The bottom of the Blind Mountain Bright Cave.

In the deepest part of the pitch blackness, a boxy ...... was cut by the snow-white sword light of the old sword saint Window?

From this window, you can clearly see the strange scene inside.

Originally on the couch in the room, the young man Ling Zhen in a cyan robe had already been sucked inside at a rapid speed.

In the window, or in the "door".

The thin black man with a wide white tiger skin on his shoulders squinted his eyes at this moment, looked at Wei Jie, a green-shirted guest from afar, with a smile, and said very proudly: "Qinglong Sword Immortal, don't think that only you can 'create people'. ”

Of course, Wei Jie knew that the creation of the man mentioned by the old man had nothing to do with the continuation of incense such as inheritance.

Ying Chun turned his head with a smile again, and looked at Zhuge Jielu, the principal of the academy who was joined by Heyu, "Principal Zhuge , I also have a bit of a 'dream' method, not too fine, I just want to invite the emperor to watch the Tao." ”

Zhuge Jielu listened, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the bright "window" that was cut by the sword qi.

In the thick darkness of this realm, a snow-white suddenly appeared, which was undoubtedly extremely eye-catching, and people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Dreams?

That's a fresh statement.

Does it mean to use the things experienced by the person in the dream as a kind of reference, so as to evolve the avenue and strengthen the cultivation?

The withered old man surnamed Ying made a wish in his heart.

That is.

Ask Emperor Zhuge to use his magic powers, and with immeasurable power, pull the young man named Ling Zhen on the island here as the "initiator" of this night's Taoism.

There is also another addition - this freshman of the academy, Ling Zhen, can also be called the "protagonist" of a new story!

Although I don't know what Yingchun thinks this time, Zhuge Jielu, who has always admired the gold medal tutor of the college, has no extra words, and stretches out a "hand" without saying a word.

With the giant palm of the Yin God, Ling Zhen, who was drunk and asleep, was dragged from the bed to the bottom of the cave.

Then, the young man in the green robe was forcibly "put" into the black and white striped ruin bracelet by Mentor Ying's magic powers.

The foot that the old man raised.

It is a sharp long sword called "Frost Blade Shower".

It is one of the swords of the former White Dragon Sword Gate Master Long Qi, and another divine soldier "Qingfeng Sword Wuji", which can be described as a powerful world, and has defeated countless enemies over the years, with great feats, and all kinds of evil demons are secretive.

According to Yingchun's own words, the secret realm of the ruins that belongs to him alone, its name is "Shejun Frost Blade".

The name of the ruins and the name of the blade foot completely coincide, I don't know if it is a coincidence, or the old man did it intentionally.

It is difficult to make it possible, this Ying Mentor, who is known as a sword saint, wants to be a "person" cultivated by his own cultivation and turn his dream into a dream in the secret realm.

With the help of Ling Zhen, to "view the Tao in a dream"?

But why...... Want to choose this person?

Ling Zhen...... Why is he?

"The husband of the white tiger, the four seasons belong to autumn, the five elements belong to gold, and he is in charge of fighting and killing, and he is the god of soldiers."

Ying Chun shook his head to himself, and said some words that were not easy to understand, "Let me, an old man who has been a man in three lifetimes, take a look, the young boy who can get the weight of the sword god fish and the sword tricks taught by Wei Daqi Immortal, how many catties and taels does he have, can he really take on a big responsibility, break through the sky, and finally regain his freedom!" ”

Zhuge Jielu also didn't understand very much, and looked at each other with the immortal Wei Jie.

Ying Chun's smile filled the entire black and thin old face, and he slowly stroked his beard, "Since it's my brother who loves Feng Ge, if you want to come, it won't be so easy to die......"

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The light in front of me gradually faded.

Ling Zhen, who was "dragged" into a new world by a huge divine power, had already stood firmly on the flat ground.

In my ears, I heard the noise of the bustling crowd, like a downtown area.

After opening his eyes, Ling Zhen was extremely surprised to find that he was really on a strange street that he had never been to at this moment!

Men, women and children, pedestrians flow endlessly, vehicles rush across the street, hawkers sell goods along the way, and the shouting is endless.

Looking at the seemingly ordinary scene in front of him, Ling Zhenzhen's mind swayed, puzzled, and really at a loss.

Just stood in place, not taking half a step.

"Where the hell is this?!"

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Longshu Dynasty, Jiangnan Province.

Somewhere in a village, it was in a dilapidated little thatched hut that could be called "leaking from all sides".

"Lao Chun, I'm out."

A sloppy man with a very clear face, slightly sunken cheeks, and a thick beard that almost covered half of his face, stood near the door in the room, and said without looking back.

"Why are you going?"

Seeing that the man was leaving, an old man with crippled legs and almost no flesh slowly raised his head, his eyes were misty and very cloudy, and he simply asked, and he didn't have the slightest anxious look.

At the top of Kunlun Mountain, there was a pile full of dead people's remains.

At that time, this old man was actually able to walk like a fly, sweeping a hundred feet, and had quite a good light skill.

It's just not anymore.

It's a pity that he became a cripple.

The young man casually raised the golden sword in his hand, shrugged his shoulders again, shook the black sword on his back casually, raised his head, and took a sip of the cheap wine in the pot.

The wine is made of glutinous rice, it is very cheap, a pot of three cents, it is very easy to buy, there is a shop a few steps away, I don't know how much I have drunk in the past ten years, and the boss who sells wine is very familiar.

Unlike wine, the two swords, one black and one gold, are obviously rare objects that are difficult to find in the world.

"Kill some enemies, repay some kindness, and it is best to repay the debts owed back then......"

The man tilted his head and took another long sip of wine, which trickled down his stubbled chin and down to his collar, "If you can, try to open the gate of heaven again!" ”

The old man stood on the ground with his arms, struggling to straighten his upper body, of course, his legs still couldn't support his whole body, and he asked hoarsely: "Are you coming back?" ”

"I'll be back, if I'm lucky enough not to die......"

The man with the sword on his back and the sword in his hand smiled, "When the time comes, I'll teach you how to do it without legs!" ”

"It's a word, remember to bring a pot of good wine back when the time comes!"

"Got it."

The man waved his hand behind him and said goodbye to the leaky thatched hut he had lived in for ten years.

The last word before leaving: "Lao Chun, before I come back, you are not allowed to die!" ”

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The news that the world-shattering "Sword Saint No. 2" came out of the mountain again soon spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Cultivators who are a little more well-informed are extremely curious.

I want to know what will be the first thing this hateful bastard who killed 3,000 monks in one breath and then hid for ten years without showing his head?

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Not long after, the news spread that the richest man Xu Dayuan's house was ransacked by a thief in Jiangnan Province.

This thief, who killed a thousand knives and did not kill too much, not only pocketed a large number of gold, silver and jewelry and priceless Danqing calligraphy and paintings, but before leaving, he did not forget to inscribe twelve big characters on the lintel of the Xu family with blood - "The thief is the world's first bastard Qiujin." ”

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Ling Zhen was attracted by a sound that inexplicably reached his ears.

"Rank, do you all remember the big bastard surnamed Qiu Mingjin ten years ago?"

Look in the direction of the voice.

I saw that the one who was surrounded by everyone was a ...... Mr. Storyteller?