The bright moon was flawless, and the flat boat slowly fell, like a floating leaf, and the thin old man with white hair jumped into the mountains, and gently placed the apprentice in the quiet corner where he used to like to sleep.

The mountain assassins are scattered, no one dares to move Luoyang under the nose of Qi Tianxiang, not to mention whether you have the courage or not, even if you do, as long as you dare to move, you will be dead.

That's the Monkey King Sword Immortal, the undefeated myth, the living legend, not the top but the peerless Sword Immortal who can kill the top!

The name of the sword out of the sky is not given by others, it is killed, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, full of dirty hands, one counts as one, and everyone in this world who can look down on all living beings has a pair of dirty hands!

"It means that he is poor for salary, and the fire is passed on, and he does not know the end of it......"

The sound of Lang Lang's book echoed in the painting pavilion, the swallows on the vermilion tile jumped lightly, squinted their eyes, and listened seriously, and the young man in the courtyard shook his head and hummed a small tune, full of joy.

The apprentice becomes a weapon, the apprentice grandson also becomes a weapon, what is the name of that sword, yes, fireworks, good fireworks, good fireworks in the world!

People say, "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and happiness gives birth to sorrow." ”

The fact is also good, the young patriarch is happy, is thinking about opening the old wine to celebrate, the sky suddenly flew to the bright light, the bright flying sword fell in the sky, the blade has no edge, the sword grid carved Taiji drawing.

"Zhang Junbao, what is this old bastard going to do?"

The young patriarch narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a long time and took off the jade talisman on the sword spike, and the spiritual power was swallowed, and Zhang Junbao's phantom appeared in the air, his face was full of red light, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and his eyebrows and eyes contained evil intentions.

"Clear the void, the avenue is long, the car behind closed doors is harmful and useless, Wudang will hold a grand event, sincerely invite Kunlun to discuss the sword, I don't know if the thousand-year-old mountain fairy sword is still beneficial?"

The young patriarch narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips disdainfully, what is harmful and useless behind closed doors, this Junbao is clearly thinking about Kunlun's congratulatory gift, but unfortunately, it is a step late, and the current Kunlun is not rich, but it is not a problem to come up with some gifts that are passable on the scene.

"Wuchen, fifteen days later, Wudang will hold a sword conference, you find two disciples, ask Gu Chen to go with you, so many people participate, I don't believe that Zhang Junbao doesn't come up with some decent colors, I don't care what other sects think, Kunlun wants everything now, there is no reward for getting it back, and there is a penalty if you can't get it back. ”

Wu Chen pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and told the words of the young ancestor to the apprentice word for word, Wudang's bull nose is not easy to mess with, this thousand years Kunlun has not stopped, and the heroes of the world have not stopped, not to be underestimated.

Fu Guang sent a message, and before he was silent for too long, the quiet communication charm hummed gently, Wu Chen threw himself into his sense, and a lazy voice sounded in his ears, "Uncle Xiao, will I go? I'm afraid that I will be punished alone, two fists are invincible to four hands, and a good man can't stop the wolves." ”

Wu Chen nodded, he thought deeply of this, flashed into Feiyun Palace, looked at the young ancestor who was concentrating on fiddling with flowers and plants, coughed lightly, and said tentatively: "Ancestor, Luoyang is going to Wudang Mountain, Gu Chen is not too sure, Long Xiang and they are not going, the strongest of the other disciples is Song Zidie, I am afraid it will not be easy to get all the treasures back." ”

The young patriarch paused slightly, chuckled silently, and said: "Old thief Zhang is fighting our fairy sword's idea, so he will inevitably send a separate invitation to Luoyang, please him is to invite him, please Kunlun is to invite Kunlun, count the two, I will send Luoyang to represent everything in the province." ”

"This disciple also knows, but you should know that the junior disciple is very poor...... Will he not go?"

"No, Zhang Lao Thief will definitely let Luoyang go, you can rest assured that Gu Chen will go down the mountain, by the way, Jiang Luohua is not allowed to go down the mountain, let me see him dead, if he goes out of the mountain gate, I will strip you naked and hang you in front of the martial arts arena, so that you will be admired by 10,000 people." ”

Wu Chen shivered and turned to retreat, and a wisp of divine consciousness quietly attached to Jiang Luo's body, the ancestor has always said that he did it, and the little uncle was hung in the martial arts arena back then......

Bianzhou swam away, Qi Tianxiang crushed the jade talisman in his hand, looked at the old man Futai in front of him, and said with a smile: "Now you can rest assured, hurry up, I have been thinking about this colorful cloud soup for a thousand years!"

......

The wind is hanging, Luoyang woke up again and appeared on the fairy boat going to Wudang Mountain, the corridor was calm, with a tempting mixed fragrance, so Luoyang couldn't help swallowing his saliva, pushed the door out, and bumped into the monk with a handsome face.

The light and sword of the Buddha disappeared one after another, Luoyang stood firmly in place, and the monk took half a step back slightly, squinting a pair of peach blossom eyes, and reciting the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, the little monk Lingyu, I have seen Uncle Luo. ”

Luoyang nodded, carefully looked at the monk in front of him, dressed in plain white clothes, hanging sandalwood Buddha beads, with a delicate face, looking particularly bewitching under the backdrop of those peach blossom eyes, not like a monk, but like a prodigal son, a merciless wanderer.

"Uncle, you must not judge people, the little monk is dedicated to the Buddha, not close to women. ”

Luoyang was awe-inspiring in his heart, and smiled embarrassedly, "He has a good heart, and he is really a hero." ”

Lingyu scratched her head embarrassedly, smiled shyly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, causing the noblewomen who lived alone around her to squint her eyes, and her scheming in her heart was not enough for outsiders.

Luoyang smiled ill-intentionedly, walked in search of incense, and passed the voice to the little monk who followed behind, and teased: "You be careful, this group of people like to use knives behind their backs, don't be blinded by this red dust, your heart is moved, and your immovable Ming King Law will be broken." ”

Lingyu nodded, followed closely behind Luoyang, and was careful of the noble ladies around her, full of horror, as if she had seen a group of female monsters who ate people and did not spit out bones, and there was a lot of offense in her eyes, which made the noblewomen laugh with flowers.

A handsome son, a handsome young monk, are a perfect match for a good family, all are unworldly good fate, unfortunately, it is difficult to get in a short time, but good things are grinding, as long as you do what you like, who is not a patient lord.

Luoyang walked very fast, dexterously walking through the crowd, Lingyu followed closely behind Luoyang, walked through a collision angle, and the same masked girl collided in one place, the Buddha was bright, the girl staggered away, stared at the monk, and was about to get angry, Lingyu bowed and saluted, and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the little monk is an unintentional mistake, this method is newly realized, and I am not very familiar with it, I am very sorry. ”

The girl was silent, just nodded lightly to Lingyu, turned around and walked away, Lingyu slowly squinted her eyes, staring at the girl's back, her eyes shining brightly, and she could see through the illusion of the world.

She ...... It's a demon!"

The soft murmur was unusually harsh, and the girl's steps were a little faster, and she disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Luo Yang shook his head, looked at the dignitaries and dignitaries around him with unkind faces, and said coldly: "Don't be smart, whether she is a demon or not, it is not something you can manage, if you want to live, you should be confused!"