Half an hour later, Luo Qingshui was carrying Luo Tianyang's tall body, even if she was an immortal cultivator, it was very difficult, not to mention that she had just broken the four poles and four elephant arrays, which had already consumed a considerable part of her physical strength. But she didn't let go of his thoughts at all, it was so hot in this valley, I don't know if there were any other dangers, it was safer to take him with her.

Sweat slid down her neck, wetting her clothes and hair, making her look as if she had just come out of the shower.

This Tibetan Sword Valley is as its name suggests, where the sword is hidden, the sword aura is Lingran, not an inch of grass grows, Luo Qingshui carried Luo Tianyang and walked for more than two miles, and all he could see was gravel. Stones of various sizes, white, black, dark, light, smooth, moss-covered.

It's all deserted.

The Tibetan sword stickers in the Tibetan Sword Valley are very rare, so it is not surprising that the birds of the Tianshan Mountains fly away here, and the traces of people in the thousands of paths are extinct.

Luo Qingshui finally got tired, she stopped and glanced at the steep hillside around her, trying to find a cool place to rest.

But where there is a place to rest, the sun in the Valley of the Hidden Sword is rounder and closer and bigger than it looks outside, illuminating this impermeable valley even more like a furnace.

"Alas, stinky turnip head, dead turnip head, it's comfortable for you to lie motionless, but it's tiring this girl. Luo Qingshui pouted, she looked around, and just when she was about to be disappointed, she suddenly saw a black shadow.

But there are no trees in this valley, where does the shadow come from?

"Cave! hahaha, it seems that even God is taking pity on this girl, dead radish head, you are lucky. Luo Qingshui took a closer look and found that there was a small entrance at the foot of the mountain not far away, and even the heavy steps were much lighter. The wind was blowing under her feet, and she stepped into the shady cave in a few steps, and then threw the thick burden on her body.

Luo Tianyang's body slammed to the ground, making a dull sound, but he didn't even moan.

Luo Qingshui, who was relieved, suddenly remembered that what he was carrying was not a burden, but Luo Tianyang, and he hurriedly became nervous, carefully checked up and down, and made sure that he was not broken, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cut, I slept soundly. Luo Qingshui pursed her lips, she looked at the cave as she spoke, the cave was very dark, bottomless, and looked similar to the snake cave in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

As soon as she thought of that snake cave, Luo Qingshui was terrified, and couldn't help but shake her body, secretly thinking that there would be no snakes in here, right? Although she thought so, she still found a stone at random and sat down, regardless of whether it had a snake or not, anyway, this girl didn't want to run anymore.

"Your friend may not be asleep. Just as Luo Qingshui was thinking about it, an old voice suddenly came from the cave.

"I'll go, there are really snakes!" Before the butt was hot, Luo Qingshui was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground, and the dragon sword in his hand was pulled out with a bang.

The golden dragon sword glowed with a faint golden light in the deep cave, but its light was not enough to illuminate the entire cave, only a corner of light, so the thing hidden in the depths had not yet appeared.

"I'm not a snake. The old man's voice was getting closer, and the sound of gravel bouncing in the tunnel could be faintly heard, accompanied by Sasha's slow footsteps.

"It looks like a legged one. Luo Qingshui muttered, but the sword in her hand was not put down, Rao has always been naïve, and she didn't know whether the person in front of her was friend or foe.

"Then who are you!" Luo Qingshui glanced at Luo Tianyang, who was unconscious on the ground, and roared at the people in the darkness with courage. On weekdays, she has Luo Tianyang to give her courage, but now that Luo Tianyang is unconscious, her confidence is really not as strong as before.

"Oh, who am I?" the voice in the cave was about to break through the night.

A rickety old man more than five feet tall finally appeared in front of her, he was bent over, his back arched high, as if two pieces of cotton wool were stuffed in it, and his skin looked as smooth as pebbles and dense ravines in the light of the dragon sword, which looked very strange.

"You came to me, and you didn't even know who I was?" the old man's voice sounded extremely gloomy, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

"Looking for you?" Luo Qingshui was a little confused, and then suddenly remembered.

"Oh oh, you're the old man, aren't you?"

"It's the old man with the sword. The old man was not angry, he still spoke calmly, and he did not go forward anymore, just standing where the sword light of the dragon sword could barely reach.

"Yes, yes, old man with dirty sword. Luo Qingshui's chick nodded as if pecking rice, and she pointed at Luo Tianyang on the side with the tip of the sword in her hand, "The person who is looking for you is him, but he is unconscious now." ”

"He wasn't in a coma, he was poisoned. The old man nodded, meaning he knew.

"Poisoned?" Luo Qingshuihu wondered, "But it looks like someone else in this valley, why is the radish head poisoned?"

The old man was suddenly silent, his pupils were large and warm, and he looked like a fossil that had been deposited for thousands of years.

"You also said that there is no one else here, so I am the one who poisoned me. ”

"Ahh

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything, I just wanted to ask you a few things about stuning him. The old man's voice grew majestic.

"What's the matter?" Luo Qingshui was still a little uneasy, but her little head couldn't imagine what he wanted to do.

"First of all, do you know Chang Qingyao?" the old man said slowly.

"Chang Qingyao, who is it?" Luo Qingshui looked like she was demented, she didn't know anything about this name, she had never heard of it.

Isn't she, not a descendant of the deceased? But she clearly has her breath in her. The old man frowned secretly, he could clearly feel the familiar smell on Luo Qingshui's body, although the taste was very light, but it was her.

Twenty years ago, he had smelled this familiar scent in an afterlife, and now he smelled it again.

He didn't know how long he had been in this Hidden Sword Valley, and only the arrival of the old man could make him feel a little comfort.

"The second thing, what is your relationship with Mu Yunfei of the Tianshan Sect?"

"Mu Yunfei?" Luo Qingshui tilted his head and thought carefully, this name

It seemed that she had heard it not long ago, but she suddenly couldn't remember it.

Exactly, where have you heard of it? Luo Qingshui's expression looked distressed.

"Oh, oh, do you mean that strange uncle in Tianqing Pavilion? He seems to be very famous! I'll see you in Tianqing Pavilion......" Luo Qingshui just wanted to say that he had seen him in Tianqing Pavilion, but suddenly remembered what Mu Yunfei had told her when he was leaving, and suddenly changed his words.

"He said he was my ancestor!" but she hurriedly replied, and was instantly stuck by her own answer.

Fortunately, the old man didn't pay attention to her words, and just nodded lightly.

He seemed to have understood Luo Qingshui's identity, more than ten years ago, he had felt her breath in front of a young descendant, and now he felt it in a girl who looked silly.

"What's the matter?" Luo Qingshui looked at the old man's suddenly solemn face and asked hesitantly.

"No, it's just an old friend. The old man turned and walked away.

"Come here, I'll treat your friend. He dropped these words and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Luo Qingshui standing alone in place.

She glanced at Luo Tianyang, who was unconscious with his eyes closed, gritted her teeth, and walked towards the black hole where the old man disappeared on her back.

More than a hundred years ago.

There are three high mountains outside the city of Sanshan, one is towering into the clouds, standing in the middle of the three mountains, standing on the top of the sky, it is called Tianfeng Mountain, and the other two mountains are relatively petite, and are called Yufeng Mountain by the local villagers.

These three mountains are densely shaded with trees and sufficient aura, giving birth to many precious treasures, and villagers often go up the mountain to collect medicine.

But about ten years ago, a group of immortal cultivators came up from Tianfeng Mountain, they sucked human blood and devoured human flesh, and all the villagers who went up the mountain never came back, and since then, no one even dared to go up to Yufeng Mountain.

I don't know how long it took, a big banner was erected on the mountain, known as the Yin-Yang Sect, the sect leader called himself Emperor Zichen, and on the fifteenth day of each month, he would send someone to take away two pairs of boys and girls from the villa under the mountain or the Sanshan City next door. But that Emperor Zichen is the peak of Xuan Immortal, and even the local officials can't help him. Some people say that the city lord of Sanshan City once went up the mountain alone to retrieve his young daughter, and when he came down the mountain again, he was struggling to walk, and he was covered in blood, and he fell in front of the city lord's mansion, and he was in a coma for more than half a month.

The matter was reported to the imperial court, but decades ago, the Tianshan faction Xiaoyaozi had just lost the battle with the heads of the four major sects, and the strength of each sect was damaged, and the imperial city was even more unpredictable, and no one dared to ask about this kind of idle matter, so it was the common people who suffered.

For a time, countless evil demons and foreign ways arose, what Yin and Yang Sect, Sun Moon Sect, Ghost Taoism, all of them were cults, and they all wanted to gain a place in the vast world of various factions.

Sanshan Village outside Sanshan City.

In the early years, these peach blossoms were all picked from the peach blossoms on Yufeng Mountain that absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and the moon dew to make wine, but at this time the mountain could not go up, and the wine naturally lost a taste.

In the peach blossom dock, in the elegant seat on the first floor, the young man in white is tasting wine. He was dressed in white from top to bottom, and only ordered a pot of peach blossom wine, and there was nothing else to accompany him. There was a high-grade sword in his hand, more than three feet and seven inches long, and the silver sword body looked cold and sharp.

Childe looked very quiet, but when he drank, he was not quiet at all, he directly took the pot and blew it to his mouth, put down the wine pot after taking a sip, and sighed softly, as if lamenting that the taste of this wine was not as good as before.

But he looks very young, and he is probably still a little boy for more than ten years, how could he have drunk the wine made of peach blossoms in the open air?

There are a lot of people sitting in this small two-story peach blossom dock, most of them are businessmen who come from all over the world, just to drink a pot of wine. Some sighed that they were born at the wrong time, and some felt that this peach blossom wine was a masterpiece in the world, and there was also a man from outside the Saiwai. His skin was dark, his chest was exposed, he was dressed in coarse cloth, and his weather-beaten rough skin looked like he was from the desert.

A large dark bowl with a large plate of roast beef, which seemed to be the representative configuration of the desert people, he gulped down the wine, completely ignoring the wine flowing over his chest, and then grabbed a large handful of good beef with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. Even if the taste of peach blossom wine has been greatly reduced, he is still happy to eat it.

In the attic on the second floor, there sat a woman in a red robe. He is about 20 years old, with tall eyebrows and eyes, red lips, and a pair of bright eyes staring coldly at a certain corner.

If you follow her gaze, you will find that her gaze is on the man in white who does not fit in with his outfit.

The man was extremely elegant, he could be described as suave, he looked like some rich boy, and it was not surprising that he could attract the attention of beautiful women.

But strangely, the woman's eyes were not all looking at the man in white, she seemed to be looking at the sword in the hand of the man in white.

It was always the woman's gaze that never looked away, and the man in white didn't notice her, just smiled faintly, still facing her sideways.

"Have you heard? The Yin-Yang Sect has spoken, will we select two pairs of boys and girls in our Sanshan Village tonight? The old Zhang family in the west of this village just gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes yesterday, do you think they will be taken away by them?" At the wine table not far away, two rough-clothed men were whispering in low voices. They are dressed as peasants, and they look like locals.

"Then this old Zhang Ke is too miserable, he is in his forties, and it was so easy to give birth to these two children, if he was taken away by the Yin-Yang Sect, he would not have to kill himself?"

"Yes, and the grandson of Village Chief Li happens to be full moon today, in order to prevent the people of the Yin Yang Sect from coming to pick up the baby, he also specially invited more than a dozen darts from the big city hundreds of miles away, and I heard that each of them is a master of the lower immortal level. ”

"What's the use of going down to immortals, the city lord of Sanshan City is a golden immortal, it's not the same as being beaten to the ground and bruised all over his body, don't say a dozen lower immortals, what's the use of a dozen golden immortals?"

"Harm, if you talk about this Yin-Yang Sect, no one will really be able to take care of them?" the villager sighed.

"Sanshan City has already released the list, and those who can destroy the Yin and Yang Sect will have a reward of ten million taels, but what's the use? In the past few months, there have been many immortal cultivators in our Sanshan Village. But last month, the baby in the next village was still gone, and the mother was crying

It's miserable. Another villager sighed deeply.

Their voices became louder and louder, and everyone was indignant when they mentioned the evil deeds of the Yin-Yang Sect, but they were helpless.

"That's because you Central Plains people are too delicate, all of them are like girls, and even the wine brewed is no different from water. What kind of Yin and Yang Sect, Sun and Moon Sect, if it were in our desert, how could they do such evil?" the desert man obviously heard the conversation between the two villagers, and said loudly at the top of his voice.

His voice was so loud that the entire inn could hear him, and the noisy hotel fell silent for a moment, for everyone could hear the provocation in his words.

"What do you mean? Han Han from the desert, what else would you do except for a body of tendon meat?" Suddenly, an immortal cultivator was not convinced, and greeted him loudly,-for-tat.

"I'm going to leave you speechless. The desert man was not angry, and smiled. With a flick of his hand, an ice arrow shot out of the bowl and went straight into the mouth of the young man who was laughing wildly.

After eating this ice arrow, his eyes widened to the size of copper bells, and his hands were clutching his neck, and he could no longer say a word, so he could only dance dumbly.

"Bastard, do you really think that we Central Plains people are easy to bully?" Seeing that the desert man made a move, the immortal cultivators in the inn couldn't hold it back, because this desert man was now slapping all their immortal cultivators in the face.

The Yin-Yang Sect has Emperor Zichen here, they can't move, how can they let a desert person bully?

So several swordsmen with great strength pulled out their swords, and the cold light in the inn flickered, and they were murderous for a while.

"Oh, hey, why bother with the guest officers? The lord from this desert didn't say that the lord was a girl?" The innkeeper was afraid that someone would break his table and chair, so he hurriedly ran forward, smiling flatteringly while persuading a few impulsive guests.

"I really didn't say that everyone here is a girl, I just said that you Central Plains people are all girls!" The desert man still smiled innocently, completely ignoring the anger that he had ignited in everyone's hearts.

The man in white was already sitting dignified, his heart was as calm as water, without the slightest wave, as if the people of the Central Plains that this desert man said did not include him.

The woman in red looked at the man in white and didn't move, and she didn't move, because she was a girl.

"Bastard, dare to say wild words, see if I don't beat you to the ground and pee, and then let you go back to the desert!"

The innkeeper had apparently failed to persuade a few of the grumpy guests, who had already leapt down from all directions, and the anger in their eyes was eager to burn the desert man to the ground.

"Bang bang. "Before everyone could see it.

The originally noisy inn fell silent again, except for the sound of chairs shattering, and the sound of slapping.

No one could see the figure of the desert man clearly, only that a few of the originally bear-like voices all flew out, and their bodies fell on the chairs, smashing the wood into pieces.

"Xuan Xian, he turned out to be the peak of Xuan Xian!" Everyone was in an uproar again, the inconspicuous desert man in front of them turned out to be the peak of Xuan Xian!

Looking at the entire Central Plains, except for the four major sects, there are very few strong Xuan Immortals, and this man from the desert is actually the peak of Xuan Immortals.

"Hey, a few little things know how powerful the master is, right?" The desert man smirked, "It's really boring, Lao Tzu has gone all the way, and there is no decent opponent, you won't really have no one in the Central Plains, right?"

"Nonsense, we are all loose cultivators, how can we be your opponents? But there are so many people in the four major sects who can defeat you, do you dare to take a look?" Several defeated immortal cultivators clutched their chests and struggled to get up from the ground, fortunately, the men in this desert did not move seriously, otherwise they would have to lie on the bed for ten days or eight days before they could get up.

"The Four Great Sects?" the desert man was a little confused.

"Dongshu Mountain, West Sword Sect, South Blue Sky, North Tianshan Mountain, this is our strongest combat power, why don't you go and meet them?"

"Oh, if they are really as powerful as you say, why don't they come to destroy the so-called Yin-Yang Sect in your mouth? I'm afraid it's just a group of shrunken turtles who only dare to pinch soft persimmons!" the desert man laughed loudly.

A few immortal cultivators who were originally quite proud were speechless for a moment, just when they didn't think of how to reply.

"Bang bang bang. Three silver needles suddenly shot out from the second floor, stabbing at the desert man's sturdy back.

It was too late, and a large silver knife suddenly flew up from behind his back. The silver needle slammed into the blade and fell feebly to the ground.

"Heh, you Central Plains people are really like girls, you will only use this kind of secret weapon to sneak attack. The desert man turned around, but when he looked at the person who had attacked him, he suddenly stopped.

Because it was none other than the woman in red.

"Hey, I'm not going to fight with women in Baturu, otherwise the men in the desert will laugh at me. Baturu pursed his lips, holding the broadsword in his hand and looking around again.

"Today, I, Baturu, are here to challenge all the masters of the Great Xia Dynasty, as long as you can defeat me, I will return to the desert and never enter the Central Plains for half a step, but if no one can defeat me, then you immortal cultivators in the Central Plains will be all girls!" his tone was extremely arrogant.

So arrogant that even the man in white couldn't help but smile slightly.

"What's wrong with the girl, today the girl is going to send you back to the desert with her own hands, and by the way, sew up your stinky mouth!" shouted the woman in red, she jumped up from the air, her figure as soft as a red silk. In an instant, an overwhelming amount of red satin poured out from behind her, trapping Baturu's hand tightly holding the knife, making him unable to move.

The immortal cultivators in the hotel were ashamed, they were actually reduced to wanting a woman to save the reputation of the men in the Central Plains, they only hated themselves for not having the ability. But seeing this scene, a person from the Central Plains can't help but applaud.

"Ha, the woman is very skilled, can you tell me your name, Baturu will never compete with the nameless. Baturu could feel the power of the woman's silk, and it was this power that made him so excited that he seemed to forget his promise not to fight the woman he had just made.

The woman in red frowned slightly, she looked at Baturu, who had no intention of making a move, and finally gritted her silver teeth and shouted three words.

"Chang Qingyao. ”

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