The lotus seed is embedded in the blade, as if it is attached to the knife, so there is no need for a jade box.......... Xu Qi'an heyed, I'm really a little clever.

Time passed minute by minute, Xu Qi'an sat at the table, staring blankly. Prevent lotus seeds from falling on the table, if the table is set on fire, the joke will be bigger.

In the future, the little mare will not have to ride, sit on the table and travel, and the four tables will flexibly cross the mountains and mountains?

He propped his elbows on the table, supported his cheeks, stunned, inspired by the effect of lotus seeds, he couldn't help but diverge his thoughts and think of some funny jokes.

If you use lotus seeds to light your right hand, your right hand will say, "It's up to me to pretend to be forced." Panties said: Where did you put me?

The cigarette said, "Shut up, both of you, with me."

The scabbard said, "Why don't you try to insert me again?"

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an laughed heartily.

"Alas, I can only entertain myself, and I can't share ........."

He slowly restrained his smile, holding his cheeks with one hand, and tapping the table boringly with the fingers of the other hand, feeling that he had the atmosphere of "not coming for the night and a half, and knocking on the chess pieces and falling the lanterns".

The full moon hangs high, the cold moonlight is blocked by the screen window, and the sharp insects chirp one after another, highlighting the silence of the night.

On the wooden shelf by the window is an incense burner with a beast's head, burning spices to repel mosquitoes. There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and if you don't burn mosquito repellent spices at night, you can't sleep at all.

Of course, martial artists above the sixth rank don't have to care about mosquito bites.

Before I knew it, three hours had passed, the moonlight had disappeared, and the sky was dark outside the window.

In this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seeds wither little by little, and watched the black gold long knife slowly transform, it did not become sharp, but it felt that it was no longer a dead thing, it seemed to come to life.

The white and tender lotus seeds shrank completely and fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The black gold long knife trembled, flew up on its own, and flew around Xu Qi'an.

It seems to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to its parents.

It's a wonderful feeling, although it's still a knife, but it gives me the feeling of being alive, like a child, and like a pet........... The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Watching the black gold long knife flying in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the Erha he raised in his previous life, which was also so jumpy, and he would keep pushing himself with the dog's head when he was happy.

As soon as this idea came to him, he saw a beautiful flowing black gold long knife, the tip of which was aimed at him, and it shot at him.

Don't don't, you're going to die.......... Xu Qi'an's face changed greatly.

Bite!

I didn't have time to dodge, so I could only turn on the Vajra Divine Skill, and my chest was hit by a sting, like being poked by a needle, and the stinging pain was incomparable.

The power of the black gold long knife has skyrocketed, I have tried to cut myself before, and it doesn't hurt at all......... Xu Qi'an blackened his face, turned around, and silently endured the "arch guard" of saber love.

Ding! Ding!

The black gold long knife is like a happy erha, constantly hitting Xu Qi'an's back with his "head" to show his intimacy.

If I hadn't cultivated the Vajra Divine Skill, I might have become the first master to be "loved to death" by my own saber, but fortunately I have this body protection skill, well, this is also part of luck.

After a long time, the black gold long knife was enough to make out and gently landed on the table.

Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, crossed it in front of him, looked at the blade of the knife, and said in a low voice: "The next thing is to give you a name." ”

According to Zhong Li, the giving of a name is a very important part of recognizing the Lord, and once a spiritual peerless divine soldier has a name, it will not be changed.

Whoever gives it a name is its master.

The name of the Zhenguo Sword is "Zhenguo", which is the name given by the founding emperor.

Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the Zhenguo Sword is to suppress the national movement. Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.

The name has an unimaginable meaning to the peerless divine soldier, which is equivalent to defining its existence.

And for the master, this is also a conscience, a great wish.

What's the name.......... Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time, not knowing what was going on, he suddenly had a feeling of surging blood, as if there was a sympathy with heaven and earth.

He had a hunch that life-critical decisions awaited him.

He inexplicably felt that the room was too small and the roof was too low to fit his spirit.

Syllable!

He pushed open the door, left the courtyard, and walked all the way out to the top of a cliff.

At this time, the sky was dark, the mountain wind was howling, blowing his long hair and the corners of his clothes, and the whole person seemed to float up, and he could go away at any time.

"I am a tourist from another world, in this world, I don't worship God or Buddha, I don't worship kings and heaven and earth, I have only one long-cherished wish, that is, there are fewer injustices in the world, and Li Min can live more like people than livestock, and I don't want the Chuzhou massacre to happen again.........

"Just call you "Taiping", follow me, cut off all the injustices, open peace for the common people!

He held the long knife high, only to feel that his heart was like glass, and his thoughts were clear.

Click!

The jade pendant, which was sent by the prison and was used to shield the luck, had cracks.

At this moment, the Taiping Knife felt it, and burst out with a sky-high sword intent, straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds on the top of Inurong Mountain.

At this moment, the vision of Inurong Mountain protruded, and the wind blew away the clouds and mist that did not disperse all year round, blowing up countless dead branches and green leaves, and the forest shook recklessly, and from a distance, it seemed that the whole mountain was shaking.

Such a movement alarmed the masters of the Dog Rong Mountain Martial Arts League Headquarters, including Yang Cuixue, Xiao Yuenu and other sect masters resting on the mountain.

"What happened?"

"Enemy attack, is there an enemy attack, wake everyone up. ”

"Such a terrible vision, where is it sacred, could it be the three products?"

"Could it be the revenge of the head of the earth sect!"

One by one, the masters rushed out of the room, and they didn't even have time to light the candles.

When!when!

The melodious and dense bells echo in the heaven and earth, echoing in every corner of Inurong Mountain.

This is the highest warning bell, telling the people in the mountains to be prepared for enemy attacks.

The masters of the Martial Arts League rushed out of the room one after another, came to the open place, and saw a terrible vision with their own eyes, as if only a violent wind was left between heaven and earth, and a stream of air currents rolled upwards and reversed, rolling up gravel, green leaves, dead branches, and so on.

Such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth has long exceeded the limits of mortals.

Xiao Yuenu was wearing a pink robe to cover her delicate and convex figure, she was wearing a white undershirt inside, and the incident happened suddenly, and she didn't have time to wear a complicated Luo skirt.

Jewelry was also excluded, and only a goose yellow ribbon was used to tie up the green silk.

She jumped onto the roof, looked around, and saw several acquaintances of Yang Cuixue.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold, clenching the silver fracture fan in his hand.

"Either the ancestor broke through, or the enemy attacked. Fu Jingmen said in a deep voice: "I just came out too." ”

The faces of the masters and helpers of all the sects were serious, and they were ready to fight.

"Is it the head of the Earth Sect?" Xiao Yuenu raised her eyebrows and made a judgment.

She subconsciously clenched her fan.

Fu Jingmen and the others' faces sank at the same time, if it was an attack from the Earth Sect, it must have been for the Yue's Villa, but they immediately found that the people of the Yue's Villa had gone to the empty building, and in anger, they came to take revenge on the Wulin League.

Although the Wulin League is a behemoth in the rivers and lakes, it is still very different from the three sects of the Daomen, unless the ancestor personally takes action.

And even so, the battle of the peak powerhouse is still a big disaster for Inurong Mountain.

At this time, Yang Cuixue said: "Alliance leader!"

Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, rose and fell a few times on the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.

"Did the old alliance leader break the barrier?"

"Is it an enemy attack, Lord Cao?"

The door owners and helpers stepped forward to ask.

Cao Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not the old ancestor........"

Everyone looked at each other, and no longer had any luck.

Cao Qingyang didn't speak again, and quickly locked on to the source of the storm and took the lead in resisting the wind.

Yang Cuixue and others followed.

Soon, they left the complex and went around to the left side of the main peak, where there was a cliff.

On the cliff, a tall young man stood proudly, holding a long knife in his hand, the knife qi penetrated through the sky, brilliant as the sky, and the air flow was wrapped around the knife qi.

"Xu Yinluo?!"

A stunned sound sounded, and everyone in the Wulin League looked at this scene with a little dazed and stunned.

Such a big movement was actually caused by Xu Yinluo?

He, the knife in his hand.......... Cao Qingyang's gaze fell directly on the dark golden long knife.

"Gollum ......."

Someone swallowed his saliva and looked at the long knife with a salivating face, his eyes flashing with envy.

Anyone can see that this is a peerless divine soldier, and the people in the rivers and lakes have the least resistance to the divine soldiers.

More and more people gathered to witness the scene of the young man standing proudly at the top and breaking through the clouds.

"Not an enemy attack?"

"Xu, Xu Yinluo, what are you doing..........

There was a lot of talk in the crowd, but no one could give them an answer.

But from today on, there will be one more rumor on the rivers and lakes: in the midsummer of Yuanjing 37, Xu Qi'an had an epiphany in Inurong Mountain, and he was born with a vision.

After a long time, the sword qi converged, the wind subsided, and at this time, the first rays of morning light in the east shone on Xu Qi'an's body, illuminating his handsome face.

On the spot, I don't know how many women were thrilled.

Xu Qi'an withdrew the knife and inserted it into the scabbard, he exhaled silently, and suddenly had an epiphany about his mission, and his whole body was comfortable.

He swept Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the martial arts alliance members who were watching from a distance one by one, and said loudly: "I have an understanding, I have disturbed everyone, and I .......... it."

The voice fell, and a slightly urgent call came from the back mountain: "You come, you come........."

Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang glanced at each other, knowing that it was the voice of the old leader of the Martial Arts League.

The rest of the people also heard.

"What's the voice, who is it?" Fu Jingmen looked around and shouted.

"Master Fu, don't be rude. Cao Qingyang reprimanded: "That's the old ancestor." ”

Hearing this, the troops of the Wulin League were in an uproar and talked excitedly.

"Old Ancestor, is it the voice of Old Ancestor?"

"Since I was a child, my father said that there are ancestors living in the back mountains, but since I was born, I have never heard the voice of my ancestors. ”

"The ancestors have been blessed for thousands of generations, and they have blessed the Wulin League. ”

The Wulin League has always claimed that the ancestor of the mountain is still alive, but the people in the rivers and lakes have never seen the figure of the same age as the country, including the subordinates of the Wulin League.

From generation to generation, no one has ever actually met, and they have not even heard a voice.

"The old ancestor is shouting to the master of the Cao League, the master of the Cao League, you go over quickly, don't let the old ancestor wait for a long time. ”

Seeing Cao Qingyang in place, everyone urged anxiously:

"Master Cao Meng, the old ancestor called you. ”

"Master Cao, go quickly. ”

Those two "you come", don't think about it, they must have called the leader of the Cao League. In the Wulin League, on the Dog Rong Mountain, only Cao Qingyang is qualified to meet the ancestor.

Because he is the leader of the alliance, he is the speaker of this generation.

Cao Qingyang still didn't move, and bowed his head towards Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an immediately walked towards the back mountain, compared to before, he was suddenly afraid that the secret of luck would be exposed, so he carved a stratus cloud in his chest, free and easy.

One after another, he looked at Xu Qi'an's back a little sluggishly.

Isn't the old ancestor shouting the Lord of the Cao League?

The ancestor has been silent for hundreds of years, and for the first time he spoke out in front of everyone, it turned out to be Xu Yingong?

............

In front of the stone gate, Xu Qi'an carried a saber and said respectfully: "Senior, what are you looking for me?"

"Who are you, and why do you have luck?"

The old voice asked, straight to the point, without any mud and water, with a strong martial arts style.

Just as he communicated with Xu Qi'an last night, the secret of luck and the past of history were bluntly spoken, and he never sold off.

I still like to play with Wufu, supervising Jin Lian Wei Yuan or something, my heart is very dirty, and I am ashamed to be with them......... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and said:

"I'm just a mediocre citizen, but I do have luck in me, and I'm ready to say that it's national luck. ”

Shimen didn't reply, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Twenty years ago, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, a mystic warlock teamed up with the leader of the Gu Clan's Heavenly Gu Sect to steal half of Dafeng's national fortunes. That fortune finally fell to me.

"But I don't know why I was chosen........."

Xu Qi'an briefly talked about luck and his own experience.

It was very strange that when he faced Wei Yuan and Jin Lian, he would never mention his luck, even if the Golden Lotus Dao Elder knew something.

But he had no idea of hiding it from the old horseman.

In the final analysis, there are probably two points: First, the other party is a straight-hearted martial artist, and he has something to say, unlike Jin Lian Wei Yuan, who is too heavy-minded, and when he gets along with them, he can't help but think too much and worry too much.

Second, the martial artist in it is the same age as the country and has seen a lot of things, and the scene just now can't be hidden from others at all, and he must have seen something when he was so eager to call.

So Xu Qi'an might as well be generous and tell the secret.

"It's no wonder that in the past 20 years, Dafeng's national strength has weakened so rapidly, both because of the emperor's cultivation and because his luck has been stolen. The old man suddenly said:

"What did you just do?"

Xu Qi'an told the old man about the lotus seed turning into a saber and helping it to be promoted to a peerless divine soldier.

"Where's the name of the sword?"

"Taiping, meaning peace in the world. ”

The old man smiled, and his voice was clear: "The three qualities of Confucianism are called life, and when you are promoted, you are born with a vision. That's because the Confucian Confucianism bears the luck of the human race.

"You are not a Confucian, but the essence is the same. Therefore, it will cause the vision of Fangcai. Here's a word of advice for you, keep in mind the thoughts of today, if you fall into the devil's path in the future, you will die of luck. ”

"I understand. Xu Qi'an nodded, and did not forget to ask:

"Senior, what do you think of my situation?"

"Well, you don't want to join the Martial Arts Alliance, I don't want you anymore. The old man said.

Phew, vulgar Takefu.......... Xu Qi'an took a sip in his heart, and said in his heart that he turned his face too quickly, knowing that I was a pawn of the prison and the mystic warlock, you were immediately intimidated.

"Of course, if I can be promoted to the second rank, the Martial Arts Alliance can shelter you. Hehe, a second-grade martial artist, even if he can't beat the first product of other systems, he is not afraid. ”

The old man in the stone gate smiled and said, "You don't have to be wary of me, if I have the ambition to reach the top of the martial arts, I will definitely not be lucky." Otherwise, five hundred years ago, I would have been with your great ancestor who would never die. As for now, I don't rebel, and it's useless to be lucky. ”

"But if you are accompanied by atmospheric luck, maybe, can the seniors be able to come to the pole and be promoted to the second grade?" Xu Qi'an said tentatively.

The old man was silent.

Just when Xu Qi'an secretly scolded himself for being stupid and opened a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:

"What gave you the illusion that Takeo could manipulate luck?"

........ Xu Qi'an bowed: "It's the juniors who are sloppy." ”

That's right, even if this old ancestor covets his luck, how can a vulgar martial artist know how to absorb luck?

In the end, it was not a virgin who saw Picasso and stared at him in a hurry.

After being silent for a while, Xu Qi'an was unwilling and said, "What other guidance do you have from your predecessors?"