely strong, even if a cultivator drinks it, it is like drinking flames, and those with low mana may even burn to death. Therefore, the wine was also named Flame Wine, and the words "Blood Feud" have a lot of meaning.

Since Lichen chased Chen Jing out of the mountain, she did not go back, but wandered in the world, her wandering is not to look everywhere, but to go to a place to fight, where she will be bloody, after she kills, she must raise her head to drink a sip of flame wine, step on the clouds and go with the wind, when she looks up and drinks, she never cares about the many hateful eyes.

After the young man finished saying this, he didn't stop, followed by a sentence: "Luofu is out of the dust, and it really deserves its name." ”

The others just looked vigilantly at the woman who seemed to be distracted from the railing, and there was anger in their hearts, although they were not well-known in the land of Kyushu, but they had the name of scattered immortals in this part of the South China Sea.

"The South China Sea is scattered, but that's it."

The woman sitting on the railing of the small pavilion on the cliff replied with her head sideways, and her other hand had already gone to untie the quaint gourd on her waist.

The Si Sanxian refers to four people, and only one of the thirteen people is a person in the Si San, that is, the young man in the middle, named Yujing Sanren. The others are all Taoist friends who talk about the Tao together on weekdays, and today they are here to go to the covenant of the fighting method of leaving the dust.

Li Chen had already opened the gourd as he spoke, raised his head to drink, his bloodless lips pursed the gourd's mouth, the gourd was raised high, obviously there was not much wine in the gourd.

However, at the moment when she sipped her gourd mouth and drank, the thirteen people who were originally standing far away turned into spiritual light at the same time and disappeared into the void. Yujing Sanren raised his hand, and a golden magic ring appeared in the palm of his hand, and then printed and pressed in the void, and the magic ring seemed to be embedded in the void.

Lichen didn't seem to be aware of it, but there was an extra frost blade between the index finger and the middle finger. The direction of the frost blade just casually pointed at Yujing Sanren, but he was shocked, he only felt a fierce murderous aura penetrate the center of his eyebrows. As soon as he mentioned his heart, he hurriedly recited the spell, the corners of his lips trembled, and the golden light on the magic ring was sheng, shrouding the Yujing Sanren in the golden light, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only a golden ring in the void, and then the golden magic ring flashed out of thin air, appearing in the sky above the pavilion, and then the void trembled, sending out a string of bell sounds, and the golden ring had expanded, covering the pavilion.

At the same time, a voice echoed in the void: "Haha, Lichen, you are too proud, under my Heaven Locking Array, see how you get out." ”

As he spoke, twelve points of spiritual light appeared around the edge of the golden ring that turned into a circle of golden light, and the spiritual light was attached to the golden light, and the wind and clouds protruded, and the clouds appeared out of thin air outside the golden ring, and the wind rose from all sides, however, there was no wind in the golden ring, and the black hair that was originally flying from the dust suddenly fell, and at the moment when her hair fell, her jade hand waved, and a frost blade flew out between her fingers.

The white light flew away in the golden ring, blood splattered, and the golden light suddenly dispersed, turning into a golden ring and falling again. At the same time, the manifestation of the Yujing Sanren was no longer a living person, but a corpse with a separate body. The other twelve scattered and fled, and as they fled for their lives, the dust in the pavilion rose up to a white cloud in the sky, and she still looked up and drank, as if she had not finished the previous sip of wine.

The wind blew her black hair, blew her robes, and blew the white clouds into the distance, and she didn't even glance at the twelve people who fled for their lives. I didn't even look at the locking ring that fell on the pavilion.

The twelve monks of the South China Sea turned around, and the dust had disappeared without a trace.

Lichen was quite disappointed in her heart, she had traveled around the earth all these years, and there was only one purpose, which was to hone her Dao heart and swordsmanship, but although she had been to many places over the years, there were fewer and fewer people who could really make her fight with all her might, and there were almost no in the past year. She heard that there were many scattered immortals in the sea area, so she came to this South China Sea and made an appointment to fight the four scattered immortals in the South China Sea, but there was only one Yujing Sanren who came, but the Yujing Sanren disappointed her, so she lost interest in the other three scattered immortals.

"Go back, it's been many years since you came out." Lichen thought in her heart, of course she knew that she was not invincible in the world and could not find an opponent, but that she had already broken away from the public level. Normally, the little god in the mountains can't let her have the idea of making a move. And the disciples of the various sects have also been pulled behind her, she knows that if she still wants to find someone to fight, she can only go to the great gods in the world's famous mountains and rivers, but those gods who are entrenched in mountains and rivers or big cities are not easy to move. In addition to a few, there is only one way to challenge the elders or heads of the various Xuanmen sects.

She suddenly had a feeling of loneliness, the world was lonely, there were no friends, no enemies, and nothing to look forward to.

However, just as she was thinking about returning to the mountain gate to cultivate, a little spiritual light flew from the sky, and this spiritual light was extremely fast, as if shuttling through the yin and yang void. Lichen frowned slightly, in this frowning time, that bit of spiritual light had arrived in front of her, she reached out in the void and grabbed it, that little spirit had fallen into her palm, it was a small sword with cold light, the small sword seemed to be made of ice, and it melted as soon as it fell into her hand, but a line of golden characters appeared in her hand.

"Return to Luofu quickly."

This is Luofu's unique flying sword message, people in the world only know that Luofu's flying sword message is the fastest, but they don't know that this flying sword message also has a level, and Lichen received the highest level of the head of the sword talisman.

She raised her head and took a sip of wine, the wine gourd had not yet left her lips, the person had disappeared into the wind, only the white cloud scattered with the wind, and there was no trace.

When a person has a clear purpose in acting whenever and wherever he acts, then it can be said that the person is truly mature, and has matured within the rules set by his predecessors. The people between the mortals and the earth have grown up little by little since they were born, and the adults must have instilled their own yearning in the minds of their children. These things are instilled either fame, profit, or benevolence and morality. No matter what it is, there is nothing wrong or right, only layers of shackles. When a person's actions and thoughts are judged by what is wrong and what is right, it is in itself putting an invisible shackle on a person. ”

This was a sudden appearance in Chen Jing's mind, and at the same time, there was another picture. In the picture, the old swordsman walked in front, Chen Jing followed behind, surrounded by people, busy people, they seemed to not be able to see the old swordsman and Chen Jing, shouting to themselves, their faces were either full of passion, or sad and sad, but no matter what kind of expression, they couldn't hide the tiredness in the depths of their eyes. Chen Jing couldn't hear their words, but he felt them.

"They are earthly dogs and horses, enslaved by all kinds of **. It's the same with practitioners. ”

"So, what about you?"

"Me too." The old swordsman replied, his voice as rough as grains of sand.

This is the first time that Chen Jing recalled what the old swordsman said and there was a picture at the same time, and in the past, he either suddenly remembered a sentence, or there was only a quiet silent picture. He didn't know what kind of thing the old swordsman was enslaved by, and he was a little confused, confused about the meaning of his existence in this world.