At the beginning of the lanterns, the Yellow Mountain is quiet.

The city lord, who frowned, slowly returned to the low house and sat down.

He picked up his teacup and shook it slightly.

The shallow eyes reflected the tea leaves that had gathered and scattered, and they were uncertain.

Flowing light and shadow jumped back and forth on the tip of the castle lord's handsome nose, making it look more elegant and noble.

Li Tianbao watched stupidly from the side, and he had a keen fascination with the city lord in front of him who didn't even have a name but controlled the entire Xuanmang Ancient City.

There is nothing about the so-called love, it is enough to look at it from a distance.

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The ancient city of Xuanmang in the distance is still shining.

Li Tianbao looked at the city lord who was about to fall into the shadows, and the past reappeared.

He remembered that three years ago, he was almost swallowed alive by a white-fronted tiger with the wings of a bloody bat.

It was the lord of the city, like a god, who came from afar and worked tirelessly from afar to save him.

Li Tianbao still remembers that at that time, the rainbow falling from the sky and the clouds outside the mountains and forests complemented each other.

The lord of the castle is transcendent and beautiful.

Pieces of flying feathers, with the light of fire, easily burned the wind and rain summoned by the tiger.

Even the bloody scene of the city lord lifting a knife to split the tiger's wings is poetic.

At that time, Li Tianbao, who was still in fear, did not realize that he had escaped.

It wasn't until the city lord took out a fist-sized black bead from the head of the usual strange beast that was powerful before his death and put it in his arms with his own hands, that Li Tianbao, who had escaped death, reacted, knelt down and kowtowed, and tears rolled down after realizing it.

At that time, the first thing the city lord said was "don't cry".

Then the city lord stood against the light, and the god was clear, and he no longer comforted Li Tianbao, who was still whimpering.

Wuzi condensed a cloud of mist, and while shaking off the beast blood in his hand, he snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, "It stinks." ”

After a long time, Li Tianbao trembled and got up from the ground.

Even though his legs were weak at that time, he still struggled to stand up straight and bow down to thank his life-saving benefactor.

With his back to the light, the god of the city lord was also like a mortal, with emotions and undisguised emotions.

The corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and he asked softly, "Child, am I fragrant?" ”

The frightened teenager Li Tianbao gave an affirmative answer.

At that time, the city lord, who still had long hair, patted Li Tianbao's shoulder with appreciation.

There was a warm current rushing out of the palm of the city lord, turning into a trickling stream, so that the young Li Tianbao's blood was still trembling, and the cold stopped.

In the end, the city lord stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, and said to the young man Li Tianbao: "From this place to the west, walk five hundred miles, you will see a city, if you want to have a certain ability to protect yourself in the future, come to me with this bead." But you have to remember that this Neidan must be hidden, otherwise once it is targeted by others or demon beasts, it will ......"

A gust of incense blew, and the city lord turned into a rainbow and flew away.

Without a trace, as when it came.

If it weren't for the heavy weight of the beads named Demon Beast Neidan in his hand, Li Tianbao, a young man who was still in a trance, would have thought that what had just happened was an illusion.

As the eldest son of a poor family, Li Tianbao was precocious and knew very well that he was very lucky to bump into a fairy fate that only appears in the mouths of old people.

His parents named him Tianbao, but it seems that the heavens did not favor him much.

Less and lonely, even going into the mountains to chop firewood to make a living was almost used as blood food by the demon tiger.

It is probably the young man's blood that has not been completely extinguished by mundane things in his heart, and it has risen again because of this distress and encounter with immortals.

The teenager Li Tianbao woke up.

He didn't want to stay in a small town for the rest of his life, facing the loess with his back to the sky.

He doesn't want life and death to be in his own body, and he doesn't want the road ahead to be narrow and full of constraints.

The opportunity is coming, Li Tianbao must not miss it!

After that, Li Tianbao said goodbye to the villagers and went west alone.

Just over nineteen years old, he wrapped the Tiger Neidan layer by layer with a rag dipped in dirty fecal water, for fear of being discovered by a passing being who could sense spiritual power.

All the way to the west for 500 miles, I saw all kinds of strange things, and there was no danger.

The sense of smell of the demon beasts is more sensitive, and Li Tianbao has relied on a strong desire to survive and his wits in a hurry many times to tide over the danger and finally come to Xuanmang City.

Here, he met many young people who were just like himself, eager to be free and inspirational to become stronger.

The benefactor who saved his life and future did what he said, personally passing on the exercises to help them open up the sea of suffering and enter the spiritual practice.

Later, in the sighs of gratitude from others, Li Tianbao knew that his benefactor was actually the supreme master of Xuanmang City.

The city lord is good anywhere, but he is too clean, and he loves to ask others if he is fragrant at every turn.

However, compared to the other advantages of the city lord, this quirk is nothing at all.

Be sure to give the castle lord a name!

Be sure to practice hard.

Li Tianbao secretly cheered for himself, and the stars in his eyes became brighter.

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A little light was like a bean, and there was light in the low house.

The city lord frowned tightly, and the tea in his hand was already cold.

With a shake of his hand, the cup fell to the ground, and the tea leaves scattered and stained the ground.

I have seen the wind and rain of the ancient city of Xuanmang for three hundred years, and now I feel that time is pressing.

In order to let the glory of Xuanmang Ancient City continue to shine, he taught and educated people and cultivated talents, so that he abandoned his cultivation and wasted most of his life.

But now, with the joint intervention of the Zhongzhou Feather God Dynasty, the Nanling Demon Emperor Palace, and the North Desert Sumeru Mountain, the eagles either passively or actively flew away from the city.

Xuanmang City, which has been hanging for thousands of years but has long since declined, is the best game zone for those transcendent forces with the same strength.

When the chess game is settled, the mountains and rivers are still there, can the ancient city survive forever?

After he still has grass growing in his year, how many young eagles are there?

The city lord twisted his eyebrows, and his heart was very anxious.

In recent years, his action of twisting his eyebrows to stop his sorrows has become a habit, and there is already a river-like mark in the center of his eyebrows, which makes the city lord's already noble and detached face even more indifferent and tired.

Li Tianbao felt distressed when he saw it, and he couldn't wait to step forward to smooth the mountains and rivers and wind and rain on the city lord's eyes.

"Time is running out, three years at the latest. During this period, the cultivators who troubled the Heavenly Protector Belt City Lord tried their best to repair and strengthen the town, and at the same time helped them complete the tasks on the Demon Sealing Heaven List as much as possible. I-"

Squinting his eyes, there was a slight hoarfrost on the city lord's drooping eyelashes, just like his tone, which was sad and sad.

"I'll go out for a walk and persuade the people from the surrounding villages to enter the city, and then you can plan their disposal and security, is it okay?"

The city lord groaned, and poured himself a new cup of tea as he spoke.

"City Lord, are you sure about the decisive battle in three years?"

Li Tianbao suffocated his voice, he had seen the last time the city lord stained his purple robe.

He was afraid that the hero who hung high in his heart for nine days, which was more sacred than the ancient city of Xuanmang, would suddenly fall one day in the future.

"Don't worry, I won't fall down before you take your name."

The city lord's expression was relaxed, and he couldn't tell that he was injured.

Then he said in a very affirmative tone: "Besides, even if I die, that evil god will bury me with me." ”

It was obviously a cruel word, but the city lord's voice was still light, very soft, and there was no strength.

Seeing Li Tianbao's clumsy appearance of trying to raise his head to let the tears flow back, the city lord smiled again.

"Oh my God, I'm going to die one day. But even if I fall alone, there will only be more people standing up, so that Xuanmang City will not fall into its former prestige. I wish you were among those people. ”

"But I'm just starting to open up the sea of suffering now, and I'm nineteen years old."

Li Tianbao was a little discouraged, he had been in contact with many young Tianjiao of the sect, so he naturally knew how big the gap was.

"Opportunities can be grabbed, and there have always been many late bloomers. Three years later, if the city is broken, you can go to the Eastern Wilderness, where there is a divine city, which is even older than Xuanmang. I had already given the book to a friend, who still had some power there, and entrusted you to him. I'm relieved. Remember, if that day comes, don't forget the city, and don't forget yourself. ”

"As long as you remember your original intention of cultivation and always work hard for your goals, that's enough."

The city lord looked solemn, he couldn't let Li Tianbao deny himself.

If even Li Tianbao himself feels that he is inferior to others, then it will be difficult for him to make progress in the future.

"In some enduring adventure books, there is always a young knight. He may not have much experience, but he has an innocent heart. ”

After a little thought, the city lord decided to pick up the old story to encourage the young man in front of him, who was always arrogant.

"And what happened to the knight?"

Li Tianbao asked, he felt that he was the knight who had no blood but no experience.

The lord of the city did not answer immediately, but asked back: "Tianbao, am I fragrant?" ”

Li Tianbao nodded hurriedly, and replied without thinking, "Fragrant, very fragrant, very fragrant." ”

The smile in the city lord's eyes made his eyebrows even more precious, and he took a sip of tea and continued to speak.

"In the stories I've heard or seen, knights were born to protect princesses. One day, the dragon took a fancy to the princess's beauty and forcibly snatched her, and the knight believed in the glorious mission and desperately tried to save her. However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and in the end, the knight was buried in the flames spit out by the evil dragon, and only the remnants of the armor that were about to be burned and melted remained in place. ”

"What about the princess? Was it saved? Li Tianbao is not saddened by the death of the knight in the story, but curious whether the knight's vision has been realized.

The city lord put down the porcelain cup, he hesitated a little, and said: "It can be regarded as saved, the key depends on whether the later young man sets off and embarks on a miracle journey." ”

Li Tianbao scratched his head, expressed puzzlement, and asked, "Why do you want to count it?" Is it possible to be saved, or is it impossible? The boy again—"

"Because there are so many stories!"

"It is said that the young man who embarked on a miraculous journey was helped by nobles, and after experiencing all kinds of hardships and dangers, he was always able to turn evil into good fortune, and finally successfully saved the princess, and they lived happily ever after."

"It is also said that the princess is dead, and the boy who slayed the dragon is still burning."

"There are too many storytellers, and the books are vast...... Anyone can make up a story, and I can't tell. ”

The city lord directly ended the story, not wanting to go around on it.

"Did the knight die in obscurity? What is the significance of his sacrifice? ”

It wasn't until the story ended unclear that Li Tianbao remembered the knight who was bound to die in Long Yan earlier.

He clenched his fists, very unwilling.

Seeing this, the city lord softly reassured: "Tianbao, am I fragrant?" ”

"Fragrant, very fragrant, very fragrant."

After Li Tianbao finished answering the city lord's question, his mood calmed down.

It's really tried and tested, and the city lord shrugged helplessly and smiled.

"There are many versions of the story, and it's all up to your heart. As long as you're willing to believe. ”

The city lord's words were soft, and he was opening the way forward for Li Tianbao, who was a little confused.

"In the story I believe, the knight turned into an evil dragon, and pursued the princess whenever he saw it. If the princess is not happy, then replace the next one. ”

The city lord pursed his lips, feeling that his story was really not cute, but it was very domineering.

"In your story, can a knight become a teenager?"

Li Tianbao, who asked the question of whether the knight could be a teenager, had both fear and expectation in his eyes.

Li Tianbao didn't want to become an evil dragon.

Because sooner or later evil will be defeated by justice.

He, Li Tianbao, didn't want to be defeated.

"Yes, in my story, you are who you want to be."

The city lord's tone was very firm, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his guidance and Li Tianbao's "upper path".

Not only that, but the city lord also wanted to strike while the iron was hot and burn another fire, preferably to completely ignite Li Tianbao's will.

So, the city lord carefully considered the words and added a possibility to his story.

"Also, if the knight is strong enough and has a brave horse, it will be too late to rescue the princess......"

Imagination flies, higher than the sky outside the book.

The city lord believed his speculation even more, clapped his hands and said excitedly: "If that's the case, there will be nothing to do with the young man later!" ”

The reserved temperament seems to be shaking because of this story, and the city lord's inch is refreshing, and he is more like a teenager than Li Tianbao.

Spirited, dung and thousands of households.

He dared to take advantage of the strength he still had to hit the water in the middle stream, cut the river with a sword, and curb the flying boat.

"A knight can become a boy who is always lucky, a princess who is as beautiful as a flower, and a more powerful king of knights, a king of heroes."

As the story evolves, the city lord's thinking becomes clearer and clearer, and he feels more hearty.

At the climax, the story comes to an abrupt end.

The spray stopped in mid-air.

Looking at Li Tianbao, who was deep in thought but had bright stars in his eyes, the city lord put down the already empty teacup, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and left with a smile.

He was going to go out for a walk, and then look at the city that had shone through the ages, and some of the Wen Nests that had long been buried.

I don't know if I will be able to see the grass grow and the warbler fly again in the future.

While there's still time, let's watch the mysteries a few more times.

In the night, there is a fresh breeze.

God does not bless people, but others bless them.

After a long time, the door gradually closed.

Li Tianbao came back to his senses and his fighting spirit was even higher.

Li Tianbao, who was willing to be a knight, suddenly noticed at this moment that the tea stains on the floor were a little dirty.

Without using the power of the wheel of the sea, Li Tianbao reverently knelt on the bluestone slab, took out the handkerchief in his arms, and seriously wiped the dirt clean.