At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the shepherd boy's flute was interrupted by a beautiful flute, and the shepherd boy heard the sound of the voice, and it was the five-year-old Xiao Yang Jian. Mu Di ran up to him and said, "Little one, how old are you?"

"Five years old, how old are you! Big? Yang Jian asked back.

"Twelve years old! Your flute is so powerful, it's really a pleasant sound, who taught you? ”

Yang Jian pointed back: "General Wen Tingqian taught me!" ”

No wonder, he listened to Wen Tingnuo's melodious flute for five years here, all of which were taught by Wen Tingqian, Yang Jian said goodbye to the shepherd boy and rushed to Wudang Mountain. The more he walked to the top of the mountain, the more dignified the immortal qi became, and Yang Jian felt that his body was light, and he jumped for miles with a slight leap, and jumped happily towards the mountain.

A shadow flashed, a sword appeared in front of Yang Jian's forehead, Yang Jian looked up, and saw a white-clothed boy looking at him with his peach blossom eyes. Yang Jian was startled and shouted, "Who are you!" ”

"Xue Baimo!" The man in white replied.

"Brother Bai Mo, you are so handsome, I also want to learn swords." Yang Jian said.

Bai Mo suddenly smiled: "The child's mouth is so sweet, go, take you to Wudang Mountain!" By the way, I see that you brought a Wen Tingqian guard, you must have come to find Wen Tingnuo! ”

"Yes!" Yang Jian nodded, "He asked me to tell Wen Tingnuo that there will be no more wars in Qiruo City, let him pay attention to safety, and the Heavenly Realm will target him sooner or later." ”

Hearing this, Xue Baimo was stunned, Wen Tingqian was safe, the danger was Wen Tingnuo, but Wen Tingnuo had to be like a dog, and he would have to rely on Xue Baimo to protect him at that time, but he would never abandon Wen Tingnuo, Zhenwu, as Lu Dongbin's eldest brother, passed on his lifelong swordsmanship to Xue Baiwai, and the Lu Zu swordsmanship that he secretly practiced when he was young, his swordsmanship has been cultivated to the point where it is in full swing.

When the day comes, he will not be afraid.

Wen Tingnuo will not be discovered for the time being, but Xue Baimo wonders why the Heavenly Realm is targeting him? Could it be that after beating his father, he came to beat his son, Wen Tingnuo has been with him for so long, he dares to conclude that Wen Tingnuo is by no means Yu Jin.

On the top of Wudang Mountain, where the white mist was shrouded, the door of Zhenwu's house was slowly opened, and a man who looked like an old man arched his hand and said, "Marshal, Xue Baimo is here." ”

"Well, the Great Sword Immortal is here! He's alone."

The old man listened to the hoarse voice, shook his hand, bowed his head and said, "Well, there is a five-year-old child."

Zhenwu swallowed, "He's Yang Li's eldest child?" ”

The old man retired and asked Xue Baimo to go, and Bai Mo walked into the house. patted Zhenwu on the shoulder and smiled, "I'm here to find Arnold." Zhenwu got up: "Come with me." Zhenwu took his hand and pulled him to the top of the mountain

To the top of the mountain, the figure of the people under the mountain can be seen at a glance, looking from afar, the beautiful figure under the mountain blows the Qiang flute, the sound of the Qiang flute is sad and cold, and can not help but make people feel sad and lonely.

"Arnold-" Xue Baimo pulled Yang Jian and was about to run down, but Zhenwu stopped him and said, "Yang Li's eldest child stays, and I will give him some tasks." Yang Jian followed Zhenwu away, Xue Baimo waved his hand, the blade of the sword was unsheathed, suspended in the air, and he took the sword down the mountain. Draw a white arc.

Under the mountain, a high-spirited young man is closing his eyes, playing the flute, enjoying the heart of nature, and thinking about the people of the old city. For five years, he hadn't seen his father for five years, hadn't heard of him, as if he was imprisoned in Wudang Mountain and isolated from the world, and sometimes he drank and wrote poems with the migrants under the mountain, and persuaded and encouraged, he never forgot to make himself stronger, but he didn't make the slightest progress in martial arts for five years, as if something imprisoned him. He looked at the lotus lamp in the pavilion, and a trace of tiredness flashed in his eyes, maybe this thing should not have belonged to him.

Seeing Xue Baimo flying, his eyes were full of envy, when he could be like him, he fantasized that he and his father would defeat the demon seed and defend the people.

Unexpectedly, Bai Mo came, and knocked his head hard, "Yang Li is as old as you, look at Qiuqiu, how old are the children, and you are still indifferent here."

"Who is Yang Li?" Wen Tingnuo was confused, what has happened in the past five years? Xue Baimo told him Yang Li's story, and asked again, "Do you have any stories to tell?"

"You mean, my father is safe!" In Yang Li's story, the news came that his father was safe and sound, he cried, he didn't cry his father, but Yang Li, he was the hero of the story, but the wonderful story also had an end.

"Hey! Don't cry! At least we won, didn't we" Xue Baimo asked again, "Tell me your story!" ”

"I don't even know who I am, let alone a story! For five years, I was kept in the dark, not knowing what was going on or what had happened to my father. "It's not self-pity, he's just worried about his father

"The more this happens, the more there is a story!" Xue Baimo looked at him and said, and then stopped asking.

There may be a type of ordinary people, who are silently giving and dedicating, they have no twists and turns in life, and repeat the same thing every day, but they themselves may not know how many wonderful and magnificent stories they have behind them, constituting a monotonous and colorful world.

But all the people of the world have the same friendship, affection, love, friendship, and the world accepts the world that binds them. The desire for freedom is precisely because love is more noble than freedom, so that people in the world consciously or unconsciously pursue the freedom they advocate.

Wen Tingnuo walked to the pavilion, put away the Baolian lamp, lay on the chair and yawned, and smiled: "Sleep for a while, no one will come to Wudang Mountain, they will continue to look for their Yu Jing, and I should also go back to Qiruoguan." ”

"Qiruoguan, you can't go back, stay in Wudang Mountain and accompany me!" Xue Baimo smiled at him.

"Yes! Wudang Mountain is safe, besides, Yang Jian still wants you to teach him to play the flute. A sharp and gentle bel sang came, and I saw a woman in red slowly descending the mountain, her hand stretched up, stretched, showing her white elbows.

"Burning Rong" Xue Baimo saw him and was about to step forward, when Wen Tingnuo's sound of sleep interrupted the soft atmosphere.

"Great Sword Immortal, Wen Tingnuo can't go, Yang Jian can't go, Wudang Mountain is so lively, dogs, hens, and roosters also report the dawn, they all say that you can cut the world with a sword of cultivating immortals, why don't you teach Wen Tanuo and Yang Jian, avoid this boring time, the Three Realms are peaceful on the surface, even if there is turmoil, it will not disturb Wudang."

Bai Mo sighed: "Wen Tingnuo was not born to practice martial arts, but Yang Jian's body exudes an immortal aura that I have never seen before, and it has nothing to do with swordsmanship!" He oppresses, not pleasant. ”

As the sun set, reflecting the bamboo pavilion at the foot of the mountain, the sentimental boy, the boy stretched his waist, there was no one in front of him, he raised his head and said to himself, "Why am I so sensitive to the sunset?" Warm, but stranger. ”

There was a sound of leisurely footsteps at the foot of the mountain, and I saw a boy who looked like a scholar, looked at him with contempt, stared at his bronze-like eyes, and asked, "You are the old boy who can't do anything after five years of martial arts?" ”

"No! I'm Wen Tingnuo, on this Wudang Mountain~"

"Haha! My name is Xuan Jiao, I have been cultivating immortals for five years, I have to build a foundation in the middle of the middle of cultivation, and I am about to go up the mountain to apprentice, I heard that Wen Tingnuo's martial arts practice is stagnant, it is better for you to cultivate immortals with me, I will accept you as an apprentice, and in the future, you will be promoted to immortals, which can be described as a promising future. ”

Wen Tingnuo's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he didn't know that Yan Jiao was laughing at him, he looked at Yan Jiao, tall and tall, quite a literati temperament, fourteen or fifteen years old boy appearance, the afterglow of the sunset could also reflect his light, but the corners of his treacherous mouth seemed to be full of scheming and bewitchment.

Wen Tingnuo was looked down upon by him, and Wen Tingnuo thought that he was like this, but he unexpectedly flattered Xue Baimo.

Wen Tingnuo decisively rejected him, and the impression he gave Wen Tingnuo was that he flattered the strong and despised the weak. I can't guess the city government and scheming of Jiao, I remember that Jiao is not willing to be ordinary, but he bends his eyebrows. Wen Tingnuo is a waste, because everyone thinks that he is not worthy of martial arts, let alone his father.

Zhenwu said that Sword Immortal Bai Mo would not be annihilated, and Yang Jin would eventually open the Eye of Heaven. Only when Wen Tingnuo was mentioned, he could only sigh and sigh, and he didn't want to see Wen Tingnuo anymore, insults and exclusions filled his life, and on the night of a lunar eclipse, Wen Tingnuo ran away with the Baolian lantern.

Reaching out and not seeing his five fingers, with a "bang", Wen Tingnuo stumbled on a thick tree, and he took out the Baolian lamp.

"Huh?" Wen Tingnuo shook his head: "Isn't the Baolian lamp a lamp?" Glow! "The Baolian lamp is obviously called a lamp, but it is darker than a tree," I already knew to bring a candle. Accompanied by the vast darkness, he left Wudang Mountain and started the road of wandering

The sun hasn't risen for a long time. It was still dark in front of him, and he couldn't discern the direction, so he could only grope out a piece of soft ground and lay down and slept for the night, quietly waiting for the arrival of the morning sun, and he didn't know when, he fell asleep, and slept very heavily. So much so that the movement around him could not disturb him.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already noon, and the light of the sun made him have to turn his head, and at this turn, he saw the woman in white beside him, facing his face, so close that his mind was blank, this was like a fairy in front of him, so that he was fascinated, the woman's eyes were closed, her skin was white and glowing, and her nose that went straight down collided with his nose at that moment, and the corners of her lips were slightly pale, tightly closed, like a peach blossom. He stared at her with wide eyes, wondering when she had appeared beside him. Suddenly feeling his heart beating faster and a surge of blood, he hurriedly got up and apologized again and again, he was inadvertently offended.

The girl woke up, sat up, stretched, saw Wen Tingnuo in front of her, and asked, "Are they gone?" ”

"Who—who?" Wen Tingnuo scratched his head.

The girl smiled, and in Wen Tingnuo's opinion, this seemed to be the most beautiful scenery in the world, and the girl spoke: "I ask you if you have seen a group of people riding swords and passing from above?" ”

"Riding... Sword" he remembered Xue Baimo.

"Ha, look at you as a stupid donkey."

"Stupid... Donkey? He thought of the person who was talking about Jiao! He shook his head, and said secretly in his heart: "How did I get involved with the stupid donkey and the Jiao." Before he could think any further, the woman beside him came to him.

"You know how to do immortal arts!" The girl asked him, and a fairy aura welled up from her body. Wen Tingnuo shook his head and replied, "I don't know anything, so I'll blow a flute." ”

"Do you want to learn?" The girl asked again. He replied, "Yes, but I just can't learn." The girl lay down again: "Lie down next to me!" Let's talk. She looked at the sky, and there was no shining sun in her eyes.

"Don't, I'll just stand here. Wen Tingnuo was taken aback by him, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling rose in his heart, and he asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Nonsense, if I don't have a name, I'll be like you! Stupid donkey. The girl smiled, but she didn't seem to answer the question.

"I ask you what's your name!" Wen Tingnuo glanced at him and continued to ask.

"Dream Diving, what about you? By the way, I am a disciple of an old immortal named Jingxi, and he is not old, he is handsome. Dream looked at the sun and said, "Are you afraid of it?" ”

"I am Wen Tingnuo, and my father is Wen Tingqian, the guard of Qiruo City. He's great! I'm not afraid of the sun, I like the rising sun, but I'm more familiar with the sunset. Wen Tingnuo asked again: "That immortal, why did he send someone to chase you?" ”

"No, I ran out by myself, those who chased me were not sent by the master, I heard that the master also left, and followed a little monk to the south, I was about to go to the south to find him, but I was targeted by a demon sword fairy, and he sent someone to kill me!" Mengqian said that Jingxi's ancestor was called Shun, a great leader, and the name Jingxi was the name of the little monk, and when he left, his pet came to her side, protecting her all the way, as if she saw the cat, just like seeing her teacher.

As she spoke, a small white head poked out of the grass, big eyes, reflecting the blue light very cute, Wen Tingnuo was fascinated by the little guy, fascinated to death, and the breath on the little guy's body, he was more familiar, better than the sunset, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The little guy became more enthusiastic, and suddenly threw himself at Wen Tingnuo, hugging his neck affectionately and licking his face.

"Do you recognize him?" Dream asked.

The little guy jumped down, nodded, and looked at Wen Tingnuo, with awe, worship, and longing in his eyes. As if the beautiful boy in front of him was his long-lost old friend, Meng Qian was stunned In her opinion, the little guy was a fierce beast and cowered so in front of the boy, which couldn't help but make her doubt the boy's background.

Is he really Wen Tingqian's waste son? The dream is incomprehensible.

"I don't recognize it!" Wen Tingnott was stunned, he had never seen this little thing. The little thing seemed to be unhappy, and was so anxious that he rolled on the ground, Meng Qian picked it up, and was about to leave Wen Tingnuo to catch up, he didn't want to lose it as soon as he met.

"Dream Diving, do you know where this is? Also, how do you get to Qiruo City? "He didn't want to go south with her, he wanted to go to his parents.

"What do you think? You can't go back to Qiruo City, you better follow me to find the master! Maybe he'll take you in. Dream sneaked back.

"Really? Won't I be alone? ”

Mengqian patted his head: "Don't you still have me!" I'm alone now, who will accompany me! The little thing poked its head out and arched Mengqian's arm.

"Get out!" Meng Qian glared at him, she could see how fierce this little thing was. "Don't show up in front of outsiders in the future!"

The little thing clapped her hand and arched back again.

There was another noise behind him, Wen Tingnuo looked back, and saw four big men riding swords rushing from behind, he pulled Mengqian and ran forward, the four big men chased after him, but how could his feet be as fast as a sword, and he was chased up in an instant.

The four big men collected their swords and stopped in front of the two, Meng Qian grabbed Wen Tingnuo and blocked forward, the big man rushed head-on, Wen Tingnuo hurriedly said: "Little fairy, aren't you very powerful?" ”

Dream Qian blinked, "Do you think I look like I'm very powerful?" ”

Seeing that the big man was about to meet him, Wen Tingnuo took the flute and blocked forward, and a burst of light burst out in front of him, which frightened the big man to retreat again and again.

"What kind of monster is that~?"

"Go and tell the master!

A big man ran away, Wen Tingnuo looked fixedly, and there was a three-meter-tall white tiger in front of him, with gold and silver shoulder armor, and blue fire wings that were longer than his body, and his eyes seemed to be burning.

"Ahh

It looked back at Wen Tingnuo, and it turned into a small thing again.

"See? Don't let him come out and be scary in the future! "Dream Sneak sent him back. But Wen Tingnuo always felt that he had seen this monster somewhere.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" He remembered that this was one of the ancient fierce beasts.

Before he could speak, he was pulled away by Meng Qian: "We have to hurry, the master is about to arrive in the South China Sea, we have to catch up with him!"

"Who told you?" Wen Ting asked.

"Little Things"

Next to the South China Sea, the mark on Rulai's chest shone brightly, and he called Jingxi.

"Master, what's the matter with calling disciples?"

"He's here! There's movement, it's coming towards us! ”

"Who?" Pure joy is puzzled.

"Creation! Lingzu! ”

Rulai raised his peerless beauty head and looked at Jingxi: "He is not alone. ”

"I'm there, the naughty apprentice." Jing Xi narrowed her eyes, "She doesn't bully Ling Ancestor!" ”

Then she's quite brave! Rulai also smiled, "It's my turn!" Master, it's time to devote yourself to this world, and may my body be able to exchange his life for peace. He understood that after his death, Maitreya would turn this world into heaven.

Wen Tingnuo walked to the river, the river was clear, and he could see the bottom at a glance, and his hand reached into it, feeling the endless coolness. He stretched out his hand, still looking carefully at the bottom of the river, and a golden light flashed at the bottom of the river, and then shone on the whole river, and a figure sprang out of the river, and he collapsed to the ground in fright. The figure fell to the ground, saw the dream lurking, and rushed straight away.

Wen Tingnuo grabbed his foot, and he smiled: "Waste boy, do you know who I am?" ”

The four big men came again, and shouted in unison: "Sword Immortal Kezhi is here, don't be presumptuous!" ”

"Sword Immortal?"

"Yes, Shizun's cultivation has reached the early stage of human immortals, it is useless for you to resist, quickly tie your hands and capture, if you surrender, there may be a little room for survival." One of the big men said.

Human immortals? He heard something familiar, oh! Xue Baimo seems to be at the level of Heavenly Immortal Consummation, and that seems to be what it means.

Wen Tingnuo let go of his hand, stood up, looked at the middle-aged "Kezhi" Sword Immortal in front of him, pointed at Mengqian again, and arched his hand: "This person's demonic words are touching the public, and he must not be kept, he should be punished immediately, so as to avoid future troubles, Lord Sword Immortal, don't hesitate anymore." ”

"Stupid donkey! Ungrateful you! "Dream dive was terrified.

"Count you as a kid." Ke Zhi drew his sword and walked towards the dream, and in the next second, a burst of white light emitted behind him, and Ke Zhi turned into a baby and rolled on the ground.

"That's how the Lotus Lantern was used!" Wen Tingnuo patted the Baolian lantern, and then looked at the four big men, who slipped away without saying a word, and ran away quickly on their swords.

Dream Qian ran over and hugged Wen Tingnuo: "You scared me to death!" ”

Wen Tingnuo only felt a heat on his face.

Mengqian silently patted his head: "Stupid donkey! ”

"Huh! Why is your face red? ”

"What? Where? ”