Wei Wuji, who was in a black dragon robe, stood lightly behind the two young men and women, looked at everyone and said slightly: "I still lost to that scholar in the end, no, it should be an old gentleman now." ”

Shennong Huang in the distance showed excitement and ecstasy on his calm face, and the barbarian ghost not far away walked forward slowly, and the purple-clothed old man behind him coughed lightly before stopping his steps.

"I advise you to admit defeat and accompany me to the old gentleman. The old man in purple said lightly.

"Well, I'm willing to gamble. As if admitting defeat and being angry, Wei Wuji, the black dragon robe, waved his hand and pushed the two boys and girls towards the crowd.

Shennong Huang and the barbarian ghost next to the old man flew to catch it, but as soon as he caught it, his face changed drastically, and he slapped his palm behind the two male and female teenagers.

With a bang, a black flame exploded, and countless flames scattered in all directions. The figure of Tianwei Yuan Sacrifice slowly emerged, and a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth spilled out gently.

At this moment, the black jade seal in the hands of the black-robed Wei Wuji appeared in the center of the bursting flames with everyone wrapped around everyone and disappeared.

Wei Wuji's voice came from the sky: "The mountains don't turn around, see you in the future." My ninth guard, though not a great figure, has followed me for many years, and now that he has died tragically, let me temporarily recover some interest from the two boys. ”

The purple-clothed old man in the distance shook his head again and again and sighed: "It's me who is careless, how can this demon be so kind." With the help of the bursting spatial fluctuations, he actually broke a way out. ”

The Great Elder quickly came to the two young men and stretched out his hand to probe the pulse, but soon he shook his head slightly. The black-clothed Shennong Huang and the rugged barbarian ghost next to him instantly turned red in their eyes, and their whole bodies were even more murderous.

The old man in purple patted the two gently, and the two fell asleep.

"How are they?" asked the old man in purple.

"Although the spirit is there, there is no vitality, I am afraid of ......," the Great Elder said helplessly.

Qingyun quietly poked his head out, carefully touched the situation in the bodies of the two teenagers, and after thinking slightly, he said, "Maybe there is still a glimmer of life." ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and the Great Elder even opened his mouth and asked, "How to save it?"

Qingyun turned to look at the wine man, who was at a loss for a while, and found that Qingyun was staring at his Qiankun bag, his head was big for a while, and his flesh hurt for a while. In the end, I had no choice but to throw the Qiankun bag over.

Qingyun gently took out a jar of old wine from the Qiankun bag, and the wine Taoist in the distance looked at the wine in Qingyun's hand, only to feel that sadness came from it, and there was only one bitter taste left in life.

"This is Tongshou liquor, which can increase the vitality of the body. can only temporarily hang a ray of vitality of the two of them, and the only way to do this is to rely on the two elders to go back and stimulate the blood power of the two teenagers. Once the power of the bloodline recovered, the two teenagers had no worries about their lives, but instead made rapid progress in their cultivation. Qingyun poured the wine into the mouths of the two young men and women, and put the rest of the wine in the hands of the Great Elder and said.

"Thank you. The Great Elder sighed slightly, he didn't know how to thank the young man in front of him, and after struggling for a long time, he only said three words.

Wei Wuji, who was in a black dragon robe, sat lazily in a delicate carriage, and Wei Wuji, who was in black and white clothes next to him, sat aside. Yuan, who was originally dressed in black, changed into plain clothes and drove the carriage slowly.

"Big brother, what should I do next?" Wei Wuchang said after hesitating slightly.

"Let's go according to the plan, although there are two less Shennong bloodlines, but the power of the rare bloodlines is still worried about the size of the surroundings?" said the black-robed Wei Wuji casually.

"Now that our whereabouts are exposed, we are only afraid that they will hunt us down. Wei Wuchang said worriedly.

"They thought that while I was not in the sect, I would be in the sect, so that I could leave a wisp of clones in the sect. Despite the fiasco, they are afraid that they will not be able to move freely for decades. It's true that the name of my ghost genius came for nothing, and he wanted to make some money on me, but he overestimated himself a little. Wei Wuji said coldly in the carriage.

"I didn't expect it to be such a fiasco. Wei Wuchang next to him said unwillingly.

"The hateful old gentleman was defeated by his calculations. Now, as soon as I appeared, I was blessed with a series of calculations. Wei Wuji said helplessly, but there was cold hatred in his eyes.

The carriage moved slowly forward, and soon passed by a gazebo. In the pavilion, a white-haired old man carefully looked at the chess game in front of him, a blank stone chair was placed opposite, and a pot of fragrant tea and two jade tea sets were placed on the table, as if waiting for someone's arrival.

The Yuan Sai, who was driving the carriage, looked at the old man in the pavilion vigilantly, and the horses under him were restlessly stepping on their front hooves. A soft sigh sounded in the carriage, and Wei Wuji slowly leaned out, stepped out of the carriage, and waved to the carriage, signaling them to return to the sect first.

"I haven't seen you for years, and you're still so annoying. The black-robed Wei Wuji sat casually across the chess game and said aloud.

"To be honest, I don't miss you that much, on the contrary, maybe it would be more in my mind if you were to sleep in the ground. The old man on the other side was the old gentleman in the private school.

"Hmph, you can try it if you live longer than me?" said the black-robed Wei Wuji with a sneer.

"With the appearance of you now, you are not a human or a ghost, can you still talk about living?" the old gentleman of the private school glanced up at Wei Wuji and said lightly.

"Old fellow, isn't this due to you?" said the black-robed Wei Wuji angrily, but as soon as the words fell, the black-robed robe slowly sat on the stone chair, sipping the fragrant tea on the table.

"The world has been quiet for almost a thousand years, so why should you?" said the old man of the private school lightly.

"You also know that it has been peaceful for a thousand years, but do you think that I have also been peaceful for a thousand years? There are still people in this world that I hate, and there are even more scheming in my love. You want to take it all away from me with your calm?" The black-robed Wei Wuji looked at the old man in front of him with a sneer.

"The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own. There are certain laws in this heaven and earth. The old man in the private school said helplessly.

"So what, how can I resist the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao?" the black-robed Wei Wuji suddenly said solemnly, his straight waist slowly standing up.

"That's right, but do you really want to continue, aren't you afraid of losing again, there will be no vitality, and the inheritance will fall?" the old man of the private school shook his head slightly and asked, but the chess pieces in his hand landed on the stone table in a hurry.

"So what? Don't Taoist people shout every day that heaven and earth are unkind and use all things as dogs? Could it be that they have no idea of immortality?

"That's not the same, you lose. The old man of the private school gently put down the last white child, raised his head and said.

The black-robed Wei Wuji looked at the chess game and said lightly: "Back then, you had the madman who sealed the demon, the hidden clan, or even the genius son of the Holy Realm as a chess piece, and now how many people are left?

After speaking, the black-robed Wei Wuji laughed loudly, pushed away the chess game in front of him, and left quickly. The old man of the private school smiled helplessly, perhaps, as the black-robed Wei Wuji said, thousands of years have passed, and many people have lost to the years and the way of heaven.

Looking up slightly, a round of red sun in the distance slowly descended to the ground, as if night was coming. With the arrival of night, the old man's body gradually disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

Far away on a verdant mountain range, an exquisite courtyard sits on it. The wide gate is hung with a golden plaque, on which are written four golden characters "Casting Sword Villa".

In front of the gate stood two huge stone lions, with teeth and claws, indescribably majestic. In front of the stone lion stood a huge sword made of stone, and I didn't know what it was made of, but standing in front of the sword, I felt that the sword aura was rushing towards me.

There were two strong men standing under the gate, but they were dressed as guards and guards, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and with a certain square hat on their heads, they didn't look much different from the little guy of the rich and noble. It's just that there is a shining sword hanging from his waist, and he looks majestic.

On weekdays, there are no important guests, and the two little servants stand by the door, occasionally talking about whose woman is brighter at the bottom of the mountain, the price of wine in the wine shop at the east end of the town has risen again, or the inn next door has some strange people and other trivial things. It's just that today the two of them are standing under the gate. Watch a gray quaint carriage or two come towards the villa.

Soon the carriage came to the door, and the man driving the car jumped out of the carriage gently, respectfully stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain of the carriage, and an old man in black walked out of the carriage.

The old man held a thin cane in his hand, bent down, and slowly walked out of the carriage. Looking up at the sun in the sky, he was wrapped in black clothes and strolled towards the gate.

The man guarding the door stretched out his hand to stop it, looked at the man in front of him, and guessed that it should be a hermit in the mountains and wilderness, and this kind of person is the most stingy. I couldn't help but be annoyed, is there any oil and water to fish.

Stopping the old man, the janitor was about to speak. The old man in black stretched out his hand and took out a few ingots of silver and a letter and handed them to the janitor, raised his head slightly and said: "The scattered silver coins should be used as a few errand money, and please help hand over this letter to the owner, just say that the evil heart of the Heavenly Evil Sect has something to ask to see." ”

When the man on the side heard this, he didn't care at first, but when he heard about the Heavenly Evil Sect, his body instantly stiffened, and the hand that reached out to take the money paused slightly. The man took a deep breath and respectfully took the letter in the old man's hand, but the few pieces of broken silver seemed not to be seen, and at the same time he said, "Wait a minute, I will send it to you." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly ran towards the villa, the old man in black looked at the man in the distance and nodded with satisfaction, and the broken silver in his hand was thrown towards the other guard who was standing aside, and he didn't say much.

Soon the man who entered the door to report came back quickly, and at the same time respectfully led the old man towards the villa. There is a cave in the villa, a wide road that leads to the backyard, and different patterns are carved on the walls of the villa. Most of them are naked men, constantly striking iron next to the iron furnace, and occasionally a few pictures depict the appearance of several swords being born, or colorful auspicious clouds falling from the sky, or rolling black thunder from the sky, or landslides and earth cracks, etc., which are very magical.

Soon everyone came to a very simple living room, and an old man with gray hair sat in the hall, with a bulging body, a thin face, and resolute and sharp eyes, which made people dare not look directly. Next to the old man, a young man, dashing, like a Confucian student, white robe, blue shoes, white face on the slender body, upright appearance, with a slight smile. There is a small emerald green sword hanging from his waist, which looks like a little green among the flowers, which is extremely eye-catching.

The old man bowed slightly, hugged his fists and said: "In the evil heart, this time I came to return a sword to Guizhuang, and at the same time I hope that Guizhuang can give you a sword." ”

After speaking, the old man took out a jade stone sword from his sleeve, which was the sword of the young swordsman named Liufeng.

The old man in the hall opened his hand slightly, and the stone sword flew into his hand. The old man carefully checked the sword in his hand, but his face was with a touch of sadness, and the young man next to him looked at the old man in front of him with a slight frown.

"That's not enough. The old man in the hall, as if immersed in grief, said indifferently.

"The old farmer is a good hand at doing business, so I'm selling the sect master's news. The person who had an agreement with the owner of the village asked me to tell the owner that the sect master of the Shushan Sword Sect would not be allowed to leave the sect for decades. I wonder what the owner thinks?" said the old man in black with a smile to the old man.

The white-haired old man in the hall slowly looked up at the black-clothed old man in front of him and said, "Let's choose a sword tomorrow." ”

The old man in black nodded with satisfaction, bowed and saluted, and turned to leave.

After the trace of the old man in black disappeared completely, the young man next to him asked anxiously, "Senior Brother Sword Idiot is really dead?"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, his expression becoming more and more lonely.

"Then why make an alliance with that man?" the man asked, puzzled.

"Because when the alliance was formed everywhere, that person told me that the sword idiot would die, but the sect master of the Shushan Sword Sect would also appoint himself for decades. This elder of the Heavenly Evil Sect, it is false to ask for a sword, and it is true to spy on the movements of the mountain villa. The old man said helplessly, gently picked up the stone sword in his hand and walked towards the door.