(Sorry, the update is a bit late.) PS: Volumes 8-14 of the Jianlai physical book are on the market. ）

Liu Xianyang saw that there was no sword cultivator to block the road for the time being, and when he ascended, he turned his head and looked at the white clouds between the first peak and the full moon peak, and there were still pieces of white clouds passing by, but from now on, there will be no woman in the world who is riding the clouds, wearing a night dress as black as ink, backed by verdant mountains and trees. This kind of questioning really can't make Liu Xianyang feel the slightest meaning.

Liu Xianyang has three mountain climbs in a row today, Qiongzhi Peak, Yujiao Peak, and Full Moon Peak, and each has a sword cultivator who comes to lead the sword.

In the end, Liu Yu retreated in defeat, and Yu Xuan, who was the peak master of Yujiao Peak, was still lying on the ground sleeping, and no one dared to pick it up, and the last Yuan Infant Female Ghost who showed the Yupu atmosphere, only knew that the female sword immortal who was born in Full Moon Peak but did not report her name was even more dead.

Qingshan waits for the bright moon at night, and Baiyun advises to drink the things in the pot.

Liu Xianyang took out a pot of wine and drank while ascending.

Finally walked to the first-line peak near the halfway point of the mountainside, far from the Stopping Sword Pavilion, not to mention the Ancestral Hall on the top of the sword.

It seems that the previous transmission of the flying sword was like the first flower blooming in the mountains, and it should be Chen Ping'an who had picked a chair over there as agreed, and was drinking tea and waiting for him.

Chen Ping'an is a little good, he doesn't talk big when he is young, he only has a penny in his pocket and never says anything about two pennies, he does what he says.

In fact, except for the peaks and green mountains, it seems that people are not ladylike, it is difficult to get off the thief ship, and in addition, the green water and white clouds should not come to this Zhengyang Mountain.

Liu Xianyang scolded and scolded all the way, shouting that Zhengyang Mountain should hurry up and have another old bastard who can fight, don't disgust him Uncle Liu anymore, he will only let the woman and the rabbit cub come here to lead the sword, what's the matter.

Liu Xianyang named the past one by one, and scolded the sect master Bamboo Emperor, Xia Yuancui of the Full Moon Peak, Tao Yanbo of the Autumn Mountains, and Yan Ji of the Water Dragon Peak, and once again carried forward the unique simple folk customs of a rare hometown in Yizhou, and by the way, he gave these old sword immortals a nickname, Huang Zhuzi, winter is nearly green, and he can't escape, Yan Lai. And then in series, it is the winter bamboo green, yellow, green and yellow, Yan comes and can't escape, just right, today you Zhengyang Mountain can do red and white ceremonies together.

Strange to say, the full moon peak, Qiuling Mountain, these mountains where their own ancestors were scolded miserably, the sword cultivators were all indignant, but there was no sign of leaving the mountain to get out of the sword.

On the contrary, there are already several groups of young sword cultivators who can completely stay out of the clouds, such as the Cloud Peak and the Pianjiao Peak, who have left one after another and rushed to the first-line peak.

Knowing that he would lose, or even die, he had the tacit permission of his own ancestor, or under the personal leadership of the peak master sword cultivator, he went to meet the young sword immortal Liu Xianyang for a while.

On the side of the Stopping Sword Pavilion, the sect leader Zhuhuang suddenly said that he had something to go to the top of the sword, but he didn't tell anyone what to do or who to meet.

This made the three old sword immortals, including Xia Yuncui, very surprised, because the proposal put forward by the Bamboo Emperor and them, but because of the abrupt battle death of the man who worshiped the oiler behind the scenes, the great plan fell into vain. Because her soul has already fused with the first-line peak mountain protection array, originally as long as the Sword Pavilion was here to say hello to her, even if she and Liu Xianyang asked the sword to fall behind, she only needed to run the big array, disturb the weather of heaven and earth, and help cover people's eyes, and the three old ancestors including Xia Yuncui on the side of the Sword Pavilion could cooperate with each other and quietly come out with the sword, and the sword slashed Liu Xianyang without knowing it.

At that time, Zhang Lu Yan Ji hurriedly asked in his heart, since things had changed, how to hand out the sword next.

The Bamboo Emperor seemed to be a little absent-minded, and even only said that they should act when they saw the opportunity.

Xia Yuancui was so angry that he almost picked on the spot, how can you, the master and nephew, be the sect master, do you throw your hands in charge? !

On the side of the Stopping Sword Pavilion, even if the Bamboo Emperor smiled and apologized to the many guests, he left in a hurry, and there were still three old sword immortals sitting here, among which the old ancestor Xia Yuancui had two natal flying swords, one was a moon halo, and it was also known as frost on the ground.

Another natal flying sword is even more lethal, capable of killing people invisibly, called "sad".

Tao Yanbo, as the god of wealth in charge of money in Zhengyang Mountain, is named Jade Leak, which comes from a relic of the ancient Shu Kingdom, and the natal flying sword is named Qiubo.

Flying sword "Qiu Bo", the name is quite charming, but it is the sword road is extremely ruthless natal power, the sword qi is like the autumn wind to kill, once into the body, the sword qi is cold, wash the liver and intestines, so that the flying sword injured qi practitioners, the atmosphere of the small world of the human body, a little aura operation, will gradually turn cold, and finally the aura in the body condenses like ice, there is the pain of the cone.

The natal flying sword of the palm law Yan base, the mountain borer.

What's more, there is also a Wu Tijing who can secretly make a sword. This sect master, the closed disciple of the Bamboo Emperor, the natal flying sword mandarin duck, can first hurt the Dao heart of the Taoist in the monk's heart, and then in turn hurt the monk's own soul, which is more sad than Xia Yuancui's flying sword, which is simply the most unreasonable flying sword supernatural power. Therefore, in the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch Hall, many sword immortals who knew about this matter had asked the Bamboo Emperor in detail in private, what is the Taoist companion in his heart? The Bamboo Emperor did not hide his selfishness, and said with a smile, as long as he was on the way to practice, who he had really liked, it would be counted.

As for the other flying sword of his disciple Wu Tijing, the Bamboo Emperor and no one mentioned their names.

So as long as Situ Wenying doesn't lose so without warning, Zhengyang Mountain can completely make that Liu Xianyang die without knowing it.

The white-clothed old ape crossed his arms around his chest, glanced at Xia Yuancui, who was full of disappointment, and sneered: "Situ Wenying, a waste who has cultivated as a sword heart but is sparse, can be regarded as losing the face of the Full Moon Peak today. It's a shame that she didn't practice at Rain Foot Peak, otherwise she would have confirmed the saying that the thunder is loud and the rain is small. ”

Xia Yuancui actually hated that disciple more than Yuan Zhenpage in his heart, he was really a thing that was not enough to succeed and more than to lose, but he was so salted by Yuan Zhenpage's wound that he was so angry that Xia Yuancui and this mountain protector worshipper called him by his name, "Yuan Zhenpage! Don't rely on the great credit, you can open your mouth, and you are not as good as me when it comes to the qualifications of the mountain gate!"

The white-clothed old ape tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "On the merit book, don't talk about qualifications." ”

An old sword immortal who will only hide in the mountains all his life to practice swords and then practice swords, apart from his generation and realm, what else can he have left? So in Yuan Zhenpage's opinion, it is not as good as Yuanying Sword Cultivators like Tao Yanbo and Yan Ji who do things in a down-to-earth manner.

After that, without waiting for Xia Yuancui and Yuan Zhenpage to break anything, the Bamboo Emperor went to the top of the sword, and then there was the Ancestor Hall Flying Sword Scattered Flowers and Peaks, and then the ferries left the Zhengyang Mountain Boundary.

Tao Yanbo was stunned, Xia Yuancui's face was even more gloomy, and he was particularly embarrassed, because today he was considered to be the one who appeared the most among the several old ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain before the official start of the celebration.

Tao Yanbo asked in his heart, "Where is the Divine Decree Sect?"

Xia Yuancui said helplessly: "Qi Zhen only said that there was something temporary. ”

Yan Ji couldn't help but scolded his mother: "Something? There's a fart thing! Is this Heavenly Monarch in a hurry to go to Bai Yujing in the Qingyin World to see the patriarch? Then you fucking are among the Flying Ascension Realm!"

Xia Yuancui asked rhetorically, "What do those people from the True Realm Sect say?"

Tao Yanbo sighed, looking tired, "This group of people didn't take the wrong medicine, ignoring Fu Jian's inquiries one by one. ”

Wait until Cao Yu leaves.

The three old sword immortals immediately looked at each other.

Even the mountain protector who was said by the sect leader Bamboo Emperor to be "right for things and not for people" didn't say anything sarcastic.

This made Liu Xianyang walk all the way to the halfway point of the mountain, and there was no obstruction.

Until two waves of sword cultivation from different mountains, they fell halfway up the mountain to the first-line peak, respectively from the cloud peak and the Pianjiao peak.

It is a rare good atmosphere of the old and new peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, and there are two pure sword cultivation in front of him, so why bother with the mountains of Qiuling Mountain and Full Moon Peak.

Yan Ji, who is the master of a mountain, thought about it for a while, and made a strict order from the ancestor hall with the two peaks of sword cultivation halfway up the mountain, so that the two sword cultivators must stop Liu Xianyang's continued mountaineering no matter what, regardless of life and death!

However, Liu Xianyang just said a word in his heart with the two sword cultivators who took the lead, and then the two Zhengyang Mountain Jindan Sword Immortals were slightly injured in an instant.

After that, the old Jin Dan sword cultivator of Diayun Peak was still unwilling to give way, and took the lead in setting up a sword formation with his disciples, but in an instant, the sword formation dispersed as soon as it started, and more than a dozen sword cultivators with a huge age difference were crumbling one by one.

Liu Xianyang glanced at this group of Cloud Peak Sword Cultivators, and found that they still had no intention of giving way, and they were not used to them.

The next moment, together with the old Jin Dan who had fought side by side with Sword Immortal Li Cai, they all fell to the ground.

On the side of Pianjiao Peak, the female ancestor of the peak master, after watching the woman's ghost sword cultivation dissipate with her own eyes, she knew a little bit of the inside story, and she was sad in her heart, Yu Gong, she still asked people to rush to Zhengyang Mountain with the sword cultivation of the original vein, to prevent Liu Xianyang from climbing the mountain, Yu Private, she was too lazy to go, so she just reminded the big disciple of the Longmen Realm Sword Cultivation to do her best, you don't have to work hard.

When the sword formation rose again, he fell to the ground again and couldn't afford a large piece.

Liu Xianyang bypassed the two sword cultivators on the ground, dropped the wine jug in his hand, and continued to climb the mountain alone.

After that, there were two groups of sword cultivators from Qiuling Mountain and Shuilongfeng who rushed to join in the fun, but compared to the two groups of people in front of them, they looked resolute, and they had no complaints about life and death, as if they were facing the person who asked the sword, just a golden pill.

Later, it seemed that he was very weak-minded, as if he was facing a Flying Ascension Realm sword cultivator. The most interesting thing is that the sword cultivation of the Water Dragon Peak that first went to the first-line peak, and the place where he settled was not close to Liu Xianyang, but the sword cultivation of the Qiuling Mountain in the ancestral mountain was even more polite, and he landed on the Shendao steps farther away.

Liu Xianyang's gaze swept over, and he suddenly raised his arm, startling the Sword Cultivators of Water Dragon Peak.

Among them, there is a young sword cultivator who has gone down the mountain to practice several times, and even followed the elders of the division to the so-called central battlefield, in a panic, he took the lead in sacrificing a natal flying sword, the sword flashed, and went straight to that Liu Xianyang, but the latter grabbed the flying sword with two fingers, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it, Liu Xianyang glared and said: "Before you say to start fighting, you kid will sneak attack?"

Liu Xianyang took out a rough version of the ancestral pedigree from his sleeve, began to turn the page quickly, occasionally looked up, and asked if so-and-so was so-and-so, some nodded, the luck was excellent, safe and sound, some nodded, went out without turning the yellow calendar, suddenly the seven orifices bled out, he was seriously injured, and he fell to the ground in the middle of winter.

Liu Xianyang closed the booklet, and then all the Standing Water Dragon Peak Sword Cultivators, all of whom were not too seriously injured, fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Liu Xianyang continued to ascend, and when he saw the sword cultivators with pale faces in Qiu Ling Mountain, he took out the booklet again and began to roll call.

After all, after so many years, I have seen a lot of Zhengyang Mountain's mirrors, and almost all of them are familiar faces, but they don't match the names on the booklet, and I don't know what the other party's surname is.

Qiu Lingshan Jianxiu here, they are all very smart, the people who are named are expressionless, but helpless, the smart people around him, there are always some clues wandering in their eyes, then Liu Xianyang is not welcome, all those who were named but dared to pretend to be deaf and dumb were seriously injured, and they were not allowed to faint on the spot, several of them were rolling on the ground, one of them had an excellent reputation on the mountain Guanhai Realm old sword cultivation, the end was particularly miserable, first the natal flying sword was broken and then shattered, and then the Changsheng Bridge was broken, and finally Liu Xianyang waved his sleeves, threw the body out of the first line of peaks, and fell heavily on the side of the purlin at the mountain gate as a companion。

At the top of the booklet, the record of the great achievements of this sword cultivator in the sea viewing realm is not short, one by one, which is shocking.

On the side of the Stopping Sword Pavilion, Yan Ji said in a deep voice: "I can't wait any longer! I'll preside over the Ancestral Mountain Great Array." ”

Xia Yuancui and Tao Yanbo a.asxs. head.

Yan Ji looked at the peaks outside the first-line peaks, and his mood was heavy and abnormal,

For no reason, he sighed: "How did it become like this?"

The white-clothed old ape was silent, and suddenly widened a pair of eyes, the killing intent was strong, the evil aura soared to the sky, and the figure rose from the ground, and the entire Sword Stopping Pavilion was shocked, but this mountain protector did not go to the top of the sword, but went straight to the back sword peak!

Either they don't come to watch the ceremony at all, like the Longquan Sword Sect, the Fengxue Temple and the Zhenwu Mountain, they don't give Zhengyang Mountain any face.

But since they came, they have already stayed in the Zhufeng Mansion, and they are leaving, which is on the mountain, and it will be a great taboo in the mountains, and it is not in line with the rules of the mountain compared to the two successive sword questions of the Yellow River and Liu Xianyang.

Qi Zhen, the Heavenly Monarch of the Divine Decree Sect, is the nominal leader of the monks of Yizhou, and the Divine Decree Sect, located on the border of the Nanjian Kingdom, as the leader of many immortal families in the Aquarius Continent, has always acted steadily and dealt with many disputes and grievances on the mountain impartially. The Divine Decree Sect not only occupies a Qingtan blessed land, but the sect leader Qi Zhen also holds the title of the true monarch of the four kingdoms. Therefore, the ferry boat where this Daomen Heavenly Monarch is located is the most thrilling for the spectators, because with Qi Zhen's magical powers, it is not difficult to walk quietly, but Qi Zhen did not do so.

Moved the whole body, only said that the emperor and the general on the peak, plus the reminder of the previous Zhongyue Mountain Jun Jin Qing, all of a sudden, walked as much as half.

The Dao He of the True Realm Sect went straight away, and Liu Laocheng, the sect leader of the Immortal Realm, and Gao Mian, the old gang leader of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang, and the two old friends, traveled away together.

As the chief worshipper, Liu Zhimao, the true monarch of the Jiejiang River, and Li Furui were enshrined in the second seat, and they also did not hide their traces, and they slowly resisted the wind and left Zhengyang Mountain.

On the way to the mountain and water gods, Jin Qing, the king of the mountains with extremely high status, directly tore his face with Zhengyang Mountain, dug into the corner, and in full view of everyone, he actually took away the sword cultivator Yuan Bai, and Yuan Bai announced that he had left Zhengyang Mountain on the spot. In addition, the Caizhi Mountain God of Nanyue Chujun's Mountain, and the Yongjiang Water God, each led a large number of mountain and water gods within their jurisdiction, and a shrunken mountain and river, which disappeared without a trace, and the old Jiao of the Qiantang River Fengshui Cave took a ferry from the Great Sui Dynasty to follow the Cheng Longzhou, who was promoted from the deputy head of the Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain to the head of the Dafu Academy, and left together.

Cao Jun, who claimed to be from the mud bottle lane and was the same township as Liu Xianyang, handed out the three swords to Qiongzhi Peak, probably because he felt that he was still unsatisfied, and sneaked back to the boundary of Zhengyang Mountain, and when he arrived at the immortal back sword peak, he sacrificed a natal flying sword that had been refined and repaired for many years, and surrounded the foot of the mountain around the back sword peak, and the lotus flowers bloomed all over in an instant, and then Cao Jun held the sword again, from top to bottom, the sword light fell from the top, and divided the unguarded back sword peak into two.

After Cao Jun cut the mountain with a sword, he regained his sword, swaggered away, and left a sentence, "The one who opened the peak, Grandpa Cao is also!"

Yunxia Mountain, which has a very good relationship with Zhengyang Mountain, a pair of masters and apprentices, quarrels endlessly, the mountain owner and the old immortal master have to think that this heir is not a ghost, and he does not say the reason, but only persuades himself to leave Zhengyang Mountain, and do not watch the ceremony anymore. The old immortal master laughed angrily, and asked Cai Jinjian if he knew that once he acted like this, it would be equivalent to cutting off all incense from Zhengyang Mountain? Could it be that just because of the questioning sword of a disciple of the Longquan Sword Sect, and a few more cloud-covered and misty messenger flying swords, Yunxia Mountain would have to give up all of them, and from now on it would be opposed to Zhengyang Mountain?

The youngest female ancestor of the twelve peaks of Yunxia Mountain said that the disciple knew, but because of this, he had to leave this place.

The old mountain lord Lao Cheng was steady, and said to take a look, after all, there is still a Yunlin Jiang family, Jiang Shan, a gentleman of the academy, who temporarily "stood still" and stayed on the Full Moon Peak.

Cai Jinjian's persuasion to her teacher was fruitless, so she had to leave alone.

As a result, a moment later, the old immortal master caught up with Cai Jinjian, because he had just received a secret letter, and the Dali patrol made Cao Yu leave, leaving only the servant of the Ministry of Rites from the capital.

On the full moon peak, Jiang Shan walked out of the mansion and came to the pavilion, and found that Jiang Yun, Wei Liang and Fu Nanhua had all left, leaving only a "bloated" sister.

Jiang Sheng asked, "Big brother, have you also received a message from the flying sword?"

Jiang Shan shook his head.

Jiang Sheng asked curiously: "Wei Liang said that he came here this time to ask someone for a dismantling, and he said it mysteriously, do you know what it means?"

Jiang Shan stretched out his finger and pointed to the ferries of all parties that had left Zhengyang Mountain, and said helplessly: "Isn't it obvious?"

Jiang Sheng looked dazed, "Ah? Didn't you say that the ancestral hall in Zhengyang Mountain would be demolished? I thought I could tear out a flower." ”

Speaking of this, she smiled to herself: "Before, the flying swords were dense, like flowers blooming on the top of the mountain, and the scenery was indeed extremely beautiful. ”

After all, Aquarius is not Beiju Luzhou, and it is not common to demolish the ancestral hall.

Jiang Shan rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers and said, "Yes and no." ”

Wei forgiveness, the mountains are not visible, but it is this person who personally formulated the landscape rules of the Dali Imperial Court behind the scenes, and finally erected a monument to the top of the mountain, so that the monks on the mountain have to follow the rules and obey the orders.

And Liu Qingfeng, who served as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Great Li, secretly planned the spectrum of the gods of Yizhou.

In short, these two are not native clans of Dali, but they are both able to occupy high positions in the Dali Temple, so they are both regarded as the "proud protégés" of the national teacher Cui Yun, but they are just anonymous. Ordinary people in the officialdom of Dali naturally don't know this kind of inside story.

Jiang Sheng asked, "Big brother, since you stayed, do you plan to go to the first-line peak to watch the ceremony later?"

Jiang Shan still said the same thing: "Yes and no." ”

Jiang Shan said angrily: "One by one, from Jiang Yun to Wei Liang to the eldest brother, can you still speak human words?!"

Jiang Shan said with a smile: "The Full Moon Peak is so close to the first-line peak, you can't see any scenery, so you don't have to go to the top of the sword to join in the fun." ”

On the Water Dragon Peak, the female ancestor of Zhuyu Peak, Tian Wan, floated down, and in a mansion, she quietly found a young-faced Longmen Realm monk, this guy was like a mourner at the moment, and there was a plate of wine and crabs on the table, half of it was eaten, and half of it was left, so I was really in no mood to continue eating.

After he found Tian Wan, he saw that the mother-in-law was crazy, her face was full of gratitude, and she waved her sleeves vigorously, "Brother genius, brother genius, I am finally fortunate to be able to meet you!

That sword cultivator was stunned on the spot, he didn't know why this Tian Wan came to find himself at such a moment, saying some brainless nonsense, and he couldn't understand it, as if from his eyes, face, and words, this female ancestor of Zhuyu Peak had changed people.

In his impression, Tian Wan was smiling with low eyebrows and pleasing to everyone, and the one in front of him seemed to be smiling too brightly.

In fact, the person who nominally manages the intelligence of Zhengyang Mountain is Tian Wan from the bird in front of him, but he is a proud disciple of Zhanglu Yanji, who is deeply respected and trusted by the ancestors, and over the years, it is easy to put Tian Wan's mother-in-law in the air, so he feels that Tian Wankong has a seat in the ancestral hall, which is too stupid, it is simply effortless, ten percent talented, just like only half of it, he has already won the vital power of espionage.

And in these years, just to search for the spy report of Luoluo Mountain, he has worked hard, worked hard, and the means have been repeated, which can be said to have gained a lot, not only with the Xu family of Qingfeng City who has a dragon kiln, but also several big surnames including the Lu family of Fulu Street, as well as several immortal sects in the western mountains, have extremely hidden correspondence, and he even has a hook up with the water god Niangniang of the Chong River.

It's just that he didn't expect that Liu Xianyang of the Longquan Sword Sect didn't seem to be a Jindan Realm sword cultivator, could it really be his spy mistake?

On the side of the Stopping Sword Pavilion, it was just an instant, and the three old sword immortals, including Xia Yuancui, were nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The next moment, that Liu Xianyang was already standing between Tao Yanbo and Yan Ji, holding the shoulder of an old sword immortal with one hand, but he smiled with Xia Yuancui in his heart: "Don't move, if you move, you will die." ”

Xia Yuancui forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood, looking at the young sword immortal who seemed to be asking the three swords at the same time, a face had begun to ooze fine blood.

But Xia Yuancui, who had the highest realm among the three, didn't need to weigh the pros and cons, so he quickly gave up his plan to share life and death with this person.

Don't worry, there is still a Yuan Zhen page on the side of the immortal's back sword peak, and there is also the sect master Bamboo Emperor in the Sword Peak Ancestor Hall.

As for Tao Yanbo and Yan Ji, it seems that they have been immobilized, but they are actually immersed in the small world.

Liu Xianyang pressed the shoulders of the two old sword immortals with both hands, turned his head and smiled with Xia Yuancui: "The older you are, the less courageous you are?

None of the thirty or forty Guanli Immortal Masters who had already rushed to stop the Sword Pavilion spoke up or scolded Liu Xianyang a few words, but they had a tacit understanding, and everyone moved silently, away from the four Sword Immortals.

Xia Yuancui said in his heart: "Liu Xianyang, since you have such a mysterious natal flying sword, you shouldn't accidentally hurt the foundation of the Great Dao here today." ”

Although he didn't choose to fight for his sword, Xia Yuancui had actually been concentrating on observing Liu Xianyang's movements, and between the lightning and flint before, he asked the sword game, and he did lose a lot, but this young man dared to ask the three swords at the same time, the blood was flowing more than once, and he was already covered in blood, it seemed that he couldn't last long?

Liu Xianyang said: "It seems that Situ Wenying is your descendant disciple? At first, I didn't quite understand her broken jar, but now I understand, when I meet a missionary teacher like you, forget it, I have nothing to talk about with you, anyway, you are Full Moon Peak, and you have to change your name in the future." ”

The Da Li Guanjia ferry was still hovering outside the first-line peak, but Cao Yu had already left in the Fu boat, neither deliberately fanfare nor deliberately concealed traces, but as long as he was a clear-eyed person, he knew it in his heart.

To a large extent, Cao Yu's participation in the ceremony was more weighty than Yunlin Jiang's congratulations. Moreover, on the ferry boat of the Dali Imperial Court, the official who traveled with this patrol envoy was just a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and after all, he was not the Shangshu Master who was nominally in charge of a country's landscape spectrum. And even if Yuan Shangshu of the Beijing Rite Department really broke the rules of the Dali officialdom of "Yuan Cao is different" with Cao Yu, who is also from the surname of Shangzhuguo, and the two sides are willing to visit Zhengyang Mountain together, Zhengyang Mountain still does not dare to show any favoritism.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites, who was "forced" to stay alone on the ferry, had to hurriedly fly his sword and send a message to the capital of Dali, hoping that Yuan Shangshu from his yamen would give a clear explanation, lest he do something wrong and say the wrong thing.

Guan Yiran and Liu Xunmei, the two sons of wealthy lords from Yichi Lane and Qi'er Street, watched the excitement together on the side of the ferry observation deck, and Yu Shanfang on the side gave Qi Qi an elbow in the ribs, so he had to ask Guan Yiran: "Is it really that kid's movement?"

In the early years in Shujian Lake, there was a thin but bright-eyed bookkeeper Mr., who drank wine at the wine table with their group of battlefield martial artists, and the guy's alcohol was very good, and the persuasion of drinking was even more superb, others drank high, and they were desperately shouting that Lao Tzu was not drunk, that guy was good, no matter how you looked at it, he had to go to the bottom of the table to go around in circles if he drank half a bowl more, and as a result, bowl after bowl, indeed the person who drank the most was stunned and could walk away from the wine table again and again.

Guan Yiran smiled and did not speak.

Not far from the ferry, Yu Huiting, a female cultivator of Fengxue Temple, stood beside a handsome man who was considered an uncle according to his seniority, this woman who was known for her perennial cold face and fierce killing of enemies among the monks of the Dali Army, her face was slightly red, and she asked softly: "Uncle Wei, why are you here?"

The man said indifferently: "I have nothing to do, just relax." ”

In fact, he has long regretted being the anonymous guest. Referring to Xuanfeng Yuan Lingdian, in the end, he is a monk from Beiju Luzhou, he Wei Jin is not, not close to Luoluo Mountain, and it is really not far away. Therefore, Wei Jin made up his mind, as long as he left the Zhengyang Mountain boundary this time, he would cross the continent to the sea and return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Last time I was there, it was a battle to defend the city, and this time I revisited the old place, and I can go further south to shoot my sword.

On a talisman boat that left the ferry, the patrol envoy Cao Yu took out the secret letter again.

It is said that it is a Fu Zhou, but it is actually a behemoth ship, heavily guarded, in addition to Cao's personal servants, there is also the Dali border army

The monks who accompanied the iron cavalry, and the royal worship of Dali arranged by the Song court.

Cao Yu poured a bowl of wine, drank it to himself, and carefully read the secret letter signed "Luoluo Mountain Chen Ping'an" again.

The letter said that within three hundred years, Luoluo Mountain would guarantee that the incense of the Cao clan of Shangzhu State would not have some worst accidents. In addition, within three hundred years, both publicly and privately, as long as they are candidates who have been inspected by the Cao Clan, and who are qualified to rank among the Seven Realms Martial Artists and Jindan Earth Immortals, whether they are cultivating beautiful jade or sword immortal embryos, they can all be sent to Luoluo Mountain to practice.

If the real words are born from the heart, then the young mountain lord who wrote this letter is either a very deep treacherous and cunning person in the city, or a person who is very well-behaved.

The letter also said that if the Cao clan didn't want to be too deeply involved with Luoluo Mountain, Luoluo Mountain could secretly help introduce them and send them to the Taihui Sword Sect, the Duckweed Sword Lake, or the Phi Ma Sect in Beiju Luzhou, or the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect in Nanpo Suozhou.

Cao Yu put down the secret letter in his hand and tapped his fingers on the table.

Cao's family is the surname of Dali Shangzhuguo, and the key is that he, a military noble, has reached the extreme patrol envoy, a family, both civil and military honors, and they are all extremely popular ministers.

On the contrary, the next stage is a real test of the Cao family's official popularity, and they will lose all the games if they are not careful. The Cao family wants to be stable and maintain this hard-won scenery, and the answer is not in the temple, but on the mountain, and it can only be on the mountain.

Therefore, the secret letter given by Guan Yiran is not the icing on the cake, but a charcoal in the snow, and it is an excellent opportunity to solve Cao's urgent needs.

If, in the next three hundred years, there will continue to be the children of the Cao family, as well as those vassal clan lords who enjoy the shade under the big tree of the Cao family, or the embryos of cultivation that have been secretly found through various channels, can become the descendants of five or six sects including Luoluo Mountain one after another? This is a family, branching out on the mountain. Compared with the protégés and former officials in the temple officialdom, the flowers bloom and the flowers bloom, once the son of heaven and a courtier, the incense on the mountain is extended, in fact, it is not more than 300 years? Naturally, there are too many droughts and floods to ensure the harvest, as long as the mountain is properly managed, the Cao family can even take the initiative to take a step or two back in the Dali temple.

The Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom earlier married the daughter of the Xu family of Qingfeng City with the concubine of the family, which is actually the same.

Luoluo Mountain, not long ago, he just joined the sect's head immortal family, of course Cao Yu knew such a big thing.

However, the letter mentioned several sects outside Luoluo Mountain, especially the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect in Nanpo Saozhou.

The person who sent the letter was Guan Yiran. This is a young man who seems to be covered with officialdom talismans, from the first emperor, to His Majesty the Emperor, to the entire Dali Ministry of Officials who used to be surnamed "Guan", and even most of the old people of the six yamen, regardless of martial arts, all have high hopes for Guan Yiran, and are willing to regard him as half of his own children, of course, including Cao Yu himself, who is extremely optimistic about Guan Yiran.

When a great sword immortal in Fengxue Temple said that this person was credible, then Cao Yu knew it. This mountain deal can be done completely.

A big Li worshipper knocked lightly on the door, Cao Yu frowned slightly, put away the secret letter into his sleeve, and said, "Come in." ”

The Song family from the capital said softly: "General Cao, before I got off the boat, I listened to the tone of that horse waiter, and pressed the formation for Zhengyang Mountain, it seems that it is the meaning of the Empress Dowager Da Li, is it a little inappropriate for us to go." ”

I listen to a tone, and it seems to be not.

Cao Wei sneered in his heart, and played an official tone with Lao Tzu? As soon as the national teacher left, he started to play this set again?

Cao Yu picked up a military book on the table and asked, "Who?"

The worshipper stubbornly said, "The Queen Mother." ”

As a result, Cao Yu only squinted slightly, still with an incomprehensible look.

A patrol envoy who is the mainstay of the Dali Iron Cavalry, understands or not, can completely look at the mood, but does not dare not understand, and does not dare to say a word, and carefully resigns and leaves.

Cao Yu began to look through the book of soldiers, a woman from a Taoist family, and she dared to give orders to me?

Does she think she is the god of war Song Changjing, or His Majesty the Emperor?

The top of the sword.

All the female cultivators of the Flower and Wood Workshop lost their faces, but they still didn't dare to leave the Ancestral Hall Square without permission.

Chen Ping'an walked to the door of the Patriarch Hall, and said to the Bamboo Emperor that he was going to welcome the ancestor who moved the mountain, and after crossing the threshold, he was only a few steps away from the immortal at the door who was condensed by the sword qi of Zhengyang Mountain.

The Bamboo Emperor was still digesting the accident.

Previously, during the tea drinking of this young man, he was ashamed, saying that he could make this congratulatory celebration become a tree and scatter, if you don't believe it, you can sit and drink tea while waiting and seeing.

"You Zhengyang Mountain is invincible in a continent, the family is big, the creation of the next sect is already the trend of the times, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple and the Dali Song clan agreed to this matter, naturally no one can stop it, of course I am no exception. ”

"But I promise to do one thing, so that all this has nothing to do with the Bamboo Emperor, and in the future, every time the disciples of Zhengyang Mountain mention the Bamboo Emperor, at most praise the previous sect master, Zhongxing Ancestor, and make great contributions. ”

"Because on the landscape spectrum of Zhengyang Mountain, the sect master and the mountain protector are enshrined, you can only choose one, and you can only survive one. ”

The erector is arrogant and makes a lot of nonsense?!

But watching the ferries drift away made the Bamboo Emperor more and more frightened.

Chen Ping'an shook off his rolled sleeves and glanced at the back of the sword peak, the old beast was dragged by Cao Jun's sword.

Chen Ping'an clasped his hands in his sleeves and taught a sect master with a smile, "The big things are calm, the small things are stable, the things are calm, and the things are clear." Bamboo Emperor, you don't cultivate your mind enough. ”

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Bamboo Emperor, have you decided?" Wait for Yuan Zhenye to appear at the top of the sword, just when you rejected my proposal, a Zhengyang Mountain intends to live and die with Yuan Zhenpage." ”

The Bamboo Emperor was silent.

The green shirt not far from the Bamboo Emperor's eyes pointed to his head, "Do you think I can only play this?"

The man asked himself, "It's really just a small trick that doesn't go into the flow, and it's not worth mentioning." It's okay, then I'll let you Zhengyang Mountain, use the truth that you have been best at for 2,600 years, and return the truth to you. ”

Climbing the mountain alone, in fact, it doesn't count, because Liu Xianyang dragged a seriously injured Xia Yuancui in his hand.

At the top of this line of peaks, the ancestral hall of Zhengyang Mountain, Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang got together.

Liu Xianyang casually threw Xia Yuancui on the square, looked at the smiling guy at the door, and said with an angry smile: "Lao Tzu will come to ask for the sword next time, if I listen to your hiking and mountaineering again, I will have your surname!"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "You can find a place to drink, and then it will be my turn to ask for the sword." ”

Liu Xianyang picked a table and sat down to drink and nibble on melons and fruits.

The white-clothed old ape rushed from the back sword peak, and his figure fell to the ground with a bang, "Chen Ping'an!"

Liu Xianyang said angrily: "Put Lao Tzu's name in front!"

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the Bamboo Emperor who had just gotten up in the Patriarch Hall.

The Bamboo Emperor stepped out of the Patriarch Hall with a complicated expression: "Yuan Zhenye, from now on, you are no longer the protector of Zhengyang Mountain. ”

The white-clothed old ape smiled and said, "Bamboo Emperor, you say it again?!"

As soon as the Bamboo Emperor was about to speak, Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze and waved his hand, "It's late." ”

The green shirt carried the sword, shrunk the mountains and rivers in one step, and the long sword behind his back was sonorously unsheathed, and he took the lead to the gate of the first-line peak.

Chen Ping'an, who was standing on the edge of the cliff at the top of the sword, always clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at the white-clothed old ape, "Continue to be your mountain protector." ”

With a slight tap of his toes, Chen Ping'an leaned back slightly, and his body swept away like a rainbow, drawing an arc in the air, and finally Chen Ping'an landed on the long sword, and the imperial sword hovered at the gate of the first-line peak.

In the sky above the Full Moon Peak, a rickety old man appeared out of thin air, with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Luoluo Mountain, martial artist Zhu Yong." ”

In the sky above Qingwu Peak, there was a young woman who said indifferently: "The first apprentice, Wufu Pei Qian." ”

On the side of Shuilong Peak, a white-clothed young man appeared who rose against the wind, and said with a smile: "Proud student, Cui Dongshan." ”

Anyway, Cao Qinglang is not here today, and this kid is not suitable to show up for the time being.

Next to the young man in white, there was a little girl in black, holding a green bamboo walking stick, raising her head high, and said loudly: "Luoluo Mountain's right protector, Zhou Mi Li!"

A middle-aged man in a green shirt and long coat stood above the Pianjiao Peak, and said with a smile: "The chief worshipper of Luoluo Mountain, Zhou Fei." ”

An extremely handsome young sword immortal with a warm voice, on top of that Qiongzhi Peak, introduced himself: "The second seat is enshrined, and the sword is cultivated Miyu." ”

All the sword cultivators of the Cloud Peak and the Pianjiao Peak were speechless, and the Cloud Mountain, the Sword Immortal, Yu Mi! This person has great killing power, and the demon killer is often cut off at every turn, or a sword light splits the head. In the early years on the battlefield of the Old Dragon City, this sword immortal was born out of thin air, second only to Cao Rong, the immortal monarch of the Daomen.

A woman with an extremely beautiful posture and cold eyes, standing above Yujiao Peak, said indifferently: "Sword cultivation, right side of Sui." ”

Is it the True Realm Sect Sword Immortal who didn't want to die with a sword on the battlefield?!How did he become the sword cultivator of Luoluo Mountain?

An old master with an elegant temperament appeared elsewhere and said with a smile: "Wufu, plant autumn." ”

This person seems to have appeared on the battlefield of Xiyue?

Zhu Yong, Pei Qian, and Chong Qiu, these three pure martial artists of Luoluo Mountain can all resist the wind and hang in the air.

This means that the three of them should at least be far-traveled martial artists.

"This Pei Qian once had a pseudonym, Zheng Qian. ”

"Which Zheng Qian?"

"Which one else could it be? It's the female martial artist who asked Cao Ci for four fights. ”

No one thinks that there is anything to be ashamed of asking boxing with Cao Ci and losing four games in a row. Instead, it's a heartfelt sense of awe.

First, not everyone dares to ask Cao Ci about boxing. Second, if any martial artist asks for boxing, will Cao Ci definitely take the boxing? Third, Zheng Qian asked for four boxing games, and Cao Ci actually took them all!

A tall woman in a snow-white robe, smiling, said softly: "Luoluo Mountain Palm Law, long life." ”

The white-haired boy who turned into a demon outside the heavens, and Shi Rou borrowed her a pair of skins, a pair of eyes dripping and rolling, she was originally very good-looking a woman, but she looked a little embarrassed, only to see her arrogant and proud: "Luoluo Mountain Stone Shopkeeper!"

Today is more restrained, only showing people with the weather of the Jade Pur Realm.

Chen Lingjun overlooked the Water Dragon Peak at his feet and sneered: "Remember, uncle, I am from Luoluo Mountain, and my surname is Chen Jingqing!"

A Yuanying Realm Shui Jiao, which was full of rich water transportation, stood above Qiongzhi Peak, and just reported a name, "Hongxia." ”

She seemed to say a word more, and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

The lord of the fox country, who was supposed to belong to Qingfeng City, actually appeared, and she was naturally charming, and she was very demagogic without smiling, and said slowly: "Luoluo Mountain." Pei Xiang. ”

An old sword cultivator of the Jade Pu Realm who came to the Aquarius to select disciples, that Yu Yue, only felt that he was very energetic today, and he did not hide his sword qi without concealing his sword energy, and the sword rose into the air, and laughed loudly: "Luoluo Mountain is enshrined in its name, and the sword cultivation of the Jade Pu Realm is temporarily suspended by the name of Yu Pu today." ”

No, at least you have to start with a registered offering!

Wei Jin noticed a sight, sighed, stood on the railing, and said casually: "Keqing, Wei Jin." ”

Over there, the round-faced girl was a little embarrassed, what should she do, just said that the blacksmith shop on the edge of the Longxu River, Yu Qianyue? After thinking about it, she didn't show up, broke a handful of reeds, squatted on the edge of the Egret crossing, and was bored to play with water. Liu Xianyang, a liar, the great sage who moved mountains, how could there be any flying ascension realm.

Bailudu, a woman with a sword on her back, was on tiptoe, hovered in the air, and said calmly: "Flying to the city, Ning Yao." ”

As the owner of Luoluo Mountain, the green shirt was hanging in the air at the gate of Zhengyang Mountain, and said with a smile: "Luoluo Mountain came to watch the ceremony, and the mountain lord Chen Ping'an began to ask for the sword. ”