If Feng Qi knew that Dou Xiaotong and Li Jinxing would have a verbal dispute because of him, he would feel honored to think about it.

But he didn't know.

So when he saw the old man wearing a snake-patterned red robe sitting in the middle of the road and playing a kite, he kept scolding his mother in his heart.

"Senior brother, can you beat this old man?" He leaned over to Mu Linhan and said.

Mu Linhan glanced at him and said calmly: "I can't beat it." ”

He glanced at Dugu Zhe again, and shook his head after groaning.

Feng Qi thought to himself, could it be that the old man on the other side had such a profound realm? Even Mu Linhan, who is half-stepping to lead the way, is not an opponent with the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand?

can't even say that, the information revealed by Mu Linhan may be the result of being killed instantly.

He quietly took out his sword order.

Suddenly, I heard a zither sound.

The sound of the zither is long.

The hand holding the sword order couldn't exert any strength, or rather, Feng Qi had already used all his strength, but the power in his hand could not be transmitted to the sword order.

The Sword Order is intact, and naturally there will be no world-shattering powerhouse from the Snow Cloud Sect who has crossed thousands of miles.

"The strength is still your own." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, with vicissitudes, "Whether it is a magic weapon or other evil sects, it is just icing on the cake, and it can't be done in the snow." ”

The wind squeezed out a wry smile.

Mu Linhan took a step forward, his sword roared, and then he was suppressed in an instant, and he bore the brunt of it, almost falling to his knees.

Feng Qi opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The only thing left in the world is the sound of the zither.

Dugu Zhe fell to the ground.

Feng Qi's face was pale, and his back was full of cold sweat.

Mu Linhan frowned, his forehead was bruised, and his face showed unhealthy blood.

The sword roared again.

The old man squinted, and the fingers that had just played the zither note did not even retract.

The sword roared and went out again.

Mu Linhan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a long sound of flute.

This was followed by the cheerful sound of the piano.

Feng Qi felt that the pressure on his body was much lighter, and even the slight injuries he had just suffered in the sound of the zither had improved a lot, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The old man opened his eyes, and his fingers fell back on the zither in front of his lap.

The sound of the zither is a masterpiece.

The sound of the piano became more and more cheerful.

The sound of the flute became longer and longer.

After a long time, the old man was covered in a cloak and bleeding all over, but his expression was still so calm.

There was a middle-aged scribe who walked past the wind with a flute.

A young scholar fell in front of the old man with a piano in his arms.

It was only at this time that Feng Qi couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged scribe.

It was actually the Xiaoyao Pavilion written by Jizhou to solve his doubts!

No, it can't be so strong to hold a pen, although Xiaoyao Pavilion still talks about the Tao with books, but the big thing in the Void Dao Realm, even if it can't do splashing ink, it can become a heavenly policy, how can it be reduced to a continent?

In just a few breaths, he thought of several possibilities, but before he could ask, because the old man in the serpentine red robe finally spoke.

"Isn't it ridiculous that you are a half-buried old man who looks like such a child?" The old man sighed softly.

The young scholar smiled, "A man is a teenager until he dies, haven't you heard of this sentence?" ”

"The water is flowing eastward, too." The old man looked at the middle-aged scribe standing in the distance with his hands in his hands, and sneered, "It seems that Xiaoyao Pavilion has made up his mind to be a dog for the royal family. ”

Without waiting for Shui Dongliu to respond, the old man continued: "Wrong, you are not even as good as a dog, the dog still knows how to wag his tail and beg for mercy, and ask the master for a few bones, hey, how can you wag your tail, will the royal family grant you the slightest request?" ”

Shui Dongliu smiled and shook his head, "If you can't beat it, you will swear, this is what children do." ”

The old man was silent for a moment, then sighed again.

As the sigh slowly dissipated, the blood in the old man's body was full of light, and soon it reached the point of covering the sky and the sun, and from the perspective of the wind, the old man seemed to have turned into a round of sun.

The blood-colored sun.

A sword flashed in the blazing sun, and the sword light separated the blood light, and went straight to Feng Qi and the others.

Xi Xi Shen put down the piano, picked up the pen, and waved a stroke with his eyebrows.

Shui Dongliu put away the flute, took out the chess, and landed a chess piece at will.

Countless inks appeared in front of the sword light, and the ink quickly condensed into four villains, all of whom stopped in front of the sword light.

The first villain held a gun, raised the gun and slammed it on the sword light, and the spearhead dragon loomed.

The sword light pierced him devastatingly, darkening a little.

The second villain took the sword, and the snowflakes around the sword body floated, and the snowflakes froze into frost and fell on the sword light one after another.

The sword light quickly cut through the frost and darkened it by two points.

The third villain was carrying a huge sword box, pinching his fingers, and another villain similar to his size appeared behind him, and the two worked together to trap the sword light.

It took a while for the sword light to get out of the villain's trap, and it didn't look as bright as when it first appeared.

It was only then that he met the last villain.

The villain carried the piano on his back, carried the sword, and stood a bird on his shoulder, looking rather depressed.

He unleashed an inky sword light at the sword light.

The two sword lights collided, and the ice melted.

The blood gradually faded, and the old man's clothes exploded at some point, revealing his sturdy upper body without a trace of wounds.

The faces of the water and the sun sank a lot, and they glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity and disbelief in each other's eyes.

They decided to try again.

The chess fell again, and the landscape was used as the plate to play a game of lore, trapping the old man in the middle.

The pen waved again, drawing a simple tripod with heaven and earth as paper, and slowly walked towards the old man's town.

The old man didn't look at the ding, and he didn't pay attention to the chess game, he just charged up and slashed a sword.

The sword light rose in the sky, first breaking the chess, and then breaking the pen, only in an instant.

The water flowed eastward and the daytime and the west spitted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and the day and west sink were closer, and the injuries were more serious, and it seemed that there was a sign of fall.

The old man said softly: "Although I have never broken through that line, you two are farther away, and you will not be my opponent." ”

Shui Dong fell to the ground, carrying the equally seriously injured Dayxi Shen, blood wet his clothes, flowing all over the ground, looking a little miserable, "It seems that it will not be long before the Weeping Blood Pavilion will become a top-level sect of the Shuanghe Dao." ”

The old man was dismissive of this, "In the past, the Tianshan Gate and Liuhe Dao were all defeated, so what can be done with the Shuanghe Dao?" ”

Shui Dongliu coughed twice, and laughed a little miserably, "The Honglin Pavilion at that time was too strong, which doesn't mean that Tianshan is weak." ”

The old man said, "But Honglin Pavilion has also fallen. ”

Shui Dongliu said: "The human race lives in tribes, and before the founding of the country, there is a mountain in the north and south, called Tianduan, and the height of the mountain is that it is difficult for the person with the best foot strength to spend his life inexhaustible, but you see now, there is a mountain in the world named Tianduan?" ”

The old man's eyes flashed slightly, as if he felt something.

Shui Dongliu said: "When everything eventually withers, perhaps the old emperor has removed the word long live from the etiquette regulations based on this consideration." ”

The old man said, "I don't think that's appropriate. ”

Shui Dongliu looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The old man pointed to the sky and asked, "The sun has been shining for thousands of years, has it ever fallen?" ”

Shui Dongliu said: "The things that lay the foundation of heaven and earth are naturally not among them. ”

The old man thought to himself that this sentence was very problematic.

At this moment, Feng Qi suddenly interjected, "I heard from my second brother that the so-called scorching sun is just a big fireball, and it has been evaporating and shrinking, maybe it will disappear in another 10,000 years." ”

The old man was slightly stunned.

Shui Dong reprimanded: "Nonsense! ”

The old man found this statement very interesting, and said, "Did your brother have any basis for saying this?" ”

Feng Qi said: "He took Zhixian as an example. ”

Zhixian, that is, Li Jinxing.

But Li Jinxing and the scorching sun can't fight, how can they be linked?

The old man and Shui Dongliu are both old men when Dugu opened the dynasty, so they can naturally understand the meaning of the wind.

The more great things there are in the realm of merging the Dao, the number of cultivators in this world will decrease, and the more difficult it will be for cultivators with lower realms to reach higher realms. At the same time, after the great things of the Dao Realm soared, the Yuan Qi was taken away, resulting in the Yuan Yuan Continent's Yuan Qi not being effectively replenished, and it was difficult to form a cycle, and in the long run, the Dao Yuan Continent's cultivation environment would no longer exist, and eventually fall into a wasteland, which was the Yuan Qi constant.

Although Li Jinxing's approach is spurned, no one above the Void Dao doubts the authenticity of this theory, because they are the ones who are most sensitive to the changes between heaven and earth.

If the vitality is constant, why can't other things be constant?

"The second brother said that energy cannot be generated or disappeared out of thin air, and heat is also one of them." "And most of the heat comes from the sun. ”

Shui Dongliu frowned and thought for a few breaths, then stretched out.

The old man's brows furrowed even longer, and he sighed, "So the requirements for ascension will be higher and higher?" ”

Shui Dongliu responded: "If there is a spirit in the sky, it is natural to know how to protect yourself. ”

The old man asked, "Then the question is, is there really a spirit in heaven?" ”

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