Drunk does not relieve worries, wakes up and does not relieve sorrows, golden bottle of sake, jade plate delicacies, life is always inevitable of ups and downs, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Sister Zihua's wine is very expensive, only a few jars in a hundred years, Luoyang is reluctant to drink, Linzi's wine is not mellow and fragrant, there is not much wine left between the flowers, drink one jar less than one jar, now there is no wine to drink, the opportunity is in front of you, who is not to slander Jin Jiuling?

Jin Jiuling chuckled and shook his head, approached Luoyang's side, probed his hand to check the pulse, sensed the vigorous and powerful healthy pulse, and said with a smile: "The pulse is stable, it's not like there is an evil demon entering the body, but how can you talk nonsense in broad daylight?"

"Don't want to fool around, you have to compensate today, good wine and good food will be served quickly, I won't blame if there is more, and I will turn my face if there is less!"

"There is good wine and good food, but I don't eat here, there is a Wudang calf nose waiting for you outside, and I am here to send you an invitation. ”

Luoyang was slightly stunned, narrowed Danfeng's eyes, and said coldly: "Lao Jin, you have thought about it, this library is so big, even if you can hide it again, there will be a day when you will be bumped into by me, it is no good for you to deceive me." ”

Jin Jiuling pursed his lips, turned his hand to hold up a mirror, pointed to Gong Li, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the library pavilion, and said: "See, kindness is not rewarded, you are so moral, you should be compensated......"

"Don't show me that look, a mistake is a mistake, don't worry, I'm different from some people who have a thick skin over the city wall, don't ask for much, five jars of wine between flowers, just five altars, no more altars. ”

Luoyang turned over and jumped up, pulled Jin Jiuling and walked out, and said as he walked: "I'll give you wine when I see the invitation, you are very cunning, full of bad intentions, and you have to have more eyes if you don't want to be deceived." ”

Jin Jiuling's face changed, and he had the heart to scold his mother.

Luoyang is really a rake, the thief shouted to catch the thief, he has lived for more than 40 years, and he has never seen a person like this.

He is not shameless than his thief, he is not more shameless than him, he is not more thoughtful than him, and he is not capable of thinking more than him, in short, people are like their swords, they are all unprecedented.

The two walked down the stairs, the warm golden light was extremely dazzling, Luoyang narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath greedily, and enjoyed the fragrance of thousands of flowers.

Juecha's footsteps approached, Gong Li turned over and jumped up, patted the long sword that roared softly behind his back, and bowed to Luoyang and Jin Jiuling and hugged his fists, polite and gentle.

"I've seen Senior Brother Luo, Senior Jin. ”

"You're from Wudang?"

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, looked at the dark long sword, and glanced at this unmasked junior brother, this sword is no worse than Sauvignon Blanc, and the sword cultivation that can command the innate spirit sword like an arm must be unusual.

Gong Li nodded, and said softly: "The eldest disciple of Qingyuzi, Gong Li, Uncle Shi is about to cross the catastrophe, and the family master ordered me to invite Senior Brother Luo to Wudang Mountain to watch the ceremony." ”

Luoyang nodded, took out seven jars of wine between flowers, five altars to Jin Jiuling, and two altars to Gong Li, "Taste it, I'm very poor, you say that this wine can be regarded as a congratulatory gift, if not, I won't go." ”

Speaking of Wudang Luoyang, I couldn't help but think of the bull's nose under the mountain that day, smiling, very angry, thinking about it, I knew that it was a scheming character, I was already poor and white, and then I went to Wudang Mountain, when would I be able to get together the dowry?

Gong Li put away the wine between the flowers, pressed the sword behind his back again, took a deep breath, looked at Jin Jiuling who was walking to the side, stared at the thoughtful Luoyang, and said loudly: "I have heard for a long time that Senior Brother Luo's swordsmanship is unparalleled, I want to ask for advice today, if Senior Brother Luo wins, this congratulatory gift can be stopped, if I win, please ask Senior Brother Luo to pass me a sword, good or bad, any sword is good." ”

Luoyang suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Gong Li's actual battle intent and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, reached out and took out the Sauvignon Blanc, raised his sword sideways, and said, "When you are ready to speak, you take out the sword first." ”

Gong Li nodded, it was difficult to hide the nervousness and ecstasy, his palms were folded, and the seal was transformed thirty-six times, divided into sword fingers, waving and sketching, the golden Zhili Dao Sutra was repaired out of thin air, the golden hook was painted with iron, and the words were swords.

The window of the library pavilion lightly opened a few gaps, and the disciples of the Immortal League, who were busy and idle, quietly watched the golden Taoist scriptures, and were amazed.

One of the emaciated middle-aged scholars narrowed his eyes, pushed the carved wooden window open a little again, and looked at the bright characters that were six feet around Gong Li, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Heh, "Fengyun Fantasy True Avenue Trip", this Gong Li is worthy of being the big disciple of Wudang Mountain, and his name is well deserved!"

Hearing the sound, the burly man who was nearby reluctantly withdrew his gaze, looked at the scholar, and spoke quickly.

"Lao Zhang, do you know this sword? Tell my brother a few brothers, how is this swordsmanship, is it powerful, can you defeat Luoyang." ”

The middle-aged scholar looked left and right, and saw a group of brothers looking at themselves with hope, squinting their eyes, looking at the vast characters, thinking about the rumors and the description in the book, and said softly: "The wind and clouds are illusory, the avenue is endless, this post is rumored to be the book of the sword saint Zhuang Xiao, the whole post is eight hundred and three words, with the aura as the pen can destroy the city and open the mountain, with the sword momentum as the pen can kill the demons, with the sword intention as the pen can be the star of the immortals, if the sword is the pen ......"

"How about using kendo as a pen?" ”

"No one knows that the sword as the pen is not geometric, but there is a rumor that cannot be verified, when the North Sea Demon Clan entered, burned, killed and looted, all evil, Zhuang Xiao's predecessors used the sword as the pen, and the post became a seal of the sea, killing 98 million demon troops in one fell swoop, and cutting off the immeasurable luck of the North Sea, and to this day, the North Sea Demon Clan has not eased up. ”

"It's so powerful, can Luoyang win?"

"It's impossible to win, Qi Tianxiang didn't take this sword back then, and it is impossible for the cultivators of the entire Six Realms and the same realm to take the sword of Gong Li. ”

The scholar shook his head, his words were extremely determined, Luoyang is indeed very strong, vaguely comparable to the elegance of Qi Tian Sword Immortal when he was young, but "Fengyun Fantasy True Avenue Journey" is unstoppable and true, the sword that the master can't stop, and the apprentice can't stop it!

The burly man nodded, and was about to open his mouth to ask, when a soft drink came from downstairs.

"The first sunny day after the snow, sickness!"

The sound fell and the sword moved, the sonorous sword groaned, the light and shadow flew, the mighty sword rain swept in all directions, and before the nearby Luoyang was cut off by a faint sword light, the smoke disappeared, turned into a fine point of light, moisturizing things silently.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but widen his eyes, suddenly pushed open the carved wood painting window, stared at the young man who didn't know when to put away the sword and return it to the sheath, perceiving the faint sword intent, far-fetched smile, full of bitterness.

Fifteen-year-old Dongxuan Realm, fifteen-year-old Zhiyi, fifteen-year-old Kunlun Sword, the future of the world, and the difficult mountains on the way forward of the Immortal League!

"That's sword intent, right? I realized sword intent at the age of fifteen, hehe, Lao Tzu has cultivated to dogs for more than 30 years!"

The burly man lowered his head, glanced at the merry sword cultivator in white with a sword, sighed at the impermanence of the world, turned around and walked into the pavilion, unwilling to look at it again.

The sword of Luoyang not only broke the undefeated myth of "Fengyun Fantasy Avenue Trip", but also broke the Dao heart of most of the people in the building.

Cultivating the road is like climbing a mountain, and the most terrible thing is that there is the idea of looking up to the mountain, once you have it, it is difficult to reach the top.