Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, no matter the size of the rivers and lakes, there is always such a focus, the focus of the young generation of Qingqiu is the chief disciple of Gao Qiang and Shuai, although there is a famous disciple of the sword cultivator who makes every senior sister have a spring, but it is despised as the No. 1 waste in Qingqiu like a flash in the pan, and even the wonderful name of the embroidered pillow without dirty words is also very popular.

In fact, there is another person who is ascending to the position as a dark horse, and everyone laughs and says that in ten years, his limelight will overshadow the senior brother, and this remark even the person concerned, the proudest senior brother in Qingqiu, nodded happily.

He is Yue Xiaofeng.

Sixteen years ago, four palanquin drivers carried a sedan chair up the mountain and stopped in front of the Qingxiao Palace, they were a blind man, one had a broken leg, one had three crossbow arrows stuck in his back, and one had his arms removed.

The people in the sedan chair only asked to see the head of Qingqiu, Hanzi Niu came forward alone, I don't know what to say to the people in the sedan chair, only to see rolling blood flowing out of the sedan chair, a baby's cry resounded in the sky, four sedan chair men committed suicide on the spot, and Hanzi Niu took out a baby covered in blood from the sedan chair and just out of the mother's womb.

Sixteen years have passed, Yue Xiaofeng's life experience is still a mystery, the head of the family is still silent, and people are gradually forgetting.

Yue Xiaofeng was born withdrawn, but he was very close to his senior brother, and he was inseparable from his senior brother since he was a child, and the senior brother also regarded him as his own brother and cared for him. However, aside from this intimate relationship, he does have the strength to make the senior brother let go of his pride for the first time.

Stepping into the Dao at the age of six, martial arts at the age of twelve, and now standing at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm, if Yue Xiaofeng enters the Jue Ling Realm at the age of sixteen, it will be the youngest disciple of the Jue Ling Realm in Qingqiu's five hundred years.

Thinking that Senior Brother Yao entered the Jue Ling Realm, he was also at the age of eighteen, two years later than Yue Xiaofeng, but he was eighteen years old, and he also caused a sensation in all the Dao Sects of this land. And the Jue Ling Realm is the first dragon gate on the way to cultivation, once crossed, as long as you concentrate on cultivating the "Fetal Breath Sutra", with Yue Xiaofeng's assets, you are expected to break through to the peak of the Spirit Realm before the age of thirty.

However, although Yue Xiaofeng has excellent qualifications and has been regarded as a genius since he was a child, it is difficult to become the focus of Qingqiu. Although the other four features on the face of the freckled melon seeds are medium to low, they are still acceptable, but the eyes are simply two slits, standing far away, and they can't even tell whether they are open or closed. In fact, even Han Ziniu, the head of Qingqiu, secretly wondered, really wondering if the child was born biologically, or because he was born prematurely, because his parents were the beautiful women of the Yulang who envied the generation of rivers and lakes.

But fortunately, Zong Yang didn't make an appointment yesterday, so he saved the dark horse of Qi cultivation by chance, if it was ravaged and strangled during the growth period, it would be a devastating blow to Yue Xiaofeng's Dao heart and future cultivation.

Yesterday's incident, the female disciples of Qingqiu were a little lost after all, but this loss will be comforted today, because the legendary son of the Wu family is about to go up the mountain.

Speaking of the Wu family, it is a family of heritage near Wuyang City, born from an imperial town guard general in the ancestor, and later there were several important ministers of the imperial court, and they are highly respected in the local family Shilin, because the family has a wide range of friends and staff, and also has a status in the rivers and lakes. As for the relationship with Qingqiu, in the early years, there were disciples of the Wu family who went up the mountain to seek the Tao, and a hundred years ago, the Demon Sect was rampant, and they did not hesitate to kill the Demon Sect with all their might, and even gave their best to help Qingqiu when it was in danger, and finally caused trouble, and the Wu family was almost slaughtered. Because of this level of friendship, the children of the Wu family can go up the mountain to Qingxiao Hall at will to apprentice, and they are even qualified to participate in the dragon competition once every ten years.

The dragon battle is the competition that the younger generation of Qingqiu is most concerned about, but all disciples of the Nirvana Dragon Realm can participate, and the final winner can get a dragon Bodhi. The so-called dragon Bodhi is the egg of the demon beast earth dragon, which only gives birth to one every ten years, and those who swallow it can step into the realm of awakening spirit in one fell swoop, and no matter how bad it is, they can rush to the peak of the nirvana realm. It can be said that the whole knock mountain was originally its territory, and now it is worshiped as a sacred beast in the town mountain by Qingqiu, and a big sacrifice will be held every year, which is nothing more than to send some pigs, cattle and sheep and sulfur stone to the earth dragon to eat.

This year coincides with the tenth year, so the son of the Wu family went up the mountain with his sword on his back, and the purpose was the dragon Bodhi. Speaking of this son of the Wu family, although he has never been to Qingqiu, his name began to shroud the younger generation of Qingqiu when he was ten years old, because in that year, he entered the Wuji realm.

A genius of the same year who is a little more talented than Yue Xiaofeng, who is cultivated by the head of the family, I don't know what kind of strength he has now.

The younger generation of disciples in Qingqiu, whether they are straight or named, have already gathered outside the Qingxiao Palace, and they all want to see this Wu family son who has not seen the end of the dragon.

According to the news sent back by the senior brother guarding the mountain, Wu Ji had already passed the mountain gate, and this time he should almost reach the top. Sure enough, in the cool breeze produced by the warm winter sunshine and the melting snow on the mountain, a young man in brocade appeared on the stone steps of the mountain road, wearing a jade, worthy of being the son of a family.

Sixteen years old is already the age when he can talk about marriage.

The female disciples of Qingqiu held their breath and stood on tiptoe in anticipation, no matter how beautiful or ugly, they all hoped that the eyes of the Wu family would stay on them, even if it was only for a moment.

When they got closer, the female disciples of Qingqiu finally became restless, because the people in front of them did not disappoint them, just like the legend, the most handsome gentleman in Wuyang City, with a pair of heroic long eyebrows, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.

At the same moment, the male disciples of Qingqiu began to instinctively hostile to the Wu family prince in front of them, because they couldn't raise their heads in terms of appearance or strength.

Behind Wu Ji, there was only a scholar of the same age, a pair of Danfeng eyes attracted attention, he was holding a long red sandalwood sword box on his chest, and a big wooden box behind his back, which should contain the young master's clothes and favorite books, which was the standard configuration of the scholars around the son of the family. It's just that he carried a weight up the mountain, but his face was not red and sweating, and he was calm.

Wu Ji completely ignored the two eyes cast by the male and female disciples of Qingqiu, and walked forward like a crane entering a flock of chickens, unable to accommodate any ordinary figure in his eyes.

On the stone steps of Qingxiao Palace, stood the Ten Masters of Qingqiu, the chief disciple stood arrogantly with his sword on his back, and because of the face of the world's friends, he squeezed out a smile to show his enthusiasm.

The head of the family actually met the junior of the Wu family in Qingxiao Palace, and he wanted to give the other party a little bit of power.

Wu Ji came to the senior brother as if he had entered a no-man's land, but he passed by the senior brother without seeing it, and he completely ignored it.

Senior Brother's face instantly turned cold, and the unbelievable disciples around him had no choice but to silence themselves and dare not look at it, if anyone saw the senior brother lose face, be careful of the anger of the senior brother to kill him.

Yue Xiaofeng, who was the shadow of the senior brother, was in front of Wu Ji, this was the first encounter between the two geniuses of Qingqiu and the Wu family, and it was full of gunpowder.

Wu Ji only glanced at Yue Xiaofeng's angry eyes, but heard Yue Xiaofeng say coldly: "Why don't you salute when you see Senior Brother?" ”

"Get out of the way." The son of the Wu family said the first sentence after going to Qingqiu.

"Why don't you salute when you see Senior Brother?!" Yue Xiaofeng raised his voice and repeated the question just now, for the first time in his history, he said so many words in front of everyone, and he was so emotional.

Wu Ji grinned, the disdain of the gentleman's disciple was fully revealed, and he replied angrily: "That's just your senior brother." ”

Yue Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed even more, but the murderous aura gradually revealed, and he had reached the critical point of drawing his sword and fighting for his life.

The other Bajie no one had the confidence to dare to step forward to appease Yue Xiaofeng, and at the same time, he was also very angry with this Wu family son, at this time, it was the senior brother who spoke, he had calmed down his emotions, and said lightly: "Xiaofeng, Hugh is rude." ”

Yue Xiaofeng definitely listened to Senior Brother's words, but his dignity forced him to be reluctant to get out of the way.

Wu Ji didn't say anything, climbed the stairs, and collided with Yue Xiaofeng shoulder to shoulder, and then he didn't know when there was an extra splendid silk handkerchief in his hand, and he went up while dusting his shoulder.

"Young master, do you want to be so arrogant?" The scholar behind Wu Ji asked with a small sigh.

"I've always been arrogant." Wu Ji pillowed his hands and swaggered to the Qingxiao Palace.

……

In the mountain behind the Tibetan Sword Palace, Lu Guannan is riding on the branches of the ancient cypress.

Zong Yang took off his padded jacket, showed his tough upper body on a cold day, and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

Lu Guannan wiped a handful of sweat, just now he fixed a big iron hook on the branch with a thumb-thick steel bar, almost used the strength of milk, and replied breathlessly: "Okay." ”

Zong Yang closed his eyes after hearing this, and used his divine sense to perceive the colorless heaven and earth aura around his body, and incorporated it into the body meridians like a whale sucking, after ten breaths, he opened his eyes and squatted down, and slapped his left hand to the ancient bell, "dang-", the ancient bell was separated from the frozen ground, and the reverberation was majestic, and he pushed it again, and the ancient bell that had not moved for decades actually tilted an angle.

Zong Yang's right hand probed to the edge of the ancient bell, and the thickest blood vein on his right shoulder burst out, and he lifted the ancient bell in the air with one arm.

"Mother!" Lu Guannan sat on the branches, gasped and almost fell down without paying attention.

Zong Yang supported the ancient bell with both arms, and Lu Guannan couldn't get back to his senses, so he leaned down to reach the iron chain attached to the top of the ancient clock, and then hung the end of the iron chain cut off by the old guy on the hook.

"Heh-" Zong Yang exhaled a breath of turbidity, calmly picked up the cotton jacket on the ground, put it on, and walked towards the ancient well.

Lu Guannan jumped down, looked at Zong Yang's dashing back with admiration, and asked, "Little uncle, don't you knock it?" ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "Are you ready to declare war with Qi Cultivator?" ”

"No, no." Zong Yang hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "The main thing is to hang up, and I have to knock it after all, as if it should be like this." ”

"Keep it for later." Zongyang Station to the ancient well.

"Oh." Lu Guannan followed in steps, but his heart was still very itchy, and while Zong Yang was not paying attention, he quietly picked up a small branch, quickly turned back, and secretly knocked on the ancient bell, which was comfortable.

Zong Yang was actually clear about Lu Guannan's behavior, and shook his head helplessly at this somewhat superstitious nephew, and asked, "Do you want to go down with me?" ”

"It's too high, I still can't." Lu Guannan shook the mushroom head, and he didn't even approach the wellhead.

In fact, he had two reasons, one was that he was a little frightened by Master Tai, who had been squatting in the ancient well for decades, and the other was that he didn't want to talk about the topic of old hens.

……

It didn't take long for Zong Yang to come up with an old cloth bag in his hand.

"What's in there?"

"Money to buy wine and chickens." Zong Yang cushioned.

"When I went up the mountain just now, Uncle Xiao said that I could raise a group of chickens, it turned out to be true, but how do you know that Master Tai is rich?" Lu Guannan rubbed his hands, and a group of chickens were already floating in his mind.

"I love to drink so much, when I was out of town, there will always be wine money, not to mention that as long as I use my divine sense, I can even know how many foot hairs this guy has." Zong Yang smiled confidently and threw the cloth bag to Lu Guannan.

Lu Guannan was frightened by Zong Yang's second half of the sentence, and he was a little panicked in his heart, could it be that he did his nickname in his house in the middle of the night, and he was also known by the little uncle?!

Zong Yang took in Lu Guannan's expression, patted Lu Guannan on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm not that boring." ”

"Hey, hey." Lu Guannan bared his big teeth and breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed the topic and asked, "Uncle Junior, do you want to watch the dragon competition that starts tomorrow?" ”

"Go, I'll participate again." Zong Yang glanced back at the ancient clock.

I'm alive and came here to declare war on Jian Xiu, so why not sooner?

"Huh?" Lu Guannan was puzzled, Uncle Xiao was obviously already in the Spiritual Realm, why did he want Long Bodhi, but he was not stupid, and suddenly with a sudden expression, he exclaimed: "Uncle Xiao, if you want to deliberately lower your strength to win Long Bodhi, you just don't let people who cultivate Qi eat to increase their strength!" However, I think it's a bit unkind. ”

"You're right in the first half of the sentence, and you're farting in the second half." Zong Yang replied.

Lu Guannan held the cloth bag for a while, and suddenly exclaimed: "Little uncle! I remember! When you first came, you said that you met a monster on the cliff, could it be that you met a divine beast earth dragon at that time?! ”

"It's good that your swordsmanship isn't as slow as your reactions." A joke from Zong Yang sounded on the mountain road.