The sun slowly sets, and a lonely moon slowly rises.

It's autumn, and it's even more bleak.

It is also on Shu Mountain. They can use the huge formation and strong strength to make these flowers and plants fight for a while longer. However, in the end, the time is hard.

A long time ago, it was rumored that there were only eight peaks in the two veins of Shu Mountain, but when a woman happened to pass Shu Mountain, she saw a peak with infinite lotus leaves, and her heart was happy, so she stayed.

The ancestor of Shushan naturally did not allow it, how could the place where the sect was established become a private garden. You can't persuade you to leave, and you can't win a fight. The ancestor of Shushan can only sit on this Qingchi Peak with a dead face every day, and suddenly the rumors began to spread, and the woman recognized the ancestor of Shushan as a senior brother, and she opened another peak, which is today's Qingchi Peak.

The lotus leaves have begun to get a little old, they have lowered their heads, and many of them are lying directly in the pool.

There are a lot of pools in Qingchi Peak, and I don't know where such a high mountain comes from, where do so many lotus leaves come from, and there is only one Shushan in the world where the lotus leaves on the mountain can be seen.

Where there is an attic, there are lotus leaves, and where there are lotus leaves, there must be fish under them.

The cool breeze blew, and the night thousand trees shivered.

There was a sudden noise in the pool, presumably because the fish were naughty.

He had been thinking about how to tell his senior aunt that Qingchi Peak was notoriously difficult to speak, and he would rather go to Tiandunge Peak to face that group of guys who were not eating ancient than women.

After all, the ancestor of Shushan passed down a famous saying back then.

"There are two kinds of people in the world who are difficult to speak and unreasonable, one is a woman, and the other is an unreasonable woman. ”

According to the later good deeds, the two kinds of people mentioned in the original words were: women and women who forcibly occupied Qingchi Peak. It's just that the ancestor of Shushan was afraid of being beaten, so he changed to an unreasonable woman.

Qingchi Peak perfectly inherited the temperament of their first generation of peak masters, although the woman did not accept apprentices, the ancestor of Shushan accepted a female disciple of a peak instead of her, the ancestor of Shushan taught to teach, but the temperament of these female disciples still went with that woman.

And it has been for thousands of years.

Ye Qianshu's palms were slightly viscous, and the sweat in his palms was about to dry, on the one hand, because the large array had been opened, and it was no longer possible to resist the sword when going up and down the mountain. On the other hand, I was a little panicked when I thought that I was going to see this aunt soon.

Although the lotus flowers in the pond are somewhat decayed, the pond is full of lights.

The moon in the sky was lonely and clear, so they gave it a pool of stars.

He cautiously walked towards the attic, feeling uneasy in his heart.

This Qingchi Peak is a substitute teacher to accept apprentices, and the path is not the same as Shushan, through the inheritance of classics from generation to generation, they basically don't care about Shushan. Unless someone is bold enough to move the Nine Dragons Talisman or to protect the Lucky Lotus's pool, this group of women should do anything.

But if you dare to use the Qi Luck Lotus or the Nine Dragon Talisman, the power of this group of women to be angry is greater than that of the Great Grandmaster.

Slowly moving forward, he began to complain about his uncle.

Do whatever you want, as long as you don't destroy this group of women in Shushan, you won't care, why do you have to provoke this group of women.

"Men don't have a good thing!" Before he reached the door, Ye Qianshu couldn't help but shiver when he heard this, and he didn't know if the wind from Qingchi Peak was too cold.

Night Thousand Tree stopped and wandered in the doorway, thinking about what to say.

"Hang around at the door, get the old lady in!" Ye Qianshu heard this, so he could only walk in obediently with his head down.

The woman sitting in the hall was not the kind of woman who wore red clothes, outlined her body curves in a strong suit, and held a whip with a heroic appearance. It is a gentle woman who is graceful and luxurious, with thousands of manners, and is embroidering with an embroidery needle.

If she doesn't speak, she will be a prince and noble, a Jiangnan woman from a scholarly family.

But as soon as she spoke, she lost that demeanor.

Before Ye Qianshu could think about what to say, he was called in, and he couldn't say a word in the face of this senior aunt.

He stood still, overwhelmed.

The senior aunt didn't speak, still embroidering under the lampshade painted with Huanxi sand.

"Don't say yes, don't say it's going to sleep, get out. The hot-tempered aunt stood up and packed up the needle and thread.

Ye Qianshu could only carefully hand over the elixir.

The senior aunt glanced at it, and did not have the kind of reaction that she imagined to ask the reason, but just stretched out two fingers and picked up the pill from Ye Qianshu's hand.

The two fingers seemed to be crystal clear under the candlelight, but I didn't expect that my aunt was old, her hands were like soft, whiter than the skin of girls in the cardamom years, and they were more dexterous than those girls' fingers.

Thinking like this, I was unconsciously stunned.

"Hmph, men aren't good things. Only your uncle is a little responsible, if he is not for his aunt, how can the old lady spare you Shushan so easily!"

Ye Qianshu's thoughts were instantly pulled back, and he could only bow his head and say yes.

My aunt threw the antidote in her mouth, as if she was eating a jelly bean. After eating, I began to pack up the needle and thread again.

The aunt raised her eyes and glanced at him.

"Want to stay here overnight?"

"Division...... Auntie. ”

"Say!"

"If there is a problem in Shushan, please ask my aunt to ......"

"The old lady knows, the old lady still wants to go and see the little guy named Ning Zhiyuan, if it wasn't for his old lady to get in the way, his nephew would be as old as him!"

After Ye Qianshu heard it, he remembered the story of the two women who stirred up the rivers and lakes.

One is named Pei Yingfeng, and the two geniuses are her relatives. The other is Zhao Yanwan, whose name is very gentle, representing beauty, but her temper is very short-tempered. (Yan Wan: It means beautiful.) From the Book of Poetry Shao Feng (Xintai)

When Ye Qianshu heard this, he immediately said goodbye and left Qingchi Peak as if he had fled.

......

Heavenly Prison Peak.

The moon was getting brighter, but it didn't affect the old man's interest.

He likes to catch ducks the most, and he has been chasing them for more than ten years.

And those ducks listened to him, let them form a phalanx, let them put a long snake array, and let them put a long snake array.

An army of ducks came back from the stream.

Night Thousand Tree has a headache.

When I was a child, it was normal to see these uncles, and more than ten years of idle life made them all freaks.

They are all a group of freaks who have forgotten their identities, and if they are thrown down the mountain, they will definitely be like Uncle Changfeng and Uncle Fugui, just ordinary people.

The uncle who was in charge of the punishment of Shushan back then glanced at Ye Qianshu and walked into the thatched house with his army of ducks.

Ye Qianshu followed in, and naturally he was preached first.

How to wear clothes, how to tie belts, and how to salute when you see your elders, all of them have been told by this uncle Gao Shenxing.

Ye Qianshu could only listen to it hard, but fortunately, this uncle heard that Shushan was in trouble, and after saying something incumbent, he immediately rushed to Chengjian Peak.

Ming Hao in the cripple's hand emitted a bright light, and those lights were jumping, as if he was excited for the battle.

Bloody Lao Huang naturally didn't dare to underestimate the cripple, although it was said that the cripple had been pinched in the hands of the Holy Lord three times twice before, but who is the Holy Lord, how can ordinary people compare?

Moreover, this lame man had the strength close to You Ye before taking the antidote, and he had also experienced the medicinal properties of this poison once. Regardless of his position, he still admires this cripple. And if it weren't for their uncles and ancestors, these people would have not made progress for more than ten years. It is estimated that now these people can produce several people whose strength is comparable to that of the Holy Lord.

The lame man does not come out of the sword first.

He was waiting for the bloody hand Lao Huang to make a move, and the excellent predator was definitely confident enough to wait for the prey to show its flaws first.

The bloody old yellow was not ambiguous, picked up the sickle and cut it towards the lame, as if in front of him it was not an enemy, but a wheat field.

Lao Huang's fighting style is the same as his appearance, opening and closing wide, and each swing brings up a piece of sand and gravel.

Of course, this is in Shushan, or in the case of the suppression of the Shushan Great Array, if it is in the mundane, it will inevitably fly sand and stones, and the mountains and rocks will collapse.

The wielded sickle is tiger and tiger, but the lame man is light and light.

Don't dare to swing the scythe, the huge wave of qi will always disappear in front of the lame.

It's not that the strength of the lame man is much stronger, but the lame man can lightly stab at the point of exertion every time, no matter how high the mana of the bloody hand Lao Huang is, but the lame man can block the mouth of the cathartic mana every time.

Bloody Hand Lao Huang's face gradually became solemn.

His opponent seemed to know the angle of his every swing, and even when he used his combat skills, he felt that his opponent knew him better than him.

It's like a well-crafted trap that happens to meet a master who is proficient in the art of Karakuri.

There is no way, there is nothing to be done.

Seeing this, the Holy Lord waved his hand to let Lao Huang come back.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and three words came out: "Breaking the Sword Technique!"