The wind is blowing, and the rain is falling.

Not far from the lakeside, the grass and trees are scattered and messy.

In the center of the lake, the place that had been shrouded in mist was faintly shining with a flickering light.

A dark iron sword with purple and cyan light hung in the air, and there was a trace of aura lingering around the sword body, although the aura as thin as a hair continued to change the formation and wanted to break out of the shackles of the purple and blue light, but under the light emitted by the sword body, the aura finally gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark lake, and the dark iron sword that was still in the purple mang gradually returned to its old appearance

An old Taoist dressed in green cloth linen clothes, with a resentful face, said to the lake where the aura was gradually dissipating:

"If you are interested, teach the treasures, otherwise, don't blame the old man for not being emotional!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sad and dull woman's voice from the depths of the lake:

Don't think that you are invincible in the world after decades of cultivation, if my aura is not damaged, you may not be able to beat me!"

"Hahahaha!"

The old man on the shore laughed when he heard this,

"The aura is not damaged?!Hmph! Even if your aura is not damaged, you will still be crushed by me at the bottom of the lake! Even if your clansmen come out one by one, our sect master may not be able to suppress you stubborn aliens! Tell me, where is the dragon vein lock? If you drag it out any longer, I will let the dark tide at the bottom of the lake continue to consume your only remaining aura, making your life worse than death!"

"Stinky Daoist, just do your daydream, you will never find the treasure!"

"Okay, okay, then when I find your child, see if you still can't hand it over!"

"You!

"Hmph, then it's up to you to do it!"

After that, the old man waved his hand, and a dark black turbid light drilled into the bottom of the lake from the cuff, the waves were turbulent, and the tide hit the embankment, as if something had happened underwater!

Lao Dao's face changed, and he said angrily:

"If you have some skills, then I'll add something to you!"

Then, another object with a soft glow shot into the water!

"Xuantian Dzi!" a roar of anger came from the bottom of the water, but gradually, it didn't take long for the lake to calm down, as if nothing had happened.

Lao Dao glanced at the lake, his face gradually turned pale, and he turned around and left slowly······

The heavens and the earth are vast, the drizzle is falling, and the delicate rain slides down like a fairy between the heavens and the dome of all things, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, fluttering with the wind, like a white ribbon floating down from the Milky Way above the nine heavens, shrouded in this lake.

With a sound of "Pu", there seemed to be a light curtain in the grass that broke instantly, and an intermittent baby cry came out of it, which seemed so fragile in this drizzle!

On the surface of the lake, a burst of ripples of small fish intoxicated in the mud and sand, only to see a panic, the tiny fry scattered under the water. I really wonder how many creatures in the lake will survive in the battle just now?

A dilapidated fishing boat, slowly approaching the shore, before it could be stopped, a tall figure hurriedly jumped off the fishing boat, the hat on his head could not stop the rain as thin as sideburns, the gray shirt on his body was also tightly glued to the body, the face full of raindrops could not hide the vicissitudes of life left by the long years, looking at the face, he was also forty or fifty years old! But the anxiety and surprise in his heart were revealed from his eyes, he stopped and looked, and then went straight to the depths of the grass, and there was the place where the baby cried.

"Alright...... Okay, don't cry...... good boy!" the gray-shirted man picked up the child and said softly, then his eyes froze, and he looked at the baby's chest for a long time, before he sighed, turned his head, and said resentfully at the looming path in the distance,

"A group of dog thieves, we will definitely take revenge for this revenge! You wait for me!!"

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In the distance, an old man who looks like a Taoist walks on the drizzly path, although the rain is getting heavier and heavier at the moment, but on the other hand, this person, a blue shirt is not wet at all, and the shoes under his feet seem to be just sticking to some mud that I don't know where, from the back, although it is the appearance of some fairy bones, but the passers-by who walked by him avoided it as if they saw the fierce god and evil, except for a huge and ancient Xuantie sword on his back, which was somewhat strange and scary, his appearance was extremely vicious, a pair of eyes were fierce for a while, and he was confused and overwhelmed for a while, I don't know what kind of hesitation and entanglement his heart is experiencing, on his face, the blood marks make his body full of anger, it is really shocking, but there is a brand new umbrella in his thin hands, but it has not been opened.

Not far away, among the green trees, a middle-aged man stood with an umbrella, looking at the lake in the distance, his face thoughtful.

Lao Dao slowly approached, stood with his hands down, and said with a respectful expression: "Door master, I'm back!"

"Well, Deadwood, I've always valued you the most, this time, how are things going?"

The middle-aged man turned his head, and suddenly the light in his eyes flashed, and the old man of the dead wood suddenly sank in his heart, lowered his head, and there was a trace of panic in his respect, and hurriedly said:

"Back to the master, I, I am that woman is really stubborn, I don't hand over the dragon vein lock to live or die, and I don't say where the clansmen live, I can't help it, so I temporarily pressed her to the bottom of the lake, and let the dark tide eat away her aura, but the door master can rest assured, she will not die, at most the aura is damaged, and the body and mind are in pain!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Okay, let her suffer, I'll see how long she can last! As long as you get the dragon vein lock and open the confinement of the dragon whip, isn't the world all mine?"

Hearing this, the dead wood on the side hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, the master of the door is wise!"

The middle-aged man turned his head, frowned slightly, and said:

"You're actually hurt?!"

The old man was frightened for a while, and bowed his head and said: "Thank you for your concern, I was only slightly injured by the old man!"

"Okay, don't say any more! You know how heavy your injuries are! Go back and recuperate!"

Lao Dao said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, the main body of the door forgiveness!" and then staggered down the hill and slowly left.

The middle-aged man looked at the green mountains in the distance and muttered to himself: "A weak woman can have such spiritual power! This dragon vein lock is really not simple!"

The wind and rain are still there, but the sky is gradually darkening, faintly, there seems to be a dark thunder rolling in the sky, the gray-shirted man rowed the boat to the opposite shore, in the canopy, the baby no longer cried, a pair of big eyes staring straight at a hole in the canopy, a look of curiosity and loveliness.

Suddenly, the sky was bright, after the lightning, a muffled thunder exploded, the boat on the lake shook up for a while, in the canopy, wrapped in the baby's bedding suddenly fell a dragon-shaped, delicate jade with a red thread, no more than an inch long, faintly a bit of rui qi red line is passing through the "dragon's eye", with a crisp sound, the surface of the jade flashed a burst of golden light, faintly the nine heavens dragon churning roaring, at this time the red line red light flashed, in an instant, the golden light disappeared without a trace. The baby on the side had already fallen asleep at this moment, and his pink little face was filled with a peaceful smile.

In the depths of the lake, the dark tide is surging, and a woman in white is holding the trick with both hands, her eyebrows frowning slightly, and a trace of aura floats out of her body from time to time to compete with the surrounding blue-black spells. Suddenly, she looked up at the lake, and a gentle smile finally appeared in her originally painful expression,

It was a touch of tenderness that melted the frost and vanished the pain

It is a smile that dissolves sorrow and greets the spring breeze

Facing the lake, facing the stormy boat on the lake

and on a boat

The loved ones she will always miss......