The night was dark.

On the wide bed in the dormitory, Xiao Huang curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

Xin Zhuo's left hand separated the jade pillow under his neck, and the void condensed in his right hand, only to see the eight True Qi Condensation Spears above the bed, forming a "one" character for a while, and a "day" character for a while.

In an instant, the eight True Qi Condensation Soldiers turned into swords again, first forming the word "dry", and then turning into the word "kill".

The next moment, the small sword became a "knife", "stick", "halberd", "axe", "yue", "hook", "fork" and so on.

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Whatever you can think of in your head, you can change it, everything is so smooth and easy.

"Isn't this just play?"

After thinking about it, he took out the two small swords "Natal Elite Soldiers", and the Xuanbing Heavenly Thunder True Qi entered majestically, instantly destroying the remaining traces inside and instilling his true qi.

For a while, the mind was clear, and the two sword bodies were connected.

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand turned slightly, and the two flying swords were wrapped in a terrifying sharp light, flashed away, and quickly turned, like an arm making a finger.

Isn't this the "natal elite soldier" coming?

Can I operate two handles by myself?

Let's make do with it first, and we'll talk about it later!

Received the "Natal Little Sword", closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the misty lake, there seemed to be a soul-shaking breath that suddenly arrived in front of the bed.

A mysterious momentum like the general trend of heaven and earth disappeared in a flash.

Xin Zhuomeng was sober and was about to open his eyes, but he felt that there was no malice in this breath.

His Holiness in the family? What did he come to do?

As he was thinking, a pair of rough old hands pressed his pulse three feet in the air.

That's right! Although there is no contact, it is obviously like being pinched by a pair of rough old hands!

The candlelight was flickering, and at this moment there was an old man with a white beard, a face full of age spots, and an old man with a drooping old man, with a slight back and a slight sentence, but a pair of old eyes full of fierceness.

At first glance, this scene was a little terrifying, but as the old man's face was full of love, it gradually dissipated.

Unfortunately, after a moment, the old man's face showed a trace of doubt, and then he turned into disappointment, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the room.

I don't know how to get in, I don't know how to disappear.

Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and moved his body slightly, it was a little cold, and the old man's true qi actually spread along his wrist to the meridians of his body.

Test?

With the blessing of the Mochizuki Well exercises, I can't understand this ghost meridian in my body, and the Venerable must be stronger than Mochizuki Well, right?

……

The moonlight is shining.

The old man left the room and staggered towards the Venerable Tower, only his back was a little more shy, and the moonlight stretched his figure very long.

An old face was full of decadence and unwillingness.

At this time, he suddenly stopped, looked up and looked ahead, and a figure stood in the moonlight in front of him.

With silver and gray hair, his face does not look old, but his hands are like tree bark, full of old momentum, seeing the old man, he chuckled: "Brother Jiang, I'm afraid you and I haven't seen each other for thirty years?"

The old man sighed: "Thirty-one years and eight months, you were the stupidest back then, but you got the thirteenth moment column, I am quite impressed with you!"

Mr. Dongfang showed a smile on his face that was not in line with his age, and raised the wine jar in his hand: "Qingyangfang, the old white gan in the wine shop opened by the grandson of the old drunkard, although the old drunkard has passed away for many years, this spicy has remained!"

"Let's go!" The old man nodded.

The figures of the two flashed and disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they reached the top of the "Venerable Tower".

The ghost head and the great sword saint sitting cross-legged at the tower gate below were unexpectedly unaware.

On the top of the simple and quaint tower, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups, poured two glasses of wine, drank them all first, looked out the window and sighed: "A hundred years are just a snap of my fingers, I still remember that when I was young, I came to Beijing unkempt, and stood barefoot on the side of the road in a daze.

At that time, His Majesty Xuanzong had just ascended the throne, the new monarch was ambitious in all directions, and the Great Zhou was full of vitality. Brother Jiang is suave and young, the white horse luxury car leads the slave to roar down the street, and the pedestrians who provoke him give way one after another, Brother Jiang knows what the little brother thought at that time? ”

Venerable Jiang Yong's eyes also showed a hint of reminiscence, and then he smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "What do you think?"

Mr. Dongfang smiled: "I just thought, when can I be as chic as you as the Jiang son!"

Jiang Yong laughed: "Mention it again when you are young!" Your kid was born in Baiheqiu in the Western Regions, and he is also a famous sect, but he is arrogant and disdainful of establishing the world in the name of the sect, and later joined the Great Zhou, once became famous, and was talented, who dares to underestimate it? His Majesty Xuanzong recruited you into the palace, refused seven times, entered the Sword Division for the eighth time, and drank Ma Beicang for eleven years, who dared to plunder its edge? ”

Mr. Dongfang shook his head and smiled: "The past cannot be traced!" Do you still remember, Miss Shangguan's immortal posture, Song Gongzi's high spirits, the stunning and enchanting appearance of the fox demon girl, and the old drunkard who loved to drink and later pretended to be ignorant......"

I couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

Jiang Yong sighed: "It's a pity that the red face ends up with white bones, and the amazing talent is also in the lonely grave, how can the 'mountain' be good?" The old man is not ranked seventh, and your kid is ranked thirteenth, and now he is still living, isn't he just a little timid? ”

"Wu Yidao, cowardice can't break through after all!"

Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly: "Ye Chen and Qin Wuji have broken through, and now they have entered the ladder of heaven, I am afraid that they will have a long life and be at ease!"

Jiang Yong said with a smile: "Seven days of green rain, the prosperous era is coming, you have also entered the Venerable, you and I have survived so far, it is not a blessing!"

Mr. Dongfang nodded: "That's right!" In fact...... I want to apologize to Brother Jiang! ”

Jiang Yong poured himself a cup: "My nephew's meridians?"

Mr. Dongfang bowed slightly.

Jiang Yong chuckled: "I don't embarrass you about this matter, and there is no need to dispute between you and me with two old bones, but if he doesn't let you go, the old man doesn't know!"

Mr. Dongfang smiled: "Brother Jiang doesn't think that your nephew can catch up with the old man?"

Jiang Yong sighed: "Who can say the creation of the world?" was able to come back from Fulong Mountain alive, could it not be due to his destiny? ”

Mr. Dongfang was silent.

Jiang Yong glanced at the distance, and drank a cup to himself: "The little nun of the soul exterminating has not entered the Venerable, I'm afraid there is no chance, that kid has made arrangements, it's useless for you to drag the old man!"

Mr. Dongfang frowned.

……

Under the shadow outside Wuzhu, at this moment, there was an old nun figure, a pair of old eyes scanned the gate of Wuzhu, and fell silent.

In front of the Wuzhu gate, there is an eye-catching sign:

"No Soul Exterminators, Orientals, and Dogs!"

Under the sign, seven people sat cross-legged, majestic and undisguised.

Cicada clothes are also among them.

The moon gradually set in the west, and the old figure of the nun finally turned slowly and disappeared into the night.

The top floor of the "Venerable Tower".

Only Jiang Yong was left, and the wine jar on the side was crooked, and there was not a drop left.

The look of disappointment in the cloudy old eyes was even heavier: "Is there any hope?"

"Boom-"

"Hum—"

In front of the gate under the tower, the Ghost Head Tuo and the Great Sword Saint entered the half-step Grand Master at the same time, only one line of Great Grandmaster was missing.

The two of them were wrapped in an extremely fierce aura all over their bodies, and at the same time they got up and hugged their fists: "Venerable Xie is complete!" The half-step great master who has entered the ancient world under the door! ”

The old man's voice came from the top of the tower: "Thank you to the old ghost of the East too!"

After a moment of silence, he said, "You two go to Beicang!" Looking for Xiao Xiao of the Yin Coffin Sect, he owes the old lady a favor, take the Huangquan Holy Pill and return, and open the martial arts vein for my grandson! ”

"Whoa!"