Flood in (Part I)

The South China Sea Sword Saint's surname is Cen, and he has an extremely nice name, called Xuebai.

Very few people know his name, and since he became famous, others have called him "Sword Master" or "South China Sea Sword Master".

Unfortunately, Qi Fengjia was one of the very few.

This Juggernaut was not born on the South China Sea, or on some small island in the South China Sea. He was born somewhere in the territory of the Holy Dynasty, and it is said that his family had been peasants for generations, and that it was snowing heavily that day, and a poor scholar passed by his door and asked for a hot soup, so he was given this name.

"Snow white. ”

Qi Fengjia naturally knew this South China Sea Sword Saint Cen Xuebai, perhaps because he was growing older, he began to dislike this name, and felt that this name was a little soft. But he was an extremely filial person, and he didn't dare to change the name given by his parents, but since the day he didn't like the name, he began to prefer black.

"Snow ......" Qi Fengjia smiled, and before he wanted to speak, he was interrupted by the South China Sea Sword Saint.

"Lord Sword Saint!" His voice seemed to come out of his throat, he lowered his head and raised his eyes to look at Qi Fengjia.

Qi Fengjia bared his big yellow teeth and smiled, "hehe" smiled, this is not the Cen Xuebai who has been looking for his own challenge back then.

"Okay, South China Sea Sword Saint, you've been living in seclusion overseas, you won't come to catch up with me, right?"

Cen Xuebai lowered her head, shook her head, and then said lightly: "I don't want the hard-won peace, I don't want to be broken." ”

Qi Fengjia's eyes narrowed, and he also knew that just now, this South China Sea Sword Saint Cen Xuebai said that he wanted to challenge himself, he wanted to go to the lotus pond and so on, it was just talk. If he really cared about the words "South China Sea Sword Saint", he was afraid that he would have already come out of the South China Sea, and where would there be any Sword Saint Pavilion.

His real purpose is still Jiulong Fu and Xu Chang'an.

"We've always liked peace, but some people don't allow it!"

Qi Fengjia sighed, Cen Xuebai was about to speak, Qi Fengjia continued to speak, not giving him a chance to speak.

"As the old saying goes, a slap doesn't make a sound, but is this really the case in reality?"

"We may just stand still, and somebody will always look at you and come and slap you in the face, will it ring? We can control our hearts, but others may not be able to control the desires in our hearts!"

Qi Fengjia stared at his friend back then, and said word by word.

Cen Xuebai naturally knew this truth, he followed behind Qi Fengjia back then, and he always wanted to compete with him, but Qi Fengjia just didn't want to. He looked for Qi Fengjia because Qi Fengjia was the most outstanding junior at that time, and Qi Fengjia didn't provoke him, but he was unrelenting to Qi Fengjia.

Thinking of this past, the corners of Cen Xuebai's mouth twitched, this is a typical slap that has to be slapped.

In fact, he understands some truths, and he can also distinguish between right and wrong. But if one side is more powerful, and sacrificing a small thing of the other side can die down, why not?

Right and wrong are not that important, the world is so big that it is impossible to judge everything right and wrong.

This South China Sea Sword Saint understands what Qi Fengjia means, but he understands too much, no

Maybe everything goes according to reason.

Eventually, he spat out a few words from his mouth.

"The big picture counts!"

Qi Fengjia glanced at him in disappointment, ignoring him, the sword saint found a place to sit down far away, closed his eyes and recuperated.

"The overall situation is important, and it's not a blind compromise!" Qi Fengjia stubbornly held this sentence in his heart.

......

Lotus pond.

The thatched hut by the pond is still the same, and the withered yellow lotus leaves in the pond have long since disappeared, but occasionally a splash of water in the pond is stirred. If you look closely, you can see a small bronze Jiao swimming in the water.

Although it is a thatched house, the door is still made of wood.

The wooden door creaked, and several old men who could no longer be old came out with fishing rods and stools. They found their familiarity, sat down on the stool, and then flicked the hook out of their hand, and the hook fell into the pool.

After a while, several old men frowned, and suddenly said, "Li Xiaoliu's bastard put a Jiao in it, how can we fish?"

Immediately, the four or five old men looked at each other, nodded, and threw the hook directly into the pool.

The fishing line and hook that had just entered the pond were like a nimble water snake, and they actually went directly towards the little dragon. But that little Jiao didn't care about these seemingly soft fishing lines, and he didn't dare to touch the hook.

In the end, the little Jiao was surrounded by four or five fishing lines, and could not move. At the same time, there were four or five fish hooks in front of it, and they were dangling in front of its eyes the size of a brass bell.

"Bite me!" suddenly an old man said aloud, full of energy, and a fishhook shook in front of Xiao Jiao's eyes.

It was in a state of panic when another voice was heard.

"If you understand the words, bite me, or I'll use you to make soup!"

Xiao Jiao was taken aback, this group of people were all crazy, and it did not doubt the truth of these words at all. It began to miss the days around the island, when there were blue skies and white clouds, and the sea breeze was fishy.

But now, there is nothing but the hook that must be bitten with tears.

"You can do it yourself, if you bite the hook of other people today, you won't say much in the future!"

"How can you do that! You're a threat. Xiao Jiao, who was in the water, heard the sudden quarrel above the pool and did not dare to move.

"Old man Li, what's wrong with me. Didn't you threaten just now?" the old man who was criticized by others immediately said, holding a fishing rod, patting his sleeve, and then said, "Wasn't that also a threat just now?"

Several old men snorted coldly, blew their beards, and stopped talking, but the underwater hooks kept shaking, and Xiao Jiao was terrified for a while.

"Ancestors, don't make trouble. A middle-aged strong man walked over and hurriedly walked towards several old men.

The old men didn't raise their eyelids, but they were still noisy.

The middle-aged strong man sighed, and then said leisurely: "Ancestors, don't argue, you want fish, I'll catch it for you." Then he looked at the pool and said viciously: "Listen, if you eat the fish in the future, I will ask the ancestors to boil you in a pot of soup." ”

That

When Xiao Jiao heard this, the big eyes of the copper bell were full of grievances, and he nodded.

Hearing this, the old men put away their fishing rods, slowly put away their fishing lines, and looked at the strong man with a smile.

"Li Xiaoliu, if this Jiao eats fish again, we will boil him, and then see how you explain to that dead old man!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and kept nodding.

"By the way, what should I do about Feng Wushan?"

The old men seemed to be communicating, and they seemed to be asking Li Xiaoliu.

The middle-aged man naturally knew what your ancestors meant, and hugged his fists and said, "Ancestors, I'll deal with this matter, it's just ......"

The old people narrowed their eyes and looked at Li Xiaoliu.

"It's just that the younger generation's cultivation is probably not enough, it is the lower realm to open the sky, and one person is afraid that it will ......"

As he spoke, a straw shoe smashed into his face.

"You are cultivating for nothing as an old man's getaway?"

"You stinky boy, are we really dead?"

As he spoke, several more straw sandals smashed into his face.

Li Xiaoliu could only look at this group of old naughty boys helplessly and retreated.

......

The lotus pond is not far from Fengwu Mountain for them to open the Heaven Realm.

Qi Fengjia looked at the person who went up the mountain, he was wearing white-washed clothes, just like an ordinary person who farmed, with a burden on his back, and the burden was also washed white.

He walked up step by step, without the edgeworth, without the air, and even occasionally freed his hands to wipe his sweat, he was as simple as a real citizen.

But Qi Fengjia was staring at him, this was a lower realm opener.

He saw this man at the foot of the mountain from the mountain, and after an hour, he walked up the mountain leisurely.

Xu Changan had already woken up slowly, first glanced at his senior brother, and then called Aunt Ao, and only the purple-clothed beauty beside him was left in his eyes.

The two didn't say a word, but they didn't seem to have enough of it.

The man went up the mountain, looked at Qi Fengjia first, and then bowed slightly: "Hello Mr. Qi!" Qi Fengjia looked at him with a puzzled face, he didn't know the other party.

"Lotus Pond Li Xiaoliu!" he reported his name, then nodded to Aunt Ao, and bowed to the South China Sea Sword Saint before turning his head. In the end, his eyes were fixed on Xu Changan's body.

Xu Changan was like a mang on his back, so he removed his gaze from Wang Zihan and looked at the stranger in front of him.

Li Xiaoliu smiled slightly, sat behind Xu Changan, and sat in the same position as Qi Fengjia.

"It's better to be famous than to meet, and finally meet the heir of my Li family's red lotus lineage!"

Hearing these words behind him, Xu Changan turned his head sharply to look at Li Xiaoliu.

................................................................................................................................... There will be another chapter later.