Huang Qian's face was almost sunk in the ice, and he squinted his eyes viciously looking at Hua Fengju, who had killed his two relatives not far away, and couldn't afford to get up, he bared his teeth and yelled viciously at the five remaining doormen at the moment: "Go and cut off the heads of these three people for me, I will put them in front of the third master's spirit to pay tribute to the third master!" ”

Huang retreated, and the Huang family ranked third in their generation, so the juniors in the family called him the third master.

This old Jianghu who has been stormy for half his life, did not expect that he would be here today, and died in the hands of the young man who has not yet been established, and now he is afraid that he will not even be able to enter the gun forest where the bones of the Gun Sect are buried in the Crying Cormorant Pass.

The sword dispute between the swordsman of Yanbei and the swordsman surnamed Wang is still inseparable.

But Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Fairy, is already hanging by a thread!

A spearman grabbed the child by the collar, pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist, and reached for the child's delicate neck. The other four people also walked towards the dying Yan Sixteen and Hua Fengju respectively.

The death of the son of the Sword Immortal today seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly! There was a deer roar in the mountains and forests, echoing ethereal on the surface of the river!

On the river, everyone's hearts trembled, as if listening to fairy music, and they got carried away for a moment, and there was an untimely sense of relaxation in their hearts!

Before everyone could come to their senses, the ice on the surface of the river shattered instantly without warning, and the sound of water on the spacious river surface was suddenly monstrous. The people who came to react in no hurry were carried by the river and went down the river.

Three light white deer jumped out of the green cliffs on the riverside, they jumped on the river like elves, treading water lightly, almost at the same time, the choking child and the life and death of the two people Hump on their backs, and quickly jump back to the opposite bank.

At their feet, the raging river comes and goes as freely as the ground!

The child named Yan Longyu, who was carried by the white deer, had experienced too much this day. He felt that his body was no longer listening, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall asleep. It's just that before he closed his eyes, he seemed to clearly see that there was a gentle young man in white on the other side.

On the other side of the river, the two people who were obsessed with cutting and rubbing a knife and a sword finally noticed something strange on the river, and the two actually tacitly withdrew their hands at the same time. The man who nested the crops smiled and nodded at the swordsman, took two steps and flew into the river, and pulled out the crying cormorant Guan Huang Li who was struggling in the river water.

Only the five cormorants were left in the river, and no one cared about them, struggling.

On the opposite bank, there is a dusty white dress standing on the riverside, although the whole face is shrouded in a layer of hazy white mist, but it is still elegant and extraordinary, like a celestial man.

Huang Qian, who was relieved, looked at the white-clothed man on the other side who didn't know when, and his anger was completely written on his face, not caring about the face of the big faction in the rivers and lakes, he broke his voice and scolded angrily: "You demon from there again, and you are against the crying cormorant!" You're good enough for a white head! Do you dare to say your name, Lao Tzu will go back and call someone! Flatten your ancestral grave! ”

Is it easy for Lao Tzu to kill someone?

The elegant white-clothed man on the other side touched the docile white deer's heads in turn, and watched them leave briskly and disappear into the green cliffs in the distance. Only then did he look at the other side with an intoxicating smile and replied with two words: "Don't dare." ”

There are immortals, and put the white deer between the green cliffs!

Although Bai Yi didn't speak loudly, it still clearly entered everyone's ears, and it was extremely mysterious.

The old Taoist who digs his nose seems to have endless nose poogers.

It should be "persuaded" to retreat from the people in Luming Valley who want to come, Zhang Muyang swaggered behind Huang Qian, and kicked out without speaking, "How did Qi Hongtian Qi Lao'er teach the juniors of Qi Lao'er in the Crying Pass, he scolded his mother when he opened his mouth, and he was embarrassed!" ”

Huang Qian, who ate a dog and ate feces again, was extremely depressed, and he suddenly felt that it seemed safer to lie on the ground at this moment: the feelings that came out this time were all big guys, and Lao Tzu was a clown who jumped off the beam!? Dare to call us Qi Lao'er, who are you?

Zhang Muyang, an old Taoist, squinted at the other side with a smile on his face, and the pupils between his eyes were slightly purple, which was the opening of the Dao Gate Heavenly Eye.

It's just that the old Taoist looked at it for a long time and couldn't see the doorway: The white clothes in front of him are really not human?

The old heavenly master of Fu Qi Mountain received the supernatural power, Shi Shiran relieved the floating and sinking of his waist, and bowed his waist with a trick in his hand: "The blessing is immeasurable, and Zhang Muyang of the poor Fu Qi Mountain." It's just that today's situation is really unexpected by Lao Er, and he also asks heaven and man to solve his doubts. ”

Huang Qian, who heard the name of the old Taoist, was like ashes, and buried his head directly in the ground: You are immortals fighting, don't take me with you.

The man in white held a wordless book in his hand, and said in a gentle voice: "I, rootless duckweed, no name, no surname, no Confucianism, no Buddha, no Tao, no god, no ghost, no human, no demon, no reincarnation, no yin and yang, no out of this mountain, only listen to the destiny of heaven." ”

"This is the end of destiny, and I am here."

The old Taoist looked clear and admired, so he nodded slightly, but the fact was that he didn't understand anything: If you don't understand, then just change the topic with you, anyway, I have lived for almost two hundred years, but I can't show my cowardice in front of the juniors. He said tentatively: "Celestial, that child still has some relationship with me, can you let me take it away!" ”

The man in white shook his head, "This son has the luck of your Daomen Northern Crape Myrtle, and he has the ability to change the world." It's ridiculous to say, this mortal rise and fall is inevitable, but the heavenly immortals also have greed, delusional to stop the operation of the Great Dao with their own strength, and enjoy the worship of the world alone. Hehe, go back, this child can't enter your door, he needs to stay in my Qishan for fifteen years! ”

Everyone heard it in the clouds, what kind of immortals? What avenue? Does anyone really believe it?

Zhang Muyang understood this time, he changed his usual casual behavior, like a student seeking advice savoring the lecture of Mr. Private School, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly spit out the word "Clear".

The farmer surnamed Wang didn't understand the twists and turns of these two people, so he simply held a withered straw in his mouth and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The swordsman opened his eyes wide, and looked at the yellow rin who came out of the cry and buried his head in the soil with curiosity, grinning and sneering.

Huang Qian just wanted to stay away from these people at this time.

The man in white looked at the swordsman surnamed Zhang and the old Taoist surnamed Zhang on the other side, smiled slightly, raised his hand and touched the head of the son of the sword fairy sleeping in his arms, and said calmly: "After today's incident, this son owes your Zhang family a favor, and he will have cause and effect one day!" ”

Zhang Muyang twisted his long eyebrows, flattered when he heard the words, and saluted loudly: "Lao'er, for the sake of the world's family, thank you here!" ”

The swordsman Zhang Gong didn't know why, he still stood in place with his knife horizontally, staring at Huang Qian like a play.

The next moment, the man in white waved his sleeves in front of several people, Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal, the Xishu Phoenix, and the little apprentice of the Sword Immortal, Yan Sixteen, just quietly disappeared in front of everyone on the other side.

The white-clothed celestial man turned around and flew away. In the end, he left a sentence that reached the ears of several people, and the words were true:

"You can tell the entire rivers and lakes, within fifteen years, in this Fulong County, whoever wants to move this child named Yan Longyu can try, although I can't go out of the mountain, but it is more than enough to kill a mortal who doesn't know what to do!"

That's what he said, and he did the same for the next fifteen years, countless killers and people from the rivers and lakes came quietly and died quietly until no one dared to touch the child in public.

After this day, there was an immortal legend on the rivers and lakes.

- In the middle of the mountain.

I don't know how many days later, when the child named Yan Longyu woke up again, he was already lying in a spacious bamboo hut.

Yan Longyu turned over in a daze and walked out of the bamboo house, he saw a circle of fences; I saw an old Confucian with a serious face and an old slave who looked like a servant chopping wood at the door, looking at him at the same time; When I turned my head, there was a handsome child sitting on the threshold of the side room, who was about the same age as himself.

It's all like a dream, and I don't know when it's true and when it's false.

Yan Longyu slowly walked in front of the handsome child, tilted his head, and asked a series of questions in a childish voice, "You, what's your name?" ”

"Why am I here?"

"Do you see my uncle and brother?"

"Are you dumb?"

The handsome child of the same age slowly turned his head, his face was cold, and he looked at Yan Longyu in front of him with the expression of a fool, and said, "The adult is dead." Then he added coldly, "I am the prince of Beihuan, and I am alone." ”

Yan Longyu didn't react for a long time, he pinched his white and tender arm, and looked at the old Confucian who was chopping wood. Wow cried out, "Uncle Feng! I won't make you angry anymore, if you die, how can I live if you die! ”

When he was crying, a familiar voice came from the room behind the handsome child, "Stinky boy, hold me back, your uncle and I are not dead yet, why are you crying!" ”

"Huh?" The child stopped crying, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, so he was stunned: Uncle Feng is not dead, isn't the sixteenth brother ......

……

Yan Sixteen is gone, this poor man who was born without a mother, was kicked out of the house by his brother and sister-in-law in his teens, and was forced to wander the rivers and lakes, wanted to learn swords from the sword fairy, and longed for the young man who would one day be famous in the rivers and lakes, so he died in the cold river.

No one had ever heard his last words as he lay dying.

No one seems to remember his bitter smile.

This maybe, it's the rivers and lakes! A young man is a lonely and nameless river.

"He once said that the happiest thing in this life is to be accepted as an apprentice by the Great Sword Immortal, and the best person I have ever seen in this life is your mother."

"I asked your father why he accepted him as such a mediocre apprentice with so many good sword embryos in the world, hehe, your father said Yan Sixteen! When you really encounter a big event, there is hope, child, sincerely! ”

"I didn't understand it before, but now I know why."

Yan Longyu knelt in front of a newly piled mound of earth at the foot of Qishan Mountain, and listened to Hua Fengju, who was standing on the side, talking about the past of the sixteenth brother, "Sixteenth brother, you haven't been able to go home to see until you die?" ”

Hua Fengju looked at the grave pile and sighed, "His father died a year ago, and his brother and sister-in-law have also moved to other places. There is no one at home for a long time! Go back, so what! ”

Yan Longyu stretched out his hand and touched the tombstone engraved with Yan Sixteen's name, and said lonely: "Actually, my father is dead, right?" Uncle Feng. ”

Xishu Fengjue, who could no longer hold a sword in his right hand, looked at the child in front of him who actually understood everything, and nodded heavily.

After the two people left the grave, a little beggar wearing a mud jacket knelt in front of Yan Sixteen's grave holding a delicate pastry that he had taken from nowhere.

The child carefully placed the pastry in front of the grave, buried his head in the dirt of the grave, and began to cry. See off the hero who once came to the rescue.

The cry was even more sad in the no-man's land, and suddenly a voice came from behind the child, "Do you want to hold the sword?" His sword! ”

The tearful child turned his head suddenly, and saw the handsome face that rejected people, Hua Fengju.

"It's his sword! If you want to learn, catch it! ”

The child wiped his face, stood up without hesitation, took Yan Sixteen's short sword with both hands, and nodded fiercely.

"Kneel, apprentice!"

The child, who had been trampled in muddy water, knelt down to his dead master with a thud at this moment, and kowtowed three times.

"His name is Yan Sixteen, and he desperately wants to protect that child named Yan Longyu, what about you?" Hua Fengju saw perseverance in the eyes of this child.

The child held the short sword tightly and said resolutely: "From now on, the little one will be called Yan Gui, Yan Longyu is my master, his life is my life!" ”

"In the future, I, Yan Gui, want to let the entire rivers and lakes know that there is a person named Yan Sixteen, he! Once here! ”

Lonely Swallow Returns! There are successors to Yan Sixteen!