The sand gulls fly and gather, sparkling and sparkling, and two or three small boats lean on the harbor, attracting seven or eight tired birds to stay from time to time. Silver bell-like laughter echoed among the reeds, and the dolls chased each other, running back to the edge of the field from time to time to deliver some water and fruits to their hard-working parents.

The smell of wine is clear, the smoke is drunk, and the idlers are listening to the right and wrong.

Xu is the favor of providence, and Qingyang Tower was not damaged in this disaster. Meng Fan leaned lazily behind the counter, fiddling with the abacus, smiling from ear to ear, the catastrophe did not die, and the entire Beihai City was immersed in joy.

In the sea of clouds, the Tsing Yi Sword Cultivator smiled with his hand, and the sword fell into the mountains and fields, pacing leisurely into the city.

There is happiness in the world, and people in the mountains can't be disturbed.

"Guest officer, what do you want to drink?" Seeing that a new customer was coming, the shopkeeper immediately stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically.

The handsome middle-aged man smiled without saying a word, arched his hand to the shopkeeper, Tsing Yi flicked, approached the counter, and asked softly, "Meng Fan, do you still recognize me?"

Meng Fan was slightly stunned, and looked at his appearance carefully. Yu Yumei, longan lying silkworm, holding a bun, a lifetime of green clothes, out of the dust like a fairy.

Such a bearing is rare in the world, and it doesn't take long for Meng Fan to remember the identity of the person.

"But the old man Fang Jingqi in the river?"

"Hahaha, officially poor. Tsing Yi Jian Xiu replied with a smile, looking very happy.

"Immortal Fang Chang, please take a seat. ”

Meng Fan secretly glanced at the guy, laughed and led Fang Jingqi into the private room upstairs.

The guy signaled to the shopkeeper that he understood, and walked quickly into the back kitchen to shout the best dish names in Qingyang Building.

While preparing the delicacies, Fang Jingqi gently pulled Meng Fan to sit down and said softly: "Brother Meng Fan, speak slowly, I have time this time. ”

Meng Fan nodded, and methodically detailed the recent events, his words were full of sighs, and he did not reveal Luoyang's identity from beginning to end.

"It's really a life of nine deaths, why doesn't Beihai City join the Immortal Alliance?" Fang Jingqi raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

Kunlun Hidden Immortal Alliance, as a product of the banning of Kunlun, isn't the duty of the Immortal Alliance to protect the mundane world from being violated by cultivators?

Meng Fan shook his head with a wry smile and explained: "The gate of the Immortal League is open to the south, who wants to come to the poor town? Although Beihai City is backed by mountains and faces the sea, it is not rich, plus a lot of miscellaneous taxes, then there is also the wealth of worshipping the immortal chief?"

Fang Jingqi nodded, and privately rejoiced that the patriarch had made a decision that was against public opinion. It is easy to join the same stream, and it is difficult to get out of the mud without being stained, but it is fortunate that Kunlun Xianmen did not join the Immortal League.

Seeing that his old friend was speechless, Meng Fan also fell into deep thought, and after pondering for a long time, he finally made up his mind, and begged: "Please accept the little girl as an apprentice, I am willing to give the sword diagram and secret treasure to Kunlun Immortal Gate!"

Fang Jingqi shook his head slightly, and admonished: "Cultivation is not easy, fortune and misfortune, life and death are unpredictable, can you think clearly?"

Meng Fan was silent, and Fang Jingqi asked again, "Kunlun is a thorn in the eye of the rest of the Five Realms, a thorn in the flesh, a bright and dark arrow, no one can guarantee that tomorrow will be whether the white-haired person will send the black-haired person, this immortal is not easy to cultivate!"

"I am mortal, Wan'er can no longer be mortal, she still has a chance to change her fate and hold the future. ”

Meng Fan's voice was bitter, everything calmed down, but his daughter was not happy, the young man left, and his daughter's heart was taken away......

The most bitter thing in the world is lovesickness, and cultivation may be the only chance for her daughter to change her fate.

"You just get ready, fifteen days later is the day when Kunlun reopens the mountain gate, as long as your daughter can enter the mountain gate, I will take her as a disciple and do my best to take care of her. ”

"Thank you......"

"You're welcome, no, a glass of wine. ”

"You wait for me to get the sword diagram and the secret treasure before drinking, and you can't go into the ancestral hall to burn incense and take the treasure. ”

"Whoever wants your broken darling, sit down and drink! Tomorrow I'll leave with a jar of good wine!"

"Is this true? Let me tell you, the sword diagram and the secret treasure are unparalleled in the world, and there is no such shop in this village!"

"Yes, then I'll get the best Hanama wine! ”

"Hahaha......"

The two laughed together, the wine and food were served, Meng Fan and Fang Jingqi talked about drinks and dishes, talked about family life, talked about anecdotes, there was no immortal separation, but it was like a pair of old friends who had not met for a long time.

The ink clouds are surging, the yin wind is roaring, the shallow Yu Peak in the land of Qixi is incompatible with the landscape within a radius of 100 miles, the bare ridge is filled with poisonous mist, all kinds of poisonous insects and strange Gu are distributed in the meantime, the mosquito swarm mixed in the poisonous fog sweeps over the mountain top from time to time, the sound of shaking wings is like a tiger roaring and thundering, and everyone who sees it shudders.

Outside the mountain, it is dead and dark, but there are countless bright light formations in the belly of the mountain, shining brightly, and the slightest trace will appear in the dark hole.

Qian Lingzi and Ni Hako sat cross-legged side by side, sensing the scorching Dan furnace.

"You have to be a girl with nine yin and nine absolute physiques?"

Dan Yuzi nodded and explained: "The Great Kurong Wheel Evergreen Sword Dao is really terrifying, three thousand years old, three thousand years young, no one knows how many times the young ancestor is withering, the Yin Congenital Fetal Poison is the only poison that can hurt him when I check the classics, and there is no other in the Six Realms!"

Qian Lingzi nodded, waved his palm lightly, and called out to the door: "Qu Feng, let all the disciples in the door move, even if it turns the Qi country upside down, you will find the Nine Yin and Nine Peerless Girls." ”

"Yes!"

With a soft shout, the young man at the entrance of the cave dodged down the mountain, shouting the edict all the way, and all the disciples poured out of the nest, and most of the poisonous insects in the mountain were suddenly missing.

The sunlight fell into the shallow Yu Peak, diluted by the poisonous mist, and it was extremely cold.

The bursts of light gather and fly the clouds, the red tile dangerous building stands above the sea of clouds, the seven or eight pavilions and pavilions are built next to each other, and hundreds of bright light towers are scattered around, flashing with dazzling glow.

The black dots in the southern skyline gradually magnified, revealing their true face after a few moments.

The fairy boat the size of the dwarf hill slowly slowed down, the streamer swayed on the 100-meter-high mast, the sail that covered the stars and the moon gradually converged into the formation, and the formation engraving at the bottom of the boat lit up one by one, and the floating feather light leaf array of the port was connected with each other, and the fairy boat that regained the mountains landed in the corresponding port like a bird returning to its nest.

In the corridor at the head of the boat, the monk with a straightforward face suddenly noticed that the fairy boat had landed, so he put away the jade mouth golden cigarette pouch, flicked the copper bell on his waist, and said to the puppet-like brocade boy on the front line: "You are tired, go to the bottom bilge of Tianzi No. 16 to meditate and rest." ”

The boy was silent, moving his steps like a puppet, and staggered into the bilge corridor.

The fairy boat stopped, the monk smiled proudly, opened the porthole, and the light illuminated the corridor, falling on the honest face of the middle-aged cultivator.

Gently turning the jade wrench on his thumb, the middle-aged cultivator took out a jade talisman and transmitted the sound for thousands of miles.

"The goods are ready, one of the first-class goods, she is the eldest daughter of the Linzi Song family, and the others are uneven, and no one has been found in the Nine Yin and Nine Absolute Systems. ”

Sitting on the ground and traveling 80,000 miles a day, surveying the sky and seeing a thousand rivers from afar.

The flying boat crossed countless rivers and mountains, and when he could watch the rise and fall of the fairy boat from afar, the old man Qi stopped the boat, and without saying a word, waved Luoyang back to the mountains, and snapped the strings and chanted softly.

"Don't kill! Don't show mercy! Fight with the sword, die for the sword! Don't seek the afterlife, stand in the present!"

In the mountains and fields, Luoyang's footsteps paused, followed by a long roar, the whistling sound lingered in the mountains, and the frustration was sonorous, like thousands of swords.

Above the flying clouds, Old Man Qi looked at Luoyang's back with a smile, waved his fan lightly, and smiled proudly.

Kunlun guards the common people in the world, and the little uncle guards Kunlun.

He is getting old, but the sword that Kunlun Xianmen is the best at killing will not be old, and the most fierce little uncle of Kunlun Xianmen can't be old.