Just as the sword qi was about to touch the red stiffness, a black mist suddenly rolled up in the distant sky, and the mist swirled in an instant.

The blind old beggar was unmoved, and even very disdainful, and there was a sword in his hand, a sword that seemed to be very light, as if it was shuttling thousands of miles, and the sword qi between heaven and earth cut an extremely grand ravine, and the black mist was also shattered into pieces between this ravine.

But in just an instant, the shattered black mist condensed again, not only that, but this time the condensation was almost substantial, and even the heavens and the earth were turbulent between the black mist, as if the avenue had stagnated here.

The speed of the mist was extremely fast, and in an instant, he enveloped the seriously injured Chi Zhuang, and swept away into the distance at great speed, and when he walked, he did not forget to mock: "Old blind man, Feiyu Peak is not no one now!"

The blind old beggar's empty eyes seemed to be filled with the starry sky, the stars rotated, the avenue derived, snorted coldly, and it was another sword!

A sword transforms into countless people, and ten thousand sword blades achieve a huge net of sword qi in heaven and earth.

In the black mist, there was a man in a cloak, his face was blurred, the fog was faint, and he couldn't see it really, the man's fingertips drew a golden spell in the void, and he said slightly: "A thought of death." ”

Layers of water vapor rose, and a touch of materialized Caixia appeared in the air, and as soon as the ten thousand sword qi touched Caixia, it condensed down, hovering in place, like entering a quagmire, advancing slowly.

The blind old beggar was no longer willing to shoot out, like an eagle falcon, the iron sword in his hand in the process of flying, capturing the aura of heaven and earth, and the surging aura condensed into a tadpole-sized seal, emitting a faint light under the gloom.

The iron sword moved forward, and the ten thousand sword qi gathered into a giant sword that was enough to support the heavens and the earth, and the blind old beggar held the blade in his hand, and the blood on his hand penetrated, but it was absorbed by the sword body in a blink of an eye, and the sword qi was even more condensed.

With a gentle horizontal wipe, Caixia cut off her waist, like a piece of broken bro skirt, and the ribbons flew all over the sky.

The man in the cloak felt as if he had been forcibly punched by someone, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, but in a blink of an eye, he laughed and said: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and we will have a period in the future, old beggars!"

He was desperate to generate spiritual power, and his speed was raised several notches again, and he disappeared in an instant.

The blind old beggar looked at the back of the other party's departure, and couldn't see clearly, only the stars in his eyes were still slowly rotating, and the pillar sword was standing.

"I didn't expect Mi Cun's current cultivation to be so talkative. Qin Jian appeared beside the blind old beggar at this moment, looked at the world that was disrupted by the two, and said earnestly.

The blind old beggar glanced at him and said, "Of course, your current realm is no match for him. ”

Qin Jian nodded, asking himself in his heart, but what about after breaking through the realm? I don't think so.

The blind old beggar put the iron sword in his hand into his body, looked at Qin Jian and said, "You go back, don't come down next time if you don't break the mirror." ”

"Hiss!" Qin Jian exhaled and couldn't help but complain, "Don't we want to be so ruthless, I just came down this time, why are you driving me back again?"

The blind old beggar turned around and left, ignoring Qin Jian's hippie smile, he only said one sentence, "The mountain chief said that if this trip can't let you break through the realm, the next time you go down the mountain will be your death." ”

Qin Jian slapped his cheeks, looked sad, and said with emotion: "What kind of human purgatory is this!"

......

In Cui Wenxing's courtyard, Zhang Yuanyi and others were gathering together to discuss countermeasures.

At the moment, the other party is already vigilant, and if there is any big action, there will inevitably be an accident, and there is only one content discussed by all the people, how to escape.

Tang Chi looked up at the sky in the distance and said suspiciously: "No, according to normal speaking, Xiao Shi should have arrived at the academy by now, and he can send someone to rescue us." Why is there no news at all?"

When he said this, everyone became alert and looked at each other a few times, and there was something strange about this matter.

Several people were silent for a long time, and Zhang Yuanyi took the lead in speaking: "Mr. Cui Wenxing, may I ask what realm these two masters Cui Shan are now?"

Cui Wenxing dragged his chin with one hand, frowned slightly, and said: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the Tengyun Realm, but the Cui family has a magic weapon that specializes in covering the realm, and I really don't know the real situation." ”

Zhang Yuanyi asked again: "What about the head of the Cui Mingzhe family?"

Although there are clear records of the realm of the heads of the nine families and the four surnames in some sect newspapers, Zhang Yuanyi still wants to hear the information of the people who really know the details.

Cui Wenxing said: "Everything is like the rumors, the realm is general. ”

That's very strange, where did the terrifying aura that Zhang Yuanyi felt when he entered the Cui family come from, and he didn't feel like he was alone.

He boldly asked a more private question, "Then how many saints are there in the Cui family?"

Cui Wenxing thought about it carefully and said: "The one I know is the predecessor of Cui Ze, a sideline disciple who entered the Phaseless Realm not long ago, and the other is the ancestor of the family. But it should still be there, but it won't show up until the last resort, when the family survives. ”

The world is as black as a crow, the family and the sect are actually the same truth, there are people on the façade to support it, and there must be people in the dark who can save the sky when they are living and dying.

However, the ancestor of the Cui family, if the matter is so terrifying that it really happens to the point of no return, he will not make a move, after all, if he has to deal with everything, then this Cui family is a child who will never grow up, and it will not last long.

"Knock knock!" there was a knock at the door.

Cui Wenxing got up to check but saw the person he didn't want to see the most, and everyone's spirit was shocked silently, although they couldn't see it on the surface, they were all waiting for it.

It is Cui Shan who went and returned!

Cui Shan glanced at a few of them, and said with a smile: "Don't misunderstand a few, I really didn't understand something halfway through my reading when I disturbed late at night, thinking that you are disciples of the academy, I have the courage to come and ask for advice." ”

Zhang Yuanyi also greeted with a smile and said: "Where is Senior Cui, isn't this a cold look at us? You are a famous person for a long time, although we are disciples of the academy, but we are really young and ignorant, there dare to shake that two taels of thin Wenmo in front of you, isn't this a big knife in front of Guan Gong? If you have any questions, just ask us, where you can help, I will definitely help you!"

Cui Shan took a closer look at Zhang Yuanyi again, he was a clever boy, and he was able to restrain hostility towards him twice in a row, this ability was not simple.

Cui Shan was not verbose, took out a picture scroll from his sleeve, spread it out casually, the picture scroll was flattened, suspended in mid-air, it was a landscape painting scroll of ink and wash.

At the bottom of the scroll is the rolling black waves, the waves that are several feet higher, and the ink is not lost at all.

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, the river is connected to the distant mountains, swallowing the long river water, the sky is the dim scene that seems to be constantly changing, the morning sun and the sunset, the weather is thousands.

Under the psychic picture scroll, the dark changes, the clouds and rain, the moon does not open, the angry howl of the cloudy wind, the turbidity waves stir up the sky as if emptying and washing the dust; the sun and stars are hidden in it, and the mountains are hidden without a trace; the Ke ship is maze, and the trees are devastation; the twilight is dark, like a tiger roaring and an ape crying. Full of gloom, extremely sad!

The picture scroll changes again, the mist recedes, the clear sky, a round of protracted golden wheels rises, spring and Jingming, the waves are not alarmed, the sky is up and down, a blue sky;

And or the long smoke is empty, the moon is thousands of miles, the moonlight is like washing away a worldly hustle and bustle, if the floating light flashes above the golden tile, the still shadow sinks, seeing this is relaxed, pampered and forgotten, the wine is in the wind, and the joy is beaming.

On the bank of the river, an elegant attic towers on a huge stone, the attic staircase is rarely built with ninety-nine steps, and the water "beats" under it, like a saint opening his arms to accommodate the river and the sea!

When Zhang Yuanyi saw this attic, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he instantly recognized this painting!

I saw that above the attic was an ink-colored villain facing the river and sea, standing with his hands in his hands, and his body was thin.

Obviously it is just an extremely small drop of ink, but it seems to gather the spirit of the whole picture, even if it is behind, it seems that heaven and earth are condensed, and the gestures can cause heaven and earth to move.

The weak and weight-bearing body, as if holding up the heavens and the earth, contains this infinite perseverance, giving people an extremely strong sense of shock and heart shock.

The person who painted this picture scroll has done a great job, and the literati in the picture scroll is even more amazing.

On the side of the scroll, the ink color looms again, and it is a long string of words, the text is like flowing water, floating and floating on the scroll, staggering and turbulent, coupled with the interest of the person holding the pen, the wild grass dragon and phoenix dance!

"Woo husband, to taste the heart of the ancient benevolence, or to do something different, why not? If you live in a high temple, you will worry about its people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about its king. It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said, "The worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy." Wow, who am I going to belong to?"

Cui Wenxing couldn't believe it, and asked in a panic: "Is this ...... This is the ...... of the first ancestor of the Cui family."

Cui Shan nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Last year ago, the ancestor of the Cui family saw the sea and the cloud cliff at the twilight, and felt what he had done in his life.

As soon as this account came out, it caused a sensation all over the world, and its influence penetrated through the annals of history, becoming one of the concepts of governing the country that lasted for thousands of years.

In later generations, there was a cloud of "Warning Words for Resident Officials": "Those who are good at governing are the hidden of the people and the feelings of the people." "Those who govern the people will not be estranged from each other at the top and bottom. "Friends up and down" and not "estrangement".

It is the credit of this late saint that the core of it is the word "tong", revealing the key to "political communication and harmony".

Seeing this picture, just like the ancestors vaguely in front of them, the white hair, the eyes of the country and the people, looking at the attic standing in the cold wind with the rolling waves in front of him, silent, without saying a word.

It should also shake the place, lonely and full of autumn wind.

But the ancient sages were so lonely!