A farming man stood with a sword at the foot of the towering Chaque Mountain where the Ziling Gate, the first gate of the Yanlong Empire, was located, and the little black donkey behind him was chewing tender leaves, and his tail was driving a gadfly that did not know whether to live or die.

"Brother Donkey, is it majestic for me to ride you up the mountain?" The farmer turned his head to the little black donkey and discussed.

The little black donkey snorted his teeth in refusal.

"Then how about I carry you up the mountain? It is said that people who have attained the Tao do not do ordinary things. The farmer squatted in front of the little black donkey and flattered.

The little donkey nodded in joy and grinned.

The farmer got up, stretched his waist, lost a sentence You think too much, turned around and took a step up the steps, listening to the gadfly buzzing, the peach blossoms on the shoulders came out of the sheath and returned to the sheath in the blink of an eye, the poor gadfly was cut off a wing, and when it was spinning on the ground, the little black donkey soaked urine and waited impartially.

As for why the Chiyang Gate in the Xuanyang Empire has a grudge with the Purple Spirit Gate on the mountain, the reason is that the color sword fairy traveled to this place, and the camellia was suspected of plagiarizing the peach blossoms of the Bagua Mountain. Although he was seriously injured, he descended the mountain in style.

The farmer is not very yearning for the way of cultivation, planting rice in Bagua Mountain is a hobby, and he is the legendary chief disciple of Chiyangmen's rice planting debut, but he admires the feat of the little uncle who stepped on the sword to get away with the world, and in the master, everyone in the younger generation is looking forward to one day being able to step on the sword and go down the mountain, first go to the Yanlong Empire to say hello, and help the tea bird mountain cut the camellia, fortunately, the master in charge promised to take care of the rice field for him, which is not a step ahead of the younger brothers and sisters. He picked up the steps in front, the little black donkey's hooves stepped on the stone steps behind, and one person and one donkey walked in front of the magnificent mountain gate of Zilingmen.

Purple Qi Dongling, there are these four gilded characters on the mountain gate, which are inscribed by Emperor Taiqian of the Yanlong Empire.

"Brother Donkey, wait a minute." The farmer jumped to the top of the mountain gate, and sure enough, he saw a column of words, the peach blossom showman came here for a visit, he pulled out the peach blossom, and wrote a sentence on the side that the donkey brother came here to visit.

One person and one donkey arrived at the top of Chaque Mountain after half an hour, during which the farming man held the little black donkey one step and twenty steps, while humming the unique song of Bagua Mountain, after reaching the top, the three Ziling Men three Ziyu real people with a group of direct disciples have been waiting for a long time, the scene is not huge, but it is not small, and the front row should be ten directions Daojun.

The thin little black donkey was not used to the mountain air, and sneezed, and the farmer looked at everyone in front of him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect my murderous aura to be so heavy." ”

The three real people are Hongfang Zhenren, Junxue Zhenren and Mulan Zhenren, among which Mulan Zhenren suppressed his anger and said disdainfully: "Where did the kid come from, relying on his strong vitality, he sang such an ugly mountain song in Chaque Mountain!" ”

The farmer tightened his belt, took a step forward with his sword, and a red mark under his bangs was dazzling, and said loudly: "Disciple of the Lower Chiyang Sect, Li Haoran, come up and ask for a bowl of water." ”

"Chiyang Gate!" From the real people to the disciples, the Purple Spirit Gate is all frightened and hostile!

"Is your boss there?" Li Haoran squatted down, plucked a grass stem, and asked in his mouth.

"The people of Chiyang Gate are not welcome to my Ziling Gate, go down the mountain quickly!" Mu Lan Zhenren waved his sleeve halberd at Li Haoran, if he hadn't been pressed by the other party's Daomen, if it wasn't for the fact that there was a terrifying figure in the other party's Daomen, why would he talk nonsense and directly break his leg and throw him down the mountain.

Li Haoran scratched his back, completely ignoring Mu Lan's real person, and said lazily: "Zilingmen is so stingy, it can't beg for a bowl of water to drink, that, is your head there?" ”

"No, get out!" Mu Lan Zhenren's eyebrows squeezed out the Sichuan character, and the momentum was terrifying, and he was born to rush at Chiyangmen.

"Really?" Li Haoran never tires of it.

"Get out!" Mu Lan Zhenren suppressed his anger excessively, and he didn't say anything, and his five internal organs were also on fire.

The little black donkey was frightened, and hid behind Li Haoran in panic.

Li Haoran touched the little black donkey's head, put it in his ear and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Brother Donkey, Master said, if the head of the Purple Spirit Sect is not there, then what should I do." ”

Seeing that the person in front of them was young and seemed to be the same generation, but he had no fear in front of a real person, they inevitably wondered in their hearts, what kind of cultivation did this person have to rely on?

Li Haoran inserted the sword cracking stone into the ground, took a deep breath, and asked at the entire Chaque Mountain, "The strongest on the mountain dares to come out and fight!" ”

Mu Lan Zhenren was furious, his vitality was lucky, and the seal of his right hand was from the "Demon Suppression Great Virtue Seal", roaring and flashing towards Li Haoran, after all, Zilingmen is not a soft persimmon that can be pinched by a disciple who jumps out of Chiyangmen casually! How dare you deceive people too much!

Li Haoran took a horse step, raised his palms high to shake the sky, violently lifted the qi machine in his body, and suddenly pressed down with both palms at the same time.

Mu Lan really bullied Li Haoran, but he didn't know that a giant palm condensed by pink vitality on his head was imprinted.

Small palm to giant palm.

Boom –

Mu Lan Zhenren was imprinted into the ground by the pink giant palm, full of meat and eight vegetables, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Boy, Hugh is presumptuous!" A sound like a heavenly god and a true monarch sounded on the top of Chaqueshan Mountain, the mountain top of the mountain suddenly rose, the heaven and the earth seemed to tremble, but only heard its sound and did not see its people.

Li Haoran replied with a simple smile: "This real person, dare to gamble a game, if you lose, let me cut down all your camellias!" ”

The faceless real person laughed wildly and said, "The little Chiyang Sect disciple is also very loud! And what about you losing? ”

Li Haoran wiped his eyebrows with the middle finger of his right hand, and the mark changed from red to pink, and he grinned proudly: "I won't lose." ”

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Yuanlai inn is deep in the abandoned place, leaning on a towering ancient tree and building, there is a small lake in front of the inn, the koi and lotus flowers in the lake are gorgeous, it is a good place to be pure.

The shopkeeper is a peculiar young man, named Li Xuanzang, who is quite handsome, but when he walks, he turns his hands outward and elbows inward, twists his buttocks, and inserts a bright red flower on his head. The innkeeper is a half-old, with gorgeous clothes and charm, pulling a skirt, never soliciting guests only to sleep, and a blue-eyed big gray cat follows her to nap. As for the man in charge of the inn, he has been working in the kitchen backyard and has never shown up.

There were raindrops floating between the heavens and the earth, and the old tree inn in the lotus lake was originally poetic, but some people were a little sad.

Zong Yang sat on the slope grass by the lotus pond, holding the yellow porcelain wine jar in his hand, and Yuan Ben of course sat obediently on the side, holding a plate of sauced beef in his arms, knowing that the eldest brother was in a bad mood and ate quietly.

Zong Yang looked at the stacked ripples stirred up by the raindrops, and occasionally a big red koi fish got to the surface of the water to change his breath, and his tail swayed in waves, causing the water droplets on the lotus leaves to roll around. He looked up at the sky full of raindrops, picked up the wine jar and poured a sip, the corners of his mouth overflowed with clear wine, how chic the scene was, who knew that a slender figure was standing in the window of a guest room facing the lake upstairs of the inn, looking at him quietly.

"Yuan Ben, my eldest brother has a good amount of alcohol today." Zong Yang smiled slightly, his attitude was pale, and he remembered the scene when he first met her here.

Zong Yang walked into Suying near the lake and said, "It turns out that your name is Suying, and my name is ......."

Without waiting for him to say his name, Suying turned and passed by.

Silence is better than sound at this point.

Wu Yazi's words are still clear in my ears: "Do you know her identity? Do you know how high her vision is? Don't have thoughts just because you've saved her and suffered together, don't be stupid! ”

Zong Yang lifted the wine jar and poured a big mouthful, and when he put down the wine jar, he fell to the ground on his back and let the raindrops fall on his face.

Someone walked out of the inn with an umbrella, and the white clothes fluttered, and came to Zong Yang's side, and the long hairband was familiar.

"What? Discouraged? Wu Yazi, the chief disciple of the Purple Spirit Sect, saw Zong Yang's sorrow the most, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

Zong Yang, who was seven points drunk, didn't bother to pay attention to this white fly at all, but Yuan Ben, who was eating sauce beef, stopped his mouth and stared at Wu Yazi fiercely.

Wu Yazi forced the corners of his mouth and asked: "Anyway, what are you doing in the abandoned land, I advise you, this is not the place where you should come, and you don't know how to die." ”

Zong Yang calmly closed his eyes.

"Alas...... The little people are so sad. Wu Yazi was actually very unhappy, Zong Yang's unmoved face was calm, which made him want to use words to force out the other party's anxious side.

At this moment, three figures flew in the air in the distance, a purple-clothed young man hung two sword rune flags on his head, the old man was in his hands, and behind him was a young man, the cuffs of the green Taoist shirt were embroidered with a red rune array, and both of them stepped on the cinnabar rune peach core sword. In addition, there is a monk who looks like the king of Tota, stepping on a statue of Vajra Bodhisattva.

"Yo, what a coincidence." No cliff greets the three of them.

This time to enter the Daoxu Immortal Mansion, the seven places of the Yanlong Empire are three in the Purple Spirit Gate, two in the Wanfu Gate, one each in the One Zen Temple and the Xuanyue Palace.

"Boss, look, fairy!" Li Xuanzang, the second shopkeeper, shouted at the door of the inn.

"Noisy, don't disturb the old lady's dream!"

After a vicious scolding, accompanied by a sharp cat meow, and then, an embroidered shoe smashed impartially on the back of the head of Li Xuanzang, the second shopkeeper.

Wu Yazi retracted his gaze, looked at Zong Yang again, pulled his face down, and said coldly: "My friend is here, you are of this status, get out of the way." ”

Yuan Ben was already angry, but he looked at the eldest brother's face, and without the eldest brother's nod, he would never make a move.

Zong Yang opened his eyes for the first time, then got up, and then proudly faced Wuyazi.

The Buddha has King Kong angry eyes, the Tao has a sword to slash demons, and Zongyang also has reverse scales.

"Huh?" Wu Yazi was full of interest, and under the umbrella was a disdainful face, and then asked, "What, not convinced?" This is not the East Gate of the City of Innocence. ”

Zong Yang touched the hilt of the sword pinned to his waist.

Wu Yazi knew that there was someone watching upstairs behind him, Zong Yang's move was the most in line with his heart, he just wanted to trample Zong Yang under his feet in front of her, and he stepped on it fiercely!

Wu Yazi, who was afraid that Zong Yang would not make a move, gathered a layer of azure vitality in front of him, and said provocatively: "If you have the guts, break it, otherwise you will not be qualified." ”

At the end of his words, he added a "waste".

The blood of the battle was boiling, not angry and restless, Zong Yang suddenly offered not to hold it in his hand, the first yang and the second sword appeared at the same time behind him, Wu Yazi's eyes narrowed and the umbrella did not move, only to see that there was a golden flame dazzling on the opposite side of the Zhanqing Yuan Qi layer, and in an instant, the tip of a big black sword cut open the Yuan Qi layer.

The next moment, Zong Yang, whose whole body was burning with golden black flames, came to Wuyazi's body as if he didn't need to blow fire, and the moment he didn't get into the sheath, Zong Yang leaned over and grabbed Wuyazi's right leg with his right hand.

Wu Yazi, who was still in shock, instinctively urged the Yuan Qi to protect his body, he never thought that Zong Yang could break through the Yuan Qi layer that was condensed with only three or four percent of the Yuan Qi, but you must know that there is a person in the world who can break the Yuan Qi of the Ten Directions Dao Jun by a cent!

Zong Yang burst out with the strength of his whole body, containing the power of the body, the power of the aura of heaven and earth, and the power of the sun, smashing the unprepared Wu Yazi five times in one go, and the ground was smashed out of a big pit and cracked, and finally thrown into the lake.

The two Wanfumen and the monk of a Zen Temple who flew over the small lake were shocked, and Li Xuanzang, the shopkeeper who turned his hands outward, was even more stunned.

Jue Ling Realm abuses the Ten Directions Dao Jun?!

Zong Yangtou, who had vented his emotions, walked back to the inn without replying, and the cliffless man who fell into the lake jumped out angrily, and the entire lake was turned upside down.

Wu Yazi summoned the Zhan Qing natal sword in the guest room to stand on the sword, and the vitality was swaying his clothes, and he also had to do a big job.

At this moment, the proprietress who was always sleeping suddenly appeared on the top of the inn gate and scolded: "This is the old lady's territory, which of you dares to go wild!" ”

This scolding was really not simple, and the surging lake immediately subsided, and the three people who flew above the small lake and the other three who had just arrived but were unlucky were all shocked into the lake.

Zong Yang walked through the front courtyard of the inn with lush flowers and plants on both sides of the slippery stone surface, and the sound and shadow of the upstairs window were no longer visible, and came to the front hall of the inn, Zong Yang found a table at random and sat down, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar with his sleeves came out, holding a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts in his hand, came to Zong Yang, put down the peanuts and poured two glasses of wine, and said with a smile: "Young man, come, take a few glasses!" ”

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On the Chaque Mountain, the little black donkey chews on the camellia, and the camellia is cut down by a peach blossom.