The hustle and bustle calmed down, Luoyang was slightly stunned, looked at Guo Xiaowan's scarlet ghost eyes, flew to Qian Lingzi and sat down, chuckled and spoke, his eyes were calm, there was no courage in his words, only the casual and relaxed conversation was like homely.

"Why not? ”

Qian Lingzi nodded and chuckled, pinched his sword and pointed at Luoyang's eyebrows, and issued an edict, "Chaos Qinglian Sutra, one gas and three clear." Creation of Hongmeng Xuan, the beginning of the mind. Chaos Qinglian, move!"

The sound fell, the clear air rushed up to Qiongxiao, and turned into a palm-sized green lotus through the fumigated wind, fluttering like a butterfly, hanging above Luoyang's head and shining, gradually converging into the deep sea of knowledge, quietly blooming under the endless star dome, a clear air fluttered from the stamens, double cultivation of life, and branches of the same qi.

"The spirit is calm and eternal, and the lotus soul is immortal, this is the Chaos Qinglian Sword Dao, can you hold it?"

"Hold on, be taught. ”

Luoyang got up and bowed slightly, Qian Lingzi, who was pale in complexion, shook his head, raised his hand and pointed at Guo Xiaowan, weak and weak.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her for you, and if you can come back, you'll know she's okay. ”

"Thank you! The sky is above, and the cultivator Qianlingzi is willing to exchange his soul luck and creation life for this battle Kunlun ......."

"Noise, get out of reincarnation!"

The young patriarch flicked his sleeves and interrupted Qian Lingzi's prayer, stubbornly facing Qian Lingzi, not looking at the ethereal soul, "Zixuan, you personally send him into reincarnation, and by the way, find out the whereabouts of the falling moon perched stars." ”

"Yes. ”

Zixuan nodded slightly, but Qian Lingzi kept pointing at Guo Xiaowan, not wanting to leave, worrying about the fate of the beauty, this is Kunlun, and Wan'er is Rakshasa.

The young patriarch snapped his fingers to untie the sinking fixed sword spell, looked sideways at the jade man with the rain pear flower, and said angrily: "Xiaowan girl, you go to stay at will, but there is one thing you must remember, don't be evil, otherwise you will not be spared!"

Guo Xiaowan forcibly suppressed her grief, and kept kowtowing to the young patriarch, with a trilling voice, and said: "Xiaowan won't go, just wait for the senior brother in Kunlun, if the senior brother is evil, Xiaowan is willing to die with him!"

Qian Lingzi looked at the back of the young ancestor, showed a far-fetched chuckle, turned around and nodded to Zixuan, and one person and one ghost escaped into the underworld.

Luoyang grinned, admired the flowing clouds, suddenly remembered the flat boat, remembered the old man who loved to drink, couldn't help but look for it, quietly everywhere, a leaf of the flat boat had long disappeared, the charming girl in white stood out of thin air, smiling and squinting her eyes, her eyes were full of gentleness and intimacy.

"This is your senior sister, Xue Qingrou, that greedy little bastard should have told you. ”

Luoyang nodded, and called obediently: "Senior sister." ”

Xue Qingrou smiled and squinted her beautiful eyes, flashed in front of Luoyang, reflected her beautiful face in the eyes of the young man, skillfully picked up Luoyang's ears, and said word by word: "Call sister!"

Luoyang swallowed and spit, endured the pain, smiled far-fetchedly, and called obediently: "Sister, you have worked hard." ”

"Hmph, it's very well-behaved, but don't think that I can let you go, why can you recognize Ling Qiwei's crazy girl but not me? Am I not gentle enough or am I not beautiful enough?"

"Sister, I was wrong, sister......"

Xue Qingrou kneaded Luoyang's face while tearing Luoyang's ears, tilted her head and pouted, full of doubts, "Wrong? If it's wrong, what else do you want to do with Xiancha? You come over to me, my sister has to love you well today, otherwise you won't have a long memory!"

Luoyang grinned lightly, had the intention to dodge, and the murderous face of the candle dragon came into his heart, and he didn't dare to have the slightest thought, and said good things about his stomach, hoping that this ordeal would end soon.

The young patriarch regained his youthful appearance but smiled like an old man full of children and grandchildren, looking at the feng shui pattern and the direction of the dragon veins in the mountains, probing his hands and grasping them, the majestic spiritual power surged, and the broken Kunlun ridge was restored as before, and countless shoots were born in a messy ruins, and the breath grew into towering ancient trees, strange fragrance and flowers.

The grass and trees are abundant, but the beast spirit of the mountain is no more, the nine peaks are the same day, the current wind is different from yesterday, but it is better than yesterday, everything is just beginning, slowly, gently, but in a hurry.

Two or three brigade birds fell into the mountains and forests, and the young patriarch smiled knowingly, and murmured softly: "Okay, okay, let's go meet the other two old things." ”

The sword light crossed the void, and a monk sat side by side in front of Kunlun Mountain, looking at this bull's nose that had not been seen for thousands of years with a smile, and wanted to get more benefits by changing the law.

"Qingxu old man, eight hundred jars of wine, five hundred catties of tea, our two brothers are both old bones, this price is not too much, right?"

"Hahaha, Zhang Junbao, you are still shameless as always, you don't want wine, you don't want tea, the fairy swords are all in the sword mound, and if you have the ability, go and get it. ”

The young patriarch sat cross-legged, locking his thick eyebrows, not like the Kunlun patriarch, like a bandit who occupies the mountains as the king, good things can't get in, and he can't pull out a dime than an iron rooster.

Itgrad toyed with the Buddha's fingers, looked up at the young patriarch, didn't wait to speak, but heard the young patriarch say: "You don't have to hurry, Kunlun will lead to changes in the world, this joint eye on the grassland will not move if the Qin country does not move, go back to the barren mountain to recite the scriptures, shepherd sheep and cattle, and you can still hunt birds for fun when you have nothing to do, how comfortable!"

"Amitabha, why do poor monks want to go back to the barren mountains when there is nothing to do in the grassland, Kunlun Mountain is good and the water is good, can't you take care of the old man's fasting meal?"

The young patriarch pursed his lips, looked at the old monk's firm expression, tilted his head to look at Zhang Junbao, and was about to speak, the old man with a hippie smile suddenly changed his serious appearance, and said: "That sword is the treasure of chaos, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first sword weapon in the world, and the only one who can be compared with it is the Holy Dao Xuanyuan, don't you worry that kid is lured by the sword and takes the evil path?"

"What are you afraid of? Your own sword can still harm you? What's more, Kunlun is not like the Shura Sword Gate, he can only die for the sword, and he doesn't know how to fight for the sword. ”

"The sword is out of Kunlun, it is indeed romantic! It's not early in the day, I heard that Kunlun's dream epiphany tea is unique, and the old way wants to drink it now. ”

"One, two?"

"Poor Dao wants a pot. ”

"Don't even think about it!"

"Ahem, the poor monk also needs a pot, preferably herbal tea. ”

"Wonderful, you should drink herbal tea at this time!"

......

Outside the city of Xuance, the beggar sat in place as always, not caring about pedestrians, secretly holding the jade talisman, breaking the boundary and transmitting the sound, "Kunlun is in the world, and the parasite wants to plant." ”

Somewhere in the Endless Void, the Crane Hair Cultivator sitting by the lake opened his eyes and looked at the clear pool in front of him, his palm was scratched, and a bottle of pill appeared in the Fangbu Sumeru bag out of thin air.

The beggar looked around and went to visit his friends, determined to completely solve this elixir mystery!

The old man by the secret lake thought slightly, attracted a green leaf, lightly lit it, and an ignorant little demon with wings on his back appeared in front of the old man.

"Go tell the owner of Penglai Island and tell him to hurry up and search for the Book of Heaven, otherwise, the Daluo Nine Extremes Heavenly Tribulation will be his death!"

The little demon nodded ignorantly, fluttered his wings and flew into the pool, looking at the countless colorful bubbles, and flew into one of the northernmost ones.

On the seventh day of the fourth month, it is advisable to marry and pray for blessings, and avoid visiting the sick in the funeral.

The disciples who left the mountain returned before and after, brought back a thousand strange flowers, plants, birds and beasts and placed them in the mountains, carried the famous old wine in the world, put the wine and food on the place where the hands and feet fell, and talked while eating, and the most talked about was not Li Qinyue, who was strategizing, nor the enemy chieftain who had his own belonging, but the little uncle who guarded the mountain gate with a sword.

Guo Xiaowan cleaned Qianling Peak, Long Xiang, who had recovered from his injuries, climbed from the bottom of the mountain with a piece of rune paper as heavy as a hill on his back, Fang Jingqi sat in the mountain road, smiling from ear to ear, tilting his head from time to time to look at the direction of Yanhuang Mountain, his heart was full of joy and fear, the development of the situation was far beyond his expectations, fortunately, the Yiren did not arrive, otherwise in this situation, he may not be able to protect her and keep her worry-free.

The fragrance of flowers gathered, the wind suddenly roared, the grass and trees were lowered, Fang Jingqi's smile froze, looking up at the several immortal boats that broke through the flowing clouds, staring at the phoenix-patterned banner waving in the wind, but he didn't know what to do.

The old woman stood quietly at the head of the boat with a smile, holding a sycamore wooden staff, and looked down on the entire Kunlun Mountain unscrupulously.

Feeling the right and wrong outside the mountain, the young patriarch who was fighting against the monk and the candle dragon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, scolded a troubled sentence, and grabbed Luoyang, who was looking for the traces of his apprentices all over the mountain, and landed on the fairy boat, with a straight face, frowning, and a blue face, looking coldly at the squinting old woman a few steps away.

Seeing the patriarch like this, Luoyang probe summoned the Heavenly Sword and prepared for a big battle.

"Little doll, boys can't be so fierce, it's too fierce for girls to like, and they want to be lonely for the rest of their lives. ”

"Amorous trouble, pink ......"

"Pull you down, isn't it time for you to hold the Demon Princess?"

The old woman tapped the sycamore cane and pursed her lips angrily, her words full of sarcasm.

Luoyang couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and looked at the young ancestor curiously, but the matter of Kunlun was heard by Yanhuang Mountain, and if there was no secret, Luoyang would jump directly from the immortal boat.

"The old immortal, relying on a broken mirror, peeps at my Kunlun Mountain every day, and he is not ashamed when he is old. ”

"Everyone has a love for beauty, isn't it just for people to see?"

"It's still so sharp-toothed, since you said that the appearance is for people to see, I'll ask the little disciple to set up a formation later, compared to a group of stinky boys, the fairy bathing is beautiful. ”

"Hahaha, that's great, girls, you have to remember who you watched, Kunlun Sword Immortal dares to see us, we have to dare to marry, anyway, we don't suffer." ”

The old woman shouted softly, and the fairies on the boat suddenly looked sideways at Luoyang, smiled skillfully, and replied in unison, "Obey the master's orders!"

The eyes of the fairies were hot, with a corrosive nature that was not inferior to that of a mountain fire, which made Luoyang blush, full of shyness, and restless.

"Hahahaha, it seems that the girls in my Yanhuang Mountain are still powerful, and they can scare the little uncle Kunlun who is not afraid of the earth. ”

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

The sound of laughter came out with the fragrance of flowers, in exchange for two chuckles in the mountains of the boat, the wind and rain have passed, and it is time to see the rainbow.