Heavy snow covers the mountains, and everything is silent.

The small village of dozens of people at the foot of the mountain is extraordinarily lively, the gongs and drums are ringing, the simple stage is surrounded by the whole village's old and young, the melody of the subdued and frustrating, the lifelike demeanor, the singing is the opera compiled by someone who does not know, Kunlun opens the mountain.

The handsome Hua Dan led by the leader is dressed in white, painted with a flower face, holding a realistic heavenly sword, a husband, and an impassioned singing voice and the foil tune of the sound of gold and jade, which makes the young people in the village boil with enthusiasm and yearn for more than the village.

At the end of the crowd, a beggar in rags sat in the snow, unkempt, looking at the young man on the stage smiling, his eyes a little distracted.

"Heh, Luoyang, Uncle Kunlun, the hero of the human race, why do you want to reduce yourself to today's point for a witch?"

The sound came ethereally, the old beggar raised his head, looked at the sky that was not clear, smiled helplessly, his body was hidden, and appeared thousands of miles away in a moment, without waiting to take a breath, the sharp sword light fell in the air, just a sword, and the surrounding snow was raised at the same time, like two waves falling from each other.

Luoyang looked up, and his figure suddenly disappeared under the snow waves, without a trace.

The mountain was silent for a long time, and the sword cultivator, who was also dressed in white, appeared in the mountain, turned over his hand and took out a compass, stared at the constantly flashing streamer and couldn't help but pat it angrily, and muttered: "Tatters, garbage, I can't find it so close, what do you want?"

The constantly flowing brilliance suddenly stopped, pointing to the northwest, Jian Xiu narrowed his eyes, and after thinking about it, he ran to the northwest without hesitation.

It's a needle in a haystack, and I also rely on the guidance of the compass when I meet Luoyang here, and the northwest is the northwest, although there may be nothing there.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and those who know the things in the rivers and lakes must know, without a stick of incense, countless clouds and sword lights cross the rivers and mountains, searching for traces of Luoyang in the air.

At this time, Luoyang was already far away from here, turning into a handsome scholar, walking on the mountain road, painting as he walked.

When the sun fell, the burly man stood up and asked in a cold voice, "Have you seen anything strange recently?"

Luoyang bowed his hand, met the man's fierce gaze, and said: "Back to the immortal, everything is calm in the vicinity for hundreds of miles, and there is nothing abnormal. ”

The man nodded, looking at the pretty face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was undeniable.

"Boy, your immortal fate has arrived, come with me, and the immortal asked, but it was red dust. ”

Luoyang bowed his hand and bowed again, and politely refused: "I'm sorry, under the will in the world, I wish to die in Qingshan rather than live forever, 10,000 years is too long, I only seize the day." ”

"Presumptuous, get on your knees!"

The man reached out and grabbed Luoyang, Luoyang's right hand shook violently, three ice needles sank into the man's body, and the man's eyes rolled into the snowfield, breathing evenly and unconscious.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

Luoyang pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, looked at the mountains surrounded by layers of fine clouds in the distance, and chuckled and walked out of the mountains.

I can't go to the demon world, Kunlun can't go back, and if I can't enjoy myself alone, this sword will be in vain.

"You're quite leisurely, do you know that the eighteen sects headed by the Ran Sect have already asked for your life in the Shang Council!"

Zhuge Ling didn't know when he appeared beside Luoyang, and the copper coins danced freely between his fingers, smiling but not smiling, just a cunning fox.

Luoyang stared at the copper coin in Zhuge Ling's fingers for a long time, took out the order talisman given to him by Xuan Wudao, threw it in front of Zhuge Ling, and asked curiously: "Do you say I should keep this thing or not?"

"I don't say it, you say. ”

Zhuge Ling put away the copper coin, knowing that Luoyang was worried that the Immortal League would betray him, so he directly threw the problem away from Luoyang, wanting to see Luoyang's attitude.

If he didn't trust the Immortal Alliance, he Zhuge Ling would really look at the wrong person!

Luoyang held the talisman silently, didn't throw it up, thought about it and put it away again, came to Zhuge Ling's side, looked at the surrounding situation with a thief's eyebrows, and asked with a chuckle: "Can the Immortal League find a place to hide me?" I will come out after I reach the top in three and five years, and then I don't believe that they dare to provoke me. ”

Zhuge Ling was amused by Luoyang's appearance, hooked the corners of his lips, shook his head, and said: "The Immortal League doesn't have the confidence to face the Eighteen Plus Extraordinary Sect, not to mention that it's not good for you to hide in this huge world, you have to hide in the Immortal League." ”

"Since you can't help me, why are you coming to me?"

Hearing Zhuge Ling's words, Luoyang's face changed instantly, his eyes narrowed, and he vaguely revealed a murderous intent, as if he would cut off the heavenly sword if he didn't agree with him, so that Zhuge Ling's body would die.

"Who said I couldn't help you? I paid a lot of money over there in Qianjilou, otherwise you would still be alive until now, you would have been skinned, cramped, and detained, and you might as well be dead day and night. ”

Luoyang raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think of the old man snatching his own wine, and suddenly remembered that it was most appropriate to hide there.

"Let's go, see you later. ”

"There will be a period later. ”

Zhuge Ling chuckled and arched his hand, looking at Luoyang gradually moving away, and couldn't help sighing.

I don't know how long this sword will be hidden, I hope that when it comes out of the sheath again, the world will still be the same world.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the wind and snow in the Kunlun Mountains have become heavier, and the whistling sound carries the endless cold, blowing the green pines to the east and west.

Jiang Luo stood in the mountains listening to the sword, Ling Qiwei stood behind him, her face was even colder, carrying the twig, as long as Jiang Luo's movements were out of shape at all, he would twitch heavily. Home

It hurt a little, Jiang Luo pursed his lips and clenched the sword in his hand tightly, and there was a depression in his heart, as if he was confiding it in this way.

What's wrong with the master, what's wrong with the master, it's just a one-sided rhetoric that forced the master to break his sword and leave the mountain, is there really justice in this world?

"Close!"

Ling Qiwei's voice came, the small branch fell, and the painful Jiang Luo forgot everything, facing the white snowfield, his heart was like a knife, and he wanted to find someone to talk to, but the only person who could confide was gone.

"Auntie, can Master come back?"

"The foot grows on his own leg, and it's not his own decision whether he can come back or not?"

"But those people ......"

"What's wrong with those people? It's just a group of clowns, looking for an opportunity, killing them all, grinding and chirping, annoying!"

Jiang Luo nodded, closed his eyes, his mind spread into heaven and earth, and he felt the sword in his hand, and couldn't help but think about it again.

On that day, the life and death of the master was uncertain, that day the master took the old path of the master, that day the patriarch was in retreat, and that day the master became more stern and unreasonable.

It is said that he can change everything when he grows up, but when will he grow up?

Thinking about the sword left in the world, Xuanzhi and Xuan felt like the first string of sugar gourds eaten by chance, and the sweet and sour taste continued to tease the taste buds, and I couldn't stop.

Airplanes!

With a soft roar, the snowflakes were cut open by the Qiushui Sword, and Ling Qiwei, who had a cold face, smiled.

Qing is better than blue, Jiang Luo can realize the sword power earlier than Luoyang.

On that day, the apprentice who had lost his master finally learned to use a sword.

On the far Feiyu Peak, Shen Hualian was wearing a mink fur carefully designed by Xia Qixing, looking at Jiang Luo from afar, and couldn't help but smile.

Xia Qixing was also looking at Jiang Luo, but at the same time, he didn't forget to pay attention to Shen Hualian's expression, seeing her smile, he praised softly: "This kid has a very good talent, maybe in a few years, he will be the next Luoyang." ”

"No, it won't. ”

Shen Hualian shook her head, and when she saw Xia Qixing's confusion, she continued: "None of the snowfalling snow in the sky is the same, and so are we in the world, Luoyang is Luoyang, Jiang Luo is Jiang Luo, they are different." ”

"It is true that some people will follow the path of their predecessors, and some people are destined to follow their own path. ”

Xia Qixing smiled, conforming to Shen Hualian's wishes, thinking about the young man in white who didn't know when he would return, he couldn't help but clench his fists, is this road really going through? Cao Qingfan didn't have much time left.

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

Shen Hualian said softly, seeing Xia Qixing come back to his senses, he smiled gently, and continued: "This is the Kunlun Doctrine, I feel that it is very good, especially the last four words, it is very suitable for you, it is not a way to wait, you should think about what to do." ”

Xia Qixing fell silent, looking at the white distant mountains, and gradually became distracted, and even Shen Hualian didn't know when she left.

When night came, the cold night wind was wandering outside Feiyu Mountain, Shen Hualian sat on the edge of the bed, her feet in the wooden barrel full of elixir, looking at the dim light, her eyes gradually lost focus, and a thin layer of purple appeared.

"Have you found out clearly, what kind of child is that Jiang Luo, and where is Luoyang now?"

The sloppy Taoist pinched a stone, staring at the complex but equally divided situation, this son is very important, if it is right, Kunlun will be defeated, if it is not right, everything before is useless.

"Kunlun doesn't know where Luoyang is going, it's like he really judged the sect, if anyone can really find Luoyang, I think there are only two people and one demon. ”

"The devil is Nanno, who are the two of them?"

"The young patriarch and Xuan Wudao, this is the person who is most likely to find Luoyang. ”

"The Immortal League doesn't know the traces of Luoyang, he seems to have disappeared out of thin air, will he go to the underworld?"

The sloppy Taoist put down his raised arm, twisted the chess pieces in his hand, and was already distracted and searched for the underworld.

Shen Hualian lost her mind slightly, and shook her head after a moment of silence.

"Impossible, unless cornered, Luoyang will never return to the underworld, in the world he is a piece of darkness, in the underworld he is a white ink spot, too conspicuous!"

"What kind of kid is that Jiang Luo?"

"He is not simple, he has already understood the sword power at a young age, if he can inherit the sword in Luoyang in time, his sword may surpass Luoyang and become the strongest existence in the six realms!"

"Good!"

The sloppy Taoist smiled proudly, the stone fell on the table, looked at the good situation, and continued: "There will continue to kill over there, Kunlun should be very chaotic recently, take this opportunity to find out the location of that door, if not, then turn Liu Xiao into our person, so, sit back and relax!"

The transmission gradually disappeared, the dim lights disappeared, and the endless darkness instantly swallowed the entire Flying Feather Peak.