The murderous aura swept through, and the hustle and bustle outside the alley gradually disappeared.

A drop of light sweat trickled down his cheeks, and the boy clutched the fan in his hand, trying his best to suppress the urge to flee.

He didn't dare to move, always feeling that the slightest movement of the wooden sword would cut his throat.

"Give me back my stuff. ”

Luoyang, who was overwhelming, withdrew some sword momentum, but he still stared at the young man's eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and the young man who saw it was frightened, and he threw out the Sumeru bag neatly.

Luoyang's eyes flickered, and the young man immediately took advantage of the situation, replacing the sword with a fan, and as soon as he took a step, he was poked in the chest by the extraordinarily delicate wooden sword.

"If you didn't use the Ten Directions Illusion Technique, you'd be dead!"

"Hehe, Uncle Xiao, my name is Jiang Fan, I can't afford to be profitable early, robbing the rich and not helping the poor!"

Luo Yang nodded, the wooden sword was returned to the sheath, and he looked at Jiang Fan carefully, not knowing what to say.

It doesn't seem appropriate to ask him if he has dinner and if he has no money to entertain him......

"The patriarch is calling me, little uncle, please take care of yourself. Jiang Fan chuckled and clenched his fists, found an excuse at random, and left in style.

Uncle Xiao is poor and white, the sword is scary, and he can't get any benefit from staying, so he can't get a good meal when he goes to find the ancestor, and fools know how to choose.

Jiang Fan swayed and walked away, Luoyang let out a sigh of relief, paced into the alley, relaxed and happy, and felt a kind of pleasure in escaping from prison. Dealing with strangers is harder than cultivating, harder than ascending to heaven.

Walking out of the alley, a ten-mile long street paved with blue bricks comes into view, Qionglou Gaoge lists both sides of the long street, the faded blue tile red wall, the yellowed carved railing painting wall, and the smell of fireworks in the world is precipitated everywhere.

Looking into the distance, there are countless stalls scattered under a smoke willow corridor, and the treasures are Luo Qi, shouting and selling one after another.

Seven or eight children chased and laughed, and the mellow smell of wine dispersed in the delicious taste of the delicacies, mixed with the smell of rouge like a hundred flowers, and diffused throughout the long street.

Luoyang's hurried pace slowed down, but his heart was unprecedentedly quiet in the middle of the street.

When I left home and returned to my eldest child, this long-lost fireworks in the world is really reluctant.

In the south of the Great Wei River, the rolling green hills gradually dimmed, the mirror lake was broken, the ink-like clouds were rippling, and a flat boat hanging in the center of the lake was drifting lazily.

Old man Qi sat cross-legged at the head of the boat, with a hat, a robe, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, closing his eyes and listening to the turmoil.

Nannuo, dressed in red, occupied the remaining boats, Luoyang left, but her journey with the old man Qi did not stop, climbing famous mountains, visiting historic sites, patrolling the desert by car, and traveling in Qingbo by boat.

She has walked and seen this world, although she has been tempted by countless hearts, but what she misses the most is still the young man in white.

Acacia together, it is boring, plain hand seal, Nannuo's eyes rise purple mist, the sight of the landscape into Luoyang seen the downtown area, everywhere through firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, very vulgar and very elegant.

Looking at Nanno and smiling, his thoughts drifted to the far, far future.

At that time, Luoyang had become the first sword immortal in the Six Realms, and they lived in such an old city, opened a small shop, gave birth to two children, enjoyed the sunset, and recalled the past, everything was slow and quiet.

The boat shook gently, imagining abruptly, Nan Nuo looked at the old man Qi who had closed the pole with dissatisfaction, and the trick came to his heart.

"Old man Qi, do you think that Luoyang and I will have a good result in the end?"

"I don't know, that's the business of the two of you, fate determines choice, choice determines fate. ”

Old man Qi picked off the hooked herring and threw it back into the lake, without looking back, not noticing Nan Nuo's unkind tone at all.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves...... He is a human, I am a demon, people and demons are not separated, and the first sword immortal can't stop the general trend of the Six Realms, nor can he stop the blood feud of several eras. ”

Nanno pretended to say, raising his fist angrily, and the purple flames surged, evaporating a large rain curtain.

Old man Qi made her unhappy, and she didn't want old man Qi to take advantage of her wishes. Fishing, feed me the fish!

The old man Qi, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, raised his eyebrows and hurriedly opened his mouth to remedy.

"Chen Yu's spirit rhino buckle is untied, you two are both prosperous and lossy, who will dismantle it? And you are too underestimated to be the first sword immortal, the Six Realms is just a sword matter, what can't you bear?"

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances!"

Nan Nuo put down his fist, admired the hazy green mountains and clear water, and smiled sweetly. It doesn't matter if it's the first sword immortal in the Six Realms, as long as Luoyang can be by his side, guard her, and love her, it's enough.

The sun hangs on the west mountain, and the greedy sunset is drunk and lies in the clouds.

Luoyang, who had been wandering for a day, finally stopped, and watched the sunset gradually go down for the most part before he walked to the Xianmeng rudder with satisfaction.

The road was quiet, pedestrians were sparse, and the two Zhumen inside and outside the Xianmeng opened to the south. The red wall and blue tile, the seven or eight palaces in the courtyard are scattered and orderly, the layout is symmetrical, both stand out from the crowd and the surrounding buildings are not separated from each other, but should be with the immortal alliance "stand in the world, feather flying immortals" meaning.

On the threshold of the outer door sat a thin old man, with white hair, his face was full of traces carved by time, a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were deep and detached.

The four tower-like martial arts cultivators stood on both sides, all wearing black and gold short clothes, all with thick eyebrows and big eyes, pressing the handle of the knife falsely, not angry and arrogant.

The long street was quiet, and Luoyang tentatively took a step towards the Xianmeng, and there were small footsteps in the streets and alleys.

Hundreds of scattered cultivators, carrying standard fairy swords, holding air-breaking short crossbows, blocking alleys, seizing eaves, and ambushing on all sides.

The thin old man yawned lazily, got up and stretched, his muscles and bones sounded together, and the three flowers broke out, and the spiritual light shone on half of the city.

"The old man Xuance Mountain Lord Wang Xuantong, Luoyang Daoyou have worked hard all the way, please come in and sit down, and the old man will personally pick up the wind and wash the dust for you. ”

"You old thief is talking nonsense, and you don't want to harm the master if you say it is high-sounding? There is a way that just says that if you don't practice, you will come to catch me, and if you catch me, you will be happy, and if you can't catch me, you will be happy. ”

Luoyang whispered the words of the tiger and wolf, his footsteps moved slightly, and disappeared in an instant.

The remnant sun was like blood, Wang Xuantong stared at the dead and silent long street, his hands clenched into fists, and the anger in his heart was surging, but he pretended to be confident.

"Nine Shadows Night Concealment Technique, but Xiao Dao'er, use the clouds to see the sun!"

The four martial cultivators nodded, each took out dozens of talismans, and the spiritual power urged, and the talismans turned into golden light and rained down, and the dark corners of the entire long street were all dispersed.

"Others, the goose has left a trace!" Wang Xuantong continued to shout.

Hundreds of talismans rose into the sky, the bright light was dazzling, the courtyard branches, and rows of chaotic black footprints appeared at the end of the street corners and alleys, running east and west, and they couldn't tell the direction of Luoyang's movement for a while.

"Dong Hu led the Xuanjia team to guard the treasure house, and the rest of the people searched the whole city in groups of five, and they wanted to see people alive or dead to see corpses!"