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Compared to Kunlun, Qianluo looks much smaller, compared to Kunlun's majesty and magnificence, Qianluo seems much quieter, if Kunlun is a big man, then Qianluo is a girl.

"Senior Sister Ye turned out to be so powerful, I knew she was so powerful before, but I didn't expect her to be so powerful."

In front of a grass hut on a hill in the middle of Qianluo Mountain, there was an old man in his fifties sitting on a piece of granite, next to which was a vine, not tall, looking very delicate, and the vine that was not long could be broken with a single fold. It's just that there are other plants around this vine.

Beside the old man sat a young man, who looked a little like him, and beside him was a young woman, with her hair coiled, and a little boy of two or three years old in her arms. The little boy fell asleep, and the young man and the young woman listened attentively to the old man's words.

No one answered, but the old man sighed with emotion: "I hid under the rocks back then, if it wasn't for my senior brother to save me, I would be dead now." This blink of an eye is forty years, Senior Sister Ye is known all over the world, Senior Brother Kunlun is a god, and I have already married a wife and had children, and my grandchildren have been born for three years. ”

"Creation, creation." He sighed twice, looked at his son and daughter-in-law, and then at his sleeping grandson, and sighed: "Let's stay here, there is no place to live outside the war." ”

The young man stopped talking.

"Are there any worries?"

"Father, this is deep in the mountains, and the child is worried that there will be mountain spirits and ghosts."

"What's there to worry about, this mountain was the place of the Thousand Romans back then, and the mountain spirits and ghosts didn't dare to approach. Besides, isn't there still your Aunt Qingteng here? The last thing the old man said was the green vine next to him.

Qing Teng shook, and suddenly said, "With Senior Sister Ye and Chen Jing, how can anyone dare to mess around here." ”

The voice was faint, floating from the green vine.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The chaos between heaven and earth is becoming more and more chaotic, and the mountains and rivers divide heaven and earth, so that even the most learned mortals in the world cannot know what kind of kingdom lies behind the mountains, whether the end of the barren desert is really a hellish abyss, and it is impossible to know that there is an edge in the endless sea.

Mountains, rivers, waves, deserts, and seas divide the heavens and the earth into grids, and there are dozens of kingdoms in each grid.

The Zhongyuan Kingdom is a relatively large kingdom on the earth, surrounded by small countries. The capital of the Zhongyuan Kingdom is located in the hinterland of the country. The city is very large, and there are four relatively small cities around it to guard the national capital, which is far and near, and the mountains and rivers are dangerous.

There is a slight drizzle in the sky, this rain has been falling for more than half a month, although it is not raining much, it cannot cause any floods, but it is also boring.

Crouching Tiger City is the south of Jun'an City, the capital of the Zhongyuan Kingdom.

Wang Shiqi, the chief soldier of Crouching Tiger City, stood on the city pass and looked at the gray sky in the distance, a cloud of dark clouds, the dark clouds were drifting towards this side, the dark clouds were churning like a dragon, and looked at the drizzle of the dim sky, and suddenly sighed: "A dragon came west to fight Crouching Tiger, and the rainstorm poured into the city and the wind broke the willows......

He paused at this point, and one of the scribes next to him immediately applauded and praised loudly.

Wu Shiqi just smiled, still looking into the distance, and a person in the distance walked slowly, walking step by step in this dim world. The scribe also followed Wu Shiqi's gaze, and he had already heard Wu Shiqi say in surprise: "Hey, you didn't see that person, what a mood." ”

The man was dressed in an ordinary blue robe, and held a white banner with a few big characters written on it: "Pray for rain from the gods, catch ghosts and take demons." ”

"It turned out to be a wandering Taoist, but it's a pity that I have such a good artistic conception." The scribe said next to Wu Shiqi.

Wu Shiqi suddenly read again: "Imitation of the gods descending to the earth, it was originally a fake Daoqiu of Youfang. ”

While he was speaking, the Taoist had already arrived under the city gate, and it was also the time when the city gate was about to close.

"Hurry up, the gates are closing." The guards under the gates shouted loudly.

"Hehe, the legs and feet are not good, and it is not good for the rope." The young Taoist replied with a smile.

"At such a young age, your legs and feet are not good, I see that your waist is stiff, but your waist is not good. Haha......" said one of the guards under the city gate, laughing.

The Taoist priest approached, with a smile on his face, but a stiff one.

Just as he was about to walk in, a shout came from above his head: "That Taoist priest, there will be rain tonight." ”

"No rain." The blue-robed Taoist priest raised his head and replied quickly.

"Haha......"

Whether it was Wu Shiqi above or the guards guarding the city below, they all laughed, judging from the current sky, anyone would know that there was a heavy rainstorm at night. The Taoist priest smiled, smiling and not smiling, everyone only thought that he was not happy in his heart, and felt more and more funny.

The Taoist priest entered the city with inconvenient steps, and it seemed that his legs and feet were really weak. Step by step, I entered Crouching Tiger City. Just when the Taoist priest entered the city, the dark clouds in the distant sky had reached the sky above Crouching Tiger City, and the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened. The wind blew the banner of the city and hunted loudly.

"It's going to rain again."

Wu Shiqi looked at the sky and sighed, looked at the Taoist priest who was gradually moving away from the streets in the city, and sighed: "It doesn't matter if you don't have real skills, what matters is that you don't have a little eyesight, can this still deceive people?" ”

"He is still young, and everyone who used to always spit out what he thinks in his heart will slowly become a person who observes his face. Unless he's dead, or no one wants to hear a word from him anymore. The scribe said.

Wu Shiqi strode forward, walked towards the General Soldier's Mansion, and said, "You will summarize, so are you also Chayan?" ”

The scribe was so frightened that he quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "Don't dare, don't dare to ......"

Chief soldier Wu Shiqi laughed.

However, to everyone's surprise, it did not rain that night, only a night of strong winds. Wu Shiqi was very strange, and sent someone to look for the Taoist priest at dawn, but he didn't find it.

On this day, when it was about to fall at night, it was Chen Jing who entered Crouching Tiger City. Chen Jing, who entered the city, did not have any money on him, so he did not plan to go to the hotel, but to look for the temple in the city, although he could stand on the street until dawn, but he could not do this. When he reaches his current state, often a thought is a rare chance path. He suddenly felt that if he wanted to truly transform and make the body of the god statue become the original physical body again, he had to live like a human being, and he had to transform it bit by bit, and fundamentally dissolve it.

This was a little thought that suddenly came to him, but it was not this that prompted him to walk between heaven and earth, but that he felt that if he wanted to make the slightest progress, he had to leave the original environment and wipe his Dao heart with a red dust silk cloth. Moreover, he felt that he had to leave everything behind and be quiet.

Just as he made a turn to go to the Land Temple not far away, a heavy footstep from behind caught up and quickly overtook him.

"Hey, Dao Chief, do you know how to catch demons?" When he overtook Chen Jing, he saw the words written on the white banner on Chen Jing's hand, and turned around and asked.

"Praying for blessings and rain, catching ghosts and taking demons, Nai Poor Dao has learned more than ten years of true magic with his teacher, of course he can catch demons."

"The chief will go home with me to hunt demons." With that, he pulled Chen Jing's sleeve and walked towards the way he came.

The man looked weak, hurried, but his hand strength was great, he grabbed Chen Jing's hand tightly, half-dragged and half-pulled Chen Jing forward, Chen Jing walked stiffly, but he could keep up, and said again and again: "Don't worry, don't hurry......"