The breeze and the moon are bright, dotted with stars, Old Man Yang approached the cliff with a smile, looked at the dark night, and praised loudly: "Yes, it's rare to have a knife, climb up, let's continue!"

"Fight!"

Nan Yifei, who had recovered from his injuries, jumped up, and jumped up to the lonely peak after a few ups and downs, like a thin old man under the moon throwing out a punch with all his might.

The space rippled, and Nan Yi's stabbing fist with all his might was easily blocked by a heavy palm, and the purple flames were shattered, and the purple gold dragon robe of the comer danced in the wind.

The palm of the hand slowly moved away, the man's resolute face was exposed under the moon, his thick eyebrows were slightly tight, his eyes were blazing, the tiger's back was bear's waist, and his voice was like a bell, full of pride.

"Hahaha, this fist is hard enough, it deserves to be my son!"

"Daddy. Nan Yi withdrew his fist and pretended to be well-behaved, not daring to make too many mistakes.

I know my own family affairs, my sister is my father's treasure, and when I see that I am going to get married, my father's mood may not be very beautiful.

Nanli nodded, retracted his momentum and stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the scarlet moon in the sky, and said, "Do you dare to go to Kunlun Immortal Gate with me tomorrow?"

"Why don't you dare, I've been thinking I'll be a thief for a while!" said a certain demon.

"Good! good!"

Nanli laughed three times, and his figure was scattered under the moon.

The next morning, there were no clouds, the breeze was not dry, and the sun was just right in the pavilion.

Luoyang turned over, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the tranquility outside the window, listened to the subdued chanting, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

"How much do you remember about your childhood?"

The young patriarch at the table put down the scroll in his hand and asked softly, wanting to get some clues from Luoyang's memories.

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, shook his head after thinking about it, and sighed impatiently, "I can't remember, I forgot it cleanly." ”

His memory began in the alleys of that nameless town, where the rain was pouring and the thunder was loud, and he could only curl up under the corner of the eaves in ignorance......

After years of wandering, wandering alone, during which he encountered bandits, fought human traffickers, fell off cliffs, and lost his way into the deep forest.

Suffering always followed, but fortunately Nanno didn't let him wait long.

The young patriarch nodded, rummaged through the sleeves of his robe for a long time, took out the jade pen scroll and put it on the table, and said softly: "The plan of the day lies in the morning, let's start practicing." You are their little uncle, you have to walk in the front, the wind and rain are heavy, and your body is hard. ”

Luoyang nodded, turned over and jumped to the table, lifted the paintbrush with one hand, and ripped open the fiery red silk rope outside the scroll with the other.

The picture scroll slowly opened, revealing an orchid-like fragrance, and the paper texture was unexpectedly good, several times better than the best Qianhua paper in the best underworld.

The picture is poor, and the two swords that look similar at first glance but are diametrically opposed are displayed on the paper.

One of them is very similar to the master, righteous and heroic, standing up to the sky and the earth, not yielding, not giving in.

The other one looks mysterious and mysterious, between the virtual and the real, sometimes giving people a feeling of lifelessness, sometimes exuding a burst of vitality, thousands of changes into one, much like the ancestor.

Luoyang was fascinated, and when he came back to his senses, he had come to the top of Qiongxiao Peak, the summer breeze was smooth, and the grass was shy of flowers, attracting some bees and butterflies to linger.

The beautiful scenery is incomprehensible for a while, and it is difficult for a selfless teenager to know.

The young patriarch chuckled and shook his head, walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, his eyes shining, tired of seeing the mountain scenery and wanted to look at the scenery outside the mountain.

The high-spirited young children gathered in groups of three or five, and the chivalrous Buddha who was ready to go occupied the shade of the tree, and the forces of all parties who could not see the light were hidden in the shadows, ready to move.

The curtain opens, and all the characters are ready, waiting for you to sing and I will take the stage.

"The thoughts are accessible and the Tao is heard, and the mountains are not the mountains and know the meaning. The young patriarch chanted gently, tilted his head to look at Luoyang, who didn't know how to write, and smiled briskly, "Practice with your heart, slowly understand, there is time." ”

Luoyang nodded, raised his pen and looked around, wanting to learn from the world and seek a ray of spiritual light.

Morning bell and dusk drums, cranes row clouds, the sea of clouds is boundless, dotted with mottled brilliance, Luoyang is deeply attracted by the wonders, thinking of Kunlun reading the sword, trying to drop the pen and paper, the pen and ink outline, the painting sword has just formed and scattered into clouds.

Obviously, this is not Luoyang's sword, and the sword can't help it, so it is not qualified to jump on paper.

The young patriarch shook his head with a smile, looked at the snow and softness playing in the water in the mountains of Qiongxiao, and transmitted the sound into the secret.

"Don't be playful, check the water quality!"

Xue Qingrou rolled her eyes angrily, picked a flower and put it on her ear, filled it with a gourd of water, and jumped towards Yuanchen Peak.

The young patriarch smiled contentedly, calculated that the hour was approaching, and then looked at the mountains.

When the time is up, the formation opens.

The beautiful morning light shines through the mountain fog, mottled and decorates the blue deep forest, this early summer, the Kunlun Mountain, which has been quiet for 800 years, is lively again.

In the past, the first immortal gate opened the mountain gate and accepted disciples.

The talented and beautiful women who had been waiting outside the mountain for a long time entered the mountain one after another along the rugged path covered with clouds and mist, and their eyes flashed with the brilliance of longing.

Three thousand sword immortals entered the red dust, slaying demons and killing demons and gods.

In the era of the emperor of later generations, Kunlun Xianmen is the last bottom line of the human race, a few wind and rain, Kunlun stands immortal, can become one of them, and the future is bound to be promising.

The mountains and mountains are looking forward to the future, and the sky suddenly ripples.

Luoyang, who has a sense of it, looked up, the sea of clouds was gradually invaded by the noble and demonic purple light, and Nanli father and son stepped out of the void before and after, standing quietly on the flying clouds, looking down on Kunlun Mountain, exuding unparalleled magic power.

"Qingxu old man, come out and see you!"

......

The sound of invitation to battle echoed under the Yunxiao Mountain, and the palpitating magic power pressed into the dense forest in the mountains.

The clouds of different shapes in the sky all collapsed, and the blue dome lost its original color, dead as ash.

The young patriarch shook his right hand, which had not held the sword for a long time, and summoned the Qiushui sword and handed it to Luoyang.

"Then the demon kid is handed over to you, no problem, right?"

Luoyang nodded, put away the pen and paper, raised his hand to hold Qiushui, hooked his finger to Nan Yi above the clouds, and took the initiative to ask for battle, with high fighting spirit.

The young patriarch laughed loudly, and disappeared into heaven and earth before and after Nanli.

Nan Yi looked at the chivalrous white-clothed young man, pulled out his double knives with a solemn expression, and jumped down from the flying clouds with a low roar.

If he comes, he wants to see how good Luoyang is, and whether he can match his own sister.

The sword fell straight to the top of Qiongxiao Peak, with the potential of splitting the mountain and breaking the mountain, and no one seemed to be able to face its front.

Dressed in white and dancing with vigor, Luoyang swung his sword and jumped up, facing the seemingly unstoppable brilliant sword, without any intention of dodging.

The sword qi and sword gang converged in one place, the autumn water long sword and the cold iron demon knife collided fiercely, the blades were staggered, the sound of Jin Ge collision did not fall, one person and one demon rushed to each other again, and the sword qi demon Yan rose and fell, stirring into the sky and rain, scattered and scattered.