The blue sky is like washing, the green leaves are rustling, the empty mountain birds are singing, and the deer is lost.

The streamer broke through the void, and the young patriarch appeared outside the Ziwei Palace out of thin air, his fists clenched, his lips trembled slightly, and tears appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

He didn't dare to ask, let alone open the door, even though he had truly perceived everything in the temple through his divine sense, but he didn't want to see it with his own eyes.

Absolute cultivators are also human beings, and they also want to deceive themselves at this time.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, and the disciple is willing to be punished. Luoyang struggled to get up, stepped forward and knelt down, and took the guilt on himself.

Senior Sister has endured enough suffering, he was not there in the past, there is nothing to say, and now that he is here, naturally he can't let Senior Sister bear it alone. Regardless of age and origin, a man should be the pillar, no need for a reason, only responsibility.

The young patriarch shook his head, forced his heart, and waved his sleeves to evoke a fire-like streamer, and the light fell, and the bodies of Ling Qiwei and Xue Qingrou all disappeared.

"This matter is over, don't talk about it to outsiders, as for Qi Wei's girl, I will send her to Quegu, and then discuss the future after the Gu worm is cured!"

Without waiting for Luoyang to speak, the young patriarch stepped into the air, feeling the frightened expressions of the talented people in the mountains, groaning slightly, and calling loudly.

"The people of Kunlun Mountain never live for one person, whether that person is a father or a mother, a friend or an enemy, love and hate. ”

"If you live for one person, don't enter this door!"

"The sword fairy is more romantic, or well-dressed, hanging a three-foot green dragon, the sword rides the wind, the sword is unparalleled, the son is like jade, and he is free from the dust; ”

"If you're not romantic, don't enter this door!"

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, straight, double-edged, can withstand polishing, can withstand loneliness, can bend and stretch, has the air of the king of the world, and also has the breath of elegance and humility. ”

"If a person is not as good as a sword, don't enter this door!"

"In addition to the above three, the rest of the people climbed the mountain, passed the three passes, and entered my Kunlun Gate. ”

The voice contains some kind of magic, constantly echoing in the ears of the talents, lasting for a long time, and after a while, a little frightened children turn around and go down the mountain, their steps are staggering, their eyes are lonely, they are completely unmotivated, and in their hearts, they feel that they are one of the three who do not enter this door.

Under the shade of the trees in the East Mountain, Meng Wan'er, who was thinking of her father, gritted her teeth and strode towards the top of the mountain.

Can't live for one person, how can you live for the people of the world?

She privately thought that the test of Kunlun Mountain had begun, and this choice to stay was the first level, and she was undecided, what kind of way to cultivate, what to do sword immortals?

The mountain wind sends the fragrance of flowers from the east mountain to the west mountain, and a man and a woman on the trail have approached the mountainside to solve the sword stone.

Song Zidie silently climbed forward with a long sword, and looked at the beggar behind him with a smile from time to time, wanting to wait for him.

The lagging beggar smiled back without timidity, panting and staying in place, wanting to rest more and rushing to the top of the mountain in one breath.

Humble background does not mean humble ambition, this is the principle of scholars, and it makes sense there.

The bright sky light focuses on the moving green leaves, and the small streamers fall on the mountains.

The Gu worm the size of a fly suddenly escaped from the void and silently submerged into the beggar's body, the almost depleted spiritual power suddenly filled, and the warm flow flowed through the meridians, and the tired body was full of strength again for no reason.

The beggar smiled confidently at Song Zidie, strode forward, carrying a broken wooden cane, overtaking Song Zidie, and walking in front of everyone.

The young patriarch returned to Yuanchen Peak from mid-air, looking at Luoyang who was dejected, and said: "Born from the heart, fighting swords and watching people, it is difficult for you, right?"

Luoyang nodded, temporarily put down the matter of helping his senior sister intercede, looked left and right, and wanted to find the roots of the branches in his hand to replace the sword, Sauvignon Blanc was too sharp, and his wooden sword was folded in Xuance City.

Chang Ming raised his hand and grabbed it, took a bamboo stick of appropriate length and thickness and handed it to Luoyang, and asked, "How about this?"

Luoyang smiled and nodded, took the bamboo stick and walked all the way down the mountain.

When the young man walked away, Chang Ming looked back at the young ancestor with a pale face, and said with worry: "Paper can't hold the fire, you can't hide it for too long!"

"You don't need to hide it for long, just a few days. ”

The young patriarch whispered, turned around and wanted to go, but after taking a few steps, he turned around again, staring at Chang Ming with a sad face.

Chang Ming was a little embarrassed to be looked at, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head with a smile, and was just about to open his mouth when he was knocked unconscious by the young patriarch waving his sleeves.

"No, no, you foolish mouth doesn't close the door, let's sleep!" said the young patriarch smiled and unfolded the sleeves of his robe, took the sleepy past life into it, hummed a small tune, and leisurely walked towards Qiong Xiao Peak, no matter how he looked like a dead disciple.

Luoyang followed the ladder to Kunlun Mountain, and several ups and downs appeared outside the sword solving stone, standing sideways with a bamboo stick, looking at the beggar with shining eyes from afar.

He always felt that the beggar was familiar, but he couldn't say when the two had met.

The two approached, Luoyang temporarily suppressed his thoughts, and pointed at Song Zidie with a stick instead of a sword, "You wait, let her come first." ”

The beggar nodded, obediently walked to the shade of the tree next to the mountain road and sat down, staring at Song Zidie without hesitation.

Song Zidie tilted her head to look at the mountain road behind Luoyang, and then looked at Luoyang, which was like a tiger, and said confidently: "Uncle Xiao, I can't beat you......"

Others don't know what she can understand, this young man who is not older than her is outrageously strong, even if all the talents under the mountain besiege him, he must be sad about this sword stone.

"You don't need to beat me, what you can pass can pass. ”

Luoyang said softly, stepping and flying, the bamboo stick pointed straight at Song Zidie's eyebrows, the sword qi roared, and the murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

Cowardice in different immortal boats, this time Song Zidie resolutely drew her sword out of the sheath, and the turquoise sword blade collided with the bamboo stick in everything.

Jin Ge's voice fell, Luoyang calmly landed on the stone steps, Song Zidie took dozens of steps back in embarrassment, her long sword trembled, and her beautiful eyes were a little hesitant.

"You go, the cowardly die quickly, and there is only one life. ”

"This girl is not leaving!"

Song Zidie roared and raised her long sword again, and attacked Luoyang with tears, forgetting the number of swordsmanship paths, only remembering that sentence that there is no advance or retreat.

The long sword slashed through the air, and Luoyang appeared beside the beggar at some point, and the mountain road was open and straight to the top of the mountain, which was exactly the same as the road ahead that Song Zidie longed for.

"Thank you, great kindness, toothless and unforgettable!"

Song Zidie was cheering and jumping on the mountain road, if it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she wouldn't have danced a song.

Luoyang coughed lightly, the little girl who got carried away came back to her senses, smiled shyly, and ran towards the mountain in a hurry, like a happy flower butterfly, and had long forgotten the grievances of Fang Cai.

"On this long road, the will is greater than everything else, whether it is cultivation or life, there is no advance or retreat. ”

Luoyang said softly, as if talking to himself, but the beggar nodded seriously, looking at the beautiful shadow, his thoughts became more firm, he wanted to learn the sword, and he wanted to marry her.