Flower butterflies came and went, a group of aristocratic children laughed and disappeared at the end of the mountain road, Luoyang took the beggar's palm, smiled at Nannuo, and the three of them walked side by side towards the mountain.

The sky is bright, the mood is good, at this time, you should drink fine wine, eat delicacies, since you have come to Kunlun Xianmen, how can you not taste the immortal food on the master's lips?

Ten thousand trees compete for glory, a hundred flowers are gorgeous, the glazed golden tiles of Yixing Palace loom in the misty clouds and smoke, three or four pine trees are scattered in the courtyard, seven or eight children are lazily leaning in the shade, one hand chess score and the other hand sword is fascinated.

The musk swirled, and two or three tired birds landed on the windowsill under the eaves, shaking their heads and crying from time to time.

Li Qinyue smiled and put down the sunspots in her hand, the chessboard of the 15th line was covered with black and white, the blacks were connected in tandem, and the whites had temporarily lost the wind.

"The variable, this variable cannot be tolerated, it must be eliminated. Li Qinyue muttered softly and lifted a sunspot in the corner of the chessboard, got up to straighten his clothes, and walked towards the palace gate.

Shocked by the sound in the room, the children suddenly woke up in fascination by reading the scriptures, stuffed the books into their arms, picked up the broom and dustpan around them in a panic, and carefully cleaned the surrounding square inches.

"Sweep lightly, it's morning, don't sweep the ground. Li Qinyue grimaced and forced the smile in her heart.

How could he not be like this back then, he was lazy in changing the Fa, and he was full of reluctance to explain to his master, and he couldn't figure out what he could solve with a talisman but still had his disciples clean up?

Later, the Three Realms surrounded the mountain, and the master and brother died on the Dongshan Trail, and Li Qinyue was the only one left in this huge Shangling Peak.

Every time there is a lonely moon on a cold day, Li Qinyue, who is unsettled, will pick up a broom, clean the mountain gate inside and out, and after five years, he realized.

Since then, when I am cleaning, I no longer think about reading the Bible, and when I read the Bible, I no longer think about good food and wine......

The sword light swept across the top of the Yixing Palace, fluttering into the void.

After going deep into the Void Secret Realm, Wu Chen dispersed the sword light and flew into the prosperous Cloud Peak in the middle of the mountain.

The leaves fluttered, and the twenty-eight boy in brocade clothes dozed off outside the bamboo forest with a wooden sword, his clothes wet with saliva, and he let out a few happy whispers from time to time, thinking that he had dreamed of rare delicacies in the mountains.

Wu Chen smiled quietly, turned to go deep into the bamboo forest, stopped outside the Qingtan bamboo house, and transmitted the sound of spiritual power.

"Senior brother, Uncle Xiao's heir is back, he is a good young man, do you want to meet him?"

The pond is empty, reflecting the stars and the moon, and the fluttering leaves are dancing, sending the echo of the people in the house, "You don't need to see it, you tell me, what kind of child is he, how is his sword?"

Wu Chen thought about it slightly, and replied: "That child's name is Luoyang, fifteen years old, he has learned the sword momentum, his personality is not like his uncle but more like his aunt, he is very gentle and kind, but he is too confident, and he always feels that his sword can cut everything, which is a good thing and a bad thing." ”

"It's a good boy, but it's a cheap little uncle...... Hahaha. ”

The people in the house smiled happily, he had not been so happy for a long time since he had been in the mountains, and the moonlight was good tonight, very warm.

Wu Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, looked at the moonlight worriedly, frowned and muttered: "Hey, whether it's the ancestor, the little uncle, or the senior brother, it seems that he will never worry about it. ”

Sword cultivation should be confident but not too confident, life is the first avenue of the Six Realms, Luoyang's self-confidence may cut him at any time, or even kill him.

Hearing the laughter of the people in the room, he straightened his rickety figure, looked at Wuchen under the stars and moon, and said meaningfully: "It is precisely because you like to worry about it as always, so you are the best person to be the head teacher." Wu Chen, remember, everyone has their own destiny, some people are born proud, unwilling to bend their waists halfway, let alone bow their heads halfway, Uncle Qi is like this, and the child is also like this, I believe in him, just like I believed in Uncle Xiao eight hundred years ago, that child will definitely protect Kunlun. ”

Saying that, the people in the room held the fairy sword on their side, and looked at it through the moon, hiding the blade for nearly a thousand years, and the three-way sword blade was even more than in the past.

When people don't have a long time, the sword has a hidden box.

He pays more attention to the process than the possible result, how short life is, how to live in a hurry, how to live is the key, Luoyang's character, presumably this life must be very exciting, no worse than Uncle Xiaoshi.

The west mountain is dyed with glow near the sea, two or three gold-topped pavilions are dotted on both sides of the rugged path, the empty mountain birds sing, the east and the west, the mountain is quiet.

After eating not very delicious delicacies, Luoyang and Nannuo came here to wait for the sunset.

The red dress and the white clothes complemented each other, Yiren tilted his head and leaned on the young man's shoulder, looked at the thin clouds in the sky with a drunken red face, and whispered seriously: "No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave me!"

Luoyang glanced at Jiang Luo, who was dragging the Qiushui sword outside the mountain pavilion, looked at the sunset with a slightly red face, and made a serious promise.

"You are the only one in this life, and you are not an immortal without you!"

"Don't, you're ugly, incompetent, and holding a cold sword every day, don't know romance, clumsy ......"

Yiren was embarrassed, missed Luoyang's scorching gaze, kneaded the corners of his skirt, and chirped, very unlike the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless demon.

"Then do you want to marry me?"

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Yes!"

"Then you just think, this girl doesn't want to marry you. Nan Nuo smiled and raised his hands, pinched Luoyang's face hard, turned around and jumped out of the pavilion, and was held by Luoyang's jade hand and pulled back into his arms without running a few steps.

"It's fate, you can't escape. ”

"Take me to see the sunset. ”

Nan Nuoqiao's face was slightly red, glamorous over the peach blossoms in the mountains, pointing to the top of the mountain, wanting to snuggle up with Luoyang under the sunset, and let the years flow gold.

"Do you still want to escape?"

"Idiot, I'm a demon, shouldn't it be a human being who wants to escape?"

"I don't want to run away, I just want you. ”

Luoyang smiled and picked up Nannuo, jumped on the branches, stepped on the mottled jasper canopy, and walked unhurriedly towards the top of the mountain.

Jiang Luo, who was squatting on a horse, slowly raised his head, and his black eyes turned a terrible white.

Looking up at the top of the mountain, the beggar got up and stood firm, wiped the light sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, waved the Qiushui sword casually, laughed loudly, and his voice was the same as that of Qian Lingzi.

"Master Luoyang, I am very satisfied with this shell of your apprentice, in return, see you next time, you die, I live!"

The fragrance of flowers gathered, the tired birds traveled westward, the hysterical roar dispersed in the mountain wind, and the crystal clear insect Gu laid an egg in the beggar's heart, and then flew out of Jiang Luo's mouth.

His eyes returned to normal, Jiang Luo blinked curiously, scratching the back of his head, but he couldn't remember what had just happened.

Looking up at the top of the mountain, the beggar once again struggled to hold up the Qiushui sword, tied up the horse's steps, breathed and breathed, and his body was undulating.

Between the branches and leaves, a clear Gu insect paused for a moment, and when the wind rose, it shook its wings and disappeared in an instant.

The crimson glow outlined the craggy mountain rocks, Luoyang's gaze withdrew from the bottom of the mountain, lowered his head and approached Nannuo's side, and whispered softly: "He really has a problem, it's good to have you." ”

"Hmph, now you know, you can't do without me, after all, you're so imperfect. ”

Luoyang nodded, hugged his lover very tightly, Nan Nuo was right, he really couldn't do without her, even if he was perfect.

The sun was gradually setting, and the mountains and mountains were covered with a hazy veil, Ou Que dragged the array plate slowly deep into the sword mound, and walked and suddenly changed directions, and walked straight towards a mountain cliff.

The ripples were surging, and Ou Que walked straight to the depths of the cliff, looking at the dark space behind the cliff along the palm-sized crack, and his longing eyes fell on the three-foot divine sword that was all white and like moonlight, silently distracted.

"Junior, listen to my advice, don't fight the idea of the sword if you don't want to die. ”

A deep voice sounded in the darkness, and a burly figure with only a vague outline gradually became clear, far away from the long sword, looking extremely jealous.

Ou Mo looked at the darkness behind him, smiled slightly, and asked, "Nan Mo, why are you so relaxed today?

Nan Mo nodded slightly, took more than a dozen steps towards Ou Que, and stopped in place.

"You let me go, I'll help you become a demon!"

"I am a human being, whether I live or die, I am a human being, and I have no interest in demons!"

Ou Fu shook his head, raised his hand and took out a array of disks and slapped them in the gap, turned around and sat down cross-legged on the spot, meditated with his eyes closed, exhaled the aura, and cultivated the Fa and preached the Tao.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, and every time he is strong, his chances are greater.

Seeing that Ou Que was completely settled, Nan Mo also sat down cross-legged, the Immortal Demon Yan surged, the array of light blocking the gap in the mountain wall shook slightly, and a wisp of black light broke out of the formation, silently submerging into the Ou Que Sea.

In the deep void space, Nan Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly got up and looked at the white-clothed young man in the array, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he was full of pride.

From this moment on, the Yin and Yang Silence Locking Heaven Array of the Formation Sword Fairy Xuan was no longer the first trapped formation of the Six Realms, and his Demon Emperor Nan Mo had already seen through this formation!