The more you think about it, the more angry you get, and the more you take a step back, the more you lose.

Chen Qingshan, who was supposed to go north, took Zhang Lizi and the heel from the East China Sea and folded back.

He stopped in the Liuyun Mountains.

For cultivators, nature is the same everywhere, it is nothing more than cultivation, and then looking at the mountains and rivers and watching the wind and rain.

After Zhang Lizi passed after Chen Qingshan pulled out the mountain that day, Zhang Lizi gradually accepted that he was already a cultivator, and at this time, he didn't have so much panic, and stayed in the Liuyun Mountain Range with Chen Qingshan very quietly.

If it were a different girl in the world, walking in the green mountains like this, she would definitely be happily running around.

It's a pity that although Zhang Lizi, this little girl, is from the city and not from the township, but Shanyue City is surrounded by mountains, what kind of mountain, what kind of moon, this little girl has seen it, and there is not much novelty in the world of these green mountains and cloud cliffs.

Zhang Lizi was naturally very curious about why Chen Qingshan suddenly turned back to the Liuyun Mountain Range.

As for the green peppers.

This woman, who has a deep hatred for Chen Qingshan, will not ask, she wishes that this Taoist was dizzy and lost her mind, and ran to the Liuyun Sword Sect to die, and then was beaten half to death, let her pick up a bargain.

After staying in this cloudy and misty mountain for a while, Zhang Lizi, who had been trapped in the qi stage, finally decided to rest for a while.

So he left the cave in the mountains and went outside.

Chen Qingshan was sitting on the edge of the cliff, leaning on a cliff stone, and Qingjiao was still refining his sword intent not far away—although Zhang Lizi felt that this woman might not have any chance of revenge in her life. But she was still diligent and prepared to kill Chen Qingshan every day.

Zhang Lizi glanced at the woman not far away, and she accepted such a strange combination.

It seems that there is no Chen Qingshan who is followed by a woman in red who thinks about revenge all day long, and it is not Chen Qingshan.

After taking a look, Zhang Lizi walked towards Chen Qingshan's side and sat down very quietly and obediently on the side.

Chen Qingshan is naturally gentle and tranquil most of the time, and after knowing that this extremely high realm Taoist is still short-sighted, Zhang Lizi sometimes even feels that he is a little stupid.

Like now.

The young man in a black robe sat on the edge of the cliff leaning against the rocks with his head tilted, his legs crossed and hanging on the mossy cliff wall, swaying slightly like two monkey tails blown by the wind.

It seems to be looking at the clouds and green mountains outside the cliff seriously.

But Zhang Lizi took a look, and there was no Taoist in his eyes.

So the little girl in Shanyue City understood that he was just in a daze.

After a long time, Chen Qingshan turned his head, looked at Zhang Lizi who was sitting down on the side, and said with some curiosity: "Why don't you practice?" ”

Zhang Lizi tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I feel like it's playing hide and seek with me." ”

It naturally refers to the Heaven and Earth Vitality.

"It's like sometimes having a very good dream, but when you wake up from the dream, you can't remember anything, but you can still feel the afterglow of that beautiful dream...... Well, like fog and like wind. ”

Chen Qingshan turned his head and said calmly: "It's like fog and wind, it's unpredictable, it's because you don't have enough affinity with it. ”

Zhang Lizi nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Is there any way?" ”

Chen Qingshan said lightly: "There is no way, natural." ”

Zhang Lizi lowered her head in some disappointment, probably a little depressed, and hung her head for a long time before finally putting aside those emotions, looking at Chen Qingshan and asking curiously, "What was Master like back then?" ”

Chen Qingshan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "It's too long, and it's probably very simple and easy, and there is nothing memorable." ”

Zhang Lizi had some obvious envy.

She naturally knew that her master was a rare genius in the world.

At the beginning, so many sword cultivators attacked and killed together, and almost all of them were happily sent away by the master.

Such a young man naturally cannot be stupid.

Chen Qingshan turned his head and saw the envious light in Zhang Lizi's eyes, and raised his hand to touch her skull.

"Why should it be light and crimson, it is the first class of flowers. You don't have to envy anything, if you are very talented, you will not become my disciple. ”

Chen Qingshan did not speak very thoroughly.

What kind of place Hezong is, although the world is not very clear, but naturally they can guess some.

It's just that it's still a little hurtful after all.

It's like my husband comforting his students very sincerely—don't be frustrated, I'm extremely good at teaching poor students.

Whether this kind of talk is comforting or not, I can only say a little but not much.

So Zhang Lizi lowered her head again with some lamentation.

The mountain breeze in the world is blowing and the fog is surging, and when Zhang Lizi saw the clouds and mist among the rolling green mountains, his mood improved again.

I don't want to go up and down like that.

But who called me a rookie dog?

The reason why Zhang Lizi is in a good mood is because he is in these clouds and cliffs and green mountains, and he feels that he has taken a step closer to the immortals.

The gods and goddesses in the world are nothing more than looking at the mountains and waters.

Zhang Lizi held her cheeks and looked at it for a long time, and glanced at the red-clothed woman who had been quiet like a sculpture from beginning to end, with only many sword intent flowing.

"Is her sword intent getting more and more powerful?"

Although Zhang Lizi is still elusive, she can see many things more closely after all, so she naturally knows more.

Chen Qingshan turned his head and glanced at the green pepper, nodding very casually.

"I have probably overcome some fears, and I am about to enter the Blue Lotus Realm again. But that's it. ”

For the world, what is the Blue Lotus Realm in the world?

It's probably the sword immortal, the cold light comes and goes, and there is no trace in the world.

But for Chen Qingshan, it is indeed like that.

After all, he's not a rookie.

Zhang Lizi was there, silently thinking about how far the Qinglian Realm was.

I still feel angry, and I have to enter the body, and then Zhou Tian, finally see the mountains and enter the road, then know the water, go out of the customs, smell the wind and watch the rain, step on the snow to find plums, and finally start to climb the building.

If he was a normal sword cultivator, at that time, the vitality in his body would be enough to cultivate some sword intent close to the Qinglian Realm.

That's true.

Zhang Lemon thought.

So she changed the subject.

"We're here, are we waiting for something?"

The subject changed abruptly.

It's just that a person like Chen Qingshan, no matter how abrupt you turn, he can pick it up, and he won't be silent there.

"Yes, because the more you think about it, the more angry you become, and the more you take a step back, the more you lose."

Chen Qingshan sat there calmly, looking at a certain sword sect hidden in the clouds and mist in the distance.

"Since the Liuyun Sword Sect dares to do it, then it must dare to face it."

Zhang Lizi looked back at his master, and the young man from the Shanhe Guanhe Sect said very indifferently: "So I want to see which unlucky guy will be so unlucky to meet me." ”

At the beginning, in that Spring Rain Creek Mountain, most of the sword cultivation was from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Zhang Lizi was silent for a while, and then asked with some hesitation: "What if you find the wrong person?" ”

Chen Qingshan smiled slightly.

"That's why it's called the unlucky."

The unlucky guy means that I found the wrong person, and it can only be your fate.

Zhang Lizi was silent.

After a long time, the little girl whispered; "We are killing in the territory of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.... Take revenge, aren't you afraid that the Liuyun Sword Sect will trouble us? Or will they be afraid of mountains and rivers? ”

Chen Qingshan thought for a while and said calmly: "Of course we are afraid, we are afraid, and they are also afraid." But as long as we don't step into the realm of the Liuyun Sword Sect, they can't do anything. ”

This mountain and river view Taoist said slowly: "After all, there is no law in the world, and the Taoist of the mountain and river view cannot look at the mountain at the gate of the Liuyun Sword Sect. ”

"If there is, that's okay. Everyone knows that the people of our River Sect have a bad brain. ”

Chen Qingshan said, but suddenly looked at the cloud cliff, and then laughed softly.

"It seems that we are lucky not to have met the unlucky ones."

Zhang Lizi tilted her head and wondered what this meant?

Is it the right time to meet the right person?

Zhang Lizi was about to turn around and ask Chen Qingshan, but found that the Taoist beside him had already disappeared from this cloud cliff.

And the next moment, an extremely gloomy voice sounded in the green mountains with anger.

"Chen Qingshan!"

Zhang Lizi was startled and looked down at the bottom of the cliff.

However, the clouds and mist under the cliff were curling, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I vaguely heard the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath.

Then there was a muffled thud.

It's like someone smashed into a mountain.

Zhang Lizi didn't dare to look too far, after all, he was just a sense of qi, and he was not a real cultivator with the power of the sky.

Even if you enter the Tao, on such a high mountain, you may fall down and smash into a mess of mud.

So the little girl in Shanyue City hesitated a little, took her legs back, and then lay on the grass and moss on the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the cliff wall.

The first line of cliffs is mottled, the mountains and rocks are black, and occasionally the green vines are falling, and they are also disappeared into the clouds and mist.

The sea of clouds was surging, and countless heaven and earth vitality were converging below, like some frenzied vortex storm, stirring everything upset.

Countless birds flew up from under the sea of clouds, straight into the twilight clouds, and swooped down the feathers of the little girl's body.

The sword roared under the clouds, and Zhang Lizi felt as if he had faintly heard some bells.

The little girl was a little apprehensive.

Although she couldn't see anything, it was obvious that Chen Qingshan was not meeting a character like a fart.

It's just that when she thought about that Donghai sword cultivator like this, the red-clothed person had stopped refining the sword intent at some point, and stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the battle under the cliff with a solemn expression.

Green peppers may not be able to see the scene below.

However, as a cultivator of the small Dao realm, he was naturally able to see many things from the fluctuations of those heaven and earth vitality.

Or, the sound of the cold bells in the midst of the sword bells already said something in itself.

The sunset is cold, and the leaves are cold.

These are the two extremely famous Great Dao Realm killer sword cultivators of the Night Rain Cliff of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Zhang Lizi looked up at the Donghai Sword Cultivator who was dressed in red in the spring breeze on the side, looking at the solemnity in her expression, she was even more apprehensive in her heart, hesitated a little, and asked softly, "What's going on down there?" ”

Qingjiao turned his head to look at Zhang Lizi, was silent for a while, turned his head back, and said lightly: "Your master can't lose." ”

Zhang Lizi breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in the next moment, this little girl from Shanyue City began to turn around, and saw that in the clouds and mist in front of her, there was a black-robed sword cultivator who was holding a bloody sword and looked with a blue nose and swollen face.

Zhang Lizi's face turned pale instantly.

It was the green pepper, all of them were standing on the edge of the cliff with horizontal swords, and all the sword intent overflowed, looking at this Liuyun Sword Cultivation with great vigilance.

Then under the clouds and mist, Chen Qingshan's figure suddenly appeared, pointing in front of him, and the golden light Daowen came out from under the clouds and mist like thousands of frightened birds.

Ye Hanzhong's figure only appeared for a moment, and then he slashed through those Taoist texts with a sword, but without hesitation, he directly ignited the Divine Sea, and suddenly disappeared between the cliffs.

"I'm not your opponent, Chen Qingshan."

Ye Hanzhong's voice fell very indifferently in the clouds of this green mountain.

And the next sentence made this Daoist, who had already planned to stop chasing down, suddenly look at the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"But you have a soft underbelly."

Zhang Lizi lay there with a pale face.

Chen Qingshan squinted his eyes at the sword light that ignited the Divine Sea that had escaped back to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and probably did have some thoughts of killing the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

It's just that it finally subsided in the end.

Even Li Shanhe may not dare to go up the mountain to kill people, let alone Chen Qingshan.

Chen Yunxi, one of the three swords in the ancient world who has lived from the Tsing Yi era to the present, does have a great deterrent effect on the current world.

Xiu Qingjiao, a red-clothed sword from the East China Sea, withdrew his sword, looked at Chen Qingshan with a sneer, and said, "It seems that you moved a stone and hit your own foot." ”

Not all of them are like chilling cicadas, like green peppers, they are one one, two are two.

There are always some lonely outlaws, such as Ye Hanzhong.

Chen Qingshan dispersed his Dao rhyme very calmly, landed on the cloud cliff, looked at Zhang Lizi who was lying on the edge of the cliff and had not come back to his senses, and then looked at the green pepper who was very happy to see such a thing.

"It's okay."

Chen Qingshan said lightly.

"I'll wait here, he, Ye Hanzhong, had better not leave the Liuyun Sword Sect for the rest of his life."

Green Pepper fell silent.

"Are you serious?"

Chen Qingshan sat down on the edge of the cliff and calmed the surging Divine Sea.

"Seriously, of course."

Zhang Lizi also looked at his master in a daze.

"Brothers, friends, brothers, brothers

Chen Qingshan closed his eyes.

For the matter of accepting Zhang Lizi, if you need a sense of ceremony, it is naturally better to look back.

But if you don't go back, it's naturally not a big deal.

These restless people who have a view of mountains and rivers rarely stay in the view.

The last time I looked back, it was because Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to argue with Li Shi.

......

Ye Hanzhong kept coughing up blood, carrying his sword and walking on the sword path of the Liuyun Sword Sect with a bloody body.

The sword cultivation that ignites the Divine Sea is undoubtedly the fastest way to walk in the world.

It's just that the price is naturally huge.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is burning violently in the Divine Sea, which will naturally bring about extremely Yuan Qi consumption and damage.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong was already facing Qing Xiang is injured a little, even if Chen Qingshan also added some injuries, he is still not an opponent, so naturally he can only ignite the sea of gods and escape.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this is in the Flowing Cloud Mountains.

Otherwise, Ye Hanzhong may have to pay a greater price.

This killer of the Liuyun Sword Sect also did not have the momentum of pulling his sword in the wind and snow in the streets and alleys, and dragged his sword on the sword path rather bleakly.

Having already entered the realm of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, Ye Hanzhong naturally did not continue to consume the vitality in the Divine Sea, and walked slowly, and it took a long time before he finally reached the position of the Floating Cloud Terrace.

The disciples patrolling the mountain on the side of Fuyuntai suddenly saw such a figure, and they were startled, and the sword in his hand was instantly pulled out, but the sword came out, but there was no chance to send it out.

Because the blood-colored figure had the scabbard in his hand against his throat.

Only then did the mountain patrol disciple see the face of this sword cultivator clearly.

But it is the Ye Hanzhong of the Night Rain Cliff.

He carefully put down the sword in his hand, he didn't dare to swallow his saliva, and said very cautiously: "Senior Brother Ye....."

Ye Hanzhong's sword was put down, but he didn't look at the disciple in front of him, but looked up at the top of the white stone sword path.

There stood a sword cultivator wearing three layers of clothes.

There were two swords behind him, one was the sword of the outer disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and the other was a sword engraved with the word "senior brother".

It was Chen Huaifeng who left the Night Rain Cliff.

The two stood there staring at each other in silence.

The mountain patrol disciple silently stepped aside, but he also saw Chen Huaifeng standing on the edge of the clouds above the sword path.

The mountain patrol disciple thought to himself, what does this mean?

The little sword cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm was facing such a confrontation between the two Great Dao Sword cultivators, and he was naturally terrified in his heart.

It's very uncomfortable to stand there all the time, but if you want to leave, you're afraid of startling the two big guys.

Fortunately, this new disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect who came from the Qingtian Dao opened his mouth to break this suffocating silence.

"Senior Brother Ye doesn't look like a good person."

Although Chen Huaifeng didn't know Ye Hanzhong, the moment the mountain patrol disciple drew his sword and the black-robed sword cultivator who was covered in blood raised his sword, he heard a bell.

Deciduous cold bells.

Naturally, he is not an unknown person.

Ye Hanzhong stood up straight with his sword in his hand, and his black robe fluttered in the wind again.

Chen Huaifeng is tall, and Ye Hanzhong is naturally the same, otherwise it would be impossible to support such a wide black robe, which makes people feel depressed at a glance.

Ye Hanzhong raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his lips, looked at Chen Huaifeng's clothes of Liuyun Sword Cultivation, and said lightly: "You Chen Huaifeng may not be worthy of the word senior brother." ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "I naturally can't afford it, I have done too many wrong things, but I am trying to become a qualified senior brother." ”

This outer disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect said, looking deeply at Ye Hanzhong, who was walking with blood all the way above the sword path.

"But have you ever thought about being a good person?"

Ye Hanzhong calmly walked upward.

"Nope."

Chen Huaifeng went down.

The two passed by.

"I see."

Chen Huaifeng said calmly.