"Well, who's to say it's not. I've been hiding for ten years, and I'm barely alive, this life, it's hard! ”

Qiu Jin had shaved his beard clean, and a handsome face that was not much more mature than Ling Zhen smiled.

The expression between the words is calm, and it looks very fresh and refreshing, as if he is back in a teenager.

It hasn't changed for ten years, and it's still the same swordsman and ranger of the past.

The old man turned his head to look at Ling Zhen who was standing on the edge of Qiujin and asked, "Who is this son?" ”

Qiu Jin put one hand on Ling Zhen's shoulder and explained: "His name is Ling Zhen, and he is the latest friend I have made, he is only twenty-three years old, and he already has the cultivation of the second-grade Xuanmen realm, which is amazing. ”

After speaking, Qiu Jin stretched out another hand and introduced to Ling Zhen: "The old man is my old friend, born as a Daomen swordsman, once served as the Lord of the Whale Swallowing Observatory, he has killed the giant whale of the North Sea with one sword, he is good at fighting against the big with the small, defeating the strong with the weak, and has a lot of records of jumping to kill the enemy, which can be described as the land of the Northern Plains!" Later, although he faded out of the rivers and lakes due to the death of his disciples who practiced martial arts and entered the demons, as well as some old events, his reputation was still loud and tight, and there were many admirers. ”

Ling Zhen nodded and smiled, he had a brief understanding of this old man's past demeanor, and he definitely deserved the word "legend".

I just like to make friends with people with stories.

The old man surnamed Weng knows that this guy Qiujin has never had a bad eye for people, and since this son can fall in love with him, no matter who he is, he will definitely not be far behind.

What's more, it's a young powerhouse and a peerless genius with the realm of Xuanmen?

After learning that Ling Zhen's cultivation was very high, and he was boasted about by Qiu Jin, the old man, who was extremely rich in immortal demeanor, couldn't hold back his face, and hurriedly made a Taoist head, and bowed his hand and said: "Poor Dao surname Weng, name Zhongwen, Dao name Jianqiu, I have seen Ling Xiaoyou here." ”

Ling Zhen also returned the salute with his fists and replied respectfully: "Senior Ling Zhen, I am honored to visit my seniors." ”

The bastard thief surnamed Qiu laughed loudly, puffed up his chest, and said bluntly without tactfulness: "Old man, I haven't seen you for many years, why don't you quickly take out the best wine in your bamboo house, after saying so many words, your mouth is about to dry up and smoke!" ”

The Taoist old man surnamed Weng Zhongwen also let out a burst of laughter, said "Good wine is enough", and invited his good friends Qiu Jin and Ling Zhen into his bamboo house.

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Overseas.

Inside the cave.

Wei Jie, the blue-shirted immortal, suddenly turned his head, looked at the dark-skinned white tiger-skinned old man, smiled, nodded and affirmed: "Sword Autumn, the whale drink has not swallowed the sea, the sword qi has been crossed, and the Dao of heaven and earth has not been as good as my swordsmanship throughout the ages...... Good name, good road number, bold and courageous! ”

Ying Chun quickly glanced at Wei Jie, a legless old man named Ying Qiu in his previous life, and said in a bad tone: "You just look at yours, what do you want to say?" The net will be blind and conspicuous. ”

As a junior in the rivers and lakes, Wei Jie had no choice but to smile awkwardly, "I'll just praise it casually, you don't need to care about the seniors." ”

Yingchun said in a calm tone, and said in a male duck voice: "It's just a road number, isn't it a casual thing to come up with some good ones?" Why don't I give you one for Wei Dajian Immortal? ”

Without waiting for Wei Jie to speak in time, Ying Chun couldn't help but take the lead and said, "There is." Biluo exhausts the yellow springs, and I am the only one above the three clears! Your Wei Jie's road name is called 'Biqing', how about it? ”

Wei Jie tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Senior, I already have a passage name, so I don't need to start a new one......

Zhuge Jielu couldn't help but laugh softly.

This Terran Emperor is in the mirror, and he is fortunate to have watched Wei Jie's life from beginning to end.

I know that when Wei Xianren practiced in the Daomen Xunfeng Palace in the early years, there was a Taoist name that was raised by Master Heshou Zhenren.

Respect for the cang.

Take the meaning of respecting the common life.

Later, Wei Jie made a big fuss about Changgong Mountain, and after he went out of the rivers and lakes again, he never used this name again.

When Yingchun heard this, she frowned, immediately waved her hand, and said with great disapproval: "What kind of bullshit Wei Jingcang, do you still remember the name of that bird?" You Wei Jie is a true immortal in the sky, and you are worshiped by ordinary people for thousands of generations, so why do you need to respect the common people in the world? ”

Wei Jiegang wanted to say something, Zhuge Jielu also stood on Yingchun's side, helping the gold medal tutor of his own college to speak, "The blue color belongs to the green, the good and quiet are clear, the green is green, the green dragon is also the true color, the pure one, the upper and floating in the sky, the pure can be ambitious." This road number means that the higher and farther the avenue of the green dragon, in my opinion, the word Biqing, wonderful. ”

When Emperor Zhuge said this, Wei Jie was a little shaken, and he felt that it seemed to be quite good.

In addition, the old man Ying urged on the side: "Okay or not, want or not, give a happy word first, how can the kid be like a girl?" ”

After hesitating for a while, Wei Jie swallowed his saliva slowly and raised his head solemnly.

Looking at Yingchun and Emperor Zhuge as the two pinnacles and cultivators, the Qinglong Sword Immortal said word by word: "From now on, my Dao name - 'Biqing Sanren'!" ”

Ying Chun was slightly stunned, and then showed a happy look on her face, and nodded again and again.

Zhuge Jielu stroked his white beard and commented on it: "The green is clear, clearly understood, the blue falls into the yellow spring, the dispersion is useless, what a Biqingsan person who is hidden in the Blue Moon Valley of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain!" ”

The thin black man with a duck's voice said with a smile: "This is the good name and good road number you said." ”

Wei Jie, who already had a new road number, laughed a few times, and finally said the last sentence to the old man before shifting his gaze to the ruins picture, "Senior, it's good that you are happy." ”

In the world, the sea is blue and the sky is blue, and I travel alone.

On the clouds, Sanqing saw that I had to bow my head.

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In the mountains and streams and forests, hundreds of birds chirp pleasantly.

There is a bamboo house, built by the water, and there is a bridge leading to the door.

The name of the house is "Jianlu", the owner of this house is a Qingyi old Taoist priest with the Taoist name "Jianqiu", quite fairy-like, worthy of the identity and status of the hermit Gao Zhen, and is more worthy of the superb scenery of the mountains and forests here.

Ling Zhen and Qiu Jin followed the old Taoist into the door of the bamboo house, came to the house, and sat around a large table.

As the owner of this room, the old man surnamed Weng generously took out several jars of mud-sealed wine that had been treasured for many years, one cup per person, opened and poured wine, and the three drank at the same table.

"What does it taste like...... Tsk, this wine is excellent, too good to be better! ”

Speaking of ink, there are really not a few catties of autumn gold in his belly, and at this moment he is holding a wine glass with one hand, and he grinned loudly: "You can't drink such mellow and good wine in the countryside, and you can't buy it with money." ”

Ling Zhen nodded again and again, "It's really pure brewed elixir, the only wine in the world." ”

The old man surnamed Weng Zhongwen also drank into his throat, and said very proudly: "How do you think my Weng Zhongwen's previous name of 'Jiangnan Three Uniques' came from?" That's the sword, the doctor, and the wine, and one person accounts for the three major stunts! If it is called 'wine', how can there be no good wine? ”